The south gate was finally left far behind, and the pedestrians on the official road gradually began to become sparse.

Su Chunhua, who lifted the curtain of the carriage, saw Pei Changhao's face still serious on the horse's back, and he held back and said nothing.

Putting down the curtain, Su Chunhua looked at Su Chungui and spoke in a low voice.

"Su Chungui, don't you find it strange? Brother Chang Hao has never had a smile since last night. Has it happened to me? If we wait for a break, we should ask if there is any trouble, we should also help."

Before Su Chunhua could finish speaking, Su Chungui shook his head.

"Brother Chunhua, since Brother Hao doesn't say it, I won't ask. If there is really something big, Brother Hao will definitely tell us."

Su Chunhua looked at Su Chungui and was quite discouraged, but he couldn't speak up and continued to say something.

A somewhat dilapidated pavilion not far from the front of the official road attracted Pei Changhao's attention.

In ancient times, there was such a pavilion outside most county towns, called the Ten Mile Long Pavilion. Most of them were places where relatives and friends stopped farewelling, or scholars took the exam to bid for farewell and blessings. Local officials usually prayed for blessings at the Ten Mile Long Pavilion when they took office, and later they continued to serve as local chief officials, and other local officials and gentry welcomed them.

Every few years, local governments spend money on repairing the ten-mile pavilion.

This long pavilion is very dilapidated and should have not been repaired for some years. Perhaps because the county government has no source of money, it is because it has no intention of repairing the pavilion.

The dilapidation of the pavilion represents the decline of the county town to a certain extent. It can be seen that the years of conquests have severely damaged Xiazhou and Huaiyuan County.

It took only a few days to leave Heluo Village. Pei Changhao was far from able to form a comprehensive understanding and impression of the situation at the end of the Tang Dynasty. However, his feelings have always been bad. An era of frequent wars and violent turmoil is about to occur, it will never be an era of peace and peace.

This gave Pei Changhao a clearer understanding. When traveling to the end of the Tang Dynasty, how to survive was the first priority. As for the great achievements, enjoying wealth and honor, everything must be put to the next step.

After breathing a long breath, Pei Changhao stopped the carriage, and after getting off the horse, he handed the reins to Su Chungui beside him.

"I'll go to Shilichangting to see it. You can wait here for a while."

Pei Changhao walked towards the direction of the pavilion. Su Chunhua hesitated for a moment, hurriedly followed, and also headed towards the pavilion.

Pei Changhao turned his head and looked at Su Chunhua.

"Brother Chunhua, I sold the Mongolian horse yesterday. Do you have some ideas?"

Su Chunhua was stunned for a moment and shook her head repeatedly.

"Brother Chang Hao, what are you saying? I have no idea, nothing at all. Besides, you gave me fifty taels of silver."

Pei Changhao smiled slightly.

"Brother Chunhua, just say what you have. Don't keep it in your heart. If you hold it in your heart, there will always be times when your thoughts break out. So if you have any uncomfortable things or things you can't figure out, just say it out directly. Yesterday you wanted to follow me to the market, but I didn't agree. Although you have been to the county town, you have studied in the school and rarely come into contact with other things outside. You can go to the market just by chance. The county town market is full of all kinds of people, and no one knows what you will encounter."

"As for selling Mongolian horses, I explained it yesterday, there is no need to say it."

"Brothers Chunhua, brothers are united, and their strength is broken. Only when our hearts are thought together and our strength is used together can we be invincible."

"I emphasize some words again. You and Su Chungui follow me out and go out for fun. Everything must be listened to me. I don't want any accidents to affect the friendship between our brothers. I have said these words in Heluo Village, but you don't seem to remember them very clearly."

Su Chunhua's face turned a little red and her body became stiff and unnatural.

Pei Changhao patted Su Chunhua on the shoulder.

"Brother Chunhua, let's go to Changting to worship together, hoping that we will go smoothly in the future, turning bad luck into good fortune, and hope that all our goals can be achieved."

...

When the carriage stopped, a cold light burst out from Pei Changhao's eyes.

In front of the official road, there were three horse riders. The person on the left was a middle-aged man with a fleshy face. The horse he rode was the Mongolian horse traded by Pei Changhao. The man in the middle was thin, with a long face, and rode a river curved horse. The man on the right was a sharp mouth and monkey cheek, which gave people a very uncomfortable feeling. The person riding was also the Mongolian horse traded by Pei Changhao.

The three of them were holding cold steel knives in their hands.

There is no one seen on the official road, and the front and back are empty.

The coachman's face turned pale and his body trembled. Of course, he understood what he had encountered.

Su Chunhua and Su Chungui jumped out of the carriage at the same time and came to Pei Changhao. They knew the two Mongolian horses.

"Brother Chang Hao, did they buy Mongolian horses? What do they want to do when they stay here?"

"What else can I do if I kill someone and intercept the goods? I didn't expect that they are so patient. Brother Chunhua and Chungui, please stop the coachman and don't let the coachman run away. We will still have to hurry up later."

Su Chunhua's face turned pale, her body trembled, and she opened her mouth and didn't know what to say.

Su Chungui was better, so he turned his head and looked at the three people in the middle of the official road, and the light of hatred shot out from his eyes.

