The descendants of Taiwu are very famous

Chapter 204
On the main road at the foot of Dayuan Mountain, Dangdang rested his chin with his left hand while tugging at the reins with his right hand.

"Miss Dangdang, isn't it good for us to run out like this?" Ning Shuning frowned slightly as she watched the big and small Yuanshan gradually shrinking.

He slapped Hache loudly, "What's wrong, of course I have to leave now, if he is pestered by that money-hungry leader, he will definitely not let it go, besides, those dead and injured Yuanshan sect disciples I didn’t do it, it’s because they are not good at learning.”

Xiang Dangdang felt that it was really a wrong decision for him to come to Yuanshan and Yuanshan this time. The phase axis in his body was not evil at all, and he even caused a commotion.

Thinking of the black shadow that Xiangshu transformed in the stone prison just now, there was a trace of haze in the heart of Dangdang.

This thing is really lingering, so the Yuanshan School's stone prison is useless, what should I do?

At this moment, a pair of jade hands stretched out and gently held Dang Dang's arms.

Rang Dangdang turned his head to look, and saw Ning Shuning's eyes full of encouragement. "Dangdang sister, no matter what happens, I will be by your side."

"Are you really not going back? Your son is waiting for you." Dangdang still didn't want Ning Shuning to run around with her.

"The legs are on my body, so I can follow if I want." Ning Shuning stretched out her arms and hugged Dangdang tightly.

"Hey, there must be a way for the car to go to the mountain, go to Kongsangpai." Dang Dang scratched Ning Shuning's nose lightly, lightly waved the reins in his hand, and the carriage accelerated and walked forward.

Kongsang Yaowang Sect is located in the northernmost snow mountain in Liaoyang, Liaodong.Xiang Dangdang departed from the Yuanshan faction in Shanxi to Liaodong, just passing through the city of Gyeonggi.

Although Xiangshu was born and the world was in turmoil, the capital city of Gyeonggi was not affected at all, and it was still a prosperous scene. The streets were full of people, bustling with people, and the shouts of shops were like a competition.

Driven by the crowd, the resounding carriage slowly moved forward.

"This capital city is really lively. I've never seen so many people before." Excited Ning Shuning looked at the surrounding scenery, feeling that her eyesight was not enough.

Xiang Dangdang didn't care about the scenery of the capital at all, she was very dissatisfied with the crowd blocking her way. "If I had known how crowded the city was, I might as well have taken a long detour. If I walk at this speed, I'm afraid I won't be able to get out of the south gate when it gets dark."

"Miss Dangdang, the Shaolin Temple seems to be not far from the capital, how about we turn around and see the macho lacquer sculpture?" Ning Shuning said, resting her head on Dangdang's shoulder.

"What are you going to, don't go."

"Miss Dangdang, why are you so cold-blooded, she is a piece of flesh that fell from your body." Ning Shuning was very dissatisfied with Dangdang's indifferent attitude.

"Children and grandchildren have their own blessings, and besides, Youxinzhi is taking care of her, don't worry, there is nothing wrong with it." At this moment, Dangdang has no extra time to waste on it.

While the two were chatting, Xiang Dang suddenly noticed that the crowd outside suddenly dispersed.

"Oh, there's a way! Hurry up." With a light wave of the rein in Dang Dang's hand, the carriage under her accelerated and squeezed through the crowd.

Right in the crowd, passing over the piles of people's heads, Dangdang immediately understood why the street that had been crowded just now was suddenly vacant.

I saw that in the open space in the distance, a group of rascals were surrounding a 50-year-old woman and beating them continuously.

Seeing this scene, the crowd next to them began to discuss indignantly.

"These people are really wicked to the point of smoking, and such people can be dealt with."

"That's right, bullying garbage."

"These people will definitely have sons without assholes in the future."

Hearing the voices on the side of the road getting louder, one of the rascals, a man with a dragon tattooed on his neck, stopped what he was doing and turned around and yelled at the crowd next to him, "Who the hell is barking there!! Get out of here!" Come out, I will show you the blood!"

Hearing the discussion nearby, it immediately became much quieter, and the Wenlong rascal spat on the ground fiercely. "Bah, a bunch of wimps."

He turned around and kicked the old woman hard again. "Old man, you dare to borrow money from us and refuse to pay it back. You are really good at it."

After finishing talking about the Wenlong rogue, he raised the bamboo stick in his hand and slapped the old woman's head fiercely.

There was a crisp "pop", and the old woman's shriveled face instantly swelled up like a steamed bun.

These rascals have been hanging around on the streets for many years. Do they know how to beat people without hurting their bones? This person can't die, and no one will pay them back when he dies.

"Stop!!" A brown monk squeezed out from the crowd

"Oh, I seem to have seen this monk somewhere before." Dangdang tilted his head, looking at the familiar monk in the distance.

Ning Shuning thumped Dangdang sullenly. "Who else could it be? Isn't he the monk Lang Yi in Shaolin Temple? Back then you were all... You were all like that, but Miss Dangdang actually forgot about him."

After Ning Shuning's reminder, she suddenly realized that she clapped her hands vigorously. "Oh~ I remembered, isn't this the same young man who wanted to be a hero back then?"

Xiang Dangdang immediately remembered the little monk who had fulfilled his wish and became a ringing man.

"Oh, so many years have passed, the head of the little radish has grown so big. But his face is still as white as before." Xiang Dangdang commented on his former "good friend" with emotion on his face.

"Under the Lang Lang universe, how can you bully the weak like this!!" Lang Yi put the bowl in his hand on the ground, pulled out the long stick behind him, and prepared to rush to do justice for the sky.

Seeing that this extraordinary monk was about to rush over, the dragon-pattern rascal immediately took out a piece of paper from his pocket.

"Hey, hey, master, take a good look at it. This is an IOU. It is clearly written on it. It is only natural to pay back the debt."

Lang Yi hesitantly took the blank paper over, only to see that it was written on the white paper, today I, Mao Cuihua, borrowed Zhang Dachun seventy five taels of silver on January [-]th of the Wuchen year, and on June [-]th of this year, A total of [-] taels of silver will be repaid with the principal and interest. If the repayment of the principal is delayed, the principal will be doubled.

"See, this is my handprint, this is the old woman's handprint, we are the ones who suffer, she is the one who doesn't pay back the money she owes." Zhang Dachun took the IOU and explained to Lang Yi.

The old woman with a bloody head stood up with difficulty, and said tremblingly: "I... paid it back, but when I went to look for you at your place on the [-]th, there was no one there. "

(End of this chapter)