Martial arts: I, Yang Guo, really only know a little bit of martial arts

When he was called out by his previous name, Shangguan was obviously stunned for a moment with the knife on his face, and his expression was a little bit sad.

"Xiaobei, I..."

"Shut up! I'm not that familiar with you!"

Shangguan Beijing obviously didn't want to have anything to do with Shangguan's belt knife, so he stopped coldly.

"Are you two playing the double reed in front of me? It's so frustrating, fight or not!"

"Come on, I'm afraid you won't succeed!"

Shangguan Beijing responded and looked directly at the black man just now.

Seeing this scene, the shopkeeper at the counter gritted his old teeth, feeling extremely sad.

If this inn was disturbed by Shangguan and others, it might not be able to open.

As the shopkeeper of the boss, he was naturally anxious.

Turning his thoughts, he turned his eyes for help to the place where the disciples of the beggar gang were seated.

I hope these beggar gang disciples who frequent the shop can stop this farce.

Those beggar gang disciples in tattered clothes saw the pleading eyes of the innkeeper, and immediately understood.

They discussed a few words and pushed out an older seven-pocket disciple.

"Both of you, you are all heroes of the rivers and lakes who are going to participate in the Heroes Conference, why should you hurt your friendship?"

"Who are you, you dare to meddle in your own business!"

Seeing that it was an old beggar with half a foot in the coffin, the black man's tone was not good.

It's just that he just said this.

In the inn, more than 30 disciples of the beggar gang stood up in unison, their dirty faces all facing him.

For a while, the momentum was not small.

The black man saw this scene.

He didn't know that he had kicked the iron plate, and immediately showed a flattering smile on his face.

"It turned out to be a hero of the Beggar Clan. I just entered the rivers and lakes. I just didn't know Mount Tai. Please forgive me, senior."

Although Zhang Qiang felt that he could crush the old man in front of him to death with one hand.

But due to his status, he still chose to admit defeat and cowardice after all.

Sitting by the window sill, drinking Yang Guo saw this scene, but couldn't help laughing.

"Brother Yang, why are you laughing?"

Yin Long's cheeks and eye sockets were flushed, and when he spoke, he reeked of alcohol, obviously drinking a lot.

"I'm just laughing at this guy who is not weak in martial arts, but he is timid. It's not refreshing at all."

When Yang Guo spoke, he didn't mean to lower his voice at all, the meaning of ridicule was very strong.

Zhang Qiang turned his head.

Looking at Yang Guo, whose black and white hair was disheveled, a sneer appeared on his dark face.

"That motley boy, if you are not convinced, you might as well go out with a certain family to practice your hand."

heard.

Yang Guo tilted his head, looked sideways at him, tapped his fingers on the table rhythmically, and replied: "Okay."

Zhang Qiang snorted coldly, and walked out into the rainy night first.

Before Yang Guo could move, Shangguan Beijing followed up first.

Seeing this with a knife, Shangguan immediately wrinkled into a bitter face.

He moved towards the gate of the inn, with the intention of overwhelming Shangguan Beijing.

See this scene.

Yang Guo shook his head helplessly.

He originally thought that he hadn't received points for a long time, so he just made some extra money.

Now it's a lot of trouble.

Before Shangguan took the knife out, there was a loud bang from the door of the inn.

Those knight-errants at the inn only saw a group of figures like sandbags being thrown up.

Flying all the way, hit the pillar of the inn before stopping.

When the dust settled, the figure was exactly Zhang Qiang just now.

See this scene.

The inn immediately exploded.

"Six gates are arresting important criminals, and each one of them should be honest with me."

A calm and neutral voice came into the inn.

Everyone in the inn only saw a heroic arrester wearing a six-door dark official robe slowly walking in.

This catcher was about twenty-eight, handsome in nature, with a heroic look between his brows and eyes, no white beard, and a smooth and white neck that was exposed outside.

At a glance, it is difficult to distinguish between male and female.

As soon as this person appears.

Tang Xiuzhu who was sitting beside Yang Guo immediately lowered his head.

His body also tensed up, causing Yang Guo to wonder if this Tang Xiuzhu was on the most wanted list of the Song Dynasty.

Yin Long heard the movement and looked over with drunken eyes.

After seeing the catcher's face clearly, most of the wine was sober.

Yang Guo sensed his abnormality and asked, "Brother Yin Long, do you know this person?"

Yin Long seemed a little afraid of that catcher.

Waiting for the policeman to pass by the table of Yang Guo and the two of them, he cautiously opened his mouth and said:

"The official's name is Lu Qingning, and he is a gold-medal policeman in the six-door patrol of the Criminal Department.

He is also the head of the Hubei Qingli Department of the Ministry of Criminal Justice. He is a big man who worships the sixth rank. "

Yin Long opened his mouth and told the story of Lu Qingning like pouring beans.

It surprised Yang Guo for a while.

Lu Qingning walked slowly towards the collapsed Zhang Qiang.

The night wind blew the broken hair between her temples, revealing her handsome face that was indistinguishable from male and female.

"Zhang Qiang, a former Shaolin lay disciple, violated the precepts half a year ago, worried about being punished by the North Shaolin Discipline Academy, so he escaped from North Shaolin at night.

Before fleeing to Hubei, he killed more than a dozen innocent people one after another along the way. What I said is correct. "

Lu Qingning's white-bottomed black-faced official boots stepped firmly on Zhang Qiang's heaving chest, explaining calmly.

As soon as this word comes out.

Just now there were a few Qibao disciples of the Beggar Gang who wanted to be peacemakers, and they immediately closed their mouths, pretending not to see them,
Although they were called old seniors by people in the Jianghu because of their seniority and age, they haven't drifted to that point yet.

Since ancient times, people have not fought with officials, and they can still see this clearly.

a long time.

The inn was still silent.

At this time, Zhang Qiang was coughing up blood, but couldn't speak, and could only stare at Lu Qingning angrily, as if he wanted to eat her.

"Okay, since you have nothing to say, it's a confession.

Come here, bring the prisoner Zhang Qiang back to Jingzhou and hand him over to the Yamen for custody. "

Lu Qingning looked calm, and in just a few words, Zhang Qiang was convicted.

As her words fell, four six-door chasers from outside came in.

Yang Guo roughly observed the aura revealed by their actions, and knew that these arresters were all second-rate top players.

Really not weak.

After Zhang Qiang was taken away, Lu Qingning still stopped in the inn.

"I know that you people from the rivers and lakes are used to acting dissolutely.

But I still want to remind you.

I don't care what happens between you Jianghu people, but if you harass the people of the Li people, the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice is waiting for you!
let's go! "

After saying this, Lu Qingning put on a serious face, and disappeared into the cold winter rainy night with the rest of the police.

a while.

He probably felt that Lu Qingning had gone far away.

The inn gradually started talking again.

Talk about dog officials, court eagle dogs, and talk nonsense...

Say anything, but there are not a few good words anyway.

Of course this is also normal.

Not to mention the contradictions between the court and the rivers and lakes have existed since ancient times.

Let’s just say that most of the knight-errants who came to Dashengguan to participate in the Heroes’ Meeting were just here to watch the excitement.

But there are also real martial arts heroes who want to defend their homes and the country.

Lu Qingning's words naturally made them feel uncomfortable and unhappy.

Yang Guo, who drank from time to time, did not join their verbal criticism.

Instead, he looked outside at the dark rainy night.

Thoughts in his eyes were complicated, but he was a little lost.