Peng Wu is a master who has a tiger in his heart and sniffs the rose, and at this moment, a young man in a green shirt put a knife on his neck, and he didn't feel that it would be a shame to beg for mercy from the other party.

It is even more impossible to consider whether to accept it in the future.

What if you can't serve the public?

Even if you are a bandit, you have to be a living bandit, even if you can't serve the public in the future, you can no longer be the head of the bandits, even if you learn from that Biaoping, you can only be an ordinary bandit.

A living ordinary bandit is better than a dead bandit leader.

Peng Wu is not very good at settling accounts, but this simple account related to his life and death is still difficult for this little white dragon in the waves of Ningshan.

He witnessed the young swordsman in the green shirt cut off his sword and cut off Biao Ping's arm on the spot, and he could still stand in front of Biao Ping with an expressionless face and "reason" with that person.

This kind of truth is really a little uncertain for Peng Wu. However, he only needs to know that this young swordsman, even if he is a ruthless character, it is also a ruthless character that can be discussed, provided that he has to cooperate.

After all, if he wants to live, he humbled his knees in front of people, and it was not the first time for him to Peng Wu?

The little white dragon in the waves of Ningshan, who couldn't turn up the slightest wave at this moment, said with a smile: "If you don't kill it, don't kill it, it's all up to you, uncle." ”

The verdant Cuiqu sword entered Peng Wu's flesh again, and slightly sank into his neck, squeezing out a trace of bright red.

Li Zijin has a good grasp of proportion.

is the real "proportion", a little faster, or a little stronger, this "little white dragon in the waves of Ningshan" is probably a bloody throat.

However, this Cuiqu ancient sword, used in the hands of the young man, was controlled by a subtle control of the blade, and it was controlled to use the blade like a "blunt object" squeezing Peng Wu's throat. In addition, the Cuiqu sword itself is a soft sword, so it can leave a thrilling process for the enemy between sealing the throat with a sword and slowly causing death.

Peng Wu couldn't see the blood marks on his neck, but he could feel the chill of the sword blade, he could smell the smell of blood, and he could see the look of fear in the eyes of those subordinates not far away.

He knew that it was the breath of death. In his life, he had never been so close to death at such a moment.

And the guy who holds the power of his life and death is ridiculous to say, he is a young swordsman who looks like he is only a teenager, and he is still a weirdo who likes to be reasonable.

Peng Wu even wanted to laugh a little.

He felt that the young man must not be from Honghu Prefecture, after all, the people born here, even living is a luxury, how can there be so many naïve guys who like to listen to reason, and no one will be willing to go to the thankless point to a group of people who are unwilling to listen to reason, unless you pour money on them, and they pretend to be reasonable after listening to it.

Coincidentally, there is such a person behind Peng Wu now.

Of course, he didn't really laugh in the end, and if the sword was on someone else's neck, maybe he could laugh again, he was an emotionless bandit leader. It's just that after tonight, he may become an emotionless bandit.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, he didn't understand what he said wrong, so the sword in the uncle's hand increased his strength, and he hurriedly begged for mercy: "Uncle, what do you have to say, let's see, don't just do it······"

Peng Wudu was about to cry, but because of a man, and a man who was the head of the bandits and had the title of "Little White Dragon in the Ningshan Waves", he didn't really cry. It's just that the appearance is more ugly than crying.

Li Zijin spoke softly, and when he heard it in Peng Wu's ears, it was like a voice, "The one who called you, put down your weapons." ”

He was scolding his mother in his heart, thinking that it was such a simple request, you fucking ordered it earlier, didn't my little white dragon in the waves do it earlier?

Peng Wu felt that the young swordsman in the green shirt was no weaker than their group of bandits, and he even began to suspect that the "uncle" behind him could not be a bandit from a neighboring country. Somehow, perhaps because he had read a few books, but he hadn't read enough, he always felt that the other secular dynasties were much more powerful than his own.

This kind of mentality is extremely interesting, Peng Wu has always wanted to go to other secular dynasties to see and see the world. But because he can't leave the cottage an inch, a bigger part of the reason is because he is afraid that the thieves of other secular dynasties in Honghu Prefecture will be stronger than him.

