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Chapter 628 Zijin
This is the only way for Tu Zhong to go to Suzhou.

The weeds on the side of the road are luxuriant, and there are some dews, which wet a few purple lilies crawling on the gravel.

A tall and thin man came from the end of the road with a guqin on his back.

The man was wearing a dark blue long blouse.The shirt was very old, after countless times of scrubbing and pounding, the fabric lost its original texture, and the cuffs and collar were fluffed, but the color never faded.Just like him, there is a kind of stubbornness that penetrates into the marrow.

The man was really thin, with a strong waist and straight back, the shape of the ribs under the blue shirt could be seen faintly.The outline of the face is like a chisel, dull and cold, even the bridge of the nose is dangerous.

At a glance, it looks like a lone pine and thin crane walking, full of character.

Huo Antan took hold of the Hongtao spear.

He was keenly aware of the danger.Even if this person didn't have a weapon in his hand, he didn't even look at him.

He was wearing the clothes of a rough envoy, the red-tasseled gun was wrapped in gray cloth, and it was placed on the edge of the carriage floor, looking very inconspicuous.

There are boxes of tea in the cart.

Yunjiazhuang has a large tea field in the mountains outside Chuzhou City. The first summer tea has just been picked, dried, roasted and packed into boxes.

One layer of boxes and one layer of felt cloth. The boxes are big. Eleven or twelve boxes can be loaded into one cart, a total of eight carts.

Yun Xiaoyi, Yun Zheng and his son were in front, the Zhuangtou hall of the tea house was in the back, and Huo An was guarding a tea cart in the middle.

The road is narrow and uneven, and the tea convoy that originally traveled all the way had to slow down here.

The coachman steered his horse forward cautiously, when he met the young man in the blue shirt who was walking towards him, he took the reins and staggered two feet to the side.

The man passed by the Yun family father and son.

Ten steps... eight steps... three steps... Huo An counted silently in his heart.

The man walked past him with a guqin on his back.For a moment, Huo An's perfect thin profile came into Huo An's eyes. His eyelashes were long and straight, and his eyes were like deep pools.

Shockingly familiar!
Huo An threw up the red-tasseled gun in his hand without thinking, and held the rod with his backhand. The tail of the seven-inch gun was like lightning, and he picked it towards his neck.

This was the first time he was forced to respond to the enemy with the end of his gun.A shot is not an attack, but a hasty defense.

That hand came too fast.

Huo An only vaguely caught a glimpse of a thin afterglow flashing on the back of his neck from the corner of his vision.

The wind of the knife that was too strong and too sharp swept across the skin, cutting out a sharp pain.

It can be imagined that once that hand succeeds in cutting off the head and neck, it will be no different from any sword that cuts iron like mud.

Hongtao gun chased him in time.

That hand chopped at the end of the spear made of fine steel, turned slightly to the side, and slid away gently. After drawing a light arc in the air, it turned suddenly and turned into a straight and thin short knife again. Break through the waves, straight to the throat.

Huo An was forced to take a big step to the right, leaving the carriage that he had never left from the tea house.

Holding the butt of the gun upside down and shaking it, the gray linen cloth unfolded against the wind, revealing a shiny and sharp gun barrel.

The spear is seven feet long, the more you leave for yourself, the stronger your defense; the longer you leave for the enemy, the stronger your attack.

The stronger the enemy, the shorter the gun.

Huo An cautiously chose to hold the gun two feet away from the end.Respond to the enemy with a five-foot spear.

He is rarely pushed to this point.

The two distanced themselves during the fight.

Only now did Huo An see that hand clearly, a thin, hard, straight hand that seemed to have only bones left.It is as thin as a blade, and as sharp as a knife.

"Ecstasy Hand!" Huo An's eyelids twitched, "You are Lan Qingping's successor, 'Ecstasy Hand' Mu Zijin!"

'Ecstasy Hand' Mu Zijin is Lan Si'er's son.

Lan Si'er is a strange woman in the Jianghu who people in the Jianghu still talk about.

When she was seven years old, her family fell into poverty and she was forced to fall into prostitution; at the age of 14, she became a famous lady in Luoyang City; Lan Qingping rescued him.

From then on, she changed her name to Lan Si'er, and followed Lan Qingping through the rivers and lakes.Drink strong wine, ride fast horses, and compete with men at the gambling table.

She was the happiest woman in this world.Until that year, Lan Si'er met Mu Cangping.

The proud Lan Si'er fell in love with Mu Cangping who already had a wife at first sight.

