The heavy sword woman was also out of curiosity, and ripped off the black cloth on the soldier's face, which surprised Wang Tiehan, this is the appearance of a typical person in northern Xinjiang, with a shaved dome and a braid at the end of the back of the head.

After watching the heavy sword woman discover her appearance, all the masked horse bandits ripped off their black cloths, and it turned out to be a dozen northern Xinjiang cavalry?

After seeing this northern Xinjiang army, Wang Tiehan secretly shouted that it was not good, these well-trained and well-equipped horse bandits were really not ordinary people, and they could enter the territory of Dongyang in an organized manner, if the situation of people eating inside and outside the border was excluded, then they should not be so simple identities.

If this is the case, the young woman's situation is even worse, seeing the fierce appearance of those people in the Northern Frontier Cavalry, both old and young will be killed here, but looking at their frivolous movements, they must want to be severely ravaged under the crotch to kill the killer, if that is the case, this young woman is really not as good as death. If you can get away with it, you will be chased by this group of people.

It's just that it was completely different from what Wang Tiehan thought, the young woman holding the heavy sword did not show the fear that should be revealed at all, but clapped her hands gently, and the dozen or so northern Xinjiang barbarians who had just fought with her felt the itch on their bodies unbearable, and fell under the horse one after another.

The heavy sword woman finally said slightly: "You want to rob, and I don't know who the opponent of the robbery is, I am the eldest lady of the Qingcheng faction, and the one planted on your body is called Gu worm, which my father brought back from southern Xinjiang after spending a lot of time and money, even those masters of the rivers and lakes dare not mess with it casually, you can be regarded as an eye-opener, if you don't want to die, you will continue." ”

This person is none other than Lin Pingping, the only eldest lady of the Qingcheng faction, this eldest lady of the Qingcheng faction does not like to embroider in the boudoir, nor does she like to study on the mountain, the only thing she likes is to go down the mountain and wander away from the rivers and lakes for the heavens.

Maybe she was a little tired, Lin Pingping didn't dwell on the northern Xinjiang barbarians not far away and said, "I don't know who you are, but don't be a bully for me." ”

Lin Pingping waved her little hand, and a lot of black insects ran out on the ground, and the northern Xinjiang barbarians, who originally thought it was a small skill of carving insects, saw more and more dense black insects, and couldn't help but retreat in fright, lest they hurt themselves.

Lin Pingping showed a slightly dry cherry mouth and said with a sneer: "I won't play with you people anymore." ”

Then he rode away, and the wind was blowing under the feet of the black horse, and he traveled all the way in a day.

Wang Tiehan, who was still a little worried about this woman just now, looked at the battlefield that had ended, and he was lying on the lawn panting heavily, as if he was collecting his soul, it seemed that this Jianghu was really still a lot of masters.

Lin Pingping because from dawn to dark, she was also a little tired, found a leeward slope to rest, although it is midsummer, but because the mountain is quite high, so the temperature difference between day and night is also very large, Lin Pingping packed up a lot of branches and threw them into the fire, and said to the loyal black horse who has been by his side: "Hongguo'er, you said that now your father is sick, the eldest brother and the second brother are still fighting every day, and they don't know how to care about their father, listen to Dr. Hu said, only snow clams can save my father's life, I just don't know where to find a good recipe. ”

Lin Pingping kept chattering beside her, maybe the black horse couldn't stand having such a chattering master, and she knelt down and kept dozing off, Lin Pingping walked to the top of the slope alone, looking up at the sky. The father who used to be able to call himself completely at ease is no longer sick, and how can he only leave a most unsafe home for himself to wander around.

The more she thought about it, the more angry Lin Pingping became, and suddenly a wave of anger poured out in her heart, Lin Pingping shook her head constantly, and then slowly spit out a breath of turbidity, suppressing the murderous intent in her heart.

Knowing her own situation, Lin Pingping looked at no one around and gently untied her clothes, but her chest was like a quagmire. The lower abdomen is dark brown, but a scar on the abdomen has begun to form calluses.

This is the situation caused by the battle between the day and those bandits in the northern territory, in order to fight with them, he also used a certain amount of internal force to urge the Gu worms, but the price is extremely high, and it may accelerate the spread of the black and brown mottled on his body.

Fortunately in the misfortune, in order not to reveal some clues, Lin Pingping only applied the ointment she carried with her to the temporary scars.

In the early morning, the sound of bells and drums sounded, and the gate of the Qingcheng faction slowly opened, and some of the people who had gathered outside the city gate early would flock to it, which was the habit of the Qingcheng faction, in order to keep their face from falling to the ground, and also to be able to have some money in their accounts.

The Qingcheng faction would often run some bazaars and other businesses to attract customers.

The Qingcheng faction has four towers guarding each other, and only through the four sub-cities can you enter the towering Qingcheng faction.

However, after all, the Qingcheng faction is a big gate, and not everyone can enter and exit at will, so many people will gather in the four sub-cities, and among the people who come and go, there are many merchants and farmers, and the city comes and goes frequently.

Therefore, on the fifteenth day of every month, Taoist believers go out of the city to burn incense, just like a grand scene where the city is really full of submissions.

Today coincides with the last fifteen at the end of the midsummer, if it is usual, the main road on the south gate has already been densely packed with people, but today's personnel exchanges are surprisingly small, only two or three hundred women, and the usual scene of dragging the family is unconsciously out of 108,000 miles.

On both sides of the street, because of the early morning vendors, the porters who carry the burden and shout, and the hawkers who sell snacks and some inferior yellow paper are all dissatisfied, and they don't know which side of the gods and Buddhas they collided with today.

There was a shop along the street that had just opened two days ago, probably to catch up with the fifteenth wave of the wave, so it had not been fully renovated before it was put into use, and this middle-aged man who was not good at business in the neighborhood felt a trace of frustration.

Originally, the lot where his shop was located, guarding the corner of the street, was the feng shui treasure of this street, and if he bought some incense and tribute here, the report would be a million profits, but he was dedicated to selling Buddhist beads and wine.

Because it is the holy land of Taoism, although most of the principles of Buddhism and Taoism are the same, they can only dredge up and return to the same place in the end.

The middle-aged man's belongings are not only expensive, but also a little strange temper, unlike those peddlers who have honey on their mouths, the middle-aged man's face is always a look of ignorance, but his heart is unusually good in the bleak business, and every morning he will boil some rice porridge to give alms to the beggars who are ready to beg.

A bowl of porridge per person, this special case is iron-clad and unchanged, even a child who is waiting to be fed will not set a precedent in him.

As soon as the door opened, the middle-aged man's stall welcomed his first customers, those beggars.

It's just that when this group of beggars drank the rice porridge and sang the board and scattered, there was a regular customer in the store, or the kind of familiar face who was too familiar to be embarrassed to collect money.

If it weren't for his calloused hands, there would be an elegant scholarly atmosphere. The people of the Qingcheng faction know that there is such a person, who writes well, and has also passed on many well-known poems and sentences.

originally hoped that with poetry and literary talent, he could mix up a way to get ahead, but when people have talent, they will always be proud of themselves.

Middle-aged men are also unwilling to be officials with those who sell their fame and reputation in the court, so they have always refused to go out of the mountain, and often claim to be small hidden in the wild and big hidden in the city.