After all, Peng Wu, who has not read a few books, although he doesn't know much about the truth, he also understands that a "strong dragon does not suppress the head snake".

He thought, Zheng Guoningshan's little white dragon went to the mirror country next door, and if he was not familiar with the waters, he would also hit his head and bleed.

Those reefs in the water or something, I can't say it, I can't say it, I'm blocking the way of him, the dragon of Ningshan. After all, he is the dragon of Ningshan, not the dragon of Zheng Guo.

For a few moments, Peng Wu felt that he had no regrets in this life. After all, a thief like him actually has "similarities" with Zheng Guo's Son of Heaven to some extent.

A real dragon in the world, a little white dragon in Ningshan.

Hey.

The coldness on his neck instantly brought Peng Wu, who was still "out of his mind" when he was dying, back to the cold and cruel reality, and he clearly felt that a "stream" was flowing slowly down his neck along his collarbone and chest.

Peng Wu hurriedly waved his hand and shouted, "Quick, do as he says, put down your weapon!"

The thieves looked at each other at first, and no one immediately did what they were told.

Then Peng Wu glared at the group of subordinates angrily, and scolded: "Lao Tzu raised you for nothing? I can't even do this little thing? A group of rice buckets!"

The corners of Li Zijin's mouth twitched slightly, a good bully who was afraid of the hard. In order to restore the prestige of the little white dragon in front of him a little, the young man easily opened the sword in his hand, and in an instant, he shifted the Cuiqu sword from Peng Wu's neck to his left back.

This place, aimed at his heart, stabbed from the front and stabbed from behind, in fact, there is not much difference.

It's all death, it's just the difference between dying faster and dying slower.

Oh, by the way, it might hurt more if you pierce your heart from behind, because Li Zijin needs to use his sword to shatter the bones that stand in his way to his heart.

Peng Wu is a clear person, of course, he didn't feel that he could do it again because the sword in the hand of the master behind him changed his position.

His life and death were still in the hands of the young swordsman in green shirts, but this scene made him look less miserable than just now.

The hundred or so bandits only put down their weapons one after another at this time.

Li Zijin glanced at the villagers who were in a daze with the group of bandits in the distance, secretly scolded his mother in his heart, and couldn't help asking: "From Ningshan Village, why are you stunned?!"

Village Chief Ge finally played a good leading role, not just with the villagers of Ningshan Village.

Ge Quan was the first to pluck up his courage, walked to a bandit who was still riding on a horse, picked up the white blade from the ground, just hurriedly picked up the white blade and retreated back to the old and weak women and children in Ningshan Village, not daring to look at those bandits for even a moment on the way.

The villagers of Ningshan Village, after the village chief Ge Quan set an example, flocked into the army of bandits in groups of three or five, picked up the white blades on the ground and ran, and all of them retreated to the gate of the mountain temple and blocked it.

Li Zijin couldn't cry or laugh, and he didn't want to shout directly: "My little junior sister is inside, you hurry up and give way." ”

It's like giving someone a grip.

Although among this group of bandits, the two most powerful Four Realm martial artists, one Biao Ping was cut off by himself, and there was no threat at all, and the other Peng Wu held himself down again, unable to move.

But that can't stand the number of them, there are still seventy or eighty martial artists in the first realm, and more than a dozen martial artists in the second realm, that is, the weapons in their hands are now in the hands of the villagers, making this battle of disparity in strength a little more "fair".

Li Zijin didn't dare to take it lightly completely, because he had never experienced the battle of so many people, and the villagers of Ningshan Village and this group of bandits who came out of nowhere, the two sides added up to nearly two hundred people.

It was a big night again, and it was all lit by the torches in the hands of those villagers and a few horse thieves, and after the two sides fought, the scene didn't know how chaotic it was, and Li Zijin had already learned what it meant to be "chaotic" just now.

It's really at a glance, all of them are in the blade of the blade, and at a glance, it's really friend and foe.

