[Chu Liuxiang] Chuanbo

The cloaked man looked at Xie Qinghe without speaking, as if waiting for him to speak first.

But Xie Qinghe doesn't like the "you bunch of ignorant idiots" look in the cloaked man's eyes, it's very rude, this young man, although he is similar to a demon, but his age should not be much older than Xie Qinghe's.

If neither of them spoke, someone would speak first. Among the group of people kneeling and begging for mercy, there was a fat man and a little boy.Seeing Xie Qinghe's normal clothes and clear speech, this group of people said that they heard the screams, and immediately kowtowed to him: "Young master, young man, please beg us, we have been wronged! "

Xie Qinghe blinked, cupped his hands and said to the other party: "Dare to ask, brother, what crime did these people commit?"

The man in the cloak glanced at him impatiently: "They committed my crime, so I want to punish them, what, do you have a good idea?" Looking at this kid who is not very old, the clothes he wears are inconspicuous, ordinary dark-colored Commoner.However, daring to rush on the road in the middle of the night and join in the fun, it seems courageous.

The man in the cloak --- his name is Fang Siming, and he really wants to test this kid out. The adoptive father also needs to reserve talents. It would be best if he can use it for me.

But what he said was too harsh. Xie Qinghe just felt that these people looked miserable. If the matter was not serious, a martial arts master should not be aggressive and lose his dignity.

Xie Qinghe smiled, "Brother, you are joking, I am only a scholar, how dare you take care of this kind of thing. Farewell!" After speaking, he turned and left.

Whether it was the man kneeling on the ground or Fang Siming, the man in the cloak, he was stunned. At this time, shouldn't a young man with a strong blood stand up and help him be a hero?

Why don't you play cards according to the routine!

Fang Siming couldn't hold it back, and said to stop him: "Wait!" The kneeling man also yelled, saying nonsense like young hero to save his life.

Xie Qinghe stood under the tree with the moonlight shining on his face. Although he was just ordinary and handsome, he could still be called a handsome young man.It's a pity that in Fang Siming's eyes, there is only one sentence: This kid is hard to deal with!

"You don't care about them?" Fang Siming asked: "I think you are also from a decent family, otherwise you wouldn't watch this kind of excitement in the middle of the night. If you don't care, wouldn't it be insulting to the master!"

Xie Qinghe still shook his head with a smile: "Your Excellency, you know my master? If you don't know, what's the shame?"

Fang Siming didn't talk nonsense, he suddenly slapped him with his palm: "Who is the master, you will know after beating!"

Xie Qinghe didn't expect that he would use the method of surprise attack, which is really enough... Xie Qinghe catches this move with a backhand, and pushes it back with his backhand.

"Wudang!" Fang Siming took a deep look at him: "This is Wudang's internal martial arts. Are you a Wudang disciple?"

Xie Qinghe was taken aback for a moment, seeing that this is a senior Jianghu person, he could tell that he was using Wudang Kung Fu within one move.

His own original martial arts is a combination of hardness and softness, just like the marksmanship he is familiar with.For Wudang's pure use of softness to overcome rigidity, quietness and vividness, it is really thanks to the guidance and teaching of Master Xiao Shuhan during this period of time, as well as the mutual feeding with the brothers.

"Hehe, so what if it is, so what if it is not?" Xie Qinghe pretended to be confused: "If you want to let him go, you should have let him go. If you don't want to let him go, why should I fight for my life because of others, so leave."

This, this, this, this is the first time Fang Siming has encountered such a tired and lazy boy. With this appearance, I am afraid that even if this group of people are killed by himself in front of his eyes, he will not be moved.On the contrary, this made Fang Siming interested. If this kid is really a disciple of a famous school whose mission is to support the righteous way of martial arts, it would be very boring.

"Do you know what crime these people committed?" Fang Siming's words stopped Xie Qinghe's footsteps. If Xie Qinghe wasn't interested at all, he wouldn't have come here.

This is a conversational attitude, Xie Qinghe bowed his hands in salute: "I would like to hear more about it."

"This man and this boy are the father and younger brother of this girl." Fang Siming pointed to the fat man and the boy with a delicate face, and then pointed to the thin girl beside him: "This guy spoils me like a dream all day long." The son thought that his son would be the number one scholar, so he asked his daughter to be an ox and a horse for his younger brother to eat and drink, and for him to go to the casino by himself. This time he lost too much money, and he was about to sell his daughter. That's all, it's actually sold to a brothel!"

At the end of the conversation, the sound of gold and stone echoed around, and the group of people huddled and knelt on the ground, not daring to move.

Xie Qinghe blinked, if this is true... this cloaked man has a sense of justice.However, he couldn't listen to one side's words, so he rolled his eyes and asked the man, "Do you want to sell your daughter?"

Fat man: "No, absolutely not. My own daughter, how could I sell her, or sell her to that kind of place. It's all, it's that woman who lied to me, she lied to me!"

The fat woman also struggled to jump up from the ground at this time: "You shameless old bastard! You don't drag others by doing your own crimes. What did you say when you sold your daughter? Well, in order to get money for my son, he went to school and took the number one exam. In the end, he didn’t go out to gamble by himself! Now it’s us who are to blame, we are serious brothels, young man, don’t trust him!”

Xie Qinghe ignored them, instead helped the little boy up, and put his hands on the rope as if he was going to untie him: "Brother, tell big brother how much your sister sold, and big brother treats you to a snack."

