The sky is clear and clear, and the clouds are floating. The weather in late autumn is already cold, but when the sun shines through Bei City, you can still feel a trace of unseasonable warmth.
In the prosperous and bustling Beishi City, it has long been common for a well-connected libertine to collect some "land fees" under the guise of the government. It is difficult for the busy businessmen to even take a look.
Regarding this outrageous scene in the Dongfang Gate of Beishi City, the passersby in twos and threes around them only took a quick glance and wisely avoided it. Most of the time, if there is no need to create complicated details, people are not willing to spend energy to understand these things.
Reasons for right and wrong. It is good to watch the excitement, but it is not worth it if it affects yourself.
Yang Zhaoxi screamed in pain, but her figure was like a cheetah. In less than two breaths, she rushed in front of the peasant woman and blocked another kick.
When the seven or eight prodigals saw that someone dared to barge in and force their way in, a nameless evil fire arose in their hearts: In this small place in Bei City, they have always been the only ones to show off their power, who dares to be so ungrateful?!
Among the seven or eight prodigals, one person immediately rushed out. There were still some bruises on his face. It was the man who was thrown out of Heshang Liquor a few days ago. This man was carrying a short stick, cursing and hitting Yang Zhaoxi on the back of the head.
Swing it down.
Yang Chaoxi looked at her mother sadly, patted her footprints with one hand, and swung her other hand back, catching the short stick without missing a beat. Then she twisted and swung it, and the man was out of shape.
Steady, it fell straight to the ground, kicking up dust all over the ground.
The other libertines were stunned for a moment, and then heard the man who fell to the ground shout angrily: "Here... beat him!" These libertines rushed forward, and hurried towards Yang Chaoxi with wooden maces, sticks and other objects in their hands.
"Bang, bang, bang..." There were more than ten blunt sounds in succession, which were the sounds of fists and palms touching the body. In just three breaths, some of the libertines who rushed up first were knocked to the ground, surrounding Yang Zhaoxi and Lu Qiuniang,
It bloomed like a flower. Some were covering their chests and stomachs, moaning lowly, and some's wrists and forearms were limp and changed their shape. The libertines who were slower to react stopped their momentum and were spared.
In difficulty.
Fang Qidou had already opened his stance, preparing for reinforcements, but when he saw that the fight was over in an instant, he had no choice but to curl his lips and walk up to the peasant woman, bowing his hands and saluting: "My nephew says hello to my aunt!" But he "accidentally" stepped on his right foot.
The fingers of a certain prodigal lying on the ground were so painful that he cried out again and again.
When Fang Qidou saw Lu Qiuniang nodded to her, he turned his head and apologized: "Does it hurt? I'm sorry..."
After saying that, he crushed his right foot, and the man screamed and fainted from the pain. Then he turned around leisurely, shamelessly, and added some more to the other prodigals who fell to the ground.
Only then did he gather his fists and palms towards Yang Chaoxi with satisfaction.
Lu Qiuniang's hair was messy. First, she and Yang Zhaoxi picked up all the silk and twisted silk that had fallen everywhere. After feeling distressed for a while, she touched Yang Zhaoxi's head and said with a smile, "I haven't seen Xi'er in half a year, and I've grown taller again."
A lot! But I'm also thinner." There was a hint of sparkle in his smile.
However, Yang Chaoxi burst into tears, and her voice was slightly rough: "Mom! Xi'er can't help you... I made you suffer so much in vain, but you can't share one or two... these dogs who bully your beloved!
I'll hit them a few more times to vent my anger!"
Yang Zhaoxi was about to get up when she was grabbed by Lu Qiuniang: "Xi'er! Cars travel on the road and horses walk on the horse track. This is what they do for a living. Just beat them away! If you are injured or disabled, you will be accumulated.
If you have a grudge, you will be punished by the officials on the one hand, and your mother will make a living on the other, but you really can’t go on with it!”
When Yang Zhaoxi was about to say more, Fang Qidou said first, "Who is in charge of you guys? This offends my aunt! Come here and speak sharply!"
The libertine who was the first to swing the stick just now stood up with some arrogance before the dust was wiped off his head and face: "Our brother Tu is the disciple of Dao Chongguan! He has practiced martial arts all over the body, but he is as skinny as you.
, can fight ten! If you have the guts to stay here, I will ask Brother Tu to come and argue with you!"
Fang Qidou said "Oh" with a half-smile, and suddenly slapped him again, "Pah, pah". The prodigal fell to the ground again, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, splashing in the mud.
He still had a few teeth between his teeth, and wanted to fight back, but he knew that his fists and feet were too weak, so he just stared angrily.
Fang Qidou didn't care at all and said: "This mouth stinks! You must rinse it with blood. The next one... is you! Go find your butcher brother, I want to see what he thinks!"