Even if he is a sword cultivator in the Soul Building Realm, and at the same time has a martial arts true qi, he forcibly mentions a breath of spirit and energy, and condenses his spiritual power in his eyes, which greatly improves his insight, so that he can successfully capture the thief and capture the king first in front of so many people.

If he wasn't a qi refiner, just a martial artist, then he wouldn't have such eyesight.

This is always an advantage for the mountain people to be ahead of the mountain people.

I heard that there is a kind of qi refiner, who walks the way of the bow and feather, and this way can "penetrate the yang in a hundred steps" on the battlefield, with the improvement of the realm, the more spiritual power of the heaven and earth in the sea of knowledge, the farther the distance can be crossed by the eyesight and arm strength.

The predecessors who have gone very far on the road of the bow feather can fly over the mountains and seas with one arrow.

There are even those who have reached the pinnacle, holding their bows and shooting the sun.

Li Zijin looked at all the bandits present, threw the blades in their hands on the ground, and after being picked up by the villagers of Ningshan Village, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, all that is left in their hands is fire······ Wait, torches?!

Biao Ping, who had just been cut off by Li Zijin, had been quietly making a mistake behind his back, and when the young swordsman in green shirt was fighting wits and courage with Peng Wu, the leader of the bandits, Biao Ping had already instructed his dozen or so grass brothers to sneak around to the sides and rear of the mountain temple and light a fire each.

In order to drive away the villagers who are in the way of his eyes, hindering his way to his wealth.

Biao Ping endured the pain of a broken arm, sweat from the unbearable pain continued to appear on his forehead, soaking through his clothes, he looked at the green shirt from afar, and sneered: "Hero, right, Lao Tzu wants to see today, you stinky boy has many means, and after this group of stupid villagers get out, grandpa and I will definitely remove one of your arms!"

Li Zijin looked up and saw that the flames were soaring into the sky, similar to the flames on the top floor of the Kunpeng ferry that day. That fire burned down nearly half of the restaurant.

I can't take care of Peng Wu in front of me anymore, and those villagers who don't listen to advice, and the little junior sister is still inside.

Li Zijin kicked Peng Wu to the ground, and after the latter wailed "ouch", the young man had already raised a breath of martial arts true qi, and used the mysterious body method taught by the old man of the pavilion, shuttled through the crowd without a trace, and instantly rushed into the mountain temple.

"Hongshao!"

A green shirt suddenly appeared behind the golden body of the mountain god, and shouted towards the position where the little junior sister was standing just now.

"Senior brother, I'm here. After the familiar voice of Ruling appeared, a white jade girl with a hosta on her head slowly appeared from her feet to her head, as if her body was "condensed", and appeared in front of Li Zijin.

After seeing that the girl was fine, Li Zijin let out a sigh of relief, then grabbed her arm, turned around and rushed out of the mountain temple, "It's on fire here, let's go." ”

After the young swordsman, who was as fast as his sword, rushed into the mountain temple, the outside world became a mess.

Led by Biao Ping, who had a broken arm, a dozen or so grass cowards counted the revenge of their boss's broken arm on those villagers who had no power to restrain the chicken, in fact, it is more likely that they just found a high-sounding excuse for the villagers to block their financial path.

If you want to add sin, why should you do it?

And the dozen or so grass cowards who put such a fire that was enough to burn down the mountain temple, in the spirit of not letting us get it, no one will get it, in addition to confronting a group of villagers with white blades in their hands, thinking about waiting for the villagers of Ningshan Village to relax their vigilance and rush up to grab the white blade and kill the villagers, more often they were watching from the sidelines, watching the cottage bandits led by Peng Wu scuffle with the villagers holding the white blades.

Bandits are like cavalry, they have no blade in their hands, and they can also be killed.

After the first round of the charge of those "cavalry", there were casualties on both sides, and of course, the side that grabbed the white blade with empty hands suffered more casualties.

Even if these villagers hold white blades in their hands, their combat effectiveness has improved a lot compared to usual, but as long as they can dodge those horses' hooves, not be knocked to the ground by the horses, and then be trampled on a boulder comparable to a broken boulder, then they can always backhand those bandits on the horses, or give those poor horses a knife.

