Bai Ling didn't know much why these people from the east came to Cold City, but he could meet the price he had to bear for Leng Buyu today.

Come to think of it, it won't be too long, Jingzhou should officially send someone over.

Soon, the people of the City Patrol Division led a group of craftsmen to push one cart after another.

Several leaders of the City Patrol Division saw Bai Ling sitting on the stone steps, looking thoughtful, and immediately stepped forward, clasped their fists and bowed their waists.

It was also the city lord who sounded again and again, and called Bai Ling, who was in deep thought, back to his senses.

Bai Ling smiled slightly at a few people, and then got up, he patted the dust on his body, and walked away. When the people walked away, they could still hear the people of the city patrol department behind them talking.

"These little ghosts from the East seem to be either rich or expensive. ”

"Yes, the city lord is really a man, he will be slaughtered when he says he will be slaughtered. ”

"No, I don't see which city it is. Bloodless gentlemen, can we be embraced by the people of Hancheng?"

After Bai Ling heard this, she couldn't help but hook the corners of her mouth and smiled slightly.

These city patrol officers were still chattering while they were working. Bai Ling has already walked away, and no matter how good her ears are, she can't hear everyone's gossip.

There was a white-haired craftsman who was there to replace the broken stone slabs, and listened to the young men of the City Patrol Division, but the white-haired craftsman shook his head and lamented.

When the leader of the city patrol division who was the first to salute Bai Ling saw it, he was also puzzled, and couldn't help asking: "Chinese workers, why are you lamenting so much? ”

The white-haired craftsman, known as the Chinese worker, stopped what he was doing, still with a sad face, and said, "Do you know who these people are who died?"

Everyone wondered, and a thin monkey asked: "Huagong, you don't understand what your brothers are talking about." Aren't these just a few little ghosts? It's just a little bit of identity. ”

The white-haired craftsman couldn't help but pat himself on the thigh and said, "Confused, where is this just a few Dongli envoys? You have to be clear, I don't dare to say anything about the old man in other places, but we are a cold city, a cold city!"

It sounded like a headless sentence, but it made everyone silent.

Yes, this is a cold city, not to mention Daye, it can be said that it is the most exclusive place in the whole world.

Everyone couldn't help but look at the corpse of Dongli who had been loaded by the donkey cart, and they were all silent.

Then, the Chinese worker looked up at the sky, sighed again, and said, "I hope that this God has eyes." ”

Huagong started to do his work again, and those Lijingmen men who were originally excited, seeing the corpses of these Dongli people at this moment, they all had mixed emotions.

And the initiator of everything was silent, and ran to the clothing store again. When the shopkeeper saw Leng Bu Si's appearance, he was happy, but also worried.

The joy is that this generous master has come to the door again, but the worrying thing is how this master has been embarrassed again and again, as if he has just come back from the ghost gate.

Without the need for a guy to greet him, the shopkeeper himself greeted him and said respectfully: "This guest, who are you?"

Leng Buhe smiled and said, "Shopkeeper, is this fabric still in stock?"

Seeing Leng Bu silently pointing to the already tattered clothes on his body, the shopkeeper smiled embarrassedly, and replied: "Yes, yes, you wait a minute, I will let the master tailor the guests." ”

Leng Buyu raised his hand, signaled the shopkeeper of the store not to move first, and listened to him: "Shopkeeper, I'm afraid I won't be able to pay for your clothes at this time, and I may ...... on credit."

Without waiting for Leng Bushi to finish speaking, the shopkeeper of the store immediately said a few times, and then said: "There is no need for the guest to say this, the small shop never takes credit." ”

After hearing this, Leng Buyu nodded, and no longer spoke, turned around and prepared to leave.

The shopkeeper walked up to him quickly, stopped him, and continued: "The customer finally let me finish my words, our small shop never takes credit, but the trade has always been undeceiving. The silver that the guest had spent earlier was enough to make four or five more sets. The guest gave the silver, not to mention the reward and not the reward. Our small shop is all about the clothes that the customers pay in advance. ”

After that, the shopkeeper grabbed Leng Buzhi's forearm. The moment he grasped his silent forearm, it was like an electric shock, and he let go of his hand.

The shopkeeper's eyes were full of doubts, how could this guest's body be so cold to the bone.

Leng Buyu looked at the shopkeeper with doubts in his eyes, the shopkeeper didn't want to ask too much, after all, he had also heard too many strange stories in the rivers and lakes.

He hurriedly spoke respectfully and said, "Guest, go to the back room for a cup of tea, sit down for a while, and I will call the master here." ”

Coldly and politely, he nodded, then opened the curtain and walked into the back room.

Seeing that Leng went in, the guy who was supposed to invite the master was puzzled, and asked the shopkeeper: "Shopkeeper, haven't you always talked only about business and business, not about human favors?

This guy was puzzled, but the shopkeeper patted him on the head with his hand, and said: "What do you know, these people in the rivers and lakes, when they have money, they are generous, and a robe that should have been three or four hundred wen can be given for half a tael of gold." It's really chic at this time, but these people never think about the money for the next steamed bun. ”

The man still didn't understand what the shopkeeper said, but he was just a man, and he didn't want to ask too much, so he had to run upstairs and call the master.

