Shi Zhongyu and others took a boat out all night. At dawn or dusk the next day, they had left Zhenjiang and arrived at a small town on the west side of the river.

Ding Dang said: "Brother Yu, the food on this boat has been eaten up. Let's go ashore to buy some." Shi Zhongyu lay leisurely on the boat, thought for a while and said hello.

But this place is not far from Zhenjiang and is still within the Changle Gang's sphere of influence. If Shi Jian and Ding Dang were to go shopping alone, Shi Zhongyu would still be a little worried.

Although he has subdued Ding Dang with "family methods", there is no guarantee that she will not suddenly have an attack and do something detrimental to others, and then she will regret it.

So Shi Zhongyu took Shi Jian and Ding Dang ashore together. There were only eighty or ninety families in that small town, but about ten of them were fish traders.

The three of them arrived at the market, but they didn't see many people there. They walked a few steps into the street, and suddenly a piece of yellow paper flew over and covered Ding Dang's face.

Ding Dang pulled it off, took a look, and hurriedly took Shi Zhongyu's arm and said, "Brother Yu, this is the wanted order of the Changle Gang!"

Shi Zhongyu took a closer look and saw a woman drawn on the yellow paper, it was Shi Jian. However, the Changle Gang wanted Shi Jian, but they did not dare to draw Shi Zhongyu on it too.

The two went to a restaurant, but when they went out they saw two guys running out in a hurry.

Shi Zhongyu was startled and looked sideways, only to see three large white wooden tables filled with people.

The three of them all disguised themselves as ordinary Jianghu people. As soon as they entered the store, they became the focus of everyone's attention.

Shi Jian pulled Shi Zhongyu's clothes with some fear and whispered: "Sir, these people seem to be desperadoes. Should we change families..."

Shi Zhongyu shook his head and grinned, "Don't be afraid, there is a good show here."

Ding Dang was always a good person, so when he saw the tension in the hall, he couldn't wait to watch the fun. The three of them sat down at a small table in the corner of the room.

The hotel was not very big, and the waiter was busy preparing food for the three large tables, and had no time to pay attention to the two of them.

There were eighteen or nineteen people sitting at the big table in the hall, including three women. They were all old and mediocre in appearance, but they all had weapons on their bodies. They spoke with Northeastern accents, drank from large bowls, and ate large pieces of meat.

, at first glance, he looks like a green forest hero.

But all the martial arts skills were mediocre and not worth mentioning. Shi Zhongyu glanced at them and then withdrew his gaze. Ding Dang didn't even look at these people, and all his eyes fell on Shi Zhongyu, like a big nymphomaniac.

Just when she was looking at it calmly, she suddenly heard someone at the door saying: "Okay, there will be wine and meat. Grandpa is very hungry."

Ding Ding's arm that was supporting the table suddenly fell off. Shi Zhongyu turned his head and saw Ding Dang looking towards the store door with a panicked face.

An old man came, with a braid on his right side and a beard as short as a pine leaf.

"This is my fourth grandpa here, let's go quickly!" Ding Dang covered his face with his hands and whispered.

Shi Zhongyu nodded, thinking that he was Ding Busi, but he looked nothing like Ding Busan, so they must not be brothers.

"What are you afraid of? You have changed your appearance now. How can he recognize you?" Shi Zhongyu pulled off Ding Dang's hand that covered his face.

"Yes! But..." Just as Ding Dang was about to speak, the old man had already walked in, his eyes wandering, he just glanced at them without stopping too much.

Ding Dang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Brother Yu's disguise technique was really brilliant.

At this time, all four tables in the hall were full of people. Although there was space at Shi Zhongyu's table, there were no bowls, chopsticks or dishes. He obviously wanted to start eating directly, so he immediately moved to a bench next to the white wooden table in the middle.

Sitting on top, he touched his left shoulder and squeezed the big man next to him out of the way.

The big man was furious and pushed back hard, thinking that with this squeeze, the bad old man would be thrown out of the door.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he bumped into Ding Busi, he was immediately pushed back with an extremely fierce force. The big man was unable to sit firmly, his buttocks left the stool, and he was about to fall to the ground.

At this time, Ding Busi pulled his left hand and said: "You're welcome, let's all sit together!"

