"So it's Jiaxing!"

Fang Ming took out a piece of silver and thanked him. He followed the direction pointed by the farmer and arrived in Jiaxing City soon.

This Jiaxing is a famous city in ancient Yue. King Goujian of Yue once defeated King Helu of Wu, which was the main road for transportation between Wu and Yue. The people were multiplied. By the Song Dynasty, it had become a big city in western Zhejiang, and it was a place where silk and rice were distributed. It was very prosperous. After the Song Dynasty crossed the south, Jiaxing was close to the capital, and the market conditions became even more lively.

It was almost noon at this time. Fang Ming was strolling on the ancient street and suddenly saw a huge golden signboard in the restaurant next to him, with three big characters "Zuixianlou" written on it. The handwriting was beautiful, and the signature was also five small characters "Dongpo Jushi's Book". It turned out to be written by Su Dongpo.

"Zuixianlou?"

Fang Ming's heart moved, climbed upstairs, threw out a golden leaf, immediately asked for a seat by the window, and opened another jar of Shaoxing's daughter Hong, who had been around for ten years. The guy diligently sent the four-gilled perch from Songjiang and a table full of side dishes to drink.

With Fang Ming's internal strength, it's just a matter of not getting drunk for a thousand cups, but he let go of his drinks at this time, and soon he was drunk.

Before he traveled, he had a very shallow alcohol content, but he also liked the things in the cup. He was drunk until he was five or six minutes drunk, and he would not drink when he was drunk. Otherwise, he would be drunk in a confused manner and did not know the situation. How could he have the fun of drinking?

"But get the fun of drinking, don't spread it to those who wake up..."

Fang Mingman chanted for a long time, but was extremely sober, but he had a little more wild and unruly feeling. After drinking and eating, he asked the shop to send the drunk Li Xiangling. Both of these are specialties of Jiaxing. The plums are as sweet as wine, and the lily meat is fresh, sweet and tender, fragrant and crispy, and wonderful.

Just as Fang Ming was admiring the scenery of the clear water and green leaves outside, he suddenly heard a noise below.

A short and fat man stepped into the Zuixian Tower, raised his hand and threw a large ingot of silver on the cabinet with a sound of his hand, and said, "Let's open three tables to wait for wine and food, two tables of meat and one table of vegetarian."

The short and fat man looked even more bloated and ugly when he approached. He was only three feet tall, and his arms were almost three feet wide. He only had his steps concentrating and his eyes were full of energy. This martial arts seemed nothing to Fang Ming, but he was a good player in the world of The Legend of the Condor Heroes.

"Well? This scene looks familiar... Could it be that it happened to be the beginning of the plot?"

Fang Ming suddenly felt something and looked downstairs again.

Sure enough, a figure came up from his head, and his body was filled with wealth and honor. It was obvious that he had been pampering for a long time. This was Wanyan Honglie.

"So it's this plot..."

Fang Ming rolled his eyes and almost cursed: "It's really time to the beginning of the plot? Guo Jing and Yang Kang were only two sucked eggs, and what about the sperm eggs... Damn... Isn't it going to be depressed if he really chose the protagonist of possession?"

"Isn't this Yan Lie? Come and talk about the past!"

Fang Ming whispered loudly to Wanyan Honglie downstairs.

Wanyan Honglie was stunned. He only used the pseudonym "Yan Lie" when he came to Song. At this time, he was suddenly called by a stranger, which was really shocked.

At this time, he saw Fang Ming laughing and compared the word "Jin". He thought to himself that it was a spy installed by Jin Chao in the local area? There was just a boy on the left and there was no ambush beside him, so he walked over.

Although Wanyan Honglie was not very skilled, he was quite brave. He dared to pursue Ziqiu Chuji, Changchun in the Song Dynasty. If it weren't for being rescued by Bao Xiruo, the great prince of Jin would have been doomed in Niujia Village.

"sit!"

