This is a small border city on the border between the Song Kingdom and the Jin Kingdom, there is no yellow sand, no lonely smoke, and there is just a thriving scenery. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The town is built on a pass, surrounded by lush forests, and has been artificially cleared for miles to open the horizon.

Although the Song State is in a corner of peace, its economy and culture far exceed that of several surrounding large countries, and even the founding emperor of the Song State, the suzerainty of the Song State, once felt in private, and the biggest regret in his life was that he was not born in the Song State to be a Song person.

Since the current Emperor of the Song Kingdom ascended the throne, there has been no war here for twenty years. With the opening of border trade, the industrious and intelligent Song people soon turned this pass called "Huangquan Pass" into a prosperous "Huangquan City".

Huangquan City is divided into two cities, the inner and outer cities, and the Huangquan Pass is in the middle, isolating the "heaven" and "hell" on earth.

The inner city is naturally a "paradise" on earth, and there are all kinds of carved and painted buildings in the city, and the pagodas, gardens and artificial lakes built by wealthy merchants at sky-high prices in the city seem to have moved the "paradise on earth" Lin'an City here. The golden man who came here for the first time could not find a third voice except for his mouth wide open and constantly making exclamations and praises. If the daily patrol here was not a group of soldiers with armor, but a quick arrest officer, the Song people in the city would probably forget that this was a border pass.

In addition to being strictly inspected by the heavily armed defenders of the pass, entering the inner city also requires a road guide. Lu Yin was a pass and identity certificate for the movement of people within the Song Dynasty. If there is no road guide, it can be said that it is difficult to move an inch in the territory of the Song Kingdom, once it is caught by the government, it will be stabbed and filled with the army, and the life will not be guaranteed.

Of course, the rules have always been mainly aimed at the general public, and there are always some people who will not take the rules seriously. As the saying goes, people have humanity, and rats have rats. Even the First Emperor of the Ages failed to wipe out these people. The outer city, which is described by ordinary people as "hell on earth", is precisely "heaven" in the eyes of these people.

The outer city is said to be "hell", but it is actually not that bad, but compared to the inner city, it is really a heaven and an underground. The outer city is made up of unaesthetic, chaotic low-rise houses, and then surrounded by walls, and it is considered a city. The Outer City has only one advantage, and it is the site of border trade as a sanctioned king.

Since it is now the honeymoon period of peace between the Jin and Song dynasties, the conditions for entering and exiting the outer city are not strict, as long as you pay a ten-cent entry tax, both people and mules can enter the outer city. Therefore, all kinds of characters from the three religions and nine streams come here to "pan for gold", such as traders, craftsmen, hawkers, human teeth, thieves, gangsters, rangers, dart thieves, river and ocean thieves, enemy craftsmen and so on. The rumors of getting rich overnight have never stopped here.

Han Xing had been in the outer city of Huangquan City for a full hour, and he had heard a lot of news about this city.

Last night, after being thrown into this world, the cold star fell on a big tree on the edge of the official road outside Huangquan City. It was only after dawn that he climbed down from the tree. As soon as he stood on the ground, he was met by a convoy of carts and horses.

The leading steward saw that Hanxing had an outstanding temperament, not like ordinary people, coupled with short hair and a strange costume, he regarded him as a monk from the Western Regions. So, after some exchanges, the steward spent 100 yuan to get a lighter that only sold for 1 yuan in a supermarket from Hanxing. What level of 100 wen yuan is in this world, Han Xing doesn't know, but it's better to have money than no money, especially after paying the 10 wen yuan entry tax at the city gate, he praised his wise decision in his heart.

After Han Xing entered the outer city of Huangquan, his unique temperament attracted countless Taobao "flies". Adhering to the fine tradition of the black hand halo and the negative luck, Han Xing did not suffer a loss, nor was he fooled, but heard a lot of news from the mouth of the "fly".

He saw that the "flies" around him were haunting him, so he had to sacrifice the last magic weapon on his body. I saw him clasp his hands together and solemnly recite a Buddha name: "Amitabha!"

Seeing that everyone was quiet, he continued: "The poor monk first came to your country today, and he had a very happy conversation with the benefactors. The poor monk has a Dharma vessel, which is the Dharma of the Buddha. The poor monk is a person who is empty of the four major things, and it is useless to stay there, and today I have a fate with you, so I will give it to you. ”

After speaking, Han Xing took out the only red "Grandpa Mao" from his trouser pocket, and silently recited "Give up wealth to avoid disasters". He knew that the city fox society rats were difficult, and if he was targeted by them, he would have to shed his skin if he didn't die, not to mention that this was no longer a civilized modern society, but a border pass where the weak and the strong preyed, of course, he also had another idea.

