The actuarial operator's family was wiped out, coupled with the heart-rending howl from the North and South Dan Medicine Stores, the merchants with normal heads closed their doors, and most of the shopkeepers did not dare to stay in their own stores, they carried silver tickets and valuables, and took their families on a boat or on the back of a giant winged eagle and hid on the other side of the river. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Many wealthy businessmen are eager to avoid danger, and naturally they don't care about a few extra dollars, and the shipwrights and the owners of the giant winged eagles are happy, they have earned more money in less than half an hour than they usually work hard for a month in the peak season of cargo transportation.

"Sail, sail. One ingot of silver for adults, half a silver ingot for children. To stay is to die, and the past is to live. Do you want to die or live?" shouted the stocky, middle-aged boatman as he docked on the boat.

A fat man dressed in a Confucian shirt, about forty or fifty years old, handed over a silver ingot and wanted to board the boat along the plank that had been carried to the shore.

"Hey, guest officer, look at your figure, one on top of two. This ingot is less, and you have to pay two ingots. Well, don't be angry. I'll take a little less, and you will give me half a minot, and you will get on my ship. Otherwise, I will return this ingot to you, and you will go to someone else's ship. ”

The fat man's face was a little displeased, he put his right hand into his shirt and took it out, grabbed out a silver ticket and stuffed it into the hand of the dwarf boatman, and shouted: "What's the matter, I have covered this boat, and it will be full soon, let's go." ”

The stout boatman spread out the silver ticket, carefully examined the money on the silver ticket, looked up, and then looked at the gold seal in the lower right corner, and when he saw the denomination, he couldn't help but tremble all over.

The denomination of the silver ticket is 50,000 taels, which is a huge amount of money that can hardly be earned in half a lifetime as a small shipping business.

The stout boatman sighed and handed the silver ticket back to the fat man: "You still have to collect this silver ticket yourself, I'm sorry, I can't find it." ”

"What's the matter, who wants you to find it. Safely moor this boatload to the other side, and the silver ticket is yours. ”

When the stocky boatman heard this, his face flushed with excitement, and his whole body trembled.

He carefully hid the silver ticket close to his body, shook the oars with both hands, shouted to start the boat, and at the same time excitedly hummed his own boat song in a minor key.

50,000 taels, 50,000 taels, and you can hug your mother-in-law at night......

Chen Jiannan walked slowly east along the street, every business was closed, and many large and small wooden boats hurriedly rowed from this side to the south bank by the river.

Seeing the figure of the murderer covered in blood walking slowly, the eyes of the boatman who had not had time to drive the boat away were full of fear, lest he be killed by the crazy murderer.

The scene of the killing was still lingering in his brain, and there was still a bloodthirsty light in Chen Jiannan's confused eyes.

Several pairs of eyes stared at Chen Jiannan from afar, some of them only had cultivation in the Qi refining period, and some were just ordinary people, they were extremely bold, and they were not afraid of murderers.

Although he knew that a few people had been walking with him, and their eyes had been staring at him like vultures on the grassland, Chen Jiannan was at peace with them and did not have any murderous thoughts against those people.

A powerful monk like Chen Jiannan, if there were people in the closed shop, he could certainly sense the speech of the people inside, the movement of their bodies, and their heartbeats, and so on.

But every time he passed by the door of a store, he found that there was no one inside, which gradually made him feel a little anxious psychologically.

So every time he passed by a shop, Chen Jiannan would step forward and kick the wooden door away, and then he would look at the empty store hall and laugh for a while, which seemed to ease his psychological anxiety.

The boats on the river were busy, and the people on the north bank had gradually fled to the south bank, and there were fewer and fewer people on the streets, but the tinkling of iron was always there.

Chen Jiannan, who walked in the direction of the river on the bluestone street, kicked the door panel of the shop and gradually became his fun game......

Chen Jiannan was like a naughty child, with a weird smile on his face, and happily played the game of kicking the door panel, all the way along the street on the north bank to the east.

The sound of striking iron is getting louder and louder, and the men who beat the iron shop are not unaware of the murderers who destroyed the two shops, but they are still clanging in the iron, and they seem to be not afraid of killing murderers at all.

Chen Jiannan kicked the door of a tea shop next to the blacksmith shop, and walked down to see the scene of the hot iron.

A nine-foot-tall man with knotted upper muscles, a gray square around his waist, and shoulders twice as wide as an ordinary person struck a huge iron hammer and struck the red-hot iron that was fixed to the top of the big iron ingot with one hand.

The fan powered by the Yuan Spirit Stone as energy was whirring and spinning, blowing on the sweaty body of the blacksmith, and at the same time blowing away the hot air of the shimmering people in the blacksmith shop.

A middle-aged woman with a towel on her shoulders, a large flower skirt around her body, straw sandals, and a wooden barrel staggered out of the back room.

The middle-aged woman placed the wooden barrel in the open space next to the table of the Eight Immortals, opened the lid of the wooden barrel, and the hot water vapor steamed.

With her palms downward, she drew a Tai Chi circle in front of her, and the wide-mouthed porcelain bowls stacked on the table of the Eight Immortals flew up one after another, landing on the table at intervals, and there was no sound at all when they fell.

