"Next!"

"Shabu!"

In the middle of the words, there was a break of wind and a violent drink, and he paused!

Xia Hou looked at the fat monk, but his hand holding the silver suddenly tensed! On the way to the words, without warning, he turned around suddenly! By turning around, he castrated and smashed the two ingots of silver in his hand towards the divine stick!

Swift as the wind, swift as thunder.

Xia Hou's sudden move was really not done by a gentleman, and it was even more unprepared than the last time!

"Dada. ”

However, the person concerned was still not included in the surprise.

But seeing that the silver two arrows flew away, they were almost half a foot in front in an instant! The magic stick was not in a hurry, and with a gentle flick of the dust, the tail of the deer moved with the trend, and the moon hit the two silver ingots. With the two crisp sounds of "da-da", the hair was finished, from right to left like a dragon swinging its tail, with two ingots of silver accumulated by Xiahou's brute strength, and it was steadily sent to the left hand of the god stick palm banner.

"Haha. ”

Holding the silver ingots that were still a little hot, the god stick didn't forget to tease proudly: "Poor Dao, thank you for the reward." ”

"Humph!"

Xia Hou made two shots, but they were easily defused by the magic stick.

In such a situation, anyone can see that this magic stick may really have some foundation. Xiahou snorted coldly, looking a little helpless. Because, only he knows how great the power of the previous surprise attack was, if even this hand was easily defused by others, it meant that the current magic stick was probably no longer something that he could deal with as a Xiahou.

Xiahou shouted: "Pay the money with one hand and deliver the goods with the other, and hurry up to divination." If you don't say it well, I'll kill you!"

"Yo yo"

Ha laughed and turned yin, and the god stick shook his head: "The hero said that he laughed, this hexagram can be counted at any time, but this silver is not counted." ”

"Not right?"

Xiahou didn't know what the god stick was going to do, so he frowned and asked, "Why don't you count wrong?" Isn't it just fifty taels?"

"No, no..."

The god stick shook his head again, as if a treacherous plan had succeeded, and said with a wicked smile: "Of course, it is fifty taels here, but what Poor Dao just said is fifty taels for one person." You guys here...", he said that the magic stick picked up the dust and went to the heads one by one: "One, two, three, four, five, six... There are six of you here, six or five is thirty, and you have to give another two hundred and fifty taels to the poor road to count. ”

"Hit the street, you play wild!"

"Amitabha. ”

"Hey, that Buddha is amazing..."

The insatiable person is the big snake swallowing the elephant, but compared to the current magic stick, it is far behind.

can dig pits so blatantly to make money, and can talk and laugh so freely, the god stick can be regarded as the best among the first-class sluts in the rivers and lakes. At this time, Mo said that Xia Yuan was furious when he heard the words of the god stick, and even the two monks, big and small, couldn't help but be ashamed of his greed and shamelessness.

And Xia Xun also showed a hint of displeasure...

"Senior Brother Mo Xian. ”

"Huh?"

Up to now, Xia Xun is too lazy to deal with the money god stick anymore. Staring at the front with his eyes fiercely ahead, he shouted out to Mo Xian behind him, and asked, "The newly bought sword, have you ever opened the edge?"

"Poof!"

Mo Xian understood, raised his hand and made a "poof" sound, and pulled out the three-foot Qingfeng sword behind his back!

"The front is strong, and the bloodthirsty is to be treated. ”

"That's good. ”

Xia Xun stared at the god stick fiercely, and there was a trace of ruthlessness in his eyes.

Since going south, whenever Xia Xun shows such a look, it means that what happens next will not be good-looking. Similarly, it can also be seen that Xia Xun was really angry with this magic stick tonight. Even a person as calm as him was angry with the sparks, you can imagine how despicable the despicable methods of the god stick on the other side are.

The slender hands, silently, quietly reached into the sleeves and grabbed several copper plates tied to the inner layer of the green shirt...

Xia Xun said coldly: "I'll take the middle road, Senior Brother Mo Xian is seventy-two in the northeast, blocking the back road." Brother Hou is 39 northwest and conquers the road. If he resists, he doesn't have to keep his hands, he doesn't have to die. ”

"Uh, little friend, you... What are you doing here?"

