Outer History of Martial Arts - One Horseman

Find the next place.The horse was walking slowly, and a flower girl holding a flower basket on the street stared at him eagerly, but there were only a few scattered flowers in the flower basket.

This time is no longer the time to sell flowers seriously. On this street, some wandering orioles who run single gangs are using the guise of selling flowers to solicit business, and this girl is obviously like this.

Fang Xinqi didn't intend to pay attention to her, but suddenly saw a gardenia made of grass pinned to the girl's temple.His heart moved, and he couldn't help driving his horse closer.

Seeing him walk in, the flower girl narrowed her eyes, smiled coquettishly, and said in a coquettish voice, "Master, do you want to buy flowers?" Like a slender waist.

Fang Xinqi looked at her amusedly, and shook his head. The flower girl's complexion just changed, but she saw him nodding again. The girl couldn't help but ask, "Master, what are you doing?" What is it..."

Before the words were finished, a cool wind suddenly rushed to the sideburns.The flower seller was slightly taken aback, when she heard the sound of horse hooves, the young handsome rider had already driven the horse far away like a gust of wind.When she came back to her senses, she raised her hand to brush her temple hair, and found that the hairpin that was originally there had disappeared.When she lowered her head, she saw that there was an extra piece of silver in the flower basket. She picked it up and weighed it, about two or three taels.

Such a piece of silver, if used to buy grass and flowers, would be enough to fill a whole basket.The flower seller sighed, and said to herself, "Could this man be a lunatic?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard someone behind her laugh loudly, saying: "If he is not crazy, he will fall for you."

The girl frowned, twisted her willow eyebrows, she couldn't help laughing before she looked angry enough.

Before she turned her head, she scolded: "...you short-lived drunk cat again! Trying to scare my mother to death will not work! Where have you gone to be happy these few days? Your gang of brothers can't find you, so they all come here Plaguing my mother! Who cares about the kittens, I am impatient to clean up the mess for others!"

The man laughed and walked out from the dark place, but he was a rough and handsome man with thick eyebrows and big eyes.The clothes were open in the winter, but he didn't show any sign of shrinking. There was a heavy wine gourd pinned to his waist, and the thin part in the middle was polished to a shine. Obviously, the owner of this gourd was an alcoholic who often used it.

The flower seller weighed the money and said with a smile: "You cat is really used to smell fishy smells, knowing that my old lady has business for you, so you just come here, and you can't even touch a shadow on weekdays." No, it's really a heartless one."

Panda asked, "Business?"

The girl glanced at him, and said: "Just now, the man bought a fake flower with more than two taels of silver, so he is clearly a rich man. I have never seen him in Luoyang City, and his appearance does not look like a businessman. The skill, and the smell of blood, I don't know where the hard idea came from - isn't this kind of fish bone the favorite of your naughty cat?"

Hearing what she said, Panda asked seriously: "Is what you said true?"

"Of course." The girl who was questioned rolled her eyes in dissatisfaction, pointed at the tip of her nose, and said, "I don't dare to say anything else, but this nose is the most sensitive and has never made a mistake. The smell of blood is strong, and it took about a day or two, and several lives were lost. What do you think is such a cruel thing?"

Panda'er pondered for a moment, then smiled at the girl, "It's thanks to you for daring to provoke such a person."

The girl raised the flower basket and lightly smashed it on his shoulder, and said with a smile: "The bold ones will die, and the timid ones will starve to death. Cut the nonsense, do you dare to do this?"

***

In the largest restaurant in Luoyang City, Fang Xinqi walked into the private room, and saw a big round table full of wine and vegetables, and a middle-aged man in brocade clothes and mink fur was sitting alone at the table.The sound insulation of the restaurant is pretty good, but in the private room on the left, the sound of joking and joking can be faintly heard, and some unbearable sounds can be heard from time to time.But the middle-aged man didn't seem to realize it, he just drank and ate vegetables by himself.

Xiao Er smiled awkwardly at the two of them, and saw that they didn't seem to have any objections, so she slowly backed away.

Fang Xinqi didn't even say hello to the host, he sat down at the table and was about to pick up some food, when there was another burst of giggles in his ears.The laughter was greasy and slippery, like lard mixed with honey. With a flick of his chopsticks, the vegetables he picked up fell back onto the plate.

He shook off goosebumps all over his body, put down his chopsticks with no appetite, and said to the middle-aged man with the old god in his voice with disgust: "You didn't respond to this, Situ Jiang Zuo, you really are perverted."

Jiangzuo Situ didn't hear anything, and slowly picked up a chopstick and fried three pieces of rice, slowly put it into the plate in front of Fang Xinqi, and spoke slowly, prolonging his voice softly, saying: "Fang Xianggong~ Please use the food~”

The sound of piercing clouds and cracking rocks was so powerful that it lingered for three days, Fang Xinqi's whole body trembled, and the table almost fell off.

