There is a book shop in the west of Suzhou City, which is known as a century-old brand. The shopkeeper has changed several people. However, the shopkeeper has been around for decades recently. It is said that he has a strange temper and when he meets someone he doesn't like, he has to drive you out even if you buy books. When he meets some poor families who can't afford books, he sometimes pretends to "lent" to others. When the next time someone pays him back, he waves his hand and says he gives it away.

The shopkeeper was idle today. Seeing that the weather was good, he moved a chair out of the store and placed it at the door of the book shop. After stretching his waist, he lay directly on the chair and closed his eyes to rest.

A young man came over humming a small song in the distance, with his hands behind his back, walking slowly, and leisurely to the door of the book shop.

When the boy saw the old man lying on the chair, he suddenly stopped his steps. He tiptoed his toes, tried to prevent himself from making any noise, and then moved step by step.

But the boy finally underestimated the shopkeeper's hearing.

"Stop!" A voice came slowly. The boy frowned and had to slow down. "Zhiqiu! Tell me how many times you are late. If you come a little late, I might be closing." It was strange that although the old man lying on the chair was not loud, he could hear Qiu clearly.

When Zhiqiu thought of this old guy's hearing so well, he couldn't help but feel sorry for his salary this month. It seemed that he had lost a little. No, it seemed that he had bought a few less bunches of candied haws. While he was heartbroken, he lowered his head and admitted his mistake to the shopkeeper, but the careless tone seemed to be really incomprehensible. "Shopkeeper, I swear that if I am late tomorrow, you will punish me to eat ten bunches of candied haws! Oh, no, I'm fined me to dry half of the bookshop's books!" After Zhiqiu said that, his eyes squinted at the shopkeeper, but the shopkeeper still didn't open his eyes.

The shopkeeper didn't say anything, Zhiqiu walked away with tactfulness. Anyway, he guessed that the old man was used to it, so Zhiqiu went into the book shop swaggeringly.

Zhiqiu was free and read a few books casually, but after looking at it, he put the books back. However, a girl in the distance looked at him and couldn't help but curl her lips.

The girl slowly walked over and said loudly, "Oh! I said who is this? I still have such leisure to read books. Do you know the words?" Zhiqiu didn't turn his head and replied loudly, "I don't know the words, but I know pictures. Look at the boxing picture just now, the movements of these villains are not as good as those big men on the martial arts list? I thought about it carefully, and I am afraid it was passed down by those big men in the past. Otherwise, I will teach you two-handedly? Hand in hand!" Zhiqiu said, and deliberately made a "special" smile.

The girl looked at him, snorted coldly, and turned around and left without responding. After seeing her leaving, Zhiqiu's face changed instantly, with a serious expression. He suddenly remembered that he would go to meet "Yi Dagger" in a few days. He actually didn't know what kind of organization Yi Dagger was. Although Miss Yun told him that there were masters in Yi Dagger, Zhiqiu didn't know how high it was. As the boy thought about it, he couldn't help but sigh again. "It seems that no matter how many masters there are in Yi Dagger, I can't beat anyone. After all, they are not all the children in Yushui Street."

As Zhiqiu thought about it, he suddenly saw a pair of pen and paper on the table. He shook his head and wrote a few words casually:

The soldiers come to block the enemy.

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At the north wharf of Suzhou, there was a group of naked men who kept transporting goods. Although it was only early March, the weather was cooler. But when you see the hard work of these men, you can tell how tired it is to carry things at the dock. Next to the men, there was a middle-aged man wearing a gray cotton jacket. At a glance, his facial features were upright and he seemed to be full of righteousness, and he felt like an official. But when you look closely, the middle-aged man looked pale, and even in an early March, he was still wearing a cotton jacket.

On the side of the dock is a man with a naked upper body, and a man wearing a cotton jacket on the other side.

The man sat not far from the dock, with several followers standing next to him. After seeing a boy getting off the boat in the distance, he immediately stood up, took off his cotton jacket, handed it to the person next to him, and slowly walked towards the boy.

The man who took off his cotton jacket looked even pale. The spring breeze came and the man sneezes. He walked to the boy, adjusted his breath slightly, and whispered: "Welcome to our province."

Seeing this, the young man sighed slightly and said indifferently: "Okay, okay, what is your highness? I am just a rich young master now." As he said, he walked towards the dock, as if he had remembered something, and said: "Are you sure he is here?"

"It is indeed here according to the spy." The middle-aged man replied.

The boy in a brocaded suit nodded and walked to the dock. He took off the brocaded suit and threw it to the middle-aged man. He moved his arms, jumped onto the boat that was docking, and carried a cargo. The boy felt that it was not very difficult, so he carried another box with his right hand. Finally, he carried the goods with both hands and walked towards the place where the goods were placed.

