Do you know: I’m Xu Jiazi

Hearing this,

All the government officials in Kaifeng Mansion looked at each other in confusion.

"Boss, what is Wu Lang going to Beiliao Post House for?"

The leader of the government office took a breath and said: "With this young man's temperament, he is not going to wish the envoys of Bei Liao a happy birthday."

"Boss, will everything be okay?"

"What can happen? Let's go back, drink some hot wine, eat some meat, and sleep warmly."

Before I finished speaking,

Before Xu Zaijing and Qingyun left Quyuan Street, in front of Xu Zaijing and Qingyun, there was a salesman wearing a cold leather coat to cover his figure and a fur hat on his head. He put the load on his shoulders aside.

This load is quite similar to the load used by Wu Dalang to sell cooking cakes. It is carried on a shoulder pole between the two shelves.

Judging from the way the salesman held the pole, he seemed to be bowing to Xu Zaijing.

at the same time,

Xu Zaijing, who was riding on the little horse, just glanced at the salesman, and then took out the long sword he was holding upright from the leather pocket next to the stirrup.

Relying on the more than ten feet long pole in his hand,

Before the little Liju could get close,

Xu Zaijing waved the steel gun in his hand towards the salesman.

"Woo!"

The pole in mid-air whistled.

Just when Xu Zaijing was approaching, the salesman's hand on the pole suddenly tightened. He held the pole with both hands and gathered strength before swinging at the little Liju's horse's legs!

But at this time, the pole had already hit his head.

The salesman also reacted quickly, instantly changing his waving movements into blocking by holding up poles with both hands.

Seeing how the salesman's arms were slightly bent and soft and strong, he was confident that after blocking Xu Zaijing's pole, he would instantly adjust his posture and swing the horse's leg again!

but.

"Crack!"

The iron-clad wooden stick as thick as an adult's wrist was directly broken by the heavy pole.

"Click!"

The salesman's collarbone and shoulder blade suffered a heavy blow and instantly deformed and collapsed.

"ah!"

The severe pain made the salesman howl uncontrollably.

The battle of one stick and one stick takes place in less than one breath.

Because the long pole is too long, the blade happens to be unused, but the effect of using this pole is unexpectedly good.

Before the salesman’s lamentation ended,

One of the two men standing at the street intersection in front shouted: "Those five or six people, stop for me!"

Xu Zaijing looked forward and saw several people running and turning into Quyuan Street.

These few people were carrying sticks or hemp ropes on their shoulders, dressed like working people in the city.

He stood still and looked at Xu Zaijing, who was still riding on his horse in the street.

These people gasped and exhaled whitely.

After a while,

Someone reacted quickly and understood what happened, turned around quickly and fled quickly.

The others quickly followed.

But on the way out, they were blocked by the two men who just shouted.

“A good dog stays out of the way!”

One of the people shouted loudly and danced the stick in his hand.

"drive!"

Qingyun next to Xu Zaijing lightly knocked on the horse's belly, shouted angrily and chased after him.

Looking down at the man who was slumped by the shelf and covering his shoulders without saying a word, Xu Zaijing raised his spear slightly and moved towards the man's knee.

"ah!"

The salesman covered his knees with one hand and screamed again.

The screams made the Kaifeng government officials not far behind them tremble. After everyone looked at each other in surprise, they quickly accelerated their pace and ran over.

Come closer,

Looking at Qingyun who was chasing a few people on the street, the leading government servant waved his hand: "Hurry up and help."

The six yamen servants responded and quickened their pace towards the street entrance.

Xu Zaijing said: "Keep an eye on him, don't let him commit suicide."

"Yes! Goro, I understand."

As he spoke, the leading officer, who was panting heavily, swung his scabbard and struck the man in the mouth.

Xu Zaijing took one look and then rode his horse towards the street.

When Xu Zaijing goes far away,

Looking at the miserable condition of the salesman,

A yamen servant gasped and said, "Boss, Wulang, he, he can't make a mistake, right?"

"Are you blind? Which salesman has such a quick response to changing moves? And he still uses a long stick covered with iron?"

After saying that, the leading yamen servant looked condescendingly at the 'goodsman' who had a distorted face and was sweating coldly from the pain in the winter morning, and said: "I don't know where this guy is from!? He dares to mess with the Xu family brother!"

The 'goodsman' broke his shoulder blade and his knee was broken by Xu Zaijing.

