Bai Ling didn't know why these Dongli people came to Hancheng, but he could see the price he had to bear for taking the blame for Leng Buyu today.
Thinking about it, it won't take long for Jingzhou to officially send someone over.
Soon, the people from the city inspection department led a group of craftsmen and pushed one cart after another.
When the leaders of the City Patrol Department saw Bai Ling sitting on the stone steps, looking thoughtful, they immediately stepped forward, cupped their fists and bowed their waists in salute.
It was the city lord who said this again and again, which brought Bai Ling back to his senses, who was deep in thought.
Bai Ling smiled at a few people and stood up. He patted the dust on his body and walked away. As he walked far away, he could still hear the people from the city patrol behind him discussing.
"These Dongli brats look like they are either rich or noble."
"That's right. The city lord is really a man. He will kill you when he says so."
"Well, let's not look at which city's lord it is. How can you, a bloodless man, be supported by us Hancheng people?"
After hearing this, Bai Ling couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth and smile.
These patrolmen were still chattering while they were working. Bai Ling had already gone far away, and no matter how good his ears were, he could not hear the chatter.
There was a white-haired craftsman who was changing broken slates there. Listening to the enthusiasm of the young men patrolling the city, the white-haired craftsman shook his head and lamented.
The leader of the city inspection department who was the first to salute Bai Ling saw him and was also puzzled. He couldn't help but ask: "Hua Gong, why are you always lamenting? When you work for the yamen, you have never been paid more than the rich people outside the staff."
The white-haired craftsman known as Hua Gong stopped what he was doing, still looking sad, and said: "Do you know who these people are who died?"
Everyone was puzzled, and a skinny monkey asked: "Hua Gong, my brothers don't understand what you are saying. Aren't these just a few Dongli brats? They just have some status."
The white-haired craftsman couldn't help but slapped his thigh hard and said: "I'm confused, how can it be as simple as just a few Dongli envoys? You must understand that I dare not say anything about other places, but ours is Hancheng.
Cold city!"
It sounded like a meaningless sentence, but it made everyone fall silent.
Yes, this is Hancheng. Not to mention Daye, it can be said to be the most repellent place for Dongli people in the entire world.
Everyone couldn't help but look at the corpse of the Dongli man that had been loaded on the donkey cart, and they were all silent.
Then, the Chinese worker looked up at the sky and lamented again, "I hope God has eyes."
The Chinese worker resumed his work, and the men from Lijingmen who had been so excited now had mixed emotions when they saw the corpses of these Dongli people.
And the instigator of everything, Leng Buyu, ran to the clothing store again. When the store manager saw Leng Buyu's appearance, he was happy, but also worried.
Fortunately, this generous man has come to visit us again. What is worrying is that this man keeps looking embarrassed again and again, as if he has just come back from the gate of hell.
There was no need for the waiter to greet him. The shopkeeper himself came up to greet him and said respectfully: "This guest, who are you?"
Leng Buyu smiled and said, "Shopkeeper, do you still have this fabric in stock?"
Seeing Leng Buyu pointing at the tattered clothes on his body, the shopkeeper smiled awkwardly and replied: "Yes, yes, please wait a moment, I will let the master tailor the clothes for the customer."
Leng Buyu raised his hand, signaling the shopkeeper not to move yet, and listened to him: "Shopkeeper, I'm afraid I can't afford your clothes right now, maybe I'll take it on credit..."
Don't wait for the cold words to finish, this store
The shopkeeper immediately said "bah bah bah" and then said: "There is no need to say this to the customer. This small shop never does credit."
Leng Buyu nodded after hearing this, and without saying any more words, he turned around and prepared to leave.
The shopkeeper quickly walked up to him again, stopped him, and continued: "The customer asked me to finish what I said. Our small shop never takes credit, but we always do business with integrity. The customer spent money before.
The money I got was enough to make four or five more sets. The customers gave me the money, not to mention the money, but not the money. Our shop treats it as the money the customers paid in advance for clothes."
After that, the shopkeeper grabbed Leng Buyu's forearm. The moment he grasped Leng Buyu's forearm, he let go of his hand as if he was electrocuted.
The shopkeeper was full of doubts, why was this customer's body so cold to the bone?
Leng Buyu looked at the shopkeeper with doubtful eyes. It was hard for the shopkeeper to ask too many questions. After all, he had heard too many strange stories in the world.
He hurriedly spoke respectfully and said: "Guest, please go to the back room to have a cup of tea and sit for a while. I will call the master here right now."
He was cold and polite, nodded, then opened the curtain and walked into the back room.
After seeing Leng Baoyu and entering, the waiter who was supposed to invite the master was puzzled and asked the shopkeeper: "Shopkeeper, don't you always talk about business and never talk about favors? What's going on today?"
The boy was confused, but he didn't know that the shopkeeper slapped his head hard with his hand and said: "What do you know? These charlatans spend a lot of money when they are rich. A robe that should cost three or four hundred coins can be used for a lot of money."
Give me half a tael of gold. It's really cool now, but these people never think about the money for the next meal of steamed buns."
The clerk still didn't understand what the shopkeeper said, but he was just a clerk and didn't want to ask more questions, so he had to run upstairs and call the master.
