There's something wrong with this assassin

104 Handover

The Yellow River flows eastward, and the sun hangs high in the sky.

Beside the main road beside the Yellow River, there is a small tea house with a signboard saying that a bowl of tea costs one penny.

On the Yellow River road, the sun was scorching, but the business was not very good at this time. There were only two or three guests sitting on the tables and chairs in the pergola, drinking tea and resting their feet.

And at this moment, a carriage from a distance drove over unhurriedly. The most conspicuous thing was the two white horses pulling the cart. , so that everyone who saw it couldn't help but sigh.

While sighing, the carriage slowly approached, and the driver was a black-clothed businessman wearing a bamboo hat. He came to the teahouse and threw a silver coin worth one or two from his arms: "Boss, do you have any tea and horse supplies?" ? Get it ready for me."

The owner of the teahouse is a skinny old man. He took the money with a smile, and then went to the back of the teahouse to make tea for the guests and pour out the horse feed by the way.

At this moment, the guests at the table on the pergola of the teahouse glanced at each other.

"The horses in that carriage are a little weird."

"It is a riding horse domesticated by a wealthy family."

"The carriage is also weird, with deep ruts, and it seems to be carrying a heavy load."

"The driver was even weirder, it seemed to be a woman.

"How to do?"

"How to do?"

While drinking tea, they talked in a low voice, and almost immediately, they quietly held the weapons on the table, threw a few pennies of tea money on the table, and walked towards the carriage at the same time.

Step by step, step by step, no one noticed them. After all, this was originally a road for people to come and go. It was just because the sun was poisonous now, so merchants would not take advantage of this time to rush. They came to the carriage and saw the carriage. There was no one in the carriage, but there were three large wooden boxes that looked heavy.

The three of them showed smiles at the same time, carrying their weapons, one of them got into the driver's seat, and the two of them entered the carriage. They suddenly opened the box and saw that there were dazzling silver ingots and pieces of gold leaves inside.

The golden beads are bright and their value is immeasurable.

"Hurry up!" The people in the carriage couldn't help but exult.

The man on the coachman's seat picked up the whip and was about to slap the buttocks of the horses in front of him. As long as the two horses ran away with flowers, all the treasures of the carriage would belong to them.

But when he raised the whip, he felt that he couldn't pull it off at all.

He looked back, only to see a young man in black looking at him with a smile, holding the end of a horsewhip with his right hand.

"This is something from my house. It's not good to take someone's love." Fang Bie looked at him and said quietly.

"What's your house and my house? When we meet, it's mine." The man who snatched the car cursed loudly, and at the same time clenched the waist knife in his hand, about to chop off the boy's legs.

Fang Bie sighed, got up and jumped, and easily dodged the sweeping attack: "Is everyone in the world so violent now?"

Saying this, he exerted force with his hand, but the other party refused to withdraw his whip, and immediately pulled a dog to eat shit, Fang Bie quietly pressed his foot on his head: "Do you want to die or live?"

Only now did the man realize the overwhelming gap between him and the young man. Although his face was pressed against the wooden plank of the carriage, he could only beg for mercy repeatedly: "Master, master, I have to live, I have to live."

Fang Bie smiled, retracted his legs, and lifted the man's heavy body lightly, kicking him out a distance of two feet.

The man fell into a dizzy state, looked left and right, and found that the two companions who followed him into the car just now had also been thrown into the weeds by the side of the road at some point.

At this time, he didn't understand that he had encountered a real problem. He knelt down and kowtowed three times to Fang Bie in the car, and then dragged his accomplices away like hell.

When Xue Ling walked over, she saw the backs of the three fleeing in embarrassment.

"What happened?" Xue Ling asked.

"I met three mice." Fang Bie said quietly, "Old Li, what did you say?"

"Old Li asked us to go to the old place. I don't know where the old place is."

"The old place is very close." Fang Bie smiled: "We will go there in a while."

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……

The old place is indeed very close. I drove the carriage off the main road and walked into the mountains, but within three or five miles, I could see a small river temple.

Fang Bie and Xue Ling got out of the carriage this time, tied up the horses, and then Fang Bie held a box, and Xue Ling held a box in one hand——Xue Ling didn’t want to, who made her stronger—in short, the two of them went forward one after the other. Finally, three boxes full of gold and jewelry shells were carried to the river temple.

There is a small secret door behind the statue of the God of the River God. The secret door has been opened at this time. After carrying the box in, I saw the thin old man who sold tea in the teahouse from before sitting behind the table. He looked up and saw Fang Bie : "Brother Fang, long time no see, how is Xiao He?"

"Old injuries don't matter." Fang Bie simply said these five words, and then put the box in his hand on the ground with a bang: "Old Li, please have a test."

Most of the trophies that Fang Bie picked this time were yellow and white things, gold and jewelry, and Shang Jiuge had more antique calligraphy and paintings. After all, these things are not easy for ordinary people to sell, but Shang Jiuge does not dislike them.

The skinny old Li opened the box, reached out and grabbed an ingot, weighed it in his hand for a moment, then threw it back, and it just fell into the big warehouse made of rammed earth behind him, one piece, two pieces, three pieces, four pieces .

Just like this, he picked up a piece of ingot, weighed it, and then threw it back into the warehouse. His movements were smooth and smooth, and in an instant, the treasure in one box was exhausted, the second box, and the third box.

In less than half an hour, the three boxes of treasures had been taken out one by one by Lao Li, and then put away.

Then he took out a piece of strange cardboard from the table in front of him, picked up a brush and wrote on it: "Now I have received the rewards from the mission handed in by Iron Bee Fang Bie Linxue, 440 taels of silver and 150 taels of gold. "

Its handwriting is neat, rigorous and measured, and it can't be seen that it is written by an old man in a teahouse.

Fang Bie took it, handed it to Xue Ling casually, and asked casually, "Is there any news about Shang Jiuge?"

"Didn't Shang Jiuge separate from you just now?" Old Li said quietly.

"That's why I asked if there is any latest news about her." Fang Bie replied quietly.

Old Li Tou smiled: "It was just reported that Shang Jiuge is now in the Mengzhou County Government, and has been arrested by the Yu Party as the Seventeen Thieves of the Yellow River."

Fang Bie couldn't help laughing after hearing this, and Xue Ling lightly kicked Fang Bie's heels from behind.

"What's so funny about that."

"This shows that the good show I mentioned is really about to take place." Fang Bie said, turning his head.

Then he looked at Old Li and said, "Uncle Li, then I'll go first."

"Go, go." Old Li waved at Fang Bie as if chasing flies away.

Fang Bie then dragged Xue Ling to the Hebo Temple, and when he reached the gate, he shouted from a distance: "Let's ride the horse away."

Old Li sat inside and couldn't chase him out, so he could only laugh dumbfounded.

"Stinky boy."

(End of this chapter)