Jiaohua

The coachman brought a square bamboo stool and put it on the ground. Yang Guanxian helped the carriage to step on it. A skinny migrant worker ran over. Seeing Yang Guanxian getting into the carriage, he hurriedly shouted: "My lord, help me, my lord!"

Yang Guanxian looked at him: "What?"

The migrant worker pointed behind him: "The stone slab over there suddenly fell and hit my brother! I beg the old man to bring some people to help me! Take him out!"

Yang Guanxian frowned: "That's okay!"

He looked back at the coachman: "Go and call some people, let's go and have a look first."

He turned around and got off the square bamboo stool, and followed the migrant workers with his two entourages and two thugs.

The streets were still full of people, but everyone was exhausted from their work.

Yang Guanxian followed the migrant workers along an excavated earth-rock road, all the way there was ping-pong-pong, and the sound of knocking bricks and prying stones was all around.

A migrant worker walked across the front with a load on his shoulders, while casually looking at Yang Guanxian and the others.

After leaving Yang Guanxian and the others' line of sight, he quickened his pace and ran away.

Quan Jiuwei led people to ambush in a dark alley, and as soon as the migrant workers passed by, he said, "Brother Quan, including that fat man, there are five people in total!"

The subordinates behind Quan Jiuwei looked at each other. Including the one who went looking for someone, there were eight of them in total.

One person said: "Brother Quan, that fat man is too fat, and we are too thin, he can beat us several times..."

After a while, Quan Jiuwei said in a cold voice, "We didn't come to fight with them, we just came to kill people."

He turned around and looked at the people behind him, and lowered his voice: "This time we have a great chance of winning, as long as we don't guard against it, kill him with one knife, and run away immediately!"

"En!" Everyone nodded.

"Go, hide them all."

This road is particularly difficult, and Yang Guanxian has nowhere to stay.

Finally, I followed the migrant workers to the dark alley, and sure enough, a hand was pressed under the stone slab.

Yang Guanxian hurriedly shouted: "Hurry up, it's worth it, hurry up and save people!"

The two entourages behind him immediately followed the migrant worker who led the way, and another migrant worker hid behind Yang Guanxian. He clenched the knife in his hand and was about to stab Yang Guanxian in the neck. Yang Guanxian suddenly turned and walked out of the dark alley. Walking over, he said annoyedly: "Let call some people to come over and take your time!"

Suddenly caught a glimpse of light from the corner of the eye, Yang Guanxian looked subconsciously, and saw a dagger stabbing directly at his face.

In a panic, Yang Guanxian hurriedly raised his hand to fight.

When the two attendants and two subordinates heard the movement, they were shocked and immediately ran after him to help him. One of the attendants screamed suddenly and was stabbed in one fell swoop, and several killer migrant workers came out of the darkness.

The knife in Quan Jiuwei's hand stabbed directly at Yang Guanxian. Yang Guanxian yelled strangely while raising his hands to beat, up and down, from head to yell, his arms were so fast that he couldn't see the shape clearly, and he was scrambling because of the injury. Splash of blood.

Quan Jiuwei stabbed again, and when he was about to approach Yang Guanxian's body, his wrist was suddenly grabbed.

Quan Jiuwei raised his head immediately, and it was the old man he saw inside the west city gate in the early morning of this morning.

"It's you!" Quan Jiuwei glared at him angrily.

While grabbing Quan Jiuwei's wrist, the old man kicked another migrant worker away.

There was a scream behind him, Quan Jiuwei hurriedly turned his head, and the migrant killers who followed him all fell to the ground almost at the same moment, covering their mouths and noses, with nosebleeds under their palms.

There was another old man, who was leaning over to help one of Yang Guanxian's subordinates, checking the wounds on his body.

Quan Jiuwei shouted: "Who are you!"

Yang Guanxian stopped, and he had confessed to the amount of exercise for a year. He was breathing heavily, almost out of breath, and opened his eyes to look at the old man who was holding Quan Jiuwei.

Quan Jiuwei struggled hard. The old man looked skinny, but his hands were very strong.

"Let go!" Quan Jiuweiyang kicked him.

The old man let go immediately, and Quan Jiuwei was thrown out by him.

Quan Jiuwei hurriedly got up, pointing the dagger in his hand at them: "Who the hell are you!"

The old man was still laughing and laughing at him in the morning, but now his eyes are full of contempt: "Chongmenhui is really good at teaching, a good boy, let him teach him to be neither a human nor a ghost."

Quan Jiuwei took a step back cautiously. Although he couldn't guess the origin of the old man, he could vaguely guess what kind of person he was.

And this kind of person, even if Chongmenhui came, he couldn't afford to offend him.

"Ouch!" Yang Guanxian suddenly held his stomach, "Ouch!"

The old man looked at him, startled: "You were stabbed in the stomach!"

"Ouch!!" Yang Guanxian couldn't stand up suddenly holding his bloody stomach, and fell beside the pitted mud pit, "Ouch!"

Shopkeeper Hu was bringing people here, and he was shocked when he saw this situation. He first ordered one person to go back and call Xia Zhaoyi, and then he speeded up and brought the rest of the people over.

The old man hurriedly checked Yang Guanxian's wound and asked him to let go.

Yang Guanxian screamed in pain, his whole body convulsed with tension, and he dared not let go.

Quan Jiuwei's brows were cold, he stared at the old man's back, and clenched the knife in his hand.

The old man on the other side took care of Yang Guanxian's men briefly, then got up and walked over.

Just when Quan Jiuwei was about to put his ideas into practice, his hand was instantly blocked by someone. Quan Jiuwei raised his head, and with a "slap", a slap fell on his face.

Quan Jiuwei's anger rose from his heart: "You dare to hit me."

He slashed at the old man, but his strength was blocked again, and he slapped him again.

Quan Jiuwei's head was slapped, he spat out a mouthful of thick blood, and slashed again.

Another slap.

He cut again.

Another slap.

All his attacks seemed to hit a pile of cotton, the opponent stood indifferently the whole time, only moved two arms, one blocked and dispelled his strength, and the other hand was used to hit him in the face.

After another double slap, Quan Jiuwei's face was covered in blood, and he leaned limply against the dilapidated brick wall behind him, his head and eyes were dazed, and the old man in front of him turned into four double images.

He raised the knife tremblingly again.

The old man didn't consider the possibility that he could no longer lift the knife at all, the slap that should have come was not late, nor did his strength decrease, it was still a resounding slap.

With a "snap", Quan Jiuwei couldn't hold the weapon in his hand, and fell to the ground.

Shopkeeper Hu first ordered people to carry away several of Yang Guanxian's subordinates. As for Yang Guanxian, it was difficult to carry Yang Guanxian from the door to the upstairs, and it was a difficult journey. Shopkeeper Hu's head hurts thinking about it.

"Master?!" Xia Zhaoyi's crisp call suddenly sounded.

Shopkeeper Hu and others looked at the girl one after another.

After a pause, after realizing the meaning of the two words she said, everyone immediately slammed and looked at the old man in front of Quan Jiuwei.

Everyone's eyes were wide open, as if they saw some god.

The old man was wearing the most common and plain clothes, with a thin and tall back. Hearing this, he turned around, with his right hand behind his back, and looked at the girl who was in a hurry with an expressionless face.

"Apprentice." The old man said.