Whether the knife is given to a bandit or a horse, someone will fall to the ground.

The difference is simply that a man falls to the ground, and a man and a horse fall to the ground.

When Li Zijin rushed to the front of the mountain temple with his little sister Hongshao, almost all the mountain temples were submerged in the sea of fire, Li Zijin condensed a little sword at the tip of the Cuiqu sword, and casually split the horizontal batch of "worship me useless" that fell in the air into two, becoming "worship me" and "useless".

Looking at the chaos of the two sides outside, many of the bandits died, but the villagers with white blades began to be aggressive.

Peng Wu had already retreated, looking at the firelight in the sky, he knew that it would be really difficult to take away the golden body of the mountain god tonight.

He began to regret it, regretting why he had listened to the nonsense of that unfashionable Biaoping.

This time, he rushed to Ningshan Village with his brothers, but not only failed to get the golden body of the mountain god, but also killed and injured twenty or thirty brothers, which was simply a loss to his wife and soldiers.

Peng Wu was annoyed and shouted, "Brothers, withdraw!"

Someone looked up in disbelief and looked at the corpses of the bandits who had fallen to the ground, full of doubts.

Just went back like that?

Some people turned their heads unwillingly, looking at the mountain temple where the place was not small, but there was a lot of gold, and their hearts were full of pity, and under that pity, there was hatred for the young swordsman in green shirts.

It's all to blame on that kid, it's a good thing for Lao Tzu!

Someone struggled to snatch the white blade from the hands of a villager, and gave the man a knife casually, with a happy and neat hand, without any mud and water.

There is no feeling in my heart anymore, there are too many people to kill, and my heart and hands are equally numb.

With the sentence "withdraw" shouted by Peng Wu, the leader of the bandits, after turning over his horse, the battle for the golden body of the mountain god also came to an end.

The thief ran away.

The fire is still burning.

Biao Ping, who was the initiator of the fire, and his dozen or so subordinates who fell into the grass did not choose to flee in the same direction as Peng Wu, but "did the opposite".

Biao Ping knew that if he failed to take down the golden body of this mountain god, and made Peng Wu lose so many subordinates, he would definitely not be able to please the good fruit to eat.

So at the moment, I can only hide, I can only escape, not only to avoid the arrest of the government after tomorrow, but also to escape the anger of the little white dragon in the waves of Naning Mountain.

broke his arm, he was unwilling, but he was helpless.

After the two waves of bandits fled, only those villagers of Ningshan Village were left outside the temple on the mountain.

Dressed in green shirts and white clothes, they each helped the villagers carry the injured to safety, so that they would not be smashed and burned by the gradually collapsing and ruined mountain temple.

The fire burned down the mountain temple, falling countless debris, the beams in the temple, the plaques outside the temple, and the bricks and tiles on the temple, which gradually died or destroyed in that fire.

The villagers, who were simply safe and sound, spontaneously went to various wells in Ningshan Village after seeing the bandits leave and carrying the injured people from the same village to safety.

They brought water from the well and wanted to extinguish the fire for the mountain temple.

Li Zijin and Hong Shao also joined in.

A group of people ran back and forth between the mountain temple and the major wells in Ningshan Village.

The fire burned all night.

It was not until dawn the next day, with the concerted efforts of the seventy or eighty people, that the fire was finally extinguished.

Some old women wept bitterly, scolded the group of thieves, and said that they were not afraid of being thundered by the sky if they did such a hurtful thing.

There is a woman in her arms, and in the swaddling clothes, the baby is crying, she has just been busy all night, but she has to whisper to put the child to sleep. When the bandits came, it would be more dangerous if they stayed alone in the village, so the woman could only take the child and rush to the mountain temple with the men of the same village. Orphans and widows, many people are to take care of.

There was a man with a strong physique, who fought bravely in the fight with the bandits last night, and the white blade left two three-inch-long cuts on his shoulders, which were extremely deep. Next to him is the wife who complains on her lips and pity in her eyes, who is carefully medicating the man. The man was in pain, but he didn't say a word.

