[Sorry, I don’t want to divide this plot into chapters, so I wrote it all the way, eight thousand words, so it was much late. Even so, I still want to ask for votes.]

Suddenly, someone called him a break from his identity. The young man's face suddenly changed. He shook his body and then turned off the horse's back from the other side, picked it up, and grabbed the four-foot long sword hanging diagonally under the saddle.

Only after he looked over the horse, the familiar bald head reflected the sunshine shinyly, "Master Zhihua?"

The young master was originally attracted by people, but the monk's call just now attracted a lot of attention. The young master's neat movements made him even more eye-catching.

The eyes of the bets made the young man turn blue, he holds the sword tightly in his hands, and his eyes are flickering, "Why are you?"

"Isn't it the monk?" The monk smiled and walked around the horse and came to the young master. He whispered quickly, "Anxin, the monk is not here to catch you."

The young man's face looked even more ugly, and blue veins bulged on the back of his hand holding the hilt of the sword.

Before the sword was about to come out, Monk Zhihua grabbed his right arm, stuck the sword, and shouted loudly, "Brother Yan, you are so bold. Your father is looking for you everywhere, but you ran to Beijing."

It turned out that it was the young master who ran away from home. Passers-by around him were relieved.

The young man was silent and didn't say anything. Zhihua smiled and pulled him to the side of the road. He looked around. Seeing that there were fewer people paying attention, he whispered, "I said, Bai Zeyan, Bai Zeyan, I'm brave enough to do such a big thing."

Bai Zeyan's face turned blue, as if he had been exposed, and was angry and embarrassed. His arms were shaken and he broke free from Zhihua's control.

He looked cold, "Where did I do what?"

Zhihua sighed, "You have done such a big thing and can hide it from others, but you can't hide it from the monk."

"Who said it?" Bai Zeyan asked sternly.

"Don't worry, Brother Bai Wu, that person will not tell others anymore."

A childish voice sounded behind his back. Bai Zeyan turned his head suddenly and saw a familiar smiling face, and a green bald head, "Ai Hu, have you been ordained?"

"Brother Bai Wu, you still remember me. I just shaved my head and didn't have the money to buy a certificate."

The little shakimi smiled and looked innocent, trying to get close to Bai Zeyan, but Bai Zeyan moved his hand and the long sword he carried was unsheathed inch.

A straight blade single edge is not a long sword, but a Tang sword.

Ai Hu was so scared that he took two steps back, "Fifth Brother, what are you doing?"

Bai Zeyan said coldly, "Your thief stays away from me."

"Brother Bai Wu, you are so fond of favor." Ai Hu pretended to be crying, but he turned his hand and a yellow note appeared in his hand. He glanced at it and then looked at it. "Ha, Bai Yutang. What's the name. There is a golden house in the book. If you pass the Jinshi exam, you can have a golden house. Only after you become a Hanlin can you enter Bai Yutang. Brother Bai Wutang, are you going to take the Jinshi exam and become a Hanlin exam?"

Bai Zeyan's face turned blue again, and the long sword was pulled out three inches, and the sharp blade was shining with dark light, "Give me back!"

"It is easy to become a pseudonym but difficult to become a person." Zhihua next to him took the yellow note and returned it to Bai Zeyan. This is the place where the traveler proves his identity. "Your appearance is painted on the sea captain's document and people will look at it more. You can pass through the prefectures and counties, do you think you can hide it?"

"No need to worry." Bai Zeyan said coldly.

"How can you not bother?" Zhihua sighed, "I really don't know what you are thinking? If you don't do military positions, you won't do it. It's better to be free and easy, why bother to trap yourself again."

"Amitabha." Zhihua sighed again, "The monk has said a long time ago that the killing nature must be restrained. Your nature is too evil."

"Monk, you are still so shady. Why are you following this master Ai Hu?" Bai Zeyan was no longer so cold and hard, but looked irritable, but his right hand was still on the hilt of the sword.

The little novice jumped and said, "Food to eat with the master."

