Jiaohua

The heavy snow stopped at night, but the wind became stronger. The strong wind howled in the cold sky of the north, bringing frost and snow particles from the mountains and grasslands, and it was so vast that the world was covered with white hair again.

The next day, the sky was overcast and it took a long time for the sun to appear. When it did, it was almost overhead.

The entire Qingquan Town was busier and more crowded than the day before. People from the north came in waves. After hearing about the war, they did not dare to leave the city easily. A large number of merchants gathered here, and there was almost no place to stay in the market.

After a morning of hard work, Sun Congli contacted another caravan.

Xia Zhaoxue and Qian Dahe were sent outside the city to count yesterday's goods.

The goods were divided into three parts and stored in the warehouses of three different trading companies. They had to take out half of the goods from one of the trading companies and hand them over to that caravan. The caravan could not take the extra goods.

Ten temporarily hired carts were waiting outside, six of which were snatched away by people at high prices. Qian Dahe was so angry that he wanted to go out and argue, but his accent was not standard and would easily be exposed, so he had to give up.

After Xia Zhaoxue finished counting the goods, he found that there were only four carts left. Because he spoke authentic Northern Yuan dialect, he was the only one who had to go and look for more.

Qian Dahe waited there for a long time, but only a cart came to look for him, but there was no sign of Xia Zhaoxue.

Upon inquiry, it was learned that a little boy's feet were crushed by the cart team. In order to hire them, Xia Zhaoxue asked them to transport the goods first, and he was held there as a hostage.

Because this batch of goods is very important, Qian Dahe can only ignore Xia Zhaoxue for the time being. He immediately takes people to load the goods and has to go to the caravan to hand over the goods.

The little boy's feet were pressed and he kept crying in pain.

Xia Zhaoxue folded his hands over his chest, stood aside coldly, looking into the distance. The crying did not affect him at all.

The little boy's family members kept coaxing him, and passers-by cast many glances at him. Many of them came up to him with concern and asked what had happened. Some even took out goat milk candies and tried to cheer the little boy up.

An old man came over and asked to help take a look at the little boy's feet.

The thick sheepskin boots were taken off, and the old man said that the injury did not look serious and would not be a big deal and could be easily treated.

As he said that, the old man squatted over the group of little boys and started massaging them.

Xia Zhaoxue frowned slightly at this time and looked down at the old man's technique.

This massage technique was definitely learned in China.

Also, the locations he massaged were very accurate.

Xia Zhaoxue had served in the army for many years and had experience in treating the wound on the little boy's foot, but he would never help a Northern Yuan person, even if he was just a child.

The chivalrous spirit in his body had long since cooled.

Under the old man's massage, the boy's crying gradually stopped, but the boy's family did not want to let Xia Zhaoxue go easily and still stared at him, ready to exchange for an expensive ransom.

Xia Zhaoxue was not in a hurry. He knew that Qian Dahe would not be able to get away for at least two hours, and he did not need Qian Dahe to really save him. Once a new group of people around him had seen his face, he would kill this family.

The old man stood up and said with a smile: "Okay, it's almost done. Remember to apply the medicine for bruises and sprains. You will be fine in less than half a month."

After saying this, the old man raised his hand and whistled in front of his lips.

"Wang Wang Wang!"

Suddenly, several long-haired black dogs ran out from the northwest corner, running very fast, wagging their tails as they ran, and pounced on the old man, rubbing enthusiastically under his palms.

Xia Zhaoxue raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking that he was the person Qian Dahe saw at the window, surrounded by a circle of dogs, barking at anyone who approached him.

After the dogs arrived, the old man turned to look at Xia Zhaoxue and said with a smile, "Sorry to have kept you waiting."

Xia Zhaoxue looked at him expressionlessly: "What do you mean?"

"Are you going to continue pretending with me? Don't you think you were too calm just now, which was abnormal?"

"Noisy," Xia Zhaoxue replied in fluent Northern Yuan dialect, looking up at the busy traffic ahead, "Get away from me. If you look at me again, I'll dig out your eyes, old man."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man suddenly attacked Xia Zhaoxue's face at an extremely fast speed.

The old man's movements were extremely fast. Although Xia Zhaoxue's skills were not bad, he was not prepared for his sudden attack and was unable to block it.

Xia Zhaoxue was startled and quickly turned his head to avoid it. Fortunately, the old man was not attacking his eyes, but the beard on his face.

The old man grabbed the beard on Xia Zhaoxue's face and pulled it out hard.

It can't be pulled off and is very strong.

The old man paused: "Is this true?"

Xia Zhaoxue said coldly: "Don't you know that this will hurt?"

The old man asked again: "Is your beard real?"

Xia Zhaoxue said: "Then I'll come and see yours!"

After saying that, he started to tear the beard off the old man's face at a faster speed.

He was not so "merciful" and he struck the old man very hard, tearing off a handful of his white beard, causing the old man to scream in pain.

