The Great Escape of Martial Arts

Chapter 135 The Stubborn Little Beggar
All the shepherds were horrified, the old shepherd knelt down and prayed, begging God not to bring disasters because they offended the dragon horse, and shouted loudly, telling Wu Zhai to get off the horse quickly.

But Wu Zhai was so absorbed in his body, how could he take care of him?
As if he was firmly bound by a rope, following the ups and downs of the horse's height, his inner strength was long and effortless, he said with a smile:

"Little guy, let's compare our endurance!"

Suddenly, he stretched his right arm under the horse's neck, folded his arms, and started to move vigorously.

As soon as his inner strength reached his arm, he tightened it tighter and tighter. The little red horse jumped and jumped, unable to get away. Finally, he couldn't breathe and was suffocated. Only then did he realize that he had met God and suddenly stood still.

Han Xiaoying said happily:
"Fifth brother is amazing, this horse has been tamed!"

Wu Zhai jumped off the horse, the little red horse stuck out its tongue and licked the back of his hand with a very affectionate expression.

A shepherd came closer to take a closer look. The little red horse suddenly flew up with its hind legs and kicked him into a somersault. Everyone laughed.

Wu Zhai was overjoyed, so he took out the silver taels and distributed them to several shepherds, thanking them for leading the little red horse over.

The shepherds refused to accept the resignation, so Wu Zhai had no choice but to ask for a magnificent green horse. The shepherd smiled happily and accepted his money.

Wu Zhai turned to Han Xiaoying, laughed and said:

"Let's go back to Jiangnan. Now that the dowry has been settled, I finally have the face to meet my uncle!"

Han Xiaoying laughed and said:

"It's been ten years, and you didn't know about the betrothal gift!"

Not long after, the shepherd had already fitted the two horses with saddles.

Wu Zhai was tall and fat, and he rode a green horse, while Han Xiaoying rode a little red horse, and they rode side by side, heading southeast.

After passing through the desert and grassland in a few days, the two of them felt very happy, galloped their horses, and rushed to Zhangjiakou in one breath, and then stopped at a restaurant by the road.

Han Xiaoying saw that the little red horse was galloping for a long distance this time, and a lot of sweat was oozing from the side of the swollen shoulder. She felt sorry for it, and took a sweat towel to wipe the horse.

Shrinking his hands, he was taken aback.

I saw bright red blood stains all over the sweat towel, and when I wiped it on the red horse's right shoulder, it was also covered in blood.

She was so frightened that she almost shed tears, Wu Zhai said with a smile:

"Don't be afraid, this is the horse that sweats blood. It means sweating blood. When it sweats on its shoulders, it is as red as blood. It is called a heavenly horse in the Western Regions. It has wings like wings and can travel thousands of miles a day."

Han Xiaoying felt relieved when she suddenly heard a noise at the door of the store.

When the two of them walked closer, they saw two shopkeepers yelling at a thin young man in ragged clothes.

The young man was about fifteen or sixteen years old. He wore a dark, worn-out leather cap crookedly on his head. His face and hands were covered with black coal, and his true appearance was no longer visible. Only his eyes were dark and very lively.

He was holding a steamed bun in his hand, and he was grinning, revealing two rows of sparkling white fine teeth, which did not match his whole body.

A clerk exclaimed:
"What are you doing? Why don't you let me go?"

The young man said:

"Okay, let's go."

As soon as he turned away, another clerk called out:
"Put down the steamed bun."

The young man put down the steamed bun as he said, but there were a few dirty handprints on the white steamed bun, and he couldn't sell it anymore.

A guy was furious and punched him, but the boy dodged shortly.

Seeing his pity, Han Xiaoying knew that he was starving, so she rushed to stop him, saying:
"Don't be violent, it will be charged to my account."

He picked up the steamed bun and handed it to the boy.

The young man raised his head, and saw a beautiful woman, dressed in a goose-yellow shirt, with black silk like clouds, skin like snow, gorgeous face, full willow waist, and graceful figure.

