The Book of Troubled Times

  Chapter 107 Yangzhou Slow

"It turns out that Brother Zhao is the eighty-eight-eighth Qianlong. It's really like thunder." The big man Wan Dongliu said with a smile: "I don't know where Brother Zhao is going? It's better to meet by chance. Our headquarter is in Yangzhou in front of us. Why don't we go to the city to have a drink?" A glass of wine?"

   "Wait a minute, isn't that Brother Wan, please wait a moment, let me ask something." Zhao Changhe jumped off the horse and grabbed the thin man: "What is this bloodthirsty Shura?"

  Wan Dongliu: "..."

  The skinny guy had a broken leg and was writhing in pain. How could Zhao Changhe be entangled with this thing? Reluctantly said: "You, aren't you **** kungfu and **** swordsmanship? I heard people say that people's eyes are red when they chop people up. There is also a trick that looks like cannibalism. A broad knife cuts like a knife. You don't have a whole corpse... You are not bloodthirsty, who is bloodthirsty?"

   "...It's okay to be bloodthirsty, so why is it Shura again? It's a bit dirty."

  Wan Dongliu: "..."

  What are you struggling with? Does the nickname sound good?

  The thin man broke out in a cold sweat from the pain: "That's what the Buddhas of the Maitreya religion said, saying that Shura is an ancient fierce god, with infinite strength, irritability and aggressiveness..."

  Zhao Changhe opened his mouth and closed it again.

  Why does it seem so appropriate?

  The thin man continued: "... Shura is divided into men and women, and men are ugly."

  Zhao Changhe was furious: "I am incompatible with the Maitreya sect!"

  Skinny and Wan Dong Luming are hostile to each other, but they have a very unified attitude towards this matter, and they both think it's too appropriate.

  There are only wrong names, how can there be wrong nicknames...

Wan Dongliu laughed and said, "Brother Zhao, it's just a nickname. If you're not satisfied with Brother Zhao, you might as well think of one yourself. To be honest, it happens that my Cao Gang is good at things like promoting nicknames for others." , Many little white dragons of the Jade Face Excalibur were passed down from us, and there are already hundreds of little white dragons."

  Zhao Changhe's eyes lit up: "Is there still this way?"

   "Not bad." Wan Dongliu smiled and said, "How about it, what do you want Brother Zhao to be called?"

  Zhao Changhe got stuck. I really didn't think about it. If I knew it, I would have asked Tang Wanzhuang to help me think about it. She is educated.

   "Forget it, since there is the channel of Brother Wan, let me think about it slowly." Zhao Changhe got on the horse again: "Yangzhou is ahead?"

"That's right." Wan Dongliu picked up the thin man and said with a smile, "This man stole an important item from our Cao Gang. Luckily, brother Zhao helped catch him. I need to capture him first and go back to the business. Brother Zhao just reports to me when he goes to the city." Wan Dongliu's name is a guest of honor everywhere!"

   After finishing speaking, he bowed his hands and walked away with the skinny man.

  Damn it, everyone knows how to step on the water, Zhao Changhe feels that his stepping blood is getting worse and worse, and even stepping on the blood without a trace, the water will sink.

  But this is actually not because stepping on blood without traces is not enough, it is possible to step on blood without traces, it is because his internal strength has not kept up, and if the internal strength is not up to the level, naturally stepping on everything will be heavy.

   And these two seemingly random passers-by guys have better internal skills than him. Zhao Changhe at least knows who Wan Dongliu is.

  The leader of the Cao Gang, the five levels of Xuanguan, and the seventy Qianlong, just a little lower than Han Wubing, and a little higher than Zhao Changhe. Judging from this lightness kung fu, his internal strength is also the kind that enters the room, not the outsider he looks like on the outside.

   There are still many heroes in the Jianghu, isn't that what I want to see... Now that the fate is here, let's take a look at what the Cao Gang that I didn't plan to see looks like.

  The disappointment caused by what I saw and heard on the road in the past few days has temporarily settled in my heart, and I really can't do anything about those things now. Even if you plan to do something in the future, you have to understand this world clearly before talking about it.

