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C47

The wind continued to blow.

In the midst of the clamor, the "Liu Ji Bamboo" 's large pile of bamboo poles fell to the ground, smashing down a large section of the bamboo fence wall.

Old Wu, who was shaving her head, was in quite a calamity. Earlier, a gust of wind had blinded his eyes, but not only did it cause him to lose his balance, the sharp razor had left a bloody wound on his half-shaved head. He looked really good, what was yellow was earth, what was red was blood, and with a cry from his mouth, he really became a ghost.

As the yellow wind blew, a huge clatter was heard. The top of the tent was filled with wind, like a balloon filled with air. The four pillars of the tent began to creak, as if they were on the verge of being uprooted.

The shopkeeper's Qian Tailei shouted in fear. Along with the three waiters, each of them used their full strength to hold the pillar in their arms. Several of the elders who were eating could not sit still any longer.

"What's going on? Not a tornado? "

A small old man wearing a small cap and gray leather jacket rushed to the door as he said this.

After a gust of wind, the dust that was left behind seemed to have passed by.

There was wind and clouds, but no rain.

What was annoying was that while the ten thousand people had their necks pulled up in the air and were looking at the black cloud above their heads, it was actually slowly moving towards the southeast. They had no intention of stopping here.

The big guys were disappointed. They all stared with their necks straight. Some of them sighed, while others cursed. In any case, this street farce seemed to have come to an end.

The Heavens seemed a bit too cruel, especially when one shouldn't use such a scene to make people happy.

This place was known as the "Rong Guo Mansion", a famous city in southern Anhui Province.

Although a river of water had dried up to the point that it could see the riverbed, it still had one last breath left. It hadn't completely dried out yet, and with the remaining breath, it really didn't know how many people it had fed.

The literary style here was extremely flourishing, and the country was famous for producing paper from afar. The paper produced here was white and thick, which was the famous "Xuan paper." Scholars and profligates greatly valued it, and they all fought over it.

Because of this little relationship, Rong Guo Manor had received some unexpected assistance from Jiangnan from time to time. In the desperate situation of almost the entire province of Anhui, they were able to barely maintain a situation that could not be considered as forced.

Isn't it? The fact that Qian Tailai's beef restaurant could still be maintained was a proof of iron.

Although there weren't many guests, there were still customers.

Even though the dishes were less delicious, they could still eat their fill.

This was not simple.

"The Book of Hanshu ? ? Seven years after Lu, there was a strange wind that blew in the southern region of the world ?" The old man with the melon skin cap and long pipe returned to his seat and picked up the topic from earlier, "Guess what? In less than a year, that is, the next year, she will be dead."

"Are you saying that the wind today ?"

The man sitting across from him had only just opened his mouth when he was stopped by the small old man's hand gesture.

"Listen to me," the old man took two puffs of smoke and continued, when all the seats were looking at him, "When the Tang Dynasty was over, it was probably the year of the 'Divine Dragon'. According to Tang Shi's records, the capital city of Luoyang also had a strange wind blowing for a while, saying that it was some sort of tornado.

Coughing a few times, he spitted out a mouthful of phlegm and took another sip of tea before saying with full of charm, "Cough, that year, the Demon Empress died. "I still remember that in the history of the Tang Dynasty, she died at the age of eighty-two. The next year, her favorite foster son, Wu Sansi, was also killed by the Crown Prince."

Ah!

"Huh?"

Everyone was shocked by his words.

Words would not stop until one was shocked to death.

Only then did the old man let out a puff of smoke and slowly continued, "Look, every time there is a strange wind, there would be a big change in the imperial government. I'm afraid that this is unlucky ?"

If he kept talking, it would inevitably lead to the crime of 'alarmist words'. The old man had already lived half his life, how could he not understand? Those who were going to be "amazing words" had to endure it for the time being. They hummed and mumbled as they picked up the bowl and drank the tea.

The big guy stared at him, eager to hear what he had to say, so he just stopped talking.

"I'm afraid what's going on?" The man sitting outside asked with his eyes wide open, "Is the emperor of this dynasty going to die too?"

Ah!" "Don't, don't, don't, don't ?" The little old man shook his head, "I didn't say that, so don't shout blindly. You better be careful, or you might get dragged into the yamen and be sentenced to a heinous crime of making your brain move.

The man laughed loudly and said, "You old dog, why did you stop after saying so much? You're afraid of getting yourself killed ?"

He puffed out his chest and said loudly, "I am not afraid. The heavens are high and the earth is far away. I am not afraid of anyone."

It's better if you say less, hehe!" "The person who answered was a short man with a square face, about forty years of age, with short hair, a royal blue satin robe, and a face full of worldly wisdom. He was rubbing a pair of jasmine walnuts in his hands, making loud noises.

The middle-aged man looked over and laughed. He pushed the table and stood up, "I said, what are you going to do to me now?"

After Fang Zi said those two words, he was stopped by the old man who had previously raised a topic. As Fang Zi walked down, he took two steps forward and bowed with his hands cupped in front of him, and said: "So it turns out that Master Bao San is here too, he is innocent. "It's all my fault for not covering up. This friend here is a foreigner. Lord Third doesn't want to see this little one, so please don't take him personally. I'm here to make amends to you." As he spoke, he kept on bowing.

The blue-robed dwarf snorted and was about to speak. However, even that middle-aged man who looked like he came from a foreign land was extremely arrogant. Not only did he not take this man called "Master Bao San" seriously, he was also extremely ungrateful to the old chief who tried to smooth things over.

"Get the hell away from me. I'm responsible for my own matters. What do I need an old dog like you for?" As the man spoke, he opened his seat and stood out.

