Chapter 5 The second time is full of guts

The mace is a rare weapon in the rivers and lakes. It is too heavy and too big.It's too inconvenient to carry, and it's also inconvenient to use. If the arms don't have a lot of strength, you can't even play. This kind of weapon can usually only be seen occasionally on the big battlefield where the two armies confront each other, where corpses are strewn all over the field and blood flows into canals. There are really too few people in the Jianghu who use this kind of weapon. Now the person rushing out from the alley is actually using a mace that weighs at least 70 to 80 jins. The mace on the stick is shining brightly, it looks like there are countless hungry wolves waiting To tear Yang Zheng piece by piece.

This man is nine feet tall and three feet in width, bare-chested, bald, with a big gold ring on his left ear, the flesh on his face is horizontal, but there is a straight scar from his forehead to the corner of his mouth , cut a nose as big as a duck egg into half, I am afraid it is rare to see such a person in the middle of the night without having nightmares. Yang Zheng turned to face the giant, completely ignoring Sun Ruhai behind him, as if he didn't know that the opponent's fork in Sun Ruhai's hand was also a deadly weapon, and many people had already died under the sharp edge of the opponent's fork.

Yang Zheng was also tall, but standing in front of this giant, he was a bit shorter. "I heard that Ni Ba has a seedling named 'Bison'." Yang Zheng asked, "Are you that seedling?" "Old man, I am." "I heard that you are fierce and tyrannical and not afraid of death." Yang Zheng asked again: "Are you really not afraid of death?" "It's not me who's going to die, it's you son of a bitch." This Miaozi can speak a half-baked Sichuan dialect, especially when it comes to cursing people. Yang Zheng didn't have a weapon in his hand, and few people saw him use a weapon.

Standing in front of such a giant with bare hands, he could still hold his breath. But at this moment, a seventy-nine-pound mace swept towards him obliquely with the sound of a tiger roaring. He can't parry, he has nothing in his hands to parry. He can't retreat either, and there is an opponent's fork behind him. He can't even dodge. The alley is too narrow, and the mace is too long. With one sweep, all escape routes are blocked, and no matter where you dodge, it is still under the control of its power. Sun Ruhai didn't make a move. He no longer needed to take action, and was already thinking of ways to destroy the body and make Yang Zheng disappear forever.

He hasn't figured out a perfect solution yet, and he doesn't have to think about it. Because at this very instant, he had discovered that Yang Zheng would not die yet. At that moment just now, Yang Zheng really seemed to be dead. No matter whether he is preparing to parry or back and dodge, he will inevitably get a blow. No one can afford this stick. Unexpectedly, Yang Zheng neither parried, dodged, nor retreated—some people would never retreat, and Yang Zheng was such a person. Instead of retreating, he rushed forward, facing the mace. No one thought he would do it, because no one had ever dared to do it.

The real first-class martial arts masters certainly have other and better ways to deal with this stick; if the martial arts are not good enough, the fangs on the stick have already been torn apart by now. Yang Zheng rushed forward. At that instant, he fell down suddenly, and as soon as he pressed his hands to the ground, he rushed over from under the mace and hit the "bison" with his head on the belly. This move definitely cannot be regarded as a martial arts move.A real martial arts master would never use this move, nor would he use it. But this trick definitely works. The "Bison" whose two-hundred-jin body was knocked down at once, fell to the ground and rolled on its belly, screaming so loudly that even sleeping people three blocks away could hear it.

Yang Zheng took out a tendon rope, tied his hands and one foot at once, and stuffed an iron walnut into his mouth. Then he let out a long breath, turned to face Sun Ruhai, and said indifferently. to ask: "How about it?" Sun Ruhai was stunned, and it took a long time before he could speak: "What kind of martial arts is this?" "This is not martial arts at all." Yang Zheng said, "I don't know what martial arts is at all. I only know how to knock people down." "This kind of uninitiated move, the heroes of the Jianghu would rather die than use it."

