Chapter 2: The Young Man Under the Kui Tree

The situation in the tea room is delicate, and after a few moves, it is not difficult for a discerning person to see that a few people have cultivated to a high level, and a few troublemakers are not good at first glance. At this time, no one left, after all, those walking on the rivers and lakes would be frightened because others made two moves, and it would not sound good to spread out.

Since they don't want to leave, many people take the flask and squat on the side to watch the play slowly.

The angry man who fought with Uncle Shi was full of violence and had no skills when he made a move, but just like that, Uncle Shi could only barely maintain a balance of power with him, and with dozens of rounds down, that person moved some real skills. waved the sledgehammer in his hand and pressed Uncle Shi step by step, so that he had to fight back cautiously.

The sledgehammer was wielded by Zhang Kunshan to the core, the power of the giant hammer was as fierce as a dragon and tiger, and Uncle Shi's "Golden Light Palm" was still unable to parry, and finally he was beaten to the point that he vomited blood, and his hands trembled slightly.

Uncle Shi didn't dare to hold it up, so he immediately got out and retreated to guard in front of his young master.

The young man in white had eased a lot at this time, but the kick in his belly really hurt him, and his cultivation was low, so he had suffered internal injuries.

As for the identity of this group of people, they have already guessed a few points. The officials of the surrounding counties and counties of the imperial capital of such skilled thieves should be very attentive, and now they appear here without any signs, which shows that their whereabouts are secretive, and they must have a plan.

But there are not many people in this group of people, and their strength is only stronger than them, this group of people alone can't make much trouble in the imperial capital, but now it is a little difficult for a few of them to get out.

Uncle Li considered that they were not manpower enough now, and the chances of winning were not great, so they had to find a way to get out.

Uncle Shi and Uncle Li glanced at each other, both of them were battlefield brothers who had been born and died together for many years, and their tacit understanding had already reached the point where they could understand each other's meaning just by looking at them.

After knowing that there must be a bitter battle today, the eyes of the two couldn't help but be more resolute.

In a fight, the tables and bowls in the field were shattered.

When the old man heard the quarrel, he came from the back kitchen and squeezed into the crowd, only to see his granddaughter being grabbed by a person, and tears rolled down like a spring. The old man was really frightened and half dead, so he hurriedly stepped forward, knelt in front of several people, and begged to let his granddaughter go.

Everyone looked back at the bad old man. The person who grabbed the girl smiled obscenely and said: "Dead old man, it's not that we don't let go of your granddaughter, it's really your granddaughter's good-looking, grandpa, we have taken a fancy to it, it's better to follow the uncle, save you from wasting such a good-looking little lady at home." ”

The old man was frightened, and the old tears flowed forever, and begged bitterly: "Ladies and gentlemen, what are these words, this broken girl is my own granddaughter, how can I say that I will give it away, how can I face her parents after death! This child has a hard life since she was a child, and her parents will die if she beats her little, you can do well, don't embarrass her, uncle." After saying that, he just kowtowed, and within two strokes, blood flowed from his forehead.

The onlookers around felt that this robbed a girl from a good family, but it was too tight. There were also angry people and scolding people, but the man didn't seem to care, and said with a rhetorical smile: "Since this broken girl has a hard life, then my brother won't embarrass her." ”

Xiao Lao'er kowtowed and thanked him again, he really thought that this person would let his granddaughter go.

The man did not let go of the hand holding the little girl, but raised the big knife in his right hand and shouted: "Since your life is hard, and you don't follow Lao Tzu, it is better to die and count the ball!" ”

When the old man heard this, he was so frightened that his eyes suddenly turned white and he fainted.

The man laughed: "Interesting, this is fainting, how about letting Lao Tzu make up for it." ”

When the people heard this, they became even more angry. Someone shook the wine bowl in his hand and said loudly: "What are you trying to do, kill innocents, bully the weak? ”

Someone said angrily: "It's too unethical to talk about the morality of the rivers and lakes, people like you still have the face to mix in the rivers and lakes?"

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The man didn't care, but turned his head and glared at the others present, then grinned and said, "What, you want to save people? Then come! Look at how your grandfather and I teach you what is the morality of the rivers and lakes." ”

One of the bandits followed and laughed: "Hehe, why bother with them, they will only roar on the side, as far as the strength of these people is concerned, I don't care about them all." Are you looking at their cowardice, like someone who dares to do it?"

As soon as these words came out, the scene became chaotic, some rolled up their sleeves and wanted to go up to fight, some threw the bowl, and some slapped the table, expressing their anger in their hearts. It's just that I really haven't seen anyone really do it, and most of them are also rioting, and some even leave after saying a word of anger. Everyone understands that these people are not easy to deal with at all.

Who really wants to put themselves in an embarrassment for such a trivial matter?

Most of the people present are old rivers and lakes who have been running in the rivers and lakes for many years, and their cultivation is not necessarily high, but they know a lot about the rules of the rivers and lakes, and the way to protect themselves is the most understandable.