The man was slightly chubby, and when he saw that his comrade had his teeth knocked out, he didn't dare to act cruel anymore, so he complied obediently and ran off to fetch reinforcements.
Fang Qidou ignored the libertines who got up and ran away one after another, and knelt down next to Lu Qiuniang: "Aunt! My nephew, as my parents asked me to do, happened to come over to buy some silk for the family. Your silk is of good quality.
Why don't you just sell it to me at the market price and save yourself the trouble of having to deal with those rude bitches?"
Knowing his good intentions, Lu Qiuniang lowered her head and bowed: "Young master Fang is Xi'er's good friend, so my aunt accepted it. It's just that the silk and silk have been stained. It would be really hard to sell it to you like this."
An. If Mr. Fang has a familiar cloth shop, I would like to ask you to help me find out how much the fabrics in these villages are worth, and how much money I can get in exchange for them. This is the way of a merchant."
Fang Qidou was quite surprised when he heard what she said, but he was somewhat impressed by this self-reliant peasant woman: "This is simple! There is a familiar cloth shop in front of me, and my mother has some friendship with shopkeeper Na Su. This
Then take your aunt over." After Lu Qiuniang bowed and saluted, she was hugged by Yang Zhaoxi and turned toward the southeast of Beishi City.
In less than half a stick of incense, I came to the door of a cloth shop. On the flag with a white background and a green edge, the two regular characters "Chaoyuan" were sewn on it.
When the three of them entered the shop, a middle-aged woman with light makeup and a ponytail came up to her with a smile: "Young man from the Fang family, if you are not chanting sutras in the temple today, why do you have time to come to me?"
Fang Qidou cupped his hands and smiled and said: "Aunt Su, this Aunt Lu is a relative of our Fang family and lives outside the city. She has been a guest at my house these past few days and brought some silk and twisted silk with her in order to exchange for some money.
Could you please Aunt Su to take a look at the goods?"
While Fang Qidou was talking, he took the silk and twisted silk from Lu Qiuniang's hand and carefully placed it on a long and thin plan.
Shopkeeper Na Su picked up the silk and twisted silk and looked around for a while. His brows sometimes frowned and sometimes relaxed. After thinking about it for a while, he smiled and said, "It took a lot of weavers to make this silk silk, Miss Lu.
The quality of the silk is also good, but some dust and mud have been mixed in, which has damaged the appearance. That’s it, I’ll give you an individual price! The silk is worth twenty taels of silver, and the twisted silk is five hundred dollars, what do you think, Miss Lu?”
Lu Qiuniang was slightly startled, but she just smiled bitterly in her heart: It turns out that she had worked hard day and night to reel and weave silk, and so many good things were sold at a low price. For a moment, she forgot to reply.
Shopkeeper Su thought she thought it was too little, so he explained with a smile: "Sister Lu, this price is already slightly higher than my usual purchase price. I have to leave some profit for my sister, right?"
Only then did Lu Qiuniang come to her senses, and she hurriedly bowed and said in reply: "Sister Su, I misunderstood. I just thought of the many silks and twisted silks sold at low prices in previous years, and felt a little distressed. This price is very good, but I don't know
How can I thank you..." After saying that, he stood up and respectfully took the money bag handed over by shopkeeper Su.
Shopkeeper Su also smiled and said: "The things the girls from the Lu family say to outsiders are just familiar friendships in the past. If you have silk in the future, just send it to me! When you go back later, give my regards to the Fang family member.
Sister." Lu Qiuniang bowed in response.
Fang Qidou cupped his hands again and said with a smile: "Aunt Su! I, Aunt Lu, don't come here often in a year, so I just want to take you around for a while. Then I'll come back another day to bother you!" Shopkeeper Su also bowed slightly and said
Several people sent the Chaoyuan cloth shop away and then turned their heads to attend to other matters.
After the three of them left the shop, Fang Qidou raised his hand and said, "Aunt Lu, it's better to meet by chance than to invite you. It's a great honor to see you here today! My nephew said that he couldn't be a host and invited aunt to have some wine and food."
Lu Qiuniang waved her hands repeatedly, wanting to decline politely, but since she got up early and went down the mountain, she has only eaten some Hu biscuits and drank several large bowls of cold water. Now her stomach is ringing like a drum, and Yang Chaoxi feels a little embarrassed when she hears it. So.
After Yang Chaoxi whispered a few words to her, she leaned over and said with a smile: "Then I'll trouble Mr. Fang!"
So the three of them sat down under the awning of a restaurant beside the road, and a waiter came up to greet them. Fang Qidou smiled and said, "Three bowls of mutton soup cakes, and three bowls of Xinfeng wine!"