After counting the number of casualties, Ge Quan, the head of Ningshan Village, with an extremely sad expression, tearfully announced to the "relatives" in the same village how many and which people they had lost.

Ge Quan said that the children who lost their father will have to rely on other people in the village to help each other in the future, whether it is to eat a hundred family meals, or whether he Ge Quan smashes the pot and sells iron, in short, it is impossible to let those children starve to death.

After saying this, the village chief Ge Quan took the lead in sincerely apologizing to Li Zijin and the girl Hongshao, saying that he had wrongly blamed the two of them before, and he had mistaken them for bandits, and he did it wrong.

Li Zijin said that it was excusable, but just shook his head and said it didn't matter.

He wanted to say something, but he just wanted to stop talking.

In fact, the young man not only wanted to say this to the village chief Ge Quan, but also to all the villagers in Ningshan Village.

But looking at the ruins of that mountain temple, he felt that there was no need to do anything more, that golden body was probably destroyed, so if he said that sentence again, it would seem a little redundant and somewhat unnecessary.

After all, people don't want to listen to reason, because they understand it.

It's just that I rarely do it.

The two said goodbye to the old village chief Ge Quan, intending to leave, but politely rejected Ge Quan's kindness to let them enter the village to rest.

Li Zijin said apologetically: "Hong Shao, I'm really sorry. ”

He thought that he could easily repel a few bandits, and then the two of them spent the night in Ningshan Village, but he never thought that there would be hundreds of people last night, and a battle of that scale would be ······ It was definitely not that he could dominate the battlefield with a soul realm sword cultivator.

It was rare for Hong Shao not to be sleepy, she was busy all night, but she was still so energetic, she smiled and shook her head: "Senior brother doesn't need to apologize, it's hard." ”

The boy couldn't tell whether it was her empathy or her innocence.

The two walked side by side, climbed a small hill, and before stepping onto the Zhengguo Post Road, Li Zijin stood halfway up the mountain, overlooking the ruins of the mountain temple below.

The young man looked at the villagers of Ningshan Village, lifted the beams and bricks of the house, and lifted out an intact golden body of the mountain god from the ruins.

How can it be?

Li Zijin couldn't believe it, held his breath and stared, his gaze stayed on the golden body of the mountain god outside the mountain temple.

From afar, it seems to be looking at itself.

Real gold is not afraid of fire.

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After passing the wide post road not far from Ningshan Village, the two came to a small border town called "Jinhuai" in Zhengguo.

There is gradually some smoke and fire here.

When entering the city, Zheng Guo's officers and soldiers guarded the city gate and interrogated the pedestrians entering and leaving Jinhuai City.

It's not a Zheng State, it really took so much effort to guard the pass, but it was only after Li Zijin entered the city that he found out that the original officers and soldiers interrogated him was like this.

The young man saw many portraits posted on the walls in Jinhuai City, all of which were bounties from the Zheng Guoguan Mansion, to be precise, two portraits, all over a Jinhuai City, which could be seen everywhere in the streets and alleys of the city.

On top of the two portraits, there is a bearded man and a child.

Coincidentally, the two people who were rewarded with a thousand taels of gold on this portrait happened to know Li Zijin.

It was the pair of "father and son" who were previously performing on the streets of Canggeng Prefecture and Daxuan Beijing.

It was after meeting the pair of "father and son" that Li Zijin and his entourage went to Huxin Pavilion, and then experienced the battle of Huxin Pavilion.

I can't imagine that in this Honghu Prefecture, which is thousands of miles away, Zhengguo Jinhuai City, you can also see the portraits of the "father and son"?

What happened to the two of them, the bounty portrait did not mention it, just a few words.

"The government arrests it, and those who know it will be rewarded. If you don't report it, you will be punished with the same crime. ”

A young man in a green shirt, with a Cuiqu ancient sword on his back, a heavy burden on the scabbard, a wine gourd hanging from his waist and a jade medal, clear eyebrows, and a handsome spirit.

A girl in white, with a hosta on her head, a red and white koi style, wearing a sword and a cangjie, innocent and beautiful.

