The town is not that big, with four or five alleys to the end.
The houses are dense, and the various sheds are next to each other, which is very blocking the line of sight, and it is difficult to see the distance when looking up.
Mo Li got on the carriage and looked around without a trace, but he couldn't find the suspicious stalker. He couldn't help but cast a suspicious look at Meng Qi.
Meng Qiruo bought two steamed buns just out of the steamer from a roadside vendor, then got into the car, and while eating, he said, "Just behind us, the person you think is the most unlikely."
Naturally, Mo Li didn't turn his head directly, so he was startled by the grass. He rode the carriage and glanced behind while turning the corner to look at the road.
A dark shadow quickly hid under the eaves.
Although the action was fast, it was a pity that he met the ink carp with extraordinary eyesight. In just a moment, the ink carp could still see the appearance of the other party.
is a child.
Mo Li pulled off the reins of the horse in surprise, and the horse walking in front shook its head in dissatisfaction.
"Do you know what everyone likes to say when they talk about Jianghu? The three most difficult types of people in Jianghu are the elderly, children and women. Because these three kinds of people don't easily mix with Jianghu, once they do, it means that they have It's best not to provoke people." Meng Qi said with a smile, almost holding a storybook in his hand.
Doctor Mo looked at him silently, thinking to himself, why is this person so funny, afraid that he will tell jokes when he is bored
As long as you study martial arts seriously, everyone can be in the world.
Are all Jianghu people saying this out of fear that others will not know that they are bullying the soft and the hard, and they are always catching the elderly, women and children and bullying them? Or is it that people who laugh at themselves don’t live long and have no chance to grow old? Otherwise, why do you specifically propose that these three types of people dare to be in the arena? There must be something special
"This kid doesn't know martial arts at all."
Mo Li didn't answer the question, Meng Qi was not disappointed, he shoved the buns over, and said slowly, "No, but no one is following us except him."
"The people who will follow us are not necessarily those from the Holy Lotus Altar." Mo Li thought to himself, it is also possible for the robbers to be insiders or spies. After all, the rut marks are a little deep, and it is easy to think that there is cargo in the car.
After entering the town, they always have a person who does not leave the car, which makes it even more certain that there is belongings in the car.
Because it is difficult to remove bulky goods, the driver often parks the car next to him and gets out of the car to buy tea and food by himself.
The curtains of the carriages are not lifted, the people wearing bamboo hats refuse to show their true colors, they do not go to any shops to play and rest, they only go to the carriage and horse shops to feed the horses and buy fodder - all the pieces add up, no matter which one is very eye-catching.
So Mo Li believed that before the people from the Holy Lotus Altar came, they were first targeted by the bandits who blocked the road and robbed them of money.
Meng Qi shook his head and said, "Doctor, you don't know anything. I saw this kid talking to another man, and that man gave him a piece of silver while you were talking to the chauffeur. He was wearing a pair of muddy boots. , the mud marks are very new, it didn't rain last night, the townspeople don't wear expensive boots, and he doesn't look like a farmer in the fields, only an outsider who has walked a lot to get to the town. If you want to rob money, shouldn't you have set your sights on the town long ago?"
The curtains rose and fell suddenly, as if someone had moved inside.
"How long does it take to seal the cave?" Mo Li looked back inside the car.
"It's really coming, let's go out of town." Meng Qi slowly took a bite of the bun, then held up the bun in his hand to show Mo Li the steaming and oily stuffing, and said earnestly, "The leaves are not old, so I added it. Order minced meat, won't the doctor eat it?"
Mo Carp tasted it, and the taste was not bad, so he asked, "Why do you only buy two?"
"If it's unpalatable, wouldn't it be a loss?" Meng Qi resolutely said.
Ink carp: "… "
Don't be silly, he's asking about the guy in the car. "
Meng Qi gestured with his eyes: If you don't eat a meal, you won't die of starvation, don't think he will spend a penny for the people at the Holy Lotus Altar!