"I'm not a hero at all, and I don't want to die." Yang Zheng said, "I just want to arrest those who broke the law." Sun Ruhai clenched a pair of pure steel forks in his palms: "What method are you going to use to catch me?" "As long as I can catch you, it doesn't matter what method I use." Sun Ruhai sneered. Yang Zheng stared at him: "You know martial arts, but I don't; you are a famous hero, but I am not; you have a guy, but I don't. If you have the guts to come over and do me, I have nothing to say." Although Sun Ruhai was sneering, his face turned pale.

Yang Zheng walked over slowly: "It's a pity that you don't have a seed. I've seen that you don't have a seed. As long as you dare to move, I will make you lie on the bed for three months and you won't even be able to crawl. Do you believe it or not? " He walked in front of Sun Ruhai, his heart was less than a foot away from the sharp point of the opponent's fork in Sun Ruhai's palm. Sun Ruhai didn't dare to move. With a "click", a pair of handcuffs made of pure steel had cuffed his hands. Suddenly there was a burst of applause from outside the dark alley, and a dozen big men in black applauded loudly and strode over.

They are all Yang Zheng's subordinates, and they are also Yang Zheng's brothers.They not only admired Yang Zheng, but also respected him. "Brother Yang, you are really good." "You guys can do it too." Yang Zheng was laughing, "You've been hiding outside the alley to watch the excitement, and you didn't come over to help me." "We knew that this matter can be dealt with by the elder brother alone, and we are here to help the elder brother with the next matter." Yang Zheng's face darkened. "You know that too?" he asked sharply, "How did you know that?"

"Last night, Mr. Zhao from the mansion sent Xiao Liu to look for Big Brother overnight. We knew there was something important to do, so at noon today, our brothers left Xiao Liu to drink." "He told you?" Yang Zheng was furious, "I repeatedly told him not to reveal this matter, this bastard is so brave." "We understand what Big Brother means. Big Brother didn't let us know about this, just because the enemy is too strong and the matter is too dangerous. If he misses, he will inevitably die." The brothers rushed to say: "But we have been with the elder brother for many years. If the elder brother hadn't been in front of us, more than half of us would have died long ago. We have already prepared to hand over our lives to the elder brother. Even If you can't fight others, you have to fight anyway. Even if you want to die, the brothers have to die together anyway." Yang Zheng clenched his fists tightly, as if tears were about to come out of his eyes, but he finally held back. The brothers said again: "Although we don't know how powerful that Ni is, but he dared to move the "Central Plains Escort Bureau", of course he is a difficult role. But our brothers are also unambiguous. I have had quite a few high-profile cases, even if I had to exchange two lives for one, I would be able to kill a few of them." Yang Zheng firmly held the hands of the brothers and said loudly, "Okay, follow me." The brothers immediately cheered loudly, and someone unexpectedly brought a large jar of soju. "Brother, do you want to drink two glasses first?" "We don't need to drink for courage, we have to drink, and when we're done we'll celebrate with a fucking meal." The brothers cheered loudly again: "Yes, first smash that muddy bastard, and then drink his mother's non-drunk 'turtle'." But Sun Ruhai and "Bison" had to send two people back first, who should they send?No one wants to go, no one wants to miss this great event. Everyone was about to draw lots, but Yang Zheng decided: "Old Zheng and Little Huzi will send them back." Lao Zheng is newly married, and his son is not yet one year old.Old Zheng understood what Yang Zheng meant, and felt sad and grateful. Little Huzi refused to accept it: "Why did Big Brother send me there?" Yang Zheng slapped him first, and then asked him: "Have you forgotten your old lady?" Little Huzi stopped talking, and when he turned his head away, tears were already in his eyes. Looking at them, Sun Ruhai suddenly felt a rush of blood in his heart, and shouted to Yang Zheng: "Let go of me, and I will fight with you again. I, Sun Ruhai, am not a coward, and I am not afraid of death either." Beside him, the "bison" who was tied up by ox tendons and four horses' hooves suddenly spit on his face and yelled, "You son of a bitch is not afraid of death, who is afraid of death? Now what's the use of your ghost screaming? Shut your beak quickly." Watching Old Zheng and Little Huzi carry them away, Yang Zheng suddenly sighed. "Sun Ruhai might not really be a coward in the first place, but his life has been too comfortable recently, and he has changed." He sighed with emotion: "It's not good for a person to be in the