Fox Road Travel Notes

Chen Zican reluctantly glanced at the steaming pot on the fire.

It's a good thing to give up halfway again...

He took it down with a wry smile, casually wiped his hands on the stained skirt, and ran towards the front yard.

The deep entrance of Wubao was already crowded with people.

Many disciples of Songjiabao drew their swords and fought as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Before Chen Zican could reach him, he heard a rough voice with a Huguang accent.

He sneered: "Without an invitation, you can't get in?"

"I think what my friends on the road said is true. This Songjiazhuang is no longer like a Jianghu sect, but more like a yamen!"

Chen Zican was shocked, it was him!

Sure enough, it was Mr. Canghai who came.

He wiped his face with his dirty clothes and squeezed through the crowd.

Several Song family disciples recognized him and silently stepped aside.

Two young men in brocade clothes and swords saw that the boy's face was covered with dirt and his clothes were sloppy and dirty. They actually squeezed each other and tried to get in front.

With a cold snort and a slight sinking of his shoulders, Chen Zican stumbled back a few steps.

He bumped into a middle-aged man who was standing on tiptoes and stretching his neck.

The middle-aged man was hit by him and his feet didn't move at all.

Chen Zican, however, seemed to have hit a wall, staggered two steps and almost fell.

The man turned his head, crossed his arms, and glared at Chen Zican.

"Boy, why are you squeezing around? Are you looking for a beating?"

Chen Zican wants to cry but has no tears. Weak chickens have no human rights!

At this time, General Song's rich voice was heard from outside the crowd.

"Songjiazhuang is naturally not a government office, but it is also not a place where cats and dogs can come whenever they want."

"Everything must have rules!"

The crowd parted noisily, and people whispered: "General Song is here, and Deputy Villa Master Xu is here too, haha, it seems that this guy will have to break at least two of his legs..."

"Tch, I bet you, Sanjou..."

Chen Zican was still young and squeezed among these tall and strong warriors, feeling like he couldn't breathe.

Jumping up with all his strength, he saw Song Lieshan dressed in fine clothes, wearing a scarlet cloak and a long beard, standing among the crowd, standing out like a chicken.

He was walking slowly through the onlookers who were automatically breaking open in front of him.

Next to him, half a step behind, is a tall and thin man as straight as a javelin, with eyebrows and eyes like knives, so sharp that people dare not look directly at him.

The two of them were like a lone boat, proudly passing through the crowd that separated and gathered together.

The fun is coming!

You can't see anyone dying!

Chen Zican was so anxious that he scratched his head and pushed forward regardless.

While squeezing, he said in a hoarse voice: "Everyone, give way, please give way. The one being beaten inside is my brother..."

The middle-aged man was stunned and stepped aside.

Chen Zican squeezed and shouted all the way. Everyone thought he was a family member of a disciple in Songjiazhuang, and they all gave way.

Others asked nonstop: "Hey, just now a dozen disciples from Songjiazhuang gathered around them, and when they raised their arms, they all flew out, and they all fell with bruises on their noses and faces."

"Tsk, tsk, boy, who is your brother?"

"I think that eye looks a bit like a black eye. Hurry, help me find a doctor to take a look."

"Martial arts practitioners have lost their moves and can only play with balls..."

Chen Zican finally squeezed his way to the front, and through the gap, he saw that in the doorway, there were more than a dozen Songjiazhuang disciples lying around.

Each and every one of them was beaten to pieces and could not get up.

Lord Canghai was standing on the suspension bridge outside the fort gate.

He still has his head wrapped in blue cloth, a brown cloth suit, and his bare feet are wrapped in white cloth.

Although his face was expressionless and his appearance was ordinary, standing there, he had an aura as vast as the abyss.

Opposite him, two feet away, there was also a person standing in front of the doorway.

The man stood quietly in the dark shadow, his whole person was gray and unremarkable.

It seems that it has become one with the surrounding environment.

General Song led Deputy Village Master Xu out of the crowd, and his tall figure passed through the city gate.

He glanced at the disciples who were lying on the ground and groaning, and shouted: "Go back!"

When more than a dozen disciples heard this, their faces turned gloomy. They gritted their teeth and forced themselves to get up. They supported each other and walked towards the crowd.

Someone pushed Chen Zican: "Boy, who is your brother?"

"Go and give me a hand, why are you standing there stupidly?"

Someone sneered and said: "Everyone is like this, I guess they don't know each other."

Chen Zican took a look and saw that more than a dozen people were all haggard. Some were covering their foreheads, some were covering their mouths, and some had nosebleeds on their faces.

It is estimated that they were all hit in the doorway.

Chen Zican smiled and said: "These are not my brother. My brother is still inside."

Everyone looked at the leopard confronting this strange and evil guest in front of the city gate.

General Song, who was striding over, and Deputy Villa Master Xu were also a little stunned.

Where does this kid come from? Could this be a joke?

General Song walked up to Leopard and said in a deep voice: "What is the purpose of your visit?"

Cang Haijun looked away from Leopard and glanced at him lightly.

He stared at the silent leopard again, with a hint of appreciation in his slender eyes.

"Comrade Jianghu, naturally I'm here to ask for a drink."

"I heard that all the fine wines in northern Henan have been collected by your Song Family Village. If I don't come here, where will I go?"

General Song sneered: "Since we are friends in the world, I, the Song Family Village, will miss you a sip of wine?"

"What do you mean by forcing your way into the villa and injuring my disciple of the Song family?"

Cang Haijun smiled slightly: "I told you, I'm just here to ask for a drink."

"These incompetent people insist on asking me where my name comes from."

"I'm not marrying your Song family, so why are you asking?"

"Anyone who wants to know my name must make me weigh their weight."

"Only then do I know whether he deserves to listen."

Deputy village owner Xu has always been responsible for the defense of Wubao and handling disputes with fellow Jianghu people.

The disciples who were defeated just now were all his confidants who he personally selected for this birthday banquet.

Not only do they have good looks, but they also have to be strong enough in their hands.

Songjiazhuang has been powerful in northern Henan for many years.

Not to mention the troublemakers, even the wandering beggars and the little thieves who cut their hair will consciously walk around.

Today, this evil guest not only speaks loudly, but also has an even worse temper. He also shows no mercy in his actions.

It is said that the dozen or so people in his car were overturned by the unspectacular barbarian in front of them just once.

Let him lose face in front of these visitors from all over.

At this time, seeing Mr. Canghai still speaking arrogantly, he felt angry in his heart.

Brushing the ground, he drew out a huge horse-slaying sword four feet long and one palm wide from his back, holding his hands high.

He shouted violently: "Then Xu, use this sword to ask your Excellency what your name is!"

General Song's eyes were always watching Cang Haijun's every move.

But he couldn't see at all what was so special about this ugly, skinny man.

He stood there, looking lazy, his body was baggy, and there were flaws everywhere.

Only the iron chain wrapped five or six times around his waist and the huge hammer hanging at the end of the chain can show that he must have walked vigorously and had amazing power.

With such a method, Brother Xu's horse-killing sword may not necessarily be able to take advantage.

But his trump card is just enough to restrain him.

Thinking of this, he nodded and took two steps back.