1899 year.

Tianjin Wei.

People are like mustard years.

At the end of the year, the goose feather snow fell on this devastated world, the cold wind blew the world, blowing the world white, it seems that even God can't bear to look at it anymore, want to paint a clean smear, a hundred.

In a humble restaurant on the corner of the street, a hot smell with a slight fishy smell spilled through the half-hidden curtain and scattered in the snow.

Some porters and porters sat around a table, wrapped in cotton jackets that could no longer be torn, squatting on the stool with their heads shrunk, shouting about their own food, chatting about interesting things from all over the world, and it was very lively.

Without him, donkey meat is roasted, mutton soup is made.

When the things are served, one by one they are willing to expose the hands in their sleeves, while stuffing the cut sauce donkey meat into the fire, and then coating a layer of spicy sauce that the tavern proprietress is good at, and can't wait to put it in his mouth and take a bite, his lips and teeth are closed, and the rich meat sauce is mixed with a hot and spicy smell that instantly spreads on the tongue.

It wasn't until a bite was chewed that the broth sent to the mouth went down to the throat, the originally cold hands and feet immediately warmed up, and the chapped lips were also wrapped in a layer of ointment in a blink of an eye, making people can't help but let out a comfortable long exhalation, and even the cold white face was a lot more ruddy.

There are not many authentic ways to eat, and those who can come here are either ninth-rate people who are mixed in the market or passers-by from the south to the north, or craftsmen who walk the rivers and lakes, just a little hot in their stomachs, which are so poor and exquisite.

Although the curtain is thick, the wind and snow outside the door are too big, and from time to time a corner is lifted, and a small cool breeze is swept in, and the skin of the person blowing is shivering and shivering.

"Did you hear that? Someone died in Nanshi last night. ”

Someone in the store started talking.

As soon as the words came out, the people around them suddenly lost their minds to chat, and they chatted about it.

"How can you not know, the news has spread this morning."

"It's Zhao Laojiu who died from the 'Treasure Eating Bureau'."

"Zhao Laojiu is just one of them, a total of six died, all of them had their heads cut off, their backs were skinned, and their bodies were drenched in the snow with blood, I heard that it was a killing method only for swordsmen in Guanzhong."

Hearing such a tragic death, everyone shrunk their necks and pinched their teeth.

"Maybe it's because of the incident half a month ago, I heard that Zhao Laojiu did the business of shooting flowers, but he got drunk and did a stupid thing, and drove those abducted women and children into the snow, he went back to the house and slept, but poor those people were all left outside and froze to death."

"Eighty percent of them provoked any hero to look down on him, and he was secretly wiped on his neck."

"Have you all forgotten the 'face-changing king' Liang Cripple? He was just looked down on by Zhao Laojiu for his face-changing stunt, and people said that he would let him go if he showed his bottom, and he didn't want to live or die, and finally he was killed by a head. Pity that there is still a half-grown girl left in his family, and she is a sick seedling, and she doesn't know where to hide, even if she doesn't freeze to death and starve to death in the future, her life will not be better, and she can't do heavy work. ”

"It's a pity, that 'changing face' is a unique art in Sichuan, and it is the only one, so it has been lost."

"That's not necessarily, who doesn't have a backhand these days."

"If you want me to say it, you can't pass it on, the reason why this unique job is extinct is that only one person is passed on from generation to generation, you think, he passed it on, and when he ran out of gas, he naturally died."

"It doesn't matter who it is, that person has done a great thing, Zhao Laojiu has done all the bad things, and he is innocent."

"Be cautious, that Zhao Laojiu has the 'Divine Hand Gate' behind him...... Alas, if you want to say that in this world today, it is very strange to pick your tongue and gouge out your eyes, a few years ago in the capital of the law field, I can see a blunt knife to cut off the head, the executioner is not cut, even the saw belt, did not wait for the first breath, the rest is scared to death first, I myself can not eat meat for two months in a row, as soon as I eat it I vomit. ”

The craftsman passing by said with affection, his face became whiter and paler, and he looked at the mutton soup with oily flowers and coriander floating in front of him, and his throat was already squirming.

At this moment, the curtain was lifted.

A cloud of frost and snow immediately swirled in, the chill was bone-chilling, and everyone was a spirit, and then I saw a figure in a blue cotton robe squeezed into the tavern, with snowflakes on his broad shoulders and an old backpack behind his back.

In the corner of the back, a bell the size of a dragon's eye tinkled and tinkled non-stop, which was very crisp.

