Chang Sihao didn't care about getting on many things, and rode horses along the river to chase them out three or four miles away. Seeing that there was a small boat ferry not far from the shore, he called the old ship over and got on the boat himself. He held the three river Li Hualiu in his hand and let it go into the water and floated.

The old shipboat rowed off the shore and looked back at the horses in the water. He smiled and said, "A good horse, a good horse, and the monk Tang went to the scriptures. He rode a white dragon horse. The horse is a dragon species. It has good water quality."

Chang Sichang urged: "See that the big ship in front is not there. Hurry up and chase it."

The old shipwreck squinted his eyes and said, "Oh, they are carrying sails. They are rushing to the wind. How can we catch up?" Chang Sihao said, "You can tell at a glance that you are an old ship. As long as you hold your strength, you are afraid that you will not be able to beat him." The old shipwreck smiled and said, "You young man is talking smoothly. Well, it's not an old man who boasted. I had a name and a surname on both sides of the river back then. I was called "crossing the river wonton". That means I went into the water for three days. I couldn't wrinkle and the waves were like a pot.

It's not heavy. But now I'm old. Look at this beard with white beard. How can I win that?" Chang Sihao was quite interesting when he heard his nickname. He smiled and said, "Then don't come out when you encounter a windy sky." The old shipman raised his eyebrows: "What do you mean? Are you old and weak?" Chang Sihao smiled and said, "How dare you? I'm thinking: With this beard, you will become a dragon beard wonton. I'm afraid that when you encounter the wind and clouds, you will really rise up the river and turn into a dragon."

The old shipman laughed loudly when he heard this: "Good boy, you are so clever. Today, I'm just trying my best." He shook the boat and chased it hard. One, the old man was familiar with the nature of water and was walking everywhere. Although he was not in the wind, the speed was not weak. He walked dozens of miles along the way. The sky turned dark. The blue smoke on both sides of the river shone red. The big boat turned across a water bay and couldn't see it. The old shipman supported his waist and said, "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, and no, let's forget it. He was afraid of two or three hours when he saw me going home late. He must have knocked over the jealous jar and falsely accused me of stealing with the 'Little Pepper'... Oh. You don't know. Little Pepper is my childhood sweetheart..."

Chang Sihao thought that these nines and eights were going anywhere. But seeing that there was no hope of chasing them, it didn't matter. He smiled and said, "The wontons mixed with vinegar are very well matched." He took out the silver and handed them over. He added, "No need to find them." The old shipkeeper was very happy to weigh the silver and said, "Hey, I'm used to mixing vinegar. But I don't have any chili. I don't have any food." As he spoke, he shook the boat aside.

Chang Sihao took his horse ashore and waved his hand to say goodbye to him. He watched the old shipwreck creaked and rowed away in the red sunset. Suddenly, he felt that the back was Changsun Xiaochi, who had grown old decades later. Looking at him, a faint smile appeared on his face. He sighed: "It's good, it's good."

He wiped his saddle and continued to move forward. The surroundings were wetlands with trees and the hooves were deep and the speed could not be lifted. He felt hungry while walking. Then he remembered that he had not eaten lunch yet. Sanhe Li Hualiu swam for a long time. At this moment, he was tired and tired. He came out listlessly for more than two miles. The sky was completely dark. Suddenly, there was a bright color in the distance. When he looked closely, it turned out that it was the bonfire rising on the shore illuminating a small beach. Not far from the beach was the river bay. Seeing that the sail was exactly the one he was chasing, he was very happy. He tied the horse to one side, bowed his waist and touched forward.

There were several dead tree trunks on the bonfire. A dozen sailors sat around it and grilled fish in front of the bonfire. In the middle, there was a tall and fat woman with round shoulders and thick back. She had big faces in the bonfire. She had bangs in front and small braids on the back. There were more than a dozen pockmarks under her eyes. She looked like sesame seeds sprinkled on the pancake. Her body was covered with blue cloth and her back was half open, revealing the water-green waist inside. At this moment, she sat with her legs spread out, pressing her knees with her hands. She smiled and said:

"Boys, these Hu monks are tall and big, quirky, and look terrifying. Unexpectedly, but they are so unsatisfied. We should really make this money." When he spoke, a pair of people who couldn't hold back were floating with the laughter, white and greasy, and their eyes were shining. The other sailors agreed and smiled. Although they were men, they were much smaller than hers. Sitting together, they looked like children surrounding adults.

Fang Hong's face wrapped in white cloth smiled and said, "Don't talk about these guys. They are famous swordsmen in the world. Not many can hold up twenty numbers under your sweating pills." The woman laughed. A thin man next to her suggested: "Sister. This section is urgent. It's wrapped in rice dumplings and sinks into the river. Maybe it's broken and floated up. It's not beautiful to be found by the government. There are no people here. It's better to solve it on the spot." The woman nodded and called her subordinates: "Go and carry them out."