Fang Ming spread his hands carelessly, but Wanyan Honglie felt angry and thought to himself that I was the Prince of the Golden, and my identity was so noble. At most, you would be just a secret detective. How dare you be so rude?

But he was very well educated, so he sat down first and asked quietly: "Who do you care?"

"Oh?" Fang Ming was stunned, then secretly laughed and said seriously: "The prince is probably wrong!"

"Not good!" Wanyan Honglie's forehead was covered with cold sweat. He knew that he had made a mistake and got up to run away, but Fang Ming chuckled and patted his shoulder. Wanyan Honglie seemed to be carrying a heavy mountain and could no longer move.

"Please rest assured, I'm just borrowing something from the prince..."

Fang Ming transformed a three-corpse brain magic pill into the wine, forced Wanyan Honglie to drink it, and then explained the efficacy and purpose in detail. Wanyan Honglie's face immediately turned as if dead.

No matter what, he never thought that he would have overwhelmed a lot of storms and waves!

‘Well! He is a prince of the Golden Kingdom, with a strong fortune…’

Fang Ming is also very satisfied now.

After all, the initial time given by the martial arts order is only three months, so how can he search for martial arts at all sides of the world?

Wanyan Honglie happened to hit him in his hand, so it would be unreasonable if he didn't use it properly.

"...What do you want? A beautiful woman with gold and silver? I have everything. As long as you relieve the poison on my body, I can also hire a gentleman as a guest..."

Although Wanyan Honglie was panicked, his words were still in order.

"You can't give me what I want..." Fang Ming smiled proudly: "This poison is fine within a year. After you go back, you can ask a famous doctor to treat it. See if the world is big, who can save you except me..."

Looking at Wanyan Honglie with a gray face, Fang Ming also felt that this kid's IQ was urgent.

I won’t say that I am obsessed with love, but I actually feel that as long as I have the master of horse king Han Baoju, the coach with superb equestrian skills, the Golden Cavalry will be invincible. In the later stage, I mobilized many troops for a military book, and my eyes were not focused on the overall situation at all. Instead, I stared at these miserable things. The situation was so low that it was outrageous!

Of course, all Fang Ming wanted was his luck as a prince, and he had no intention of awakening him. After using it, he kicked Wanyan Honglie away.

At this time, many people came to Zuixian Tower, and the seven monsters in Jiangnan were not falling and sat in a full seat.

From the eldest blind man, flying in the sky, bat, the second master scholar Zhu Cong, the third master, the third master, the king god, Han Baoju, and then to the fourth master, Nanshan woodcutter, Nan Xiren, the fifth master, laughing Amitabha, Zhang Asheng, the sixth master, the downtown hero Yin, the full blonde hair, and the last youngest master, the sword of Yue Han Xiaoying, and the seven monsters in Jiangnan were all present.

At this time, another monk who was about forty years old, shaped like a dead tree, with a yellow monk's robe, holding a piece of burnt wood. As soon as he entered the door, he pronounced the Buddhist chant: "Amitabha! The seven heroes in Jiangnan can come to help for justice, and the little monk is grateful!"

"snort!"

Among the seven monsters in Jiangnan, Ke Zhen has the most outrageous temper. After being blinded by the two evil spirits of the Black Wind, he was almost extreme. At this time, he was snorted and snorted coldly: "Although the Quanzhen Sect is powerful in the north, Jiangnan is not the place where they are wild!"

Master Jiao Mu quickly shook his hands: "That man is well-known in the martial arts world. Everyone said that he is eager for justice and is not a bad person. There must be misunderstandings among them. I also asked the seven heroes to help me..."

At this moment, the stairs were clattering, as if a giant beast had walked upstairs. If it weren't for the giant elephant, it would be a big buffalo worth hundreds of pounds. The shopkeeper and bartender were screaming at the bottom, but he could do nothing, but after a few clatters, the stairs broke for several steps.

Fang Ming saw a Taoist holding a huge copper jar in his hand and walked upstairs. He knew that this must be the sound of Changchun Ziqiu Chuji, so he immediately looked at it intently.