arena for as long as he is. It’s easy, but it’s even more difficult to truly not be afraid of death.” Grandpa Ni's head hurts. Of course he didn't have a headache because of Yang Zheng. A small county town arresting the head didn't take him seriously at all. He has a headache just because he's almost awake now from the wine he drank in the evening.He drank a lot that night. The chief escort of the "Central Plains Escort Bureau" "BMW Golden Knife" Wang Zhenfei, although he didn't personally escort the escort for this trip because he had to go to Peony Villa to buy horses, but the five escort escorts were not easy to deal with. He has followed him with a pair of palms for thirty years, and has accompanied him in birth and death at least two or three hundred times. He fought side by side with fifteen of his buddies for more than half an hour, and lost six of them. Finally, the dart was finally robbed.It's just that it's still worth it, the 1.8 million taels of snowflake silver is enough for him to spend the rest of the year comfortably. He is already fifty-six years old, and after transporting the money back to his hometown, he is ready to quit and enjoy a few years in a place that no one else can find. Grandpa Ni Ba is from Shu and likes to sit on a "sliding pole". There is a chair tied between two bamboo poles, which is called a "sliding pole" when carried by two people. Sitting on the sliding pole, it is comfortable and ventilated, and can be taken care of in all directions. As long as you turn your head, you can see the long line of carts full of silver behind you. Those who escorted the car were all his buddies, all seasoned fighters. Although he believed that no one would dare to touch him on this road, he still acted cautiously. He uses this kind of wheelbarrow to transport silver, because this kind of small cart is the most smart and convenient, and it will never disturb others when walking on the road. This car is pushed by people. Mules and horses have hooves, but humans don't; mules and horses can bark, but humans don't. He is very relieved. It was almost dawn. Grandpa Ni Ba sat on the sliding pole with his eyes closed for a while, and when he turned around by chance, he suddenly found that the long row of unicycles behind him seemed to be a bit shorter! He counted, and sure enough, seven cars were missing. The "Bronze Hammer" who escorted the cart at the end, like the "Bison", was brought out by him from Miaojiang on the border of Yunnan, and he would never betray him under any circumstances. How come there are fewer silver cars? Grandpa Ni pressed the handle on the sliding pole with both hands, and he flew up, turning over in the air, with his toes a little on the heads of the driver of the fourth wheelbarrow behind him, and stepped on the heads of eight drivers in an instant. On the head of the man, he displayed his arrogant "eight-step driving the cicada" light kung fu stunt, and passed the long line of silver cars until he reached the last one. There was no movement at all, but the "copper hammer" that escorted the cart at the end was gone. Cheng Gang was escorting the car in front of Tonghammer, and he drank a little too much today, so he didn't know what was going on behind him. He came over to ask when he saw the eighth master flying all over the sky. Master Ni Ba didn't say anything, he slapped him twice before telling him: "Follow me to the back to have a look." The moon is setting and the stars are sinking, and the surrounding fields are in darkness. The moment before dawn is always the darkest time on earth. There was still no abnormal movement behind, no human voice could be heard, and no one could be seen. But there seemed to be something wrong among the long grass beside the road—the wind blew the long grass, but there was a piece of grass that didn't move. Because this piece of grass has been suppressed by people, by eight people. The seven coachmen had already been knocked out, tied up with four horses' hooves, and their mouths were stuffed with an iron walnut, which is commonly used only by the public. A tendon rope was strangled from behind. Master Ni Ba calmed down instead, and only asked Cheng Gang: "You didn't even hear anything just now?" Cheng Gang bowed his head, he didn't hear anything, and he was not sober all the time. Ni Ba took out an iron walnut from the driver's mouth, looked around, and kept sneering: "Okay, so fast hands and feet, I didn't expect there to be such a character in Six Doors." Cheng Gang finally whispered: "I heard that the head of the police here is Yang Zheng, and he is very skilled." Ni Ba frowned: "Could it be that even Sun Ruhai and 'Bison' can't deal with him? If he is really such a powerful character, I'm afraid he has already gone around to deal with my sliding pole now." Cheng Gang changed color: "I'll go and see!" Ni Ba remained calm, and only said flatly, "I'm