The "flies" looked at the delicate pictures in Han Xing's hands and the lifelike avatars that did not look like mortal things. Many "flies" swallowed their saliva, and many onlookers who believed in Buddhism knelt on the ground and chanted the Buddha's name. Such a cross-era product is absolutely worth a thousand gold. They didn't expect to catch such a big fish.

There is only one "Grandpa Mao", and the flies want it, but no one dares to pick it up. The scene froze for a moment. Hanxing didn't care, his eyes were slightly closed, and he stood there as if he was in a state of steady.

After a while, a stout man with thick eyebrows, big eyes and a full beard walked over under the crowd of people, his arms were full of muscles and muscles, and he had obviously worked on them. I saw him hugging his fists and saying: "Gao Xiaofei, the leader of the Iron Fist Club, dare to ask the master's number?"

"Amitabha! Poor Monk Dharma Ultraman!" replied Han Xing very playfully.

When Gao Xiaofei heard this strange name, his heart suddenly burst out for no reason, but his face did not show the slightest abnormality, and he said heroically: "It turned out to be Master Ultraman, fortunately!

"Long up, long back!"

After some polite words, Gao Xiaofei went straight to the topic: "I heard from my brothers that the master has a magic weapon that he has a fate with his brothers and wants to give it to them, can you let me watch it next?"

"It is the Dharma of the Buddha in the hands of the poor monks. Han Xing handed over the hundred-dollar bill in his hand.

Gao Xiaofei took the banknote and looked at it. The exquisite patterns and lifelike avatars on the banknotes made Gao Xiaofei, who was well-informed and had experienced wind and waves, also excited, especially when his fingers touched the hair of the avatar, the real touch made Gao Xiaofei involuntarily shout "sin".

"Are these Buddha treasures really going to be given to us?" Gao Xiaofei took the banknote in his hand but did not return it to Han Xing.

"That's right. ”

"Does the master know the story of the two peaches killing the three soldiers?" Gao Xiaofei asked with a raised eyebrows.

"I've heard a little. Han Xing replied lightly on the surface, but in his heart he secretly cursed that people's hearts were not enough to swallow elephants.

"It's good that the master knows. Gao Xiaofei suddenly raised his voice and said sharply: "The master wants to trap the brothers in injustice, what is his intention?"

Han Xing already had an idea in his heart, only to see him take out ninety yuan, and then said while undressing: "The four poor monks are empty, this magic weapon is not worth a penny in the eyes of the poor monks, I didn't expect the benefactors to value it so much, but the poor monks didn't think about it." The poor monk also has 90 yuan and this dress that can be given to the donors, and the donors can take it. ”

"Haha! Master, it doesn't have to be like this! For the sake of the safety of my brothers, I just gave it a try, and I hope the master will forgive me. It is enough for the master to give this Buddha treasure, how can we be insatiable? The master has come from afar, but he wants to enter the customs?" Gao Xiaofei asked very respectfully.

"Exactly. Han Xing said indifferently.

"The master doesn't know anything, and if he wants to enter the customs, this road guide is not easy to do. However, since we have intersected with the master, we can still help with this little help. Come and don't be rude. There is just a blank guide in the lower hand, which can be given to the master, and I hope the master will not shirk it. Gao Xiaofei clenched his fists and saluted Han Xing.

"The benefactor's kindness, the poor monk is ashamed. Hanxing folded his hands and saluted.

"The master is a real person! Come on, let's escort the master out of the customs!" Gao Xiaofei responded, and he was majestic.

Looking at the back of the cold star, Gao Xiaofei took out "Grandpa Mao" from his arms and watched it carefully. A follower next to him said, "Boss Gao, why did you let this monk go like this." This monk casually took out such a priceless treasure, and there must be other treasures on him. Why don't we take a shortcut and rob his mother halfway!"

"Mad dog, don't talk if you don't understand! No one treats you as a dumb person!" Gao Xiaofei's other attendant scolded, "There are four types of people on the rivers and lakes that cannot be messed with: monks, Taoist priests, women, and children. Boss Gao often told us that we can be greedy when we come out to mingle, but we can't be too greedy. Once you go too far, your head will be difficult to protect. ”

When Gao Xiaofei heard this, he nodded with satisfaction. The henchman proudly raised his head to the henchman nicknamed "Mad Dog".

It's not the first time this guy has fought against a mad dog, and because Gao Xiaofei is by his side, the mad dog can't have a seizure. The mad dog could only twist his face and swallow this evil breath into his stomach.

After everyone dispersed, Mad Dog found a cronie and said, "Do you want to get rich?"

(About the update: The poor monk writes a martial arts novel for the first time, two updates a day, and the number of guaranteed words is 4000+, I hope you donor Haihan.) Today's update is 5400 words, thank you for your collection and recommendation. ）