The sailors agreed to go to the boat. They didn't take much effort to raise the Hu monks and the young man and throw them on the edge of the bonfire. Huo Li Guwen and others tied thick ropes and tilted them around. They looked unconscious. The young man opened his eyes and looked left and right. The thin man said, "Hey, it's so strange. What did you do? They tied it up? Could it be that you stole the little ** hidden in his temple?" The sailors all laughed. Fang Hong smiled and said, "This boy's skin is quite tender. I'm afraid that ** didn't steal it. His own ditch will be beaten by others."

The young man didn't understand what was going on. He shouted loudly in the midst of laughter: "You... let me go."

The sailors were stunned. The thin man said, "Sister, why is this boy talking weird? I'm afraid he is not a Han person." The female thief touched her chin: "Well, the bridge of the nose is quite high, it looks like a son... Hey, your baby has stolen Han clothes. What do you want to do?" The young man disdained her question and shouted, "Let me go. I'll give you a ransom." Fang Hong's face understood: "Sister, this boy probably asked us to let him go. He redeem us for money."

"You old man, you are a ball." The female thief raised her big feet and slapped her face with the soles of her shoes embroidered with green cabbage: "Although I am not big in this team, I am still a name for the government, and the city is on the list. A reward of 500 taels of wanted person is thirty. Why do you treat me as a sole embroidered with green cabbage? It's a despicable thing to kidnap the ticket and extort money."

The young man was kicked upside down by her. He turned over and sat up again, with a proud look on his face: "You. Five hundred taels, I. Five thousand taels."

Fang Hong's face immediately turned round when she heard this: "Sister, this kid's bounty is ten times that of yours." The sailors next to him looked at each other and were all excited. A fat man said: "Sister-in-law, sister-in-law, sister-in-law, we... let's give him a gift to the official. Please give me a reward."

"Fuck." The female thief cursed: "What are we doing? We can't get a reward from the government. I was caught first." The thin man leaned closer and said: "Sister. I don't think he meant that. He probably meant. Let's let him go. He will give us five thousand taels."

The sailors looked at each other. The young man kept nodding. Fang Hongye stretched out his hand and counted his five fingers. He was a little excited: "Sister, this business is done." The female thief felt strange. She pushed him away and leaned over and down. She bent down and stretched her neck to look around: "Who is your baby? Where is your home?" The young man looked slightly stunned. He immediately avoided her eyes and stopped talking. The female thief was closer. His two nostrils seemed to be bigger than his eyes: "If you don't say it, why should we ask for money?"

Her body leaned forward, and two huge **s then moved forward, making the young man feel uncomfortable all over. He rubbed his butt and flashed back. After thinking for a while, he said, "See me the address. Go back. The money is sent. There is a certain amount of credit." The fat man next to him said, "Okay. I. Our old, old, old, old, nest is there...." The female thief turned his hand and slapped him: "Shut up. Dong'er's [memoryless]. Can that be told casually?" Fang Hong also rolled her eyes and snorted: "Fortunately, it's a stutter..." When she saw the eldest sister glaring at her head, she swallowed the next sentence immediately.

The female thief turned around and pulled out a short branch of egg yolk from the fire. She turned the red-hot tip forward: "Baby, if you don't tell the truth, you will suffer some trouble in front of you." Unexpectedly, when the young man saw this, he became tough and said, "Don't do business. Forget it." He tilted his head and stopped saying anything. "Old man, he is a ball. The turtle baby is still a donkey." The female thief raised her eyebrows. Two sailors next to her came over and took off the young man's clothes: "Boy, look at our elder sister to add something to you." The female thief poked the fire stick forward. The young man screamed. The green smoke suddenly burst into his chest. A burnt smell spread out.

The sailors laughed. The young man gritted his teeth and felt very sad. The beads of sweat dripped down his forehead.

When the fire stick was withdrawn, the tip was flat. There was a round black burn mark on the young man's chest. It looked like a areola. When the female thief saw him holding it over, she was a little impressed. She raised her big finger: "Good kid. She is young and has a strong sensation. I torment you again. I will not be a heroine." She winked at the side: "Come on." Fang Hong pointed to her nose with an inquiring expression on her face. Seeing her glaring, she knew she was bored again. She muttered: "Do you think I am? I am a bastard..." She sucked another red-headed firewood branch into the fire. She shook her eyes at the young man's eyebrows and said, "Are you going to open your eyes for you? Or turn off the lamp?"

The young man felt the heat in front of him was burning. He knew it was over, but he still refused to surrender at all. He closed his eyes tightly. Suddenly, the wind sounded suddenly in his ears. Someone said "Ouch" and then something fell to the ground. When he opened his eyes, it was Chai Zhi. Fang Hong's face was holding a wrist and was retreating. There was a magnificent black-faced man in front of him. He held a sword in his right hand, stretched his left arm, and opened his big hand, pinching the neck of the female thief's head.

Fang Hong's face retreated and shouted, "Around him. Don't let him run away."

The sailors pulled their weapons and surrounded them. Fang Hong looked over and shouted, "Cut him. Cut him."

