Seeing the situation, the woman in purple glanced at Mu Chun coldly, and she saw Mu Chun with a knife on her knees. At this time, she looked at the direction in which the people left very unwillingly.

A few men can't fight kung fu, but the ability to escape is not bad. It's only a moment of effort, and I look around to see where they are still there.

The woman in purple probably knew that those men couldn't catch up, so she was quite unwilling to put away her moves, wiped the blade clean and put it back on her waist.

Mu Chun watched the movements of her hands, and then saw that her face was like frost. He suddenly blessed his soul, and had the heart to persuade one or two: "Girl, this person walks on the rivers and lakes, and there is always a room for everything." ”

Mu Chun's words sounded a bit bitter, and when he finished speaking, he also smacked his tongue: I am also happy to see the color.

When the woman in purple heard Mu Chun's words, her already cold face darkened a little. She turned around, her eyes were contemptuous, and she looked Mu Chun up and down.

At this time, Mu Chun sat on the ground and simply bandaged the wound with the hem of his clothes to stop the bleeding.

The woman in purple saw his indifferent appearance, but his face was still a little narrow.

The woman in purple frowned when she saw this, Mu Chun secretly said that it was not good, could it be that she was going to attack herself again?

Which Cheng thought, the next moment, the purple-clothed woman's eyes cut water, as if she was full of grievances waiting for someone destined to tell them one by one. But this destined person is naturally not Mu Chun, and then the woman in purple subconsciously looked at her feet and turned away.

Only then did Mu Chun notice that the soles of the purple-clothed woman's shoes were so worn-out that she could vaguely see the wry socks inside. Mu Chun's heart moved, and he felt pity: this girl doesn't know how to take care of herself, and she suffers.

Mu Chun's direct gaze made the woman in purple a little embarrassed for a while, she didn't look around, and saw the old horse on the side of the road at first glance. At this time, the purple-clothed woman's eyes lit up when she saw the old horse, and she didn't care about disliking it for being old and thin, and she was secretly happy in her heart.

She turned her head and looked at Mu Chun cautiously, and turned her head to have a plan to steal the horse.

Because the woman in purple and Mu Chun were not far away, she used a little light work, and one got on the horse, so she whipped away from the dust, leaving only "I want to repay another day-"

With such aftermath in his ears, Mu Chun couldn't catch up after reacting for a while. He only scolded angrily at the dusty man: "Stinky girl, I also leave a name and address, so that I can find you!"

I don't know if the woman in purple heard what Mu Chun said, but if she heard it, she would only be angry.

Mu Chun lost his old horse, and he had to consider himself unlucky. He walked for about half an hour, and finally saw the wine shop with a shed.

This can be regarded as a fall.

Mu Chun couldn't help but speed up his pace, strode into the wine shop, put his broken scimitar on the table, and hurriedly let the shopkeeper eat and drink, and untied the gourd by the way, and let the little er beat three catties of wine.

The sake brewery only has home-brewed sake, which is so bad that you can only taste the spicy flavor of the sake when it fits into your throat, but it is pleasant to the stomach.

Wine itself is not a good wine, but it is a good thing that passers-by can drink with a few copper plates to relieve fatigue and refresh themselves.

After a full meal, Mu Chun swept away his fatigue, and then he had extra thoughts.

The liquor store was still the same as he remembered, run by an old couple, and the shopkeeper was their stupid son. The business of the liquor store is good, and the shopkeeper is also busy running in and out, and no one can see that he is a fool.

At this moment, there was a sound of horses' hooves and the familiar neighing of horses outside the winery.

Mu Chun fixed his eyes and saw that this was not the woman in purple who stole the horse, and his old horse.

It was probably because Mu Chun's appearance was too ordinary and unnoticed, or maybe the woman in purple didn't look inside or something else. In short, the woman in purple didn't recognize Mu Chun, but crossed Mu Chun to the counter and bought some portable food.

Mu Chun secretly sighed that the woman was bold, not only stole from him, but also dared to shake it in front of him, it was really a tiger who was not powerful when he was a sick cat. When Mu Chun looked at the woman in purple, he immediately had some questions: She is not as fast as me on horseback?

Mu Chun didn't have time to think about it, he called the shopkeeper and hurriedly settled the bill, and then walked out of the wine store and rushed towards his old horse.

The woman in purple over there had just finished with the proprietress with the silver goods, and her fingers had just touched the steamed bun wrapped in oil paper, and she caught a glimpse of Mu Chun going to untie the rope of the old horse. She slammed the table and shouted, "Bold thief, Hugh wants to steal horses!"

At the same time as the woman in purple spoke, she reached out and grabbed the oiled paper bag, took it into her arms, and leaned into the wine cabinet, table and chair, like a gust of wind, suddenly in front of Mu Chun.

She only hooked the bar with her feet, half-tilted, holding the oiled paper bag in one hand, but choking Mu Chun's throat with the other.

Mu Chun has lived for thirty years, and it was the first time that he was taken aback by a little lady.

Before he could react, the woman in purple threatened him in his ear, "What a daring, thief! ”

When Mu Chun heard this, he grinned and said with her: "Girl, I lead my horse, is there a problem?"

Mu Chun's face was sincere and innocent, and he looked directly at the woman in purple, for fear that she would not recognize him.

The purple-clothed woman's face stiffened when she heard this, she saw Mu Chun's teasing smiling face, and then glimpsed the wound on his arm, so naturally she didn't forget him.

She let go of her left hand, a suspicious flush on her face. She hurriedly whispered, "I, I'm just borrowing it, and I'll pay it back." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, the crimson on her face had not faded, but she was about to get on the horse after a few unties, and she had no intention of repenting.

However, Mu Chun had already taken precautions at this time, and he had no intention of lending the horse, so he didn't care about the pity in his heart at the moment, so he quickly grabbed her elbow and dragged her off the horse.

Only a "pop" was heard. landed with the woman in purple and the oiled paper bag in her arms, and a golden steamed bun rolled out, just rolling to Mu Chun's feet.

Mu Chun watched as the bun bumped into his shoe, and then stopped at his feet. He kindly picked up the steamed bun, blew the dust on his head, stretched out his hand and handed the steamed bun to the woman in purple and said, "It's just a little bit of ash, and it won't hinder eating." ”

The woman in purple didn't appreciate it when she saw this, and there was a rare annoyance and regret in her eyes. Her emotions didn't last long before she was interrupted by Mu Chun's sneer. She tried to break free of Mu Chun's shackles, but at the moment she had no sharp weapon in her hand, Mu Chun didn't have so many scruples, how could she succeed so easily.