(I have to go to class at eight o'clock tomorrow, go to noon, and have to go to the hospital in the afternoon, so I've been working hard until now, and I'm doing my best.) I didn't break my promise, hehe. )

Geng Huang, who was afraid of the roar of the lion in Hedong, said something that made Nie Zhuang think about drinking at the same time, and he wanted to ask who Daozhonglang was, but since everyone had run away, he dispelled his thoughts. A purple-haired monster that eats people has come out of nowhere? Could it be that the night grudge of cannibalism has come to the world? After thinking about it for a while, Nie Zhuang put it behind him, and carefully inquired today that Jin Manmen was going to marry Xiao Qing'er soon, Nie Zhuang was inevitably speechless, okay, it was really worthy of the title of the eldest son, the flower veteran made a blockbuster as soon as he made a move, and received the first leader to hug the beauty, how many people thought about the beauty they dreamed of day and night, saying that it was gone, and the eyes of those guests who were infatuated with Xiao Qing'er were jealous were red, and their hearts were cool and cool, in Nie Zhuang's opinion, although he was not very familiar with the nature of Jin Manmen, but according to the character of this eldest prince, there were ten** You have to spread it all over the city on the big day, and set up hundreds of tables to anger others, otherwise it will be too inconsistent with his style.

Is it really a beauty?

Nie Zhuang pondered carefully with his wine glass, pouted with a nonchalant smile, and looked ahead with a smile.

There was a small man in the crowd, his face was full of dirt, beggars, ragged clothes, and dirty. The little beggar wore a broken hat, which looked a little funny, and it was estimated that the hat he was wearing was not proportional, but it was bigger than his head, and it was not annoying to see that he had to straighten his hat every few steps. The material of the hat looks extraordinary, the mink hat, which should be thrown away by a rich family and then picked up by him and worn as a treasure. The little beggar thief eyebrows and mouse eyes glanced around in the flow of people, and pretended to stumble into someone else's hands without paying attention, and one hand was not idle, and the movements were skillful and hand-in-hand, and those who were hit scolded one after another, he didn't return the mouth, the chick nodded and apologized vigorously like pecking rice, and the harmless black face of humans and animals showed a very sincere and sincere apology, and only when the people who scolded non-stop were discouraged, he turned around and walked away, showing an evil smile, swaggering.

Nie Zhuang, who was sitting at the Zeng Ji wine shop drinking, smiled.

After settling the account, Nie Zhuang Shi Ran got up, walked towards the little beggar, looked at the other side, and occasionally went to a few small stalls to carefully select, during which he asked a stall owner who sold couplets to write on a piece of paper, buy a few small ornaments, and intentionally or unintentionally took out a large bag of silver from his arms to shake when paying the bill, which made many people greedy.

The little beggar who was a dozen steps away was squatting in a small stall looking left and right, the stall owner had a sad face, his eyes were wide in case something was stolen, and he came out to set up a stall with some eyes, and at a glance he could roughly understand whether the money bag on the person who came was bulging or deflated. The little beggar had ulterior motives, and he caught a glimpse of the young man who was passing a few stalls and took out a large bag of bulging money bags, his eyes lit up, his eyes gurgled, and he had a clever plan, and immediately took away a piece of the stall in front of him and ran away, and the stall owner who had already noticed the restless hands and feet of the little beggar immediately caught up.

At this time, Nie Zhuang, who was in front of the rouge gouache shop, went in and out of his left ear and his right ear, and listened to the shopkeeper's rhetoric, glanced at it and smiled weirdly.

The fish took the bait.

Nie Zhuang smiled apologetically at the shopkeeper, put down the rouge box, seemed to ignore the commotion in front of him, and continued to move forward.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

"Stinky boy stealing, don't run, stop me!"

The little beggar was agile and light in the flow of people, pushing and shoving, causing some people to complain, and then chasing the stall owner, every few steps, had to stretch out his head to see where the thief was in front of him, so as not to let him run away.

Seeing that the young man was close ahead, the little beggar sped up a few steps, and then slammed into his arms, knocking the other person to the ground and staggering to the ground.

The stall owner who was shouting behind the little beggar saw that the figure was gone, scolded a few words, and complained to Nie Zhuang why he didn't catch the thief, and then walked back to the stall in a huff.

Nie Zhuang stood up slowly, went back to Zeng Ji Liquor Store to buy two pots of Whelan wine, opened one pot, carried one pot in his hand, and drank on the street like a drunk.

