The scenery of the south of the Yangtze River is infinitely good, and the mountains and rivers are beautiful and beautiful. Pan Dao fled all the way to Suzhou, although he was in danger several times on the way, but he was killed, and now he disguised himself as a scholar and entered this famous city in front of people's eyes.

Suzhou was known as Wu in ancient times, also known as Gusu, located on the shore of Taihu Lake, its scenery is beautiful, but it is familiar because it is the foundation of the Murong family. Murong Fu of Nan Murong is in this city, and Wang Yuyan, the first beauty of Tianlong, was also born in Gusu City.

Pan Dao was dressed in a white robe, holding a folding fan, and carrying a long sword Shi Shiran into Gusu. indescribably chic and free, endless celebrities and gentlemen, although he is very young, he pretends to be very similar. As soon as the bookseller showed his spirit, he saw that his little face with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes suddenly looked personable, "Gusu is in March Spring, and the beauty is blooming." The beautiful and prosperous road, the literary atmosphere is arrogant. Xiao Shi shook his head and shook his head, and the folding fan slapped in the palm of his hand little by little.

"Good poetry, good poetry. Pan Dao boasted about himself, which attracted the people on the road to look at him, curious, surprised, and a little shy. He didn't care at all, and entered the largest restaurant in Gusu City, the Immortal Residence. Their wine is known as the immortals who will stop and stay when they come, and it is a good wine in front of the Jiangnan line.

He chose a seat and ordered a few side dishes and a bottle of the best fairy drunk. didn't bother others, he drank slowly, as if he wasn't the one who was hunted down.

"Do you know Lu Dao, some time ago, Qiao Feng, the leader of the beggar gang, killed a person who committed a great crime in Chang'an City, and I heard that it was Zhang Jinding, a famous master of the Northwest Star Sect. "Most of the drinkers are martial arts people, and what they care about is the turmoil that occurs in the martial arts.

A man shouted loudly, and the people in the whole restaurant were attracted to him, and when they saw that their eyes were all gathered towards him, he continued proudly, "It is said that the battle was very exciting, Qiao Feng Qiao Gang Leader caught him in the inn, and he didn't talk nonsense, he slapped the dragon with a palm and slapped it with eighteen palms, and that person was also harmful, and I saw him shake his long sword......"

Pan Dao was not interested after hearing two sentences, obviously this person was also hearsay that he had not really experienced that battle. Sure enough, someone sang the opposite tune, and the other man slapped the table, "No, no, it should be that Zhang Jinding killed the heart of the Qiao gang leader with a sword, but his martial arts skills were not good but he was shocked by the Qiao gang leader's palm." ”

The man before was also a little drunk, and he was furious when he heard this, "Fart, what I said is true." Have you ever listened to me, have you experienced it? ”

The man also blushed when he was blocked, and grabbed the sword on the table, "What I said is true, I don't accept the competition." Immediately, the two of them wanted to move the knife, and the shopkeeper hurriedly persuaded him, and the drinkers also persuaded him a few words before giving up.

The grievances in the rivers and lakes come and go quickly, and the atmosphere is as lively as just now, "You guys are all old news, don't you know that Nan Murong has been fighting the sword god Zhuo Bu Extraordinary recently, and now it has caused a sensation in Jiangnan." An old man came out coldly, causing everyone to be surprised, why is there no news on the rivers and lakes.

Pan Dao was also attracted by this news, he pricked up his ears and listened, the old man was very satisfied with the result of his breaking news, this old Jianghu knew how to maximize the benefits of Dao, he coughed, raised his wine glass and took a sip.

Everyone understood what it meant, and someone immediately said politely, "Xiao Er, add a few dishes to the last pot of good wine, and it will be counted on my account later." The old man nodded with satisfaction and smiled, "How embarrassing this is." At that time, this news was told to me by my granddaughter, it is said that this Murong Fu learned that Zhuo Bufan made a good swordsmanship, and couldn't help but want to try his martial arts sword moves, to see if it was the sword god's Zhou Gong Jianqiang or his Murong clan's Dou Zhuan Xing Shift. It is said that they agreed to ......"

Pan Dao remembered the news and would definitely go and see it if he had the chance. After that, he didn't hear anything useful, and he finished his wine and was about to pay the bill and leave, but there was a cry at the door.

The old man led a girl to the ground crying, and he clung to the corners of the ruffians' trousers, begging them not to take his granddaughter. "I beg you not to take my granddaughter, she is still young. If you have any tricks against me, I will admit to beating and fighting. The little girl sat on the ground crying, tears streaming helplessly, her eyes clear and penetrating. silently and speechlessly looked at the martial arts heroes in the restaurant, hoping that someone could help their grandchildren.