Zhihua sighed again, "Brother Yan, you shouldn't stay in Kaifeng Mansion. You should leave after finishing your business."

Zhihua sighed on the left and on the right, as if a fly was buzzing in his ears, Bai Zeyan became more and more irritable, "It's very simple for me to leave the city, but I'm planning to leave if I have something to do!"

Zhihua sighed again, "The monk knows that you have had a place. But how easy it is to open a place now? If you have it, you will still have a place to investigate."

Nowadays, Kaifeng people are easy to travel, so they can just open a pass at the nearest police station. Even in other places, it is very convenient to open a travel certificate in the yamen. Nowadays, traveling far away is mostly by train. The wealthy families in various states and counties who share shares in the railways all hope that the more passengers the better. Any official dares to make things difficult and seek more benefits, and it is good to save his life.

"How are you going?" Bai Zeyan resisted the urge to draw his sword and stared at Zhihua, "Follow me, be careful that you will be regarded as criminals."

Zhihua saluted with one hand, "The monk just came to give Brother Yan a way out."

"Road?" Bai Zeyan sneered proudly, "Where can't I make a way out of my life with just one shot?"

Zhihua shook his head, "You rely too much on martial arts to make your path narrower and narrower."

Bai Zeyan was silent for a moment, suddenly glared, glared back at a person in front of him who was looking to hear the corner of the wall, and then asked in a low voice, "What do you think, monk?"

Zhihua whispered two words, "Submit yourself."

Bai Zeyan glared at his eyes, and a murderous aura burst out, and he said viciously, "Monster, you say, if I surrender, I might save my life?"

Zhihua is neither alarmed nor disturbed, "If you escape from the capital and go far away from the territory, half of you will be able to save your life. But are you willing?"

Bai Zeyan remained silent, but said, "I definitely don't believe Kaifeng Mansion."

"No. He went to the mansion of Mr. Han. The monk knew someone and had a lifelong friendship with the monk. He could arrange it."

Bai Zeyan was silent for a while and asked, "What do you want me to do?"

Zhihua was overjoyed, pulled Bai Zeyan forward, and whispered, "Let me listen to the monk's detailed instructions."

………………………………………

A quarter of an hour later, Ding Zhaolan appeared at the place where the three of them gathered.

Seven or eight constables followed behind him, calling and surging, making a lot of noise, which attracted everyone around him to look at him.

A leading detective pointed to the alley beside the road: "Brother Xiao Yi, that thief should be hiding here."

Ding Zhaolan nodded and ordered: "Everyone ask around."

Two minutes later, the constables who scattered all came back with the information they had found.

"And the gangsters?"

Although he was one step late, Ding Zhaolan was not impatient at all.

"It's okay." He said to his subordinates, "With two more monks, the goal will be even more obvious."

Leading his subordinates, Ding Zhaolan continued to track them down.

Half an hour later, he brought his men to the Bian River.

Across the Bian River, Ding Zhaolan saw at a glance that a young man in white and two monks, one big and one small, were just across the river, and was about to turn around the street.

He looked back and forth, and the Hongqiao crossing the river was a mile away. If you walked along the Hongqiao, it would take a few more minutes. Not far ahead was the city entrance, and there were tiles next to it. Compared to the crowds, it was better to block people on the riverside avenue.

Ding Zhaolan's card, "You go around from the front, you two, walk from the back. They all spread out and cover them with carriages and horses, so that they can't see them."

"Where are you, Brother Xiaoyi?"

"I'll take the shortcut."

Ding Zhaolan took two steps forward and flew forward, crossed the river more than ten feet wide, and jumped onto the boat in the river. The boat swayed, and the passenger screamed. The boatman pointed at Ding Zhaolan and was about to scold him. However, Ding Zhaolan's lower plate was steady. He raised the iron ruler in his hand, suppressed the boatman, and then jumped again and jumped onto a boat next to him. He jumped and jumped between several boats, and several lifts and landed to the place close to the other side.

