Chapter 50: Reincarnation of Zhao Zilong

But she is definitely not Zhen Yue, just the family of an unknown Qing Dynasty official. According to the method taught by the history teacher, it can be seen that this woman is not a Manchu, because she wears the clothes of a Han woman, and she is surrounded by old mothers and maids. , Housekeeper, nursing home, genuine official lady.
　　The Guandi Temple was just such a big place. Liu Yan stared straight at them. The young lady turned her head inadvertently, her eyes met, her face was flushed immediately, and she quickly turned her face away.
　　 This detail was seen by the old mother, she was a little displeased, stared at this side fiercely, and quietly said something to the housekeeper.
　　 The butler has a gray beard, and the braids behind his head are gray, and he looks shrewd and strong. He also looked over here, and he couldn't help feeling a little worried.
　　 These uninvited guests are all eight-foot-tall sturdy men with swords. Could they be bandits?
The butler walked up to a middle-aged man and whispered. The middle-aged man sat cross-legged, dressed in a strong suit, with thick and dark braids around his neck, his temples slightly convex, and a red tasseled gun against the wall next to him, watching It is Lianjiazi.
　　 The Lianjiazi nodded, got up and walked towards this side, without his red spear, unarmed, as if he wanted to pluck the opponent's bottom.
　　 These details were all seen directly by Liu Yan, but he remained silent, only quietly breaking the hammer away from the shell gun in his arms. For those who are unfamiliar in life, be careful.
　　 Lianjiazi approached him, and Chao Lei fiercely struck up a conversation: "Your boss is helping?" He spoke Beijing accent.
　　Lei is stunned, I don’t understand what the other party means　.
Liu Yanzhi's intensive training during this period did not learn from the dog's stomach. He immediately understood that the other party meant to ask if you were a member of the gang. This is the cut of the Qinggang. The Jinjiang Mansion is next to the Huaijiang River. It is the activity of the trough gang. Range, and the trough gang is also one of the branches of the green gang. The soldiers selected by the crossing group are all high-strength fighters. It is reasonable to be mistaken for people in the gang.
"We are merchants from Nanyang. Our master was enjoying the rain on the mountain and accidentally fell and injured his leg. Thank you for letting me wait in for shelter from the rain." Liu Yan stubbornly picked up the conversation. He spoke standard Mandarin, which sounded like It is similar to the Beijing movie, but obviously not.
　　 Lianjiazi was a little surprised. He has been traveling north and south for so many years, and he can hear it in all local dialects. He has never heard such a strange accent. He said: "In the Wu Escort Bureau of Xiajing Town, Zhao Bichen, dare to ask the driver?
　　 Liu Yanzhi said: "Our master's surname is Zhou, our name is Jiarui, we are a wealthy Javanese businessman, and we are all his descendants, our surname is Liu, Liu Yanzhi."
　　 "Good meeting." Zhao Bichen stepped back and gave the butler a relieved look.
The butler also put his heart back in his stomach. Who is Zhao Bichen? A well-known figure in the Beijing Escort. Originally, Zhao Ye was a dart on the line of Kulun, but he couldn't hold his own money. He was single-handed and escorted. The family members of the prefect master came from the capital from thousands of miles away. Master Zhao has traveled north and south for so many years, and no storms have passed through the rivers and lakes. He said it was okay, then it must be okay.
　　 When Zhao Bichen had a conversation with Liu Yanzhi, the young lady kept peeking over here secretly. She grew up so big that the door would not go out, except for the male relatives and servants in the family. She basically hadn’t seen a man outside.
　　 Barren Village Store, wind and rain, as if it was destined in a previous life, she met this strange man in Yushu.
It is said that Liu Yanzhi is not handsome and not as tall as Lei Meng and others, but his appearance in the Guangxu period is considered Zhou Zheng. Moreover, he is always sick in bed and his skin is extremely white. In the eyes of the young lady, his face is like a crown jade. The beautiful young man.
　　 It's a pity to be a slave, Miss thought to herself.
　　 Here, Lei Meng and Liu Yanzhi are paying attention to Zhou Jiarui's injury. There should be no serious problem with the fracture of the leg. It should be done with a splint, but there is no forensic treatment for this head.
　　 "Intracranial hemorrhage, there is no rescue, unless you send it back immediately." Lei Meng opened Zhou Jiarui's eyelids and looked at it, and made a conclusion.
　　 "What shall we do if he is dead?" Liu Yan said straight.
　　 "He died, didn't we still have us? Wouldn't it be difficult for us to move without the guidance of history?" Lei Meng is a soldier, and he only knows to go forward, but he doesn't know what it means to shrink.
　　 Liu Yan nodded straight, and then looked at Zhang Wenbo and Guo Yuhang, also with a solemn expression, nodding silently.
　　The unfavorable start of the teacher, the history guide was seriously injured, life and death uncertain, cast a shadow on everyone's heart.
　　 The rain stopped and the two gangs were about to set off. The old lady and the maid got into the mule cart, Zhao Bichen turned on his horse, and the butler and the knife-bearer sat in front of the cart and slowly went to the official road.
Liu Yanzhi and others also carried a stretcher and slowly followed. After the rain, the official road was wet, the wooden wheels of the mule cart were crushed on the gravel, the carriage was gently bumping, and the rear curtain opened a gap, revealing A slender eye, quietly watching Liu Yanzhi walking behind the car.
