Fox Road Travel Notes

Chen Zican smiled slightly, stepped on the bench, and raised his voice to chant.

"The strong man's knife is as fast as the wind, but the widow's hand is light and loose. I picked up pieces of peach blossom petals and put them into the silk without leaving a trace. If you swallow them, you will be afraid of biting the flesh on the tip of your tongue. If you pick them up, they will be blown by the wind from your nose. If they fly away, you cannot catch them. Live and dance with butterflies in the blue sky."

Wang Heming heard these words, although the language was vulgar, not to mention the meter.

However, Fu, Bi, and Xing are actually quite organized, full of spirit and content, and the style is not low.

I was secretly surprised: Zican is really a genius!

If someone teaches you carefully, it will not be difficult to become a great poet in the future!

I couldn't help but take the lead in applauding and shouted: "What a poem!"

Who among the brothers in Dongting Water Village does not know that Wang Heming is an outstanding talent in Jiangxiang area.

He never praises people easily, let alone flatters them with flattery.

If he calls it good, it must be good and excellent...

After hearing this, everyone laughed and applauded.

They all felt that the writing in this poem was extremely appropriate, and the metaphors were exaggerated and interesting. What’s even more rare is that everyone could understand it. What is a good poem?

The strong man turned back suddenly, with an angry look on his face, and a pair of sharp eyes like an eagle, staring directly at Chen Zican.

From the first time they met, he always seemed a little lost and uninterested in anything.

Even if it was to warn Monk Tong, he secretly revealed his superb kung fu, but he did so with great restraint, obviously unwilling to cause trouble.

At this time, just because Chen Zican mocked Widow Chen, it seemed to touch his reverse scale.

He stood there with his eyes wide open, his strong figure seemed to have grown a few inches taller, and he exuded an aura that looked down on the world.

Monk Tong jumped out and stood in front of Chen Zican.

He shouted: "What? Grandma, are you going to do something?"

"I have noticed that you don't look like a good guy. You are either a ruthless gangster who kills people and sells goods, or you are a thief who slipped through the net."

"Tell me, what do you want to do by hiding here with your head and tail exposed?"

When the strong man heard this, he was silent for a moment, his momentum slowly diminished, and he bowed his hands in front of everyone.

He said in a deep voice: "What happened today is indeed the fault of the shop. I would like to apologize to all the guests. I also hope that you will be merciful and merciful..."

Before he finished speaking, a rough voice shouted: "What's the fuss about?"

"Shopkeeper, are you still doing business? The customers have been sitting here for so long without being greeted by anyone?"

"Go and bring me a jar of wine..."

Everyone turned around and saw a rather ugly middle-aged man with a blue cloth-covered head, wide mouth, big nose and small eyes sitting at a wooden table at the far side under the persimmon tree.

Chen Zican's eyes lit up and his heart beat faster.

Although this face is not good-looking, in his eyes, it is simply better than Xi Tzu!

Taking a closer look, sure enough, he was still wearing the same coarse cloth shorts, with no shoes or socks on his feet, only white cloth wrapped around the arches of the feet...

This, Mr. Canghai!

Isn't this the big iron vertebrae at the Wuliuzhuang party and the night battle with Alima - Mr. Canghai?

Among the men here who were highly skilled in martial arts and experienced in martial arts, no one, including the unfathomable shop assistant, noticed when he was sitting there.

Chen Zican was extremely excited. Finally, he saw the protagonist of this scene again.

The opportunity is not to be missed, but it cannot be missed again like last time.

Thinking of this, I picked up the unopened jar of "Shandong Yaoliang Shao" on the table, walked over and placed it in front of him.

He smiled and said: "You can drink from this jar first..."

At this time, Wang Heming also recognized that he was the gangster who defeated Alima Xingzang that day and blocked the blow for himself and Chen Zican.

Come quickly to see the gift.

Cang Haijun stared at Chen Zican silently, his eyes were clear and he said nothing.

