Chapter 163

Name:Medicinal Immortal Author:Feng Jiong
"Yes, he is a gourd seller. He has been selling gourds in the city for many years. We all know him."

"Yes, the gourd seller is so honest that he can't kill anyone."

"That's right. Don't make a wrong decision about it."

The peddlers around said one by one, obviously they didn't like the city guard's imputation to their poor families.

"Don't make any noise!" Cheng Wei drank, staring at the middle-aged peddler and asked, "well, how come you didn't go out after hearing the cry? Normal people are curious, but you explain it! "

He even said: "the little master who bought my gourd during the day told me not to go out of the house when it was dark. I heard the cry of a woman and had already got up to open the door. But when I thought of the little master's words, I restrained myself from opening the door and went back to bed with my head covered."

"The little monk who bought all your little gourds during the day?" Next to a man said, to the city guard way: "I know, he is talking about a little monk, a very fine looking little monk."

"Yes, yes." The middle-aged peddler said, "if it wasn't for the little master, I might die. I'll go to thank him later."

After the inquiry, there was no suspicious place. The city guard asked the middle-aged peddler to take them to the little monk to find out how the little monk knew that he would die at night?

Tang Ning in the inn had breakfast and was preparing to leave with his horse when he saw several city guards coming towards this side, including the middle-aged peddler last night.

"Little master, thank you very much. If it wasn't for the little master, I and I might not be able to go home alive." As soon as the middle-aged peddler saw Downing, he knelt down and kowtowed.

Seeing that the middle-aged peddler Yintang's death was over, Tang Ning laughed and said, "the benefactor is kind-hearted. Naturally, it's not the monk's credit. Get up quickly!"

"Little master, they..." The middle-aged peddler looked at the city guard behind him and quickly told Tang Ning about the matter.

"Well, I see." Downing nodded.

After the middle-aged peddler said thanks again and again, he left first and went home quickly.

"Where are you from? How do you know... " Before one of the city guards finished asking, he listened to the footsteps coming from behind and the voice of their city Lord.

"Don't be rude! Get back! Get back

A middle-aged man with a Chinese robe and a rich belly came in a hurry. Maybe he was in a hurry. When he came to Tang Ning, he was already out of breath.

"Are you Tang Shi?" The middle-aged man asked after taking a breath, but his eyes were still looking at the little monk in front of him.

a crow as like as two peas and a raven with a round bamboo. The appearance is very fine and excellent. It looks just like the little monk who is passing by the aristocracy of the aristocracy.

Hearing his words, Tang Ning eyebrows slightly PICK: "I am Tang Shi." She has never been here. How does this person know the name of Tang Shi?

"I didn't expect that it was really Tangshi. It's great. Master Tang, I'm the city Lord of this city, and Su Chengyuan is a distant relative of my family. So when I learned that Tang Shi came to the city, I rushed to ask him to stay in the house for a few days. What do you think, master Tang?" He looked at the little monk in front of him, hoping he could agree.