Qiu Chuji was wearing a Taoist robe and carrying a long sword on his back. He had a bit of a fairy-like appearance. However, at this time, there were bloodshot eyes and clouds on his forehead, just like the calmness before the thunderstorm, Mu Ran was pressing down on him with a great majesty.

"Why should donor Qiu be angry? Even the paper-transformed copper jar in the temple is taken?"

Seeing that he gave in to each other several times, Qiu Chuji was still so aggressive, he couldn't help but feel angry, and his tone became much colder: "Let me introduce the seven heroes of Jiangnan to the Taoist priest..."

At this time, the guests in the restaurant saw that the atmosphere was not good, and most of them had run away. Only the shopkeeper and bartender could not avoid it, so they could only huddle behind the counter and complain secretly.

Fang Ming listened with his ears. After Qiu Chuji met the Seven Monsters in Jiangnan, he was full of gunpowder. What was generally quarreled was the widow of Guo Xiaotian and Yang Tiexin.

Qiu Chuji believed that Jiao Mu would definitely help the evil, and hidden the loyal and good orphans, while Jiao Mu kept calling for justice. The seven monsters in Jiangnan naturally had their butts tilted to Jiao Mu. If they were not prone to the point, they would start fighting in a few seconds.

"Oh... These martial arts practitioners have a bad temper and will start fighting if they don't match the two sentences, not to mention that they also include the contradiction between the north and south martial arts and the two meridians of Buddhism and Taoism... It's really a little bit of Mars that you'll have to explode, and it won't be possible if you don't fight!"

Fang Ming knew the whole story well, but he shook his head secretly when he looked at it.

On the surface, Duan Tiande was treacherous, playing with dead wood, scorched wood, seven monsters in Jiangnan and Qiu Chuji as fools, but when you think about it carefully, there was a hidden turbulence.

Everyone has a bad temper, and the lack of change in the habits of martial artists is just a superficial reason.

To find out, Qiu Chuji is from the north, while the Seven Monsters of Jiangnan and Jiao Munai are from the south. The regional conflicts cannot be resolved. Could it be that if the fight really happens, the Seven Monsters of Jiangnan will turn their elbows outward and help the northerners bully the southerners? Then will they still be in a mess locally?

Qiu Chuji is a Taoist priest, Jiao Muku Muna is a monk, or the Xianxia Sect of Shaolin branch. At this time, Quanzhen Sect is powerful, but Shaolin has almost no achievements. Qiu Chuji comes to ask for someone, so should the monk bow his head to the Taoist priest?

What else is there to say? You have to fight!

"It seems to be just a misunderstanding, but the contradiction has been buried for a long time..."

Fang Ming watched coldly and saw more clues. What's more, Jiao Mu was really deceived at this time. He thought there was no woman in the temple. He believed that he was ashamed of his sacredness and would not bow his head. In the end, the truth was revealed. He was really not allowed to die!

At this time, Jiao Mu had the seven monsters in Jiangnan who were the ones. How could Qiu Chuji say eight of them? He immediately decided to use force and defeated everyone with force. He shouted: "Jiao Mu, you are also a well-known figure in the martial arts world. How dare you do such a bad thing!"

With his right hand, he flew towards Jiao Mu, a copper jar weighing hundreds of pounds, wine and jar, and Jiao Mu jumped past him.

The people standing at the top of the building were so scared that they were so scared that they pushed and hugged each other, and rolled downstairs in a series of bones.

Amitabha Zhang Asheng was wearing an iron cloth shirt and practiced horizontally. He immediately took a step forward and shouted with his arms luck: "Okay!" When the copper cylinder flew, his arms sank, he leaned on the bottom of the cylinder, and his shoulders and back muscles rose. He raked, and his left foot stepped through a hole in the floor slab, and then took two steps forward, bent his arms slightly, and threw the copper cylinder towards the hill with a move.
Chapter completed!