But Ma Xingkong stood at the door and stared at Xu Zheng fiercely.
It turned out that before he fell asleep, he had already seen Xu Zheng walking towards the guest room, so he hurriedly changed his clothes, followed him, and finally stopped drinking Xu Zheng.
He drove Xu Zheng away and said to Feng Zhou: "Young Master Feng, my disciple is spoiled by me and doesn't understand the truth. Please bear with me."
Now that Ma Xingkong has driven Xu Zheng away, Feng Zhou naturally won't behave like a gangster. He smiled lightly and said: "It doesn't matter, Brother Xu has a straight temper and is also a sweet-tempered person."
Ma Xingkong said a few more nice words, then left the guest room and came to Xu Zheng's room. He scolded him: "You bastard, I sent my child here all the way, so you don't care about your master's face."
Yes, it’s for Lao Zhang’s sake. Why do you want to hit someone? Is what Master always teaches you to bully the weak?”
"Master, I..., I..."
Although he was straightforward, he was embarrassed to say that his junior sister was always looking at him, so he could only frown and said: "I don't like him. I obviously have no hair. It must be said that it is Jinding Sect's unique martial arts. After practicing it to the extreme, I will become bald. In the world,
How can there be such martial arts? I think he clearly thinks that his martial arts is low and he is bragging!"
Ma Xingkong was even more angry: "Things that don't grow! What's wrong with people bragging? People can't grow their hair, so they find an excuse to cover it up. What will it do to you, Master Xu? If you walk around the world in the future, and meet
His nickname is 'Wind Chaser' or 'Flying on Grass'. Do you think he is exaggerating? Do you need to discipline him?"
Having said this, Ma Xingkong couldn't help but sigh slightly. The escort agency industry relies entirely on interpersonal relationships. It took him many years to establish a good relationship with the good guys along the way. When passing by their territory, he gave money and they came to their own place.
We ate and drank with him, and found a few red girls to send them over. Before we left, we didn't forget to give him a sum of money for traveling expenses.
This kind of thing is what Xu Zheng, a bastard, can do! Not to mention letting him eat, drink and have fun with his friends in the world. Today, the escort office came to see a heroic young man who had traveled thousands of miles to see him off. He wanted to beat him up, what else do you expect?
Did he take his friends from all over the world to play in the hall?
Although with Ma Xingkong's experience in the martial arts world, he naturally understood why his disciple disliked Feng Zhou. It was nothing more than a matter of affection between children.
It's just that although Feng Zhou is young, handsome, and has a chivalrous heart, he comes from a little-known Jinding sect, and his martial arts skills are not that high. He is not as good as his apprentice, and he is not worthy of his daughter...
But if Xu Zheng beats someone up for something like this, once word spreads, the reputation of Pegasus Escort Agency will be ruined.
Forget it, the Jinding Sect is not a famous sect. I will send him away tomorrow with some gold and silver. This will prevent the young people from becoming jealous and causing the Pegasus Escort Agency to lose its reputation.
Ma Xingkong scolded Xu Zheng while thinking in his mind.
However, Ma Xingkong thought that although he was thoughtful, he still made the wrong calculation.
How could Feng Zhou stay in the Pegasus Escort Bureau for a long time after being repeatedly provoked by the disciples of the Chief Escort Officer?
After breakfast the next day, Feng Zhou already said goodbye before Ma Xingkong could say anything.
"Thank you Mr. Ma for your hospitality. I'm going to travel around the world, so I'll take my leave now." Feng Zhou's tone was calm, but his attitude was very determined.
Ma Xingkong knew what happened last night and thought to himself: "It seems that Feng Shaoxia knows that his martial arts skills are not as good as Zheng'er, so he has to leave early today."
Xu Zheng thought to himself: "Now, junior sister, I won't have random thoughts. It's best to leave. Huh! You're a smart kid!"
Ma Chunhua's mind was confused for half the night. When she heard the news that Feng Zhou was leaving, she didn't take it seriously.
She knew that she and this young hero from Yunnan's Jinding Sect were not from the same family, and her father would not marry her to her, so it was useless to think too much about it.
None of the three heads of the Pegasus Escort Agency had any intention of staying, and naturally the others wouldn't say much either.
The executioner Zhang Yang was just a worker in the escort agency and had no say. Even though he was extremely grateful to Feng Zhou, he didn't say a word.
However, Ma Xingkong was not stingy. Seeing that Feng Zhou's mule cart was already dilapidated, he gave him a healthy horse and fifty taels of silver.
This is the rule of the Qian Escort Bureau. Naturally, Feng Zhou would not refuse. He did not want to pay tribute to his disciples, so he generously took the horses and silver coins, said thank you, let the horse gallop away, and quickly left Huaining City.
, heading north.
He went all the way north, and in the evening he came to a place called Zhuqu Town. After entering the city, he found a hotel, tied up his horse, entered the hall and ordered a few side dishes and a pot of tea. While he poured himself a cup of tea,
He scanned the people in the hall with his eyes.
On the second day after he came to this world, he took his two children on the road. Only now did he relax, so he took a look at the people in this world.
I saw only a few people sitting sparsely in the hotel. Everyone was wearing short shirts, short jackets, felt hats, and bamboo hats. Below they were wearing wide-waisted trousers and leg belts.
Of course, everyone has a yin and yang head, with a whip on the back of their head. Only Feng Zhou wears a brocade robe and has a bare head.
During the Qing Dynasty, except for monks and Taoist priests, all men had to wear braids, but some people were born bald, so there was no way to grow braids, right?
If you don't want to cause trouble, you can wear a melon skin hat, buy a fake braid and fix it on your head, and then wear a melon skin hat to cover it up.
But poor people can't even afford three meals a day, so how can they have the money to buy braids? So they have no choice but to go bare-headed.
Regarding this point, the government turned a blind eye or closed an eye. It was not as brutal as it was when the country was first founded.
Speaking of roots, this is the reason for feudal rule. The so-called imperial power does not go to the countryside. Below the county level, the world is dominated by powerful landlords. As long as they are too lazy to pay attention, no one cares about why your bald head cannot grow braids.
After dinner, he shouted to the shopkeeper: "Get me a room in the upper room and get me a basin of hot water to wash my feet!"
After the waiter tidied up the room, Feng Zhou fell asleep and when he opened his eyes again, it was already dawn the next day.
He got up, had breakfast, walked out of the hotel, and walked around the city.
While walking on the street, he suddenly saw a large group of people gathered in front of him, and there were sounds of crying coming from inside. He frowned and walked forward.
"Mr. Wei, just do it, okay. Oh wu wu... just let our Xing'er go." Among the crowd, a woman was kneeling on the ground, holding her daughter in her arms, and was begging for a man in rich clothes.
Chinese.
The woman was about forty or fifty years old, with a thin body, deep wrinkles on her face, and her hands were like tree bark. She was obviously a woman who had done rough work all year round. Her daughter looked young and would only show off her face.
Cry loudly.
The clothes they both wore were patched, but the strong man they were begging for was dressed in brocade clothes and had a strong build. Feng Zhou noticed that his temples were bulging, and he was obviously a practicing martial artist.