Famous in the Jianghu [Comprehensive Martial Arts]

After coming out of the teahouse, Mr. Storyteller went into an alley. After entering the alley, he made a detour and walked into a small courtyard that looked a bit dilapidated.

"Are you back?" There was a man in a gray robe standing in the yard. The man was wearing a square scarf and had a clean face. He looked like a scholar.

"He comes back at the latest every time." Another man in brown said.

At this time, if you often go around various restaurants and teahouses, you may be able to recognize that these three people are storytellers who often appear in these places.

"Didn't I bring you something to eat?" The storyteller said, and then stuffed a bag of snacks that he just brought back from the teahouse into the hands of the man in gray robe.

"Speaking so much every day, I only earn more than ten yuan. If there is no money in the building, then I will starve to death." The storyteller smiled and sighed, "I am so uncomfortable wearing this mask. "

As he spoke, he touched his temple with his right hand, and took off a human, skin, and mask as thin as a cicada's wings.

"Who made you too arrogant before, so that the portrait is still hanging on the government's reward column." The gray-robed man opened the bag of snacks, picked up a piece and took a bite.

The tea in this teahouse is not good, but the dim sum is good.

"I don't think I did anything wrong." The storyteller revealed a childish face after removing the person, skin, and mask. It should be that he has not yet reached the crown.

"I didn't say you were wrong." The gray-robed man said helplessly.

Previously, Mr. Storyteller robbed many wealthy households in a city, exchanged their money for food and distributed it to the local starving people.

This incident became quite a big deal, and Mr. Storyteller was put on the government's reward list, but he has not yet come down.

"Is there any water to drink?" Before the people arrived, the voice reached their ears through the door.

This time, a casually dressed man came in through the door, holding a few candies in his hand, which were left over after he gave them to the children playing in the street.

This time his task is to pass those stories to the ears of children.

The children at this time are very wild, and their parents don't have time to watch them for the sake of making a living, and they play wildly everywhere every day.

There are several people like them in various regions of the Central Plains.

"The water is inside." The man in brown said.

"Thanks." The man smiled and put a few candies in the hands of the man in brown clothes, then walked past him.

He talked on the street for a long time, but there was no water for him to drink.

......

Sea island.

On the shore, an old man in ordinary clothes who looked like an ordinary fisherman was sitting there.

He was holding a pair of fishing rods in his hand, half-closed his eyes as if he was waiting for a fish to be hooked and fell asleep.

"Did you catch any fish?" Gong Jiu was dressed in white, and the sea breeze was a bit strong. He squinted his eyes and walked behind the little old man.

The little old man, who seemed to have fallen asleep just now, picked up the wine jug that was on the side, raised his head and took a sip, and said with a smile: "Fishing requires patience the most. I was going to take the bait. Who told you to scare them away?" Woolen cloth."

The jug in his water is also very ordinary, but as long as someone who knows wine smells it, he will know that the jug is filled with some high-quality wine that is hard to buy.

Without looking at the little old man, Gong Jiu looked at the rolling waves in the distance, and said: "It's because you moved too slowly that gave the fish a chance to escape."

The little old man paused while drinking, then turned to look at Gong Jiu.

"You're right." After a while, he didn't get angry and smiled.

"Where is the beef soup? Doesn't she like to follow you the most?" The little old man stood up, took back the fishing rod, and asked.

"She has gone to the Central Plains." Hearing the name of beef soup, Gong Jiu said.

The little old man: "Go to the Central Plains?"

Gong Jiu: "She wants to take a look at the landlord Wangchuan."

The little old man understood, and said with a smile: "If you want to go, go, and in a few days, I will go and have a look."

He was still in place when he first spoke, but when he said the last word, his figure had disappeared on the shore, leaving only a black spot.

......

One morning, a well-dressed man rode to the city.

Not far from the gate of the city, a porridge shed stood there, and two people stood in the porridge shed, distributing porridge to the people who came to line up to receive the porridge.

With a thought, the man pulled the rein.

The horse neighed and paced back and forth on the spot.

He is a member of the six doors, and this time he was ordered to come here to invite someone.

It was heard that the person he invited was the mysterious landlord Wangchuan in Jianghu.

As for how the landlord got the news here.

"..." The man was silent.

He has a good relationship with Zhuge Zhengwo, the latest upstart in court and China, and he knows that he bought the news from Wang Chuan at the cost of most of his wealth.

Thinking of this, it is really embarrassing.

They went to Wang Chuan's owner, and they even went to Wang Chuan's to buy news.

If the news that Wang Chuan sold to them at the beginning was false, wouldn't his trip be in vain?

"Huh—" the horse under him snorted, stretched its head and shook back and forth.

