Su Zhuo listened to Xiong Wenhu's explanation, suddenly realized, patted his head, and said: "It turns out that you are the brother of that person, no wonder you are a little familiar." Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info but, Warburg Pincus, you judge the theory. He said and turned to Warburg Pincus.

"A month ago, I traveled to the Ganliang area, passing through a mountain village. I heard from the people in the village that there was a bandit on the mountain, called Xiong Wenlong, and agreed to loot the village after three days. When this kind of thing happens, I naturally have to take care of it. So I organized dozens of villagers and set up an ambush for the bandits. Not only did he repel the bandits, but he also beat this Xiong Wenlong into a worm!"

Hua Ping was still a little frightened at first, but after hearing it, he finally understood that Su Zhuo didn't take this Xiong Wenhu in his eyes at all. He pretended to say, "Okay! If this kind of thing happens to me, isn't it as simple as breaking my legs?"

Xiong Wenhu listened to the two of them singing and harmonizing, and became more and more furious, shouting: "Don't talk nonsense, let's die!" As he spoke, he raised the steel knife in his hand and slashed at the two.

Su Zhuo took a look at his sword posture, only to find that Xiong Wenhu was much more clever than his brother, and his moves were good, so he should not be careless. He took two steps back, about to make a move. Suddenly, I only heard a crisp sound of "dang". Xiong Wenhu's right hand was hot, and the steel knife in his hand paused.

The three people present were all shocked, Xiong Wenhu bore the brunt of it, and when he looked closely, a broken tile fell on the ground. It turned out that the one who blocked him just now from splitting the mountain and cracking the stone was actually such a small piece of tile!

The three people present were shocked in their hearts, this tile was light and thin, and it was used to block Xiong Wenhu's powerful knife, and the person who threw the tile was not only accurate, but also had unfathomable internal strength. Looking at the rivers and lakes, I am afraid that there are only a handful of such people. Xiong Wenhu shouted: "Who dares to stop Lao Tzu from killing!?"

Suddenly there was a chuckle from the bushes, and a long-robed scribe walked out slowly, cranking a folding fan in his hand. He was leisurely and complacent, and he didn't pay attention to everyone on the field. The scribe opened the folding fan and shook it casually.

The scribe smiled and said: "Xiong Wenhu, you little scum, don't look at what kind of place this is! King Yueyang's birthday is imminent, you dare to make trouble here, you are really impatient!"

Xiong Wenhu knew that he was by no means this person's opponent. He snorted coldly and said, "Your Excellency's martial arts are strong, Xiong admires you." But we don't interfere with the river water, so why do you have to build this beam?"

The scribe smiled and said, "Joke! Su Gongzi is the guest of honor of King Yueyang, if he has any trouble, how can King Yueyang sit idly by? Xiong Wenhu, if you know each other, get out of Yuezhou quickly!"

Xiong Wenhu listened to his words, and he really disdained himself, and his heart was already on fire. How could he stand this kind of anger from such a reckless man, and he suddenly became desperate, shouted, and raised his knife to slash at the scribe.

The scribe was calm, folding a fan in his hand and picking up the back of the knife, easily picking up the ghost head knife, and his left hand fluttered lightly with a palm, which was printed on Xiong Wenhu's chest. His posture is extremely chic, indescribably freehand.

Xiong Wenhu's eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe that he was defeated within one move. He vomited a mouthful of blood, and his body fell straight back.

Hua Ping was startled and blurted out: "Death...... Dead ......"

Su Zhuo praised softly: "What a trick to divide flowers and brush willows......"

The scribe smiled indifferently and bowed his hand to Su Zhuo: "Master Su, when you go out, you should be careful! Being entangled by such a scoundrel is not a small trouble!"

Su Zhuo raised his hand and clenched his fists, and said with a smile: "Meng Shutian, the head of the four gentlemen, really lives up to his reputation! Killing the Jiangyang thief with one move can also be regarded as removing a harm for the martial arts." ”

Meng Shutian smiled faintly and said, "I didn't expect that Mr. Su had also heard of a cheap name, Meng Mou's luck." Since Su Gongzi is interested in sightseeing in the lake, Meng will not bother and say goodbye!"

Hua Ping saw Meng Shutian leave, and he was very stunned, and said, "Su Zhuo, is he just leaving?"

Su Zhuo shrugged his shoulders and said, "Otherwise, what else? His martial arts are so high, I can't beat him." As he spoke, he turned and walked towards the gazebo.

Hua Ping shook his head helplessly and sat down with him in the gazebo. Just as he was about to speak, he saw a small man walking on the path, not tall, wearing coarse cloth clothes, and his face was a little dark. As soon as he appeared on the road, Su Zhuo noticed it, looked up and down, and frowned slightly.

The little guy walked into the pavilion, bowed slightly to the two, and asked, "Which of you is Su Zhuo?"

Su Zhuo was stunned for a moment and said, "I am." Who are you, and what are you looking for me?"

The little man took an envelope out of his sleeve and said, "Someone has given me a letter, so I can bring it here and give it to you." ”

Su Zhuo reached out and took the letter and glanced at the cover. I saw that only a few words were written on it: "Su Zhuo Su Gongzi personally opened". The font is delicate and very delicate. He looked up, but saw that the little guy was still staring at him, and asked strangely, "Are you still okay?"

The little guy said: "The person who asked me to deliver the letter said that as long as I deliver the letter, Su Gongzi will give me a reward of one or two silver!"

Su Zhuo was stunned, smiled unconsciously, and said, "Little brother, probably the person who asked you to deliver the letter doesn't know very well, I, Su Zhuo, am a poor bastard." Not to mention a tael of silver, even a copper plate, I can't take it out. If you can't do it, take it back!" and he made a gesture to return it to him.

This time it was the man's turn to be stunned, he didn't reach out to pick it up, and asked, "Master Su, you haven't read the letter yet!"

Su Zhuo spread his hands and said helplessly: "No way, who made me penniless." Why, don't believe it? If you don't believe it, you'll find out if you search it!"

The little guy's face turned red, and he took two steps back, as if he didn't expect this famous boy to be such a scoundrel. Hua Ping hurriedly stepped forward and persuaded: "Okay, okay, Su Zhuo, you don't have any silver, I'll give it to you!" said and took out one or two pieces of silver and handed it to the little guy.

The little guy smiled and said, "This big brother still understands things!" said "hum" to Su Zhuo, and left without looking back.

Su Zhuo sat down again, took out the letter, and complained while reading: "Huaping, you have this tael of silver, you might as well invite me to a drink." ”

Hua Ping said helplessly: "Su Zhuo, you are also a little famous, why are you still so stubborn? Besides, he is just an errand messenger, what are you doing to embarrass him?"

Su Zhuo sighed and said, "I really don't know how expensive firewood and rice are at home, where am I not plucking a hair? Besides, I'm sure that the one or two pieces of silver are not what the messenger said at all, but the little guy made a temporary move and said it casually!"

Hua Ping was stunned for a moment and said, "How do you know?"

Su Zhuo said: "Didn't you find out that the little guy is a woman dressed as a man at all?"

Hua Ping was taken aback and blurted out, "What? You said that person is a woman?!"