"Brother Nanjian, what should we do now?" Ye Zi asked him. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Of course we're going to go to the beggars now?" Nan Jian said solemnly.

He went to the window and looked out the window at the street in front of the inn. Immediately, he noticed several pairs of suspicious eyes, and glanced at him at the same time.

The splendid inn where they are now is located at the three-way intersection of Xihe Street in Phoenix City, and on the left side of the inn is the wide riverside street, and the opposite side of the street faces the river. The inn was the first inn and the first building along the river. To the right of the inn, there is a boulevard that runs deep into the densely populated residential areas of Phoenix. On the right side of the courtyard, on the edge of the boulevard, there is a large banyan tree with lush foliage.

When Nan Jian stood at the window and glanced down, the three men sitting on the thick rhizome of the big banyan tree were all raising their faces to look at the window, and in addition, on the left side of the three-way intersection, under a stinky tree on the edge of the West River, there were four men fishing with rods, and they also glanced at the window where Nan Jian was standing. Also, at the three-way intersection, to the right of the entrance, in the shade below the high retaining wall, there were six men sitting on the stones under the base of the wall, chatting. However, at the same time, they also looked up at the window!

Nan Jian smiled and turned around, "There are at least thirteen people below, waiting for us!" he said to everyone, "And these thirteen people must be first-class masters in the rivers and lakes!"

Hearing this, everyone was surprised!"Then what should we do, Brother Nan!"

At this time, Ye Zi said: "Sister, as long as our windows are not closed, as long as we park the carriage in the courtyard of the inn and do not go out, these people will not act rashly." After all, they were all afraid of Brother Nanjian's strength, so they didn't take the initiative for a long time!"

"Makes sense!" Nan Jian also nodded and said.

"So, are we going to dress up again like we did last night at your house?" said Ying'er with a smile.

"Other than that, I really don't know what to do!" Ye Zi said with a smile.

"Then what should I do?" asked the beggar Ding Ding, the little beggar.

"Of course you're watching this person here!" Nanjian said to him, pointing to the man on the ground who was tied up like a dumpling, before leaning down and whispering a few words in his ear.

Tintin listened and nodded.

About the time of a cup of tea, an old man came out of the hall of the inn, he was leaning over, holding a crooked cane in his hand, and with the support of two young men in Tsing Yi, he walked out of the door of the inn with difficulty. When they came to the three-way intersection, they stopped, and immediately the three men sitting under the tree next to them raised their heads and looked at the old man. His face was covered with age spots, and the years had left a furrow and wrinkle on his face. That's what a grief for him!

In a few moments a couple of wagons came up to them, "Hey, young man, where are you going?" called the coachman to them enthusiastically.

"We're going to go to a doctor's house and see a doctor!" said the dark-skinned guy in the middle.

"Okay, then hurry up!"

The two ladies immediately helped the old man and stepped into the carriage carefully, and the coachman was very happy, because he had not told him the fare beforehand. In this way, when they arrive at their destination, if they are outsiders, the coachman can take the opportunity to slaughter them! Thinking of the sweet thoughts, the coachman's mood is as if he has been hit by youth, and he is happy and excited.

"Grandpa, are you seated?" he asked politely.

"Sit down!" replied to the little guy, his voice was like a girl's voice, and his voice was so beautiful, like a swallow murmuring in the spring breeze.

The coachman was full of energy, and before he knew it, he was fluttering. He waved his whip, the docile brute, shook off his hooves, and galloped along the wide road to a brisk rhythm like a piano key.

About half an hour later, the window of the guest room where Nanjian and the three of them were suddenly closed. So, under the big tree, by the river, and under the retaining wall, those men who had been waiting for a long time stood up at the same time. They waited silently for the target they had been waiting for for two days, and walked out of the door of their own accord.

They had a plan, the six men under the retaining wall, the first to come out of the door Nan Jian and the two girls, fired the short bow and crossbow arrows invented by Zhuge Ping; if there was a slight mistake, the burly physique and fierce appearance under the big tree, Zhang Zuowen, he would take two of his subordinates, at the first time, towards Nanjian and the two girls to launch a surprise fierce attack!

What's more, within 10 steps, the pair of bronze maces of Zhang Zuowen, the king of gongs, had never used two moves to kill the enemy; under normal circumstances, one move killed the enemy! Not only that, but the four men who stood by the stone railing on the edge of the West River were also the first-class masters in the rivers and lakes today; they were the three brothers Tian Long and the Zhong family who were at Ye Zi's house that night and tried to plot against Nanjian.

It's a pity that the old man and the two little Tsing Yi guys who went out at the gate half an hour ago didn't recognize them. Of course, Nan Jian and Ying'er, who were at Ye Zi's house that day, were also wearing makeup!

Just like a man who has heard too many lies, when someone tells him the truth, it makes him suspect that it is a lie! In this way, they watched the window open, and waited for half an hour, but they did not see Nanjian and the two girls walk out of the door of the inn, nor did they see their carriage drive out.

So, Zhang Zuowen, the king of Gong, beckoned to the six people standing under the retaining wall. After that, he pointed to the closed window of the guest room where Nan Jian and Ye Zi stayed just now, and motioned to the six of them to go up and take a look.

So, these six people, holding a short bow and crossbow, dragging the bow, loaded the crossbow arrows, quietly came to the door of the guest room where Nanjian and the two girls had just stayed. They eavesdropped through the door for a long time, but they didn't notice the slightest movement inside. So, they finally decided to break down the door.

As soon as they pushed them away, they realized that the people inside had long since left, but there was a man in tattered clothes trapped on the ground under the coffee table. When he got closer, it turned out that the person who was gagged by a rag and tightly bound by ropes was the one they sent to keep an eye on Nanjian.

They pulled out the rags that were in his mouth, "What's going on!" Zhang Zuowen, the king of Gong, asked him, "Where have all the people of Nanjian gone?"

"They're long gone!" cried the man innocently, "and they disguised themselves as a trembling old man, and the two girls walked out of the inn in the form of two young men in green clothes." ”

"Where's the little beggar?"

"He's wearing my clothes and he's just gone!"

At this moment, the neighing of horses came from downstairs, and a crossbowman pushed open the window and looked down, and immediately exclaimed: "Ah, look, isn't that little beggar who is driving the carriage?"

When everyone arrived at the window, Tintin had already galloped up the road in front of the inn in a carriage!

"it, go, go to the beggar gang!" said at the end, Zhang Zuowen, the king of the gong, shouted. (To be continued.) )