  This river is not the main channel of the canal, but a small tributary, not wide, otherwise it would not be possible to cross it with the two just now. A river that is not wide often means that there should be a bridge on the river... Zhao Changhe reined in his horse and detoured, and he found a stone arch bridge not far away, and rode his horse across the bridge leisurely.

  So what kind of water are you walking on... Damn, when I improve my skills, I will also step on it!

  Not far ahead is Yangzhou, one of the most important cities in Jiangbei, and it is also a place with the same place name and humanities as Qinghe. It is no problem to directly say that this is Jiangnan in terms of humanities.

   Zhao Changhe stepped into the city gate, feeling a little predestined relationship in his heart. Not long ago, I just talked to Han Wubing about carrying wine with a sword and slim waist in the palm, but in a blink of an eye, Yangzhou is dreaming, who is the lucky one?

  Interestingly, it is barren for thousands of miles outside, but the city has the smell it should have, a bit like sucking up the blood outside and supporting the city. So this prosperity showed a bit of irony.

  Here is almost as lively as Qinghe County, but there is a big difference in humanities. I don’t know if it’s because the Cui family in Qinghe wants to talk about a moral heirloom. But at this time and this place, you can only feel the smoke and willows all over the city, and the wind and flowers everywhere.

  Da Ma passed on the inner bridge of the city, and stopped to watch. There were many buildings on the left and right of the Neihe River, and the girls looked up.

  At that time, he was young and thin in spring clothes, riding a horse leaning on a leaning bridge, full of red sleeves.

  The quality is much better than that of Jianhu City, and the overall atmosphere is much better. Zhao Changhe, who had returned the poems to the teacher a long time ago, couldn't help but be full of picturesque and poetic feelings. No wonder it is said that with a waist of 100,000 guan, riding a crane down to Yangzhou, this Nima is really a man's paradise.

   I don’t know where the twenty-four bridge is, oh, maybe this world doesn’t necessarily exist, but there must be…

   "My lord, please live in our Xiaoxiang Pavilion. Our girl is the most famous in the city. You can rest assured of your good horse, we have the best fodder and the most exquisite care..."

  Zhao Changhe withdrew his mind from the surroundings, and said with a broken smile: "You are in the south of the Yangtze River, what is Xiaoxiang?"

   "Huh? Young master is elegant! We call this foreign taste...uh..." As Zhao Changhe turned his head, the old bustard's face changed, and his voice began to stutter: "This scar... bloodthirsty Asura Zhao Changhe..."

   Zhao Changhe's smile disappeared all of a sudden.

   "What's the matter, has my murderous person affected the style and security of your restaurant?"

   "No, that's not the case..." The old bustard smiled apologetically, "We welcome a celebrity like Young Master."

   "Really?" Zhao Changhe dismounted: "Then I really will live here."

  The old bustard groaned secretly in his heart, fearing that it would affect the style is not enough, fearing that it would affect the public order is true, if such a murderous person really started arguing with someone inside, the building might be demolished. She regained her composure and said with an apologetic smile: "My lord, please come in, our Xiaoxiang Hall is also a filial piety to the Cao Gang, maybe you still have friendship."

This is pointing out that his family has a backstage, Zhao Changhe laughed, and was about to speak, when a loud laugh came from the corner of the street: "Hahaha, brother Zhao also likes Xiangwei, it's not bad, this Xiaoxiang restaurant is opened by our Cao Gang, Even though Brother Zhao is having fun, all the expenses are on Wan Mou!"

  Dare you really have friendship with our Cao Gang... The old bustard's expression became awed, and he smiled and said: "Young gang leader."

  Wan Dongliu strode over and patted Zhao Changhe on the shoulder enthusiastically: "Come on, I'll treat you, first let Brother Zhao see the enthusiasm of our Yangzhou!"

  Why are you everywhere... This is to attract people's attention when I enter the city, and I will report to you as soon as I come in? This level of enthusiasm for me is a little too much.

  Zhao Changhe turned his mind, and wanted to see what was going on with this guy, so he didn't refuse, and said with a smile: "Then respect is worse than obedience, brother Wan please."

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