"It turns out to be Brother Zhao from Qianlong Eighty-Eight. He is really thunderous." The big man Wan Dongliu said with a smile: "I wonder where Brother Zhao is going? It's better to meet by chance than to meet him. Our chief rudder is in Yangzhou ahead, so why not go to the city?
Want a glass of water and wine?”
"Wait a minute, Brother Wan, right? Please wait a minute, let me ask you something." Zhao Changhe jumped off the horse and grabbed the thin man: "What is this bloodthirsty Shura?"
Wan Dongliu: "..."
The thin man's leg was broken and he was writhing in pain. How could he have thought that this was what Zhao Changhe was struggling with? He reluctantly said, "You, you don't have the Blood Evil Kung Fu or the Blood Evil Sword Technique? I heard people say that when you chop people, their eyes will turn red."
, there is also a trick that looks like cannibalism, with a broad knife, there will be no intact corpse of anyone who opposes you... If you are not bloodthirsty, who is bloodthirsty? "
"...Forget it about being bloodthirsty, why is he a Shura again? It's a bit earthy."
Wan Dongliu: "..."
What are you struggling with? Is the nickname good or not?
The thin man was so painful that he broke into a cold sweat: "That's what the Buddhas of the Maitreya religion said. They said that Shura is an ancient evil god, with infinite power, irritable and aggressive..."
Zhao Changhe opened his mouth and closed it again.
Why does it seem so appropriate?
The thin man continued: "...Asuras are divided into male and female, and the male ones are ugly."
Zhao Changhe was furious: "I am incompatible with the Maitreya Sect!"
Shouzi and Wan Dongliu were obviously enemies, but they had the same attitude towards this matter, and they both thought it was a perfect fit.
There is only a wrong name, but there is no wrong nickname...
The two people who were incompatible with each other didn't take it seriously. Wan Dongliu laughed: "Brother Zhao, it's just a nickname. If Brother Zhao is not satisfied, he might as well come up with one himself. To be honest, my Caogang is good at promoting nicknames for others.
, many little white dragons with the Jade Faced Divine Sword are spread from our place, there are already over a hundred little white dragons.”
Zhao Changhe's eyes lit up: "Is there still this trick?"
"Not bad." Wan Dongliu said with a smile: "How about it, what does Brother Zhao want to be called?"
Zhao Changhe was stuck. He had never thought of this. If he had known it, he would have asked Tang Wanzhuang to help think of one. She is educated.
"Forget it, since we have Brother Wan as a channel, let me think about it slowly." Zhao Changhe got on the horse again: "Is Yangzhou ahead?"
"That's right." Wan Dongliu picked up the thin man and said with a smile: "This man stole an important thing from our Cao Gang. Fortunately, Brother Zhao helped to catch him. I need to capture him first and go back to deliver the goods. Brother Zhao will just repay me when he comes to the city.
Wan Dongliu’s name is always an honored guest wherever he goes!”
After saying that, he bowed his hands and walked away with the thin man in his arms.
Damn, everyone knows how to tread water. Zhao Changhe felt that his ability to tread water was getting worse and worse, and he was still making no trace of blood when he stepped on water. He would sink every time he stepped on water.
But this is not actually a matter of treading on blood without leaving a trace. It is possible to tread on blood without leaving a trace. It is because his internal strength has not kept up. If his internal strength is not up to that level, naturally everything he steps on becomes heavy.
However, these two guys who looked like random passers-by were actually more capable than him. Zhao Changhe at least knew who Wan Dongliu was.
The young leader of the Cao Gang, the fifth level of Xuan Guan, Qian Long 70, just a little lower than Han Wubing, a little higher than Zhao Changhe. Judging from this Qinggong, his internal strength is also the kind of man who can enter the house, not the outsider he looks like on the outside.
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There are still many heroes in the world, and isn't that what I want to see... Now that fate has come to this, I might as well see what the Caobang is like, which I didn't intend to see.
The sadness caused by what I saw and heard on the road in the past few days was temporarily settled in my heart. I really can't do anything about those things now. Even if I plan to do anything in the future, I have to understand the world clearly before talking about it.
This river is not the main road of the canal, but a small tributary. It is not wide, otherwise the two of them would not be able to cross it. A narrow river often means that there should be a bridge on the river... Zhao Changhe reined in his horse and took a detour, and sure enough there was not.
