Walking out of the tea shop, Jiang Yangsheng suddenly felt something strange behind him, and suddenly turned around, only to see the young man with an exaggerated horn and a big bow behind his back with a smile and a smile. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Jiang Yangsheng frowned, and before he could speak, the young man with a clean mouth and no long hair and a rough face said: "You are new here, I will give you some advice, of course, not to beat you to deter you, because there is no need for that." ”

Jiang Yangsheng pondered for a while and said, "Please speak." ”

The young man smiled and looked at Jiang Yangsheng, Jiang Yangsheng had been wearing that grimace mask before, and he hadn't taken it off at this time, the young man looked at it with an interesting look and asked, "This thing is very interesting, what's the origin?"

The young man pointed to the mask on Jiang Yangsheng's face and asked where it came from.

"It's called Prajna. ”

The young man nodded, the old god was there, and the Zen machine, who seemed to have read the name of the mask, looked suddenly enlightened, and then leaned over and whispered: "Do you know what you should be most careful about in the 'Xumen'?"

Jiang Yangsheng shook his head, not knowing why.

"In 'Xumen', you must not only be careful of the spies of the Zhou Dynasty, but also your own people. ”

The young man squinted, secretly glanced at the pipa girl, and then stood up straight and stopped leaning over, and said: "Every year, just living alone will find out a lot of spies of the Zhou family, and this year there are surprisingly few." I guess there's something odd about it. ”

Jiang Yangsheng nodded, looked at the pipa girl, and saw the pipa girl glaring at the young man angrily, and then turned her head.

"Shen Zimiao, what do you call it?"

"Jiang Hai. ”

The young man smiled indifferently and waved his hand away, and the horned hard bow behind him about the same height was particularly conspicuous.

The pipa girl looked at the disappearing back with a look of resentment at this time, and then looked at Jiang Yangsheng hesitantly, Jiang Yangsheng shook his head helplessly, and asked, "Is it really as he said?"

The pipa girl first gasped a few times, rubbed her chest, and then nodded slightly.

"Doesn't the person in 'Xumen' have a wrist?"

"Those who infiltrate are generally killed, but the Zhou family will rebel from it, there is no way, after all, human nature is separated from the belly, and no one can guess it. ”

Over the years, both sides have pulled out a bunch of double-sided spies from their own intelligence systems, and these double-sided spies have done things for the masters of the two families, and they have eaten the fortunes of the two families, but they are sleek and sophisticated.

Sent away the pipa girl, and told her to find the little girl, Jiang Yangsheng only then realized that he was a little guilty about the porcelain doll girl, this is a little cruel for a little girl who is only four or five years old, but for the child, it is much better to see the indifference and alienation of human nature as soon as possible than to suffer losses later, he would rather be this hard-hearted bad person in the eyes of the little girl than let her suffer in the rivers and lakes in the future, and the lessons learned from losses are always bloody.

Walking in the night, the night is like ink, the pitch is dark and you can't see the five fingers, in the small yamen of Liangpu County, a bonfire is burning in the compound, the firewood can be one person high, along the shelves around the bonfire hang a few fat slaughtered lambs, the oil flowers drip down from the mutton, and then make a crackling sound like fried beans, not far from the bonfire, a group of errand servants in official uniforms huddle together and shout five and six, and the wine is soaring.

The small county officials of Liangpu County think that they can get along with their subordinates, and feel that although they are the top bosses of the people in front of them, they do not put on the official frame of other officials to oppress people, so they can get along well with a group of rough men, and when they have nothing to do, they take a group of errands to Qianhuafang to drink flower wine at their own expense, and they also turn a blind eye to the criminal acts of their subordinates to deceive and dominate the market.

"Knock Knock~~~"

The drums outside the yamen sounded at an inopportune time, and the drums shook the sky and spread throughout several streets, and the arm strength of those who wanted to beat the drums was extraordinary.

If it's uneven, it's a drum!

"His grandmother's, who's beating the drums?

One of the sturdy officers sitting next to the county magistrate tore a bite of the tender meat of the leg of mutton, and cursed on his lips.

"Master Mao, could it be that the ghost who was wrongfully killed by us is beating the drum?"

A less timid officer got up and said, perhaps having drunk some strong wine into his stomach, and his legs were a little swaying at this time.

"Look at your bear-like appearance, can I see if your third leg is weak?"

The big man called Mao Ye slapped the kid and almost didn't stand firm, causing everyone to laugh, and the atmosphere didn't look so dignified.

His name is Feng Mao, is a famous bandit in ten miles and eight townships, in a mountain not far from Liangpu County, the grass fell into the grass, and many brothers were recruited under his hands, fortunately, he still has self-knowledge, knowing that he is not the life of the hero, so he has not dared to rob the big ticket, can only do some small ticket things to cut the path, and then the new county official went to the mountain to drink a few times, the two are not good goods, after the wine is quite sympathetic, and then Feng Mao with a nest of thieves was recruited, and now he has become an errand officer in the yamen, the oil and water are still unabated, the waist is bulging, or the public people, it is also justifiable to do evil, why not。

"Go out and take a look, and see that little thing is fooling us. ”

The timid officer looked bitter when he heard this, grabbed a jar of wine beside him, poured a few sips, and walked out boldly.