afraid it's too late to go now." As expected, he is worthy of being a seasoned veteran, even though he has been caught in a trap, his mind is still very clear and his judgment is still very accurate. At this moment, there was a miserable cry from the front of the convoy, it was the voice of Balao. Balao Tuo is also his capable subordinate, who is escorting the team in front, and at this moment, he is undoubtedly in ambush. Ni Ba's expression remained unchanged: "Balao's baldness is over. The nigger, yellow wolf, and elephant have three bad tempers. They will definitely rush away. Yang Zheng will definitely avoid them first and go to the middle to deal with Peng Hu." "We're going to meet him." "We're not going, we're not going anywhere." Cheng Gang was stunned: "Could it be that we just stand here and watch him kill people?" Master Ni Ba sneered: "Who else can he kill? As long as I don't die, he will fall into my hands sooner or later." Ni Ba said coldly, "His target is me, and here I am, sooner or later he will find here to die of." The wind was more violent and the moon was darker. Cheng Gang suddenly felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet. He finally understood what Ni Ba meant. Ba Taiye Ni doesn't care about other people's life or death, even his best friend who has followed him through life and death for many years. The car can't go anyway, and neither can the silver sheath on the car. As long as he persists until the end to capture and kill Yang Zheng, the money will still be his, and there will be fewer people to share it with. Why should he rush to save people and consume him? strength. Of course he can hold his breath.As long as he can wait here calmly and wait for work with ease, Yang Zheng will surely die. Cheng Gang's heart was also cold, but he didn't dare to show any emotion on his face. He suddenly thought that even if Yang Zheng didn't attack them, Ni Ba might attack them himself. If no one came to distribute his 1.8 million silver, and no one knew the secret, wouldn't his life be more comfortable in the future? Master Ni Ba has already taken out the pair of "knife crutches" that never leave his side. A lancet and an iron crutch, with a crutch in the knife and a knife in the crutch; one hard and one soft, combining rigidity and softness; one attack and one defense, and the attack and defense correspond, which is the unique style of Batai Ni. stunt. He clamped the iron crutches under his armpit, wiped the blade lightly with his palm, but stared at Cheng Gang's face from the corner of his eyes, and suddenly asked, "Do you already understand what I mean?" Cheng Gang was startled, neither daring to admit it nor deny it. From time to time in the darkness, screams and screams could be heard, but Ni Ba didn't seem to hear them at all. "If you think in your heart that I am killing people with a knife, you are wrong." He said flatly, "These people have been with me for many years. If we can't even deal with a small headhunter, why should we care about their lives?" "Yes," Cheng Gang said with his head down, "I understand." "But you are different. You have been with me the longest. As long as you can always be loyal to me, you will have a good life." "Yes, I understand." Master Ni Ba smiled: "It's good that you understand." He held the crutch in his right hand and swung the knife with his left hand. The light of the knife flashed against the wind, and he suddenly shouted: "Yang Zheng, I'm right here, why don't you come over?" The convoy was already in disarray, but the noise of shouting and shouting decreased. Finally, a person appeared in the darkness, facing Ni Ba, he said sharply: "Ni, your case has been filed, come back with me." "You are Yang Zheng?" "Ok." Ni Ba sneered: "To deal with people like you, I don't need my Master Ba to do it himself, Cheng Gang, you do him!" Cheng Gang immediately pulled out a bamboo whip with his backhand, and swung it forward. It wasn't that he didn't understand what Ni Ba meant, but he wanted to use him as a testing stone to try Yang Zheng's kung fu first. But how could he not go? Grandpa Ni clenched the handle of the knife tightly, staring at the shoulders, legs and fists of the man opposite him. As long as he can see the number of shots and martial arts moves of this person, he doesn't care about Cheng Gang's life or death.He had learned this since he had been betrayed twice.As long as I can live and live better, why should I care about other people's lives? Just when Cheng Gang jumped up, there was a sudden "poof" sound in the grass on the left. Among the stunned coachmen in the grass on the right, one suddenly turned over and rolled out, but took the opportunity to shoot three crossbow arrows with his backhand, hitting the largest chest on Ni Ba's body. Although Master Ni Ba had predicted things like a god, he didn't expect this move. He was taken