The two appeared together in one of the most expensive inns in Jinhuai City.

It's not that Li Zijin is extravagant, but a little junior sister with a sinking fish and geese by her side, and she always has to avoid those places where fish and dragons are mixed.

The most expensive inn is not necessarily the best inn, but it can provide a "threshold".

Not all kinds of people can afford to live in such a place.

And those who can afford to live in this inn can't do everything, more or less cheeky.

It's not that he will be a little skeptical about those who also live in this inn, and he will figure out the other party's family background and sect power.

In fact, most of them still figure out the former, after all, there are too few mountain people in Honghu Prefecture.

There are so few that even one Dongfu realm qi refiner can find a so-called family here at will, mix the name of worship, and collect money every year.

When someone comes to the door to find trouble, they will randomly cast one or two Taoist methods, most of the time they don't even need to make a move, they only need to bear the name of "Mountain Immortal Master", which is enough to deter the Quartet.

Those families in Honghu Prefecture, for these mountain immortals, are all entertained with good food, good drink, good wine and good food, like an uncle, for this group of "ancestors", and they give money and gifts during the New Year's holidays.

It is precisely because of this that there will be many low-realm qi refiners with the name of immortal masters on the mountain, using lame magic powers, relying on one or two mediocre Dao Gate talismans to swagger and deceive in Honghu Prefecture.

If you have been safe and sound, and you haven't encountered hard stubble to come to the house to find trouble, then you can probably mix for three or five years and make a lot of money.

If the luck is not good, and you encounter a martial artist or a qi refiner with real skills who comes to the door to find fault, it will naturally be exposed on the spot, and you can only leave with a disgraced face, but you can also make a small profit, and then quickly change a city, continue to look for those rich people, and come to the door as an immortal master on the mountain, eating and drinking, and swaggering.

After Li Zijin took his little sister Hong Shao into this inn called "Flower Collection", the people he saw were indeed more "positive" than those outside Jinhuai City.

Correction of appearance, correction of dress, correction of behavior.

Often the border places are disturbed by chaos, especially the border areas of small countries, not only to worry about the invasion of neighboring countries all the time, but also to fear thieves to rob, but also worry about some martial ruffians who can't get along in the big city, and can only order three-legged cat kung fu, as well as some lame qi refiners who hold a few basic talismans of the Daomen and deceive the uninformed ordinary people, and those who are actually not sword cultivators at all, but rely on their fancy swordsmanship to play a hand of bells and whistles, and vainly claim to be sword cultivators.

Like this, goods that can't even be called three religions and nine streams are full of the borders of small countries.

Zheng Guo's frontier land has another resounding name.

A place outside the law.

Because it has a bad reputation, and in the world where good things don't go out, and bad things spread thousands of miles, it makes a big deal in Honghu Prefecture.

What stinky fish and rotten shrimp run to Jinhuai City, knowing that Zheng Guo, which is read as a border place and written as a place outside the law, is actually a rotten hole for his mother.

Everyone can be deceived.

Li Zijin was glad that he had chosen the most expensive inn in the city, which was the news that Fang had just spent a lot of gold to inquire about when he was questioned by Zheng Guo's officers and soldiers.

Money can make ghosts grind is really not a random blow, money is a thing that goes all over the corners of the world, and it is easy to use.

Li Zijin even doubted that after he had a certain amount of money, could he also "do the opposite?"

Don't let the ghost push the grind, try to grind the ghost?

After all, ghosts push and grind ghosts every day, and the grinding is also annoying, isn't it?

He is the most reasonable and fair, and everyone can be safe and sound in order for thousands of years.

The leader of the officers and soldiers of Zheng Guo was startled at first, thinking that it was a certain "above" adult who paid a private visit and came to the border to fish, after all, in Zheng Guo, such things happen from time to time, and above the temple of Zheng Guo, it is not all dry rice, but there are still so many adults who can speak, and they are willing to riveting their efforts to take off the four words "extralegal place" on the head of Jinhuai City.