As if unaware, Chen Zican opened the mud seal for him and handed it to him with a smile.

Cang Haijun stretched out his left hand. He was not very tall and his hand was not very wide. It seemed that he could not hold the black pottery wine jar at all.

But the strange thing is that the wine jar with a big belly and a small mouth sticks to his palm, as if it has taken root.

He slowly raised the wine jar, raised his head and took a sip, frowning.

He shook his head and sighed: "It's really a blessing."

Who would have thought that Liang, the majestic leader of the Huaisi Wulin, who was the most popular street knight in Nanjing back then, would be hiding in the countryside selling fake wine! "

"Hehe, interesting..."

The big man helped Widow Chen to the door. Hearing these words, he stopped and turned around slowly, his eyes calm.

He said calmly: "Liang Qiuju died on the banks of the Qinhuai River three years ago. Why bother looking for him?"

Mr. Canghai laughed loudly, which shocked Lin Yue.

"How can we just say the cause and effect in this world!"

"Even if it's real death, it may not be able to bring relief, let alone a fake death?"

Widow Chen also felt that the atmosphere was not right at this time and pulled Liang Qiuju.

He whispered: "Old Liang, go in quickly, I will deal with it outside..."

Liang Qiuju shook his head slightly, turned around and held her shoulders, comforting her softly: "Don't be afraid, go under the boiling water."

He didn't look back, he just paused.

He said in a deep voice: "Sir, please wait a moment. If you want anything, please wait until you finish eating this bowl of noodles!"

After that, he slowly helped Widow Chen into the house.

Cang Haijun stared at his back, with a hint of approval in his eyes.

He tapped the wine jar with his finger, glanced at Chen Zican and Wang Heming who were still standing, and raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

"The military advisor of the King of Dongting Water Village, and this one, the descendant of Zhou Dianxian."

"Well, Chen Xiaoxian, come on, please take a seat!"

Speaking of Zhou Dianxian and Chen Xiaoshenxian, his tone was obviously ridiculing, but it was not sarcastic.

Chen Zican knew in his heart that for a person like him, his little tricks would be just a joke if exposed.

I'm afraid that he will have a bad opinion about his dirty tricks.

He touched his nose and smiled awkwardly: "What kind of god am I?"

"A few trivial tricks are insulting to my senior's hearing! Hehe..."

Cang Haijun looked him up and down and laughed, but there was no smile in his eyes.

"It's enough to injure the boy monk and stop plowing the fields, and force Alima to retreat. At that time, I thought it was just a small trick."

"The bananas were cut off in the air at Wuliu Village, and the old boy Calabash King was so frightened that he bowed his head in submission."

"Although I didn't understand it, you must have used some kind of bluffing method. It's not surprising."

"But the "Dongting Feidu Picture" in Handan City is really magical."

"It really baffles me!"

"But all of this is nothing compared to your good deeds of saving hundreds of thousands of victims!"

"I see what you have done. You are generous and generous. Although you don't have any martial arts skills, you are enough to be called a chivalrous person."

"Come on, Chen Xiaoxian, let me toast you first!"

Said it was a cup, but there was no cup.

What was handed over was a wine jar.

At this moment, he seemed to have thought of something, and frowned: "This wine is too bland, it's really not interesting!"

He retracted his hand, held the wine jar, and stopped talking.

Chen Zican was surprised when he heard that he actually understood clearly what he had done along the way.

Then I realized that there was no contempt or disdain in his tone. Instead, he seemed to be very interested in his little tricks, and he felt relaxed.

He said with a smile: "This wine is indeed not worthy of your unrivaled heroism."

Cang Haijun smiled: "It doesn't matter, I should be able to get it in my mouth now..."

He grabbed the jar and shook it, only to hear a "pop" sound, as if something had broken.

The pieces hit each other and made a rustling sound.

He reached out again and handed the wine jar to Chen Zican.

"Come on, how about a taste?"