Leng Buyu sat in the back room, not touching a drop of the tea prepared for him by the shopkeeper.
He just slumped down with his legs crossed, his eyes closed and his brows furrowed.
Leng Buyu was recalling the battle he had just fought with the Dongli warrior, my grandson Hayato. He was recalling my grandson Hayato's swordsmanship, or in other words, swordsmanship.
When the two of them finally fought, my grandson Hayato's posture was very low, so low that he seemed to be kneeling there.
His sword was obviously in the sheath, but when the two of them faced each other, if his sword was in the sheath, he would be injured first.
It would make sense if Leng Buyu had never seen his sword and could not estimate the length of his samurai sword, making it difficult to dodge.
But the fact is that my grandson Hayato's sword is too fast.
Just when he swung his sword down, my grandson Hayato's sword had already hurt his neck. If he hadn't dispersed his qi early to guard against his qi that turned into a wind blade, I might have been separated from his body by that time.
How did he do it? He came later and came first.
Fast, extremely fast.
Thinking of this, Leng Buyu couldn't help but frown. If it was just about speed, then Daye had a kind of swordsmanship called Jiuxing Feifu, which was a fast sword. But the man named Kui Mulang below Ying Ruge told him about Jiuxing Feifu.
Jiuxing Feifu pays attention to the changes of wrists, arms and shoulders.
As for my grandson Hayato, when he draws his sword, it is just a slash, not a subtle movement of the wrist and arm.
Leng Buyu kept replaying it in his mind and simulated it several times. In his mind, he was my grandson Hayato, and my grandson Hayato was Leng Buyu.
Just when Leng Buyu was puzzled, an old man walked in with arrogant steps. Hearing the footsteps, Leng Buyu couldn't help but open his eyes.
Most of the old man's hair had fallen off, and the front half of his forehead was bare. The rest of his hair was also a mixture of black and white.
A tailor also looks lonely
Ao, he asked: "Are you the one who fights twice every three days, and your nice clothes are in tatters every time?"
Just as he finished speaking, another person rushed in in a hurry. Leng Buyu looked up and saw that it was the shopkeeper of this shop.
The shopkeeper looked at the arrogant old man, and then at Leng Buyu. When he looked at the old man, his expression was helpless, and when he looked at Leng Buyu, his face was full of guilt.
Before the shopkeeper could speak, the arrogant old man pushed him and said unhappily: "Xiao Hao, what are you doing here? I'm about to measure the customer, why are you coming in? Could it be that you still
Want to see the client’s body? When did you become interested in men?”
Listening to the old man's crazy words, the shopkeeper was really helpless, but Leng Buyu found it quite interesting.
The arrogant old man still didn't give the shopkeeper a chance to speak. He pushed the shopkeeper a few more times and simply pushed him out of the door, locking the door in the process.
The shopkeeper was outside and banged on the door anxiously. He was scared in his heart. He was afraid. Leng Buyu was such a charlatan who wandered between life and death all day long. If he really made him anxious, I wonder if he would be so arrogant.
Disadvantage for the elderly.
But after the arrogant old man cursed a few times, the shopkeeper was helpless.
At this time, Leng Buyu spoke and heard him say: "Shopkeeper, I'm just taking measurements, it's no big deal. Just go and do your work."
Listening to Leng Buyu's kind tone, the shopkeeper didn't have anything to say and left.
Leng Buyu didn't know that the owner of the shop immediately ordered the waiter to go to the Yamen and report to the official. After all, the person inside was the master chef and the signature of his small shop.
In the hut, the old man looked at Leng Buyu a few more times, coughed a few times, and said, "Come on, raise your hands and measure the length of your upper and lower arms."
Leng Buyu was also curious. Since the store manager told him his size, the people in the store knew why he had to measure it again.
But he didn't say much, he directly raised his hand and followed the old man's wishes.
But the next moment, Leng Buyu couldn't help but frown.
The old man pulled something out from somewhere. It was a ruler, but this ruler was not a flat ruler, but a slightly curved ruler.
Leng Buyu was stunned, and the old man also saw Leng Buyu's strange look. He put down Leng Buyu's arm, played with his Ford-shaped ruler, and said proudly: "How is it? Old man, this ruler,
But there is only one in the world. So, old man, how can ordinary people know the size of the guests I want..."
Leng Buyu came over, staring with eyes and frowning. This made the master stunned. This guest, he, he was going to do something.
"Master, where did you pull out this ruler just now?"
Looking at Leng Buyu's expression, the old man suddenly realized that it must have been his actions just now that made the people in the world misunderstand him.
The master didn't see anyone outside and put away the ruler again. Then he took out the ruler again. This time, Leng Buyu could see clearly that the old man had hidden the slightly curved ruler in his sleeve.
.
That movement was so fast that even if you didn't look carefully, you would think it was a trick.
But besides the same speed in technique, is there any other reason? His sword is also very fast, and he can unsheath it and put it back in an instant. But compared to my grandson Hayato drawing a sword, and this old man drawing a ruler, after all,
Go slower.
Leng Buyu took the ruler, looked at it, and laughed out loud. He understood, he understood the secret of my grandson Hayato's sword.
Because, his sword has a curvature, and it is this curvature that increases the speed of the sword being unsheathed.