Power, wealth, treasures and beauty, men pursue nothing more than this all their lives. Looking at what these people long for, Liang Boye smiled slightly, and then lamented: "What a pity, what a pity."
Mrs. Huaying asked doubtfully: "Are these still not to the general's taste?"
Liang Boye shook his head. He planned to drink another cup of tea, but he still put the tea cup on the table. He stared at Mrs. Yinghua's charming face, and there was a trace of greed in his heart. Even though he had greed, In just a moment, he stood up and said: "The power of ten thousand people, the glory and wealth, the sword and the beautiful concubine. What more can a man ask for when he has a husband like this? What a pity, this is not Ziwei City."
Mrs. Huaying smiled lightly and said: "So the general really will not leave Ziwei City?"
"No, I only work for Dayi and Ziwei City. I can only thank you for your kindness, Madam." Liang Boye looked back at the water clock at the foot of the wall, and couldn't help but pat his left hand with a fan, "Madam, I have something else to do when I come down to Hancheng. It's not over yet, so I can only act rudely."
Mrs. Hua Ying nodded, poured out the tea in the cup, then put the cup back on the table and said: "Then there will be no general left. After all, the general is the general of Ziwei City, and the wife is the wife of Wanfeng City."
Liang Boye walked out of the teahouse and walked quickly. He turned a corner and entered a dead end. There was no one in the dead end. Liang Boye leaned against the wall and seemed to be saying to himself: "If you want to see him, just come here." Hancheng, if you want him to know who you are, let me help you invite him. Now, what's going on?"
The woman in colorful clothes appeared at the entrance of the alley carrying a piano case, and said in a gentle and regretful voice: "He still doesn't know who I am."
"I have always been curious. With your cultivation level, if you are just a maid, how capable would the Peach Blossom Fairy be?"
The woman in colorful clothes sneered and said: "Fairy is just an ordinary woman after all. Besides, it's not about my ability, but about this knife."
"What a weird knife." Liang Boye's left hand ignited a ball of flame, and the flames then wrapped around his whole body, as if the person was burned by fire. When the fire subsided, Liang Boye changed his outfit. The white robe changed into a suit of scales. He wore a light dragon-patterned armor with a dark cyan cloak on the outside. The magpie-tail crest was missing. His hair was loose and blowing in the wind. Hearing his slightly arrogant tone, he said, "If you are just an ordinary person, that's it. But you ignored one thing." The thing is, no cultivator can survive under the flames of a master, let alone a secular martial arts woman."
The woman in colorful clothes smiled, looked at Liang Boye, and said, "You and I are still alive."
At this time, Liang Boye's handsome face showed sadness, sighed, and said with emotion: "His old man has never been able to teach me all his skills, so let's not mention it. By the way, since we have arrived at Hansu City, then Do you want my help?"
The beautiful woman in colorful clothes wrinkled slightly and asked: "Don't you need to pay attention to your White Crow Army? Then how do you plan to help?"
Liang Boye laughed and said: "It's just a small thing for me to come to Hancheng to meet you. There is also a big thing.
Naturally, I also came to seek the road of copper and iron."
Hearing that the reason was this, the woman in colorful clothes nodded, slightly relieved, and asked: "How much do you plan to buy?"
Liang Boye chuckled: "Now I have a total of 400,000 taels of silver. How much copper and iron do you think this money can buy?"
The woman in colorful clothes put down the piano case on her back. Liang Boye knew that when she put down the piano case, she might very well take away her arms and legs with a flick of the black knife. Liang Boye was also confident that since the person in front of him dared to risk Life and death are irrelevant to saving oneself, so it is impossible to take one's own life at this time.
"If these coppers and irons can be made into swords and armors, do you think Ziwei City will be caught off guard when the world is in chaos?"
The woman in colorful clothes sat on the piano case, lowered her head slightly, as if looking at her feet: "Yi Zi, if you must have a hand in it, you may not be able to leave Hancheng."
Liang Boye was confused, but he believed in the woman in colorful clothes in front of him. If this woman in colorful clothes didn't have his heart, Liang Boye really wanted to take her back to Ziwei City and put her in the vacant position of his first wife.
Liang Boye hesitated for a few moments, and finally asked: "Are there other forces besides Muhanlou that have come to Hancheng, and what is their purpose?"
The woman in colorful clothes nodded and replied: "As far as I know, Mu Hanlou, Yan Yunqi, and Yi Shuihan will all send people to Hancheng. I don't know if these people have arrived or not. In addition, this Hancheng The Lord himself is not a fuel-efficient lamp."