The scabbard that knocked his teeth on his face could only be spread out on the ground, his eyes blank, and he said intermittently:

"Didn't I say on the road that this Xu Wulang is a silver-like pewter gun head?"

"All these achievements were caused by his biological father who was the Marquis."

"Ahem!"

The 'seller' coughed and spit out blood and teeth.

"How...why is it so loud...so powerful!"

Hearing this,

The surrounding government officials laughed.

A yamen servant said: "You thieves, the person who said these things to you is trying to kill you! Please give us a name, it will save us from not knowing who died."

"Whoops!"

"Whoops!"

Yanshun ran hard,

With his violent breathing,

The cold morning air rushed into the lungs through the mouth and nose, and the air exhaled from the mouth was still warm, turning into white air in front of him.

"ha!"

"Bah!"

Behind him, a fellow traveler exhaled and shouted, fighting fiercely with the man blocking the road.

"ah!"

Amidst the sounds of sticks and weapons clashing, a fierce cry of pain came.

Yan Shun looked back and saw a white arrow stuck in his companion's back. He staggered forward for two steps and then fell to the ground.

Seeing this scene,

Yanshun hurriedly threw the hemp rope on his shoulder to the ground, ignoring the discomfort in his lungs, and continued to run away.

Speaking of which, Yan Shun had lived a life of luxury a few years ago. At that time, he was the leader of Qingfeng Military Village, with dozens of people under his command, and he was even called brother-in-law with Hua Rong, the village official who looked down on others.

As for why Hua Rong is said to look down on others, it's because Yan Shun has repeatedly expressed that he wants to marry Hua Rong's girl, but Hua Rong refuses to agree.

Not only that, Yan Shun also has a highly capable sworn brother who has entered Prince Yan's palace!

When drinking and eating meat, his sworn brother always boasted that he was very important to King Yan!

Yan Shun didn't believe it at first, but when he pretended to be a robber and killed people to make money, he accidentally provoked the steward of the Gao family in Laizhou. It was his sworn brother who came forward to make peace and was not held accountable.

With such a good sworn brother, Yan Shun naturally worked hard and wanted to marry Hua Rong's sister.

However, the good times did not last long, and the evil plot of Prince Yan's palace disappeared. There was no news about his sworn brother since then, and Hua Rong's thieves made things difficult for him many times.

Fortunately, there is always a way, and he happened to know that a powerful person was interested in the position of Qingfeng Village's village official, so he settled his affairs on Hua Rong.

Regrettably, although Hua Rong was dismissed from his military post, the scene of being lost and desperate did not happen.

Instead, I heard that he had defected to a very extravagant yamen in Bianjing to work elsewhere.

Taking advantage of this incident, Yan Shun fell into the eyes of a powerful man and followed him to become a Maitreya believer and went to Qizhou.

However, the good times did not last long. The Maitreya believers in Qizhou suddenly set fire to kill officials for some unknown reason. After the defeat, Yan Shun could only panic, roll up Xiruan and escape from Qizhou.

After entering Beijing, Yan Shun lived a happy life and got to know many idle people from Bianjing and strong men outside Beijing.

However, life in Bianjing is free and easy, and money is spent like water.

Soon, Yan took advantage of the situation and entered the Wuyou Cave in Bianjing after being introduced by a good man he knew.

During this period, with his own skills, he also earned the name "Jinhu" in Bianjing and Wuyou Cave.

The day before, news of the reward for killing and wounding Wu Lang of the Yongyi Hou Mansion began to spread, and the amount of money alone was staggering to hear.

I have also heard of Xu Wulang's name, Yanshun, but for someone who was just hanging around on the street, who wouldn't have just blown it out of his name?

But Yan Shun sincerely admitted that it was the nobles of Bianjing who had the courage to brag nonsense.

‘Twelve scouts blocked ten thousand white high-stepping cavalry! ? ’

What a thief!

Even when he was drunk and bragging, he wouldn't dare to say that!

So Yan, by the way, teamed up with a few heroes he knew and came to Quyuan Street this morning to check out the location.

The hero who walked in the front pretending to be a salesman was named Wang Ying. He said he was good with a stick and once knocked down a galloping horse in his hometown outside Beijing!

He also said that if he met Xu Wulang and Xu Liulang today, he would let him taste the iron rod in his hand.

But, the result is.

With so much on his mind, Yan Shun only ran eleven or two steps. When he heard the sound of horse hooves behind him, he looked back in panic.