It was only when he heard the young swordsman in the green shirt, speaking with a different state accent, saying words that even he had to spend a long time trying to understand, plus hand and foot gestures, and he was asking for a "inn" for a long time, and he wanted a "good inn, a big inn", that Zheng Guo officer and soldier breathed a sigh of relief, after all, asking for directions is not a bribe, at most it can only be regarded as a transaction, or a legal transaction, and it does not violate the law of Zheng Guo.

Before leaving, the young man casually pointed to a few Zheng officers and soldiers around him, and said a few words with a smile that he didn't understand, but it could be roughly understood as "wine, drinking." ”

Then the head of the officers and soldiers guarding the city of Jinhuai City, let's just think that he was a prince of other states, came to Zheng Guo to play, so he made a generous move, wanted to live in the biggest and best inn, and when he was in a good mood, he rewarded himself with a piece of gold, and let himself take this ingot of gold and ask the brothers to buy wine and drink.

Out of the way, out of the way.

The boy and girl sat by the window on the second floor of the inn and waited for the wine and food to be served, ready to eat a full meal, and then went to the Tianzifang to rest.

Originally, Li Zijin planned to ask the guy who ran the hall for a private room, after all, he had tasted the bitterness of walking the rivers and lakes with Su Hu, and walking the rivers and lakes with the maid who had the posture of a captivating city, it was really lying down and being stabbed with a knife.

Walking on the street, there will be flies that don't have long eyes to bump into this direction at any time, or they will come up to the boy to buy a maid because they have two stinky money at home.

Either it's a hairy ruffian who intends to take advantage of it for nothing.

Not a day has passed.

Later, Li Zijin learned to be smart, so he simply asked Su Hu to change his appearance, don't swagger on the street all day long with that charming face that doesn't pay for his life, that is really a big tree to attract wind, and any cat or dog wants to climb the tree.

In terms of figure, the little junior sister is a little worse than Su Hu, after all, the girl is still young and has not yet grown, and it is when the buds are ready to be released, so naturally she can't compete with the flowers that have bloomed.

But in terms of appearance, Hongshao is by no means inferior to Su Hu.

It's just that girls and women are two stunning colors after all, each with its own elegance, and it is difficult to judge who is high and who is low.

One is pure and flawless white, and the other is red with a hundred flowers.

They are all excellent on earth, and perhaps very few in the sky.

In this Huajian Inn, there is a hot pot, Li Zijin naturally let the little sister let go, after all, there are no undelicious dishes in the hot pot.

As he wished, the girl ordered all the dishes on the menu, which was made of "Linlang Wood" and "Hibiscus Seed".

Then under the stunned men in the running hall, Li Zijin took out another ingot of gold, smiled and gently pushed the ingot of gold in front of the guy, and put on a generous appearance of "just serve the food, don't be afraid that we can't afford to pay".

That guy naturally knew that there was a son of an extraordinary family in the store, and with his amazing appearance of "good friends", he came to the largest inn in Jinhuai City.

He didn't believe that they could really eat so many dishes?

While waiting for the hot pot to be served, Li Zijin began to have a headache again, because his little junior sister who had a lot of questions, as long as Danfan stopped, he began to ask himself questions again.

Hong Shao asked curiously: "Senior brother, what is the arrest of the government, and what is it called covering up the crime?"

The boy could only patiently explain: "How do you say it······ It starts with the law. ”

The girl smiled, supported her chin with both hands, and said with joy on her face: "Then the senior brother speaks slowly, and Hongshao listens slowly." ”

She likes to listen to her brother give her things that will shake the world.

A fish is born in the water, and it can only be accompanied by aquatic plants and water stones all day long, which is boring.

She thought about how colorful life would be on the shore, but she didn't expect that one day she could really be favored by heaven and come into being, and cultivate into the human body that monsters and spirits dream of.

Of course, the more important thing is that she can finally go ashore and get a glimpse of the world on the shore.

She was very grateful, and felt that one day in the future, she would definitely have to do something to help the world in order to repay the "Heavenly Dao" for her favor.

The girl likes that the senior brother will describe everything in the world to herself, as if she has heard it, as if she has experienced it herself.

