Chapter 769

To be exact, those who appear in front of Lu Zhengkang are not real bandits, but local vagabonds, or Rangers. There may be a Chengjiang post in front of him, which is a prosperous local town. These Rangers come from Chengjiang post.

The leader stood up and looked up and down at Lu Zhengkang. He was a wild man with clean hair, bright eyes and healthy figure.

"You, where are you from?" He patted Lu Zhengkang's abdominal muscles.

"The shore of the East China Sea." Lu Zhengkang controls the black iron slurry to avoid the beat of the Ranger leader. The red iron slurry is like a snake swimming on his body surface. It is hidden under his clothes to avoid shocking the world. He is always a grounded air practitioner who takes care of the worldview of ordinary people.

The Ranger leader said, "it's very strong. It's promising. Oh, boy, did you enter the house?"

"No

"Savage?"

"Not either."

"Where do you want to go?" The Rangers gathered around him, and the leader circled around Lu Zhengkang.

"Fengcheng." When Lu Zhengkang scratched his scalp, he had no dandruff or lice. All he had was the smell of sweat and sea salt from the sun, which reminded people of the warm wind blowing from the sea at sunset.

"That place, are you going to make a living? If it is, you might as well stay in Chengjiang, we will take you to meet some elder brothers and sisters, and we will be happy every day. You don't look like you're going there to have fun, my good friend. I can tell you that you are not familiar with the world and don't understand the dangers in the world. Although everyone says Fengcheng is good, ordinary people can't find a place to stay even if they go there for ten days and a half. In the end, they often starve to death in the street. You see, it's almost winter, and you are still wearing a single coat.

"You said that you are not rich. Why don't you take a rest here first? I really want to go to Fengcheng and let my brother introduce you to Fengcheng sheriff's home. I have a lot of money every month." The leader was smiling.

Deer is happy, "that's good."

In the next few days, Lu Zhengkang became a bandit in Chengjiang. No, it's not lucky to say so. In fact, he is just a social idle person here. The leader of the Ranger, nicknamed junsanlang, is a charming and elegant man. Usually, he doesn't do harm to the countryside. Their main job is to find out the immigrants. People like Lu Zhengkang, who are homeless and have strength, are invited to join in.

Lu Zhengkang has a temporary house, which is the ancestral house of a Ranger brother. He vacates a room, cleans up his bedding and belongings, and gives him shelter.

There is a piece of tile to cover his head. This is the minimum requirement of Lu Zhengkang for housing. As long as it is met, he has no complaints. Ranger's life is more leisurely than when he was in charge of the red sky in the fishing village.

In the daytime, when we are together, practicing martial arts and wandering in the street, we are all good families. Our neighbors know each other. As a spontaneous security team, the Rangers of Chengjiang post are still respected. Some of them even do small business. The omnivorous food shop provides them with daily food, which is also a family meal.

Rangers enjoy this kind of family meal. Even if their mother sets the table, they often don't go back.

There was another gathering place in the eastern suburb of the town. It used to be a Taoist temple and a temple for descendants. Later, overnight, the master and apprentice in the Taoist temple were killed by the thieves, and their bodies were thrown at the door, and their heads disappeared. Therefore, the Ranger cleaned up the place and built several brick houses next to the main hall. He could play games here at ordinary times and rest here at night.

Lu Zhengkang made Wuweizi into a green black iron bracelet, which was used by him to bind his long hair. It was about the size of a finger and hung on his back neck. He tied the loose hair together, and then it poured out like a waterfall. From behind, it was a chic girl.

He should have been at the right age, but who will give him the crown? He didn't have this idea himself. After all, he was not an ancient man. When people asked him if he had any words, Lu Zhengkang said he had not.

Junsanlang said that he can ask the gentleman in the town to give him a word. Lu Zhengkang knows that in this era, word expression is an indispensable address for people to communicate with. But he was really not interested in giving himself a new name, so he said, let's forget it. No one can give me a new name.

This kind of behavior is very impolite, but he was praised by the Rangers for his worldly spirit. Junsanlang said in private, brothers, don't despise Lu Ge'er because he has no parents. A good man will do something.

In fact, the so-called elder brother and sister in the town are prostitutes. Chengjiang post has no special place for romance, but there are troupes for singing. Children are not allowed to go, and married men often avoid it. Most of the people in GouLan are hard-working people living in the town. They are not good at singing opera. Only a few old beggars know how to play musical instruments. Young women earn money by selling sex.

The poor people have their own way of living. The place of xiajiuliu is often dirty. However, in Chengjiang post, a place full of fish and rice, there is still enough human feelings. The people in GouLan are brothers and sisters to each other. They recognize their mother and grandmother, their grandfather and grandfather. They are a united, morally twisted and happy family.

Junsanlang often comes here, not only by himself, but also with his men. When Lu Zhengkang first came here, he could see that there were demons in the hoop. They could turn into demons. They were rare and complex. It seemed that they were gifted. Looking around, he saw an old man who played huqin. It was a weasel.Lu Zhengkang's Qi mechanism was not carefully covered in front of the people who had the same accomplishments. In particular, he still had three inches of mana around him. He was always doing the five elements harmonizing. The weasel spirit recognized it at a glance and did not dare to move. Lu Zhengkang shook his head at it, and the other side immediately understood it. If he didn't defend his mouth, he would be the first.

Sitting in the dark teahouse, the big hall is in the shape of Hui. The stage is in the middle. The sun shines in and shines brightly. There are old eight immortals tables, benches, big bowls of tea and snacks under the eaves. It's the best place to get up early and listen to music.

Junsanlang sits next to Lu Zhengkang. His eyes are focused on the actors on the stage. They sing "the case of Su Gong's death". This is the original story here. Su Gong is a county magistrate with moral integrity who wants to kill the fox spirit.

She is the only one in this group who has the basis of traditional opera and can sing well. However, Lu Zhengkang is not a fan of traditional opera. His minimum requirement for the so-called singing skill is not to run out of tune. If the singer has a good voice, it will be enough to make Lu Zhengkang happy.

Junsanlang just stares. The thin powder on Hu jianu's face can't cover the whole face. Some places are smeared thinly, and there are fine hairs. In the dazzling sunlight, these fine hairs are like a layer of shimmering light. They are crystal trees growing on beautiful women's faces. They will never make people feel rough and unbearable. On the contrary, they can make people's hearts itch with the hairs It itches.

When Lu Zhengkang sips tea, the underworld in Dantian shakes twice. A soul plunges into it and rolls in the sea of blood. With soldiers as bones and blood as flesh, he returns to the sun and becomes a ghost.

Looking to the west, the war between Li and Yang continued, usually until the spring of next year.