The dogs around the old man immediately bared their teeth at Xia Zhaoxue and barked loudly.

The old man's eyes were filled with tears. He covered his chin and glared at Xia Zhaoxue: "Who are you?"

Xia Zhaoxue threw away the beard in his hand: "The one who pulled hair and fought with you in the street." "No, you are very skilled, and you act too calm, you are unusual!"

"What should we do?" Xia Zhaoxue sneered, "Go and report to the police to have me arrested."

"Tell me! Who are you?" the old man still shouted stubbornly.

He stared at Xia Zhaoxue's bright and clear eyes. Some people's temperament is really different from ordinary people, which can be seen at a glance.

Even though this person is wearing thick clothes and robes, has unkempt hair and a dirty face, and speaks loudly and roughly, when he stands there, he can be distinguished from everyone around him at a glance.

Xia Zhaoxue narrowed his eyes slightly, showing murderous intent: "Old man, today you provoked me, not me provoking you. If you bother me again, I will kill one of your dogs first, then kill your second dog. After I kill them all one by one, I will slowly deal with you."

The old man slowly retreated, his eyes becoming vicious and fierce. He suddenly raised his hand and whistled an attack command: "Go!"

All the mastiffs barked wildly and pounced towards Xia Zhaoxue.

Xia Zhaoxue picked up the long broom next to him and started hitting it randomly, roaring and shouting, using the most primitive brute force and speed to drive it away.

The little boy's family huddled in a corner in fear, hugging the boy tightly.

The old man was yelling outside, constantly sending instructions, pointing at Xia Zhaoxue: "Bite him! Go ahead! Tear him apart!"

The mastiffs became more and more ferocious and their attacks were fierce, but they couldn't get close to Xia Zhaoxue at all.

As they bit the broom, it became balder and balder, and then the stick hit them even more painfully.

Suddenly, the mad and completely out-of-control mastiffs turned around and attacked the little boy's family nearby.

"It's him!" The old man pointed at Xia Zhaoxue, "Bite him! It's him!!"

Xia Zhaoxue roared and hit a mastiff's head repeatedly with a wooden stick, causing it to bleed and fall to the ground with a howl.

The stick also broke.

The death of their companion was not enough to scare the other mastiffs; they would only pounce on them more ferociously.

Xia Zhaoxue was even faster. He rushed forward and poked the broken half of the stick into the throat of a mastiff.

He risked his life to kick another mastiff's head with his right foot.

When he was still young, he was full of energy and taught many of his friends and relatives that if they were targeted by vicious dogs, they must remember to protect themselves and not be bitten by them.

The most frightening thing about vicious dogs is their teeth. Their teeth are not as tall as humans, but their bite force is amazing. Once bitten by them, the more vicious the dog is, the more reluctant it is to let go, and they will bite until the moment of death.

Be sure to deal with them quickly before they bite you.

Now, Xia Zhaoxue quickly got rid of the three fierce dogs.

He picked up the other half of the stick on the ground, and heard the sound of the little boy and his family being bitten and attacked by several other mastiffs.

Xia Zhaoxue was sweating profusely, but he didn't breathe, and looked at the old man fiercely.

The old man was stunned and couldn't believe it.

Xia Zhaoxue gripped the half-broken stick tightly and suddenly rushed towards the old man.

The old man was frightened and hurriedly called back the remaining mastiffs and turned around and ran away.

Qian Dahe said he was lame, but now he runs very fast and there is no sign of lameness at all.

A few vicious dogs were leading the way, and the crowd in front fled in panic. Some people fell off their horses, and some carts overturned, with the goods spilling all over the ground.

The large market outside the city suddenly became lively.

I'm used to seeing vicious dogs chasing and biting people, but this is the first time I've seen a person chasing several vicious dogs, including mastiffs half a person's height.

The old man was running while shouting at people to get out of the way. Although he looked to be in his seventies or eighties, his steps were very agile.

Xia Zhaoxue didn't expect that the old man could run so fast.

Whether it was the former Xia Family Army or the current Zhenwu Camp, Xia Zhaoxue was always one of the fastest runners, but he could only watch the old man widen the distance between him and him.

Not to mention the mastiffs in front of the old man. Dogs always run faster than humans, not to mention they are large mastiffs.

While running, Xia Zhaoxue stopped and stared at the old man's footwork with his black eyes without blinking.

This footwork...

Xia Zhaoxue frowned. Wasn't this the Zui Xiaoyao that his sister had practiced for a long time before she died? She had obviously practiced it very well, but she always claimed that she was not proficient enough.

The reason why Xia Zhaoxue looked familiar was that when she came back from Liling, she always asked him to practice with her.

The old man's footwork is truly unskilled, but compared to ordinary people, it is good enough.

Also, my sister can only dodge in the shortest possible time, but this old man can persist much longer and run so far.

Just now the old man kept asking him who he was. Now, Xia Zhaoxue wanted to ask who the old man was. (End of this chapter)