In this small Chenjia Town, any local people are already accustomed to seeing all kinds of rangers, all of them are lucky with the psychology of luck, hoping that when the Hanzhu River is at high tide, they can get an opportunity.

Cultivated as a low-level martial artist, warrior and martial artist, etc., one has no backer, and the other has no strength, although there is also a trace of fantasy in his heart, but it is more of an idea to see the excitement, after all, the high tide of the Hanzhu River, a wave beats over, and those who do not have the strength of a martial artist may not be able to withstand the power of that momentary explosion, let alone play with their lives to go into the water. I had to honestly wait for the river to calm down, and then pick up the opportunity in the river water that those outlaws had scoured.

In the small noodle restaurant, there were only four or five tables, and there were three or four tables of people, in addition to the four people who spoke vulgarly and flirted with the proprietress at a table, there were also two tables where guests also sat down, a burly old man with lace and a man in black with fair skin, who were silent, and the other table next to him was a pair of young men and women who looked like they were marching together.

Qi Ling glanced at it roughly when he entered the small noodle restaurant, and after sitting down, he didn't squint, quietly waiting for the amorous proprietress to be on the strip, except for the burly old man who couldn't see through the cultivation of the old and the young, and the other few people Qi Ling didn't take it to heart, but the silent scholar and the thin old man with a goatee in the table of four people were also a little weird.

Chenjia Town is a town under the jurisdiction of the Chileimen, a second-rate martial arts sect sitting in Dingguan County, and the Chen family, which as the name suggests, is the most powerful to speak in the town.

As for the grievances between foreign martial artists, don't be an eyesore in the town if you fight to the death, out of the periphery of the town, you will die on the side of the Hanzhu River, and no one will care about this idle matter.

From this point of view, the Chen family is much more responsible and trustworthy than the families in many other places, of course, it has a lot to do with the strong and decent Chen Jianhai, the head of the Chen family.

The martial arts rangers who come and go will choose to come to the town a day or two before the high tide, and have seen the two days when the tide is churning and the tide is churning, and the feat of cultivating the outlaw martial artist who is strong in strength and not bad in water and throws himself into the river at the tide. When the river is calm again, it is time for most people to enter the water.

For the blue-robed man who finally stepped into the noodle shop, among the other three tables, except for the pair of young sword-wearing men and women, the other two tables looked at each other intentionally or unintentionally, and then quietly withdrew their gaze, and Qi Ling didn't care at all.

The young man and woman may have come earlier, Qi Ling just sat down to call the bowl of noodles, and the two got up and left.

"You don't have long eyes when you walk, are you in such a hurry to be reincarnated?" The two of them walked out of the noodle shop when they heard the man in it open his mouth and curse.

Seeing only a thin and short figure, he ran in the direction behind the young man and woman without looking back, and because he was running too fast, he could only see his two dark mud legs with rolled trouser legs and a tattered dirty suit.

Yuan Xirou looked at the scolding senior brother, slightly displeased, and frowned: "Forget it, senior brother, it's important to get down to business." ”

The young man she called Senior Brother turned his head, looked at this senior sister, and said earnestly: "Senior sister, you are still not deeply involved in the world, you don't know the sinister nature of people's hearts, like this kind of guy who doesn't have long eyes, you can't give him a good face..."

Before the man finished speaking, Yuan Xirou, who was called her junior sister, had already turned around and left, so the man had to shut up and hurry up to follow.

The small episode at the door of the noodle restaurant happened only between the electric light and flint, and among the male couple next to Qi Ling, the man in black lowered his head and ate the noodles, and almost only his own voice snorted coldly.

And the sleeveless saber man on the other table is still talking nonsense with the middle-aged proprietress without a word. The other three lowered their heads to eat noodles, and out of the corner of Qi Ling's eyes, he saw the white-clothed scholar rubbing the green jade pendant on his waist with one hand, and raised one hand to pick up the noodles for a short moment, and the corners of his mouth hooked a slight arc.

The blue-robed man, who no one noticed, was still silent.

The last old man and one young left, followed by the four people in different costumes next to them.

After paying the noodle money, Qi Ling got up and left, the middle-aged proprietress spoke without scruples, but her eyes were still there, seeing that this raunchy man was silent, and she didn't find herself bored.

There is still one day when the real Hanzhu River is rising, and Qi Ling has to find an inn to live in first. The folk customs in this town are really not flattering.

Not far from the small noodle shop, the street was lively, Qi Ling looked from afar, saw a small circle of people, as the steps approached, he heard the sound of Qu Erhu, it turned out to be the grandfather and grandson who were performing on the street, the old man was dressed in burlap clothes, and he held a wooden erhu with a very smooth surface, the workmanship was not excellent, but the voice was round and full, and he was a twelve- or thirteen-year-old boy, not to mention skinny, and it had nothing to do with fat.

The old man closed his eyes and indulged in the sound of the erhu, while the little boy stood quietly beside his grandfather, and from time to time when he was emotional, he picked up the old cloth bag in his hand to ask for some reward.

When Qi Ling was originally in China on Earth, he also had a little research on the traditional musical instruments of China, but it was just a non-mainstream contact, the boy happened to walk in front of Qi Ling, he was not stingy, he was very clear about the hardships of life, reached out to the money bag, and put a few broken spirit stones into the child's shabby cloth bag.

Unfortunately, after putting the spirit stone, as soon as the money bag was put on, there was a strange movement. Qi Ling held the strange wrist that stretched out to his money bag with his backhand, and he didn't use it much, but it can be regarded as a martial artist with the strength of a little grandmaster, and it is not something that ordinary people can easily bear.

The owner of that hand didn't realize that it was too much, and he actually pulled out the loach-like handle from Qi Ling's hand, turned around and pulled his leg away, Qi Ling turned his head to look, and looked at the back of the dirty clothes of the man with the sword at the door of the small noodle restaurant and shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Qi Ling, who had already given up the small bag of spirit stones, instantly seemed to think of something, and chased after the figure with his trouser legs curled up by the wind under his feet.

At the door of the small noodle restaurant, this person took the opportunity to bump into the man with the sword and took the man's money bag, but the young man who scolded didn't know, and the woman he called his junior sister didn't know, and a few diners in the noodle restaurant, one old and one young, the goatee and thin old man knew, the white-clothed scholar knew, and Qi Ling naturally didn't know.

And the amorous proprietress may not know how many times she has witnessed this kind of "accident".

When Qi Ling was chased and killed by the Night Spring Dragon with Yun Shiqiao on his back in the swamp, he found that his speed was inexplicably much faster. Later, Liu Changtian's soul was scattered, and there was no one to consult.

But what Qi Ling didn't expect was that even if he didn't work hard, he was also a soldier who was not bad in the company in terms of weight-bearing cross-country or 100-meter sprints.

The corners of Qi Ling's mouth hooked up a touch of arc, increasing his speed.