The naked man next to him felt a little strange when he saw it. He clearly saw that the young man looked like a young man, looking pampered, so why did he come to move goods? What's even more strange is that he was quite strong. However, he didn't say much. After muttering a few words together, he began to move goods again.

Only the middle-aged man who had taken off his cotton jacket frowned and said nothing. The follower next to him wanted to put the cotton jacket on him several times, but he refused.

The boy transported most of the goods in less than an hour. However, the sweat didn't flow down, but the naked men's sweat kept falling. Finally, the boy stopped, came to the middle-aged man, and said casually: "Master Liu, go back, you have a bad body. I also know that it's really aggrieved you if you haven't put on your cotton jacket for so long."

The boy saw that he was about to say something, so he interrupted, "Okay, I know what you want to say, and I won't pursue whether you are loyal or not. After all, there are no one in my hands now. There are a few people in the capital, but I really don't know who to use except you. As for how long it will take for you to know this news, I don't want to pursue it. In short, do your best, the future is long."

The parents of Suzhou didn't dare to say anything more, and replied, "I naturally know." He added: "Your Highness comes to our province this time, and I will pick a few of them from the pigeons for you to be your followers?"

The boy closed his eyes and enjoyed the spring breeze and replied, "No need, I don't want to be so arrogant this time. This time I was traveling secretly, and my elder brother probably didn't know that I was leaving Beijing now. As for the father, maybe I knew, maybe I didn't know, or maybe I pretended not to know after I knew it? Anyway, the eagle on his side was very well-informed."

After the boy finished speaking, he shook his head, opened his eyes and suddenly said something inexplicable: "I can't guess thoroughly, I can't guess thoroughly." After that, he left, without even calling him to the parents.

The Yuanqing Empire was named the most honest prefect and breathed a deep breath. When the Emperor left, he felt relieved. Since that incident in the capital, His Royal Highness has really changed a lot...

The prefect, whose real name is Liu Xinxing, sighed and turned to smile again. He said to himself: "What if it changes? The chess piece should have the awareness of the chess piece... The chess piece doesn't care who the chess player is, but who is still in the chess game?" He looked at the sky and showed a mysterious smile, "Who is the chess player?"

When the person next to him saw Liu Xinxing coughing a few more times, he hurriedly came forward to put on his cotton jacket. The prefect pushed the cotton jacket away and said with a smile: "Why are you wearing a cotton jacket? I will continue to send an order. From tomorrow, I will relapse due to an old illness and will take care of my health at home. The specific matters will be taken care of by Judge Yuan Tong."

"It seems that Gusuzhou is not peaceful soon." Prefect Liu murmured.

During this period, Zhiqiu worked in the book shop. He had nothing to do and helped grind the ink, and his life was leisurely. The lady in the book shop looked at him all day and laughed at him for a few words of illiteracy from time to time. However, Zhiqiu saw that the lady had no malice, so he smiled, but the teasing of words was indispensable.

But Zhiqiu has not had the mood to "talk" with the eldest lady in the past two days. The time agreed with Yidian is coming, but he can't even think about how to fight. Even though Mianzhi hid his strength and entered the third floor of the report with all his might, he still couldn't resist the master Yidian that Miss Yun said?

Zhiqiu wanted to eat candied haws again, but this time his head hurts a little.

When he thought of a swordsman, Zhiqiu thought of a big stupid person. But what puzzled Zhiqiu was that Mianzhi had rarely fished recently and was at home all day and did not practice boxing. He just sat in the yard all day and breathed in. What made Zhiqiu feel strange was that he was obviously following the path of "power", so why did he practice breathing and breathing like a Taoist priest? When he passed by Mianzhi's house several times, he wanted to ask the reason. But after thinking about it, a person as calm as Mianzhi would definitely not take such a wrong path.

After all, anyone who practices "power" and "Tao" often ends up with both meridians and will not have a good end. It is said that Mengsheng, the third Zhuang of the Martial Arts, 50 years ago, learned about the Taoist secrets when he wanted to go to the next level after reaching the peak of the martial arts realm. He eventually became a demon, his meridians were shattered, and he became an ordinary person.

It is clear that Qiu thought that Mianzhi's strength is not enough to support him in practicing two skills at the same time. It is estimated that Mianzhi is learning the method of breathing and inhaling now to stabilize his breath. After Zhiqiu figured it out, he stopped thinking about it.

This young man, who was inexplicably sad, walked like this and suddenly saw yellow leaves falling on the doorstep.

I couldn't help but sigh that it turned out that it was not just a leaf that knew autumn, but even the yellow leaves in the ground would be scattered.
Chapter completed!