That girl who didn't look like an ordinary person - the men in the small town obviously thought that the word "girly" was more suitable for their own mother-in-law who was born and raised in the town, instead of the romantic fairy with this smile.
Then I met three more girls.
Six splendid carriages.
Four beauties with different styles.
The other two are maid bags.
Mr. Qian was in a trance, as if he had returned to six or seven years ago.
When traveling in the world, decent people always pay attention to the old rule of helping each other when there is an injustice. If you want to help, the old rule of life and death is regarded as a guideline by Qian Erye, who was just starting out at that time. Qian Cai, that is, Qian Erye did not listen to what he said to him at the beginning.
The tone of the senior Jianghu who has been together for two years is intriguing. He has just walked through the county town and has only walked dozens of miles in the Jianghu. Second Master Qian encounters injustice for the first time. He is so full of blood and money. How can Second Master Qian care about senior Jianghu?
As he spoke about the rules of the world, he stepped forward, drew his sword from its sheath, and shouted loudly:
"The Sa family has a domineering sword. The second master Qian, the talented man, is here. The thieves should stop being so rampant!"
Hearing these words, the bandits who were blocking the road seven or eight miles out of the city to ask for money were stunned. It was not that they were frightened by Mr. Qian's raw knife skills that could reveal flaws at a glance, but that these bandits were all
They came out from other states to seek a living, and suffered many hardships before they ended up here as bandits. They couldn't understand the small town dialect that Mr. Qian thought he had a bit of a heroic spirit.
It's just that the burly young boy drew his sword at him when he saw him. Some of them have a headache in buying passage money. We don't steal or rob. We just openly ask this passerby for some food and clothing expenses, that is, we take it in our hands.
If you are reluctant to buy a hatchet or a pitchfork, you can just do a few tricks and most of the time you will be willing to pay for it. How many bandits are as polite as us in this world today? Damn it!
Seeing the dazzling knife slashing at his head, even the Ni Bodhisattva became a little angry. Didn't he just meet a pretty little girl today? After teasing her for a few words, the skin of the melon started to burst into tears.
The gate made these bandits, who were used to being kind to others, somewhat at a loss. They were so desperate that they were spotted by this turtle son who didn't understand the rules of the ball. They had no choice but to fuck him first.
A good man can't stand against a large number of people, so it won't be a big deal if he has a grudge. This is what Mr. Qian learned from his first battle in the world. It's a pity that he was beaten up by these bandits who were probably wandering from Shuzhou.
They also paid warm greetings to the female ancestors of the Qian family and then confiscated the money from Mr. Qian. Although these bandits were dirty, they were rare at least.
The kind-hearted bandit helped the two injured by Mr. Qian's crazy attack back to the mountain. He hesitated again and again, turned around and cursed, threw down some of the money found on Mr. Qian's body, and limped away.
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There was left Mr. Qian, who had been beaten to a pig's head wound and was extremely painful from the mountain wind, lying on the mountain road, and the pair of eyes that had been completely forgotten by the bandits and had eyes wide open in tears witnessed him coming forward.
A little girl who was a chivalrous person and was beaten up by a bandit.
Mr. Qian felt extremely sad and angry.
Either I heard those heroes in the books saw an injustice, and when their names were reported, they either "shocked the leading mountain king, threw away his weapons and knelt down to beg for mercy", or "only saw a flash of swords, and the bandit was still a bandit."
, just lying on the ground, with three inches of blood on each neck." There was also a romantic affair that won the heart of a beautiful woman in one fell swoop. How could he be beaten like this in the end, and be beaten by a little girl who originally wanted to show off in front of her?
I saw it, how could I make a name for myself in the world even if my face was completely ruined?
Qian Cai cursed in his heart. It wouldn't be a big deal if he continued to lie down like this. It was dark and he could be eaten by a big insect in the mountains. But it was a big deal if he was eaten by a beast instead of being beaten to death and then pulled out. He just earned it two or three times.
He didn't get up, which showed that the bandits were really angry.
Qian Cai closed his eyes and lay back with his arms and legs spread out. He was worried that his miserable appearance had been completely wiped out, so he simply smashed the jar and collapsed on the ground motionless.
This frightened the little girl who was hiding aside and peering around. She thought that the kind-hearted knife-wielding knight was seriously injured and was going to die on the mountain road. She hurried over with her clothes in hand and shook Mr. Qian vigorously.
Mr. Qian closed his eyes and accepted his fate. He only felt a gust of fragrant wind blowing on his face, and then there was a swaying like a soaring cloud, which almost wiped out the remaining half of his life.
So he opened his eyes.
The knight-errant girls looked at each other.
The girl blushed with embarrassment.
But Mr. Qian was grinning, but the little girl's face changed. Her hands did not move, and she almost shook Mr. Qian, whose bones were about to fall apart, to the west.
At this moment, the little girl came back to her senses. She saw that Mr. Qian's face was bruised and swollen, and his face seemed worse than before. There was a little more guilt on his thinly made-up face. He stopped shaking, and his two
Their hands were twisted together, as if they didn't know what to do.
The one lying on the ground was a little anxious.
Do you want to see me die in this wilderness before you stop?
It's a pity that I want
Mr. Qian, who was yelling at the curse, was now powerless and his mind was racing. He remembered the polite accent of the sour scholars in the town that he had scorned since he was a child.
"This Guliang...can you help me get it from the house first..."
I received at least a dozen punches and eight or nine kicks on my face... At least I can still speak some words. Doesn't it prove that our body and muscles are also a gift? Mr. Qian felt so relieved in his heart.
When the little girl realized what she was doing, the guilt on her face grew a little more. She hurriedly helped up the kind-hearted ranger who had been dragged down by her involvement. She saw that the ranger's seemingly upright skin had been cleaned up into purple bruises that looked like pigs.
Despite this, the little girl was so ashamed that she felt ashamed.
Covering his right fist with his left palm, Qian held on and used the etiquette he had heard from storytellers. He endured the pain from the wound and did not scream or moan. The corners of his mouth twitched, revealing that Mr. Qian was determined to save face and suffer the consequences.
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"I live in Qingshan Town, Qishan County. Ba Da Da Dao, Qian Chai is also there. It's good that Gu Liang didn't get bullied by the spicy bandits... We will meet again in the mountains and rivers. We will meet again later."
It's not Mr. Qian, he doesn't want to brag about the strange things in the world with this pleasant-looking Gu Liang, but now he is so honorable and shy to talk to Xiao Guliang, how can he have the slightest chance of winning her heart?
hope?
The most pitiable thing is that the money bag that was originally plump has suffered today's unreasonable disaster and has become a skinny beauty with not much content in it. Isn't the happy life of drinking and eating meat turned into a miserable life of eating dirt and drinking wind?
Mr. Qian sighed again and again. He walked back to the county town with a limp and a staggering step. He first went to find some plaster for bruises, and then found a cheap inn to stay.
The lame ranger walked in front.
The guilty little girl followed behind.
The green hills half covered the setting sun.
It's like this scene today.
The drivers carried the women's luggage along the road in the middle of the town to the south end of the town, where there was a large bamboo building newly built by an unknown family.
The car stopped in front of Dazhulou.
Soon people knew that the Big Bamboo House was called Xiao Qinglou.