Then,

Yan Shun's eyes widened as he watched Xu Zaijing on horseback level the long spear, and the Xu family's followers further away drew their bows again.

In an instant, Yan Shunfu stopped running in his heart. He knelt on the hard and cold ground with quick movements, raised his hands and shouted: "Grandpa, spare my life, the villain is surrendering!"

"Whoosh"

A bright light flashed in front of Yan Shun's eyes, and then he felt his scalp tighten and feel cold, as a long blade passed through his bun!

After a moment, the messy hair falling from his head was blown away by the cool breeze brought by the little Liju passing by.

"Xi Lv Lv"

The horses neighed,

Immediately, there was a slight vibration on the ground beneath Yan Shun's knees.

"Ta-ta-ta-ta."

The sound of horseshoes hitting the ground gradually came closer. Yanshun knelt down and looked at the strong legs of the majestic black horse in front of him, as well as the bursts of white air spurting from the horse's nose.

"Gudong"

Yan Shun swallowed, touched the top of his head tremblingly, and then fell to the ground: "Thank you, grandpa, for not killing! Thank you, grandpa, for not killing."

"Go and send the rope over."

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came a calm voice.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

With that said, Yan Shun stood up, ran a few steps to pick up the hemp rope, and walked towards the people who had been killed and subdued by Qingyun and the Imperial City officials.

Xu Zaijing followed Yan Shun to the intersection of Quyuan Street, where the Kaifeng government officials had already dragged the 'goodsman' over.

After glancing at Yan Shun who was handing out the rope to tie people up, the leader of the Yamen raised his hands and said:

"Wu Lang, the bandit with the broken leg is the 'Sexy Tiger' who has gained quite a reputation on the road recently. I heard he is good with a stick. It is best to rob a good family and destroy him in Wuyou Cave."

Xu Zaijing nodded and said: "I will take them to Beiliao Post House later. If this guy can survive, I will give him to Kaifeng Mansion then."

The leading Yamen servant and his companions looked at each other and said, "Yes."

Xu Zaijing glanced at the two imperial city officials again, nodded and said, "Thank you for your hard work!"

The injured and lame Imperial City official raised his hands and said, "It's my humble duty."

Xu Zaijing nodded, took out his private seal from his bosom and threw it to Qingyun, saying: "Tell Qingcao to move two boxes of silver from my private vault to Brother Zhao."

"Yes, sir."

Qingyun held the private seal and responded, then rode towards the Marquis' Mansion.

After the thieves were tied up, Qingyun also rode back.

Afterwards,

the hemp ropes tied to seven or eight thieves who were dead or injured were tied to Qingyun's saddle.

Among them, the thieves who were hit by feather arrows were dragged behind Xu Zaijing's horse without the arrows being pulled out.

The blood dripping or flowing from the thieves fell on the streets of Bianjing in winter.

Some of the yamen runners of Kaifeng Prefecture went back to the yamen to report, while others followed Xu Zaijing and the others.

When Xu Zaijing rode out of the Marquis' Mansion, it was already 2:30 in the morning (7:30 in the morning).

After a lot of trouble at the street corner, it was already three quarters past the hour of Chen.

At this time, the morning sun rose in the east and the sky was bright.

Although there were fewer passers-by on the streets of Bianjing in winter after the snow than at other times, it was not deserted.

Among the passers-by,

some were peddlers who were going to set up stalls to sell New Year pictures and peach charms,

some were servants and idlers who delivered freshly baked snacks and fruits to wealthy families,

some were wealthy officials who had been drinking with courtesans and friends in brothels until dawn last night and returned home,

some were women who were dressed decently and brought servants to do business in the deep mansions, or stewards and maids who went shopping early in the morning,

and of course there were soldiers patrolling the shops and ordinary Bianjing people who emptied chamber pots and chamber pots.

On the streets of Bianjing, Xu Zaijing and his group were naturally very eye-catching.

After all, they were tied wounded people who were screaming and bleeding all the way, and there were also dead bodies with feather arrows stuck in their bodies.

Those who were injured and could not keep up were dragged behind the horses regardless of life or death, and the yamen runners of Kaifeng Prefecture followed behind.

Such a spectacle was rare in Bianjing, so many people put aside their own affairs, took a car or walked, and followed Xu Zaijing and his group to watch the fun. Soon there were quite a few people.

Apart from anything else, telling the "clients" of the deep house about what happened today, or telling relatives and friends around the New Year, it is guaranteed to make people stunned.