The senior brother tells the story, and he will tell it very carefully, so detailed that the pattern and origin of a delicate jade cup on the table will be told to the girl, and even the name of a flower and a grass can be clearly explained.

That's what she likes to hear.

The senior brother began to answer her questions again, and her eyes were full of joy.

Li Zijin explained: "The law ······ It is something that every secular dynasty in the world has, and should have, which can maintain order in the world and allow those who have done wrong to get the punishment they deserve. Of course, the laws of each secular dynasty are not exactly the same, and there are differences between kingdoms. I don't know in Zheng Guo, but in the hometown of my senior brother, like the group of bandits last night, who not only robbed the golden body of the mountain god, but even burned down the mountain temple, but also injured so many villagers, they would definitely be sentenced to death. ”

In order to prevent the girl from seeing the cruelty of the world, Li Zijin was reluctant to say that they were bad people, but only willing to say that they were "people who did wrong things".

The boy continued: "Now that you know what the law is, you can understand what it means to be 'arrested', and the arrest of the government is to arrest those who have done wrong and violated the law. ”

The girl asked curiously, "As long as you do something wrong once, will you be arrested by the government?"

Li Zijin was stunned, he didn't know whether to nod or shake his head, in the county guard's mansion, he did read a copy of the "Laws of the Great Xuan Dynasty", but he was young and ignorant, and for the boring and even sleepy "boring book", the young man really couldn't read it patiently, just hurriedly turned a few pages and read things hastily.

He felt that it was too much of a headache to memorize those laws, because Da Xuan's laws were really strict to the point of outrageousness, and the regulations extended by some laws were even more obscure and extremely complicated. He didn't plan to go to the Daxuan Capital Criminal Department to be an official in the future, and read that book.

Therefore, at this time, facing the little junior sister's question, Li Zijin really couldn't answer, so he could only shake his head and say: "I don't know about this, if you are interested, I will have the opportunity to go to the bookstore to help you buy a book dedicated to the law in the future, and read it slowly." ”

Hong Shao nodded happily.

While the two were chatting for a while, the guys from Huajian had already taken several handymen to take turns to go up to the second floor to serve food to the two distinguished guests, Li Zijin and Hong Shao.

The aroma of that pot of hot pot is compelling, and the index finger of the straight teacher can't stop.

On the left and right sides of the wine table, five or six baskets of dishes are directly placed.

"Guest officer, the two of you are working together~" The guy shouted with a smile.

Listening to Li Zijin's ears, he only heard "you, Qi", and the young man waved his hand and asked the guy to go down.

It's strange to say, a good Zheng Guo, the official dialect is a mess, but the local dialect of the villagers of Naningshan Village and the gang of bandits is closer to the official dialect of Canggengzhou.

Li Zijin can understand seventy or eighty percent.

On the contrary, after entering the Zhengguo Jinhuai City, the words of the officers and soldiers could only be understood by three or four percent.

Dude, I can probably understand half of it.

Isn't it in the place where Zheng Guoguan's words are more "correct", but the more crooked they are in the ears of young people?

Li Zijin thought about whether he should learn the common Yayan of Honghu Prefecture, so that every time he went to a small country in the future, he would encounter the trouble of language barriers.

He lightly placed the Cuiqu sword on the table, attracting a lot of attention from the second floor.

Most people think that the young man in the green shirt is most likely the kind of fancy swordsman who can only do some bells and whistles swordsmanship, and it is impossible for him to be one of the few immortal masters on the mountain, let alone the sword cultivator with extremely high lethality among the immortal masters on the mountain.

Li Zijin casually picked up a piece of hairy belly and said with a smile: "Hong Shao, hot pot can lack everything, but this can't be missing." ”

The girl's face was full of curiosity, smelling the aroma of the hot pot, watching her senior brother roll up her sleeves, and use chopsticks to hold the piece of something that I don't know what it was in the pot, up and down, the girl was timid and curious, wanted to try but was afraid, until the senior brother gently put the scalded hairy belly in her bowl.

He smiled and said: "Hong Shao, remember, when you eat hot pot in the future, the hot belly is a 'seven up and eight down', so the taste is the best." ”