aback, but although he was not disturbed, he suddenly straightened his body and pulled it up in the air. At this moment, he performed the most difficult skill of "pulling green onions on dry land" and avoided the three arrows. The policeman pretending to be a coachman was still rolling forward, Ni Ba wanted to change his posture and rushed over. But just as he was taking a breath in the air, a man suddenly rushed up from behind like a leopard and punched him in the waist and eyes. This punch was not in vain. The eighth master Ni, who had experienced many battles and was scheming, finally fell into someone else's trap, was punched and knocked to the ground, almost choked to death, and could hardly get up. But he must get up, otherwise the other party will follow him and give him a kick, and he will die. He barely endured the needle-like pain between the air pockets, and with an iron inflection point, he barely jumped up. A thin, dark and quiet man stood opposite him, looking at him with bright eyes like a leopard, and Er Si told him: "I am Yang Zheng, you mistaken the person just now." Ni Ba's mouth was full of bitterness, but he didn't even spit out a mouthful. Instead, he laughed and laughed loudly: "Okay, I admire you, I was wrong." His laughter was hoarse: "Not only did I make the wrong person, but I also underestimated you." You. Unexpectedly, you are such a scheming villain." "I'm neither a gentleman nor a villain," Yang Zheng said, "It's just that sometimes I do use tricks. I use it when I should, and I use it when I can." "What about when you can't use it?" "When it doesn't work, I just have to work hard." Ni Ba laughed again.In fact, he can't laugh now, but he must laugh. Usually he seldom smiles, and he doesn't smile when he should laugh, but when he shouldn't laugh, he often smiles as if he is very happy. He has always believed that laughter is the best cover, which can best cover a person's pain and weakness. Yang Zheng really felt very strange, how could a person laugh at this kind of time?At this moment, Ni Ba jumped up, caught the crutch in the knife, and attacked fiercely with the move of "Tian Di Huan Lu". This move has shortcomings, and it has empty doors, but the offensive is extremely fierce.This move was originally a desperate move to die with the opponent. In this situation, he could no longer use this move, only this kind of absolutely perfect move could kill Yang Zheng with one move. He didn't believe that Yang Zheng would really go all out, a scheming person usually wouldn't dare to go all out. As long as Yang Zheng has a little fear and misses that fleeting opportunity, he will surely die under his unique move. He didn't expect that Yang Zheng was really desperate. Yang Zheng is by no means a brainless person, but he is always ready to do his best anytime and anywhere. He doesn't want to die. But when it comes time to die, it doesn't matter. He seized that momentary opportunity, and his desperate method was more desperate than anyone else. He didn't use orthodox martial arts, and no one had ever seen him use orthodox martial arts. Ni Ba's shot was already not quite right. When a person is punched in the waist and eye while breathing, there will always be deviations in luck, and deviations in shots. Although his move of "the sky and the earth lose color" is an orthodox move to kill the opponent together, it failed to achieve this. So he died, but Yang Zheng didn't die. Cheng Gang didn't see Ni Ba's death. When he swung his whip with all his strength and rushed towards him, he didn't rush towards the person whom Ni Ba regarded as Yang Zheng. He took advantage of the darkness to escape, and escaped at the moment when "the sky and the earth turned pale". No one chased him, and what everyone cared about was the life and death of Ni Ba and Yang Zheng. When Ni Ba fell, Yang Zheng also fell, but Ni Ba would never stand up again, but Yang Zheng stood up. Although he got a bump on the back, he still stood up, and after standing up, he only said one sentence: "Let's drink that jar of wine." They did not drink the jar of wine. The wine was taken away by Old Zheng and Little Huzi when they escorted the prisoners, but they didn't go back to the yamen. Old Zheng and Little Huzi didn't go home either. They disappeared mysteriously together with Sun Ruhai and "Bison". Yang Zheng took all the brothers and searched every corner of the county, but couldn't find them.Sun Ruhai's brother, Sun Quanhai, brought his brother's one wife, one concubine and four children outside the yamen, crying, quarreling and about to hang himself, arguing to ask the county magistrate for someone. ——When people are alive, they meet people, but when they die, they also have to collect their corpses. The county magistrate can only ask Yang Zheng's dignitaries. Lao Zheng's new wife and Xiao Huzi's seventy-six-year-old mother fainted from