A row of porters were carrying their burdens into the city, and this burden was not light at all, so they did not pay attention to the fact that there was a young man in fine clothes who was leaning towards them. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Yang Fei scratched his nose, all the porters looked lean and lean, with no half of their faces, but the one who led the way was full of oil and water, and he didn't carry the burden himself, but just led the group of porters. Yang Fei stopped for a moment, and waited until the last porter walked past him, and then he slowly followed behind.

The porter did it, and there was indeed some white powder along the way, Yang Fei could almost conclude that this group of porters was picking salt, and in order to confirm, he also bent over and dipped his fingers in the powder on the ground to check.

"Sure enough, it's private salt!"

The taste of private salt is different from the taste of official salt, the taste of general official salt is much lighter, but the taste of private salt is more positive than that of official salt, and it is precisely because of this that among the rich merchants in the country, the private salt business is far better than that of official salt.

Since it is private salt, it must be the salt dealers in Qingzhou and Yangzhou, if it is one of the connoisseurs, you can taste the place after tasting it, but Yang Fei can't do it, he just follows these porters secretly. I don't know why, the road was very smooth, the porters carried their burdens and went to the Poison Dragon Villa, Yang Fei could only look at it from a distance, fortunately, the Poison Dragon Villa was also a mansion, Yang Fei found a nearby hotel and chose a window position to sit down.

Unexpectedly, this one was an afternoon, and there was no movement in the entire Poison Dragon Villa, Yang Fei raised the small glass in his hand and took a sip of the wheat wine of Tubo, although this wine is light, but it is also mellow enough, and the winemaking technology of the Central Plains is slightly different, but it is also unique. Yang Fei drank for an afternoon, waited for an afternoon, and finally saw those porters coming out one by one when it was nearly dusk, followed by many Tubo merchants of all kinds.

It's just that as soon as these people went out, they ran everywhere, Yang Fei looked helpless, he didn't expect that this Poison Dragon Villa also provided a lot of places, so he had to follow the biggest one all the way.

Cold wind rice line.

Yang Fei probed outside, and the two porters followed a businessman-like person to a rice shop in the south of the city. Naturally, this rice line can't be compared with the strictly guarded Poison Dragon Villa, and it shouldn't be difficult to borrow some at night.

Yang Fei waited for a while, then went back to the inn and discussed it with Zhao Er. Although there is only a small rice shop, they may not need a lot of private salt, they only need to bring some salt to confuse Hu Cha'er. At that time, take advantage of the situation to enter the Poison Dragon Villa, capture Hu Cha'er, and do it once and for all.

"Ahem...... Cough...... Then tonight, I will go to this cold wind rice shop with Yang Shaoxia and borrow a little salt. ”

Zhao Er still said this borrowed word very seriously, Yang Fei smiled when he heard it, this is borrowed and repaid, I don't know if Zhao Er will have to pay it back when the time comes? Yang Fei's curiosity always stays in a very strange place, he looks at the man in front of him, but his heart reveals some bitter feelings.

Before dinner, Sima Wuregret and Li Fengchen rushed back, and the two of them walked around the city's hospitals for the past two days, trying to find some catechins to detoxify, but not too many people knew about this herb. So I worked hard for several days to find half of the bark, which was a drop in the bucket, but it was better than nothing.

After using the medicine, Li Fengchen lay on the bed, the fine powder made of the catechu tree that he found had already been drunk, and even the bark was soaked by him four or five times before he was sure that there was no medicinal effect at all, and then he immediately began to exercise, the entire dantian began to churn, and the eight veins of the Qi Jing slightly recovered some movement, and after a while, Li Fengchen smiled with satisfaction, before he used medicine in Yazhou City to restore his dantian to normal work, and now the eight veins of the Qi Jing have also been dredged, although the internal force has only recovered one or two percent, but it seems that it is not far from being completely detoxified。

When Li Fengchen opened his eyes, Sima Wuregret was opposite, like an old monk who had settled down, without any expression. It's just a trace of sweat between his eyebrows, Li Fengchen just sat on the side, and he could feel the strength of Sima Wuregret's body, for Li Fengchen now, this kind of internal force even made him feel oppressed, the bed swing behind Sima Wuregret was shaking, and a cold sweat broke out behind Li Fengchen's spine, not to mention that his current internal strength is less than thirty percent, even in his heyday, he can only look at it.

Nine days of thunder palm, it is really a terrible kung fu. It is no wonder that the capital of the Four Swords of Liangzhou did not take advantage of it at that time, and the thunder of one palm shocked the four seas, and the hundred rivers returned to the earth.

