The World of Martial Arts

Chapter 143 Xiao Shishilang

Early the next morning, Xu Zhengping briefly explained to Fu Xiaowu, and asked him to wait for Zhang Wenqing to come back from vacation, so that they can sort out the help together.

At the same time, Fu Xiaowu secretly asked Fu Xiaowu to pay attention to Yue Buqun, the key position, and no one from Yue Buqun should be allowed to participate.

Although Fu Xiaowu was surprised how Xu Zhengping would be wary of Yue Buqun, but he had an advantage in his actions, that is, he never asked the reason, and simply agreed to it and carried it out.

Xu Zhengping asked Lei Zong to teach his disciple Su Wubing well. Su Wubing is still young and growing up. It is not suitable for practicing martial arts with too much intensity.

So you don't need to ask yourself to give orders all the time, you just need to ask Lei Zong to supervise him every day to prevent laziness.

Then ride a sweat horse and gallop to the wild, and embark on the road north with the long-awaited Lian Xing.

Hebei, Hancheng...

It has been two months since I went to the north, summer has passed and winter has come, and the sky in the north has been covered with snow.

Even if the weather is bad, ordinary people still have to be busy with two meals a day, and the business of charcoal fire and firewood seems to be particularly good.

Yang Bu Xuan Heel is a very interesting name, this is the most famous mutton shop in Hancheng.

The boss is a Mongolian who has been here for more than ten years.

His skills in killing and cooking sheep are top-notch. He can cook the mutton to be as crisp as pork, as firm as beef, and as delicious as donkey meat, except that it is not like mutton.

Because of this, it has a great reputation, attracting diners from far and near.

In particular, Jianghu people like Xu Zhengping who carried swords and swords were the least common, and they were the most willing to spend money.

For example, Xu Zhengping, at this moment, there was one table for one person, so he chose the three cooking methods of steaming, roasting, and cooking to put the mutton on the table.

There is a charcoal stove under the table to warm up, so you don't have to worry about the low temperature in winter that will make a table of food cold.

Lian Xing, who came north with Xu Zhengping, did not sit at the same table with him.

Walking in the rivers and lakes, you don't necessarily need to be in company. It's best to be able to cover each other with one light and one dark, so that you can respond in time no matter what you encounter.

So when Xu Zhengping was eating mutton, he couldn't see where Lian Xing was.

At this time, Xu Zhengping who was eating and drinking alone at the table was very comfortable, because he could not only concentrate on savoring the food, but also carefully learn about the recent anecdotes in the northern rivers and lakes from the discussions of the people around him.

However, recent anecdotes seem to be inseparable from one person.

That person was a one-legged thieves. There have always been many one-legged thieves in Jianghu, but there is only one who can be as infamous as him, and everyone can be punished.

This person is Xiao Shishilang...

Xu Zhengping ate for an hour, and listened for an hour, and he already knew roughly that Jinzhen Shen's family was wiped out in Jianghu recently, more than a hundred people in Mengjiazhuang were slaughtered, seven provincial security bureaus were robbed of a million taels of bodyguard silver, etc...

It seems that all the evil deeds that have happened in the world and can be heard are all done by this person.

In short, the fellows in the world want to hunt and kill this person because of three things on him. First, this person is notorious; second, he has countless treasures;

As long as anyone has any one of these three points, it is enough to cause the knights in the martial arts world to chase and kill him frantically.

Not to mention that he has all three things, which means that as long as he can be killed, he will not only become famous, but also get countless treasures from him, and at the same time get the world-famous sword and sharp weapon.

Xu Zhengping had never seen someone who could bear the evil of the world like this, and found it quite interesting, so he couldn't help listening to it for a while.

Gradually, he found that although the mutton in front of him was delicious, it still felt greasy after eating too much.

It's a pity that in winter, there are only pickles and no fresh vegetables. Relying on tea to relieve the greasy, after all, it is a bit worse.

At this time, the curtain outside the store was rolled up, and a young man with a rough face walked in with a huge fruit basket.

This young man looks very ordinary, but he has a short knife pinned to his waist, which makes him look not so ordinary.

Xu Zhengping's eyes lit up, and he asked, "Why are there so many fresh fruits and vegetables this winter?"

The young man smiled and came to Xu Zhengping, "So the price will always be higher than in the past. No matter what kind of fruit, it will cost thirty cents each."

Xu Zhengping smiled and said, "It's expensive, but it's not that outrageous."

He took out two ingots of silver, which seemed to be at least 20 taels, which seemed to be enough to buy the whole basket of fruit.

The young man said: "The money is enough to buy a basket, but I believe you shouldn't be able to eat so much."

Xu Zhengping said: "I also believe that you are not a fruit farmer."

"Who do you think I am?"

"A man who lives by a knife."

As Xu Zhengping said, he opened his palms, and the calluses on the palms and the tiger's mouth were enough to explain everything.

The young man looked at his hand, only smiled, and finally took only 150 Wen from Xu Zhengping, kept five peaches, and sold the rest of the fruit to the boss.

Satisfied, he took the money in his hand and prepared to leave, but he met an ordinary person.

The commoner said: "It turned out to be you, who came to sell fruit again? When will you pay back the one or two silver you owe me?"

The young man who was supposed to make a living with knives blushed a little. He searched the bag for a copper coin that was almost equivalent to one tael of silver, and returned it to the other party.

Xu Zhengping could tell that it was actually very simple for this young man to renege on his debts.

In Jianghu, there are actually many scoundrels who rely on their high martial arts skills, owe money, renege on debts, and even kill the creditor's family, but few can abide by the rules.

Xu Zhengping ate a peach, and was about to get up and go back to his room, when suddenly a Jianghu person who was present seemed to have heard about Xiao Shishilang's extermination of more than a hundred members of the Meng family, and was so angry that he slapped his palm on the table.

"Hero Meng has saved my life, Luo Mingxi. No matter how good Xiao Shishilang's martial arts are, I will definitely kill him to avenge the Meng family!"

He is not the first to swear like this.

Xu Zhengping didn't pay much attention, but when he got up, he happened to meet the young man who was listening.

The young man looked at Xu Zhengping and suddenly said with a smile: "This gentleman is a master at using knives, it seems that he also came here for Xiao Shishilang."

But Xu Zhengping said: "What you see may not be true, let alone what you hear must be true?
Besides, a person who owes money to ordinary people will feel embarrassed, and a person who makes money by selling fruits cleanly must not be able to do those things. "

The young man's face changed, but Xu Zhengping chuckled twice, and had already returned to the room.

This young man is none other than Xiao Shishilang. He is a notorious thief because he never justifies the trumped-up charges that were planted on him.

Perhaps he has indeed done some worthwhile things for some worthy people, but the means by which he supports himself is always relying on his own labor rather than martial arts.

When Xiao Shishilang frowned and was about to leave, there was a horse neighing outside the store, and someone got off the horse, but he praised another horse in the stable, "Xiyu's horse is sweating and bleeding, it really looks like a horse! Hmph."

As he said that, the curtain at the store door was lifted, and a burly, middle-aged man in his fifties entered the store.

When he came in, the whole store was completely quiet.

Anyone who knows him knows that if he doesn't speak in public, others have no right to speak.

(End of this chapter)