After all, the righteous anger of drawing a sword to help each other is a minority, and the people who do it either have some ability, or they are hard enough, otherwise most of them will just draw a knife to help and harm themselves.

Speaking of this, many people didn't pay attention to their business, but chatted around them. Especially what is said a lot is how those young men who have just come out of the rivers and lakes do chivalrous and righteous things without their own strength.

At this time, there were really two people listening to the story outside the tea shop.

Under the locust tree, two young men in Tsing Yi are drinking herbal tea at the moment, listening to the storyteller's story with relish. The two were listening attentively, but Mr. Storyteller had stopped at this point.

At this moment, there are only these two teenagers left in the field.

One of the teenagers asked, "Sir, don't talk about it?"

The storyteller smiled, "The story is over." ”

Another teenager asked, "There should be more in the back, right?"

The young man's face was ruddy and fair, delicate and handsome, and he could be described as beautiful! The old gentleman felt that this was a handsome appearance that was rare to see in a hundred years.

"I've been talking about books here for twenty or thirty years, and I don't know how many people I've seen them, but it's really rare to see a handsome young man like you. ”

The boy said, "Mr. praised it in seconds!"

The storyteller hurriedly waved his hand and shook his head, and hurriedly said, "Fei Ye, Fei Ye." The old man is not complimenting, but just telling the truth. ”

The storyteller opened the folding fan, shook it twice, and said, "It's just that the old man reminded the two young men that the city behind me is not a place of great wealth and wealth!"

The young man smiled: "Sir, don't worry, we understand that the city is not a gentle township full of gold, but a gluttonous city that devours the living and does not spit out corpses!"

"Although the ancient beast is fierce, it is not the greed of the enemy after all!"

"Mr. Gao Feng Liangjie, hidden in the market, presumably he was also a hero back then, I don't know if Mr. has a story to tell the two of me?"

The gentleman stretched out a finger to point at them, shook his head and smiled silently, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and the lines on his forehead were all traces left by the vicissitudes of life.

After a long time, the old gentleman said softly, "You two young people are quite fond of listening to stories. ”

The old gentleman touched his beard and said with a smile: "What kind of hero am I, but I am just an old man." Relying on telling stories outside the city, he eats with a mouthful of food. ”

Another teenager clasped his hands into fists, bent down and saluted, and then said with a smile: "Sir, be modest, the demon clan is grateful for his help in the first battle." ”

It was at this time that Mr. Storyteller's eyes lit up, and then dimmed, and he laughed at himself: "Not to mention that the old man didn't have that ability, the old man may not have been born at that time, and there were countless heroes and heroes at that time, what can I be? How can I help them." ”

The young man's eyes dimmed a little, and his eyes were full of loss.

Another teenager whispered on the side: "It seems that Mr. doesn't want to admit it, what should we do?"

Then the young man raised his head, looked at the storyteller, saluted solemnly, and said, "I waited abruptly, recognized the wrong person, and hoped that Mr. would not be strange." ”

"Haha, it is reasonable for young people to love heroes. But don't think that the hermit heroes who can tell both stories. But I should still thank you two for looking up to me, I am a hero? The old man is very happy today, if you want to hear other stories in the future, you can come under the locust tree at any time, I will just listen to you two. ”

"The gentleman is serious. My brother has always liked to listen to stories, especially the heroic feats of heroes, and he never gets tired of hearing them, and then he can only bother Mr. more. ”

"Okay, hahaha!"

The beautiful young man still couldn't hold back, and said: "I have always loved to listen to the stories of various heroes and heroes, not that I love those vanities, but how many heroes have traveled all their lives, worked tirelessly for the country and the people, and worked tirelessly for the sake of justice, shouldn't we spread their merits?"

"Oh, that's interesting, that's interesting!" said the storyteller, folding the fan and starting to pack up his belongings. It seems that the old gentleman is reluctant to tell the story today, and is ready to close the stall and go home.

When the young man was lost, the old gentleman looked back at the two young men, smiled and said: "The old man is just a storyteller, how can you understand this, you should practice hard, don't mistake the young man's talent and ambition." ”

The old man seemed to be interested again, stopped what he was doing, and asked with a smile: "Can you tell me the names of the two of you, so that the old man can hear about it in the future, is there a heroic story about the two of you." ”

Junlang Shao Young laughed and said, "You old gentleman who tells stories is also interesting! My name is Qin Yu, this is my brother Shen Qiuhan, I will come back in the future to listen to it and see how you tell my story." ”

The old gentleman smiled and said nothing, and turned back to continue to pack his things.

Another young man stood up and saluted respectfully, and said softly, "My brother is rude." Then he took out the pennies from his sleeve and put it on the table.

The storyteller didn't look back, but said, "Two bowls of tea, two pennies." ”

The young man had already gotten up and walked towards the teahouse. When the handsome young man arrived, something came: "Mr. tells the story well, please invite Mr. to tea for this extra penny." ”