Inscription of Different Cases

Han Lang felt like a three-year-old child who went out to watch a temple fair for the first time. He didn't know anything, and his face was full of doubts.

"You don't have a weapon, a stick is enough?"

"The weapon given by the old man is very ugly, and the name is ugly. It has long been pawned."

Han Lang didn't know whether the old man He Yijiu was referring to was his father or his master, and it was the first time he heard that he didn't use the weapon because the name didn't sound good. It's a waste. What kind of weapon do you hate so much?"

"Prefer not to say."

"Hey."

He Yijiu glanced at him again, and said, "You never leave your sword, so it's definitely not an official's saber, it's passed down from your family?"

Han Lang nodded, seeing He Yijiu approaching, he simply pulled out the sword and showed him the size.This is a short sword, about two feet three inches long, with a blue phoenix pattern engraved on the hilt.Ordinary warriors are unwilling to use this kind of short sword, thinking that the blade is thin, light in weight, and the lethality is too poor.However, the "Nine Quick Sword Styles" handed down by Han Lang's family originally focused on swiftness and ruthlessness, which can kill people in a blink of an eye. With this short sword, it can be said that they complement each other and are indispensable.

This sword was a relic of Han Lang's mother, and the scabbard was engraved with three ancient seal characters of "Feng Bu Yan". He Yijiu raised his eyebrows when he saw it.Han Lang thought that the other party was going to make fun of him, for example, he was a big man using this kind of sissy dagger.But He Yijiu just thought for a moment, and then said: "I heard that Chu Fengrou, known as 'Chi Lian Peony', married a county captain named Han and disappeared since then. Is she your mother?"

Han Lang didn't expect He Yijiu to guess it, so he nodded in surprise.

"No wonder," said He Yijiu, "the last time I fought against you, I felt that your martial arts are not simple. Just being a county captain is really inferior. Why don't you go to the rivers and lakes?"

Han Lang was taken aback, and sighed invisibly: "I'm different from you. I don't have that kind of free and easy spirit, and I don't have that much ability. I just want to do one thing well with peace of mind, which is to be a child like my father." An ordinary county lieutenant. I'm not interested in anything else."

"Capability?" He Yijiu turned to look at him, "What do you think I am capable of?"

Han Lang thought for a moment: "You know a lot, including martial arts, medicine, physiognomy... and many indescribable skills. You seem to be born to be extraordinary, and you are good at everything."

He Yijiu laughed unscrupulously, hooked Han Lang's shoulder and brushed his hair: "Secretly watching me?"

Han Lang didn't respond, and had an expression of "you think too much".He Yijiu twitched his lips, and said again: "You think too highly of me. Physiognomy, feng shui, and skin selling medicine, how much difference can it make? The test is all about the ability of the eyes, mouth, and head. The innocent become a ghost." Ghost, a healthy person becomes a sick person, a little devil becomes a fierce ghost, and a small disease is terminally ill. It’s not all what I say and what they believe. The old man spent more than ten years only teaching me two skills: one is layout, waiting for fools Jump in, take the money and leave, it's that simple."

"What if they don't believe you?"

He Yijiu laughed out loud: "That's even easier. The old man also taught me another skill: I can't be fooled, and walking is the best. But I am different from him, I am born a martial arts wizard. Can't get away? Then fight a joy."

Han Lang was speechless, and said again: "Then what should I do if I really encounter a ghost or a terminal illness?"

"Then you won't look for me. There are many reliable Taoist priests and doctors in the world, and those on the street are useless. Only the poor, short-lived, heartless, local rich, and sour and rotten scholars are the best to earn money. Even if there are other idiots who come to the door, I will just fool him, earn what should be earned, and then let him hire someone else."

"Then haven't you always been able to earn a small amount of money?"

"Yes, it's smaller than a fly's egg, that's why the old man thinks about the government bank. Given him a hundred brains, he wouldn't have imagined that I would dare to use the tricks he taught to grab territory, join the underworld, and get a bunch of people who are similar to him. He probably thought that I would have to kneel and lick his stinky tricks all my life, and regretted not learning more. Bah, Mr. He, I have a lot of promise, so I just want to tell him that I am different from him! "

After listening to this passionate speech, Han Lang seemed to understand something.He could tell that He Yijiu hated his master, who treated him like a beast and forced him to follow the same path as himself.But He Yijiu has more conscience and courage than that person.He will find his own way out, and he will never end up in a dead city wall like his master.

Han Lang rarely admires people, but at this moment he secretly admires He Yijiu.Not only because of the other party's courage and insights, but also because of his ability to strategize and his unrestrained mind.

So he stared at He Yijiu's side face, and gradually lost his mind, until the other party suddenly approached, his breath almost reached his eyebrows: "What are you looking at?"

The faces of the two were so close that they were about to touch each other by only half an inch, which shocked Han Lang.What's the matter, why do you suddenly feel that your face is burning?His eyes didn't know where to look, and his brain seemed to be rusted.

