There was also a bazaar in the city, and there were women carrying baskets with a dozen eggs in them, and they sat on the edge of the bazaar, and they did not shout twice, but looked at the people who came and went around them, and their eyes were blank.

There were many of the same people around, all carrying baskets, some with eggs, duck eggs, some with wild herbs and bracken, most of these people were women, and there were also several children, but without exception, not a single adult man.

Li Wei'an looked at the pedestrians around him, most of them had an indifferent look, as if he had seen too much life and death and became a walking corpse.

"Three taels of silver, this female doll only needs three taels of silver. "Someone was shouting, holding a little girl, who was only seven or eight years old, and it was a woman who sold the girl.

Did the Great Song Dynasty allow people to be sold? Li Wei'an looked curious, but soon he stopped being curious, and when he walked forward for a while, he saw a pair of old people with girls in their hands, their eyes glazed over, some shouted twice, and some just stood on the side of the road.

There are officials passing by, some adults and rich businessmen have seen it, if they feel satisfied, they will buy people, it is not expensive, the most expensive is only ten taels of silver, most of them look at the appearance of the boy to see the price, some people feel that the doll looks good, and they will buy it back at a high price, as for what to do, maybe it is a maid, maybe, it is a plaything raised in the house.

"Look there! There's a joust. Li Wei'an said that the old Taoist priest and the thief Sheng'er walked behind him, and the thief carried a bag of millet, and now the price of this bag of millet can be exchanged for ten brocades, and he originally wanted to buy some more bracken, but there was no half of the money left.

Indeed, there are people who compete in front of them, and write in large letters: One or two pieces of silver, the loser leaves the silver, and the winner takes away the wealth.

The wealth has erected a high pillar, and the silver light on it is shining, and there are loose silver and whole silver ingots.

Someone on the high platform is trying martial arts, the young man with a silver gun three moves and two styles of the opponent is irresistible, the tip of the gun opened the long sword, the last shot provoked the person, the pole hit the face, the person flew upside down and fell outside the stage.

"Concession. The boy arched his hand and watched the man get up.

The man gritted his teeth, but still sighed and said, "If you lose, you lose, and the money belongs to you." The man gathered his sword and went away alone.

As soon as the talent left, someone pressed down a silver ingot weighing two weights, carried a broad knife, and arched his hand and said: "The northerner sword minister, I have seen the third son of the south." ”

The young man nodded, he stood with a gun, and said, "Dao Chen...... It's been a long time since I've heard your name. ”

Daochen nodded and bowed: "It is important for Daochen to find the third son. ”

"Coincidentally, my martial arts competition is also serious. If you win me, the dozens of taels of silver on this table are all yours, and if you lose, you will leave one or two pieces of silver, and the person will leave. The boy said, and the silver spear turned and made a stance.

The swordsman put down his hand: "The swordsman's martial arts are not high, and he also asks the prince to teach him." ”

As soon as the blades in the hands of the two touched, sparks splashed, and the young man's silver spear swept around, and the sword minister avoided it, and flew into the air and shouted: "Knife slash!"

The third son's face was as usual, but the silver spear was horizontal, and he grabbed it in front of the knife with both hands, and this knife was blocked by the gun, and the third son's arms sank, gritted his teeth to support it, and the next knife took advantage of the situation to dodge.

Li Wei'an watched the audience for a while, opened his mouth and felt amazing, this young man is really good, the plate on the table is already full of silver, and a few servants with Pu knives are watching, and no one around dares to rob the money.

It is no wonder that many of these people go to the competition for money, and the more silver on the plate, the more tempted the people who come to the competition.

Seeing Li Wei'an standing still in the crowd, Daoist Wei in the back also raised his eyes to look over.

The martial arts of the two seem to be a little unique, the fight is inseparable, and there are more and more people watching the surrounding visitors, obviously it is a troubled time, many people have died, but there are still visitors.

"Yes! The boy with the gun is very nice. The old Taoist priest said, and he saw that the young man had shot the left and the right shot and the knife minister couldn't avoid it.

The thief didn't speak, just looked at Li Wei'an's very happy appearance, and then looked at the two fighting in the stand, but he felt that there was so much silver on the table that he could buy a lot of rice.

The tip of the gun flashed with silver light, and a series of stabs forced the knife minister to block, only to retreat and retreat, retreat to the edge of the high platform and turn around to escape, the young man looked carefully, the gun and stick flipped in a semicircle, and with a low voice in his mouth, a shot swept over!

Daochen watched, gasping for breath, and hurriedly raised his knife to block it, but the whole person was shocked and flew out, flew into the air, and landed under the stage.

The young man's silver spear swirled around in his hand, carried it on his shoulder, and said with a joke: "Eh! Daochen, why can't you beat me now?

Daochen got up from the ground, bowed his head to the young man under the gaze of everyone, and said, "Third son, Dao surrendered and lost. ”

The young man just stood proudly on the stage, and said very dissatisfied: "This is not a big city after all, I still have to go to Hangzhou City and go to the Qixian Tower there to compete." ”

The servant below packed up the package and put away all the silver on the plate, and the young man also shook his head and jumped down from the platform, and when he jumped down, he also looked at the crowd, and there were always a few eyes on him, he secretly spied on, and saw that there was an old Taoist priest, bowing his waist, talking to a woman dressed as a man.

