The southeast shape wins, the three Wu metropolises, and Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times.

The smoke willow paints the bridge, the wind curtain is green, and there are 100,000 people.

The clouds and trees surround the embankment sand, the angry waves roll frost and snow, and the moat is endless.

The city is a jewel, the household is profitable, and the competition is luxurious.

Heavy lakes stacked with mountains and clear families. There are three autumn laurels and ten miles of lotus.

Qiang tube clear, Lingge flooded the night, frolicking and fishing lotus baby.

Thousands of horsemen have high teeth, listen to the flute and drums while drunk, and enjoy the smoke.

The picture of the different day will be good, and return to Fengchi Kua.

Liu Yong's poem "Looking at the Sea Tide" tells the prosperity, wealth and beauty of Hangzhou.

In Hangzhou City, its "Mahang Street" is the most prosperous and lively place in Hangzhou City, and its length is ten miles.

Entering the city of Hangzhou, not far to the north, there is a crossroads called "Quail City", the north of the mouth is the location of the most famous inn Yongle Building here.

In front of Yongle Building, there is a "horse market", so it is called "Mahang Street".

However, since the establishment of the Southern Dynasties, horses have been a scarce resource, and it is rare to see a few transactions of horses sold in this "horse market".

In fact, in addition to this "horse market", there are more medical halls, pharmacies, Goolan tile stacks, and food shops, which are all kinds of flavor snacks, and there are no less than 100 kinds.

Its night market is also well-known and full of people.

On this day, the sky has just dawned, and it has entered the early morning, and the villagers who come to the market from all over the place are carrying their own burdens and carrying baskets to make a living.

At this moment, the sound of horses' hooves sounded faintly in the northeast corner.

As the sound of the horse's hooves gradually approached, the stone tables and chairs on the ground shook up and down, and the knowledgeable people were shocked, it was a large group of people and horses, I am afraid that there would be a hundred and ten to ride, the sound of horses' hooves galloping, and the riders galloped on horseback.

Someone looked around and said, "There are so many people, most of them are officers and soldiers of the military court. ”

Someone took over the conversation and said: "Big guy, hurry up and get out of the way, quickly dodge some, these soldiers' horses are not long-eyed, scratched and afraid of it's still a trivial matter, if you accidentally step on you, I'm afraid that you deserve to be trampled to death." ”

At this moment, a sharp whistle sounded in the sound of horses' hooves.

After a short time, this sharp whistle echoed from east to west, south to north.

But in a moment, there was this sharp whistle in all directions, and it seemed that these people who were galloping around this "horse street" were surrounded.

The pedestrians on the street all looked panicked, and some even couldn't help but look at their faces, their legs trembled, and they thought in panic: "Could it be that there are bandits coming?"

You must know that nowadays, the territory of the Southern Dynasties is not peaceful, and now the official family, appointing traitorous eunuchs, loving strange stones, and engaging in countless people who can't survive below have fallen into the grass for the sake of cowards, but I have never heard of which mountain's "king" can afford so many horses.

The guy in a store leaned on the window and looked into the distance, stuck out his tongue, and the ghost shouted: "Ah, I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm afraid it's really the king of the mountain who has come down the mountain!"

When the shopkeeper heard this, his face turned pale, and he raised a white and tender, trembling fat hand, and made a gesture to slap it on the top of the guy's head, and scolded: "You little king and eight calves, in the morning, can you say something nice, what kind of mountain king, if the mountain king really comes down the mountain, then there are still you...... Besides, I haven't heard of a lifeless siege rebellion on any side, Amitabha, God bless ......you."

The shopkeeper was babbling in his mouth, and suddenly, he saw four healthy horses galloping on the clear road.

One of the passengers came out of the line and shouted: "Everyone, big guys, please stand on both sides, don't run around and scream, we are not bad people, and we will not be embarrassed by ordinary people." ”

"However, if someone insists on embarrassing us, then test whether the sword in our hand is sharp!"

After that, the long knife in his hand swung violently, and a cold light flashed, and the frightened people couldn't help but take two steps back.

Nodding in satisfaction, the four of them kicked the horse's belly lightly and galloped off into the distance.

The horseshoe slapped on the bluestone slab, making a "tick-tock" sound, which was terrifying.

Not far from the store, there is a breakfast shop, selling fried cakes and fritters, steamed buns and white porridge.

At this time, in the oil pot of the early shop, the hot oil is sizzling, and on the wire shelf next to the oil pot, there are seven or eight fried golden butter sticks.

There are three old men who run this breakfast shop, one of them sells and collects money, one serves porridge, and one person makes fritters and baked cakes, and this fritters are still freshly made and delicious.

At this time, the customers in the store had already left in fright, no one in the store had to eat, and among the three people, the old man who sold money and served porridge had to sit down, leaving only the gray-haired fried fritters and the old man who burned the cakes was still busy.

The old man bent down, kneaded the whole dough into long strips, and cut it into general-sized dough with a knife.

The old man kneaded the cut flour dough into small balls, and pressed the balls into round pieces, and he was unaware of the rumors on the street in front of him, and he had no fear at all.