Mo Li frowned and looked at the bun in his hand, then shook it, and said with his eyes, "Nonsense, you just buy it casually, take it out and divide it up if it tastes good, and stuff it into Master Yin in the car if you don't like it. Do you think me Do not you know
The two held their buns in front of each other and looked at each other speechlessly.
Small town people who accidentally saw this scene: "..."
What happened to the bun
What is this weirdo
They subconsciously took a step back and walked around the carriage.
The child who was following the carriage held the money in his pocket and looked hesitant. In the end, the hardness of the silver made him make up his mind. He rushed up and lay down in front of the wheel of the carriage.
The movement is quick and the position is just right, the wheel will hit the child's leg in the next instant.
The child gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, ready to roll out, so as to avoid actually being crushed.
He is small and agile. The carriages in the alley are very slow. He stared for a long time before he found such an opportunity.
As a result, the child waited for a long time, but he didn't feel anything, and he didn't feel any pain. He opened his eyes and found that the carriage had come to the front. He was lying on the sandy ground with a blank face.
"Yangwaer, what's wrong with you? You didn't even look at it while walking, and was almost run over by a carriage!"
"That's right, your aunt is still ill. If something happens to you again, how will your aunt live?"
Everyone helped the child up, and the latter stared at the rut marks on the ground and seemed to be crazy.
"You, look!"
The rut marks suddenly disappeared, and immediately appeared on the left.
A good carriage, could it not be able to fly
This surprising discovery for the child did not arouse the attention of the townspeople, and the rut marks disappeared? That's because they ran over to help this man just now. What traces can be seen on this sandy land after being trampled on too much
The child's face was pale, and he was in a panic while pinching his pocket.
Just now that person gave him money and asked him to stop the car. Now that the matter has not been done, can he still keep the money
The ink carp on the carriage finally understood the brilliance of the "three types of people in Jianghu" that Meng Qi had just hinted at? Touch porcelain
"How did you know?"
"That person can follow him himself, why would he want to find a town kid who doesn't know martial arts? This is a test. He thinks the traces we left are too obvious, and he doesn't believe it." Meng Qi snorted, and then said, "A child All you can do is yell, come and make trouble, or lie under your wheels."
The curtain of the carriage fluttered down just now, and those who were watching in the dark had already seen a man wearing only a white tunic in the carriage.
"You pushed back the carriage to avoid the child, and now you are stunned by the grass?" Mo Li asked.
"That's not enough, just let him confirm that there must be a master in the family between you and me. Shouldn't he know about this when he found out that Master Yin and the people from the Holy Lotus Altar were missing? Unknowingly, they kidnapped people and turned the county government upside down..."
Mo Li reluctantly stopped someone from bragging.
Thinking about when Xue Lingjun mentioned Meng Guoshi when he was in Zhushan County, he still had lingering fears, and then when he first met Meng Qi, he was amazed by the appearance of a hermit who was out of the dust, and the sympathy after a hearty sword fight. Perceiving that the other party may also be the secret joy of the dragon veins and so on.
Mo Li almost wanted to say to himself at that time: Press it early, if you don't press a certain dragon vein, you will go to the sky.
Before recovering his memory, Meng Qi was still restrained, and he would be frightened by the original body of the gerbil. Now... let's not talk about it.
The carriage wobbled out of the town.
In the foot shop in Zhenkou, drivers came out to buy food one after another. The caravan escort and the executioner they encountered on the road yesterday were among them. They first recognized Mo Li's horse, and their expressions changed slightly.
When they escort the escort, the most taboo is to always meet the same group of people.
Maybe it's a coincidence, maybe it's someone with ulterior motives, and it won't be bad if you take precautions.
"Where are the goods? Are you all optimistic?"
"It's piled up in the backyard of the inn, there are people watching, and the boss is there, nothing will happen."
Having said that, it was too late.
A few hangmen were about to go to the inn to find the escort when they heard a sharp sound of breaking wind.
A short arrow slammed into the carriage wall.
The street was quiet, followed by the people screaming and fleeing in all directions, and the sound of short arrows was continuous, like a torrential rain hitting the carriage. This was sent by the machine-spring bow and crossbow, and it was so powerful that it shook the carriage and tilted it outward.