Pei Changhao's expression was quite relaxed and he could not tell the tension. He clasped his fists at the three people in front of him.

"Three people, I have been waiting for a long time. I bought two Mongolian horses and a carriage. I have made a lot of money. Are you still not satisfied?"

The middle-aged man with a fat face smiled coldly.

"Little brother, please be aware of your feelings. I hand over all the money and keep your body."

When the middle-aged man was talking, Pei Changhao had already pulled out the steel knife from his waist and rushed forward.

Seize the offensive opportunity and start first, and there is nothing nonsense to say.

At a distance of about ten meters, the horse rushed over in just two or three seconds.

The three of them obviously did not expect that Pei Changhao, who looked gentle, would suddenly launch an attack. Although they had been prepared for a long time, they had no time to rush forward at this time, so they could only raise the steel knife in their hands to resist.

Pei Changhao's first target was a middle-aged man with a fat face, but when he rushed over, his steel knife pointed at the long-faced man in the middle.

The blade flashed, and in the midst of the TV flames, Pei Changhao's body tilted slightly to the left, avoiding the long-faced man who was swinging the knife, and headed towards the middle-aged man with a fleshy face.

The middle-aged man with a fat face was pulling the reins and was rushing towards him, trying to stop Pei Changhao's attack and helping the long-faced man to clear the siege. Unexpectedly, the steel knife in Pei Changhao's hand suddenly waved towards him.

A short scream appeared, and a blood splattered out. The middle-aged man with a fleshy face had thrown away the steel knife in his hand, covered his neck with his hands, stared at Pei Changhao who was flashing by...

Only the world's martial arts are fast and cannot be broken.

Pei Changhao is good at it. After traveling through time, he practices hard every day, focusing on improving the speed of his offense.

Of course, people with long faces and middle-aged people with fat faces also have the idea of ​​underestimating the enemy. They think that Pei Changhao is just a playboy in the countryside, embroidered pillows and has no practical ability. When they see their formation, they may be so scared that they dare not move.

The middle-aged man with a fat face fell off his horse's back and twitched on the ground a few times, and he saw no movement.

The long-faced man's face turned pale in an instant, and he raised the steel knife in his hand. The sharp-mouthed man with monkey cheeks widened his eyes. Both of them looked at Pei Changhao in front, and all his attention was focused on Pei Changhao.

"Bang..."

"ah..."

An oval stone roared over and hit the bridge of the long-faced person's nose. Blood flowed down the nostrils. The long-faced person's left hand loosened the reins, covered his nose, screamed repeatedly, and his body began to tremble violently...

The opportunity must not be lost, and the crisp sound of horse hooves sounded. Pei Changhao rushed forward, and the steel knife in his hand swung over again. A stream of blood splattered in the air. The body of the long-faced person on the horse's back no longer shook and fell straight off the horse's back.

The man with sharp mouth and monkey cheeks was obviously scared and did not move.

"My husband, please spare me. They are all going to kill you. It has nothing to do with me..."

"Bang..."

"Ouch..."

A stone roared and hit the forehead of the pointed-mouthed monkey-chessed man. He fell off the horse's back in an instant and fell heavily to the ground.

Su Chungui, holding a slingshot, had already walked forward.

Pei Changhao looked at Su Chungui, and a look of praise appeared in his eyes.

Su Chunhua, whose face was flushed, pulled out the steel knife, his body trembled slightly, and walked forward step by step.

"Brother Chunhua, do it, don't leave a living."

"Swish..."

A cold light flashed by, and the man with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek lay on the ground and stopped moving.

Holding the steel knife in his hand, Su Chunhua began to retreat...

Not far away, the coachman watched all this and sat limply on the ground, not daring to let out.

Pei Changhao dismounted the horse and handed the reins to Su Chungui. He walked forward and checked one by one whether the three of them were completely dead.

All three of them were killed with one knife, and the middle-aged man with a fat face was still staring at him.

"Su Chungui asked the coachman to come over, find a place next to the official road, and buried the three people."

The body trembled violently. After vomiting, the coachman still carried the body and headed to the side of the official road. The tool he used to dig the soil was a steel knife. Although the speed was slower, it was better than nothing. Of course, the coachman also got the benefits, that is, the money on the three of them belonged to him.

"Su Chungui, I didn't expect your slingshot to be so accurate."

"Brother Hao, when I was at home, I had to practice slingshot every day. I couldn't even lift my arms if I hit them in the first few days."

"Okay, very good, I have to practice along the way..."

More than an hour passed, and the coachman finally buried all three of them.

When Su Chunhua walked over, her face was still pale.

"Brother Chunhua, everyone has their first time. It won't take long to get used to it."

Su Chunhua nodded hurriedly, then shook her head.

"Chang, Brother Hao, I will definitely not do this next time..."

Wu Changhao waved his hands at Su Chunhua and Su Chungui.

"Buy the carriage, ask the carriageman to go back to the county town, tell him not to say anything, otherwise, just like the fate of these three people, the Hequ horse will be Su Chungui, and the other two Mongolian horses will be temporarily ridden by Su Chunhua, and after arriving in Xiazhou, they will all be sold."
Chapter completed!