Liang Boye frowned slightly, thinking of a terrible thing, and asked: "Is it possible that Taohua'an is also planning to get involved?"
The woman in colorful clothes shook her head and said: "In addition to Jinling in Lincheng, there is also the Mo County of his Mo family and my Hangwai of Taohua Nuan. I don't know what will happen to the Mo family, but I, Taohua Nuan, will never get involved in worldly affairs."
"That's because you are worried about that thief. You don't know that this person is someone you can get along with." Liang Boye waved his left hand again, and the flames enveloped his entire palm. With a shake of his body, the long strip of cloth flew out from behind and was covered by it. He held it in his hand. The flame burned the cloth in an instant, and a spear appeared in his hand. Gradually, the flame faded, and the spear showed a silver texture. "Do you know where this silver spear came from."
"It's like a flying dragon, with a little bit of cold light, I don't know."
"The owner of this gun was still alive when I got it. It's a pity that he didn't have time to teach me one and a half moves to kill him." Liang Boye waved the silver gun with one hand. "He has a special characteristic. He waved the silver gun with one hand. It’s as if the other hand is useless. It’s a pity that a good gun cannot meet a brave man who knows how to use it.”
Liang Boye walked out of the alley with a gun. After he left, the woman in colorful clothes said silently: "Ye Zi, you must not get involved with Yan Yunqi, otherwise no one can save you."
Liang Boye passed by a man in white clothes with black trim. This man was Yao Wang. He glanced at him from the corner of his eye, but Yao Wang did not recognize him.
Liang Boye snorted coldly, feeling disdainful in his heart. The world's number one snitch only had such a sharp eye.
"Brother."
Liang Boye stopped when he heard someone calling him. When he turned around, he saw that the person calling him was Yaowu.
Yaowu walked up to Liang Boye, looked at the spear in his hand carefully, and then said: "This spear faintly exudes a supreme chivalry that is rare in the world. I don't know its name?"
Liang Boye's eyelids moved slightly, but he couldn't believe that Yaowu noticed the mystery just by taking a glance. Liang Boye chuckled, and then said: "Is this a silver gun? It has no name."
Yaowuan let out an ooh and then asked, "I wonder if you can tell me who the senior was who taught me the silver spear?"
Liang Boye's heart was full of emotions. This Yaowu was indeed no ordinary thief, but he still shook his head, and then said: "I am the only owner of this silver gun from front to back."
Yaowu couldn't help but frown, a little puzzled: "It seems that I've made a mistake. If it really belongs to Xiongtai alone, then Xiongtai's chivalry will be difficult for ordinary people to match."
"I'm Liang Boye in Ziwei City."
When Yaowan heard the words Liang Boye, he couldn't help but clasp his fists. There was surprise in his tone, and he said: "White jade mad dragon Liang Boye, disrespectful. I'm the late Muhan Qinglou Yaowuan."
"In this way, the disrespectful person is me. There is a White Shadow Rogue in the west, who is unparalleled in the world. Compared with me, my name is just a joke."
"There are three heroes in the world, Zhong Xihou, Ying Ruge and Liang Boye. They are all honored by me."
Liang Boye laughed out loud, and others looked at him and said that this person is crazy: "There is no end if this continues. I would be grateful for the thick-skinned people in this town. Meeting is fate, why not find a restaurant and have a drink? .”
"A restaurant..."
Liang Boye nodded and said: "I just came to Hansu City and heard that there is a restaurant called Zuihua House..."
Yaowan waved his hand quickly: "That's a place to drink flower wine."
Liang Boye looked surprised and said jokingly: "Master Baiying knows about this restaurant? Have you ever been there?"
As soon as these words came out, Yaowang didn't know how to reply. He smiled playfully and said, "I've heard of it, but I've never been there."
Liang Boye laughed heartily, and then said: "I think Bai Ying is already a grown man who has passed his age. What's wrong with an adult man drinking in a flower house? Why don't you host me and have a good time today?"
"It would be disrespectful to refuse..."
The two of them had just entered Zuihua House, and the waiter came running over to greet them. Seeing that it was Yaowu, he couldn't help but perked up, and said respectfully as if he were his own father: "Hey, sir, you are here."
Yaowan took a look and saw that this person was not the pervert-looking shop assistant from the last time he came here.
Without waiting for Yaowuan to answer, the waiter spoke with a sentence that made Yaowuan petrified and didn't know how to answer. Hearing the waiter say: "I wonder if you want to serve the two girls last time?"
"Two girls?" Uncle Liang, who had changed back to his previous attire, opened his fan and looked at Yaowan with a mysterious smile, smiling without saying a word.