There was no one on the street, it was pitch black, only the dim light of white paper lanterns permeated in the distance, He Yijiu's eyes were extraordinarily bright under the light, and against that handsome face, Han Lang, who was already thinking wildly, became even more Fa palpitation shortness of breath, only feel back sweating, whole body tense.Until He Yijiu let go of him, and cast a meaningful look.

Han Lang's heart was still throbbing, his face finally calmed down, he hurriedly cleaned up his messy mood, turned his head and muttered: "Don't get so close, it's very strange."

"What's wrong?" He Yijiu smiled faintly.

"Uh...I mean—by the way, aren't you going to the east of the city to find some big boss? Have you arrived yet?"

"There's still some way to go," He Yijiu still smiled, blinking his eyes, "What's wrong with you? You're always in a daze after listening to my words."

"It's nothing." Han Lang looked away guiltily.

Fortunately, He Yijiu didn't pursue it further, and changed the topic to other places.When the two arrived at Santou Camp, he specifically told Han Lang: "Don't make any noise, don't do anything, just follow me. Don't pay attention to what I say."

Han Lang couldn't help tensing his back, and replied, "Okay."

He thought it would be a very tense atmosphere. When the two sides met, their swords were on the verge of breaking out, from provoking each other to starting to fight.But He Yijiu just walked leisurely inside with the stick on his shoulders, like walking in a night market.

At the end of the road is a narrow alley, the doors of the houses on both sides are closed, and the sandy road is covered with stinky sewage, reflecting a dull light under the reflection of white paper lanterns.As the alley gradually extended into the dark, Han Lang smelled a strong smell of alcohol, followed by unrestrained laughter and cursing.In the crowded alleyway, there are piles of old cargo boxes, broken awnings and all kinds of rubbish. In this environment, a group of people sit together in twos and threes, drinking and making noise, and using dirty words one after another. One jumped out.

Someone noticed the arrival of the two of them, and with a "snap", a wine jar was thrown directly at He Yijiu's feet.He Yijiu's expression didn't change, and Han Lang also remained calm. He raised his head and looked around. There were at least thirty people, and there might be others farther away, but there were no experts.

He understood He Yijiu's self-confidence.An ordinary gang in the corner of the county seat is indeed nothing to be afraid of.If it weren't for the county magistrate not having the slightest interest in these social dregs who can't squeeze out oil and water, Han Lang might have sent someone to copy their hometown long ago.

It's a pity that there is no order. As a county lieutenant, he can't do anything, and it's his first time here.At this time, He Yijiu gave him a steady look, took a step forward, and let out a sneer: "Why, why did you invite Master He to drink as soon as you came?"

"Put your mother's shit on!" Someone yelled, but was stopped by a man who looked like a leader.Han Lang saw a burly man walking slowly down from a high platform, his face was illuminated by the dim light, he was in his 30s, his face was full of flesh, there was not a single hair left on his head, and he was wider than the average person lock up.

It really is a big head.Han Lang thought.It seems that he is also the most powerful figure in this group of mobs.

Zeng Datou walked towards He Yijiu with a smirk on his face: "Master He is here, Zeng is not far away to welcome you."

He Yijiu didn't seem to intend to talk nonsense with him at all, he pushed aside the fragments of the wine jar with his toes, and smashed the end of the wooden stick to the ground.

"Datou Zeng, you should know what I'm here for," He Yijiu said, with a smirk on his face, and his knuckles were clicking, "We can do it together, don't waste time."

As soon as the words were finished, three people rushed towards him. He Yijiu didn't even lift his stick, and he sent a right hook that sent one of them flying. It was thrown out like a chicken cub, and hit the head of the last person.

All three fell to the ground and couldn't get up.

Zeng Datou's expression changed slightly, and Han Lang could see that he was a little impatient.At this time, He Yijiu yawned leisurely, changed his slack posture, and urged: "Hurry up, I'm still rushing back to sleep."

A few more people rushed up, and another wanted to hide from the side and attack.Han Lang saw He Yijiu's disorganized but fierce martial arts again. Two of them had their arms broken by him, one's jaw was broken by kicking him, and the one who attacked was thrown on his back and stepped on his heart. .A stream of bright red blood sprayed out directly from the nostrils of the unlucky ghost, followed by the corners of the mouth and eyes.The blood dripped down the cheek weakly, and finally merged with the sewage all over the floor, and beside it was a front tooth that fell out of someone's mouth.

He Yijiu's wooden stick still didn't move.

Some people had already flinched, only Zeng Datou stood where he was pretending to be calm.He Yijiu seemed to want to end the battle earlier, so he spat, stepped on someone's head, and deliberately rubbed back and forth a few times.A mournful cry came from under his feet, and even Han Lang couldn't bear it, so he could only remind himself repeatedly: use violence to control violence.It's what they deserve.

"Call me dad, and I'll forgive you." He Yijiu said, his tone was extremely gentle, as if full of parental love.Only this kind of provocation is the most effective, Zeng Datou couldn't bear it anymore, he shouted violently, rounded his blade and rushed over.

When he moved, everyone followed suit.He Yijiu laughed, kicked away the unlucky ghost under his feet, swayed his body, and the first round of offensive failed before his eyes.The next moment, the wooden stick in his hand drew a huge circular arc, and an astonishing air wave made a terrifying sound of breaking through the air. All the people who were close to him were sucked in, thrown into the sky, and fell back to the ground heavily.