She lost to him at the gambling table, lost to him in martial arts competitions, and even lost to him in the piano skills she had practiced since she was a child.The only way to get back a round at the wine table.After getting Mu Cangping drunk, she had sex with him for a while, without nostalgia or entanglement, and walked away alone with the fetus in her womb.

Since then, he has never been heard of in Jianghu.

Ten years later, Lan Si'er, who became ill from lovesickness, died in a small village in Pingliang, Gansu.Before he died, he entrusted someone to send the nine-year-old Mu Zijin to Mu Cangping.

For this romantic anecdote, people in the arena have different opinions, some are lamented, some are contemptuous.However, no matter what attitude the spectators hold, Mu Zijin, as an illegitimate child, lived a very unfortunate life in the Mu family's mansion under the pressure of the powerful Jin family at that time.

He lives in the lower courtyard, eats leftovers, and does the heaviest menial work.

Everyone in the house can bully him at will.Every day, children chased him and threw mud behind him, calling him a little bastard born of a bitch (harmonious).

Later he met the little girl who was like an elf.She wore long double braids with gold threads wrapped around them, and she was wearing a small pink gown, with a pair of big black eyes poking out from the lotus leaves.

"Ah, you've lost so much blood!"

That was also the first time he saw Jin Yanchen, the legendary handsome young man with the charm of the Golden Alliance Leader stood gracefully on the bow of the boat, his brows were warm and his figure was upright, making the green leaves and red hanjus all over the lake lose their luster in an instant.

The little girl shook the boy's hand, and said softly and coquettishly, "Is that all right, all right? Please help him."

The young man frowned slightly, seeming a little embarrassed.

The little girl tugged at the boy's sleeve, so that he had to bend down to meet her.The little girl poked her head out quickly on tiptoe, and kissed the young boy big on the face, covering her face with her hands, her big eyes flickering behind her fingers: "Are you okay? Sixth Cousin."

The young man laughed, his brows and eyes stretched, and his magnetic voice was full of affection: "You ghost."

The next day, Jin Lianyin came to the Lower Court and severely punished those servants who bullied him.He has his own yard, a special teaching nun and a husband who teaches him to read, and he no longer has to eat leftovers, and he doesn't need to look at other people's faces.

The little girl took the boy's hand and bounced around again.

"Second brother, I'm your little sister Mu Dianke. You can call me little four from now on. This is my sixth cousin."

Mu Zijin's eyes as deep as ancient pools were full of murderous intent, he raised his hand and slashed, breaking all the ropes that bound the big wooden box.Stretching his lean arms, he supported the wooden box on the upper floor and lifted it vigorously, and all the six large wooden boxes on the first floor were pushed out.

The white porcelain pot containing the first batch of summer tea was spilled out.Countless jars with thin mouths collided in the air, splashed, and rolled down into the waist-high grass by the roadside.

Huo An, like a mad beast, let out a mournful roar and swung his gun at him.

The two fought too quickly.At the front, Yun Xiaoyi and his son heard the strange movement behind them, and their expressions changed drastically. They jumped up, stepped on the wooden box and rushed towards Mu Zijin, slashing at Mu Zijin's back with his knife.

Mu Zijin grabbed the felt cloth that covered the wooden boxes on the next floor, and threw it in the air.

He practiced hand kung fu, so the strength in his wrist was naturally strong, and the thick felt cloth wrapped in a thousand pounds of force hit the red-tasseled spear stabbing him in the face.

Huo An's violent shot full of murderous intent was bounced out by a piece of soft cloth felt, and stabbed straight into the wooden box at the bottom.

Huo An turned pale with fright, and forcibly paused to gather his strength.

The tip of the spear barely stopped just before breaking through the wood.He himself was injured by the violent gun force, he bowed his waist, and a mouthful of fishy sweetness gushed out of his throat.

At the same moment, Mu Zijin's thin and stiff torso was pulled up flat.Like a thin crane fluttering its wings, it was lonely and fierce. After a few turns, it avoided the two-knife attack of Yun Xiaoyi's father and son, and stepped on the edge of the wooden box to stop in front of Huo An.

Even if Huo An didn't close the gun, Mu Zijin wouldn't allow him to pierce the side panel of the bottom box.Because just now, the moment the felt cloth was lifted, he could see clearly: it was a whole board!
The side is nailed with wooden strips, which looks like the bottom layer of three cargo boxes closely connected in parallel, but in fact only one box is placed.

A long, square box like a huge coffin.

Tears flowed out of those ancient well-free eyes without warning.

(End of this chapter)