The ruffian kicked the old man away, pulled the little girl up and prepared to leave. "Old man, your son's debt will not have to be repaid. Even if this little girl is sold to us in heaven and earth, she will have nothing to do with you from now on. If you still dare to come, be careful grandpa, my fists are heavy, and no one cares if I kill you. ”

The old man got up and grabbed the corner of the leader's pants again, "Don't, my son has already severed the father-son relationship with me." There is a debtor and a debtor, you can't rob the granddaughter of the little old man, she is still young, please raise your noble hand and give a way to live. ”

The ruffian impatiently pulled away the old man's fingers, one by one, the old man was in pain but never wanted to beg for mercy, the little girl cried and wanted to break free from the palms of several people, her voice was sad, and her eyes looked helplessly at everyone again.

Most of the people in the restaurant don't know this grandson, and they don't want to meddle in their affairs. They are just miscellaneous fish in the rivers and lakes, how can there be any chivalrous style.

Pan Dao also roughly understood what was going on, it was another bloody plot, nothing more than that there was no money to pay back, and the ruffians wanted to use their granddaughters to sell themselves in Qinglou. "Stop. With a soft snort, Pan Dao walked out slowly.

If you see it, you can't ignore it, and what if it's just a few ruffians killed. Pan Dao's fan fanned gently, indescribably calm,

"Get out of here, y'all. I'm sure of these two. ”

The ruffians looked at the young man who walked out with contempt. "No, these two people owe money and don't pay it back, so they have to go with us. You kid, don't be nosy. Otherwise, grandpa's fist will not be polite. ”

Joke, a teenager, a scholar is not like a scholar, a swordsman is not like a swordsman. The people in the rivers and lakes in the restaurant are ready to watch a good show, and it is estimated that this young man is also a scholar, and he is a little yearning for the rivers and lakes. When the road is uneven, I really dare to draw a knife to help. I think back then, we were also enthusiastic and proud, but the rivers and lakes were stormy, and people's hearts sank.

Pan Dao frowned and got angry, "Bastard, you actually talked to Ben Xiucai like this." ”

The ruffian was shocked, and it was over. actually had a quarrel with Xiucai, you must know that the literary style of the Great Song Dynasty was at its peak, the status of literati was unattainable, and the major events of the court could be determined in one word, and it was really terrible for the scholars to be angry. Although Xiucai is a low position, he may become a parent official one day, so he doesn't dare to offend the Xiucai. Looking at the young man's clothes, he looks like a scholar, but he can't be sure.

"This scholar, you said that you are a showman, what evidence do you have. The ruffian's tone instantly dropped by three points.

Pan Dao seemed to be insulted, he opened the fan and gently shook the wind and sent it away, "Everyone in the world hears that Gu Sumei is high-spirited. But the people's hearts are not sinister, just because they have not seen benefits. Tell me how this little poem is. ”

"This, this. The ruffian had the intention of retreating, but the leader said, "Tang poems and Song lyrics, what if you can make poems, I should compose lyrics in the Song Dynasty." If you have a word, I'll go. ”

"You. Pan Dao pretended to put the fan away, and seemed to be stimulated, "Wu Zhongshan is bright and beautiful, and the beautiful Luo skirt is dancing. I have never met who has ever met, why is the good fate worthy of candles and tears, ask the Buddha's fate, and fate will accompany each other for a few spring and autumn. ”

Everyone listened to each other's faces, how did they switch from scolding to marriage, could it be that the reader is really smarter than himself, and his brain turns fast. It can't be that this kid has a crush on this little girl, but also that this little girl is really beautiful.

The leader wanted to repay the debt, but when he heard the applause of the Jianghu men in the restaurant, he hesitated and couldn't open his mouth, for fear that he would lose his life if he committed public anger. After all, these people kill people without blinking.

Fortunately, Pan Dao is also a human spirit, he saw the leader's hesitation, and took the initiative to ask, "How much money do they owe you?" The leader was overjoyed and said that it was fifty taels, but the old man had a conscience, and he pointed out that his son owed only five taels of silver. The ruffian's eyes widened, and he wanted to get angry but didn't dare.

Pan Dao didn't want to make trouble, this was the territory of the Murong clan, so it was better to keep a low profile. He threw a silver ingot to the ruffian ten taels and said, "Ten taels, otherwise you don't have to go, go directly to the king of Hades." As soon as Pan Dao's sword came out, a cold light shone out.

The ruffians looked at the silver, and then at the long sword in Pan Dao's hand, and did not dare to say anything, so they turned around and ran, and did not ask until they were far away, "Boy, what is your name, do you dare to leave your name." ”

Pan Dao smiled and said disdainfully, "Daozi, Pan Dao." ”