"So it's Brother Zhao from Hidden Dragon 88. You're really well-known." The big man Wan Dongliu said with a smile, "Where are you going, Brother Zhao? It's better to meet by chance than to invite him. Our headquarters is in Yangzhou ahead. Why don't you go into the city and have a drink?"
"Wait a minute, Brother Wan, right? Please wait a minute, I want to ask you something." Zhao Changhe jumped off his horse and grabbed the thin man: "What is this bloodthirsty Shura?"
Wan Dongliu: “…”
The thin man was writhing in pain after his leg was broken, but he never thought that Zhao Changhe was entangled in this thing? He said with pain: "You, you are good at Blood Evil Kung Fu and Blood Evil Knife Skill? I heard that your eyes turn red when you chop people, and you have a trick that looks like you are eating people. You chop people who are against you with a broadsword and leave no intact body... If you are not bloodthirsty, who is?"
"... Bloodthirstiness is fine, but why is he Shura again? It's a bit earthy."
Wan Dongliu: “…”
What are you struggling with? Is the nickname nice
The thin man was in so much pain that he broke out in a cold sweat. "That's what the Buddhas of Maitreya said. They said Shura is an ancient evil god, with great power, irritability and aggressiveness..."
Zhao Changhe opened his mouth and closed it again.
Why does it seem so appropriate
The thin man continued, "... Shuras are divided into male and female, and the male ones are ugly."
Zhao Changhe was furious: "I cannot coexist with Maitreya Sect!"
Although Skinny and Wan Dongliu were enemies of the two, their attitudes towards this matter were very consistent, and they both felt that it was perfectly appropriate.
There are only wrong names, but no wrong nicknames...
The two people who were at odds with each other didn't take it seriously, so Wan Dongliu smiled and said, "Brother Zhao, it's just a nickname. If you are not satisfied, you can think of one yourself. To be honest, things like promoting nicknames for people are exactly what my Cao Gang is good at. Many of the Jade-faced Divine Sword Little White Dragons were spread from here. There are already more than a hundred Little White Dragons."
Zhao Changhe's eyes lit up: "Is there such a trick?"
"That's right." Wan Dongliu said with a smile, "How about it, what do you want to be called, Brother Zhao?"
Zhao Changhe was stuck. He had never thought of this before. If he had known earlier, he would have asked Tang Wanzhuang to help him think of one. She was well-educated.
"Forget it. Since I have Brother Wan as a channel, I will think about it slowly." Zhao Changhe got on his horse again: "Is Yangzhou 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. Fortunately, Brother Zhao helped to catch him. I need to capture him first and report back. Brother Zhao, when you enter the city, just say my name, Wan Dongliu, and you will be a distinguished guest wherever you go!"
After saying this, he bowed, picked up the thin man and walked away on the water.
Damn, how come everyone can walk on water now? Zhao Changhe feels that his ability to walk on blood without leaving a trace is getting worse and worse. He is still walking on blood without leaving a trace, but he will sink even if he steps on water.
But this is not because he can't step on blood without leaving a trace. He can step on blood without leaving a trace. It's because his internal strength has not kept up. His internal strength is not up to that level, so naturally everything he steps on is heavy.
However, these two seemingly random passers-by actually had better internal strength than him. Zhao Changhe at least knew who Wan Dongliu was.
The young leader of the Cao Gang, Xuanguan level 5, Qianlong level 70, just a little lower than Han Wubing and a little higher than Zhao Changhe. Judging from his Qinggong, his internal strength is also of the advanced type, not just an outsider as he looks.
There are still many heroes in the world, and aren't these what I want to see... Since fate has brought us here, I might as well take a look at what the Cao Gang, which I had not originally planned to see, looks like.
The disappointment caused by what he had seen and heard on the road in the past few days was temporarily put into his heart. He really couldn't do anything about those things now. Even if he planned to do something in the future, he had to understand the world of rivers and lakes clearly first. This river is not the main canal, but a small tributary. It is not wide, otherwise it would not be possible to cross it with the two just now. A narrow river often means that there should be a bridge on the river... Zhao Changhe reined in his horse and took a detour. Sure enough, he found a stone arch bridge not far away and rode his horse across the bridge leisurely.
