Infinite Heroes Seat

Mo Wenzheng lowered his head in deep thought, when a noisy sound suddenly came downstairs from the restaurant.

Just listening to the sound of footsteps, a big-faced man with five or six subordinates and **** guys walked up. Everywhere they passed, the expressions of the guests changed and all of them took refuge. Many people even took shelter. He lowered his body and tried to get under the seat.

The owner of the restaurant also smiled and greeted him, not too embarrassed, the person in his forties immediately pleased him.

"Daxia Nan, which gust of wind helped your old man come over? Haven't the money for this month been paid?"

The big man's cheeks, dangling eyes, and Uesugi's eyes were not a good person at first sight, and the few of his subordinates were also thieves, penetrating their heads, and seeing that they were not kind.

He grinned when he heard what the boss said, and gave him a sideways look.

"Why? Isn't it welcome?"

The little boss smiled secretly in his heart, thinking that there is no one in Suzhou City that welcomes you bastards, but he said: "How can you? Xiaoer, hurry up and take Nan Daxia to dinner, and wait for me carefully!"

However, the Nan Daxia ignored him, instead he looked around, seeming to be looking for someone.

"Boss, it's this kid. I watched him give a reward to a shop and the second person uses gold. It's definitely a fat sheep!"

At this moment, I saw a skinny ruffian pointing at Mo Wen and speaking to the big man, his voice didn't evasive.

The big man immediately looked in this direction, looking at the clothes made of fabric on Mo Wen's body and the jade pendant hanging from his waist. The eyes just lit up.

The boss secretly said that it was not good. He knew what kind of people they were, and hurriedly said, "Daxia Nan. That's a guest of a small shop. You can't do business in a small shop like this!"

The Nan Xing pushed him away, and immediately walked over to Mo Wen, and slapped the table angrily: "Boy, is your boy who hurt Chen Er? Don't you know he belongs to Lao Tzu? Me? See if your kid is tired of life, take a trip with Lao Tzu, otherwise it will make you suffer a little bit of flesh and blood!"

Mo Wen gently closed the paper fan in his hand. Looking up and down, it is not that there are strong people who covet Mo Wen's property along the way, and most of them have been taken care of by Mo Wen. But I think this is the first time I have seen this kind of martial arts.

After carefully looking at the cross-cut man, and believing that he was an ordinary person who didn't know martial arts, Mo Wen asked, "Are your robbers in Suzhou look so ugly? Who is Chen Er? I've never heard of it. "

The guy didn’t feel nervous when he saw his identity being broken, so he threatened directly: “Boy. Since you know what the uncle does. It’s best to be honest and follow the uncle and me obediently, and then ask your family to send money over, everyone. It's all better. Otherwise, your skin and flesh pains are indispensable!—"

Mo Wen was somewhat curious, "In broad daylight, under the bright sky, will you not be afraid of the government? And don't you care about the decent martial arts in Suzhou?"

After listening to Mo Wen's words. A few people just laughed.

"—Government? Behind the men is the official man!" The man with the cross-cut cheeks said with a smile. "And after finishing your vote, you thought I would stay here again. Just your outfit, one vote is enough for the glory and wealth of the brothers in the second half of your life, and the government has to find talents! As for martial arts? —"

A land ruffian next to him said: "Our brother Nan is the number one master of Suzhou martial arts. The hard work of an iron jersey is unmatched. It is invulnerable, breaking blue stones, carrying sledgehammers, and so on. You'd better be honest. Click, otherwise you will feel better!"

On one side there were a few ruffians taking out the knife and facing Mo Wen brightly.

Mo Wen was also a little dumbfounded at this time, crushing blue stones and carrying a sledgehammer? This is a trick of street art, okay, how come you become a master of martial arts, and also the number one master of Suzhou, it is difficult for him or Murong to recover?

But when I thought about it, Mo Wen understood that Suzhou is the site of Nan Murong, plus it is the important town of the imperial court. Several sects dared to make trouble here. It is estimated that these gangsters have never seen a real master in their lives. The trick of acting is taken seriously.

