Chapter 1989

There are many springs in Jinan. Many people can dig them as soon as they dig.

There are many wells here. In early autumn, drinking a mouthful of sweet well water can make you feel refreshing from your internal organs.

"Thank you, sister-in-law."

Fang Xing wiped the water stains from the corners of his mouth and thanked each other.

This is a small home, except for the small kitchen on the side, there are only three rooms.

In the yard, an old hen dug a nest in the shade and dozed listlessly.

It's hard to live without food!

The child hid behind the woman and looked at Fang awake. He was a little thin.

The woman apologized: "there has been no fire at home since yesterday. There is no hot water."

When she saw that Fang Xing's eyebrows were painful and confused, she couldn't help turning around with his eyes.

Then she saw her son.

"Can children be full on weekdays?"

The woman smiled and said, "it's OK. The family will hold him tight first."

Fang Xing continued to ask, "is there still not enough food?"

The woman looked at several servants behind Fang Xing. She felt that a woman was not good to stay with outsiders for a long time, so she perfunctorily said, "most of the food went to the capital and the side wall, and the food price here can't come down..."

When Fang woke up and saw that the child was timid, he smiled and said, "there will be more in the future."

The woman said angrily, "no matter how much food will not be reduced, what's the use?"

Fang Xing turned his face, looked deep and said, "it will come down, it will."

"Thank you for your water. Goodbye."

The woman looked at Fang waking up and went out, and said disdainfully, "who do you think you are? The old men of the government dare not say this! Bah!"

She gave a Pooh in the direction of the gate. Turning back, she saw her son eating a piece of dried meat in his hand, and a small burden at his feet.

"Where did you come from?"

In the shrill sound of questioning, Fang Xing has accelerated his pace.

Turning the alley and going straight on the left for more than 100 steps, Xin Laoqi stopped outside a family and closed the door.

The copper ring hit the door heavily and made a dull sound.

"Who?"

There was an impatient voice asking.

Xin Laoqi stepped back, held the handle of the knife and said, "open the door within ten seconds!"

Holding a flying knife in his hand, he looked around the alley with a smile.

Fang Wu looked at the family's terrain with a scout's eyes and whispered, "Sir, there should be no ambush."

Fang Xingding looked at the mottled light and shadow that the sun projected onto the wall from a big tree behind him. He said faintly, "if there is, kill it."

The footsteps gradually drew near, and then someone looked out through the crack of the door.

"Who are you waiting for?"

"Seven interest!"

Xin Laoqi stared sharply at the eye behind the crack in the door. The next moment he was ready to break through the door and cut off the head behind the door.

His eyes disappeared and the door opened. A man in green looked warily at Xin Laoqi outside the door and asked, "what's the matter? Here are all neighborhoods. Shout, none of you can run."

Those who can wear a knife must have an official position, so the man in Tsing Yi is just a threat and wants to give someone a blow.

Xin Laoqi went in, glanced across the yard and shouted, "three people, left!"

The man in Tsing Yi was still stunned, and the knife had rushed in.

The yard was spacious. Three people rushed out of the two wing rooms on the left, all with knives.

Xin Laoqi pulled out his knife, but instead of facing the enemy, he stared at the main hall.

A man in royal clothes walked out of the main hall slowly. When he raised his hands and feet, a smell of aristocratic family children came to his face.

The knife rushed over, raised his right hand, rushed into the front man's throat, and fell decadent.

The other two men were stunned. They pulled out their long knife with a knife and rushed over with a smile.

The opponent in front of the knife is confident enough to cut down with the trend.

Even with a wooden knife, his move will never fail in the competition between the guards.

The opponent either abandons the knife or can only be cut into his wrist with a long knife.

And this is not a wooden knife!

The knife was still smiling. As soon as his hand loosened, the long knife fell.

The man's knife kept falling uncontrollably. He was stunned and looked at an extra fist in front of him.

Bang!

With just one punch, the knife flattened the opponent's face.