The big man gave him such a tug to prevent him from falling, but his face suddenly turned purple and he didn't know what to do.

Ding Busi said: "Please, please! You're welcome."

He was really rude, he immediately picked up the wine bowl, as if he was very familiar with the people at the table, raised his neck and drank the wine in the bowl, then picked up the chopsticks used by others and picked up a large piece of beef.

Eat with gusto.

None of the people at the three tables knew each other. But they all knew that the big man was not weak in martial arts, but when Ding Busi squeezed him so casually, he almost fell to the ground!

Ding Busi looks like a wizened old man, but with such skills, he must be an insider!

Ding Busi didn't care what others thought of him, he just drank and ate meat, shaking his head happily.

But all the eighteen or nine people on the three tables stopped eating and looked at him helplessly.

Ding Busi sobbed: "Why don't you drink?"

He grabbed another bowl of wine from a short and thin old man, drank half of the bowl, wiped his beard, and said, "This wine is a bit sour, not good."

The thin old man knew that he was no ordinary person, so he suppressed his anger and asked, "What is your surname?"

"You don't know my name, so your skills aren't much better." Ding Busi laughed.

"We want to make a living in Guandong, but we rarely know the names of heroes and heroes in Guandong. I'm going to Liaodong He Fan Yifei." The big man cupped his hands and said.

Ding Busi smiled again and said: "Look at you, you are so black and dark. You are not like a white crane or a crow. It would be better to change your name to 'Liaodong Crow'."

That's too much! The big man couldn't help it anymore. He stood up and shouted: "We have never met each other. I respect you with a white beard. I won't argue with you, but I am amusing grandpa with all my heart!"

A tall middle-aged man at another table suddenly said to the people around him: "Is this old man from the Changle Gang?"

When Ding Busi heard the words "Changle Gang", he stopped using his chopsticks and wiped his greasy mouth with his sleeves.

He glanced sideways and sneered slightly: "You are a disciple of the Qinglong Sect in Jinzhou, right? What a good boy, you have a nine-section soft whip."

This man was Feng Liang, the head of the Qinglong Sect in Jinzhou. The Nine-section Soft Whip was his family's ancestral martial art. He was slightly happy when Ding Busi reported the origin of his sect: "This old man can only rely on my waist."

If you hit a nine-section soft whip, you will know my sect. Unexpectedly, some people in the Central Plains actually know the name of my Qinglong Sect." He then said: "I am Jinzhou Fengliang, who is in charge of the Qinglong Sect. What is your surname?

"The words were quite polite.

Unexpectedly, Ding Busi’s next sentence was:

"Coming to the Central Plains in such a big way, I really feel impatient to live!"

Ding Busi banged the table loudly and said loudly: "I'm so angry! I'm so angry! I'm so angry!"

He said "I'm so angry" three times in a row, raised the bowl and drank by himself, but his face was smiling and he didn't look angry.

The people around him looked at each other and didn't understand what he meant by "I'm so angry."

"The nine-section whip is agile in directing arrows. It has always been called the 'dragon among soldiers'. It is most difficult to learn and use, and it is difficult to master. It can be invincible whether it is a spear or a halberd, a double sword or a single sword."

After he said that, he said three more words in succession: "I'm so angry!"

The big man was startled and frightened, thinking that this old man was an expert. He asked carefully: "Does the old man also use the nine-section whip?"

Ding Busi ignored him and raised his head to look at the roof beams, still talking to himself: "Your grandfather and I are not angry when we see others wielding swords and sticks. But when I see someone carrying a nine-section whip... ....”

Ding Busi's eyes widened, and the big man couldn't help but take three steps back in fright.

"Grandma, the Peng brothers in Changsha used the Jiujie Whip, but they were killed by my grandfather last year. There was a military attache named Zhang in Sichuan who used the Jiujie Whip, and my grandfather beat his head to pieces. There was a woman in Fengyang, Anhui who used the Jiujie Whip. Jiebei, grandpa doesn't like to kill women, he just cut off her hands so that she can never touch the dragon among soldiers."

The more people listened, the more horrified they became. It seemed that this old man was here for the great man. Although Ding Busi spoke in a crazy way, he was not lying. The Peng brothers in Changsha, Peng Zhenjiang and Peng Suohu, both used nine-section whips. They were all killed last year, and they had heard about it in Liaodong.

