Chapter 87： interesting

Weishui Tangtang, the stars are not young.

At three o'clock, it was lit under the willows on the bank of the river, and it stood in harmony with the starry sea in the river, quiet and quiet.

Take a closer look. There were three ships in the light.

These ships are over three feet long and the masts are over one foot tall. The cabins are quite large and can accommodate one or twenty people. If the cargo is piled up, the entire ship can carry hundreds of stones. Such a ship is the most common cargo ship shuttled through Weishui, and it is not eye-catching.

On the front of the cargo ship, there were two people in the bow. One was sitting on the cargo box. She was slender, with long hair like a waterfall, and her eyes were very bright. I could see that she was a woman, not too old, less than twenty, just The lights are dim, and it is not clear whether the skin is fair or not, but it is faintly visible that the female features are quite beautiful, the beauty of Xiaojiabiyu.

Standing beside the woman was a healthy young man, holding a long knife in his arms, and he stood quietly, like a plum pile.

"It's about to start, ugly husband, are you afraid?" The woman sitting on the cargo box had a quiet and restrained temperament, and her voice was very light, such as the river wind blowing the willows, gentle and harmless.

"Don't be afraid." The man with a knife named Ugly Hu answered with a snoring voice, concise.

The woman knew the ugly mane's temperament, and did not expect him to answer any more. She lowered her head and remained silent for a while, looking at the Weishui in front of the ship.

"I will die, not afraid?" The woman asked.

The man holding the knife glanced at the woman: "I'm dead, I'm not afraid. It's okay if the big head doesn't die."

As a big headed woman, she slightly froze, bit her lower lip, and was speechless for a moment.

"We are all likely to die, because we are just pawns." The woman looked at Weishui, and her voice was like the mist of the morning, spreading gently. "But what can I do? The other party is too big to be our long river gang. There is no room for resistance, so when they show up, I know that the Changhe Gang will surely kill many people. "

Speaking of this, the woman suddenly smiled, meaning inexplicable, but her voice became low and sad: "Since my father died three months ago, I became the head of the Changhe Gang, and I am not afraid of death. There are many Weishui He Gangs, relying on This river asks for life, my father will die so high, how can I not die, only time sooner or later. "

The ugly man thought for a while and said, "Weigong is a big man in Chang'an City. He promised us the Changfeng Gang. As long as we do things for him, the Changhe Gang will become the largest gang in Weishui. Over time, the big masters can order Weishui. All the gangs ... the big boss won't die! "

The woman shook her head: "Will the Changhe Gang become the largest gang in Weishui? I don't care. I just want to avenge my father and kill the black gang who killed him!"

The ugly husband said: "The black gang is the largest gang in Weishui."

"Yeah, so it's really no choice to turn to Wei Gong." The woman lowered her head and murmured softly.

On the second cargo ship, in the cabin, there were two lights sitting on the floor.

The middle-aged man on the left has a jade face, a beautiful beard, and good manners. He is drinking a bowl of tea at the moment. Sitting opposite him was an old man with black robes and white hair, with sharp eyebrows and smitten spirits, without the tea in front of him.

"The Changhe Gang is just a small gang. There are only dozens of gang members. Qi practitioners have less than one hand. We have to complete the chores explained by the prime minister. Taking them will only hinder our hands. Why is Wei Gong insisting?" After a while, I couldn't help talking.

The middle-aged man with a beautiful beard, called Wei Jiangnan, is Wei Baoheng's brother. He lay down the tea bowl and chuckled, "We must deal with King An. Naturally, we cannot reveal our identity. The Changhe Gang is a chess piece that hides our identity. With them, after the incident, all the blame can be pushed to the Changhe Gang ... Li Guanshu's lesson learned, it is necessary to observe. "

The old man in the black robe snorted coldly: "Then Li Zhi is just an ant who has just started practicing, and the old man can destroy him in the backhand. There will be no trace, no trace, no matter what?"