The old man grabbed some green onions from a small bowl of yellow sand and sprinkled them on the round dough, folded them diagonally, pinched the edges, and grabbed some sesame seeds from a yellow sand bowl, sprinkled them on the cake, and then picked them up with iron tongs and put them in the oven.

At this time, the shrill whistle in all directions had stopped, and even the sound of horses' hooves had disappeared.

On this "horse street" with hundreds of people, it was silent at this time.

Even if there is a sound from livestock and poultry, it will be stopped by the owner on the side in time, for fear of getting into trouble.

Just when everyone on the "Mahang Street" was holding their breath, they could only hear the "clanging clang", the harsh sound of metal rubbing against the ground, accompanied by heavy footsteps, from a distance along the street, gradually approaching.

The man walked very slowly, and the sound of heavy footsteps was like stepping on everyone's heart.

The footsteps gradually approached, and at this time the sky was already bright, and a long figure was reflected on the street, and as the footsteps slowly approached, everyone on the street was tense and nervous, for fear of making a sound.

Only the white-haired old man who made the baked cakes was still making his baked cakes, and the two old men sitting next to him did not show the slightest nervousness.

The sound of footsteps stopped suddenly outside the early shop.

The man looked the three old men up and down, and suddenly sneered three times with a "hey, hey, hey".

The old man who called for the sale and collected the money slowly got up, staggered two steps under his feet, and staggered to the front of the shop, only to see the person in front of him, dressed in a cyan robe, and his black and dense hair was made into a bun, which was inserted with a hosta.

"Amitabha, it is really blessed by God, he is not a bandit, he is a Taoist uncle!" The shopkeeper looked at the Taoist priest standing in front of the early shop, and was happy in his heart, today's officials are very fond of Taoism, and it is said that Lin Lingsu, the "Yuzhen Sect Master" of the Shenxiao faction, will be the national teacher, and it is not surprising that these Taoist uncles can get so many horses.

The old man who sold and collected money from the early shop, his face was as bumpy as orange peel, and he was full of pimples.

The old man said, "Master Dao, do you want to buy cakes? ”

With that, he picked up the iron tongs on the side, took a hot baked cake out of the oven, and put it on a white wooden board.

That Dao Ye looked at all this coldly, sneered, and said: "I can't imagine that the famous 'Montessori Three Murderers' on the rivers and lakes actually did the business of selling breakfast, and I am not afraid of losing the face of the 'Maitreya Dacheng Sect' when it is spread!"

The old man who sold for money squinted his cloudy eyes and said, "What 'Montessori Three Murderers', what 'Maitreya Dacheng Sect', what Dao Ye said, the little old man can't understand it!"

That Dao Ye raised his eyebrows, and shouted angrily: "Until now, I still want to pretend to be crazy and stupid with this seat!"

After that, he raised the spear in his hand, the tip of the spear reflected the sun, the blue seal of the ground, flashing with a compelling cold light, and said: "'Montessori Three Murderers', still don't you admit it? Kill my disciples of the Heaven Dou Sect, could it be that the remnants of the 'Maitreya Dacheng Sect' are all shrunken turtles who dare not do it?"

The old man who sold cakes and collected money shouted: "Master Dao, you really recognize the wrong person, the three little old brothers are surnamed Wang, but they are not the 'Montessori Three Murderers'." ”

That Dao Ye sneered and said, "If it weren't for the news that my Heaven Dou Sect got the news, I'm afraid I would have really been blinded by the three of you! The news we got was clear, you thought you would be able to hide from it by disguise." ”

The old man who sold cakes and collected money squinted his eyes and said slowly: "I didn't expect that after all these years, I was finally found by you, Nangong Yu, the real person of the Tiandou Sect, the nineteenth on the Dragon List, personally took action, but he can also afford to look up to me and the other three!"

When the old man spoke, he seemed to have no strength, but these words were clear.

Nangong Yu, a real person in Yuheng, shouted angrily: "Dog thief, do you finally dare to admit it?" Say, where is the body of my disciple Nangong Lingming hidden by you!"

The old man's face remained unchanged, but if he looked closely, he could see that the muscles on his left cheek were pulled a few times, and then he looked half-dead again, and said: "Hey, where did you hide, of course you threw it out and fed it to the dogs, and the people of the Heaven Dou Sect should be chopped up and fed to the dogs!"

Yuheng Zhenren Nangong Yu's face changed greatly, and he said angrily: "Dog thief, you are waiting for death!"

The spear in his hand stabbed out, and instantly pulled out the spear flowers, and with one move, he stabbed the chest of the "Montessori Three Murderers" with great speed.

The face of the "Montessori Three Murderers" changed, and he quickly dodged, Yuheng Zhenren Nangong Yu missed a hit, and as soon as the spear in his hand turned, he stabbed the old man who sold cakes and collected money in the "Montessori Three Murderers" in the back of the heart.

The old man who sold cakes and collected money, his body was short, he avoided the spear, and kicked out again and again with his feet, but the kick was not Yuheng Zhenren Nangong Yu, but kicked at the boiling hot oil of the oven where the charcoal was burning and a large pot of fried fritters, and the red charcoal flew towards Yuheng Zhenren Nangong Yu violently, and at the same time, the pot full of hot oil was also poured on his head.