"Do the right thing for heaven, cut down the evil and hoe the traitor, and eliminate the harm for the people. ”

"Wait... Wait!"

It seemed that he found himself digging a pit, digging and digging to dig out the explosive thunder, and the god stick suddenly panicked, and took a few steps backwards: "Little... Little friends... If you have something to say, we can say it well, there's no need to be rude. Poor... Poor Dao is also mixed food, there is no need to draw a knife, right? Fifty taels of silver is not much or less, and a few hundred taels are just the money for food, no... There's no need..."

"Dao Chief. ”

"Huh?"

"In the edge of the Yuan Night, I will give you two choices. ”

"What's the choice?"

Xia Xun's eyes lit up fiercely, and he said word by word: "Return the silver taels for a while." The second is that we will go and get the silver taels back. If you choose two, don't blame the kid for not looking good. ”

As he spoke, Xia Xun's sleeves leaked out of his sleeves again, and several copper plates were already sandwiched between his fingers. Those who are familiar with Xia Xun know that this is his knife.

However...

"Oh, where is this?"

"The rules of the rivers and lakes, one hand of money and one hand of goods, where is the reason why the given silver has to be recovered? Besides, didn't we say yes first?"

It seems that the god stick is reluctant to get the silver that has already arrived.

Xia Xun showed his knife, he was still biting the money, and he was afraid that the silver ingots would be snatched away, so he stuffed the two silver ingots into the crumpled black cloth belt, and then tightened the trouser belt.

"Little friend, this rule can't be broken. Can... Is there a third option?"

"Nope. ”

The answer is yes, there is no room for error.

At the same time, Mo Xian, who was behind Xia Xun, was already holding the Qingfeng Sword and began to walk towards the right side of the divine stick. Xia Hou beat slowly, and also raised his pace to keep up with the rhythm. And the three monks up and down the carriage just watched quietly, let alone to stop Xia Xun and a few people from making a rough move.

It seems that this time there are really people who have to suffer for themselves.

"Little... Little friend, you can't ignore the rules. ”

"If you are unkind first, why should I be unjust?"

Xia Xun said indifferently, but his tone was like a knife, and every word was sharp and murderous. Seeing that Xia Xun was about to move his real character, the god stick was so anxious that he was sweating. But he still gritted his teeth, and had no intention of handing over the money. The obscene round face was crumpled, and the two thief's little eyes were wandering around frantically under the thin eyelids, thinking quickly...

"Click~"

"Whew..."

The silver mangs cover the green edge, and the red flames wrap the bear's body.

The magic stick is dragging time, everyone can see it.

And Xiahou, Mo Xian, and Xia Xun didn't plan to give him any more time. The green shirt is slightly raised, and it can turn the copper plate into a rain of arrows at any time. Xiahou and Mo Xian were outflanked on the left and on the right, gradually approaching. With the experience of Xiahou in the last two times, this time they all seemed very cautious, not in a hurry to make a move, just trying to bully more and less, and become a pincer attack, and one blow will be hit!

Call...

Time passes bit by bit.

About five steps or so when Xiahou and Mo Xian walked out, a breeze fluttered by, like a harbinger of a fierce beast, cold, fishy...

And at this time, the little eyeballs that kept wandering also stopped.

Drifting in the wind, the obscene magic stick slowly straightened its waist and pole. Like a black bear, it suddenly made people feel that his whole person was much taller. Almost at the same time, his left hand holding the flag was slowly tightened, and suddenly, he slammed it vigorously towards the ground! his eyes were exposed!

"Good!"

"What a hero out of a young man, so courageous! Poor Dao really didn't look at the wrong person!"

“......”

It's already an old routine of a god stick at a glance, how can it scare people now?

At most, it's just a shame...

Looking at the powerful posture of the god stick before, I thought he was going to tear his face to harden. Who would have thought, or the paper tiger bluffed. At this time, he can still be so cheeky and come up with such a false and unbearable sentence. This shameless kung fu is really impressive.

Xia Xun was also lost his temper by him, and asked lightly, "Are you going to spit out the silver?"

"You're underestimating the poor road, aren't you?"

