The scholar thought about it carefully. It seemed that there was nothing wrong with what he said.
But the problem was, did this matter have anything to do with the two big insects?
His friend continued, "Because the troublemaker Langjun has some background, the county chief did not want to make a big deal out of it. He hoped that the two of them could settle their grievances privately. The troublemaker said, 'Yesterday, I heard from the girls in Wangchun Tower that there were man-eating insects in Zhangjiang Village that were harming the people. Do you think that your mouth is so scary? Why don't we make a bet? Let's see if your mouth can kill those insects, or if the bow in my hand can make them die? You always trample on martial artists. How did the founder of Dongqing start his career? Forgetting his ancestors. '"
The scholar smacked his lips. He suddenly felt that although the troublemaker Langjun's mouth was a little poisonous, he was a real person.
Not to mention anything else, just the fact that he had the guts to kill the insects as a bet showed how heroic he was.
"Then these two big insects … were they hunted by that Langjun?"
"Probably eight or nine out of ten." His friend nodded. "I have a good friend studying at Langye Academy. He has heard about that person. He was born with great strength and was strong enough to lift a cauldron. It is not impossible for him to kill two big insects. On the other hand, I heard that the scholar has been loitering in the brothel. He is lazy and has a lot of wives and concubines in his backyard. He can't even ride a horse or draw a bow, let alone kill the insects. "
As soon as he finished speaking, a few strong men had already carried the two tigers onto the street with some difficulty.
The people on both sides of the street were curious. It was as if a cat was scratching their hearts, but they did not dare to go forward for fear that the tigers would come back to life.
Ding, ding …
The crisp sound of the bell was even clearer. It came from afar. The scholar could not help but open his eyes wide and stared at the source of the sound.
A teenager who was about 15 or 16 years old was leisurely sitting on the back of a horse. He did not even hold the reins. The horse he was riding on was snow-white with strong limbs.
"What a handsome warhorse!"
The scholar sighed.
The teenager on the horse seemed to have heard his compliment. He looked up and caught his gaze, which made the scholar a little embarrassed.
At this moment, he finally saw the young man clearly.
It was different from the wide-sleeved Confucian robes that scholars and scholars liked to wear nowadays. The sleeves were very narrow, but it was also different from what the foreign tribes wore. From the appearance alone, it still retained the distinct characteristics of Dongqing. It should have been modified from the basis of the Confucian robes to make it more convenient for movement.
The young man wore a simple and neat silver ring around his neck. Two sachets and other accessories hung from his waist. He wore a pair of brown, wide-toothed wooden clogs and a pair of snow-white socks. The weather was not very warm, and people with weak bodies would need to put on two more spring clothes before going out. However, this young man did not seem to notice, and his clothes were light and simple.
Looking at the young man's face again, his dark and heroic eyebrows were slightly raised, making his entire face look lively.
As for those eyes …
It was unknown whether it was a psychological effect, but when the scholar met the other party's gaze, he suddenly felt guilty and wanted to avoid it.
It was as if he could see through everything, and no one dared to look at him directly.
The bridge of his nose was high, and his thin lips were slightly curled. He seemed to be smiling but did not, giving people a sense of closeness.
Even the most picky person could only say that he was a handsome young man when looking at this plain face without any makeup.
The snow-white warhorse was also extraordinary. There was a bloody bow and arrow on the horse's back. Even though it was surrounded and discussed by so many people, it did not move at all. It was like it was taking a leisurely stroll, and its owner seemed to be at ease with the reins.
The man and the horse were actually such a good match.
As the scholar thought about it, he suddenly realized that the young man was holding something in his arms.
"Ah, that's the cub of the big worm."
The people with sharp eyes widened their eyes. They realized that the thing in the young man's arms was wriggling slightly, and a head popped out.
It looked like a milk cat, with its eyes slightly closed and its mouth contentedly, as if it was very comfortable to be held by the young man.
However, if one looked closely, they would realize that it was not a milk cat at all, but a tiger cub that had just been born a few days ago.
The young man did not care about the discussions of the people around him. He let the strong men carry the two tigers all the way to the door of a certain house.
The young man looked at the plaque hanging on the door of the house. There were two gatekeepers outside looking in curiously. She rolled up her horsewhip and pointed it at the plaque. She said arrogantly, "Walk around this house a few times. Every time you walk around, you'll pay half a dozen more coins!"
The scholar and his friend, urged by their curiosity, also came over to watch the show. Seeing the young man's actions, they were suddenly stunned.
The scholar felt like he was dreaming. He murmured, "This is … too arrogant."
Even if he was stupid and did not know who the owner of the house was, he could guess some things just by looking at the young man's actions.
It turned out that the owner of the house was the family of the scholar that was choked by the young man that day, right?
Asking the strong men to carry the two tigers around the house to show off … This was a slap in the face right at the door of the house!
So arrogant, why don't you go to heaven?
Haha, if the audience in the streaming room could hear the inner voice of the scholar, they would probably chuckle.
Their streamer had always been arrogant. She stayed in the sky and never came down.
Yes, the young man on the horseback was Jiang Pengji.
Laosiji Lianmeng: "# propping chin, the streamer always causes trouble. This unlucky child is probably so scared that he doesn't dare to jump out."
Chun Lie: "Hahaha, although it's not the first time I've seen the streamer being arrogant, every time I see it, I feel especially good."
Dashu Xiaobing: "# picking nose, what can I do? His brain is filled with too much water. The streamer is just kind enough to beat the water out of his brain. You didn't see the situation at Tianya Gathering. The more you talk, the more you go overboard. It was the Nansheng King's own fault, but he has to deceive himself and push the blame onto others. Just wait and see, the current Dongqing will soon follow in Nansheng's footsteps … "
The bullet screen in the streaming room was densely packed. The virtual screen was more than twice as big as before. The decorations on the frame of the streaming room were also more complicated and gorgeous.
Jiang Pengji rode on the horseback. She held the horsewhip in her right hand and lightly tapped the palm of her left hand.
After the few strong men walked two rounds around the huge house, Jiang Pengji sneered softly.
"This is courage? What a joke! " Jiang Pengji pointed at the door and said to the surrounding people who were watching the show, "Anyone with a bit of courage should rush out with a group of servants. Even if they can't win, they have to vent their anger. If everyone in Dongqing is a coward, Nansheng will be a good example. Fight with me? Pick up your own bones first, then talk! Coward! "
"Let's go home!" Jiang Pengji cracked the whip in the air with a cold face. Then, under her control, the snake-like whip obediently retracted. That was a beautiful move. She laughed heartily and bowed to the people around her. "The skin of these two big worms is not bad. It can be used to make a tiger skin cloak. As for the meat, if the people in the village care about it, they can come over and have a taste. "
Some people knew Jiang Pengji, but some didn't.
"Which family's Langjun is this?"
Jiang Pengji's sharp ears heard them. She turned her head to look in that direction and spoke to the people who spoke.
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