Great Song catcher

Chapter 22 Gifts
"Big Brother Gao!"

Seeing this person, Nie Feng froze immediately.

"Brother, long time no see!"

The well-dressed man walked over with a smile. Although he was only in his early thirties, he was full of vicissitudes.

"I saw you in the hall just now, but I didn't dare to recognize you for a while. I didn't expect that you are not what you used to be now. If Master knows, he will definitely die in peace."

"Why, you two knew each other before?"

Guan Qingtian asked in surprise when he heard their conversation.

"This is my senior brother."

Nie Feng nodded, and added at the end, "Senior brother!"

"What kind of senior brother?" Gao Song waved his hand, and said bitterly, "Master has already expelled me from the sect, so it's rare that you still call me senior brother."

"Brother, are you still resenting what Dad did back then?"

Nie Feng sighed softly, and looked at Gao Song with complicated eyes.

"It's long gone."

Gao Song shook his head and said: "At the beginning, I did have resentment towards Master in my heart, and I resented why he gave up on me, but later I realized that Master did that to protect me, and Master raised me up, In my heart, he is no different from my biological father, how can a son blame his father."

"What exactly is going on?"

Guan Qingtian was listening in a daze, completely unable to understand what the two of them were going to say.

"It's nothing, it's just some past events."

Gao Song didn't say much, as if he didn't want to continue this topic.

"Brother, why are you here? You also came to celebrate the birthday of Mr. Guan?"

Nie Feng also changed the subject and asked why he came here. .

Before Gao Song could speak, Guan Qingtian interjected, "I invited Catcher Gao to come here. Brother Nie may not know about it. Now Catcher Gao is our No.1 arrester in Jiangnan."

"Jiangnan No.1 arrest?"

Nie Feng looked at Gao Song incredulously. When he was in Youzhou, he heard that there was a famous arrester in Jiangnan.

This person has a mysterious background but his martial arts are extremely high. His cultivation has already stepped into the innate realm. As soon as he took office, he solved several major cases and was hailed as the No. 1 arrest by Jiangnan martial arts.

"Those are just false names..."

Gao Songhun said indifferently: "When I left Youzhou, I traveled all the way south and wandered all the way, and finally came to Hangzhou City. It happened that the master of the government office was hunted down, so I rescued him. He saw my kung fu. That’s right, they recruited me into the yamen.”

"In this way, although I didn't enter the six doors, I became a catcher."

"I see……"

Nie Feng nodded suddenly. He was actually not very familiar with Gao Song. Even this time, he had only met twice. The first time was the third anniversary of Nie Jiyun's memorial ceremony. Gao Song came to worship, and Nie Feng Had a chance with him.

But at that time, Nie Feng had just come to this world and was unfamiliar with everything, so the two of them didn't have much contact.

All he knew was that Gao Song's temperament was very similar to that of Liao Tianyang, the god of fire.

If his temper had been a little softer, he would have already become a Xuan-level police officer of the Six Doors, and he would not have fallen into such a situation.

But now it seems that Gao Song seems to have undergone great changes in these years, and the hostility in his body has completely disappeared.

Just when the three wanted to continue their conversation, a sound of horseshoes suddenly came from a distant street, interrupting the conversation of the three.

clatter!clatter!clatter!
The hoofs made of fine steel made a clear and crisp sound when they stepped on the bluestone-paved streets.

The three of them followed the prestige, and saw a fat and strong black horse, pulling a flatbed cart slowly coming from Jiukou.

The coachman was a little old man with an unremarkable appearance, dressed in coarse cloth, with a cigarette stick in his waist, and a rattan whip in his right hand. As for the flatbed cart, it was covered with a white cloth. Square, it should be something like a box.

"Are you here to give gifts again?"

Guan Qingtian frowned slightly, feeling faintly that something was wrong, not only him, but also Nie Feng and Gao Song.

Gift giving is a normal thing.

But if it is wrapped in a white cloth, it seems a bit abnormal.

You know, this is a birthday gift, not a funeral.

"Isn't it just looking for trouble again?"

Nie Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he already guessed something in his heart.

Not long after, the carriage arrived at the gate of Guanjiazhuang.

The little old man put down the rattan whip in his hand, jumped out of the car, and said, "Is the iron palm shaking the mountain Guan Jiugong here?"

As soon as these words came out, Nie Feng and the other three immediately changed their expressions.

This old man has such deep inner strength!

Although the little old man looked thin and short, with an unattractive appearance, his internal cultivation was extremely high, and his seemingly ordinary words contained deep internal energy, which shocked Nie Feng and the three of them to churn with blood.

But the old man didn't seem to have any malicious intentions, otherwise, with his skill, he could have seriously injured Nie Feng and the three of them in an instant.

"Senior has such profound internal strength, don't you know Gao's name?" Guan Qingtian didn't dare to be careless, hurriedly went over and asked, while secretly sizing up the old man.

"This person's cultivation is definitely not inferior to that of father and master..."

Guan Qingtian's master is the Great Elder of the Kunlun School, and his internal and external cultivation has reached the peak. Although Guan Qingtian's skills are not good, he still has the vision he should have. One can imagine the cultivation of this little old man.

At the same time, Guan Jiugong and others in the hall also heard this voice.

"What a profound inner strength!"

Guan Jiugong couldn't help turning pale, and immediately put down his wine glass and rushed out, and the rest of the people followed closely behind Guan Jiugong.

"I don't know who is an expert who came to our village. Someone Guan has lost his way and welcomes him. I hope you will forgive me!"

Before Guan Jiugong could go out, he spoke first.

"The gift giver is here!"

The little old man gave a soft drink, took out the cigarette stick with his left hand, and with a flick of his wrist, three cold lights pointed at the chests of Nie Feng and the others.

None of the three of them saw the little old man's movements clearly, and they felt a gust of evil wind coming from their chests.

But they are not ordinary people.

At the critical moment, Nie Feng retreated quickly, and at the same time drew out the Biliu sword on his waist with his right hand, piercing the heart sword like lightning, and there was the sound of wind and thunder in the air.

And Gao Song's reaction was not slow. With a spin of his body, the long knife in his hand was already out of its sheath, and the blade was pushed outward like flying snow.

As for Guan Qingtian, the distance between him and the little old man is the shortest, and he could barely move onto the Iron Sand God Palm in a hurry. His left hand exuding a scorching breath was placed in front of him, and his right hand looked like a claw but not a claw, like a palm but not a palm. I squeezed a weird handprint, and then snapped it out!

(End of this chapter)