Chapter 4: Making mistakes turn out to be self-defeating

Jiang Wen, who was still bargaining with the merchants, felt that there was a hustle and bustle outside, and the number of customers gradually decreased. He finally had the opportunity to deal with the black-hearted merchant in front of him who had taken advantage of the autumn to raise prices.

Why don’t you rob two pieces of silver if you miss two pieces of silver?

But not long after, a guest who was watching the fun came back to report the news.

"Go and see, there is someone fighting on the Hongbin Tower!"

Hearing this sentence, the customers of the shop expressed disdain.

"Tsk! When is no one fighting on Hongbin Tower?"

"The restaurant owner opened the market by himself, and even the number of casualties and casualties can bet on the fight. What's so strange about fighting?"

"Stop looking, the boss hired me. I lost three taels last time I bet! It must be a shady scene!"

"We are all scholars, can we not be surprised by favors and disgraces?"

The court once praised Jianning Mansion as a hometown of morality, and that households with poetry and books were not visible to others, so they did such a thing that would harm others' identity.

To be honest, Jianning Prefecture "the most beautiful people in the people are close to literature, and the more powerful they are strong." This means that a scholar came here and said tremblingly that everyone here has both cultural relics and speaks very nicely. I like it very much.

After all, here is surrounded by mountains and rivers, with many people and few fields. Farmers even have to work hard to make a living. As a farmer, it is reasonable to be able to hold a knife, right?

According to a certain outgoing county magistrate, people here have always liked to "hold a sword and hold a arrow, fight, hide their troops and avoid taxes, and hold their strengths to compete for their own private interests." Chen Haonan can only be regarded as a very sociable and energetic young man here.

The guest who came back to report the message also felt a little fussy and continued with a little shame: "I saw that the other side was even more lively. There was a girl who was selling herself to bury her mother, and she was very beautiful!"

"Where are people!"

"I have no choice but to do this kind of good deed!"

"How can we scholars not save us when we die!"

The store was in an instant and before they could finish their words, all the customers in the store had run away.

"Tsk, I'm also saying that I'm a scholar. Boss, are you always selling it... Hum? Where are you?"

Jiang Wen continued to buy things disdainfully, and only then did he find that even the shopkeeper went to see the fun of selling his body and burying his mother.

Then he expressed his contempt, while leaving behind a coin of copper, and packed the quilt away.

Jiang Wen walked out of the shop and found that the bustling on both sides was very lively. Especially the girl who was selling her body to bury her mother, the thorn hairpin and cloth skirt could not hide her appearance. When she lowered her head to wipe her tears, her eyes were flowing, and she felt an endless charm and cuteness, and her plain clothes looked pure and beautiful.

But Jiang Wen didn't plan to walk there.

So what about a beautiful girl? He is a scholar. Everyone in the world knows that women represent trouble, and beautiful women represent great trouble. With his thin foundation in his sect, it is not enough to attract the eyes of this thief mother and daughter.

According to Zhang Wuji, the more beautiful a woman is, the more she will be able to lie, so this woman is obviously a liar!

Jiang Wen turned around and found that Xiao Shitou and Ningdie were standing next to the same show, watching the hard qigong inside performing a gun with a throat broken and a chest-to-blade.

The thick and powerful man bit the rag in his mouth, and a muffled groan in his throat. The wax wood gun rod broke in response to the sound. There was only a shallow dent in the throat of the human body, the most fragile throat.

The people around me shouted OK, but the more they gained, they questioned.

"That's it?" "Is it fake?" "I'm tired of seeing it, I'm leaving!" "It's dispersed."

The big man who was performing arts looked angry and lowered his head silently. He picked up a piece of wood from the side and chopped it up first, then slashed at his abdomen.

Each knife was full of strength. It seemed that if he wanted to kill the person who questioned him, he would bow his head and endure it because of his livelihood, and he would only get more ridicule.

"I was just now doing my skills at the door of Yue's family's knife, but someone rushed over. There was nothing to say about it."

Someone next to him said loudly on purpose.

Jiang Wen glanced at him again, confirming that the person in front of him had skill, but he didn't know the secret of walking in the world and performing skills.

There are a set of rules and methods for selling art in the world, just like live streaming to sell goods. You have to make up stories, lay the groundwork, follow the process, first make two tricks, use a few tricks, trap pedestrians and then put them on hard work, and you can also sell a big power pill or something.

Like this person who has a skill, he has a lot of skills, but he is seriously lacking in his eyes and cannot learn to make people's appetite. No matter how powerful the methods are, he can't stand the repeated performances.

The audience in Xiamei Town was even born in the Deyun Club small theater. They were used to stealing Taiwan and coaxing words to force their skills to show off their real skills. Who would have thought that this person was really stunned?

When he was stunned, Jiang Wen glanced at his apprentice and found that Ningdie was absent-mindedly ignoring him, but Xiao Shitou was fully focused on him.

