It was a fine morning, the streets were still scarce, the sun's rays were still hidden in the morning glow, and only one or two shops along the street were open, but a girl in a grass-green dress, a pair of pink embroidered shoes, and an orange-red ribbon tied around her waist, like a colorful butterfly, came to the street where there were few pedestrians. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Moreover, the young swordsman who walked side by side with her was also a very energetic man, his appearance looked quite serious, and his cold expression seemed to be contemplative all the time; although his cat-bearded face, although he had to be shaved sooner or later, the faint and light black background could not help but make people see at a glance that his bearded face that could grow like autumn grass at any time!

However, his steps were very brisk, probably because he was accompanied by such a girl who was as light and charming as a butterfly! Now, he seems to give people a more or less bullish feeling; since he went to Taihang Mountain, no matter where he went, people saw him carrying a long sword wrapped in yellow brocade on his shoulder all day long - it is said that it is the sword of evil that the people of the rivers and lakes think about day and night!

When people ask him, "What is that?"

"Evil sword!" he said only three words.

Now, walking down the street, the girl still likes to look around, and from time to time she makes a sound like a silver bell, and from time to time she will say a word or two to him in such a beautiful voice, and she also holds a wild flower in her hand that she has just picked on the road, and sometimes she puts it under her well-defined nose to smell it, and sometimes she uses her delicate jade fingers like petals to play with the pink petals, and sometimes she happily holds the little flower and shakes it in the wind! And her other hand was always in the palm of the man's hand, as if it was a goldfish hooked by her, and she was reluctant to let him take off her hook.

"Brother Nanjian, what kind of place is this?" she was asking him questions again.

Fortunately, Nan Jian has never been bored, not only that, but he also likes her to ask questions and ask questions, and it seems that if she doesn't ask him questions every once in a while, he will take the initiative to ask her some interesting questions. Now he happily replied to her with a smug smile, "This is called Cowherd Town!"

It's okay if he doesn't say it, as soon as he says the word Cowherd, there are more questions in her lively brain, "Brother Nanjian," she stopped very solemnly and asked him, "Is it the Cowherd in the Cowherd and Weaver Girl!"

Nanjian nodded, "It should be!" he said after a moment's thought, "I'm not sure either." ”

"Isn't there a lot of stubble on the cowherd's cheeks like you!" he asked him with a giggle.

"Yes," Nan Jian also laughed, "the Weaver Girl also wears a green dress and pink shoes, especially her teeth, which are as white and bright as diamonds!"

"Ah, you hate it!" she laughed and jumped, "You're talking about me!"

"The one in front, but my brother Nanjian!" suddenly said a heavy man's voice behind him.

So, the two of them stopped and turned around, and saw a young man in his thirties standing in front of a shop that had not yet opened. He had a smiling face, and seemed to be an easily approachable person, with a body of more than seven feet five inches, and strong limbs, and a dignified wind. Look at that expression, it's not a martial artist, it's also a dart!

"Brother Wen!" Nan Jian recognized him as soon as he turned around, his name was Wen Qiang, and he was a friend of Nan Jian's acquaintance on the rivers and lakes. He wore a brown gown, a royal blue ribbon around his waist, and sleek bata-sand shoes on his feet. It seems that the conditions at home are still good.

He walked up excitedly, carried Nanjian's shoulders, and looked at him carefully, "Brother," he said with emotion, "Where are you going, why don't you just go to my house?"

Nan Jian seemed to be a little reluctant to go, "I originally wanted to go directly," he said apologetically, "but I have something important to do, so I don't dare to delay!"

"What's important!" he said with a smile, "no matter how important it is, I won't delay you too much, just go to my house for a meal and leave, and besides, go and see what your sister-in-law looks like!"

"Huh! He pointed at Ren Siyun and asked Nanjian, "It's my brother and sister!"

But Nanjian blushed in embarrassment, and didn't know how to answer to be completely correct, "Hmm!" At this time, Ren Siyun had already helped him agree with him.

"Oh yes, yes, yes. Wen Qiang shouted happily, "Brother is so blessed, I have met such a good brother and sister who is like a fairy." Let's go, don't talk too much, the eldest brother is in charge today, you two go to my house and eat a meal cooked by your sister-in-law!" As he spoke, he took Nan Jian's hand and walked, regardless of whether he agreed or not, and Ren Siyun still happily followed them.

Nanjian was led by him and walked across the street, but his mind recalled the incident five years ago. Five years ago, Wen Qiang was still a wandering martial artist who went to the rivers and lakes to buy plasters; in his early years, he worshipped a master in Mount Emei, learned some swords, guns and sticks, and also understood some methods of developing dog skin plasters. Therefore, I made a living from this and started to run the rivers and lakes for a living.

It was a May evening, and he was looking for an empty seat to sell plasters on a street in Jiangzhou City. In one afternoon, he only got a few coins of silver, but the locals called him the demon king of the mixed world, a local snake who ate idle meals and collected land rent.

He took a dozen idlers along the street to collect rent, came to Wen Qiang's stall, and stretched out his hand without saying a word, "Hmm!" He said grandly, "Pay the rent!"

And Wen Qiang has always relied on his fists and feet to do good, plus he has only been able to get a few dollars of silver after standing hard for an afternoon, so he really sweats every bit of it! Therefore, he doesn't want to pay attention to them.

"Everyone," he said, "today, I have a lot of back, and I really have no income, forgive me once!"

"Is he talking to us?" Unexpectedly, Hong Tianbao turned his head, raised his thumb, and with a very contemptuous movement, pointed at Wen Qiang, who was standing behind him, and laughed with a few accompanying companions, "There is no problem with this person's brain!"

"There must be a problem!" said one of his companions.

"I see!" said another of his companions, "it must have been a broken skull by the door when I was a child!" and the crowd laughed.

Seeing this, Wen Qiang also knew that the other party was deliberately causing trouble, but he was not afraid, and secretly calmed down in his heart; if they dared to make a move, he would take the lead in breaking the big nose of the leader Hong Tianbao with one fist. The rest of these minions can be completely solved by kicking one by one, and dividing five by two in three strokes. Therefore, he squatted down and collected the plasters on the floor, ignoring their laughter and ridicule, and as it was getting late at night, he was ready to find an inn to stay overnight!

And at this moment, the big foot of the demon king Hong Tianbao, who was wearing cowhide boots, stretched out very uninterestingly, and stepped on a piece of plaster that he was about to put away. Until this time, he was still enduring it. Because, when he went down the mountain, his master repeatedly told him this sentence:

"As a Jianghu person, you must endure and turn patience into gold!"

So, he planned not to want the dog skin plaster that was stepped on by Hong Tianbao, and was generous, and simply gave it to the demon king of the mixed world, Hong Tianbao, on tiptoe!

Because, with his foot in cowhide boots, Hong Tianbao, the demon king of the mixed world, kicked over a canvas blanket full of clothes behind him, and the dog skin plaster inside was scattered all over the ground!

In this way, Wen Qiang remembered Master's parting words in his heart:

"Apprentice, if you encounter something that you can't hide, and you can't bear it anymore, then you don't need to endure it anymore, but one thing to remember is that if you make a move, you will hurt other people's gossip, which is called 'hitting the red with a shot', either hitting the nose or hitting the eyes, and it must be fast!" (To be continued.) )