Jianghuke

The rivers and lakes are bustling with profit.

The intersection of the five states and three rivers gave birth to Ling Zhuzhou, a land where the sky is high, the emperor is far away, the waterways are convenient and extend in all directions, and fish and dragons are mixed together regardless of life or death.

The desperadoes and desperadoes gathered here one after another, and over time, a lively scene was born.

What I do during the day is just some ordinary livelihood, walking the streets and alleys, shouting twice, a load of white soft tofu, and a steamer full of soft white steamed buns.

There is tea fragrance overflowing across the street, and wine flags are waving in back alleys.

When the night fell and the glitz ended, Ling Zhuzhou was able to tear off its disguise, revealing its sharp fangs, and staged life-and-death dramas every day, and the dark streets and alleys were full of madness licking blood.

If you are injured, you will naturally get medical treatment. The only medicine hall within a hundred miles is the Baicaotang family.

If you want to get along in the Ling Zhuzhou, you need to rely not on doing business, but on the ability to survive in a group of monsters, wolves, tigers and leopards.All the other medicine halls collapsed, but Baicaotang remained the same, based on this reasoning.

Chi Heting can not only open a store, but also sell well. If he can kill a tael of silver, he will never give up half the money, and if he can get a half of the fake, he will never add a cent to the truth.

He is also very dark and honest. Those who can’t die due to bruises and bruises will be given [-]% of the leave; those who will get seriously ill with headaches and brain fevers will be given [-]% of the leave; The meaning is mixed with a fake.He even personally inscribed on the wall outside the Baicao Hall the crooked Gou Climbing character, which was written with confidence and confidence: it is hard to tell the truth from the fake, and it is very difficult to distinguish the truth from the truth.

Despite this, there is still an endless stream of people who come to Baicaotang to take advantage of it.

It's not that no one has come to make trouble. The five big and three thick guys slashed the door panel with a big knife, and Chi Heting didn't even lift his eyelids.

That night, the moon was dark and the wind was high, and several large living people disappeared inexplicably, and even the bones could not be found.Since then, no one dared to come to the gate of Baicao Hall to make trouble.

Chi Heting sat at the door of Baicao Hall, holding a bowl of Yangchun noodles bought from the stall next door, and took a sip.

Today's face is a little pale.

Business is also slow.

dismal.

When did Ling Zhuzhou become so peaceful?

He couldn't figure it out, his mind wandered, he tapped the edge of the bowl with his chopsticks, and was awakened by a dull thunder from the sky, he quickly lowered his head and took a big mouthful, finished eating in twos and threes, and got up to go to the backyard to clean up the herbs that were drying in the sun.

The old begonias at the base of the courtyard wall have already bloomed, and the trees are full of red clouds. I don't know what kind of redness will be everywhere after the rain.

Chi Heting held the basket of medicinal herbs in his arms, lightly brushed a few tender red flowers with his shoulder, saw something strange, and stopped in his tracks.

Between the begonias, a bloody red cloth fluttered down.

He was silent, bent down to put down the basket, and slowly looked at the tree.Blue silk, red dress...

Before I saw it clearly, I saw the flower shadow trembling suddenly, followed by the sound of crackling branches, the red sleeves rolled up and brought a rain of pink and white flowers in the sky, and the figure jumped down from the tree, accompanied by a strong smell of blood Crashing into her arms, wrapping her hands behind her back, hugging her tightly.

Chi Heting was startled.

He felt something sharp against his back coldly.

"Brother," Chi Heting said after a while, as if he didn't notice a knife was pressed against his back, "Excuse me, let go. It's going to rain, and my medicinal materials are going to get wet."

The man was so badly injured that he probably didn't even have the strength to stand up. The hand holding the dagger trembled slightly, his breath was like a thread, and he said hoarsely: "Black... witch?"

Chi Heting's eyes sank, he didn't hesitate any longer, and with a flip of his wrist, the stone caught between his fingers earlier shot out with a strong wind, hitting the numb tendon of the opponent's right arm quickly and mercilessly, breaking free from the shackles swiftly, Send that person to the chest and kick again, without any strength left.