Li Fengchen sighed, and subconsciously held the two swords of the swimming water dragon, since he got these two swords, Li Fengchen's understanding of the way of the sword has taken a step further, different swords are not only effective against the enemy, but also for the improvement of the swordsman. It's like getting the swimming sword in Taiyuan Yuci, the sword body of this swimming sword is transparent, and it is a few points heavier than the eagle sword used by Li Fengchen before, but it is full of toughness, and the sword body can even have the bending of a soft sword if it is in a hurry, so that although the strength of the eagle sword is not as good as before, it has many changes. Some of the original moves have been changed, and the Eagle Sword's attacks can be real or false. And the drama dragon sword obtained in Yazhou is even more powerful. This sword can be described as one in a thousand, sharpening iron like clay. What's more valuable is that although this sword is only more than a foot, but the sword body is thick, whether it is blocking or killing, it is quite powerful, the original snake sword is difficult to block, and the attack can only wait for the opportunity to move, but now it has the strength of the mountain and snake sword. It is precisely because of these two divine weapons that Li Fengchen really made the Eagle Flying Snake Sword attack and defense, whether it was a long sword or a short sword, it could instantly change the attack and defense, and the two would attack and defend or defend and attack, and the change would be doubled.

Li Fengchen got out of bed and went downstairs with his double swords. At this time, Sima Wuregret was still cultivating his internal strength, almost entering a state of self-forgetfulness, since Qiu Lin pointed out his sword technique, he thought about the knife intent all the time, what his sword intent was. But it had little effect, and on the contrary, the Nine Heavens Thunder Palm had a feeling that he was about to break through to the Fourth Heaven, and Sima Wuregret didn't want to give up this rare opportunity. Li Fengchen once said that his uncle, the Nine Heavens Divine Palm, Li Yanzhao, had practiced for more than ten years before reaching the Fourth Heaven, and Sima Wuregret didn't want to wait for another ten years.

Young people always seize the day, along the way, there are too many rights and wrongs, if there is no strong kung fu body, there will be no bones left in the bones.

At night, there is silence. Baihan City is not as prosperous as Chang'an and there is no hustle and bustle of Taiyuan, there are almost no pedestrians on the street, Yang Fei and Zhao Er two people along the road, touched the cold wind and rice line. The scale of this rice shop is not large, at least the store that Yang Fei saw during the day is like this, but it suddenly has two large bags of salt, this is hard currency, it is difficult to sell it without a way, whether it is Tubo or Datang, private salt is a precious thing, and ordinary people can not afford to eat private salt. This shows that this rice shop has a very unusual background.

But after climbing over the wall and entering, this rice shop seems to be very ordinary, there is no guard, not even a guard dog, and these two large bags of private salt are clearly placed in front of you.

Could it be that the Tubo Kingdom has really reached the point where the door is not closed at night and the road is not left behind? Yang Fei and Zhao Er looked at each other, and no one had an answer. But now that the private salt is in front of you, there is no danger around, whether to take it or not. I feel that along the way, Yang Fei has been scared, and now he is still suspicious in his heart, this small rice line, even if he has two packs of private salt, it is not an impossible thing. Salt is not easily broken, as long as it is guarded by a good life, there is no problem in selling it for more than half a year.

"Hands-on. ”

Zhao Er couldn't hold back, a great opportunity, if you don't do it at this time, wait for when.

Yang Fei and Zhao Er each picked up a large bag of salt and gently turned it out of the low wall, leaving no trace. The two of them quickly followed the path back to the inn. Fortunately, at the beginning, Yang Fei chose this very small inn, and now there are no other guests in the store except for their group, so that they can protect their whereabouts from being leaked out to the greatest extent.

For the sake of safety, Yang Fei and Zhao Er did not choose to go through the main gate, but climbed over the wall to enter, today the two of them have completely passed the addiction of climbing over the wall, if an ordinary man is holding such a big bag of salt, it is extremely difficult to cross the threshold, but the two of them are not bad, and it is easy to climb over the wall, which is not a problem at all.

In the past few days, the "female dependents" are very quiet, Tubo is not as good as Datang, and there is no very clear restraint on women, but the women of Datang will definitely attract the attention of others when they go in and out of the street, so in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Chen Qinger and Faye Wong have been nesting in the inn these days to be their eldest misses.

"Okay, the east wind is also there, and you can visit the Poison Dragon Villa tomorrow. ”

Yang Fei patted a large bag of salt and said to Zhao Er. Zhao Er also smiled, it was the first time he had been a snitch, but he thought about it again, whether it was in Datang or Tubo, smuggling salt was a felony. This group of bandits has done all the bad things, and they are even involved in the business of smuggling salt, even if they interfere, they can be regarded as doing the right thing for heaven, even if they are thieves, they are also righteous thieves. What's more, in order to solve a major evil force in the two countries, a righteous emotion immediately arose.

Yang Fei didn't think so, stealing is stealing, there is no need to find anything for himself, sometimes in order to achieve the goal, he uses some special means. Everyone has a time when they are in a hurry, let alone just two packs of private salt, which is not a big deal.

After the two of them stopped, they went back to their room and hid their salt in the woods in the backyard, because usually no one passed by here, so there would be no problem.

"Yang Shaoxia, do you say that tomorrow we will be Yangzhou salt dealers or Qingzhou salt dealers?"

Zhao Er thought about it, he was from Chudi, and it would be more credible to say that he was a salt dealer in Yangzhou, but Sima Wuregret and Li Fengchen were both northerners, one was from Qingzhou and the other was born in Xuzhou, so maybe it was really uncertain.

"No, no, no......" Yang Fei shook his head, that day he saw the Tang people in front of the porter and had a plan in his heart, "Tomorrow we are all smugglers in Chang'an." ”