If at such a moment, he was suddenly escorted by the flying tiger to appear, the degree of “welcome” and “salute” to him is naturally known by imagination. Out of the north city gate, Zhang Xiaodai took a long breath on the horse. Now, no matter how shrewd the Double Evil or the Flying Tiger are, it is not easy to catch him back. A man in the underworld seldom ends well. He is lucky enough to say that he should quit while he is getting better. With this money, he could find a place near the capital, buy land and build a Chinese house. Widely buy concubines, a good scene. Just as Zhang Xiaodai was engrossed in his thoughts, he suddenly heard someone beside the road in front of him speaking with a Yangzhou accent and saying in a shrill and strange voice, “Diligent mother, little third son!”! You little prisoner, Ding, are so comfortable! Zhang Xiaodai listened so interestingly that he couldn’t help looking at the place where he spoke. The speaker, sitting under a big mulberry tree by the road ahead, was an old man dressed in rags. To Zhang Xiaodai’s surprise, the old man was the only one under the tree, and there was no third son at all. He looked behind him again, and there was no sign of a man on the official road behind him. The old man is a madman? Zhang Xiaodai was confused when the old man opened his mouth again. Dad is here, and your little prisoner Ding Ernen (recognize) can’t (person)! Now, Zhang Xiaodai heard and saw clearly. The tone of the old man’s voice was deliberately put on. This old guy is none other than the one who made trouble in the rich gambling house a few days ago, one of the five wonders of the river, the Great Poor God River Dongliu! And the object of the old guy’s greeting is none other than Zhang Xiaodai! Zhang Xiaodai wanted to whip the horse to rush from the front of the poor God, but he dared not. At present this big poor God perhaps is only making fun of him, if he shows the guilty appearance, in case is caught by the old fellow, the day is not good. The Great Poor God waved to him, and his voice returned to normal. Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid. I’m always reasonable. I just share the profits. I’ll never dig up the roots. Zhang Xiaodai had no choice but to dismount. OK Big poor God nods: “calculate your boy is sensible, passed old man this-close, your boy can look for a place really, go to turn over a new leaf well, go to enjoy well one time.” Zhang Xiaodai folded his fists and said, “The younger generation just wants to get out of trouble as soon as possible. I beg the older generation to spare your hands.” The Great Poor God nodded and said, “Well, take out the ill-gotten gains and divide them up.” Zhang Xiaodai was deliberately stunned for a moment and said, “The younger generation doesn’t understand what the older generation said..” “You don’t understand, do you?” “Big poor God nods again:” Very good, then I say a bit more clearly. Zhang Xiaodai had to listen. Mu Fu Shuangxiong went to Fugui Gambling House today, grey marble slab ,White Marble Slabs, didn’t he? Zhang Xiaodai nodded. Shuangxiong claimed to be an old friend of Wu Xinyi before his death and asked you to hand over the right to operate the gambling house. You were very clever. As soon as you saw that the situation was not good, you immediately promised. Then you went down to find Old Master Cai of the bookkeeper on the pretext of arranging a banquet.. “How do you always know about these things?” Zhang Xiaodai blurted out. The Great Poor God grinned and said, “One day, your name will be listed among the Five Wonders and Eight Eccentrics, and you will know how I know.” He paused for a moment and then said, “You took the silver ticket. Not long after you went out, you met the flying tiger from Tianmen Mountain in Jingdefang. I saw that you were articulate and would be able to get on the road smoothly, so I left the city ahead of time and waited here..” Zhang Xiaodai was really reluctant to hand over those silver tickets, and was about to try to make a soft request when suddenly there was a disorderly sound of hooves at the gate behind him. Someone shouted, “It’s the green-maned horse in front of you!” Without looking back, Zhang Xiaodai recognized the voice of a young man in the mule shop. The Great Poor God sighed lightly and said, “It’s the Flying Tiger and the Mufu. It seems that they have reached an agreement. Now you’re in big trouble.” As soon as Zhang Xiaodai heard that both Mufu and Feitianhu had come, his soul flew out of the sky and his face was like dirt. He quickly shook the rope and took out the four silver tickets and gave them to the Great Poor God, saying, “Elder, please block them for me for a while. The silver tickets are all here..” The Great Poor God took the silver ticket and said, “Don’t panic. There are three of them here, and all of them are prickly. If you run away, I’ll only miss one, and you’ll die.” Zhang Xiaodai’s teeth trembled and he said, “Well..” So what to do? “Stand by me,” said the Great Poor God. “Don’t move. Be calm.” As soon as the Great Poor God had finished his command, the two devils of Mufu and the three riders of Feitianhu had arrived like flying, while the young man of the horse line, who was identified as a horse, was far behind and stood by the official road. Double evil and flying tiger three ride border rope a close, immediately surrounded the old and young two people into a half-moon shape. The Great Poor God sat still. He raised his head and said to the Flying Tiger, “I’ve learned the flying skills of Brother Liu. I didn’t expect that his riding skills were so brilliant. I admire him!” Flying tiger Liu Chengfeng did not seem to have expected that the old man in rags sitting beside Zhang Xiaodai would be the great poor God flowing eastward. When he saw it clearly, he was stunned and forgot how to answer for a moment. Mufu always thought highly of themselves. They didn’t know who the Great Poor God was, and they didn’t take the old man to heart at all. Blood Eagle Liao Changmian rolled a pair of mung bean eyes and sneered at Zhang Xiaodai, “You’re really good!”! As soon as he turned around, he rubbed oil under his feet. What else do you have to say now? Zhang Xiaodai relied on the protection of the Great God of Poverty. “Changsha is not Mufu Mountain,” said Tang Ran. “It’s none of your business here.” Blood Eagle Liao Changmian flew into a rage and said, “What a smelly boy! You’re tired of living!” He was called a blood eagle, and his flying skill was so high that it was no problem. I saw his arms a minute a pressure, swish, jumped on horseback, ten fingers varicose like a hook, like a goshawk fighting rabbit, to Zhang Xiaodai swoop past. Zhang Xiaodai saw that the other side was fierce and his legs were weak. The Great God of Poverty murmured, “In front of me, Old Jiang,Carrara Marble Slab, there are still people who dare to be so presumptuous. How can we not be disorderly these days?” He was holding a five-inch, little finger-thick Xiangfei bamboo tobacco pole in his hand. As he read and asked, he suddenly waved his arm back and knocked it out like a cigarette ash. forustone.com
Qiqiao Shendao-Chen
