One hundred and sixty-five Jianghu Erlang Jianghu died
How fast can a person draw a knife?
Wei Changpan often thought this while stroking the hilt of his sword. As a three-story warrior, compared with soldiers who were slightly stronger than ordinary people, even though he had learned sword skills from Zhou Gan, he was still half-baked.
There is still a difference between clouds and mud. When an ordinary person uses one sword, he can use two or even three swords to kill three people.
When a martial artist confronts ordinary people, he is like a strong man handling a child, and there is no threat at all.
The headquarters of Wuhe Escort Agency in Jinzhou is located in Bingyuan City, Jinzhou City. It has been accumulated for hundreds of years. Even during this period, there have been decades of ups and downs. Wuhe Escort Agency is still one of the best righteous sects in the world of Bingyuan City and even Jinzhou.
, the reputation of the bodyguard business is also very good. However, in recent years, the country has been peaceful and the people are safe, and the number of bodyguards required has gradually decreased. The owner of the Wuhe Bodyguard Bureau is also quick-minded. Many people in the north are martial arts, and their subordinates are well trained.
With so many skilled warriors and bodyguards, they can be put to use. In addition to being cashiers and teaching disciples, they can also look after the homes and courtyards of wealthy families and work for the court. These are also lucrative side jobs.
On the way back to Jinzhou, the escort leader Zhang Bashun was cautious at all times. Wu and the escort agency would fly the escort flag when it was time to fly. If they were traveling to a place where they had no friendship, they would rather take a long detour rather than take any risks. Therefore, this big
By the time the car team arrived at the headquarters of Wuhe Escort Agency in Jinzhou, it had already snowed twice.
Wei Changpan, who was shivering from the cold in the cart, breathed heat into his palms vigorously, no longer thinking about what to do with the knife. His hands, whose knuckles were pale from the cold, gradually regained consciousness, and the thick clothes he bought on the road were wrapped around his body.
He wore a big cloak and moved his buttocks a little closer to the small stove in the center of the carriage. He couldn't help but sneezed once, followed by a second and a third, one after another.
A black and shiny wine bag was stuffed under Wei Changpan's nose. He tremblingly stretched out his hand to remove the stopper of the wine bag and took a big gulp into his mouth. The crude earthenware had the smell of leather, even in the most authentic way.
Laojiu Mengzi's was also a low-grade food, but now it became the only good thing that could warm the body.
This sip of wine poured into the stomach and intestines, and soon I felt a heat spreading through my limbs and bones. In the blink of an eye, I was warmed up, and my pale cheeks became a little more rosy.
"When you get to the escort agency, you won't have to suffer this punishment anymore." Gu Shengyang, an old man with a beard that was more than half a foot long, caught the wine bag Wei Changpan handed back and said with a smile.
Along the way from Suzhou to Jinzhou, Wei Changpan was somewhat estranged from the Wuhe escorts in the early days, but later he became so familiar with it that he was so familiar with it that he happily split a piece of tissue paper into two halves.
Some of those hidden worries disappeared. In the end, Wei Changpan, who couldn't stand the bitter cold in Jinzhou, even refused to drink. It was an accident that he managed to drink half a kilogram of wine with these two sips of bad wine to keep out the cold.
"The chief bodyguard is no better than the clerk in the Suzhou branch." Zhang Bashun, who was extremely tired but still energetic, took out a small knife with an extra inch to shave his face.
They are all people who want to quit, and the worst thing is that they don’t have the pension money from the escort agency."
These days, Wei Changpan has a rough outline of the person who is the head of the Wuhe Escort Bureau. He is a tall old man who looks majestic. He has white beard and white hair. He stands with his hands behind his back. His eyes are like lightning and his voice is like thunder.
The ground in Jinzhou shakes even when I stomp my feet...
The chief escort was not that kind of person. When he talked to Gu Shengyan in private, the latter laughed and said, but when asked in detail, he couldn't explain the reason. He only said that he knew it when he came to Jinzhou.
Looking out through the gap in the curtain of the carriage, I saw that the wheels of the cart were grinding into the foot-deep snow. The groom did not bother to whip the horse, and allowed it to drag the cart slowly through the snow.
Not as fast as Wei Changpan who came over on foot, Zhang Bashun, who had finished shaving and put back his knife, saw Wei Changpan's actions and explained that there was ice at the bottom of such deep snow. If he was in a hurry, something would go wrong.
, so the groom just let the horse go slowly. They are all horses raised by the escort agency and they know the way home.
An hour and a half later, Wei Changpan jumped down from the cart tremblingly and stood in the courtyard of Wuhe Escort Bureau. Several tightly wrapped people came out of the house and said hello to the group of people.
When they had time to chat a few more words, they all trotted towards the house.
"Get on the kang." Zhang Bashun threw aside the dog skin jacket he was wearing and called to Wei Changpan.
After taking off his big cloak, he sat on the table that was as high as his waist. As soon as his butt moved up, Wei Changpan's expression changed a little. The hot table was very... burning his buttocks.
He looked around and saw that the escorts around him were all looking very comfortable. They were half lying on the table, half squinting their eyes, and they were confused about what they were talking about. Wei Changpan thought that he would probably survive this moment.
That's okay, but I didn't expect that after a while, the heat under my body not only didn't reduce by half, but actually became even hotter.