So what are you guys treading on? Damn it, when my kung fu improves, I’ll tread on it too!
Not far ahead is Yangzhou, one of the most important cities in Jiangbei. It is also a place with the same place names and culture as the present world, just like Qinghe... In terms of culture, it is no problem to directly say that this is Jiangnan.
Zhao Changhe stepped into the city gate, and he also felt that there was some fate in his heart. Not long ago, he had just talked to Han Wubing about carrying a sword and wine, and holding a slender waist in his hand, and in a blink of an eye, the dream of Yangzhou was approaching, who was the unfaithful one
The interesting thing is that although the outside is barren for thousands of miles, the city has the flavor that one would have imagined, a bit like the blood outside has been sucked dry to feed this city. So this prosperity is somewhat ironic.
It was as lively as Qinghe County, but the culture was very different. I don't know if it was because the Cui family wanted to pass down a moral tradition, but the overall atmosphere in Qinghe was very stable and serious, and the architectural colors were also more solemn and restrained. At this time and place, all you could feel was the willows in the city and the flowers in the wind.
He rode his horse across the bridge in the city and stopped to look. On the many buildings on both sides of the river, the girls were looking up at him. When they saw him looking at them, they all waved their sleeves to invite him and smiled with their hands covering their mouths.
At that time, I was young, wearing thin spring clothes, riding a horse and leaning on a sloping bridge, with red sleeves waving all over the building.
The quality is much better than Jianhu City, and the whole atmosphere is much better. Zhao Changhe, who had already returned the poems to his teacher, couldn't help but burst out with a lot of poetic feelings. No wonder they say that with a hundred thousand taels of silver, he can ride a crane to Yangzhou. This is really a man's paradise.
I don't know where the Twenty-Four Bridges are. Oh, maybe they don't exist in this world, but they must exist...
"Sir, please stay at our Xiaoxiang Pavilion. Our girls are the most famous in the city. You can rest assured about your good horse. We have the best fodder and the most exquisite care..."
Zhao Changhe withdrew his mind from the surroundings and laughed, "What's the point of Xiaoxiang when I'm in Jiangnan?"
"Eh? Young Master is a refined person! We call this the taste of the outsider... uh..." As Zhao Changhe turned back, the madam's face changed and her voice began to stutter: "This scar... bloodthirsty Shura Zhao Changhe..."
Zhao Changhe's smile disappeared in an instant.
"What's the matter? Has my presence affected the style and public order of your restaurant?"
"No, that's not the case..." The madam said with a smile, "We welcome a celebrity like you very much."
"Really?" Zhao Changhe dismounted: "Then I will really live here."
The madam secretly complained in her heart. She was not afraid of affecting the style, but she was really afraid of affecting public security. If this vicious person really quarreled with someone inside, the building might be demolished. She calmed down and said with a smile: "Sir, please come in. Our Xiaoxiang Pavilion is also a tribute to the Cao Gang. Maybe you have a relationship with us."
This was pointing out that his family had a backer. Zhao Changhe laughed and was about to speak when a loud laugh came from the corner of the street: "Hahaha, Brother Zhao also likes Hunan cuisine, not bad, not bad, this Xiaoxiang Restaurant was opened by our Cao Gang, Brother Zhao, just have fun, all expenses will be covered by Wan!"
I guess you have some connections with our Cao Gang... The madam's expression turned into awe, and she smiled apologetically, "Young Gang Leader."
Wan Dongliu strode over and patted Zhao Changhe on the shoulder enthusiastically: "Come, come, come, I'll treat you. Let Brother Zhao see the hospitality of our Yangzhou first!"
Why are you everywhere... You are the one who attracts attention when you enter the city. Once I enter the city, they will report you wherever I go? This level of enthusiasm for me is a bit too much.
Zhao Changhe changed his mind and wanted to see what was going on with this person, so he didn't refuse and said with a smile: "Then I'd better obey your command. Brother Wan, please."
Transition Chapter
(End of this chapter)