"No, no, again, we don't kill him. He is the prince, or Shao Yin of Chang'an Mansion. He will die when he says that. The imperial court will scrutinize it ... we just need to capture him and imprison him for a while. Making him unable to investigate the case of Huangli Township is enough to make the prime minister accountable to Chang'an Prefecture, saying that Chang'an Prefecture is unfavorable, and it will be natural to change Chang'an Prefecture Yin at that time. "Wei Jiangnan smiled and seemed to have a strong chest.

The old man in black robes still refused to accept: "It's so fun!"

Wei Jiangnan looked right and looked at the old man in black robes: "Chen Jianghe, you have been in the Prime Minister ’s Mansion for more than a decade. With your cultivation and errands assisted by the Prime Minister ’s Mansion, it should have been a first-class offering from the Prime Minister ’s Mansion. Why are you still in second place today?

The old man in the black robe, Chen Jianghe, fell for a moment, then dropped his face and stopped talking.

From time to time, someone got on the boat from the river bank, entered the cabin, and whispered something to Wei Jiangnan.

Wei Jiangnan looked at Chen Jianghe: "An Wang has arrived in Huangli Township, and you take the long river gang and set off immediately. Remember, this must be done according to plan, and there must be no mistakes!"

Chen Jianghe stood up with a calm face, clenched his fists to Wei Jiangnan, and left the cabin.

Huangli Township.

The wharf warehouse in Huangli Township has been burned down, leaving only a ruin. The wharf with bright lights in the past is now dark.

Two miles away from the pier, there is a cottage on the top of a low hill, and there are only three houses in the forest.

In the largest room, there was a huge stove. At this time, the stove was still bright. A handsome man wearing only a black leather apron in front of him was spinning a big hammer, sweating like rain, beating. A piece of burnt red iron, Mars splashed.

The strong man has dark skin and a thick face, looking at the ordinary, but the muscles on his arms are like hills. As he waves his arms, he rises and falls. If this scene makes Changan City's Seeing the noblewoman, maybe there will be blood spurting.

However, looking at the fine iron he is forging, the shape is a bit weird. If you distinguish it carefully, it is clearly a handle that is about to be formed ... a kitchen knife.

The middle-aged man was full of heart, and was fully absorbed in dealing with his kitchen knife. From behind the house, a loud child's voice came out, very penetrating: "Liu Dazheng!"

Hearing this sudden and loud shout, the iron man's hands didn't stop moving for half a minute, but he also responded with a loud voice: "What roar in the middle of the night! Didn't you bring any straw paper?"

Before he finished speaking, the child's voice after Lu She became louder, almost roaring to the sky: "Liu Dazheng! I forgot to bring the straw paper! Send it to me!"

Liu Dazheng didn't return his head: "What to send, wipe with leaves!"

In the hut behind Lu She, the child's voice paused for a moment, and suddenly it sounded again: "Not enough!"

Liu Dazheng will create a shaped kitchen knife, clamp it with iron pliers, turn and immerse himself in the cold water pool, the sound of cricket is especially crisp: "You don't have a brain? Squatting on the pit is naturally out of reach. You walk down to the leaves, Isn't it enough? "

"Liu Dazheng! Your uncle!"

Liu Dazheng asked about the distress of the boy, raised his chin with a cold hum, and was proud of himself.

A moment later, a boy of seven or eight years old turned around from the house. When he walked into the courtyard, Liu Dazheng had already taken the cigarette and sat on the threshold, and Youyou was tearing tobacco leaves.

"Liu Dazheng! You will not send me straw paper again! I will not cook anymore tomorrow, I see what you eat!" The boy yelled angrily at the man's nose.

If Liu Dazheng is black and his skin is at least bronze, then the skin of this little boy is as black as if he had just climbed out of a coal kiln, and it almost merges with the night. Only the teeth look quite white and white. Outside is obvious.