Sitting in the back room silently, he didn't touch a drop of the tea that the shopkeeper had prepared for him. Dumbo eBook

He just collapsed on his knees, closed his eyes and frowned.

Leng Bu was thinking back to the battle he had just fought with my grandson Falto, who had left the East to leave, and he was reviewing the swordsmanship of my grandson Hayato, or rather, the sword technique.

When my grandson Hayato fought at the end of the fight, his posture was so low that he seemed to be standing on his knees.

His knife was obviously placed in the sheath, but when the two faced each other, if he was in the sheath, he would hurt himself first.

If Leng Bu has never seen his sword, he can't estimate the length of his katana, and it's not easy to dodge, then it's reasonable.

But the truth is, my grandson Falto's knife is too fast.

My own sword has just fallen, and my grandson Hayato's sword has already hurt his neck. If he hadn't dispersed Qi early to prevent him from turning into a blade, I'm afraid that his body would have been separated at that time.

How did he do it?

Fast, extremely fast.

Thinking of this, Leng Bu couldn't help frowning, if it was just fast, then Daye had a kind of swordsmanship, called Nine Star Flying Fu, which was a fast sword. But the man named Kui Wood Wolf at the bottom of the song told him about the Nine Stars Flying Down, and the Nine Stars Flying Falling paid attention to the changes in the wrists, arms and shoulders.

And this is my grandson Hayato, his sword is just a slash, not a subtle movement of the wrist and arm.

Leng Bu Si kept reappearing in his mind, and he simulated it several times, and in his mind, he was my grandson Hayato, and my grandson Hayato was Leng Bu Si.

Just when he was silently puzzled, an old man walked in with arrogant steps. Hearing the footsteps, Leng Bu couldn't help but open his eyes.

Most of the old man's hair fell out, the front half of his head was smooth, and the rest of his hair was also black and white.

A tailor, who also looked arrogant, opened his mouth and asked, "Are you the one who fights twice in three days, and has good clothes in tatters every time?"

Before the words fell, another person rushed in in a hurry. Leng Buyu looked up and saw that it was the shopkeeper of this shop.

The shopkeeper looked at the arrogant old man, and then looked at Leng Buzhi. When he looked at the old man, he looked helpless, and when he looked at the cold eyes, his face was also full of guilt.

Without waiting for the shopkeeper to speak, the arrogant old man pushed him and said unhappily: "Xiao Hao, what are you doing when you come in? I was about to measure the size of the guest, why are you coming in? Could it be that you still want to see the customer's body? When did you become interested in men?"

Listening to the old man's crazy words, the shopkeeper of this store was really helpless, and he was silent, but he thought it was quite interesting.

The arrogant old man still didn't give the shopkeeper a chance to speak, so he pushed the shopkeeper a few more times, and simply pushed him out of the door, and bolted the door by the way.

The shopkeeper was anxiously banging on the door outside, and he was terrified. He is afraid, such a man who is silent and silent, wandering between life and death all day long, if he is really anxious, I don't know if it will be detrimental to this arrogant old man.

But with a few words of scolding from this arrogant old man, the shopkeeper was really helpless.

At this time, Leng Bu spoke and listened to him: "The shopkeeper, don't measure the size, it's not a big deal." You, just go get busy. ”

Listening to Leng Bu's kind tone, the shopkeeper didn't say anything more, and left.

Leng Buyu didn't know that the shopkeeper of this store turned around and ordered the guy to go to the yamen and report to the official. After all, the person in it, but the master, is the sign of his small shop.

Inside the hut, the old man looked at him a few more times, coughed a few times, and said, "Come, raise your hand and measure the length of your big and small arms." ”

Leng Bu was also curious, since the shopkeeper said his size, the people in this small shop knew how to re-measure.

But he didn't say much, he raised his hand directly, and obeyed the old man's wishes.

But in the next moment, Leng Bu couldn't help frowning.

The old man pulled out something out of nowhere, it was a ruler, but this ruler was not a flat ruler, but a curved ruler with a slight arc.

Leng Buyu was stunned there, and the old man also saw Leng Buyu's strange eyes, he put down Leng Buyu's arm, played with his Ford ruler, and said proudly: "What? Old man, my ruler is the only one in the world." So, the old man wants the size of the guest, where do those ordinary people understand......"

Leng Bu walked over, his eyes staring, his brows furrowed. In this way, the master was stunned. This guest, he, he is going to do nothing.

"This master, where did you pull out this ruler just now?"

Seeing Leng Silent Expression, the old man suddenly realized. It must have been his own actions that made this Jianghu person misunderstand himself.

The master did not see it, but put the ruler away again, and then he pulled it out again. This time, Leng Bu looked at it clearly, and the old man hid the ruler with a slight arc in his sleeve.

The action was so fast, so fast that even he was silent, and if he didn't look closely, he would think it was a trick.

However, in addition to the technique and speed, there is another reason for this? his sword is also very fast, and it can be unsheathed and returned to the sheath in an instant. But compared with my grandson Hayato drawing a sword, and this old man drawing a ruler, it is slower after all.

Leng Buyu took the ruler, looked at it, and laughed out loud. He understood, he understood the mystery of my grandson Hayato drawing his sword.

Because ah, his knife has a curvature, and it is this arc that adds a few points to the speed of the knife out of the sheath.