Feng Liang's face turned livid, he pressed the handle of the nine-section whip and asked solemnly: "Why do you hate the person who wields the nine-section whip so much?"

"Haha! How can grandpa hate the person who uses the nine-section whip?" Ding Busi put his hand into his arms, and there was a loud crack, and there was a soft whip in his hand.

This soft whip is glittering with gold and is divided into nine sections. It is obviously made of gold. The head of the whip is a dragon head. The body of the whip is inlaid with various gems. It is sparkling and brilliant. It is powerful and gorgeous when it is moved. It is very beautiful.

Everyone was shocked: "It turns out that he himself uses the nine-section whip."

Only then did everyone understand that it turned out that Ding Busi used the nine-section whip himself, but did not allow others to use it. Such a domineering and unreasonable person is rare even in the green forest. There are only two results like this, either he will become a powerful martial artist. , behave unscrupulously; otherwise, someone would have had his head removed.

When they saw that Ding Busi could live to such an old age, it was obvious that the former was more likely.

"Then what if I use a single sword?" A bearded man said: "Your grandfather also uses a single sword. If you use your old boy's brutal method, wouldn't it mean that he will be killed? Even if you can kill grandpa, there are thousands of single swordsmen in the world. How can you kill them all?" As he spoke, he pulled out a single sword from his waist and stuck it on the table.

This single sword has a purple gold blade, a thick back and a thin blade, and a piece of purple silk hanging from the handle. When it is inserted on the table, the whole table shakes, and the dishes rattle for a long time. This shows that the knife is heavy, and the force of this thrust is also great.

This man is Zijin Dao Lu Zhengping, the master of Kuai Dao on the bank of Changbai Mountain.

There was another roar, and Ding Busi withdrew the nine-section whip and put it in his arms. With a bend of his left hand, he pulled out the single sword from the waist of the man beside him and said, "Even if grandpa uses the single sword, what will happen? Oh, no! It makes me so angry! It makes me so angry! It makes me so angry!"

The single sword is the most common weapon in the martial arts world. These people are all swordsmen. Although their sword skills are uneven, they still have good eyesight. Seeing Ding Busi's uncanny way of seizing the sword, these people were frightened.

A big jump.

"Grandpa's nickname is 'No more than four in one day'. There are eleven thieves here who use single swordsmanship, plus this one who wields the nine-section whip. Grandpa will have to kill him in three days..."

When everyone heard "One day is no more than four", a few knowledgeable people suddenly said: "He is Ding Busi!"

Ding Busi laughed loudly and said: "Grandpa hasn't killed anyone yet, and there are still four thieves to kill. Which four are they? Name yourself! Otherwise, except for this boy who uses the nine-section whip,

, otherwise as long as you obediently kowtow to me ten times and call me good grandpa three times, I will spare you and not kill you."

"Huh, how arrogant!"

With a sneer, the four people suddenly stood up, strode out of the store, and lined up outside the door. Apart from Feng Liang, Fan Yifei, and Lu Zhengping, the fourth person was a middle-aged woman.

This woman did not hold a weapon. As soon as she reached the door, she turned up her two skirts and tied her belt. Two rows of short knives were clearly exposed on her waist. Each knife was half a foot long, and there were at least thirty of them.

, neatly inserted on an embroidered Luan belt around the waist.

Fan Yifei held the two judges' pens upside down in his left hand and said loudly: "I am He Fan Yifei of Liaodong Province, the head of Hebi Sect, together with brother Feng Liangfeng, the head of Qinglong Sect, brother Lu Zhengping, the head of Kuai Dao Sect, and the daughter of Wanma Village.

The owner of the village, the third lady of Fei Locust Dao, made an appointment with someone and led the disciples of our sect from Guandong to the Central Plains. I, the fourth disciple of Guandong, and Mr. Ding have no enmity in the past, and have no grudges recently. Why do we keep teasing each other like this? "

Ding Busi didn't seem to hear what he said and just ignored him. He just looked at the senior high school lady with an old and perverted look on his face.

His eyes wandered from the person's thighs to his face, and his expressions changed very quickly, from a bright-eyed admiration to a sigh of regret.
To be continued...