Sure enough, he had already expected that the little beggar would turn back and come back to the door, so he stood in front of him and blocked the way.

The little beggar stretched out his hand, with an obvious meaning, to give me back my things.

Nie Zhuang, who was drinking and burping, squinted his eyes and pretended to be stupid: "What do you want to do?"

The little beggar frowned and said unhappily: "Give me back the money!"

"What's your money?"

"Still pretending to be stupid with Uncle Ben, besides you, who else will it be?"

"Oh, okay, I'll do you a search. ”

“......”

The little beggar closed his mouth and frowned, and Nie Zhuang raised his hands high for him to search, but he was indifferent.

Nie Zhuang lowered his arm, held the wine jug and said, "Hey, you didn't search it yourself, don't blame me." ”

After speaking, he passed by the little beggar, but in the next moment, Nie Zhuang subconsciously tilted his head slightly, just dodging a knife from the former, and then tilted his head, his body turned backwards, and once dodged a spinning kick from the little beggar leaning on the ground, and then Nie Zhuang just landed on the ground, and the little beggar with considerable body flexibility had good martial arts, and found that after being dodged by Nie Zhuang, Huo Ran raised his leg to make a roundabout kick, but underestimated the young man's reaction ability, Nie Zhuang grabbed it with one hand, and easily blocked it, and lifted the little beggar with one foot.

The little beggar had a rich expression, a surprised expression on his face, tried to turn over, but to no avail, and shouted unconvinced: "Let me go!"

Nie Zhuang let out an understatement and let go of his five fingers without warning, while the little beggar fell headfirst to the ground so much that it hurt to watch.

What an upside-down onion.

But this time the little beggar was annoyed and ashamed, as if he had become a kitten that had been stepped on by his tail and exploded.

Nie Zhuang's hand was quite long, one hand was on the little beggar's chest, drinking by himself, and he didn't bother to care if the latter could hit him.

But as soon as he wanted to take a sip of wine, Nie Zhuang felt that something was wrong, and the little beggar was not noisy or noisy, his face was so black that his face was red to his neck, and the roots of his ears were so red that they were burned.

Hey, what's the matter, why is it so soft?

Nie Zhuang pinched his five fingers again, turned to look at the weird-looking little beggar's chest, where his hand was pressed, slightly raised, and suddenly realized, frightened that the two pots of wine in Nie Zhuang's hand did not grasp it firmly and fell to the ground, and then he hurriedly retreated three steps back, and exclaimed: "Yin Yang Girl?!"

The little beggar didn't seem to have come back to his soul yet, hugging his chest still with a stunned expression, and after a while, he realized that he was angry and said: "You are the yin and yang girl!

Nie Zhuang was stunned for a moment, and said suspiciously: "Then what are you the male and female?"

The little beggar, who ignored him, stretched out his palm again, as in the same posture as before, and said coldly: "Give me back the money!"

"Hey, hey, you haven't answered my question yet, what the hell are you male and female?"

"You have to take care of it, give me back the money!"

"Don't you think it's better to use 'please' when asking someone for something?"

"it, you still won't give it back to me!"

"Don't give. ”

“......”

Passers-by glanced at these two people staring at each other a few times, which was a little inexplicable.

Nie Zhuang, who had been tempted several times, listened attentively, but how to listen, he found that the voice of the little beggar was almost the same as that of the boy, so he planned to stay up with the little beggar for a while, but then he felt that it was not necessary.

The little beggar was so angry that he looked like he was eager to eat Nie Zhuang, and suddenly his mouth flattened, as if he had been greatly wronged, and he actually squatted down in front of Nie Zhuang and hugged his knees and howled and cried there, crying old and sad.

The clever and witty little beggar immediately attracted passers-by to look at him, pointing and pointing, saying that Nie Zhuang was not.

The young man's face turned green in front of everyone's eyes, and he instantly suffocated his internal injuries.

Fortunately, a thin man who was about to burn incense and worship Buddha and thank Xie for Nie Zhuang hurriedly ran over, squeezed into the crowd of spectators, and cried: "Oh no, it's not good, Brother Xiaodi, Shunzi was beaten!"

Hearing this, the face of the little beggar, who was still crying just now, changed suddenly, and he hurriedly got up and hurried away with the thin man.

The crowd also dispersed.

............