As soon as his foot was hooked, the long knife just under his knee was obediently provoked.

Hold it. When the second man waved his knife, the knife shouted, "kill!"

He dodged and turned, and the long knife cut out with the centrifugal force of the turn.

The man in royal clothes stood on the steps and looked at him with warm eyes.

Fang Xing stood in the courtyard and looked at the man in royal clothes silently.

Head down, then body down.

The man in royal clothes smiled and hugged his fist and said, "my servant is ignorant. I dare to ask your identity."

"We wake up!"

In a moment of silence, the man in royal clothes walked down the steps and said, "I heard that someone under Xing and Bo is good at throwing knives. Now, as soon as I see it, I don't know what Xing and Bo are looking for."

The distance between them is about two meters, which is neither intimate nor distant.

"I know that checking farmland will make people jump over the wall, so I've already prepared a back hand."

"At that time, I hope this backhand will never be used, because that means you still have scruples and know the bottom line."

"My family didn't do it."

"Yes, but are you ashamed to stand idly by?"

"None! You are the principal, and it is you who should be ashamed."

"You're in danger!"

"You store grain in le'anzhou, and then use the people as bait to lure those people to rush to buy grain. The rice shop increases the price and uses the people as bait. Who should be ashamed?"

The man in royal guards is as warm as ever.

Like wooden fetuses in the temple, nothing can move them.

Fang woke up and looked at him and murmured, "you are deep-rooted and your power is huge..."

The gentleness of the man in royal guards finally has a flaw.

A little reserved and... Proud!

Fang Xing's eyes were sharp and sharp. He narrowed his eyes and said, "you failed. You want to wait for the good play of the popular uprising, but Benbo let you down. No, it's despair."

Reserve and pride gradually dissipate!

"You want to wait and see Benbo take people to copy the house, and then you will instigate, instigate everywhere, from Jinan to the capital, from the capital to Jiaozhi, you will blow an evil wind, and... Benbo let you lose this opportunity. Are you humiliating... Or... Depressed now?"

Fang Xing looked sarcastically at the man in royal guards and said, "on the way here, Ben Bo saw the joy of the people and saw that they still trust Daming. Are you disappointed?"

"No, we are never disappointed, let alone desperate. You... Don't have that ability."

The man in royal clothes nodded slightly and said with a smile, "our strength is very strong. You will feel small like an ant. Xinghebo, let go. Daming is big. Let go. We can join hands to welcome the coming of the prosperous age. The glorious prosperous age will not lose to any dynasty. You will remain famous in history..."

Fang Xing shook his head slightly, "no, Benbo disdains to leave a name in history. Benbo once said that only one epitaph is needed."

The man in royal clothes was stunned and asked, "is Daming Xinghe Bo?"

"That's right."

The smell of blood gradually filled in, and several men came out from behind. They stood silently behind the man in royal clothes.

Xin Laoqi's eyes were sharp. He stared at the men like a falcon, and his left hand was gradually raised.

Whoever dares to threaten Fang Xing dares to kill Xin Laoqi!

Fang Xing raised his head slightly and said, "we are not in the same way. The sage's theory will be immortal, and you will rot and moan under the ground. You are smaller than dust and worthless, which can only be despised by future generations!"

The man in royal clothes had more dangerous light in his eyes and continued to smile, "are you here today to tell me this?"

Fang woke up, nodded, shook his head, and then waved fiercely.

Pop!

The man in royal clothes covered his face and looked at Fang Xing incredulously.

"You... No one has ever dared to do this to me, you..."

Fang Xing took out his handkerchief and wiped his right hand. He said faintly, "nothing is absolute, everything has a beginning. Ben Bo slapped you in the face now. How do you feel?"

Several men behind the man in royal clothes suddenly drew their knives and tried to rush over.

"Back!"

The man in royal clothes waved his hand, then twitched his left face and said, "I'll wait and see. I'll sit here and watch the wind and clouds outside."