"...I'm looking so seriously? Are you interested?"

Compared to the man's ordinary performance, the blood splattered on the building on Hongbin was more eye-catching, but the merchants in Xiamei Town stopped to watch and pointed at the bottom of the building, commenting that today's fight was very strong, and the boss had invested a lot!

The rain started again, and the window of Hongbin Tower was slammed open. A middle-aged man covered in blood fell from the air and fell heavily on the wet stone road. The last trace of blood on his face suddenly disappeared, his eyes were bulging, and he was already dead.

Hong Xiguan held a silver spear and gently turned it apart the spear into three pieces of income baggage. He grabbed the wine flag pole at the door and flew down without any fireworks.

The onlookers applauded—and then made a way out, and they all said they could not afford to offend.

"Wending, let's go."

Hong Xiguan's voice was even colder, and there was no trace of blood on Hongbinlou's remaining limbs.

But Wen Ding, who had been with his father for many years, could naturally hear something wrong in his tone, so he walked out of the crowd and followed his father.

Jiang Wen saw all this and told Xiao Shitou and Ningdie not to run around, so he flashed into a small alley next to him.

The two sneaky people were too obvious, and they did not have the tough temperament of the locals at all.

"Two, what are you doing?"

Jiang Wen stopped two traveling merchants in this small road.

The two vendors froze, one of them put down his burden and turned his head vigilantly, "What are you looking at!"

Jiang Wen smiled: "What are you doing here?"

Another peddler quickly turned his head, pretending to be wearing pants, with an honest smile on his face.

He quickly tidied up his clothes with the cargo box on his back, turned his head and smiled apologized: "Sorry, I can't help but be anxious, let's leave now..."

The two peddlers lowered their heads and apologized repeatedly, walking quickly past Jiang Wen, but at the moment of intertwining, they looked at each other and saw the murderous intent in each other's eyes in a tacit understanding.

The peddler's shoulder pole fell to the ground, raised his hand and pulled out his thorny eyes. The peddler also held a sharp blade in his hand and poked Jiang Wen's waist. This combined attack action seemed to have been practiced countless times, stretching out like flowing water!

But the two of them failed to continue their movements, and they were easily blocked by Jiang Wen's left and right hands, and the weapon was knocked to the ground.

The two of them didn't even notice how each other moved, and quickly revealed their identities.

"We are secret spies in the court! Let go!"

"spy?"

Jiang Wen was unmoved at all and kept slapping them in the faces, "I am the captain of General Songpo's pistol."

After being slapped by Jiang Wen, the two peddlers were embarrassed to distance themselves from him.

In order to keep the secret, the secret spies of the Ministry of Justice took action directly. They did not notify the local government office, and they would not travel in official uniforms. Therefore, even if Hong Xiguan killed people in the street, the county office would only think it was an ordinary fight.

It’s good to silence your mouth, but it’s a great idea to silence your mouth. I’m just weakening your martial arts skills, but I’m not completely missing. How can I miss this opportunity?

Besides, cutting off these two eyeliners should be able to delay the Qing court's movements...

Perhaps some people may say that murder in the street is a murder case and will only leave more hidden dangers. But since the overthrow of China, the most common thing in Chong'an County’s governments used to make fire and cook is the daily murder case files - just like today, are the officials or bandits who kill people? How dare a small county government investigate thoroughly?

"Mianzhang, good posture. The Great Compassion Fist is a mess."

Looking at the two spies who wanted to go back to report the news and put on posture in the alley, Jiang Wen's face gradually became serious.

"But depending on your organizational structure, one of every two people is a Shaolin traitor. The monks will have a hard time in the future..."

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"Wending, someone follows us."

As he walked, Hong Xiguan spoke.

"Dad, she is also a poor person and wants to go with us."

Hong Wending's voice was very soft, and his eyes turned to the back and followed him along the way. Chuchu looked at Ningdie who was pitifully, "Just send her to her family."

Hong Xiguan's sword-browed and evil spirits were so fierce. When Wen Ding said the word "family", he thought of his elder brother who died with his eyes closed on the stone road. In the end, he was declining and did not object.

Ningdie followed two steps and found that the two people in front did not try to get rid of her, so she couldn't help but get up happily.

Finally escaped from the suspicious human trafficker!

But on the other hand, when Jiang Wen, who was refreshed, returned, he found that the stall selling art had been removed, and there seemed to be traces of fighting.

Jiang Wen was stunned.

The little stone was raining alone, picking up the pieces of copper plates on the ground and asked him quickly.

"Little Shitou, where is your junior sister Ningdie?"

Where is Jiang Wen’s apprentice?

Where did such a big apprentice go?

Didn’t you still watch the fun just now?

Xiao Shitou looked up at the master and gave Jiang Wen an expression to experience it himself.

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[Junior sister? What is Junior sister? Can it be eaten?]
To be continued...