At this time,

A well-dressed woman on the roadside suddenly muttered "Amitabha" silently, looked at Xu Zaijing in the front, and said:

"This young master! Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda! No matter whether these people owe your family money, rent, or have offended you, you should not humiliate them so recklessly!"

"No matter what happened, let the dead rest in peace, and can the living stop bleeding?"

"No matter what they did, they should not suffer such hardships."

As she said this, the woman also pointed at Wang Ying, the "sex tiger" who was dragged away and injured his shoulders and knees.

Looking at the miserable wailing and screaming of several people behind the Qingyun horse, some passers-by and people watching around nodded in agreement.

Xu Zaijing tilted his head and exhaled a breath of white air, and slowly stopped without speaking.

The leading Kaifeng yamen runner on the side bowed and said: "Madam, do you know what the nickname of the man you are pointing at is? What has he done?"

Hearing the yamen runner's question,

"How do I know what he does!" The woman shook her head.

Some of the onlookers looked at the 'sex tiger' curiously, while others looked at Yan Shun, the only one standing and walking without any injuries, with puzzled eyes.

The leading yamen runner slowly bowed to the people around and said: "Do you recognize him?"

In the crowd, a eunuch accompanying the carriage said puzzledly: "This standing man looks like Mr. Yan Sanye, nicknamed 'Jinhu'."

Yan Shun, who was tied with hemp rope, lowered his head.

"Yes, it's him."

"This is Wang Ying, the 'curly tiger' who has recently become famous among the evil men and stubborn thieves. By the way, he has a more famous nickname 'sex tiger'."

After the yamen runner finished speaking,

"Hiss!"

Some people took a breath of cold air.

The rich people, servants and maids who were watching the scene all started to whisper and ask about the matter.

Hearing the words of "rape, plunder and commit all kinds of evil", "seeking good families to abuse every day", and "having a strange taste and eating people's internal organs", the woman who had just tried to dissuade him was frightened and took several steps back and almost fell down.

"Captain, you said this man is a sex tiger. He has an iron-wrapped jujube wood stick that is invincible in Bianjing. Several famous strong men on the road have suffered losses. Where is the jujube wood stick?"

Someone in the crowd shouted.

The yamen runner smiled and held the unsheathed waist knife in both hands, and bowed and said, "The stick is here."

He pointed to the two broken wooden sticks tied to the legs of the sex tiger.

Seeing that Yan Shun still had some loyalty, the broken stick helped Wang Ying fix his injured leg.

"It's him!"

"That's him!"

"It's this evil thief!"

Someone in the crowd who recognized him shouted,

Then,

A frozen snowball flew out of the crowd and hit the body next to Wang Ying.

"Let's go."

Xu Zaijing's legs moved slightly, and the little black colt continued to move forward.

Every day when he went to school, Xu Zaijing went out very early. If someone didn't know him, they would ask passers-by about him.

Along the way,

some idle men and servants who saw Xu Zaijing from time to time turned around and left, and their whereabouts were unknown.

On the main street of Panlou,

In the elegant room of Qiyunlou,

there was a hurried knock on the door,

"Young Master, Young Master?"

The sound of a servant fishing a cart sounded at the door.

On the bed in the private room, Liang Han, who was hugging a girl, called out in a daze: "Come in!"

After the door opened,

the servant fishing a cart walked quickly to the bed and said: "Sir, just now a idle man came to report that he saw Jing Ge'er on the street."

"Sure, he saw it. Jing Ge'er is not a girl, so he will go out naturally. Did you give him money?"

Liang Han said without opening his eyes.

"Yes! But sir, I heard that Jing Ge'er rode a horse, and behind the horse were seven or eight famous thieves and villains in Bianjing! I heard that the thieves and villains were either dead or injured."

"What?"

Liang Han sat up suddenly, causing the courtesan on the bed to shyly pull the quilt to cover her body.

"Quick, let's go and see!"

Liang Han asked while putting on his clothes: "Where did Jing Ge'er go, did you find out clearly?"

The courtesan hurriedly put on an inner garment and helped Liang Han put on his clothes.

Diao Che thought for a moment, then bowed his head and said, "It seems that they are going to Bei Liao Posthouse."

Liang Han stood up from the bed and said, "The envoys from Bei Liao who came to pay New Year's greetings to Your Majesty have only been here for three days?"

"Yes, sir!"

"Hurry up, hurry up, I have to go and see! It's so lively!"