Everyone heard it familiarly, and they couldn't help but be surprised when they followed the sound.

Isn't this old memorization the belongings of the "face-changing king" Liang Cripple eating?

Looking at the person again, he is a young man with a sallow face, with rough skin and flesh, cracked lips, wearing a dogskin hat, thick black hair looming underneath, stained with scattered snow petals, thick eyebrows flying obliquely on a thin face, hanging a pair of compelling knife eyes, full of Jianghu qi.

Everyone looked at each other, thinking about what they had just said before, and there was already a little guess in their hearts.

Looking at the collar on the young man's cotton robe, which was higher than ordinary clothes, he was even more convinced of the identity of the other party.

Although they don't know the trick of "changing their faces", they have been dealing with the cripple for a long time, so they can naturally see some of them, and most of the doorways are hidden under their clothes.

"Ten fires, two bowls of mutton soup."

The man picked a seat and sat down, and as soon as he opened his mouth, everyone was startled.

Ooh! Good meals!

The diners were secretly surprised, and when they took a closer look at the figure of the young man, they had something extraordinary. Broad shoulders and broad back, long body, and a pair of hands in the sleeves with slender five-finger joints, rounded fingers and belly, like ape palms, both arms hanging down, almost to the knees.

"I don't know what the relationship between this master and the face-changing king Liang is lame?"

Someone couldn't help but ask.

After a while, the donkey meat and mutton soup were already on the table, and the young man took the fire in one hand and the bowl in the other, and when he opened his mouth, he saw that most of the bread had been torn into his mouth, and he didn't chew it, his cheeks bulged, and his Adam's apple moved, and he swallowed it alive.

With another mouth, half a bowl of piping hot mutton soup wrapped in oil and steaming was sent down his throat.

Such a horrific eating affair really stunned everyone.

This must have been the first time I've eaten a hot meal in eight lifetimes?

"It doesn't matter much, I escaped from my hometown earlier, and the scholar went to Kanto, and when I was about to breathe, the lame man pulled me, and took care of a full meal, and finally walked out with him."

The young man's voice was neither light nor heavy, and he spoke simply, as if the hot soup and cold water he had drunk before.

Although the tone is ordinary, everyone can hear it, and being able to break out alive from that Kanto together is a fateful friendship.

The diners were also amazed, who would have thought that such a sleek and worldly, greedy and cheap cripple in the past would actually break through the Kanto, how could they never have heard of it in the past.

But the young man's next cold sentence made the diners hold their breath.

"Do you know who Zhao Laojiu's backer is?"

"Hey, hey, then you have to go to the Golden and Silver Building to ask, who doesn't know that most of the women kidnapped by Zhao Laojiu have entered there, ......"

Fortunately, a drunk man took over the conversation in a daze, but before he could finish speaking, his companion hurriedly covered his mouth.

In just a few words, the ten fires and two bowls of mutton soup have been eaten clean by the young man.

Ignoring the reactions of the people around him, the young man praised: "It tastes good, that cripple is really right." ”

"Haha, what this master said is that although our place is small, the things are really authentic."

The proprietress echoed with a smile when she heard this.

The young man smiled, wiped his mouth, and put down two pieces of Long Yang, "Prepare another one for me just now, I'll go out to do something, and I'll take care of it for me, and I'll reward you more." ”

"Well, leave me here, you put your heart in your stomach."

Hearing the shopkeeper's joyful response, the young man immediately got up and lifted the curtain and went out.

and others went away.

"Do you hear that? That one seems to speak with a bit of a closed accent, hey, could it be ......?"

The craftsman who walked the rivers and lakes before spoke again, but his eyes glanced into the back of the side one by one, and the six heads had not fallen yet, but after a few glances, his face turned pale, but he didn't dare to look at it, for fear that a few pairs of eyes would pop out of it.

Someone couldn't help but reprimand in a low voice: "Why don't you go to the rivers and lakes, and you don't know the truth from your mouth?" ”

The craftsman was also a little uneasy in his heart, and sneered: "That master just now looked very kind." ”

"You don't want to think about it, although Liang Cripple is the only one in the 'face-changing' mastery, but he can't use his fists and feet, who should you rely on to come back alive from Kanto?"

"Who doesn't know that those who dare to break into Kanto are ruthless people, and they dare to fight hard when they meet people with a knife on their waists, this master is even more domineering, he went alone, and he is still kind? I can't guarantee that the people under my hands will kill more people than you eat, what do you say, back hand, Liang Cripple handed over such a character, this is to collect debts. ”

"Don't say much, don't take care of it, such murderous characters are no longer something we can provoke."