He slammed the plate with a full face: "...TAT, brother Jiangzuo Situ, I was wrong..."

Jiangzuo Situ nodded slowly and said, "Good boy."

—Your sister!

Fang Xinqi glared at someone in grief and indignation, but Jiang Zuo Situ calmly ignored him.After a while, Fang Xinqi resigned to his fate, cleared his throat, and asked, "The room next door, if I'm not wrong, is Mr. Jia and others, right?"

Jiangzuo Situ nodded.

In the city of Luoyang, there lived a famous martial artist, who was called "Mengchang of the Central Plains" by people in Jianghu.

Every year at the turn of winter and spring, a chamber of commerce will be held in Ouyang Xi's mansion. Most of the people who can participate in this chamber of commerce are famous and wealthy businessmen, and most of the items that are bid at the chamber of commerce are rare and rare items that are rarely seen on weekdays. precious.

This year's chamber of commerce will be held two days later. Merchants from all over the world have gradually gathered in Luoyang City in the past few days, and Mr. Jia next door is also here to participate in the chamber of commerce.Mr. Jia was known as Jia Bopi, and he was a character who would scrape off two ounces of flesh from the legs of mosquitoes.The merchants he associates with have suffered a lot from him, but Jiang Zuo Situ's eyeing on this person is obviously not to do justice for the sky, but for a piece of goods in his hand.

After all, the source of the news was still before his eyes.

Jiangzuo Situ looked into Fang Xinqi's eyes, and said, "This Jia Bopi has always been in the jewelry business, why is he reselling people this time? Are you really sure about the white in his hand..." Fang Xinqi interjected. "Bai Feifei." Jiang Zuo Situ said, "Yes, that woman named Bai Feifei is stunning? Where did you get the news from?"

Fang Xinqi looked back at the past without dodging, and said with a smile: "Why, don't you still trust me?"

"That's not true." Jiang Zuo Situ said, "It's just a little strange, why do you suddenly care about beauty?"

30. Riding the world of mortals

Fang Xinqi smiled and didn't answer, instead he asked Jiangzuo Situ, "Ouyang Xi's Chamber of Commerce has been around for at least seven or eight years, and the number of merchants participating in each year is not certain, but there is one person who must come every year."

He paused, seeing that Jiang Zuo Situ didn't answer, he could only cough lightly, and then said: "...this man likes to wear black clothes, and anyone who recognizes him should call him Second Lord Leng."

When Jiangzuo Situ heard this, Fang raised his eyebrows: "Second Master Leng? What is his relationship with the three brothers Leng Da Leng in Renyi Zhuang?"

Fang Xinqi gave him a [what do you say] look, and continued: "This Leng Er travels all over the world to do business, and all the money he earns is given to Renyizhuang. The old man, so people who don't know his relationship with Renyizhuang think he is a stingy businessman."

"Speaking of which, this person's temper is quite weird. Although the merchants who do business have contacts with him, they are only on the scene, and the friendship is not deep. But only one person has caught the eyes of this old man. Every year before the Chamber of Commerce is held, , Leng Er will enter Luoyang City a few days in advance, and live in this family for a few days."

——This person is Wang Lianhua, the young owner of Wang Senji Coffin Shop in Luoyang.

It was a night full of moonlight and wind. Wang Senji lived in the backyard of the coffin shop. In the garden, a four-corner gazebo was lit with glazed wind lanterns. A table full of wine and vegetables was placed in the pavilion. A skinny old man covered in patches sat opposite him and had a drink.

The young man was obviously a hospitable host, and while serving dishes, he said with a smile: "Second Uncle rarely comes here once a year. Fortunately, my nephew still remembers Second Uncle's taste. If Second Uncle doesn't use more food and wine, then I won't give it to you." My little nephew has lost face."

This skinny old man is Leng Er, his complexion is sallow, as if made of gray wax, his wrinkled face is rigid, the host's enthusiasm seems to be completely unable to impress the indifferent guests.

The young man seemed to be used to his appearance, and he didn't feel disobedient at all.When pushing the cup to change the cup, suddenly Leng Er said: "At the chamber of commerce in the future, I have something to do, I wonder if you would like to help?" Although his words were asking and asking for help, his tone was Hard and cold, without a hint of pleading.He stared straight at the young man with both eyes, as if if the other party showed any unwillingness, he would immediately walk away.

The young man hurriedly put down his chopsticks, got up and said with a smile, "What did the second uncle say? Just tell me if you have something to say. How dare the little nephew not do his best?" After a pause, he smiled again, and asked cautiously, "But I don't know, what is the second uncle asking my nephew to do?"

Leng Er had a cold face, his eyes were like hooks, and he stared at him motionless for a while.The three-pointed humble and respectful smile on the young man's face remained unchanged. A look of satisfaction flashed across Leng's eyes. He nodded slightly, but suddenly changed the subject and asked, "A toad carved from jadeite the size of a palm, binoculars are two thumbs