　　 This eye belonged to the maid, and the curtain was closed immediately, and the girl's laughter came from inside the car.
Cuiwei Mountain is forty miles away from Jinjiang City. A village appeared next to the official road. There was a thatched adobe house with smoke curling up. Large tracts of young men on the threshing floor were practicing boxing. They tied their red cloth toes and carried simple farm tools. There was a lot of noise in the mouth, and the practice was really serious.
　　 Zhao Bichen rode over and explained to the housekeeper: "There are boxers here, hurry up and don't delay."
　　 The mule car accelerated, and the noise inside the car stopped abruptly.
But the tourists on the official road have been noticed by the Boxers. With a whistle, a large group of young men surrounded the official road and blocked the road. The head was a fat black man with an open chest and a fat body, followed by four The young man, carrying a nine-tooth rake, hugged before and after, it was absolutely majestic.
　　 "Stop, where did you come from? Where did you go?" the black fat man asked angrily.
　　 Zhao Bichen got off his horse and dismounted, holding a fist and saluting: "I have seen the big brother, Zhao Bichen, the Martial Escort Bureau of Jingshi Town, escorting Lin Zhifu's family back to Omi. I am very grateful for your convenience."
　　 "Lin Huaiyuan, this Ermaozi's family?" The fat black man had his eyebrows crossed and his eyes were cold, and the people around him were also noisy. They used knives, guns and farm tools together, and he must check it.
Zhao Bichen knows bad things. In the past two years, the Boxers have been everywhere, and they are quite large in Zhili and Shandong. Unexpectedly, they are also popular in Jiangdong. It is not only useless to use Lin's official position to suppress others, but also aroused the opposition. Angry, it seems that Master Lin's local control is very limited.
　　 Liu Yanzhi and the others also became nervous. The world is not peaceful, so there is a roadblock and robbery. Even the family members of the prefects dare to move, and these few people can hardly escape the looting.
Zhao Bichen didn’t recruit. The other party was not a member of the world. His full stomach incisions were of no use. The social relationships of the heroes of the gang’s troop gang were of no avail. In the mule cart, there are female relatives. Starting from the raids of these country boxers, I am afraid I will be planted here.
　　 He made up his mind and started to stop the fat black man first, so as to coerce the boxers into the mule cart. As for his own safety, he could no longer care.
The boxers were farmers in nearby villages, all black, thin, shriveled, raw crooked melons and jujubes, worn in tatters, holding hooks, hoes, sickles, and big knives and guns made by the country blacksmith's. There are full forty or fifty people, and the momentum of so many people gathering together is amazing. The lady maid in the mule cart and the old lady are already scared to death.
The housekeeper’s lips are also shaking. He knows how powerful boxers are. This group of people hates foreigners most and religious people the most, as long as they see who has foreigners’ objects, whether it’s sheep oil lamps or foreign clocks, even if it’s just foreign fire and foreign fire. Nail, you have to label people as traitors, errants, and the whole family will not leave them alone. If they are really allowed to search, there will be a lot of foreign things in the car. If Miss Yi has a long and two short, I can't even think about it.
　　 Zhao Bichen is still making his last effort: "Big brother, please give me some thin noodles. When you come to the capital, you can come to me and eat and drink all inclusive."
　　 The fat black guy didn't eat his suit, stared at the mule cart with slanted eyes, and asked, "Is it Mr. Lin's concubine or his daughter?"
　　 There was a loud cry from the car, and the maid cried in fright.
　　 The young woman's cry aroused the black fat man's interest, and he waved his hand: "Search me!"
　　 Zhao Bichen couldn't bear it, and took the lance from the victory hook. This is a warrior gun. The spear head is made of fine iron, and the gun body has a white wax rod. The gun is blood-red and murderous.
　　 Seeing that he was going to die, the fat black man took on the nine-tooth rake, the sharp rake blade was shining with cold, and with this honorable face, he was reincarnated as a pig.
　　The boxers held swords and guns at the same time, only waiting for the order from the big brother.
Sitting in the handlebar position, Jia Ding drew his waist knife~EbookFREE.me~ The butler also drew out the bodyguard dagger, but he was not trying to fight the boxers, but to help his own lady break, in case, miss Falling into the hands of these chaotic people, the consequences would be disastrous.
　　 The maid in the car was crying, and the old lady was crying too. They were all scared and silly. Only Miss Lin was calm and unreasonable. She vaguely felt that a hero would appear.
　　 At the moment of the moment, Liu Yanzhi shouted: "Stop!"
　　 All eyes turned to this stranger.
　　 Liu Yan walked over straight step by step, without the guy in his hand, the boxers saw him full of momentum, spontaneously let go and let him walk in front of the big brother.
　　 "You Pig Bajie reincarnated?" Liu Yan looked directly at the fat black man and his unique weapons.
　　 "Exactly! Your grandfather Zhu invited the second brother." The fat black man had a big chest and was extremely proud.
　　"　Do you know who I am?" Liu Yan asked him directly.
　　 "Which is your god?" The black fat man was exasperated by his calmness.
　　 "I am Changshan Zhao Zilong!" Liu Yanzhi yelled, shaking the eardrums of people with pain.
　　 "The gun is coming!" Liu Yan stretched out his hand, and Zhao Bichen couldn't help but handed the red gun in his hand.
　　 Liu Yan held the gun directly in his hand and shook his spear. The pewter rod with excellent toughness was shaken off, and the silver spear was red, like a thousand pear blossoms.
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