In the blink of an eye, several people were lying on the ground. Zeng Datou held a long knife and slashed straight at his face. He Yijiu laughed, "I'm courting death", and hit back with a stick.For a while, the alleyway was full of swordsmen, Zeng Datou was able to fight back reluctantly at first, but then he was suppressed so that he could not parry.There was really no suspense in this fight, Han Lang thought to himself, it was a group of children holding toys to challenge a fully armed hooligan.

The two bodies intertwined, He Yijiu was scratched on the wrist, blood snaked down the arm.But his expression remained the same, his body leaped forward, the wooden stick in his hand lifted the opponent's blade, and smashed directly at Zeng Datou's face.

The screams came immediately.

He Yijiu didn't accept the move, and made up for it hard.This time Zeng Datou couldn't get up at all, he convulsed and panted on the ground in pain, screaming incessantly.His little brothers had different expressions, some ran away, and some looked at He Yijiu timidly, hesitating whether to kneel down and beg for mercy.

"You don't look very good, huh?" He Yijiu sucked the blood off his wrist, and lifted Zeng Datou's oversized head with one hand.Han Lang's angle was enough to clearly see the trembling body of the opponent, that person was even kicking his legs unconsciously, making a futile escape.

"Scream daddy, be obedient."

Zeng Datou muttered something in his gnat-like voice, but Han Lang couldn't hear him, he could only hear the beating of his heart in his chest.He didn't know what mood he was in right now, it was chaotic and mixed.He could only stand still at the same spot, seeing He Yijiu throw Zeng Datou away, and then said in a loud voice: "You Qingya Gang, it's time for a new leader."

A short man knelt down at his feet with a plop, and shouted: "Ren, let Master He order."

"I don't get involved in your business, it's all in the same way, everyone eats a bowl of rice, there's no need for anyone to grab the other. If this big head gets off the stage, our beams will disappear, and nothing will happen," he said. His foot ran over Zeng Datou's body again, "If there is blood, remember to apply the blood, and if you have a background, don't forget your Lord He. He is too lazy to care about other things."

A strong man interjected aggressively, "Why are you bleeding!"

He Yijiu sneered, hard and hard.The strong man made a gesture to move forward, the next moment his weapon inexplicably appeared in He Yijiu's hand, was twisted into two pieces, and fell to the ground.

"I heard that you have brought people who eat fishy food into the threshold. It's a big deal, and you don't even need to share it with Mr. He." As soon as the words fell, another short-sighted knife came over, and He Yijiu picked it up and smashed it against the wall. Like a broken sack, it slid beside Zeng Datou.

"Okay, who else?" He Yijiu pressed his knuckles again.

No one came forward.

So He Yijiu turned around, ignored the several people lying on the ground, and walked straight towards Han Lang.There were not many complex expressions on his face, just a lazy smile, but Han Lang clearly heard the heavy swallowing sound in his throat.

It is admiration, but also instinctive fear.

He Yijiu didn't care about his reaction, reached out to hook his shoulder, and arched his cheek with his hairy head.This moment of tenderness caught Han Lang a little unprepared, and it took him a while to remember to push him away: "What are you doing?"

He Yijiu continued to laugh: "I've got it done here, you can ask whatever you want."

Han Lang coughed dryly and walked over expressionlessly.In the eyes of everyone on the field, he is a mysterious person who has never made a move, and even He Yijiu respects him very much.They couldn't understand Han Lang's background, so they were terrified of him.Zeng Datou and a group of his subordinates rolled and howled at his feet, their faces were covered with blood, they were extremely terrifying.Some even wanted to pull his trousers, begging him to spare their lives.Han Lang frowned even tighter, raised his footsteps but paused for a moment, and finally bypassed them.

You just came to ask about the kidnappers.He warned himself that this group of people is a group of rogues and villains, according to the law, they should also suffer dozens of slaps, and they will not end up better than the current situation.

After asking what he should ask, it was almost dawn.He and He Yijiu went back together, without saying a word all the way, always shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere.When he reached the door of the house, He Yijiu suddenly patted him on the back, sighed and said, "Blame me, I won't ask you to go next time."

Han Lang frowned: "I'm not afraid."

"That's not what it means," He Yijiu said. "Is it uncomfortable? There's no way. Law and morality don't work in many places."

Han Lang was silent.

He Yijiu smiled, and put his arms around Han Lang's shoulders again: "You and I are two people, I know. You continue to be your county captain, and Master He will help you with some dirty work when you are bored, it doesn't matter. "

"why?"

"You're too clean," he smiled and rubbed Han Lang's neck, "I can't bear you to be dirty."

Han Lang kicked him in the stomach, and he wailed, still smiling.Afterwards he happily walked away, and Han Lang returned to the house alone, his heart pounding like it was about to jump out of his throat, shaking his bones all over his body.

Oops.he thinks.

He felt a strange thought hidden in his chest, like a wild beast, making a deafening whistling sound.