After confirming that the last horse was out of sight, Wei Changpan ignored the busy inquiries from the farmers around him, so he went back to Qian Erye's house and closed the door tightly. After looking around for no one, he took out the card from the crack.
On the note, I scanned the earthworm crawling handwriting of Mr. Qian with a few glances, recited it silently three times in my mind to confirm, then stuffed it into my mouth, gritted my teeth and chewed it for a while, then swallowed it into my belly.
Turning around and walking out of Mr. Qian's house, he met three women. Wei Changpan didn't look at them, but when he saw their faces, they all looked familiar, but he couldn't remember them for a moment.
These three women are Mr. Qian's first wife and his two concubines. According to their seniority, Wei Changpan should be called "Master's Wife". However, when the Master's wives saw him, the older wife was relatively calm.
, the remaining two younger ones were in tears and could not speak a complete sentence.
The first wife, who was a noble lady in Qishan County, listened to Wei Changpan's explanation. She said that Mr. Qian had shined in the previous battle to kill evil thieves in Qishan County and was favored by everyone in the army, so he mobilized troops to hire him.
As a martial arts instructor, facing each other with swords was a common situation in the military. It was always done without panic. The master's wife heard that the sincere words of her husband's disciple in front of her seemed to be true, so she stopped asking questions.
Too many. He stopped the other two sobbing with a sharp voice and said to Wei Changpan:
"Then thank you for your trouble, Little Shitou. Please let me know when my husband will send you a message."
"As it should be."
When they walked out of Mr. Qian's house, the farmers who came to help with farm tools dispersed. They thought it was the next trouble in the nearby villages and towns. Most of the young people in the town were happy to come to help, but once they saw that full
With the momentum of dozens of riders, it was a good thing that my legs were not frightened. After watching those soldiers who were riding as high as a person and taking Mr. Qian out of the town, they dared to sneak out from the streets where they were hiding and go back to their homes.
Wei Changpan's explanation of the matter soon spread, most likely because of the news spread by the master's wife. While the people in the town were beating their chests and stamping their feet, they couldn't help but sigh, this man named Qian is so lucky in our town.
After a while. In addition to the heated discussions, visits to relatives and friends continued.
This incident caused quite a stir in the town, but after all, it was a festive day, so the unpleasantness gradually faded away.
However, under the swaying locust tree, there was still a farmer looking around. Wei Changpan looked at it intently, but he was very familiar with it.
"Dad, why are you here too?"
"Nonsense, it's your master no matter what. How can a father not come and help out?" The man sighed, "I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse that your master is gone. I'm afraid you're going to stand out."
, our clan are all farmers, no one can talk to the official family, and this father doesn't have much ability... But remember this, Shitou, we don't cause trouble, and we are not afraid of trouble.
There is also the king's law and God is watching. If someone bullies someone, and the county government fails to sue, we will go to the county town. If the county town doesn't solve the problem, we will go to the state town."
"In this world, there is always room for reasoning."
"Although dad is illiterate, he has some knowledge accumulated over half a lifetime. You should listen to a few words from Shitou."
"I know, I know." Wei Changpan said. Seeing that his son was serious, Father Wei didn't say any more, picked up the old hoe and left. He also told a few words that Master Qian should be more diligent in practicing martial arts now that he is gone.
In a brothel, you can't lose your sense of propriety just because someone treats you very well. You have agreed to all these words one by one.
The figure walking away with the hoe was a little stooped, and his hands and feet were far less agile than when he was young.
Walking towards the brothel, I suddenly felt a cold feeling on my back.
Without any time to think about it, Wei Changpan immediately punched behind him and used the soaring cannon punch from the bottom of the box. The momentum was a bit more fierce than when he fought Zhang Xiaochuan. In addition to improving his moves, he was already on the first floor of martial arts.
, after opening twelve points on one floor, four more points were opened.
There was a heavy sound of the fist hitting the man's torso, plus a muffled grunt. Wei Changpan raised his head after fully delivering the punch. He was actually dressed as a member of the previous cavalry, but without armor and riding a horse, and there were no bows, crossbows, swords or guns. At this time,
After being punched by Wei Changpan, he retreated three or four steps before the force of the punch was released.
The color on this man's face changed. In any army, there are always those who do dirty work. They torture, extract confessions, spy, and lurk. Although they are not bad at fighting in battle, they are indeed first-class experts in this kind of work.
People are the best among them. I don’t know how many tough-minded men in the world were tortured into human form in a short time.
I just wanted to give him a good time, and he was also the most ruthless in dealing with former colleagues who had committed crimes and soldiers who fled the battle. His reputation was extremely bad, and his situation in the army became increasingly difficult. Fortunately, Gao Yanei took him with him, which was not uncommon.
He was the one responsible for all the dirty deeds he did not deserve, and he could be regarded as a confidant.
Martial arts is only at the second-level level, but with his proficiency in poison and superb poisoning and assassination methods, he once killed the fourth-level leader of a third-rate sect in Yizhou that was at its peak.
The sect naturally fell into pieces.
These achievements have been touted for a long time, and ordinary people are naturally a little carried away. The job arranged by Gao Yanei this time is just to stare at the half-grown boy who has not even grown a hair, or to slowly poison him or to capture him. Anyway,
You have to find out whether the gun manual was hidden by the guy named Qian Cai. If not, it's better to say that your life is up to you. If you find any clues, you would rather kill the mistake than let it go.
Just based on his temperament, whether it was true or not, this unlucky boy would probably not survive. So he was a little arrogant, and openly planned to catch him with a sneak attack from behind, but he did not forget that the martial artist's five senses are the most sensitive, and he did not expect this seemingly
This ordinary boy's punch actually had a second-level killing power, and he almost capsized in the gutter.
Forcibly swallowing the mouthful of blood that surged up his throat, he moved his muscles and bones with rust. Jie Jie smiled and began to plan in his mind whether to cut off the man's limbs after capturing him later, or to cut off dozens of pieces with a knife.
Can meat satisfy the hatred in his heart?
Turning the palm of his hand, an extra packet of powder came out. How could a stupid martial artist who only knows how to use swords and fists know the benefits of this medicine that can make people paralyzed after just a few breaths? If a flower picker gets it, then hey,
Guaranteed to cause more harm to countless young ladies.
He was eager to try, and the scene of this kid falling to the ground and being manipulated by others appeared in front of his eyes.
Feeling a chill on the back of his neck, he raised his hands tremblingly, and the bag of powder that could numb blood vessels fell to the ground naturally.
He couldn't help but be like this, because there was a three-foot-long sword on the back of his neck.