In today's world, the largest city with the largest scale, the largest population, the most prosperous culture, the best medical care, the most famous city is not in the sleeping America, the dark Europe, nor in West Asia, North Africa, these Mesopotamian basins that have nurtured ancient civilizations, are only at the feet of Wang Lun at this moment.

Standing in the center of this most prosperous and prosperous city in the world today, Wang Lun couldn't help but feel a little sad.

This famous city of thousands of years, the ancient capital of the Ten Dynasties, is not only the veritable center of the Song Dynasty, but also the center of economic and cultural exchanges around the world. At this time, it is burning the last foundation of life, and spares no effort to show the unparalleled glory of the Chinese nation to the outside world.

Unfortunately, not long after, the Jin people rising in the Black Mountains and White Waters were about to point their troops here. The scene in front of them, which looked like a fairyland, would be exposed nakedly under the iron hooves of foreign races, burned, plundered, destroyed, and humiliated.

The fate that the people of the Song Dynasty, who were bustling in the streets and shoulder to shoulder, will be used up to usher in all the words that historians can imagine, representing disasters and sufferings.

Wang Lun sighed in his heart.

Unlike Jiao Ting who was only staring at the prosperous and prosperous front of Daxiangguo Temple, his eyes stopped on the ruins beside the temple, which was covered by the noisy atmosphere of the riot of the wilderness.

He turned his head and looked at Yang Zhi and said, "Supervisor, is this the former residence of General Nei?"

Yang Zhi was stunned when he heard this, nodded and sighed, "I don't want the king to... the scholar knows it? This is the ruins of Di Gong's old house back then!" Di Qing was a poor man and made countless military achievements during his lifetime. Later, he became the deputy envoy of the Privy Councilor and was ranked as the chief minister. It can be said that the immortal myth in the hearts of the martial artists of the Song Dynasty. Unfortunately, he was not tolerated by the government and public opinion shortly after he was appointed as the prime minister. He was exiled a few years later and died in depression less than half a year later. His old house in Tokyo was not preserved. He was burned and destroyed in a fire. No one lived there for many years, but became part of the vegetable garden of Daxiangguo Temple.

"The king issued an order to take the heroes, his sword was surrounded by soldiers, his rope was tied up, and his flesh was trembling. Today's heroic soul, yesterday's Great Wall..." Wang Lun shook his head and said lightly.

Seeing that Yang Zhi was just looking at him with deep eyes, Wang Lun sighed, without saying much, and just clasped his fists and said, "I'm going to see you again, I don't know when I will see you again, please take care of me!"

This scene was so touching that Yang Zhi was so moved that he couldn't remember what to call Wang Lun for a moment. After being silent for a long time, he finally said, "Brother, take care of yourself!"

Wang Lun stepped forward and took his hand, instructed: "No matter when it is difficult, the world is difficult, don't forget the brothers in Shandong!"

Yang Zhi nodded heavily, sighed, bid farewell to Wang Lun, and turned around and embarked on the road of fame and fortune.

At this time, Jiao Ting walked up and asked, "Brother, why didn't you invite this hero to go up the mountain to gather together?"

Wang Lun shook his head with great emotion, pointed his hand at the crossroads in front of him and said, "Look at the various connections and people come and go, not everyone chooses the same path!"

Jiao Ting still didn't understand, and looked confused and shook his head violently. Wang Lun smiled and did not force him to stroll around the market. The two walked to the vegetable garden not far from Daxiangguo Temple. Wang Lun remembered the past when Lu Zhishen pulled up the weeping willows and stopped to watch.

Suddenly, I heard someone talking loudly in the ruins not far away. Wang Lun listened carefully, but he heard what he said, "You guys, monk Hua, dare to hang out in this Tokyo city? Haven't eaten enough to beat the Taiwei? In the past, you and I did not violate the rivers, but since Gao Yanei said, I told me to beat you once when I saw you. I was busy a few days ago and I had no time to deal with you guys. Today, I asked you to hit my hands, and at least I asked my fists to make a profit!"

Then another voice came, saying, "Niu Er, you are also a gangster in the market. You are actually a dog with the Gao family. What kind of face does it have to meet us? I'll bah!" Then a wave of contempt came out, and a group of people kept spitting.

"Don't worry, Gao Yanei is still Gao Taiwei. Even though they used to be hang out on the streets, they are rich, powerful and powerful now! What's wrong? They are like you guys who are so incompetent. They steal vegetables in this vegetable garden every day, so how dare they say what their face is!"

"We are just stealing vegetables, and we are like you being a dog! We are still a dog with Gao Qiu, who is a dilapidated person. You are not a good person, but you insist on being a dog with the powerful dog!"

"Oh, I dare to be stubborn, beat me!" The original voice said angrily.

Just after hearing a sound of fighting, Wang Lun turned around and winked with Jiao Ting, the two of them stepped forward and walked into the ruins. They saw two groups fighting each other. One group obviously had the upper hand, and the other group had only more than ten people, and they tried their best to resist.