At the end was a tall and sturdy man.

The man stood up, not even six feet tall, but six feet and fifty-six feet. He wore a grey robe, and his waist was already raised. His waist was very firm, and when he glared at Zhang Fei, it was as if he was a painting of Zhang Fei.

As he spoke, he evaded the old man in front of him.

The little old man let out an "aiyo" sound as he spun around and laid down on the table. The pipe in his hand was broken off with a "keke" sound. He then shouted out, "Aiyo, you reckless bastard, the heavens ?"

The Third Master Bao raised his hand to stop him. Then, he turned around and looked at the half-built iron tower in front of him. It looked like Zhang Fei was a man as well.

He laughed coldly, "Hmph ?"

Third Master Bao raised his chubby hand and stroked the short black beard on his chin. "Open your mouth, father. Shut your mouth. This friend is probably from Sichuan, right?"

Then, he shook his head and said, "No, no, Sichuan doesn't have a godly figure like you. It seems he might be a good man in the underworld."

The middle-aged man stared at him and said, "I am from Yunnan, so what about you? If you are not convinced, then stand up and fight. "

This way, everyone could not help but be amused. They were all looking forward to a fight, and those who didn't want to spend their money were all willing to watch.

Everyone present, all the local guests, recognized the well-dressed short man, Master Bao San. Actually, in the entire Rong Country, there were very few people who didn't know who the third master was.

It was said that he came from the "Six Joins Sect", and in short, his skills were very high. In this Rong Country's government, he had connections in the government, and his business was both paper and ink, and he had a big business, the "Apricot Forest Workshop", which specialized in selling the Four Treasures of the Humanities.

Bao San was rich and powerful. Other than his concubine and concubine, he also had an outer room. He had an exquisite chef at home, but he fell in love with this restaurant's "Clear Broth Restaurant".

He only had a head full of beef and had a lot to eat. As long as he came, no one else would be able to order another dish.

In the end, it was all because of the wind. A strange wind had brought the two enemies, one tall and the other short, together. The gongs and drums were in front of them, and the fight was about to start.

The middle-aged man was tall and sturdy. When he stood there, he looked like a half iron tower. When Master Bao San sat there, he looked like a child.

The other side came to ask for a favor, just see if the one with the surname Bao would dare to take it.

Everyone who was eating had their eyes wide open, this was a once in a lifetime opportunity, all thanks to Master Bao San's martial arts skills, but he never revealed it. When he heard his name from Southern Anhui province, black and white friendship flashed, it was really difficult to see him fight. Unless it was a reckless guy like this, this fight would be really difficult. Who said it wasn't rare?

Third Master Bao was still leisurely drinking his wine. He raised his head and drained his throat of a cup of bamboo leaf green which was almost seventy percent scalded.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Master Bao, along with the other masters, placed the scalding bamboo bowl full of beef brain into their mouths.

Master Bao San didn't seem to have anyone beside him. He didn't even look at the man.

This was the third time, he had a handful of silver notes hidden in his waist, ready to start a big fight. "Money" was courage, and once you had more money, the emperor would dare to scold you, "disaster comes from the mouth", and when you look at the scene in front of you, it was a huge disaster.

Master Bao San was taking him out to drink, but he couldn't hold it in.

"Are you deaf? I'm talking to you, did you hear me?"

Third Master Bao took a big gulp of the cow's brain and swallowed it. Only then did his thin and long triangular eyes turn towards the other party.

"I know you want to fight, but I won't let you down today. Heh, heh!" Bao San Master replied with a cold tone, "It's none of my business to scold the Emperor with my surname 'Bao'. If you scold me, I won't forgive you today."

He pointed at the big man with the chopsticks in his hand, "Let me tell you, Baobao has a trick up his sleeve and hasn't played this game in the past ten years. Today, it's rare for him to be in high spirits, so I'll play with him while he's drinking.

These words seemed to be humorous, but in reality, it was so insidious that it made everyone present laugh.

Someone shouted, "Master San is right, this brat actually dares to cause trouble at the Rong Country's residence. If we don't teach him a lesson, will that work?"

One person began, and for a while they all started talking at once.

Someone had already leaked the news a long time ago, and those who didn't eat had also come in. The large black mass of people filled up the not-so-spacious restaurant.

The shopkeeper's Qian Tailai saw that the situation wasn't good and that fighting was fun, but fighting in his store wasn't fun at all. Not to mention the fact that his business failed and he broke a table, a chair, and a plate.

"Master San, if you don't mind, just ?" Just spare him! "

The middle-aged man could no longer hold back his anger and shouted, "Get out of the way!"

And then, he took a step forward. "Whoosh!" He was already in front of Master Bao San: "Fuck you."

A fist the size of a jar of garlic was thrown straight at the top of Bao's head.

If you looked at it from the outside, it looked like he was bullying the weak.

Third Master Bao was quite calm. When his opponent's fist was about to land on his head, he suddenly raised his hand to block a fist that looked like it was coming down from the top of Taishan's head. Then, he left his seat. With a shout, he moved behind the middle-aged man.

When they saw this, everyone in the cafeteria cheered in unison.

The middle-aged man's punch failed. When he saw the short man's skill, he realized that the short man was not an easy-going person. He gobbled down his food in shock.

This man was not an incompetent man. In his early years, he had gone on stage and trained in his martial arts, especially his legs, which were extremely strong. Along the way, he had been sweeping his legs in the wind, giving him the power to destroy trees.

Bao San Ye was so slippery that even the middle-aged man couldn't match him in terms of speed of speech.

"Pa!" His palm struck the man's back.

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