anxiety when they heard the news. Where did they go?How could it suddenly disappear? Nobody knows. dusk. Yang Zheng was tired, irritable, hungry and thirsty, and his heart felt terribly uncomfortable. He hadn't touched any water or closed his eyes for nearly a day and a half, everyone forced him to go back to sleep, even the magistrate said: "What's the use of being anxious? It's useless to be anxious to death. If you want to find out about this matter, you can't fall down. If you fall down, who will take responsibility for this matter?" So Yang Zheng had no choice but to go back. Although he was single, he didn't live in the class behind the yamen, because when he first arrived here, he rented a small room with one room and one living room in the suburbs of the city. The landlord, surnamed Yu, was old and childless, and had only one single daughter, Lian Gu, who lived in the yard in front of Yang Zheng's two huts.The old man Yu treated him as if he treated his own son. Every morning, Lian Gu would send him four boiled poached eggs and a big bowl of dry noodles for breakfast, and take his dirty clothes back for washing. It has also been repaired well. Lian Gu is not beautiful, but she is healthy, gentle and honest.If Yang Zheng didn't go back for a day, she would be so anxious that she would hide by the stream where the clothes were washed and cry secretly. If Yang Zheng hadn't reunited with Lu Suwen, whom he liked since he was a child, he might have become the son-in-law of the Yu family now, and those surprising, frightening, and touching things in the future would not have happened. Good luck tricks people, and there are mistakes. Major events that change the fate of a person's life often happen by accident. There was a small noodle shop on the small road on Yang Zheng's way home, and it sold some stewed vegetables and wine.The old man Zhang, the shop owner, is also Yang Zheng's friend, and he will always have a drink with him when he has nothing to do. He was very, very tired, but he still wanted to go there first to eat a bowl of noodles, and then cut some dried tofu, large intestine, and pig's ears to drink. The sunset in the sky was colorful and gorgeous. A blind divination man in gray coat and coat, beating a small gong, came out of a woods at the end of the path, leaning on a bamboo stick. Evening wind blows in all directions, and although it is not pleasant to the ear, it is like music at dusk. Yang Zheng got out of the way and stood by the side of the road to let him go first. The blind man's face was expressionless, and the joys and sorrows of life were just like a dream to him. The gong was beating lightly, one fast and one slow.He walked slowly to the rugged path, with one foot deep and the other shallow. When he walked in front of Yang Zheng, Yang Zheng's heart skipped a beat, as if he had been pricked by an invisible sharp needle. He is a very quick and sensitive person, but he only feels this way when he is facing a life-and-death crisis. The blind man had no ill intentions towards him, and had already walked past him. How could he feel this way? Yang Zheng suddenly remembered that someone very close to him once told him: ——A martial arts master who has killed countless people usually has an invisible and invisible murderous aura, just like a sword that has hurt countless people. Could it be that this blind man is also a martial arts master who possesses unique skills and hides his secrets?The blind man had gone far away, and Yang Zheng didn't think about it anymore. He was very, very tired, and he didn't want to think about anything. He just wanted to have a glass of wine first, so that he could sleep at night. Passing through the woods is old man Zhang's small noodle shop. When Yang Zheng came, there were already two customers in the shop eating noodles. They also ate Yang Zheng's favorite stewed noodles, and they also cut some dried tofu and pig's ears while drinking. This man was wearing a wide-brimmed bamboo hat, which was worn very low, not only covering his eyebrows and blocking his eyes, but also hiding his face in the shadow of the bamboo hat. Yang Zheng could only see one of his hands. His palms were broad, but his fingers were long and thin, his nails were cut short, and his hands were well washed. Yang Zheng could see that such hands must hold everything very firmly, no matter who wants to snatch something from these hands, it will be very difficult. He drank very little and ate very little, and he ate very slowly. He was very careful with each chopstick, as if he was afraid of catching a fly and eating it. Although old man Zhang's noodle shop is small, it is very clean, and there will never be flies in the dishes.It's just that the large plate of stewed vegetables is placed in the bamboo gauze cabinet by the roadside, so there is always a little dust.This person seems to be able to see every