The middle-aged woman grabbed a long-handled wooden spoon and scooped tea into the barrel, filling each porcelain bowl to the brim.

"Let's drink a bowl of herbal tea to quench our thirst first. The middle-aged woman shouted, and suddenly smelled a smell of burning, and hurriedly ran to the back room.

It was extremely hot in the blacksmith's shop, and many iron-striking men stopped their work and came over to drink a bowl of herbal tea to replenish their water.

Chen Jiannan looked at the swarthy back with an ordinary person's thick thigh and body like a bear striking iron like a goose, and then the corners of his mouth hooked up strangely, and let out a strange laugh.

Hearing his strange laughter, the black man's hands that picked up the giant hammer suddenly stopped in the air.

After a pause, the black man's waist tightened, and he shouted: "Chen Jiannan, the crazy way of killing!"

The black man drank this, and the clanging sound in the blacksmith stopped all of a sudden, whether it was striking iron, or drinking water and resting, they all looked at Chen Jiannan, who was covered in blood at the door.

The blacksmith was suddenly very quiet, and even the crackling of the fire in the back room and the sound of drinking water could be heard clearly.

Chen Jiannan heard the loud shout, and his eyes were also stunned, and at this time, the black man's body like an iron pier had already turned around.

The black man's forehead is a little high, the two eyebrows are like lying silkworms under the forehead, the nose is a little big, the nose is a little wide, the upper and lower lips are like two sausages hanging on the face, his face is very rough, giving people a simple and honest feeling.

Seeing the face of the black man, Chen Jiannan felt very familiar, when he was three or four years old, his parents once took him to the East Market, and there was a four or five-year-old black boy who took him around the street.

The former black boy loved Xiao Jiannan very much, bought a sugar gourd for him to eat, and bought a windmill for him to play with......

"Little Black Brother. The corners of Chen Jiannan's mouth rarely hooked up a smile, but his eyes were still the same dull.

"Jiannan, have you gone crazy in your practice? If you still treat me as your little black brother, go back to your sect now, and don't kill innocents indiscriminately. The black man put the hammer on his shoulder and said solemnly.

"Murder, fat shopkeeper, pit man. Susu, dead. Chen Jiannan's consciousness was very messy, and two lines of tears flowed from his eyes.

Although Chen Haoyu is a child, he has always known that his father is wrong, but he is in his father's arms and has no way.

"Jiannan, don't kill again, go back quickly!" the black man shouted in a deep voice.

"If you don't go back, you want to kill people, kill the fat shopkeeper. Chen Jiannan stared at the black man and chirped.

"Since you're going to kill, ask me if I want the hammer in my hand. The black man carried the hammer and walked towards Chen Jiannan.

"Don't kill the little black brother, kill the fat shopkeeper. Chen Jiannan shook his head, his gaze still glazed.

seemed unwilling to do anything with Brother Xiaohei, the black man walked forward, and Chen Jiannan retreated backwards.

The twelve iron-striking men dragged the chains made of thick iron bars with their thumbs, and followed the black men out of the blacksmith's shop.

They wanted to entangle Chen Jiannan with iron chains so that he could no longer kill.

With the sound of iron chains, this group of strong men striking iron surrounded Chen Jiannan in the middle.

Chen Jiannan looked up at the sky in confusion, patiently waiting for them to set up their formation.

The iron fighters pulled one end of the iron chain every two people, a total of six chains, arranged in a formation of subdued beasts that were often practiced, and roared and wrapped around Chen Jiannan.

After a dozen or so breaths, all the men who struck the iron lay on the ground and wailed, some of them had broken legs, some had broken feet, and their sternums were severely broken, but none of them were fatal.

The black man danced the sledgehammer in circles and smashed it towards Chen Jiannan.

Chen Jiannan's sword was not out of the sheath, and he didn't know how he moved, and his body appeared very strangely beside the black man.

Chen Jiannan flew up and kicked on the chest of Little Black Brother, making a sound like a bronze bell, and then sent it hard.

The black man's huge body like a bear flew up and fell heavily to the ground.

Chen Jiannan's subordinates showed mercy, and did not kick Xiao Hei's chest with his strength, but just used his leg strength to send his body out, otherwise he would undoubtedly be seriously injured.

The black man jumped up with a loud shout, holding a fist the size of a bowl, alternating his fists, his fists were as strong as the wind, and smashed towards Chen Jiannan in a round.

Chen Jiannan's head dodged left and right, and in his eyes, Brother Xiaohei's boxing skills were really flawed.

Chen Jiannan suddenly made a move, his left hand grabbed the black man's right fist, and his right hand grabbed the black man's left fist.

The two people are like a simple contest.

The green tendons on the black man's arms and neck burst out, and he used all his strength.

Chen Jiannan looked light, and his face was very indifferent.

Chen Jiannan's hand went to the side, and the black man staggered a few steps, and fell to the ground with a thud.

Chen Jiannan glanced at Brother Xiaohei, made sure that he was not injured, shook his head, and continued to walk towards the east side of the street.

The black man looked at Chen Jiannan's back as he walked away, knowing that he couldn't help him, but he still shouted loudly: "Jiannan, please, don't kill again!"