"Exactly! Yes, extremely! ”

Everyone hurriedly agreed, and when Cang finished eating the things on the table, they fled one by one.

……

The north wind is howling and the snow is flying.

It was almost twilight, and in a brightly lit flower building, the laughter and laughter of the girls welcoming guests spread far and wide.

In these years, it is absolutely impossible to make money in a serious business, and it is even more difficult to make a lot of money in this mixed Tianjin Wei, the fastest way is to prostitute, gamble, smoke, Qinglou, tobacco house, gambling house can make a lot of money, and also force many people to sell their children and daughters, and the family is ruined.

and then caught up with foreign trade, and there were traffickers who abducted living people abroad.

This building in front of you is called "gold and silver building", the building is three floors high, the red lights on all sides are like fire, the whole flower building that reflects has become golden red, it is the flower building of the first number of Jinmen. It is said that the daily expenses of the prostitutes are enough to pile up into a mountain of gold and silver, which can be calculated by not two catties, up to the dignitaries and nobles, down to the nine streams in the market, all lingering in it, for the one hundred and ten charming, charming and delicate girls.

But don't underestimate these dusty women who make money from skin and meat, the outside is just a scene of work, and the people who really press the bottom of the box don't show up at all, hanging those businessmen and high-ranking officials to the door by themselves, but if you can go out, you have to use eight sedan chairs to lift, and the next day you will become the wife of a big official, and it is too late to stammer.

The wind and snow were overflowing, and Chen Zhuo stood in the snow, his obscure eyes drooping, and he saw a few lines of small words out of thin air on the snow in front of him.

[Carrier: Chen Zhuo]

[World: Late Qing Dynasty and Early Republic of China]

[Fate: Greedy Wolf Enters the Life]

[Luck: Seven grades B] (Note: Nine grades are the beginning, one product is the most.) ）

[Number of lives: Reverse Tiangang, murderous death]

[Talent: Gathering] (Note: Greedy wolf devours the sky, devours the enemy and gathers transportation.) ）

Tips: Life changes with luck, luck with people, if luck reaches a product, you can go to other worlds, the number of gas is redetermined, and the fate changes; If the luck surpasses the first level, you can choose an identity before going to other realms, reincarnate in other realms, and retain the cultivation of the previous life.

People came and went, as if no one noticed anything strange on the ground.

Chen Zhuo looked up at the girl who greeted him upstairs again, pursed his lips, his eyes condensed, as the handwriting on the ground disappeared, he didn't see how he moved, his shoulders shook, and a blue-faced and fanged rakshasa face had been conjured out of thin air on his sallow face.

As soon as he entered the door, a big teapot that was good at observing words and expressions quickly greeted him, with a surprised look and a vigilant look in his eyes, "Hehe, this master, what are you singing, do you come to the building to do tricks?" ”

Laughing, he picked up the kettle and was about to pour water to make tea.

Chen Zhuo glanced at him, his face was expressionless, the index finger in the cuff flicked horizontally, stopped the inclined slender spout, and picked it up again with his fingertips, and the teacup on the plate immediately volleyed a heel and flipped it upside down steadily.

The big teapot is a middle-aged man, with a kind demeanor, and everyone has a smiling face, but when he sees this hand, his expression changes immediately, and he only leans forward, and lowers his voice and says: "Forgive me for being clumsy, dare to ask the brother which line Lao Hai is, why did he come to this mountain gate?" ”

At the same time, upstairs and downstairs, some girls who were still charming and smiling, as well as the large and small teapots that added tea and poured water, also looked at this side intentionally or unintentionally, and the surrounding prostitutes were unconsciously led into the house, which was making room.

Chen Zhuo's eyes under the mask rolled around, swept around, and said: "On the line of Sichuan and Shaanxi on the West Road, I used a soul hooking knife, mixed food on the ligature, and did the work of picking scoops." ”

"Guanzhong knife bandits?" The big teapot's face was calm, and he hurried forward in a few big strides, "This friend, what we are doing is a business that welcomes all directions, and I don't remember to make a feud with the knife ghost, are you mistaken?" ”

Chen Chuan paused, his body didn't move, but the head on his neck seemed to be an eagle looking at a wolf, twisting into an unbelievable arc, staring at the other party, "Does Zhao Laojiu know?" ”