The man dismounted under control and walked to the edge of the porridge shed.

"This old man, please take it." There was a man and a woman who distributed the porridge in the porridge shed. They were dressed simply and had a smile on their faces.

"Thank you, thank you..." The skinny old man kept bending over to thank the two of them.

"Next." The two who shared the porridge didn't say anything thank you, they just said loudly.

Fortunately, the people who lined up were quite disciplined, and the old man walked aside consciously after thanking him.

He will return the bowl in his hand after drinking.

The man looked at everything in front of him, thinking of the news he had received earlier.

Wangchuan set up porridge sheds in each disaster area.

He looked up and down the porridge shed, but he didn't see any sign of the government.

and......

The man controls the horse to take a step forward.

There are only two of them in such a big porridge shed with so much food in their hands, so they are not afraid of these people going up to loot it.

He looked at the two of them.

Seeing that when they shared the porridge, none of them had much the same weight, and their hands never shook a bit, it was concluded that these two must have learned martial arts.

After sharing porridge for so long, a normal adult man should be tired, but these two people, not to mention the man, even the woman was not at all tired.

The hands are unbelievably steady.

The man's gaze was not hidden, and the two people who shared the porridge naturally noticed it, but they ignored the man when he didn't come over.

"This girl..." Before he could finish speaking, he saw the woman raised her head, with a somewhat impatient expression on her face.

The man's expression froze.

He picks women to talk to first, but he thinks women are better at talking, but this seems to be a little different.

"You want to drink porridge too?" The girl had a tear mole in the corner of her eye, she had a miserable face, but she had a pair of strange almond eyes.

She raised her head, narrowing her eyes slightly because of the sunlight, her tone was smiling but inexplicably sarcasm: "I see that you are well dressed and you are riding a horse, so why bother to grab some porridge with a group of people who can't eat enough?" drink."

man:"......"

Before he finished speaking, how did she conclude that he wanted porridge.

But those people didn't know what he was going to do. They only knew that the girl who had given them porridge for a long time said so.

And I was waiting in line here in a peaceful manner early in the morning, but this person jumped in line and walked to the front.

Then someone was dissatisfied: "Young master, I think you should not be short of money. If you are hungry, then go to the city and find a restaurant. Why fight us for such a little porridge."

The person who spoke has studied for several years, so he is still polite.

"Yes."

"Yes."

The others echoed, they watched the man on horseback carefully.

Although I was a little afraid of these rich "big shots", but I was starving to death, so I didn't have the mood to think about other things.

"I..." The man was speechless.

"Sister Qing, you must have misunderstood. Maybe this person just wanted to ask something." Another man who was serving porridge raised his eyes to look at the person on the horse, and opened his mouth to help him.

"Are you here to ask for news?" Qingmei seemed to have just noticed it, with a careless apology on her face.

"Then what does this young master want to ask?" She said, "Actually, we haven't been here for a long time, so we don't know much."

The man who served the porridge looked helplessly at Qingmei, and continued to share the porridge: "Everyone come to my place first."

The man's eyes fell on Qingmei's face, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.

Qingmei's expression didn't change, she let him scrutinize her, and urged impatiently: "If you want to ask any troubles, ask immediately, and I will share the porridge."

"Sorry for the trouble." The man clasped his fists on the horse and said, "I want to ask where the owner of Ying lives?"

Qingmei smiled knowingly, raised her eyes to look at the man's face, and complained: "So I wanted to know where our host lives, so you should have said it earlier, why bother me to share the porridge."

"I'm sorry for disturbing the girl." The man had no choice but to apologize again.

Seeing this, Qingmei laughed out loud, her eyebrows stretched, and she said with a smile: "After entering the city, go south, the largest and most beautiful house is where our host lives."

"Thank you." The man didn't want to talk to this difficult woman anymore, and after thanking him, he pulled his horse away.

Seeing that the person left, Qingmei raised her eyebrows.

"Go in." After collecting the money, the guard said to the man.

The sound of horseshoes echoed at the city gate, and the man on the horse turned his head and glanced at the porridge shed that had started to distribute porridge again.

Regardless of Wang Chuan, at least for these common people, they are good.

"Drive!" Flicking the reins, he rode his horse in the direction pointed by Qingmei.

Not long after he entered the city, a pretty girl also entered the city.

"This is it?" The beef soup entered the city.

She knew from Lu Xiaofeng that there was a man named Master Guisun who knew a lot of news, so she spent money to buy news about the landlord of Wangchuan from him.

"I don't know if people in this place can cook beef soup." She was walking on the street, and there were voices of hawkers from time to time.

"After leaving this time, I can only cook beef soup for Brother Jiu when I go back." She smiled, "When I go back, I will cook beef soup for Brother Jiu."