It didn't take long for a wail to come from outside the yamen, which was extremely poignant, and everyone was startled with a shout, and then they picked up the guy and rushed out of the door.

As soon as I arrived outside the door, a smell of blood wafted in, and I saw a long, grimaceous man in front of the drum outside the door, wearing a fiery red sable Qiu standing there with a sword, the tip of the sword was dripping with blood, and the unlucky servant just now had fallen in a pool of blood, and he couldn't die anymore.

Feng Mao's expression changed greatly, his eyes narrowed, one hand was pressed on the Pu knife on his waist, and the cowardly county official behind him almost fainted when he saw this, but fortunately, someone on the side helped him not to fall to the ground and be embarrassed.

Jiang Yangsheng looked at the four or five officers in front of him with a vigilant look, none of them were good stubble, they had seen murder on the street today, and he didn't bother to talk nonsense with the group of people in front of him who deceived the market, a group of silverfish in Beilai, except for the fish and meat town, there was nothing to do, and sooner or later he would be drowned in the Beilai ranks, and he couldn't make a big move.

Feng Mao pulled out the Pu knife, and then quietly made a gesture behind his back, and the four messengers behind him also pulled out the Pu knife on their waists when they saw this, and the four of them surrounded the county officials who had been swinging their legs in all directions.

Toyoshige was alone, facing a fearless young man with a long sword in his hand.

Jiang Yangsheng has never had a good impression of this kind of bully, especially when he saw this group of servants beating the little girl on the street today, he was a little resentful, and he felt guilty about the departure of the little porcelain doll.

Feng Mao thinks he is not a master, but the kung fu is not low, the high is not low, the talent is not low, the kind of behavior of occupying the mountain as the king, if the kung fu is better, go to a dart game is the worst, you can also get a majestic dart master, that is not chic?

Taking off the scabbard of the Pu knife, Feng Mao waited for the young young assassin to make a move, and after a while, Jiang Yangsheng suddenly moved, the green finch in his hand was shining in the night, Feng Mao in the distance couldn't help but squat down, holding the Pu knife with both hands, he felt that there was a thick aura on the body of the grimace man, except for the bandits who killed people all year round or the fierce soldiers who were close to death on the battlefield.

Qingque paused, approached, and chopped down, Feng Mao's eyes had a trace of contempt, the sword is different from the knife, the knife is heavier than the slash, the sword is heavier than the stab, if the sword is used to chop it is a violent thing, Feng Mao will inevitably have some underestimate this vermilion sable man at this time.

Qingque chopped down, his wrist shook, and he turned into a thorn, Feng Mao's eyes suddenly froze, and then the Pu knife was horizontal in front of his chest, and the tip of the sword was stabbed on the face of the Pu knife, Feng Mao retreated, and then shook his sour wrist, the sword just now was not small, and he was stabbed through a hole by the slightest accident, and a trace of fine sweat stretched out on his back at the moment, and the pain in his chest was also hit.

Jiang Yangsheng shook his wrist, the blow just now was his brilliant stroke, and he temporarily changed his attention, but it had a miraculous effect.

Feng Mao didn't expect that this kid was clumsy, and deliberately showed weakness to himself, so that he weakened his guard just now.

Although Jiang Yangsheng has read all the kendo secrets of the various families in the Star Picking Building, he is just a casual glance and has not applied what he has learned, and those classics that others can't see in their lives are the price of cabbage on the rotten street in the Star Picking Building, but it is a pity that the second son of Beilai back then was a master who did not know how to cherish it, and let those classics sit idly by in the dust in the Star Picking Building.

Feng Mao instantly felt that he was in a passive position, and the situation was a little worrying, and several errand officers behind him had to step forward with a knife when they saw this, facing a somewhat mysterious young grimace man.

No one wants to die for no reason, the little shrimp in the rivers and lakes is not worried every day, unwilling to risk his life, and there are many things to consider, and he will take his own net worth if he is not careful, no one wants to really fight to the death, but now this young man seems to have made up his mind not to be good, and he came up and killed a servant, this matter is not negotiable, and his description will definitely appear on the wanted list tomorrow.

The five of them pressed together, Feng Mao was in front, and the other four were behind, Jiang Yangsheng's face was solemn, his feet were twisted, and the coarse cloth shoes drew a white mark on the ground, and when Feng Mao approached, he hooked his feet and slammed his feet, and then raised his knees and hit him, Feng Mao's burly body was kicked out of the distance by Jiang Yangsheng, and then a sword was drawn on the face of an errand officer who rushed towards him, only to see that ordinary face was instantly broken, a bloody wound was cracked from the corner of his mouth to the root of his ear, and it was bloody, and half of his face was pulled down, and the man let out a wail, dropped the knife and covered his face and screamed, and Jiang Yangsheng was stabbed twice in the back Jiang Yangsheng put a sword on the man's skull, I saw that the skull was like a ripe watermelon, and Peng split in half with a bang, and the corpse fell to the ground in response.

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