The uninvited guest slammed into the tree trunk hard, and passed out immediately, almost being buried by a lot of fallen crabapple flowers.Chi Heting was very confident in his kick, so he ignored him, picked up the medicine basket on the ground and continued to pack the herbs, moved them back and forth a few times, cleaned them up before it rained, and then slowly returned to Haitang By the tree, pondering alone.

In the past hundred years, a new force has sprung up in the rivers and lakes. They use unpredictable poisons as weapons, and their methods are tricky and pervasive. It is like the mysterious witchcraft in the legend, and they often carry out assassinations in the dark. People are afraid, They are called black witches.

Generally speaking, no one knows whether he is a black witch before he makes a move, so it is hard to guard against.

Was the man's sentence before he passed out a lie, or did he really see it?

Chi Heting pondered for a long time to no avail, and was too lazy to think about it again, so he decided to use this guy as a flower fertilizer and clean it up before the rain.

He took out a pill, stepped forward and roughly grabbed the man in red, preparing to feed it to someone.The man in red was held softly in his hands, his head tilted, and his messy hair slid to the sides, revealing the face underneath.

Chi Heting's normally steady hand trembled, the pill dropped and rolled slowly into the bottom of the petals.

She was a beauty.

A red dress made him extremely beautiful, with two or three begonia petals sandwiched between the black hair, eyebrows like distant mountains, skin like white jade, and a small light red birthmark on the left eye, shaped like a butterfly , wanting to fly.And his whole body was like a devastated Begonia, all blood lost, broken and fragile.

Chi Heting didn't care about the pills, and froze in place as if struck by lightning, hesitated for a moment, put the person down, and stretched out his hand to gently stroke the butterfly birthmark.

The sky was covered with thunder and overcast clouds from far to near, first there was a little patter of rain, and after half a cup of tea, the head was covered and the face was covered, which was painful.Chi Heting squatted beside the red clothes motionless, as if he wanted to squat like this until the sea was dry and rocks rotted forever, taking advantage of this torrential rain to reminisce about his lackluster life over and over again.

He didn't remember the beauty's face, but he remembered this birthmark.

It is light red and delicate, like a butterfly with its wings held back. At that time, it was also painted with a beautiful gold border, making it even more charming and coquettish.

That... is already a matter of the previous life.

The last time I met Suzerain Fang Hongxuan, what I encountered was a ridiculous and lewd scene.

The man fell down on the soft carpet, his red clothes were ragged, his messy blue hair fell to his feet, his exposed skin was covered with a thin layer of sweat, as smooth and soft as the ultimate suet white jade.

He had heard a long time ago that a stunning beauty fell into the hands of the suzerain after several twists and turns. Chi Heting had seen many things that should be seen and should not be seen, so he didn't take it seriously, and moved aside a little.

But he didn't want to slowly stretch out a hand from under the red clothes.

This hand is so beautiful that it is unforgettable at first sight. It is white and slender as if it has been meticulously carved, and it is tense due to pain. It looks extremely thin, and pale blue blood vessels can be seen faintly.Grabbing his own slightly dusty black upper, it is even more thrilling and poignant.

Chi Heting's eyelids twitched, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the butterfly imprint with a gold border.

Seeing this, Fang Hongxuan showed a playful smile, and said leisurely: "This person is as beautiful as he is beautiful, but he is just a rare plaything. Heting, if you like it, I will reward you when you come back."

"Thank you suzerain. No need."

This time, I never came back.

I don't know what kind of eye God opened. He didn't ask him to go into reincarnation, but instead sent him a good fortune, allowing him to return to the year when he was 15 years old.In the future, everything will be like a dream, without a trace.

He was often not sure whether he was dead or just a dream, an endless unwaking dream that would last until death.

Until the butterfly birthmark appeared again.

Thunder and lightning awakened the wandering soul.

The man in red was lying on the ground among the remaining flowers, completely soaked and almost breathless.

It was only then that Chi Heting remembered that this guy was not only seriously injured, but also kicked by himself, and was drenched in the rain again, fearing that something might happen.

"You're lucky, you haven't cooled off yet." Chi Heting lazily picked up the man after sweeping away the previous distraction, and muttered, "Otherwise, I'll just throw you out."

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