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- I don't know what happened.

However, they vaguely felt that it should be related to the big events that happened last night.

The literate people squeezed desperately forward, and the illiterate people squeezed forward desperately.

The literate man shook his head when he read the notice.

The illiterate people shook their heads after reading for a long time, they couldn't understand anything, and they were so anxious that they scratched their ears and cheeks, so they had to pull the literate people next to them and let them read to themselves.

The literate man was forced to read aloud to him: "Lang Lang Qiankun, Tiantiao Zhaozhao, Qingping world, there are lawbreakers, who specialize in robbing young and beautiful women, and the people are very angry. Those who know their whereabouts will be rewarded regardless of life or death. Whoever knows, but conceals it, is guilty of the same crime. Nanling City Zhengtang Mansion Yin, Liang Zhengyingyin. ”

As soon as the notice was read, there was a commotion in the crowd.

Some are afraid, because there are still a few girls in their own family who have not yet left the cabinet, and if they let this gang of prostitutes target them, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Some are excited, because the bonuses offered by the government are so tempting that they are enough to withstand the income of ordinary people for a lifetime.

Some of them looked at it coldly, because he knew that this bounty was not so easy to get, and he was afraid that he would not be able to spend it if he got it, so it was better not to take it, so he ignored it.

All in all, there are all kinds of people.

At this time, if you look closely, you may find that among these onlookers, there is one person who is particularly conspicuous.

The man was about thirty years old, with a blue shirt in his collar, whitewashed and his eyes covered with fine wrinkles.

In his left hand, he held a pitch-black iron sword, which he carried on his shoulder, and in his right hand, he held the handle of a bamboo basket, which was placed on the ground close to his knees, with a lonely expression.

He huddled among them, looking at the notice with a care, and kept touching the scar on his neck, smiling slightly.

Laughing indifferently, laughing inexplicably.

After reading the notice, he changed the iron sword on his left shoulder to the right, shook his head slightly, and then slowly squeezed out of the crowd and walked towards the sparsely populated place on the corner.

As he walked, he smiled slightly.

Although he was smiling, his brows were furrowed, as if he was thinking about something, as if he was making some important decision.

Thinking of pain, he stopped, took off the bamboo tube hanging next to the bamboo basket, pulled out the stopper, craned his neck, and poured a few sips of soju.

With a bang, you go.

In an instant, it disappeared into the vast sea of people.

Beneath your feet, there are motes of dust flying.

The wind is blowing.

The wind blew into the woods from the street corner.

The forest is dense and quiet, and the chirping of birds and the sun shine on the paths in the forest.

There are people walking on the trail.

Although the walker walked quickly and carried a few sedan chairs on his shoulders, he still walked briskly, leaving almost no sound.

Sure enough, it's a master.

As they hurried along, the men in black pricked up their ears and carefully observed the movements around the forest, as if they were afraid of alarming someone.

You don't need to look at it to know that these people in black are definitely not good things, sneaky, and do some shady things.

That's right, they are the people of the Huajian faction who caused a big wave in the rivers and lakes.

The flower pie, the name is beautiful, but it's a pity to do some evil things that hurt the sky and cause flowers.

Their sect is called the Flower School.

In fact, they are flower thieves.

And these thugs who came out to catch young and beautiful girls were called flower pickers.

Although there was no one in the forest, there was sunshine, and the sunlight passed through the gaps in the dense branches and leaves, startling a burst of bird's chirp, and fluttering straight into the sky.

The birds are gone, the forest is quiet, and only the sound of the wind blowing the leaves remains.

The yellow leaves of the trees were blown off the branches by the wind and fell on the water, and they flowed non-stop.

Where there is water, there is a stream.

Where there is a stream, of course there is a bridge.

The creek is Cuiwei Creek, and the bridge is Cuiwei Bridge.

There was a tree at the head of the stream, and the tree was wrapped with green vines, and crows were parked on the vines.

Withered vines, old trees, crows, small bridges, flowing water, people.

However, there are no people here, but there are people.

This person was sitting next to the old tree by the Cuiwei Bridge, looking at the stream flowing under the bridge, as if he was asleep, and as if he was practicing.

And on his shoulder, he carried a jet-black iron sword.

Beside him, there was a bamboo basket, and a bamboo tube hung on the side of the basket, and the bamboo tube contained wine.

Swords are common, bamboo baskets are common, bamboo tubes are commonplace, and people are commonplace.

However, the black-clothed flower pickers felt obvious killing intent from him.

In such a place, seeing such a mysterious man, several people in black were startled.

They don't seem to have figured out how someone could still appear in such an inaccessible place, what is this person's origin, what is he trying to do?

The man in black who led the way had seen the world and knew that he had met a master.

To deal with the people of the rivers and lakes, it is necessary to use the rules of the rivers and lakes.

He gave his accomplices a look and signaled them to prepare for battle and take care of the people in the palanquin.

And he himself took a few steps forward and said to the man, "Friend." ”

The man did not move.

The man in black who led the way had no choice but to say, "Borrow." ”

The man remained still.

The man in black in the lead knew that he had encountered a master, so he had to deal with it carefully.

He waved at his companions, motioning for them to go first and stay and deal with it himself.

The companion understood, held his toes, carried the sedan chair, and carefully stepped on the Cuiwei Bridge, intending to gently cling to the side of the Luotuo man.

On weekdays, although they are arrogant and domineering, they have always been murderous and unblinking, but at this time, they don't want to get into any unnecessary trouble.

The crowd held their breath, gently, gently, step by step, approaching......

When he was about to walk over, the man seemed to have suddenly woken up from his sleep, stretched his lazy waist for a long time, yawned, and then turned around and smiled at the man in black, laughing so indifferently, laughing so inexplicably.

He stood up lazily, put down the iron sword on his shoulder, pressed it against the ground, held the top of the sword flat on the hilt with both hands, showed a very angry look, and scolded and said: "How can this be true, it is rumored in the rivers and lakes that the disciples of the Huajian Sect are extremely light and move quickly, but you guys are really slow enough, why did you come so late? I have slept several times." ”

Speaking of this, he even rubbed his eyes and kept yawning, looking extremely impatient.