The rascals who were fighting the game saw a stranger coming in and shouted: "Grandpas, get out of here! If you take another step forward, you guys will be cleaned up together!"

"Whose master are you?" Jiao Ting's muffled voice came from behind Wang Lun.

"It's yours... Oh..." A strong man, who was five or six, stepped forward and provoked with his large number of people. Before he could finish speaking, he saw Jiao Ting step forward and fold his arm joints. A severe pain came, causing him to scream.

The man's scream alarmed the two gangs of ruffians who were fighting, and everyone stopped to look here. Wang Lun looked at the beaten group of people and asked at the two people who looked like they were: "Who is Zhang San, a mouse crossing the street, and who is Li Si, a green grass snake?"

The few people saw that the man behind the white scholar was clever and injured the ruthless character under Niu Er as soon as he made a move. He thought that these two people were afraid that they were friends but not enemies. A man with a bruised nose and swollen face stepped forward and replied respectfully: "The villain is Zhang San, a mouse crossing the street, and the villain is Li Si, a green grass snake!"

Wang Lun nodded with a smile, suddenly changed his face and said, "Call me!"

The mouse Zhang San and the grass snake Li Si were shocked when they said that, and they thought to have offended these two tough characters again. Seeing this, everyone curled up and leaned against the enemy.

But Jiao Ting smiled and rushed into the crowded group. The rascals who were originally expected to watch the show were shocked and rushed forward to resist. However, Jiao Ting snatched up, not caring about the number of people on the other side. He just took the enemy with one move and greeted the opponent's limbs and joints everywhere. With such skills and strength, most of them flew away after just a meeting. They were all lying on the ground and shouting, and they had no power to fight anymore.

When the scoundrel called Niu Er saw it, he took out a sharp-slimming knife from his back. When everyone here saw it, they cursed: "Niu Er, you still have to behave in the rules, and you are fighting on the streets and you are still using a knife. Are you still a hero?"

The Niu Er had never heard of it and approached Jiao Ting carefully. He knew that the man in front of him was a strong enemy, and his subordinates were all rascals who had been hanging on the street for many years and had extremely rich fighting experience, but they were all knocked to the ground by this man in just one move and could not get up again. This scene made him feel fearful and had to use his weapons to enhance his courage.

The two gradually shortened the distance, and Niu Er saw that he saw the opponent's abdomen in such an unfatal position and stabbed him with a knife. Amid the screams of everyone, Jiao Ting was not anxious or impatient, and only used a unique skill passed down from father to son to enter the sword empty-handed.

With a click, the sharp knife fell to the ground, Niu Er's hand suddenly broke. Jiao Ting smiled fiercely and kicked Niu Er's foot sideways. Another sound of bone breakage came. Niu Er's wailing, and his body slid softly to the ground like noodles, and he could never get up again.

Seeing this, Zhang San and Li Si, the mouse crossing the street, seized the opportunity and shouted loudly, leading the ruffians to attack, and the remaining people of Niu Er were urinating. Wang Lun saw that it was almost done and shouted. When Zhang San and Li Si saw each other, they looked at each other and stopped everyone under their command. After all, this was on the ground of the capital. Usually, the ruffians robbed territory and avenged their private revenge. However, if they died, it would be a different matter.

"Get out with your dogs! I will beat you once when you see you!" Jiao Ting said in a muffled voice, imitating the tone of the rascals just now, and returning them to the original words.

When Niu Er and his group walked away, Zhang San and Li Si hurriedly gathered their subordinates and thanked Wang Lun: "Thank you for helping them!" They have been hanging on the streets all year round, and they are the most accurate in seeing people. They can see the master-servant relationship between Wang Lun and Jiao Ting at once.

Wang Lun waved his hand and saw that the place was secluded and there were no outsiders, so he asked, "Is it you who informed the flower monk Lu Zhishen to escape?"

The ruffians looked at each other and said, "It's just a small group of people, and there are many people who can't bear to fight. They convinced the commander Gao, and only more than ten people were left. I didn't want Gao Qiu to let us go. Gao Qiang is still quite entangled! Humph! They are all people walking on the street. I want us to be convinced after a few meals of fighting? Bah..."

Wang Lun laughed and said, "Although you are not capable, you still have some loyalty in your heart, which is quite rare!"

When he saw that Zhang San, a mouse crossing the street, and Li Si suddenly remembered that Wang Lun had just called out his name, and hurriedly asked, "How can the official know that we are so cheap?"

Wang Lun did not answer, but only asked Jiao Ting to take twenty taels of gold and put it on the ground, saying, "You either don't listen to what I said below. If you take the gold, leave first. If you leave today, forget about what happened. But if you keep listening, you dare to leave half of the sentence and let outsiders know, the outcome will be more than just breaking your hands and feet!"
Chapter completed!