He seemed a little surprised, he was stunned for a while, then took the steamed bun, said:
"This steamed bun is not well made, poor thing, let me eat it for you!"

Throw it to a small otter puppy at the door, and the puppy pounces on it and starts chewing.

A clerk exclaimed:
"It's a pity, it's a pity, Shangbai's meat buns are fed to the dogs."

Han Xiaoying was also taken aback, she only thought that the boy was hungry, so he snatched the steamed buns from the store, but he threw them to the dog to eat!

He got a little angry, so he turned around and went back to Wu Zhai's side.

But the young man followed over and saw that Wu Zhai was tall and majestic, weighing at least two hundred and fifty or sixty pounds. He was wearing a sable shawl and an elegant outfit. There was a sharp knife hanging on his dark gold belt. He looked very heroic. Don’t be angry and be proud.

The young man seemed to be taken by his momentum, and suddenly stopped moving forward.

Wu Zhai raised his hand and greeted with a smile:
"Little brother, come over and have dinner together?"

The boy smiled and said:
"Okay, I'm bored by myself, and I'm looking for company."

He spoke with a Jiangnan accent.

When Han Xiaoying heard that the young man was speaking in her native accent, her displeasure suddenly eased.

The three picked a table by the window and sat down. The waiter in the shop saw the dirty and poor look of the young man, and the boss was not happy. After a long time, he lazily brought over the dishes.

The boy broke out and said:

"Do you think I'm poor, so I don't deserve to eat the food in your restaurant? I'm afraid that if you bring the best wine and food, it won't suit my taste."

The waiter said coldly:
"That's right, you old man can figure it out, we can always do it, just afraid that no one will get back the money after eating."

The boy said to Wu Zhai:
"Will you be my host if I eat as much as I want?"

Han Xiaoying frowned, she felt that this young man was very arrogant, but Wu Zhai gently pulled down her sleeve, threw out an ingot of gold and said:

"Whatever this little brother eats, you can do whatever you want, if you don't have enough, give it!"

The shop waiter immediately changed his face, and said submissively:

"Enough, enough!"

The young man glanced at Wu Zhai and said loudly:
"Hey buddy, first come four dried fruits, four fresh fruits, two salty and sour fruits, and four candied fruits."

The waiter in the shop was startled, and said with a low eyebrow:

"What candied fruit do you want, sir?"

The young man said:

"This kind of small hotel in a poor place, I'm sorry you can't get good things out, so that's it, the four dried fruits are lychees, longan, steamed dates, and ginkgo. You pick fresh fruits when they are fresh. For salty and sour, you need to add fragrant cherries and shredded ginger. Meier, I don’t know if I can buy it here? Candied fruit? It’s rose kumquats, fragrant grapes, frosted peach sticks, pear meat, good man.”

The waiter in the shop heard that he was very good at what he said, so he couldn't help but put away his underestimation.

The boy said again:
"There is no fresh fish and shrimp here for the appetizers, um, let's have eight so-so drinks and dishes."

The waiter asked:
"What do you like to eat?"

The boy said:
"Oh, it's impossible to explain clearly. The eight dishes are quail cooked with flowers, fried duck feet, chicken tongue soup, deer tripe stuffed with Jiang Yao, fried mandarin duck and beef tendons, chrysanthemum rabbit shreds, fried camphor legs, ginger vinegar gold and silver Hooves. I only choose dishes that you can cook here. As for the more expensive dishes, we will skip them."

The waiter opened his mouth and couldn't close his mouth. After he finished speaking, he said:

"Are these dishes enough?"

The boy said:
"With twelve dishes for dinner and eight snacks, it's about the same."

The waiter in the shop didn't dare to ask the name of the dish again, for fear that he would not be able to buy what he ordered, so he immediately ordered the chef to choose the best choice, and then asked the young man:
"What kind of wine do you guys use? There is ten-year-old Sanbai Fen wine in the shop, how about two cents first?"

The boy said:
"Okay, let's just deal with it and drink!"

(End of this chapter)