Liu Dazheng glanced at the little boy with a disdain, ignited the tobacco and took a sip, as if he wanted to be immortal: "Okay, then don't expect me to go to the river to catch you fish."

The dark-skinned boy was still agitated for a moment, and when he heard this sentence, his expression collapsed immediately. His eyes turned, and the fart ran to the man, his neck was extended, his face smiled affectionately, and shouted charmingly. A cry: "Dad!"

Liu Dazheng turned his head, pretending to be dismissive, pinching his posture.

Just when the father and son were having fun, someone came up from the winding mountain road and went to the door of the Lushe Courtyard without entering a greeting. He went straight into the house without looking at Liu Dazheng, and looked at those hanging in the house. Kitchen knife on the shelf.

This man was dressed in a blue robe with a peach-wooden cymbal on his head. He was carrying a long sword with a simple shape and dust. His robe was dust-free, as if he had never crossed the road at all.

When the boy saw this person, he went into the house with a big swing, and he looked like no one in his eyes. He was furious and immediately pointed his finger at each other. He just thought about it, and suddenly thought of something. He turned his eyes and asked what he had been doing. Moving Liu Dazheng: "Do you know this guy?"

Liu Dazheng exhaled a white cigarette and said coldly, "I don't know."

Although the boy was small, he was clever. He could see that Liu Dazheng was lying. He turned his head and looked at the strange-looking Taoist. His eyes were bright and he was determined to watch the changes.

"In the past, the first sword of the Central Plains in Kyushu, now hiding in a place where the birds don't shit, and started working as an ironsmith, and only cast his mother's ... a kitchen knife! If the master knows this, I also do n’t know if he will come with his dusting dust and he will not recognize the elderly you hit. "

The Taoist looked at the kitchen knife in the house, grinned, and glanced back at Liu Dazheng with a sense of irony in his eyes.

The boy blinked, pushed the arm of the strong man, and was curious: "Liu Dazheng, what is the first sword in Central Plains that he said, is it you?"

The strong man only cares about smoking and is too lazy to answer.

The Taoist stepped back to the door and glanced at the boy: "Who is this little fart?"

The little boy has always followed the principle that the enemy ca n’t move, stay out of the situation, ready to watch a good show, suddenly heard this sentence, and immediately unwilling, he jumped up all of a sudden: "You stinky priest, who is your little fart ?! "

The Taoist looked indifferent, still looking at Liu Dazheng: "It's only been a few years since you retired. Of course, this little fart boy is not your son. Presumably the apprentice you received? Or the righteous boy? But it doesn't look special. Oh, it's black, no, it's too **** black! "

The boy yelled angrily, and went back to the house to pick up a kitchen knife and chopped the look of the cricket.

"Say, what are you doing here?" Liu Dazheng finally agreed to follow the Taoist.

The Taoist closed his sleeves with his hands and looked at the Huangli Township pier: "In May of this year, Shimen's pond filled with green lotuses in Niushou Mountain went missing. There was a fierce battle in Sanqingguan that day, but I checked it afterwards. Neither the Qin Tianjian Nan Gong who destroyed Sanqingguan nor the son of the imperial clan who was forced by Li Guanshu to Niushou Mountain, have never seen the pond Qinglian ... except for one person. No, to be precise It's two people. "

Liu Dazheng finished his cigarette and smashed his ashes on the threshold: "I have withdrawn from the rivers and lakes and returned to the mountain forest. What does this have to do with me?"

The Taoist looked at Liu Dazheng and chuckled: "Of course it has something to do with you, because I haven't checked yet, but the two suspects are the most suspicious, one is Song Jiao and the other is Li Yan."

Liu Dazheng frowned.

The Taoist laughed even more: "And they will come to Huangli Township tomorrow. You said, it is a coincidence that it is not fun or interesting?"

Liu Dazheng didn't say anything, but Taoists already stroked his hand and praised him: "It's just too coincidental, so much fun!"