The boy sold his father without any hesitation: "20 taels of silver! Dad said he would take me to eat delicious food, but this group of people arrested me." He looked at his sister viciously: "It's all your fault! After selling you, you should be obedient, and dare to ask someone to kidnap me and dad, you are not filial!"

The thin girl next to the man in the cloak had tears on her face, her face was bloodless, but she didn't make any excuses. She was Ji Ji's age, but her heart was ashamed.

He was so vicious to his sister at such a young age that he was charged with crimes.From the son to the father, you can know what kind of family it is, tsk tsk.

Xie Qinghe looked at this group of people, and the cloaked man asked from the side: "So, what's the young hero's opinion?"

Xie Qinghe looked at the people who looked at him longingly, and said with a slight smile: "Da Ming Law: If the father sells his children and grandchildren as slaves, the stick will be eighty."

The dumbfounded man wanted to say something, but Xie Qinghe stepped on him to eat the dirt: "Eighty staff, hit with heart. I'm afraid you can't resist, you will be beaten to death?"

The woman over there was already full of joy: "The young man is wise, the young man is wise, our Xiangge is really a serious business."

The man in the cloak, Fang Siming, hadn't spoken yet, and Xie Qinghe sneered: "Serious business? I haven't mentioned you yet. According to the practice of the country and the court, those who enter the brothel are descendants of sinful families. How dare you buy the daughter of a decent and good family! If he If you want eighty sticks, you can just hang yourself with a rope!"

He looked at his daughter with a gloomy tone: "I know that there are people behind your business, but don't forget, you are just a slut. After careful investigation by the government, it will be cheap for you to hang yourself!"

The law of the Ming Dynasty is strict, and after investigation, this group of people may not have many survivors.I have never been an official, but I have always seen someone who was an official, and several people kowtowed again.

Fang Siming's mood is very complicated, this game is not the game of the rivers and lakes at all, he said anxiously: "Forget it?!"

Xie Qinghe glanced at him: "How can we just forget about it? Buyers and sellers always have contract documents, and I think you also have pens and ink on your body. Why don't we settle it in private today, how about it?"

No one knew what his idea was, Fang Siming guessed a little, and took a deep look at Xie Qinghe: If he thinks the same, this kid is also cruel enough!

Xie Qinghe tied the boy up again and threw him into the carriage.Then he held the thug who ordered the Xiangge, spread paper and rubbed ink, and burned the original contract under the light of the lantern.Wrote a new copy, because my sister was missing, so I sold my son to Dianxiang Pavilion.

"Congratulations," Xie Qinghe bent down and tapped the man's face with the scabbard: "Don't you want your son to be the champion? I think there is hope, the champion of Chrysanthemum." Daughter learns art, son Chrysanthemum champion, haha Haha, this is really the news of the world.

There was also a smile on Fang Siming's gloomy face. He liked the ending.The girl next to him seemed to want to say something, but in the end she didn't say anything. Fang Siming took the girl and left first: "I'll send her to Yunmeng to learn art. My name is Fang Siming."

This is his self-introduction, Xie Qinghe raised his eyebrows: "Xie Qinghe, nice to meet you!"

Fang Siming nodded and left.

This man of few words and cherishing words like gold is very demeanor of a senior brother.

This mess of people was left to Xie Qinghe, of course Xie Shaoxia would not kill with his own hands, he asked a few thugs to use the sticks they bought to intimidate others, and gave the fat man eighty sticks firmly.

He died before finishing the beating, so he just dug a hole to bury him, Xie Qinghe handed over the contract to that woman.The woman in the Dianxiang Pavilion had given up hope and felt that she was going to die, but she didn't expect to be able to survive, so she kept doing small things to thank her.

Xie Qinghe waved his hand impatiently: "You don't need to thank me, anyway, I won't go to your kind of place. Well, don't violate the law of the Great Ming and let people find out, but be more disciplined and low-key, and you won't be at a disadvantage. Don't talk nonsense when you go back, and take that little brat away."

After speaking, cut off the rope that bound her hands, and told them to leave quickly.When Xie Qinghe came here, he thought that something strange and tragic was waiting for him, but he didn't expect it to be such a thing.

ah!Xie Shaoxia returned to the place where the horse was tied, and found that his bundle was still there, but the horse was gone.A note was inserted with a flying knife on the tree where the horse was tied: "Take the weak girl first, and borrow the horse."

Well, Fang Siming, the man in the cloak, you... you are acting like a robber, a robber!

Xie Shaoxia climbed out of the ravine relying on his own two legs this night, finally arrived at the small town ahead, and found a place to stay.

He took a comfortable bath, and felt that it was not important to travel long distances, the key depended on how to travel long distances, and relying on two legs was very tricky.After taking a shower and changing clothes, I went downstairs to eat noodles in a refreshing way. In front of me were noodles with chicken soup and a few dishes of side dishes.

They are all local wild vegetables, and it is refreshing to eat once in a while.However, it was incomparable to the food on Wudang Mountain. Xie Qinghe ate noodles, but his ears were pricked up. He heard a few well-dressed men next to him mention the emperor's northern tour, "It seems that relocation is imperative!"

The author has something to say:

The law of the Ming Dynasty does not allow fathers of good people [mother has no power] to sell their children, and those who violate it will be beaten.However, natural disasters and man-made disasters are not so wide in this regard.Generally speaking, slaves and maidservants belong to the same family, and the reason is the same. If the man who heads the family sells himself, the whole family will naturally become slaves.