Chang Sihao raised his hand. The female thief's head was so big that her feet were off the ground. Her hands were scattered and her feet were squeezing. The blood vessels on her face were thick, like a fat goose. The fat meat on her neck was almost squeezed out of her fingers. She couldn't say anything in a moment. The fat man was frightened and hurriedly threw the knife and said, "No. Don't. Don't. Have something to say, okay. OK. OK. OK..." Others saw that the eldest sister's head was lifted in the hands of this person as if nothing was left. They didn't dare to step forward for a moment. Chang Sihao turned his hand and took another sword. He picked up the rope on the young man's body and asked, "How are you?" The young man got up from the ground and raised the elbow with one knee to greet him: "A lot of thanks. I'm fine."

Chang Sihao heard that his Chinese was not very good. He smiled and said to his feet: "Master Huo Li, don't pretend anymore."

Huo Liguwen opened his eyes when he heard this. Although his martial arts skills were high, his experience in the martial arts world was far from enough. Last time he was hit by the Zen master Liuyu Zuijianjian in Meishan. This time he came out with great caution. He didn't dare to drink soup and water in the store while walking. He only bought dry food. After getting on the boat, he felt a little relieved. He didn't expect that the small boats were also people in the green forest. He ate steamed buns at noon and waited until the evening. He carefully snatched a few sips of water that camels drank. Everyone fell to the ground. But he had deep internal skills and woke up quickly. He found that he was tangled with big ropes and struggled for a while. Therefore, he pretended to faint and wait for the opportunity. However, there was a subtle difference in breathing between waking and sleeping. He could hide it from these little thieves. How could he hide it from Chang Sihao? He didn't pay attention to it in the distance. At this moment, he looked closer and saw it out.

When the young man saw Huo Li Guwen open his eyes, he was shocked. He rolled his body and picked up the knife on the ground and stabbed his throat with his hand.

Huo Liguwen's body was tied like a spool. His neck was still flexible. He hurriedly dodged left and right. The young man stabbed two times and did not hit him. He felt anxious. He raised his hands high and pointed the tip of the knife at his chest and inserted it hard.

With a "clang", the knife was not halfway inside. Huo Liguwen bent like a worm. His face was twisted and he let out a muffled groan. The young man's face showed joy. Suddenly he felt something was wrong. He fell over the knife and looked at it. It turned out that only half of the blade was left. When the upper half was raised, it had been cut off. When he looked back, he saw Chang Sihao posing a sword and smiled: "What deep hatred do you have with him? Why are you so anxious?" The young man gritted his teeth and said, "My benefactor, the bad guy caught me. He wanted to kill it. It was necessary."

Chang Sihao smiled and sighed, "Oh, national master. Your foreign monks like to attract disasters and complain everywhere. The six senses are too uneasy. Look, what good things have you done to make people so angry." Huo Liguwen was poked by the broken knife and felt very painful. He also saw that it was Chang Sihao who rescued him. He was grateful. But when he heard this, he immediately opened his eyes wide open and shouted, "If you want to kill, kill. Don't joke."

Chang Sihao looked sad: "Oh, the national master and I have a fate. I remember that on the Jianmen plank road, I almost fell into the deep cliff. It was the national master who took a small hand and saved my life. Later, I accidentally fell into the hands of a group of Confucian scholars and almost burned to death in public. You pulled me out of the fire pit. Now the national master is trapped here. If I sit on the wall and watch and joke with you, then how can I be considered a human being?"

He said the words in the opposite direction, meaning that if he wanted to kill you, he would become a two-time rescue. Huo Li Guwen could understand. His camel face grew longer and longer, and his skin became red and changed like a foreign chicken. The nation he disliked most in his life was called a foreign barbarian who did not understand etiquette. Therefore, he always set an example, treated people, tried to maintain a dignified demeanor. When doing things, he should pay more attention to fairness and credit, not possessing people, and not owe others. But now, he really owed Chang Sihao twice. This rude cannot be defeated by life or death.

The young man looked at Chang Sihao and then at Huo Liguwen. He looked embarrassed. He thought for a while and threw the knife in his hand and said, "He is my benefactor. You are my benefactor and have a kindness. I'm sorry to kill you." He came over and loosened Huo Liguwen. He said, "Let you benefactor and let you go. If you want to catch me, you can do whatever you want." He said, thrust his chest.

Huo Liguwen stood up, covered his red felt on his body, and said proudly: "Although the little monk is a foreigner, he is also aware of books and politeness. The prince is so generous. How can I attack the prince again?"

Chang Sihao was stunned and said to himself: "Prince, who? Where is the prince?"

Huo Li Guwen leaned over and cut off the ropes and patted the Hu monks who were walking with him. He knew that this time he owed Chang Sihao's favor. He accumulated more and more. He didn't know when he would be able to get it. He sighed and turned around and bowed, "Marquis. The grace of saving three times. The little monk remembered it in his heart. After the map was settled, we..."
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