Just as Mo Wen was about to show off these nasty flies, a very wretched-looking ruffian suddenly said: "Brother Nan, look at this kid with thin skin and tender meat. Why don't you let me try it before changing the money?"

Look at the small eyes and spread it straight to Mowen, the eyes are full of obscene colors.

"That's fine, the sixth one, don't kill people for fun!" The so-called Nan groaned for a moment. He thought that he would tear up the ticket anyway when he got money. As long as the person didn't play to death, he immediately nodded in agreement. But I didn't expect that because of one sentence, he had already caused a terrible disaster for myself.

Opposite him, Mo Wen's face was already gloomy.

The big guy didn't care about Mowen's reaction, only when he was frightened, and when he stretched out his big hand, he cried out strangely, "Boy, come over here!"

But at this moment, a soft noise suddenly came from outside the window, and a soft, innocent, joyous and tempting song came over.

"The scent of scallops lasts ten hectares, and my sister-in-law is too late to pick the lotus in a covetous manner. When I come to play at the bow beach in the evening, smile and take off the ducks wrapped in the red skirt."

Mo Wen, who moved his feet, swayed past the strong man's grasp, but moved in his heart, turning his head and looking out the window.

A small boat floated on the green waves of the lake. A young green cedar girl holding two oars slowly paddled the water. The singing came from the girl’s mouth, and on the small boat there was a girl about twenty-seven and eighty-eight. The son, in a light yellow shirt, and a long sword hanging from his waist, came floating, chic and elegant.

Abi, Murongfu!

Mo Wen's eyes lit up. He turned around and looked at the ruffians. He turned over and jumped out of the window, his body shape only flickered, and he ran straight to his carriage.

"No, Brother Nan, that kid ran away." A scoundrel was anxious.

"Brother Nan, Brother Nan!"

He stretched out his hand and pulled the brawny man, but he didn't want the brawny man to fall and fall on the ground.

"Brother Nan!" The ruffian's eyes shrank, and a chopstick was inserted into the brawny man's chest, and a steady stream of blood was kept from there.

The iron cloth shirt, known as invulnerability, was stabbed in silently with chopsticks.

"Sixth!" There was another scream from the ground, the wretched man also had a chopstick stuck in his forehead and fell down.

"Ghost!" The ordinary ground ruffians had never seen this kind of method, and screamed ghosts and escaped from the restaurant.

------

On the shore of Taihu Lake, Murong Fu boarded the shore from the boat. Although handsome and extraordinary, there was a trace of sadness between his eyebrows.

He looked at the beauty of the Taihu Lake and said in his heart: "This country is so beautiful, but it is not owned by my Murong clan. No matter how beautiful it is, what about it, in the end, the great cause of my Dayan restoration is still in the foreseeable future."

"Although I have mixed into Xixia Yipintang under the alias Li Yanzong, the Helian Tieshu hasn't trusted me yet. The sad and crisp breeze only gave me the antidote, but never let me touch the poison. The fame in China has little effect. Alas, where should I go next?"

Seeing the worried face of her son, the maidservant behind her felt distressed. She knew how much the son had worked hard for the great cause of restoration of the country, but it was a pity that God did not bless it, and it still did nothing. UU reading www.uukａnshu.com

But then her eyes lit up.

"My son, Brother Deng and the others are here."

On the dock, four big men came over from the crowd.

The leader was wearing a blue robe, carrying a sword in his hand, and had a long breath between his steps. When he had made good achievements in internal power, he was followed by a man in his 50s, wearing iron-blue Confucian robes. Drinking wine on his own, the third is a middle-aged man who looks very ugly, but can hardly hide his vigorous spirit. He is very tall, but has a surly and stubborn look on his face, while the last one is a little bit stubborn. He was young, about thirty years old, with disheveled hair, unshaven, and wearing a black robe.

"I have seen the son!" The four came to Murong Fu's side, clasping their fists in unison.

"Yeah." Murong Fu nodded, and just about to say something, he heard a voice from the shore whistling loudly.

"In the next Xiaoyao send Mo Wen, I have seen Mr. Murong!" (To be continued...)

ps: Thanks to Gufan 0 Yuanying, Ding Hongbin for the monthly pass.