The bully fell to the ground and died.

"Who is killing, who is killing?"

The shouts here quickly attracted the government officials.

Zhang Heng looked up and found that it was the acquaintance who showed him the way. He smiled and said, "Captain, I'm going to trouble you again."

After saying that, he took out a piece of silver from his pocket and threw it directly to the Yamen servant: "Wash the ground and then take him to the mass grave to bury him, so that no one will say that I am responsible for killing him and not burying him."

"Ouch!"

The yamen servant stretched out his hand to take it, and when he saw it, he saw five clear fingerprints on the silver.

At this glance, the yamen officer knew that he could not afford to offend the man in front of him. Then he looked at the twelve taels of snowflake silver ingots in his hand, and suddenly he smiled brightly: "The villain Kuai Dao Liu is the patrolman of these streets. How dare you

May I ask what your last name is?"

Zhang Heng replied: "My surname is Zhang. I have a friend in this widow's alley named Ning Caichen. If nothing happens, I will stay in Mushan Mansion for a few days."

When Kuai Dao Liu heard this, he hurriedly said: "This villain is quite famous in this area. If you find something useful, please send someone to inform me."

Any time you make a move, you can get ten taels of snowflake silver.

This is the financial owner. I don’t dare to say anything if I hug him. It would be good to give him instructions a few more times and earn more money.

"Okay, I remember."

Zhang Heng nodded in agreement, and then asked: "If I kill this beast, there won't be any trouble, right?"

"Don't worry, sir. They are just some bastards who lick blood from their knives. There is no tomorrow. If there is a fight on any street, just count him in. For people like this, ten or eight will die one day."

The world is tough and people are dying every day.

Although Kuai Dao Liu is a policeman, he is used to life and death and does not care about it.

"Brother Zhang!"

Don't wait to be polite any more.

I met a scholar approaching with a hen in his arms.

Zhang Heng looked up and saw that it was not Ning Caichen, and said happily: "I was worried that I couldn't find your home, but I didn't expect to see you."

Seeing Zhang Heng coming, Ning Caichen was overjoyed: "My mother asked me to take this hen that didn't lay eggs to sell on the street, but I didn't expect it to be sold in one day. I thought it was a bad thing, but I didn't expect it.

It is God's will that I keep the hens and make soup for Brother Zhang to drink at night!"

Seeing Zhang Heng met his friend, Kuai Dao Liu Gong handed him over and dragged the body away.

Zhang Heng didn't care about this. He got off his horse and said to Ning Caichen: "In Lanruo Temple, you ate half of my pheasant. It seems that today is the time for you to pay me back."

After listening to the words, I replied.

Ning Caichen slapped his thigh: "When I left, I borrowed a couple of silver from my elder brother. It happened that during this period I copied books for others and made a small profit. I later gave the money to my elder brother to make up for it."

Zhang Heng has no idea about money.

Hearing that Ning Caichen wanted to pay back the money, he said nonchalantly: "There is no need for the money. You can use the money to buy some food and drinks and treat me to a meal in the evening. By the way, you can also have a toothpaste with your family."

Ning Caichen was dressed cleanly, but there were many patches on his clothes.

It can be seen that his family conditions are average and not superior, and he does not eat much meat on weekdays.

He wouldn't ask for money, and refusing directly would inevitably hurt Ning Caichen's self-esteem.

It's better to just buy the food, eat it to your heart's content, and take care of the next family.

"Okay, I'll listen to big brother."

Ning Caichen responded immediately and rushed home with Zhang Heng.

When I arrived at Ning's house, I took a look.

The Ning family may have been wealthy before. Although the house is old and visibly dilapidated, the house is not small. It has a front yard, a middle yard, and a back yard.

But it's not surprising.

Ning Caichen came from a poor family, was educated, and had a reputation as a scholar.

A poor family is also a family. If it were an ordinary farmer's family, it would be impossible for their children and grandchildren to study, and there would even be no concept of studying.

"Caichen, who is here?"

Hearing the noise outside, a woman in her sixties came out of the courtyard.

Ning Caichen looked up and said to Zhang Heng: "Brother Zhang, this is my mother. I also have an elder brother who acts as a son-in-law. He doesn't come back often."

Zhang Heng praised: "He is blessed with infinite blessings."

After praising him, he took out a sutra book from the Qiankun bag and said, "This is the first time we meet, so I have nothing to give as a gift. I copied this Sutra of Supreme Peace with my own hands, so please accept it, old man."

Ning Caichen's mother heard that it was just a Taoist scripture copied by Zhang Heng himself. She thought it was not a valuable thing, so she accepted it immediately: "Thank you, Taoist Master."

Zhang Heng nodded with a smile.

He did not tell Ning Caichen's mother that this Taoist scripture was written by him while he was practicing swordsmanship, and the strokes contained the meaning of the sword.

Although it is not like Bodhidharma's handwriting, where the phantom of the Buddha can emerge from the scriptures, it is also capable of frightening demons and killing evil spirits.

Enshrine this book in your home, and no ghosts will dare to take a step inside it.
Chapter completed!