The middle part of Liuyuan City is the most prosperous place, it is the important place guarded by the Yulin Army of the Protector City, the high-rise buildings that rise to the sky are dotted all over the place, not only the Fang City is connected into a piece, and the houses of seven of the ten prominent big families in Liuyuan City are located here, the long halberd high gate, there are people visiting and going in and out by carriage day and night, and even, there are occasional singing and dancing music in some carved walls, which can be heard from afar. Because Liuyuan City is located in the Wolf Sai Prefecture close to the border area, and live by the water, the water and land roads are unimpeded, there are ** people and horses come and go every day, the river is endless, day and night, these people are mostly with the dart bureau to come to Liuyuan City to buy and sell foreign caravans, a large number of carriages each carry rare treasures, panacea, can be described as priceless. Recently, when the opening of the hundred martial arts is approaching, many people from the rivers and lakes will visit the city center to look for what high-quality martial arts or rare weapons can be bought. Generally speaking, passers-by will give a few copper plates, followed by a few beggars not far away hurriedly come forward to beg, and passers-by with a better temperament will dig out some copper plates, on the contrary, these thin and bitter people who have eaten a meal on the street cannot escape a beating.

Unfortunately, not long ago, a little beggar who was only ten years old begged in front of the group, probably blocking their way, and the person who walked in front of him could be described as ruthless, and kicked the little beggar in the abdomen, kicking the person five meters away. The thin body, which could withstand the force of a sudden kick, lay curled up in the middle of the road, unable to move, trembling, and in unbearable pain. After a while, a group of people were scattered on the bustling street, and even the guests on the buildings on both sides of the street were looking sideways. In the crowd, there were four strong men carrying an open sedan chair covered with plain gauze, and on it sat a man dressed in red who looked like he was in his early twenties, quite handsome and eye-catching, with a folding fan in his hand, and his demeanor was graceful. In addition to the four strong men, there are four attendants beside the sedan chair, all of whom are women, the color of the clothes is different from the men on the sedan chair, they are dressed in pure white clothes, each wearing a long sword, and the waist is engraved with a small witch card. In front of the sedan chair, there was a man in black who followed him, with thick eyebrows and small eyes, and a gloomy face, after kicking the little beggar, he shouted and ordered him to get out quickly. The crowd shouted and cursed, filled with righteous indignation, one person stepped forward to stop it, but fell to the ground unconscious under a few moves by the black-clothed entourage, and then several martial arts practitioners intervened, and they were all knocked to the ground, and the people around them cowered. The rest of the group was idle and elegant and silent from beginning to end, while the man in black walked in front of the little beggar, raised his foot and stepped on the latter's little face, and snorted coldly: "Who asked you to come to beg?!"

The little beggar closed his eyes and did not speak.

The man in black increased the strength of his feet a few points, turned and grinded a few times, and reprimanded: "Kowtow and admit your mistakes, spare your life." ”

The stubborn little beggar gritted his teeth, refusing to pop out of his mouth a word.

The man in black suddenly kicked the little beggar again, and the latter's small body flew to the side of the street like a kite with a broken string, smashing over the basket placed outside the door of a restaurant.

A mouthful of blood spat out, and the person passed out unconscious, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Out of the crowd came a little beggar and a thin man who were a little taller than the little beggar, and when the little beggar saw the little beggar lying on the side of the road with a bleeding head, he immediately became angry and ran towards the man in black.

But how could the little beggar's fists and embroidered legs be enough for the man in black to see, and after a few moves, he was mercilessly beaten out, and then got up, fell to the ground, and fell to the middle of the road and couldn't get up.

The cruel and ruthless man in black stepped forward.

The people around him turned their heads and closed their eyes, and they couldn't bear to look at them directly.

The moment the man in black raised his feet, a wisp of gray appeared on his body inexplicably, and then spread all over his body in the blink of an eye, and then spread out in all directions like water ripples, enveloping everyone.

All the colors around it suddenly dimmed, and it was unusually quiet, and you could hear a pin drop.

The air was frozen to stone, and the men's movements were surprisingly slow.

Onlookers outside this area didn't seem to see anything unusual, but they felt a little inexplicable when they saw a large group of people strangely frozen in place.

Then, in the eyes of everyone, a young man passed by the group of people who did not move, picked up the two beggars and left.

When the boy left, it was even more weird.

The man in black suddenly fell to the ground.