This killer is too stable

The painting and calligraphy shop this morning was busier than usual. After all, there were three people instead of the usual two.

In fact, Zhang San noticed from the very beginning that this young man in white had been quietly watching the intersection.As for the calligraphy and painting shop he opened, because of his job as a killer, he deliberately chose this relatively hidden street, but he could observe many places.

Moreover, there are very few people in the Jianghu who like calligraphy and painting.

So Zhang San actually made a judgment early on that this person had a purpose, and after observing, he chose my store.Judging from his gaze from the beginning, what should appear at the entrance of the street today...

He is a gangster?

Beater?killer?

Zhang San immediately denied these possibilities, because it is impossible for a member of the underworld to carry the weapons of the Xinghai School back then, and this person with sword eyebrows and star eyes, heroic spirit is compelling, and he does not seem like a member of the underworld.

Only, that straw knot.

If it is said that the youth in white will observe the street entrance from time to time.

That Zhang San would glance at the grass knotted sword tassel on the hilt of the young man in white clothes from time to time.

Of course, with Zhang San's ability, Zhang San was superficially careless, but he was in control of the young man's every move, but the young man didn't know that Zhang San had been watching his behavior all the time, let alone that Zhang San had always cared about it. Holding the sword tassel on his waist.

"Brother, after looking at it for so long, do you have any satisfactory calligraphy and painting?" Zhang San said, with a soft voice and a small air, completely in line with the feeling of a frail scholar.

The young man in white turned his head and said with a smile, "Look again, look again..."

Zhang San asked again, "I don't know the name of brother Taiwan?"

The young man in white didn't speak, but cast a puzzled look.

Zhang San said apologetically, "Brother, don't get me wrong, I just learned martial arts in my early years. Unfortunately, my body is really not good enough. I learned some poetry and books later, but I have always admired the knights in the rivers and lakes. That's why I asked one more question. Brother, do you mind?" If so, pretend I didn’t ask.”

Seeing Zhang San's 'sincere' appearance, the young man in white didn't have any doubts, but Wang Xiaoer, who was wiping the table beside him, couldn't help admiring the master's appearance.

Master's acting skills are really much better than me!

The young man in white thought for a while, and said, "So that's the case, but when I was 12 years old, I changed my name and swore I would never want my real name again, so I can only tell you my current name, brother."

Zhang San bowed and said, "I didn't expect there to be such a story, but I'm going to be 'Zhang San', and I want to make a friend like Xiongtai."

The young man in white said, "My name, don't forget your grudge."

Don't forget your grudge!

These three words were actually used as a name, and I don't know what kind of past people would do it.

Zhang San froze for a moment, showing surprise at the name.

Xiu Wangchou smiled lightly and didn't say anything.

At this time, a few hooligans suddenly walked by on the street, collecting protection money from door to door.

"You, you, pay the money, pay the money!"

The three people in the painting and calligraphy shop all looked up.

I saw those gangsters with an arrogant attitude, yelling and yelling when they walked past any shop, and the merchants on the street could only obediently hand over a few strings of money, and no one dared to resist.

Of course, such a group of shops are not afraid of these gangsters, but the underworld organization behind them.

It was the turn of the calligraphy and painting shop, Zhang San respectfully took out two strings of money, and under Wang Xiaoer's reluctant eyes, they were accepted by those gangsters. The gangsters took another look at the dilapidated calligraphy and painting shop to confirm that there should be nothing wrong After the oil and water, he weighed the money again and left.

Until those bastards walked away, Zhang San said to Xiu Wangchou, "I made you laugh at me."

However, Xiu Wangchou was staring at those bastards who had gone away like lightning. If there were no major events today, otherwise he would not have bowed his head in restraint just now, but drew his sword on the spot!

Xiu Wangchou frowned, glanced at Zhang San, and asked, "A gangster in a small county town is so arrogant? Brother, how long have they been like this? Is there any place for me?"

In fact, Zhang San had already felt from Xiu Wangchou's steady steps, calm and deep breathing, and the sword on his waist, that Xiu Wangchou was definitely not an ordinary master, and he didn't even need to draw his sword to deal with those gangsters.

However, even if you defeat, no, even if you kill those little bastards, so what?

It will only attract the underworld behind them.

It will only destroy the cover of the identity of the calligraphy and painting industry.

Zhang Sandao, "Brother Hugh, there's no need. In the past few years, everyone on the street has gotten used to it."

Xiu Wangchou didn't answer, but judging from his expression, he didn't intend to forget this matter at all.

Zhang San asked again, "Brother Xiu, that sword of yours is very special."

"Really? The master's thing."

"That sword ear is also very beautiful." Zhang San calmly brought the topic to that sword ear.

"There is no knot, it's just an ordinary grass knot."

"The four rings are interlocking, and there are stamens in the middle. It's a very special skill..." Zhang San said.

But when Zhang San uttered these words, Xiu Wangchou looked at Zhang San gradually becoming suspicious, but he quickly calmed down, thinking to himself how could it be possible, that person had died a long time ago.

Xiu Wangchou said indifferently, "The skill is a bit special, but the material is ordinary, and it is the skill of my hometown."

Zhang San nodded, with a look of sudden realization, and said, "So it's a skill from my hometown, no wonder I've never seen it before, but where is Xiongtai's hometown?"

Xiu Wangchou was about to speak, but suddenly there was a sound from the street!

While talking, it was already noon.

Firecrackers blared in the streets, and gongs and drums blared.

Six sedan chairs, accompanied by a row of tall and mighty government servants, passed through the street mightily.

It turned out that this day was the day when the new county magistrate of Xiaoyun County was appointed to patrol the streets. However, it is said that this county magistrate is a bit special. His official uniform and seal ribbon were actually given by the magistrate of Baiyun County himself. Anyone can understand that the person may have extraordinary background.

Therefore, even though it was only a small county magistrate, he also used a six-carried sedan chair, coupled with a group of officials and servants, to clear the way with gongs and drums, which is also extraordinary!

However, on this day, Xiu Wangchou came to Xiaoyun County.

Standing in the calligraphy and painting store, Xiu Wangchou saw the six large sedan chairs and the guards beside the sedan chairs for the first time. He immediately turned to look at the policemen next to him, and finally found the man he was looking for. After those people, he, dressed in white, immediately hid sideways in the corner of the painting and calligraphy shop, seemingly admiring the painting and calligraphy in the corner.

A group of patrolling guards were actually watching their surroundings in case there were any accidents.

If there was a sharp-eyed person like Zhang San in that group of yamen servants, and if he noticed the calligraphy and painting shop, he would find something strange at a glance.

The gongs and drums outside were loud and bustling, and the people and merchants looked sideways, but how could that young man in white hide in a corner of a painting and calligraphy shop alone, reading calligraphy and painting?

Zhang San sighed.

He himself didn't know why he cared about these things that had nothing to do with him, but in the end Zhang San walked out of the counter and stood at the side of the door of the painting and calligraphy shop to watch the street, just like a good scholar, but he happened to put the man in the corner. covered by people.

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