Taoist?

Li Zhongting was stunned, how could this person look?

Daochen walked up to him and bowed: "Daochen is brave, and I invite the prince to go back with me." ”

"I'm already a dead man, what are I going to do when I go back?"

"Shizi!" the sword minister interrupted him, still bowing down.

Li Zhongting retracted his gaze at the old Taoist, it was him, the old Taoist priest at the beginning, he was not an old Taoist, and he blocked the Liao soldiers who were like a sea of people, but he was the only one, and he actually made the Liao people who had always been brave dare not come forward.

Even his master, when he stood with the Taoist priest, would be a head shorter.

It's only been a few years, and he's grown like this. Li Zhongting recognized the Taoist, but the Taoist priest didn't recognize him, a young boy who was only a teenager at the beginning.

He walked up to the old Taoist, and then looked at the girl who was talking to him, who was a very beautiful woman, and he bowed to Daoist Wei: "I haven't seen Senior Wei for a long time, and I never thought that Senior Wei would also come to Jiangnan." ”

"Are you?" the old Taoist priest squinted at him, he really didn't recognize him, it was a young man, with a silver spear behind him, bowing to him.

"The old man in the Northwest, the predecessors really forgot, I also looked at the predecessors of Wei for a while before I saw that the predecessors were much older, and they almost looked bad. Li Zhongting said.

The beauty was dumbfounded, tilted her head sideways and said to Daoist Wei: "Daoist Wei, I didn't expect you to be so powerful, the Song people have been to the northwest to eat yellow sand, and they have come to the Liao Dynasty, and they have gone around in Yunzhou and returned to the south of the Yangtze River." ”

The old Taoist priest touched his beard and smiled, and said very proudly: "That's it, so you can make your father respectful, can the old Taoist not have some skills? Don't look at me now that I'm old, that ability is still there." ”

As he spoke, he slapped the old sword he was carrying behind him, and the corners of the beauty's mouth twitched.

In Li Zhongting's eyes, this woman talks and laughs with her predecessors, and can joke, but she is not like a Jianghu person in the Song Kingdom, she is a little dexterous.

"Since you know Lao Dao, who is your master?" said Wei Daoist after looking at Li Zhongting again.

"Dingxian Mountain in the northwest, the real person road repairs. ”

"Lu Xiu Huang?"

Daoist Wei frowned, looked at Li Zhongting up and down, his face was strange, Li Wei'an and Chen Tao on the side both looked at him and looked at him suspiciously.

"Does Senior Wei have an image?"

Daochen approached, he looked at this old Taoist priest and looked at it for a while, and he didn't understand why the prince wanted to say a few words to this person, but he was just a rotten old Taoist priest in ragged clothes and carrying a tattered old sword.

Could it be that he fell in love with the stunning girl next to the old Taoist priest?

is indeed a beauty, no one cared at the beginning, but now Li Zhongting on the stage came over deliberately and talked to the old Taoist priest, and a pair of eyes around him looked over, looking at such a beautiful embryo who seemed to be a little shy, some people kept their ears and didn't blink their eyelids.

Wei Zhengjue finally spoke, and his expression dispersed: "Lu Xiuhuang, Dingxian Mountain...... Aren't you damned? How can you be in Gangnam?"

Li Zhongting smiled, nodded, and then spread his hands and said, "Please also ask Senior Wei to give face." ”

There were two ox carts waiting ahead.

Wei Zhengjue looked at him and nodded.

Li Wei'an was curious, and he didn't know what he meant, he understood what the two were saying, and just asked them to get in the car.

The road was muddy, and several bumps were bumpy inside. Wei Daoshi sat inside, looking at Li Zhongting in front of him, Li Zhongting practiced qigong, his breath was stable and symmetrical, and Wei Daoshi talked about why he was made to fake death by his father in the first place, and then how he came to the Great Song Dynasty, talking about how he learned a good marksmanship in the Great Song Dynasty over the years, and was preparing to go to Hangzhou.

"Senior Wei, don't worry, it's just some food, and someone will send it over later. Li Zhongting said.

It's just some food, and it needs silver.

For him, there is no shortage of silver if he lacks anything, and before he got into the car, he had already given dozens of taels of silver to the man with strange ears, who seemed to be a thief.

"What are you doing in Hangzhou?" Wei Zhengjue said curiously.

"Naturally, I went to the Qixian Tower in Hangzhou City, the first day I came to Jiangnan, I heard that there is a martial arts competition in the Qixian Building in Jiangnan, where there are countless masters of the rivers and lakes, if I Li Zhongting can write his name on the Qixian Tower, it means that my martial arts are not in vain. Li Zhongting said.

"There are too many famous masters in the rivers and lakes, and Qi Xianlou is just a master in the corner of the south of the Yangtze River. Wei Daoshi didn't laugh at him, but he hit people as soon as he said it, and it seemed to have a taste of contempt.

The rivers and lakes are too big, it is a corner of the south of the Yangtze River, and it is also the dream of many Jianghu people to achieve the first place here.

They practiced martial arts for ten or dozens of years, just to be able to write their names on the Qixian Tower in Hangzhou, and they could pass it down.