I found a stone arch bridge not far away and rode my horse across the bridge leisurely.
So what kind of water are you stepping on... Damn, when I get better at it, I'll step on it too!
Not far ahead is Yangzhou, one of the most important cities in the north of the Yangtze River. It is also a place with the same place name and humanities as the Qinghe River... In terms of humanities, it is no problem to directly say that this is the south of the Yangtze River.
When Zhao Changhe stepped into the city gate, he also felt that there was some fate in his heart. Not long ago, he and Han Wubing talked about holding a sword and drinking wine, slimming their waists in the palm of their hands, and in a blink of an eye, the dream of Yangzhou was approaching. Who is the lucky one?
What's interesting is that the outside is thousands of miles of desolation, but the inside of the city has the flavor that was originally imagined. It's a bit like the blood outside has been sucked dry to support the city. Therefore, this prosperity appears a bit ironic.
This place is almost as lively as Qinghe County, but the culture is very different. I don't know if the Cui family in Qinghe wants to tell a moral heirloom. The overall atmosphere seems very steady and serious, and the architectural tones are also more solemn and solemn.
But here and now, I can only feel the smoke and willows all over the city, and the wind and flowers everywhere.
The horses were passing by the bridge in the city, and they stopped to look at him. From the many buildings on the left and right sides of the inland river, the girls looked up with eager eyes. When they saw his eyes sweeping towards him, they all waved their sleeves to invite him, and covered their mouths with smiles.
At that time, I was young, wearing thin spring clothes, riding a horse and leaning on a leaning bridge, with red sleeves and red sleeves all over the building.
The quality is much better than that of Jianhu City, and the overall atmosphere is also much better. Zhao Changhe, who had already returned the poems to the teacher, couldn't help but burst out with picturesque poetry. No wonder he said that he was riding a crane to Yangzhou with a hundred thousand guan in his pocket. This nigga
Ma Zhen is a man's paradise.
I don’t know where the Twenty-Four Bridge is. Oh, maybe it may not exist in this world, but it must exist...
"Young Master, please stay in our Xiaoxiang Pavilion. Our girl is the most famous in the city. Don't worry about your good horse. We have the best fodder and the most exquisite care..."
Zhao Changhe withdrew his mind from his surroundings and said with a smile: "In the south of the Yangtze River, what is Xiaoxiang?"
"Eh? Young Master is an elegant man! We call this foreign taste... uh..." As Zhao Changhe turned his head, the face of the madam changed, and his voice began to stutter: "This scar...thirsty, bloodthirsty Shura Zhao Changhe...
…”
Zhao Changhe's smile suddenly disappeared.
"What's the matter? Have I, a vicious person, affected the style and public order of your restaurant?"
"No, that's not the case..." The old bustard said with a smile: "We don't know how to welcome a famous person like you."
"Really?" Zhao Changhe dismounted: "Then I really will live here."
The madam secretly complained in her heart. She was not afraid of affecting the style. She was really afraid of affecting the public order. If such a vicious person really made trouble with someone inside, the building might be demolished. She calmed down and said with a smile: "Young Master
Please come in, our Xiaoxiang Pavilion also respects Caobang, maybe we still have friendship with the young master."
This was pointing out that he had a backstage. Zhao Changhe laughed, and just as he was about to speak, loud laughter came from the street corner: "Hahaha, Brother Zhao also likes Hunan flavor, not bad, not bad. Our Cao Gang opened this Xiaoxiang restaurant,
Brother Zhao, although he is having fun, all the expenses will be taken care of by Wan!"
I bet you really have a relationship with our Cao Gang... The Madam's expression turned into awe, and she smiled and said, "Young Gang Leader."
Wan Dongliu strode over and patted Zhao Changhe's shoulder enthusiastically: "Come on, come on, I'm treating you. Let Brother Zhao see our Yangzhou enthusiasm first!"
Why are you everywhere... I mean, people pay attention to you when you enter the city. Once I come in, I will report to you everywhere? This level of enthusiasm for me is a bit too much.
Zhao Changhe changed his mind and wanted to see what was going on with this person, so he did not refuse and said with a smile: "Then it is better to obey my order than to be respectful. Brother Wan, please."