grain of dust, and every time he takes a bite of food, he has to pick out the dust first. He was wearing a blue cloth gown that had been washed white, and it was very, very clean. He was carrying a long sword in a calfskin scabbard on his back. It was at least seven or eight inches longer than the swords used by ordinary people. The scabbard is already very worn out, but the hilt is wrapped with a brand new blue silk, and the sword and the mouth of the scabbard made of brass are also very polished. This man was undoubtedly a very clean person, and could not stand even a little dust. Could he really even see dust? Yang Zheng's heart suddenly jumped again.His heart skipped a beat when he saw just one of the man's hands. This person was concentrating on eating his noodles and stew, he didn't even look at Yang Zheng, and he would not have any ill intentions towards him. How could Yang Zheng suddenly feel this way again? Could it be that this man is also a swordsman with unique skills like the blind man selling divination? It's rare to see even one martial arts master like them, how could two of them come to this unknown town at the same time today? Did they make an appointment?What are they doing in this nameless little town? Yang Zheng also ordered a bowl of noodles, and ordered some food and wine. He was so tired that he just wanted to go back and sleep with his head covered immediately after eating. He had enough troubles of his own, and he really didn't want to meddle in other people's business, especially this kind of people's business, no matter who wanted to intervene, he would inevitably be killed. The man in the blue shirt wearing the bamboo hat had already stood up to pay the bill and leave. As soon as he stood up, Yang Zheng realized that his figure was also the same as his sword, at least a head taller than ordinary people, and there was absolutely no extra muscle on his body. Although his movements were slow, they seemed indescribably dexterous, every movement was done just right, and he never used any extra effort, which can be seen from his movements of paying the bill. His strength seems to be reserved for other things anytime and anywhere, and he must not waste a little. The noodles came, Yang Zheng lowered his head to eat the noodles. The man in green shirt had already walked out the door, Yang Zheng couldn't help but look up at him again.At this moment, the man in green shirt suddenly turned his head to look at him. Yang Zheng's heart skipped a beat again, and he almost dropped the chopsticks he was holding. The eyes of this man in green shirt are like a sharp sword suddenly drawn out of its sheath, a sharp sword that kills countless people! Yang Zheng had never seen such sharp eyes. He just glanced at Yang Zheng, and Yang Zheng already felt as if a chilly sword energy rushed towards his face, between his throat and eyebrows. Twilight deepened. The man in the green shirt with the bamboo hat on his head and the long sword on his body has disappeared into the twilight outside the door. Yang Zheng told himself again and again, don't think about him anymore, let alone meddle in their affairs, quickly finish his noodles and drink, and go back to his bed. Old man Zhang opened a stool opposite him and sat down. "Boss Yang, you are a discerning person, can you see that this person is a bit evil?" "Where is the evil spirit?" "Once a noodle is boiled, it is inevitable that a few will be broken, and it is inevitable that a few will be broken when scooping up the noodles." Old man Zhang said, "This person only eats noodles that have not been broken. Every broken noodle was left in the bowl by him." Old man Zhang sighed: "I really don't understand, how can he see so clearly?" Yang Zheng immediately remembered how he looked when picking up vegetables. Can this person's sharp eyes really see things that others can't? Old man Zhang poured a glass of wine for Yang Zheng, and suddenly said something surprising: "I reckon he's here to kill," he said with certainty. "I'll bet he is." "How can you be sure that he is coming to kill?" "I can't say it, but I can feel it." Old man Zhang said, "As soon as I approached him, I felt chills all over my body, my hairs stood on end, and even goose bumps popped out." He also said: "I became like this only when I was a soldier, before I had to go to the battlefield to kill thieves, because at that time everyone was going to go to battle to kill, and everyone had a murderous intent." Yang Zheng stopped eating noodles, stopped drinking, didn't say anything, and suddenly stood up and rushed out. He is in charge of the law and order of this place, and he will never allow anyone to kill people here, no matter who the person is. Even if he knew that this person could kill him by the sword in an instant, he still had to take care of it. Even if he is too tired to walk, he still has to crawl.