He took out the iron ruler, showed his identity, and let the shipman approach the river bank. The river surface was one person higher than the river bank. Ding Zhaolan held the iron ruler with his right hand and supported the embankment with his left hand, and then jumped to the shore.

The constables who were obedient to run forward turned around and saw the whole process, and couldn't help but cheer. With such neat skills, there were no few people in the Kaifeng government office. Seeing that Ding Zhaolan had already arrived on the other side, the constables hid in the trees and carriages on the road, and quickly ran towards the Hongqiao in front.

Ding Zhaolan's high-profile crossing of the Bian River has attracted the attention of many people, including Bai Zeyan, Zhihua and Ai Hu.

After landing, Ding Zhaolan did not attack the three of them, but rushed straight to the side, staring at the three of them from the corner of her eyes.

Bai Zeyan and the other two had long been alarmed by Ding Zhaolan's actions. They didn't know whether they were targeting them, so they stopped cautiously, but just like Ding Zhaolan's wishes.

After snatching the three of them in three or two steps, Ding Zhaolan turned her body and stopped her in front of the three of them. Her eyes were staring at the handsome young man in white, "Bai Zeyan?"

Bai Zeyan's right hand had already been placed on the knife handle, and his eyes were condensed in Ding Zhaolan's hand. Constable!

When Bai Zeyan heard Ding Zhaolan telling his name, he thought as he thought, and the long sword was immediately unsheathed. Without saying a word, the long sword slashed out and a sword light lit up.

"So brave!"

Ding Zhaolan stopped shouting, he was ready, and swung the iron ruler and a black shadow immediately came forward.

Knife and ruler attack.

When! A crisp sound.

Bai Zeyan's body was shocked and he couldn't help but take a step back. But he immediately jumped forward, turned his sword and held it with both hands, and chased him from bottom to top.

Ding Zhaolan had already put the iron ruler in front of her and took advantage of the situation to retreat three or four steps in a row, avoiding the pursuit.

Bai Zeyan's sword fell into nothing, without stopping, da, da, da, da, three steps in a row, rushed forward, held the handle of the knife with both hands, roared, and waved the long sword down.

The long sword broke through the wind like a roar, Ding Zhaolan sat on the horse with a heavy waist, and the iron ruler was slanted, and another attack was made, and the blade was swung hard.

The knife and ruler were swung open, and half of Bai Zeyan's body was exposed in front of him. Ding Zhaolan rushed forward, exhaled and punched Bai Zeyan's waist with a punch.

Bai Zeyan twisted his body and raised his foot, avoided the fist, and kicked the iron-toed boots straight towards Ding Zhaolan's calves. The sound was fierce and the stone could be broken.

Ding Zhaolan dared not block it hard, so she stepped on her feet and avoided the kicking attack. She shortened her body and hit Bai Zeyan's lower abdomen with her backhand.

Bai Zeyan was not as good as returning the knife, and the handle of the knife was stumbled downwards, colliding with Ding Zhaolan's elbow.

Dong!

With a muffled sound, the knife and elbow were knocked away.

Ding Zhaolan didn't let Bai Zeyan have a chance to breathe, and he bumped his shoulders, knees, elbows, and clapped them tightly against Bai Zeyan. He used all the short-strike skills. The iron ruler also turned left and right to block the blade and hit the joints.

Bai Zeyan had a long sword in his hand, and could not use it for a while, so he could only cover it with all his strength. However, his blade was sharp and he blocked it horizontally and vertically, forcing Ding Zhaolan to retract his hands and feet several times.

The two of them fought like rabbits rising and falling, and the passers-by were stunned. The monk on the side reacted and hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, "Brother Yan! Bai Zeyan! Stop! Stop!"

Seeing that the two of them were attacking each other, Ding Zhaolan waved the iron ruler and blocked them, and flashed out of the battle circle. Bai Zeyan had no intention of chasing him, and also retreated, pointing his long sword in front of him.
To be continued...