Chapter 107 Assassination
The sound of cicadas gradually faded away.
Li Ping'an woke up under the bridge, with the evening breeze blowing on his face, bringing a bit of warmth.
Leading the old cow, I drank a lot of strong wine with the one tael of silver the man gave me last night.
Unwilling to dispel the drunkenness.
At this moment, my feet felt like I was stepping on cotton, which made me feel a little fluttery.
When we came to a vegetable market, the air was filled with various smells.
The stall owners were shouting and urging the aroma of the food.
The hawking sounds in various accents were mixed with the stinking smell of chickens and ducks.
Li Pingan sat down at a stall.
There was only one diner at the stall.
There was a pot of wine, a plate of side dishes, and a bowl of Yangchun noodles in front of him.
Before leaving, Zifang left some money for Li Ping'an.
It's enough food for a few days.
"Two bowls of Yangchun noodles, no chopped green onion, no coriander, just add more noodles."
Li Pingan said.
The noodle stall owner didn't mind at all, it was no surprise to meet such a person.
Two full bowls of large noodles were immediately served.
Without wine and vegetables, this noodle also lacked a lot of flavor.
While I was eating, I suddenly heard a voice coming from behind me.
"Ouch, blind man! Why are you here? Come back with me."
The visitor is a white paper fan from Liuxingtang, which is a name in the world of white paper fans.
A person with this title is equivalent to a think tank and strategist next to a gang boss.
"What's wrong?" Li Pingan was confused.
The white paper fan said: "The assassination failed and the man is dead."
Li Ping'an thought of the man who said yesterday that he wanted to go back to see his mother-in-law.
I also used his one tael of silver to drink a fine wine, which I couldn't help but feel a little regretful about.
Then the owner of the stall opposite said: "Boss, two more pig's feet noodles.
No noodles, just pig’s feet!”
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Laolong Gang.
This is a newly emerged gang in the south of Guangling Prefecture.
The leader of the gang, Cao Guangshan, is a boxer sent from the north.
When he committed a crime in the north, he took several of his disciples to the Guangling area.
He is cruel and ruthless, and has offended many people in the world.
Nai He has great skill in his hands.
After coming here, Cao Guangshan had a habit.
Every day after dinner, I would walk several times along the pavilion of the lotus pond.
Call it "walking the mountain"
It is said that the ancestors of the Cao family once obtained a boxing manual left by a hermit, "Zoushan Fist"
This has ensured the Cao family's wealth for several generations, and they are now over fifty.
Cao Guangshan is no different than he is in his forties.
Wearing a simple gray shirt and holding a pipe.
He was walking at a leisurely pace, and if you look closely you will see that he is not walking randomly.
There is a rhythm to the steps, and each step becomes heavier with each step.
A clear footprint will then appear on the ground.
During this period, the road to Lotus Pond was covered with his footprints.
It was surprising for a time.
A figure came face to face, his face completely hidden in the shadow of the bamboo hat.
It was as if he didn't want people to see his face.
Cao Guangshan didn't seem to care about that person at all, and kept walking on his own.
But his eyes were always staring at the other person's hands.
Observe each other's every move very carefully.
Those are a pair of martial arts hands, you can tell at a glance.
The other party has not made a move yet, but is just waiting for the opportunity.
Whose person? Liuxingtang?
Cao Guangshan immediately locked the person behind the murderer.
Presumably they were also responsible for yesterday's assassination. They must be given some color after this incident.
Bang bang bang!!
Heavy footsteps sounded again and again.
The speed of the two did not slow down, and their bodies got closer and closer.
Three feet, two feet, one foot, eight feet.
Cao Guangshan held his breath.
Within ten steps, his fist is not afraid of any weapon.
The last step is extremely important.
The ground beneath my feet sunk half an inch downward.
Cao Guangshan's hands, which were twice the size of an ordinary person, suddenly moved.
There was a muffled sound in the air, like the sound of a huge tree falling or the sound of a carriage turning sharply.
Li Ping'an took a step sideways to the right.
Slap your forefoot outward with a lot of energy.
The two actions are like a series of actions.
It can be retracted and released freely, extremely natural.
Then they walked around Cao Guangshan, and neither party said a word from beginning to end.
Just the change between movement and stillness is enough to see the gap between the two.
Cao Guangshan's body swayed in the autumn wind, like a fallen leaf.
Then he fell stiffly to the ground.
Li Pingan frowned slightly, another martial artist?
I just don't know what grade it is.
There are really a lot of experts in a big place like this, so be careful in the future.
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It’s been a long journey, including this time.
After taking the boat three times in total, Li Pingan was used to it.
Liuxingtang fulfilled his promise and sent Li Ping'an into the inner city on a small fishing boat.
Li Pingan was sitting at the stern of the boat, holding a chicken leg in his hand.
The cool breeze like water gently blows away the hustle and bustle of the day, making people's hearts become extremely peaceful.
The white paper fan swayed gently, and the breeze blew on my face.
He was introducing various places to visit in Guangling Mansion to Li Pingan.
Whose wine tastes good, whose canteen food tastes delicious...
Or perhaps he was talking about the affairs of Guangling Mansion.
Li Pingan was holding the wine with a contented look on his face, and seemed not to be interested in the disputes in the world.
Focusing on the food and wine on the table.
Arrived at the pier.
Li Ping'an stepped over.
Throwing the bulging money bag in his arms back to the white paper fan.
The white paper fan hurriedly reached out to catch it.
This is the two hundred taels of silver that Liu Xingtang took out from the accounting room not long ago as the reward for this assassination.
The silver in the purse collided together, making a crisp sound that was very pleasant to the ear.
The white paper fan didn't understand, "Blind Master... what does this mean?"
I have never seen a killer return the reward after killing someone.
"The man who died yesterday should find his family and give the money to his wife."
Bai Zhifan was stunned for a moment, then gave a thumbs up.
He said sincerely, "Master, be righteous!!"
"If I knew you were greedy for this money..."
Before Li Ping'an could finish speaking, Bai Zhifan was busy behind him.
"Sir, you are looking down on me so much. I am a righteous person who lives in the world!"
You go out and ask around, we at Liuxingtang are the most disciplined in our affairs!"
Li Pingan turned around and walked into the night.
It's not that he is being righteous, but the man gave him a tael of silver the day before yesterday.
He used it all to drink.
The wine was good, and I slept well.
These two hundred taels are considered to have paid for the drinks.
This chapter has been completed!