Chapter seven hundred and fiftieth seventh lower stream
To be precise, these people who appeared in front of Lu Zhengkang were not real bandits, but local wanderers, or rangers. There was Chengjiang Station in front of him, which was a prosperous local town. These rangers were
From Chengjiangyi.
The leader stood up and looked Lu Zhengkang up and down. This disheveled savage was very clean, his eyes were bright, and his figure was very healthy.
"You, where did you come from?" He patted Lu Zhengkang's abdominal muscles.
"The coast of the East China Sea." Lu Zhengkang controlled the black iron slurry to avoid the slap of the ranger leader. The blazing red iron slurry swam on his body like a snake. He hid it under his clothes to avoid shocking the world. After all, he was very
A down-to-earth cultivator who takes care of ordinary people's worldview.
The ranger leader groaned, "It's very strong and has a bright future. Boy, have you registered yet?"
"No."
"Savage?"
"No."
"Where do you want to go?" The rangers gathered around him, and the leader circled around Lu Zhengkang.
"Fengcheng." Lu Zhengkang scratched his scalp. There was no dandruff or lice. He only had the smell of sweat from the sun and sea salt, which was reminiscent of the warm wind blowing from the sea at sunset.
"Are you going to make a living in that place? If so, you might as well stay in Chengjiang. We will take you to meet a few brothers and sisters, and you can be happy every day. You don't look like you are going there to have fun, okay?
My friend, I can tell you that after all, you are involved in
I am young and don’t understand the dangers of this world. Even though everyone says Fengcheng is good, ordinary people can’t find a place to stay even if they go there for ten and a half months. In the end, they often starve to death on the streets. You see, all
It's almost winter, and you're still wearing a singlet.
"You said yourself that you are not a rich man. Why don't you stay here for a while? If you really want to go to Fengcheng, let me introduce you to Fengcheng County Sheriff. You can make a lot of money every month." The leader smiled.
Look.
Lu Zheng was happy, "That's good."
In the next few days, Lu Zhengkang became a bandit in Chengjiang. No, it is unlucky to say that. In fact, he was just a social idler here. The leader of the rangers was nicknamed Shunsaburo, and he was a man with an elegant appearance.
They usually do not harm the village. The main job of their group is to check out the outsiders. People like Lu Zhengkang who are homeless and have a lot of strength are invited to join them, and they are overjoyed.
Lu Zhengkang had a temporary residence in a house, which was the ancestral home of a knight-errant brother. He vacated a room, packed bedding and belongings, and gave him a place to stay.
With a tile to cover his head, Lu Zhengkang's minimum requirement for a house was this. As long as it was met, he would have no complaints. The life of a ranger was more leisurely than when he led the Chitian people in the fishing village.
During the day, everyone gets together, practices martial arts, and wanders around the streets. In fact, they are all from good families, and the neighbors all recognize each other. As a self-organized security team formed by the people, the Rangers of Chengjiangyi are quite respected, and there are even some
For those who do small business, the grocery store provides them with some daily meals, which is enough for hundreds of families.
The knight-errants enjoyed this kind of meal, and even if their mother had arranged the dinner table, they would often not go back.
They had another gathering place in the eastern suburbs of the town. It was originally a Taoist temple, the Zisun Temple. Later, overnight, the masters and apprentices in the Taoist temple were killed by thieves. Their bodies were thrown at the door and their heads were missing. Therefore, the Rangers
After tidying up the place, several brick houses were built adjacent to the main hall. You can play here during the day and rest here at night.
Lu Zhengkang made the Wufuzi into a green and black iron bracelet, which he used to tie up his long hair. It was about the size of a finger and hung on the back of his neck. He tied the loose hair together and then seemed to
It pours out like a waterfall. From the back, it looks like a unique girl’s house.
He should have reached the age when he was crowned, but who would give him the crown? He himself did not have this idea, after all, he was not an ancient person. When others asked him if he had a prefix, Lu Zhengkang said that he had not.
Toshizaburo said that he could ask the gentlemen in the town to give him a name. Lu Zhengkang knew that in this era, the word "pin" is an indispensable term for communication between people. But he really had no interest in giving himself a new name.
As for my name, I said, just forget it’s a cousin’s name, no one can give me a cousin’s name.
This behavior was very rude, but the knights praised him for his charlatanism. Toshizaburo said privately, brothers, don't belittle Brother Lu just because he has no parents. A good man will do something of his own.
The so-called brothers and sisters in the town are actually secret prostitutes. There is no special place for romance in Chengjiang Station, but there is a Goulan opera house. Children are not allowed to go there, and married men often avoid it. Most of them live in Goulanli and live in the town.
They are poor people with poor singing skills and only a few old beggars who know how to play musical instruments. The young women rely on selling sex to earn money for themselves.
Poor people have their own faults, and low-life places are often dirty. However, in Chengjiangyi, a land with plenty of food and fish, the human touch is quite strong. The people in the Goulan become brothers and sisters, and they recognize each other as mother, grandmother, and Ah.
Grandpa and grandpa are a big family that is relatively united, has twisted morals, and lives a happy life.
Toshizaburo often visits here, not only by himself, but also with his men. When Lu Zhengkang first arrived here, he could see at a glance that there were monsters in this hook fence, monsters that could transform into shapes, and the monster aura was faint and mixed.
He was gifted. After searching around, he saw an old man playing the huqin, who was transformed from a weasel.
Lu Zhengkang's qi energy was not carefully concealed in front of people with the same cultivation level, especially since he still had three inches of magic power around him and was constantly doing the five elements coordination. The weasel spirit recognized it at a glance and was so frightened that he did not dare to move.
Lu Zhengkang shook his head at it, and the other party immediately understood and kept tight-lipped. If not, he would be beheaded.
Sitting in a dim teahouse, with a zigzag-shaped lobby and a stage in the middle, the sun shines in and is dazzling. Under the eaves on all sides are old Eight Immortals tables, long benches, large bowls of tea and scattered snacks. A place like this can be used
It’s best to wake up early and listen to music to digest.
Toshizaburo sat next to Lu Zhengkang. His eyes were focused on the actors who were on stage. They sang "Su Gong's Beautiful Case". This is an original story here. Su Gong was a well-behaved county magistrate who wanted to guillotine the
Vixen.
The heroine who plays the vixen has a clear figure, and her sleeves are flying like an upside-down river. She is the only one among this group of people who has a foundation in opera, and her singing skills can be heard. However, Lu Zhengkang is not an opera lover at all. He is not interested in the so-called singing skills.
The minimum requirement is that it is not out of tune. If the singer's tone is good, it will be enough to make Lu Zhengkang feel happy.
Toshizaburo just stared at it. The thin makeup on the Hu girl's face could not cover the entire face. In some places, it was applied very thinly, and there were fine hairs coming out. In the dizzying sunlight, these fine hairs looked like
It is a layer of light, a glistening glass tree growing on the face of a beautiful woman. It will never make people feel rough and unbearable. On the contrary, it can make people's hearts itch with the downy hair.
Lu Zhengkang sipped the tea, and the underworld in Dantian shook twice. A living soul was thrown into it, rolled in the sea of blood, used soldiers as bones, blood as flesh, returned Yang to shape, and turned into a ghost soldier.
He looked to the west, and the war between Li Guo and Yang Guo was still going on, and would usually last until the beginning of the next spring.
