The sound of cicadas faded away.

Li Ping'an woke up under the bridge cave, and the evening breeze blew on his face, with a little warmth.

Holding the old cow, he drank a lot of spirits last night with a tael of silver given by the man.

Reluctance to dispel alcohol.

At this moment, my feet seem to be stepping on cotton, and I am a little fluttery.

When you come to a vegetable market, the air is filled with all kinds of smells.

The stall owners shouted and urged the smell of food.

The shouting of various accents is mixed with the stench of chickens and ducks.

Li Ping'an sat down at a stall.

There was only one diner at the stall.

In front of him was a pot of wine, a plate of side dishes, and a bowl of Yangchun noodles.

When the ovary was leaving, he left some money for Li Ping'an.

It's enough to feed for a few days.

"Two bowls of Yangchun noodles, no chopped green onions, no coriander, just put more noodles."

Li Ping'an said.

The owner of the noodle stall doesn't mind, and it's not surprising to meet such a person.

Two bowls full of large noodles were served immediately.

There is no wine and no food, and this noodle has a lot less flavor.

While eating, I heard a voice behind me.

"Oh, blind man! Why don't you come back with me here? ”

The person who came was a white paper fan in Liuxingtang, a name for the white paper fan on the rivers and lakes.

A person with this title is equivalent to a think tank military advisor next to a gang boss.

"What's wrong?" Li Ping'an was puzzled.

The white paper fanned: "The assassination failed, and the man died." ”

Li Ping'an remembered the man who said yesterday that he was going back to see his mother-in-law.

He also drank a fine wine with one or two of his silver, and he couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

Then the owner of the opposite stall said, "Boss, two more servings of pork knuckle noodles."

Don't have noodles, you want pig's feet! ”

.............

Old Dragons.

This is a gang that has recently risen in the south of the city of Quang Ling Province.

The leader of the gang, Cao Guangshan, was a boxer sent from the north.

made an accident in the north, so he ran to the Guangling area with a few disciples.

is ruthless and has offended many people on the rivers and lakes.

But I have a lot of work in my hands.

After coming here, Cao Guangshan had a habit.

Every day after dinner, I have to walk several laps along the long pavilion of the lotus pond.

Call it "walking the mountain"

It is rumored that the ancestors of the Cao family once got a boxing book left by a hermit, "Walking Mountain Boxing"

This has ensured the wealth of the Cao family for several lifetimes, and it is now over fifty years old.

Cao Guangshan is not much different from his forties.

Wearing a plain gray sweatshirt and holding a pipe.

Walking in stride, a closer look reveals that he is not wandering.

The pace has a rhythm, and every step becomes a little heavier.

A clear footprint will appear on the ground.

During this period of time, the road of lotus pond was full of footprints by him.

It was surprising for a while.

A figure came in front of him, his face all hidden in the shadow of the hat.

As if he didn't want people to see his face.

Cao Guangshan didn't seem to care about that person at all, and walked on his own feet.

But his eyes were always on the other's hands.

Observe each other's every move, very carefully.

It was a pair of hands that practiced martial arts, and you could see it at a glance.

The other party hasn't made a move yet, but is just waiting for an opportunity.

Whose people? Liuxingtang?

Cao Guangshan immediately locked on the figure behind the murderer.

Presumably they were also responsible for yesterday's assassination, and they will definitely have to give them some color after this incident.

Bang bang bang!!

Heavy footsteps sounded again and again.

The speed of the two did not decrease, and their bodies got closer and closer.

Three feet, two feet, one feet, eight feet.

Cao Guangshan held his breath.

Within ten steps, his fists are not afraid of any weapon.

The last step, extremely heavy.

The ground beneath his feet was sunk down half an inch.

Cao Guangshan's hands, which were twice as large as ordinary people, suddenly moved.

There was a muffled sound in the air, like a giant tree falling, and like the sound of a carriage making a sharp turn.

Li Ping'an slid a step to the right front.

The forefoot is slapped outward, with a lot of energy.

The two movements are like a chain of movements.

It is easy to retract and unfold, and it is extremely natural.

then bypassed Cao Guangshan, and neither side said a word from beginning to end.

Just the change between this movement and stillness is enough to see the gap between the two.

Cao Guangshan's body swayed in the autumn wind, like a fallen leaf.

Then he fell stiffly to the ground.

Li Ping'an frowned slightly, another martial artist?

I just don't know what grade.

A big place like this is really a master, so you have to be careful in the future.

..........

Along the way, count this time.

After taking a total of three boats, Li Ping'an is used to it.

Liuxingtang fulfilled his promise and sent Li Ping'an into the inner city on a small fishing boat.

Li Ping'an sat at the stern of the boat, holding a chicken leg in his hand.

The cool breeze like water gently swept away the hustle and bustle of the day, making people's hearts become extremely peaceful.

The white paper fan shook the fan, gently swaying, and the breeze was blowing.

is giving Li Ping'an endless introduction to the various places to play in Guangling Mansion.

Whose wine is delicious, whose canteen food tastes good.........

Or talk about the rivers and lakes of Guangling Mansion.

Li Ping'an looked comfortable with the wine, and he didn't seem to be interested in the disputes on the rivers and lakes.

I was contemplating the food and drinks on the table.

Arrived at the docks.

Li Ping'an stepped over.

Throw a bulging money bag in his arms back to the white paper fan.

The white paper fan hurriedly reached out to catch it.

This is the two hundred taels of silver that Liu Xingtang took out from the account office not long ago, which is counted as the reward for this assassination.

The silver in the money bag collided together, making a crisp sound that was very pleasant.

The white paper fan didn't understand, "Blind man.... What does this mean? ”

I haven't seen a killer return his reward after killing someone.

"The man who died yesterday, find his family and give the money to his wife."

The white paper fan was stunned for a moment, and then gave a thumbs up.

Said sincerely, "Master, righteousness!" ”

"If only I knew you were greedy for this money......."

Without waiting for Li Ping'an to finish speaking, the white paper fan was busy behind him.

"Master, you look down on me too much, and the righteous words of the rivers and lakes are the head!

You go out to inquire, we are the most disciplined in Liuxingtang! ”

Li Ping'an turned around and stepped into the night.

It's not that he is righteous, but the one or two pieces of silver that the man gave him the day before yesterday.

All for him to drink.

The wine was good, and I slept soundly.

These two hundred taels are considered to have paid for the wine.