Ouyang Jianyuan still left after all, and he didn't look back on his horse. Ignoring Lu Zhan's gaze that was about to breathe fire, and ignoring the gangs around him who were already sneaking away, he walked so without hesitation. Looking at his relaxed back, presumably this result is also a relief for him.

The woods were quiet, even eerily quiet.

The man on the side turned his head to look at Ouyang Jianyuan's back, his face in disbelief.

At first, he thought that it was just the other party's provocative words, and he didn't expect Ouyang to admit it in person, and he left so simply.

Obviously, this result was a bit difficult for him to accept.

However, his shock did not last long. Because the sword of the tip had been raised again, he looked at him indifferently, and did not speak for a long time.

This look made his heart a little frightened, and he didn't know what handle he had, so he pinched it in the other party's hand.

However, this person has been rolling on the rivers and lakes for so many years, and he is not a vegetarian. Without waiting for Tilt Feng to speak, he preemptively said: "I didn't spread any news, nor did I save anyone's daughter, let alone betray Gang Leader Lu." You don't have to sow discord!"

"Good!"

Lu Zhan, who had suppressed his anger for a long time, couldn't help but shout hello when he heard his words, and promised in his mouth: "After I go back this time, you will be my brother Lu and the deputy gang leader of the Qinglong Gang!

Qian Feng looked at him calmly like this, and after hearing Lu Zhan's words, his face finally showed sympathy. In the man's anxious gaze, Qian Feng said lightly: "Shen Moxuan was killed by you, right?"

A hint of panic flashed in the man's eyes, but he immediately regained his composure, and said forcefully: "I don't know anything about Shen Moxuan." ”

Tilt Feng shook his head and sighed.

Just when everyone thought that he was going to come up with evidence to refute it. The leaning front, which had stood for a long time, suddenly rose up and rushed straight at the man.

The man on horseback hurriedly drew the long sword at his waist, who knew that he had just pulled out the sword, and the tip had already returned to the same place, still looking at him calmly, and slowly finished the next words: "He is my person!"

The man's mouth moved, as if he wanted to say something, but his eyes suddenly widened, and then his hands pressed to his neck in a panic.

Red blood poured out from his fingers, dripping on his collar, on his chest, and on the ground.

Leaning against a small tree, the corners of his mouth finally showed a faint smile.

The rest of the people around looked at the man in the middle, like a killing god, in horror, and raised their long swords again. I don't know who suddenly shouted, "Help, I'm going to find someone to help", and then ran away into the woods.

As if they had heard the order, the others dropped a sentence one after another, either to find someone to help, or to catch the escapees, and all of them ran away without pulling them.

Lu Zhan's face turned blue with anger, and he couldn't help but scold: "You bastards, come back to Lao Tzu!" However, only the footsteps that were getting farther and farther away answered him.

Soon, there were only four lonely people left in the grove that was still crowded before. No, there are two horses, a corpse.

The corners of his mouth hooked up a mocking smile, the long sword was sheathed, and he walked over to help him up, and sent him to the back of the horse, and he rode on another horse. With a shake of the reins in his hand, the horse slowly walked forward. Stumbling to the ground behind, followed by two lost souls.

......

"Stinky Hanako, let the old lady catch it and break your dog's legs!"

Liangzhou City, Jinhua Street.

At this time, a small beggar popped out of a steamed bun shop on the side of the street. He was ragged, his hair was unkempt, and he clutched two white-floured steamed buns tightly in his hands. The snow-white steamed buns are in stark contrast to his black hands.

Behind him, a tall, stout woman, who was jumping to her feet and scolding, saw that he was about to turn the corner, picked up the rolling pin in her hand and smashed it.

When the little beggar heard the movement, he couldn't help but speed up his pace. As soon as he stumbled, the rolling pin hit him the back of his head, making a crisp 'thump'. He snorted and fell to the ground, and the two white-faced steamed buns in his hand also rolled out of the way.

He quickly got up regardless of the pain, rushed over to pick up the steamed buns, and then ran forward, until he turned two corners, and the strong woman's voice could no longer be heard, and then he leaned against the wall and gasped.

"Go, go, go farther, block the old man's sign!"

Suddenly, an impatient voice sounded beside the little beggar. He turned his head to look, only to see a piece of white cloth waving in the wind, with seven big characters written on the dragon flying and phoenix dancing - the iron mouth god is the king and half an immortal!

Isn't it just blocking other people's signboards!

He hurriedly moved to the side and glanced at Wang Banxian's fortune-telling stall.

A simple small square table with an old book bound in thread, a folding fan, a stick, and a set of slightly old pen, ink, paper, and inkstones. And the Wang Banxian himself, dressed in a half-worn gray cloth robe, with gray hair tied up with a wooden hairpin, a wrinkled face, two handfuls of mouse whiskers were combed very neatly by him, and a pair of small eyes were glaring at the little beggar viciously, and he was caught off guard, but he was startled.

"You're not blind?" asked the little beggar, looking carefully into the old man's eyes.

"You naughty boy, who told you that the old man is blind?" Wang Banxian's eyes widened, and he picked up the crutches beside him and made a gesture to fight.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the little beggar hurriedly took a few steps back, and muttered unconvinced: "Aren't fortune tellers all blind!"

When Wang Banxian heard this, his lips trembled slightly, and the two whiskers rose and fell even more, as if he was not lightly angry, and felt that arguing with this little naughty boy was inevitably a big loss of identity, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the steamed bun in the hand of the little beggar, and there were a few black handprints on the snow-white steamed bun, and he laughed at the moment and sneered: "Snort! It turned out to be a thief!"

The little beggar heard it clearly, his face turned red instantly, and he hurriedly argued: "It's not stealing, it's borrowing!" But his voice became lower and lower, and his head slowly drooped.

Wang Banxian ignored him anymore, waved his hand like a fly, sat down and picked up the old books on the table.

The little beggar stood there, pursing his lips, trying to say a few more words, looking at the steamed bun in his hand, and couldn't help but close his mouth in frustration.

The sun had not yet risen, and the clouds in the east had begun to become translucent, faintly revealing a hint of pink. A breeze blew, rolling pieces of leaves past him, which made people feel a little cool, and the little beggar couldn't help but shrink his neck.

Seeing that the old man looked at the scroll in his hand with great interest, and did not mean to pay attention to him, the little beggar decided to give up the explanation, took a deep breath, and turned to leave.

As soon as he walked a few steps, he saw a group of officers and soldiers coming from a distance, shouting loudly as they walked: "Those who do not report the information will be punished for the same crime!"

"What's wrong?"

A handsome young man with a long sword hanging from his waist next to him, who seemed to be unfamiliar with the situation when he had just entered the city, grabbed a hawker and asked.

The little beggar also stopped and pricked up his ears to listen.

The vendor was busy selling his fried chestnuts, and when he heard this, he turned his head and said with a smile: "This master, my chestnuts are all big and plump, and they taste even sweeter and softer, do you want a bag?"