"Bah!"
The horses in the trailer neighed and threw their hooves away.
Immediately after, I saw several figures jumping out from behind a big house at the entrance of the town, hurriedly chasing after them, bringing along a trail of smoke and dust.
The driver of the caravan and Bei Zi slowly came out from the hiding place with their heads in their hands, their expressions full of fear.
At this moment, Meng Qi's face was sullen. Although he noticed that there was an ambush at the entrance of the town, he did not expect that the people at the Holy Lotus Altar would not wait to act directly in front of everyone.
Mo Li flicked the curtain of the car, and the Master Yin inside was looking shocked and angry. He heard it really, and those sharp arrows were all aimed at him.
No, in fact, the main target of the short arrow is the horse.
After all, when the horse died, the car stopped.
It was just that there were ink carps, and none of them were hit. The strong wind blew the horse's mane into a mess, like a horse's head digging through a haystack.
At this time, it was time to seal the acupuncture points. Master Yin's hands and feet were stiff, and he tried his best to curl up and lie on his head, but he didn't dare to lift his head, and cursed incessantly.
"Don't pretend?" Meng Qi sneered.
When Master Yin was arrested last night, this man would only kowtow, full of His Majesty's forgiveness, and pretending to be stupid.
Master Yin was nearly fifty years old, with gray hair and a fat figure. He lay on his side and occupied the entire carriage. From last night to the present, he hardly slept his eyes, eavesdropping on the conversation between Mo Li and Mo Li.
However, after listening to it, he didn't hear anything, except that he knew that Mo Li was a doctor, and the other person's surname was Meng, and the two seemed to be dealing with the holy lotus altar, and there was no useful information.
The accent is Taijing, and the mandarin is very standard. When buying tea, the doctor spoke the Yuzhou dialect, and when he was discussing the price of forage with the people in the car dealership, he changed to another accent.
Who is this person
Master Yin's family knew about his own affairs. Those stupid people who only worshiped the tablet of Ziwei Xingjun were not at all the people of the Holy Lotus Altar. The real disciples had a roster and practiced martial arts. Although Master Yin's position in the helm is not low, but that is because he can read and hyphenate words, often receive famous posts from the gentry in the county, and can also get to know official figures to inquire about news. nothing.
Master Yin is also considered famous, so apart from the weapons that the disciples carried with them or found by themselves, the rest were basically hidden in the cellar of Master Yin's house.
In the hands of the government, he can still get away with the excuse of ignorance or coercion, and this kind of Jianghu person of unknown origin doesn't care about his fame at all, and he can kill people with a knife.
"Run to the south, there are no people from the holy lotus altar in the county over there." At this moment, Master Yin was even more anxious than Mo Li Meng Qi, lest the car would be overtaken.
Mo Li was not going to listen to him, but the direction he chose happened to be south.
Master Yin breathed a sigh of relief. He wanted to see who was chasing him, but he was worried that he would be shot by an arrow if he stretched out his head.
Then he heard the cold and stern voice of the helmsman coming from behind.
"Fill the arrows again!"
Master Yin was so frightened that his face was pale, and he urged in a row, "Hurry up, hurry up! Why is your horse running so slowly?"
The whip in Meng Qi's hand rubbed Master Yin's head and flew over.
"To shut up!"
Sitting in their carriages, picking and choosing
Master Yin was frightened and angry, and hissed: "You have come to the Holy Lotus Altar to trouble you, haven't you inquired about the prestige of the helmsman here? This is the helmsman of the Crazy Tiger Fist, and a single punch can destroy a whole piece of bluestone. Shattered, once bloodbathed twenty-four gangs in Yuzhou, not to mention..."
Before he could finish speaking, Meng Qi was no longer in his original position.
Meng Qi had already appeared on the side of the carriage carrying a person, and he ran alongside the carriage by light work.
"Recognize it, is it your helmsman?" Meng Qi turned over the man's head and gestured to Master Yin.