Yang Zhaoxi smiled and held down one of his hands: "A bowl of Xinfeng wine is enough! My mother never drinks wine, and I have to go back to Linjiguan in the evening." After saying that, she squeezed one eye to signal him not to drink.
I told you what happened when I was punished to kneel down and think about my mistakes a few days ago.
Fang Qidou smiled knowingly: "Then I won't drink wine! Drinking wine alone is called 'drunk to relieve a thousand sorrows', it's so boring. But if the reception is not good enough, my parents at home will definitely call me a bastard if they find out!"
When Yang Chaoxi and Lu Qiuniang heard this, they both laughed and said nothing.
A few people were eating steaming mutton soup cakes and chatting a few words, when a group of men with fierce faces came quickly towards the restaurant.
It turned out that although those prodigals were beaten, they had a backup plan when they escaped: they sent two slippery men to watch them from a distance in the northern city, trying to find out where they came from. But they were not prepared for these three.
Although the people moved their hands, they still dared to wander around in the northern city. Two libertines took advantage of them and kept the whereabouts of the three of them within sight. Just as they were coming and going, the man ran away first.
The prodigal who went there actually invited Brother Tu over, just in time to regain the place for everyone.
Lu Qiuniang's expression changed when she saw these people leaving and coming back. They were not good-natured, and she subconsciously covered the money bag in her arms. However, Fang Qidou pressed down Yang Zhaoxi who was about to get up, held up his hands to her and said with a smile: "Aunt Lu
Just eat more soup cakes. Junior Brother Yang will take care of you and you will be fine! I will go over and argue with them for a few words and will be back soon. Otherwise, the soup cakes will not taste good once they are cold!"
After Fang Qidou finished speaking, he turned around and stood up. He looked at the libertines surrounding the restaurant lightly and said with a smile: "In this world, some people really don't care about eating but not fighting! They only ate fists at noon. This time
Do you just want to have another meal?"
A man jumped out from among the libertines, with one hand wrapped in gauze like a steamed bun, but it was the man whose hand had been stepped on by Fang Qidou earlier. At this time, he was shouting: "Brother An Tu is here! If you know the truth, you can
Kneel on the ground, kowtow nine times, and call me "good daddy"! Then I won't beat you to death!"
After the prodigal said, a tall and strong man among the prodigals stood up. Although he was dressed in regular clothes, he did not wear a bun and had a bun on his head.
The man surnamed Tu, who seemed to be a Taoist priest, had a fierce look on his face: "You are the one who blocked my brother's way of making money? And you hurt many of my brothers' hands and feet?!" Another prodigal next to him pointed at Yang Chaoxi and started making noises.
Fang Qidou snorted coldly: "Your brother doesn't understand the rules of this martial arts and comes to my territory of the Seven Heroes of Luo Zhong to hunt for food. I will teach him on your behalf. In case he kicks the iron plate in the future, he will even
My life will be lost!"
The man surnamed Tu sneered: "You are the 'Seven Heroes of Luozhong', you have the guts to brag about it to Haikou. Do you think I don't recognize you! Fang Qidou, the eldest son of the Hongdao Temple, won the victory in a sneak attack on the day of the Zhaitan martial arts performance, and his reputation was very loud.
! But today, your unsightly sneak attack skills will fail. Because..." The man surnamed Tu suddenly looked ferocious, "I will break all your hands and feet!"
The chill on Fang Qidou's face was getting stronger: "Tu Liangshan, I originally wanted to give you a little less respect for Dao Chongguan. Seeing that you are so sincere in asking for a beating, I sent my head over here - as a father, I want to teach you how to do it again.
Be a human being!”
The coldness in Tu Liangshan's eyes condensed, and without saying anything, he directly took out the finger tiger from his arms and put it on, and suddenly rushed forward. His fists, elbows, legs, and knees took turns to attack, and the fierce and sharp moves were hit by the strong wind.
Fang Qidou saw that he was repeating his old tricks, so he took out the "Seizing Fist" posture, punching out like a circle, making a shadow of his fists. While avoiding the finger tiger, he shot and smashed continuously, and easily received several waves of attacks.
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Seeing that his boxing skills were suppressed, Tu Liangshan suddenly stepped back more than a foot, waved his sleeves continuously, and used his two finger tigers as hidden weapons to shoot towards Fang Qidou's face.
Fang Qidou turned back and forth, flicking the sleeves of his robe, and then in a dangerous moment, he put the two finger tigers into his sleeves and took them down.
Tu Liangshan kept waving his sleeves, and saw more than a dozen thin bamboo sticks shooting at Fang Qidou from all directions around him like a rain of arrows. It was difficult to dodge.
Fang Qidou made a few more moves, using his robe sleeves to swing his force, breaking several bamboo sticks that were shot in front of him, and then dodged again and again to pass the attack of some bamboo sticks.