"A southerner from Dayao, this is the first time I come to Jinzhou in the north. I really can't get used to the hot kang here." Zhang Bashun stood up from the kang and put something soft under his buttocks. Wei Changpan just then
Realizing the benefits of this thing, a comfortable moan came from the bottom of my teeth.
Wei Changpan had read about the bitter cold in the north of Dayao when he was in Qingshan Town, when he was reading a few old books of the old scholar, but he didn't know it was so severe that when he was in the cart, he took out all his clothes and put them on his body, but he still got cold.
I was so cold that I had no choice but to drink strong alcohol to ward off the cold, so I could survive the hundreds of miles from Suzhou to Jinzhou.
When he got up at night, he went out to urinate, and even when he was lifting his pants, he was already freezing. Even in the severe cold weather in Jiangzhou, Wei Changpan had never seen anything like this. His exposed cheeks, ears, and hands were all chapped and leaking.
It was bloodshot, and it hurt when it touched water. After applying the ointment Gu Sheng bought, he went to get a felt hat and a pair of sheepskin gloves from the escort, and when he came back, the chapped skin was better.
"Two bites?"
The person nearby handed over a small copper pot. Before Wei Changpan took it, he knew that it was probably wine. The alcohol prohibition was not allowed outside the escort agency. When we arrived at the Wuhe Escort Agency, we always had to open our stomachs and have a few cups.
On this trip, the escorts also each brought warm wine bottles and bowls. It was not yet time to eat, so it would be good to take a few sips.
He wanted to politely decline the man's kindness, but when Wei Changpan saw that the man passing the jug looked like an elderly man, he knew that he was probably a highly respected old man in the escort agency, a figure that every escort leader must respect.
He didn't dare to neglect, took the jug with both hands, unscrewed the lid of the jug and smelled the aroma of the wine. After drinking, he handed it back with both hands, smashed his mouth, and felt something similar to the five wines in old Gu Shengyang's wine bag.
For just a few cents, a wine bag can be filled with the taste of bad wine. It was quite different, so I sincerely praised it: "Good wine."
Take a closer look at the old man. He is wearing tattered sheepskin clothes and the style is unclear. He is sitting cross-legged on the kang with his dirty feet bare. He is chatting with the people around him in local Jinzhou dialect.
Wei Changpan could barely understand a word or two.
, I could only stare there, speechless.
"You're a little kid whose hometown is in Jiangzhou? You haven't reached Guan's age yet, so your master's elders can trust you to travel to Suzhou alone? There's no one to protect you."
The old man finally changed the Jinzhou dialect into the Mandarin of the Dayao prefectures and counties. Seeing that the copper wine pot was empty, he propped himself up and leaned against the wall behind him, and reached out to grab a handful from the small table on the kang.
He peeled the peanuts and put them in his mouth while talking. As he ate, the rustling crumbs fell from his snow-white beard onto the tattered sheepskin clothes that had not been washed for an unknown period of time.
When this old man mentioned this question that had been asked by countless people, Wei Changpan suddenly felt a sense of boredom.
Yes, yes, master, master, brothers from the Zhang family in Qishan County, and uncle Dashi are all dead. You keep asking this question over and over again...
Is this interesting?
"Who said you can't travel around in the world before you reach the crown? Who said you can't travel around in the world without someone to protect you? A man who dies in the world deserves to die!"
When the old man saw that Wei Changpan had finished speaking, he stood up unsteadily on the kang. He hurriedly called to the escort leader Zhang Bashun and said, "Xiao Shunzi, pull this kid down quickly. Don't let the kang collapse when the time comes!"
When I was escorting, I was called "Guardou Zhang" by the escort master. In the escort agency, my fellow escort bosses and even the owner of the escort agency would greet me as "Lao Zhang". Nowadays, I was called "Xiao Shunzi" and other almost joking titles.
Feeling ashamed and annoyed, he just stood up silently and pulled Wei Changpan back to the kang, as if he wanted to say something else, without saying a word.
"He's a young boy who doesn't know how to drink. If you give him a few more drinks, you might even tell him about stealing a girl's bellyband a few times." The old man saw the blush on Wei Changpan's face and turned over.
He rolled his eyes and said, "Boy, I still need some practice in drinking."
Jinju’s strong liquor is not something that people from other states can easily get used to, but this time it’s hard to get used to it even if you want to change it.
Wei Changpan only felt dizzy, the alcohol was on his head, and he was tired from traveling and traveling these days. Before he could say a few more words to refute, he tilted his head and fell asleep on the kang. Not long after, there was a slight sound.
The sound of snoring is from a deep sleep.
The old man who was leaning against the wall covered his chest and coughed. The bodyguard nearby who was drinking and chatting immediately turned over and rubbed his back. Another person brought a spittoon and spit out a mouthful of sticky yellow liquid with two thumping sounds in his throat.
Old phlegm.
"Is this the person you are looking for? Xiao Shunzi has always had a mediocre vision, but there are times when inspiration strikes."
The sloppy old man spit out the sticky phlegm, regained his breath, and said to Zhang Bashun who slowly laid Wei Changpan down on the kang, while throwing the empty copper wine pot to the people aside.
He is a little guy with many secrets hidden in his belly, he said to himself while stroking the white beard on his chin and forehead.
But the idea that a charlatan will die in a charlatan is to his liking.