The magic stick after the bear's body was straightened, as if it had changed people, and even the tone of his speech became a little arrogant. He still lit Xia Xun with his dust, his eyes looked at it carefully, and he was righteous and awe-inspiring, and said: "Poor Dao is a heavenly man, if you want gold and silver glory, you just raise your hand, how can you care about mundane things?"

"Then you'll be back. ”

"Well, this..."

After a few words, Xiahou and Mo Xian had already cautiously and slowly come to the left and right of the divine stick. Mo Xian holds Qingfeng and seals the left back road. Xia Hou clenched his fists and blocked the right back road. In this way, the two of them locked up all possible room for escape. The god stick also seemed to know that it was inviolable, stood in place again, smiled bitterly, and moved his gaze to Xiahou, who was blocking him like a tiger and wolf, and the arrogance that had just flourished softened again, and his expression was particularly embarrassing.

"Well... Poor Dao was negligent for a while, but he forgot a very important thing..."

The meat is in the pot, and you can't escape.

Xia Hou was not in a hurry to make a move, squinted his eyes and asked, "If there is a fart, let it go, let it go!"

"It's... This..."

"Hey, that's it..."

The old god hesitated for a while, and finally gritted his teeth and sighed, making a difficult choice as if he wanted to cut meat. Immediately afterwards, he put the black iron dust on the creaky nest, reluctantly reached into his arms, and groped for a while before taking out a crumpled silver ticket from it.

He took the silver ticket and handed it to Xiahou very reluctantly...

"A month ago, your father was destined to get a hexagram in the poor road... This one... You see... At the time of checkout, your father kept a silver ticket of five hundred taels, and Poor Dao didn't have time to give change, so your father drifted away... This... I just remembered this matter, and I just estimated the amount of money your father paid over, and it looks... It seems to be just enough to make up for what you and others lacked. Place... So, hey, don't be too careful, the poor road didn't mean to blackmail your money... It's true... Really oversight... It's just a moment of negligence, poor Dao thought, this silver is enough... Let's stop getting entangled in mundane things, right? Look, huh?"

"Tsk..."

The language is not smooth, but he can barely understand the general idea.

It's nothing more than a little distortion of the matter of intercepting Xia Yuan and making money a month ago, and just saying it again. Xia Hou looked at the god stick with considerable suspicion, but seeing that he really didn't want to act like a meat-cutting bitter appearance, he took the silver ticket with one hand without confidence.

Look down...

This silver ticket is very special, white paper, black and red print, with gold and gold for the letter, it should be a high-standard money ticket from the Huang money bank in the northern region, with the ticket can be any yellow money in the world, in exchange for the corresponding money. The lower right corner of the silver ticket is particularly eye-catching with a small red seal and the word "yuan" printed on it.

There is no doubt that Xia Hou knew at a glance that this was Xia Yuan's ticket.

But...

That's where the problem comes in.

How could Xia Yuan's ticket come into the hands of this money-blackmailing stick?

With Xia Yuan's many years of experience in walking the rivers and lakes, he has always been the only one who slandered people, how could there be a chance to be slandered? Even if there were, that person would have been thrown to the unknown river. In this situation, Xiahou Ke couldn't make up his mind, and turned back slightly to ask Xia Xun: "It's really my father's, what's the matter?"

"Uh..."

The green shirt was lowered, put away and gathered momentum, and his brows were slightly furrowed.

In fact, there is no need for Xia Hou to say, Xia Xun knew from Xia Hou's expression that the silver ticket must be Xia Yuan's. It's just that what Xia Hou doesn't understand, Xia Xun actually doesn't understand. After thinking about it, the most reasonable explanation is that this ticket was indeed given by Xia Yuan himself, and it is unknown why it was given. After all, no one would believe that with Xia Yuan's ability, he would be blackmailed by such an unpopular Jianghu god.

After thinking for a moment, Xia Xun asked coldly: "May I ask the chief, where did Uncle Yuan ask for the hexagram?"

"Where else could it be, in this ditch. The god replied truthfully.

"When?"

"A month ago. ”

"That's what you intercepted Uncle Yuan?"

"Eh, fellow Daoist, you have to be reasonable. ”

“......”