Fang Qidou had just stabilized his body when he heard a soft cry from behind: "Ouch..." When he turned around to look, it was Lu Qiuniang who was slightly lower on the left shoulder. She was shot with a bamboo stick, but she didn't know the extent of the injury.
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Yang Zhaoxi was wielding a thick stick, knocking down the libertines who came up to attack the formation one by one. Although he knocked down most of the bamboo sticks in a hurry, one of them still missed and injured Lu Qiuniang.
Yang Zhaoxi's eyes were bloodshot, and he was furious. He shouted loudly, then he grabbed the thick stick and attacked Tu Liangshan fiercely. Only then did Fang Qidou see clearly that the stick was two wooden knives wrapped in linen.
, he has now danced it into a murderous sword.
Fang Qidou took advantage of the situation and withdrew from the two-man battle, turned around to protect Lu Qiuniang, and beat up the prodigal who was about to come up. He didn't turn around until there were wailing sounds everywhere and no one could come up to cause trouble.
"Aunt Lu! Where is the injury? Is it important?"
However, Lu Qiuniang had already pulled out the bamboo stick, looked at the blood stain, it was less than an inch, and then shook her head and said: "It's not a problem! It hit the Pipa bone. It was thick in autumn, and it was just a little skin injury. It's just a skin injury on Xi'er's side.
, will it hurt lives? There are also bad guards in this city, why has no one taken care of them for so long?"
When Fang Qidou saw that she was fine, he replied: "Junior Brother Yang is very skilled in martial arts! Aunt Lu, just watch it! As for those bad guards... If the fight here hasn't been finished, they usually won't show up...
"
While the two were talking, they saw Yang Chaoxi holding a thick stick, but it was as light and agile as a bamboo sword when dancing. Sometimes the sword was strong, covering Tu Liangshan's entire body, leaving him almost unable to parry; sometimes the sword was fierce,
The beating made Tuliang Mountain jump up and down, unable to escape, and miserable.
Tu Liangshan was originally a cruel and cruel person, but after he gradually shot all the bamboo sticks on his body, he could no longer fight back. He could only protect his head and chest, and dodge in a panic. He had been beaten countless times all over his body.
Yang Chaoxi was extremely angry at the beginning and was merciless in his attacks. Therefore, Tu Liangshan was at a disadvantage as soon as they fought. Later, after listening to the conversation between Fang Qidou and his mother, he knew that no vital points were hurt, so he withdrew all his killing moves.
The strength has also been measured, just to make his skin and flesh hurt, but try not to hurt his muscles and bones. With this intention in mind, when fighting again, it will be like a civet cat playing with a mouse.
It's a pity that Tu Liangshan's unruly and violent aura quickly disappeared under the continuous beatings.
At the end, Tu Liangshan actually started begging for mercy. For a moment, the libertines lying around even had their jaws dropped in shock.
And Yang Zhaoxi also gradually finished his anger, and finally swept the stick on his forehead, knocking Tu Liangshan unconscious. At this moment, with angry eyes, when he looked around at the prodigal, everyone turned their faces away.
In the past, I didn't dare to see him again.
At this moment, the late-arriving bad guard appeared in everyone's sight. He quickly surrounded him, tied up Tu Liangshan and a group of prodigals who had fallen on the ground with ropes, piled them in one place, and guarded them. There were two of them.
The bad guard also had a rope in his hand, as if he was going to tie up Yang Zhaoxi, but when faced with this thin figure, he hesitated for a long time and did not dare to come up.
"A bunch of cowards!" A voice like thunder sounded, and a Wuhou wearing light armor came over, but looked at Fang Qidou and said, "Why are you everywhere! You were causing trouble in front of my Wuhou shop a few days ago.
, this Lord Wu will punish you in the future before he can punish you, right?"
Fang Qidou came up to him with a smile on his face, cupped his hands and said: "Master Zhang Wuhou! You're fine. It's no wonder that things are like this. It's no wonder we..."
So when the Wuhou named Zhang Songyue listened to Fang Qidou's explanation in a low voice, his expression changed strangely for a while, and then he lost some of his previous power: "So this is Taoist Priest Chong Lingzi! Your sword
The law is good, and I have heard about it. Now it seems that a hero is indeed born from a young age! Today, these rogues are the first to provoke, but you are filial and protective. You don't need to accept the blame anymore, so you can leave now. These bad people,
Let me, Wuhoupu, take it back and dispose of it!"
However, Lu Qiuniang had already rushed to pay for the soup cakes. After bowing and saluting Zhang Wuhou, Yang Chaoxi also stepped forward to salute Zhang Wuhou with clasped fists.
The three of them bid farewell to Marquis Zhang Wu, chatted and laughed with each other, and left Beishi safely.