Chen Huahe shook the hawker's wrist and found that his person did not have any internal strength, and the flying silver just now was indeed all based on brute force, and he said in a deep voice: "Who is the surname of the man in black, and where is he now?"

The peddler was frightened and frightened, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead: "Oh, I said grandparents! How do I know who his name is? Although there are lights in the dark sky, he can't see his appearance clearly, so he threw down the silver and turned around and went that way!"

Chen Huaji said: "Rumu, it seems that what this person said is true. Indeed, he has no heart or power to hurt us, but what good is it for him to provoke us to anger who gave him the money?"

Tang Rumu put away the dagger and glared at the peddler fiercely: "You are lucky today, if it weren't for this hero's soft-heartedness, I won't spare you!"

"Hey, I'll get out, I'll get out!" The peddler seemed to have just been released from prison after several years in prison, and the rabbit master rolled up a curtain and hurried away.

Tang Rumu giggled: "Brother Huahe, no matter who he is, since we come, we will be safe, just take a good look at this lantern night market! If someone really wants to harm us, the soldiers will come to block the water and cover the earth, I don't believe that there is anyone who is more capable than my brother Huahe!"

Chen Huahe shook his head and smiled, and followed.

Half a mile west, I saw what seemed to be an argument ahead. Tang Rumu has always loved to watch the excitement, and said loudly: "Hey! There seems to be a fight in front!

Chen Huahe couldn't stop it, so he had to follow and step forward.

I saw a middle-aged man pulling a thin old man at a small table, the thin old man had white hair, but he just closed his eyes and said nothing. Behind him is a small flag, on which is written: "Hyphenation is like a god!"

The middle-aged man roared angrily: "You old man! I kindly asked you for fortune telling, why do you say that I will soon have my skin and flesh opened!

A few onlookers next to him persuaded: "He is old, and he may not be able to say anything, if you don't give money, why do you need to be rude with him?"

The middle-aged man turned around and said angrily, "You know a fart!" The man turned his head again, grabbed the placket of the old man's clothes, raised his fist in the air, and shouted: "You said that I had a disaster, Lao Tzu will let you open your skin first!"

said that it was too late, Tang Rumu jumped forward and stretched out his hand to grab the man's back collar, and raised his strength backwards, and the strong man of nearly two hundred catties "pounced" and sat on the ground.

The man was stunned on the ground for a moment, and did not seem to come to his senses, and when he saw the onlookers laughing, he got up from the ground and scolded loudly: "Who is his grandmother's! Who is plotting against Lao Tzu!"

Tang Rumu clapped his hands, walked up to the strong man and said, "That's right, it's grandma who is plotting against you!"

"Hey, you look pretty this girl!" the man didn't laugh angrily when he saw Tang Rumu's beauty, "Come on, brother, I haven't married a wife yet, it's better to take advantage of this Mid-Autumn Festival, you can do good things!"

Tang Rumu has a pungent personality, how can he allow the market hooligans to ridicule, reach out and grab the strong man's forearm and twist it to the right, only to hear a crisp sound of "click", the strong man half knelt on the ground and wailed, you don't need to look to know that it must be a broken wrist. Tang Rumu twisted his wrist, did not stop, followed by a leg lift, kicked at the back of the strong man. The man snorted, flew out more than two feet, and fell until his mouth and nose were bleeding and embarrassed. The man struggled to get up, and when he saw Tang Rumu Feng's murderous eyes, he was timid, and ran away, shouting as he ran: "Xiao Nizi!

The spectators on the side saw that the man was defeated, so they coaxed: "Run!

"I think this old man is good, saying that he has a skin and flesh disaster, and sure enough, his skin and flesh will bloom immediately!"

"Haha! yes, yes!"

Tang Rumu grimaced at Chen Huahe and whispered: "Brother Huaji, you won't blame me if I'm gone with that scoundrel, right?"

Chen Huaji said with a smile: "It's good to beat, but it's just a heavier shot, if there is no good doctor, I'm afraid that his arm will be scrapped." ”

Tang Rumu said: "Hmph! I finally heard you say that there is no 'kindness of a woman'! You are afraid that his arm is crippled, so you go to treat him, and when he is well, you will go to the street every day to beat the old man and children!"

Chen Huaji saw that Tang Rumu was serious, and felt that although this girl acted harshly, she was really playful, cute and full of justice, and couldn't help but smile again: "Okay, for the sake of the old people and children on the street, you can't help but be a doctor!"

"Thank you two young heroes for helping! The old man is unable to move, so he won't get up and thank you!" a voice said slowly.

Chen Huaji turned around and saw that it was the thin old man who told fortunes. Tang Rumu arched his hand and said: "The old man doesn't have to be polite, such a ruffian hooligan, he should be beaten!"

The old man raised his eyes to look at the two of them, his expression seemed to move slightly, his eyes were shining, and he smiled slightly: "The old man wants to thank the two, but he has no long things, why don't the two of them leave a word, I will cut off the luck, how about repaying the personal feelings?"

Tang Rumu clapped his hands and said, "Okay! I haven't told my fortune yet! Brother Huahe, you come first!"

Chen Huahe sat at the table, and saw that there was a hawker selling sugar gourds passing by, and the bunches of red fruits were very beautiful, so he took a pen and wrote the word "string" on the paper: "Old man, please take a look." ”

When the old man looked at it, he stroked his beard and smiled: "Hahahaha...... Shaoxia has been worried about two things recently, and there has been no news for a long time, is that so?"

Chen Huaji nodded: "Exactly." ”

The old man continued: "You wrote this word in your hand, it is a string of two middle schools, and the matter you are worried about should come in the near future. ”

Since Chen Huaji came to the capital, he has experienced more things than he has experienced in the past ten years. But what worried him the most was only two things-the whereabouts of Master Yuanzhen and Zhu Youcai! The old man's words made him, who was originally just holding a pastime attitude, feel refreshed, and hurriedly asked: "There is news coming, is it auspicious or evil?"

The old man smiled: "Medium." It is both auspicious and vicious, and it is not auspicious or vicious. ”

Chen Huahe groaned slightly, got up and arched his hand: "Thank you, old man." ”

Tang Rumu couldn't bear it anymore and shouted, "Old man, old man, show me quickly." As he spoke, he smiled slyly and wrote a "string" on the paper.

Chen Huaji said with a smile: "Rumu! What else is there to calculate like you, the same word as me, naturally the same result." ”

Tang Rumu stuck out his tongue and said: "Haha! Hua and brother, I also have two things on my mind, I hope there will be news, for the result, it will be good, it will be good." ”

The old man silently tapped his fingers twice on the paper on which Tang Rumu was writing, shook his head and said, "The two things you asked are unlucky, very unlucky." ”

When Tang Rumu heard this, he was anxious and said loudly: "Old man, how can you watch people put down dishes when you speak? Obviously, it is the same word, why is he in the middle and I am unlucky?"

The old man said slowly: "This young man wrote unintentionally, so it can be seen by taking it apart according to the glyph." And you are writing with your heart, stringing together and adding heart, which is exactly the word 'suffering'. I'm afraid you're worried about something!"