On the carriage.

Zhao Yanying carefully cleaned the wound on Fang Zheng's arm and replaced it with a new cloth again.

The person who attacks the sneak attack holds a sharp blade, and the body of the mortal body will naturally not be able to stop it.

The cracks were deep and the bones could be seen, and the shallow ones also tore the muscles, and blood kept oozing out.

Even if you pour a lot of golden sore medicine, it won't work very well.

"Mr. Fang."

Zhao Yanying looked up and asked curiously: "Don't you feel any pain?"

This injury caused the muscles on the back of the hand to be cut off, but Fang Zheng looked a little pale, and there was no other abnormality.

This kind of self-control seemed terrifying to her!

"……pain."

Fang Zheng smiled hard and moved his fingers slightly.

The tingling sensation came into his mind, which made him sweat in his forehead and the muscles on his cheeks kept beating.

but……

Even though it hurts, when Zhao Yanying retracted his admirational gaze, his eyes also became gloomy.

Although he asked himself that his patience was pretty good, it was absolutely impossible to reach this level before this.

One arm was almost ruined, and it was as if nothing had happened!

Is this still a human?

When he was cleaning the wound just now, he even had doubts whether these traumas were really on him.

Such a terrible wound, I can't feel much pain.

Especially when the Xuanyin refining body was circulated, a cool feeling surged towards the wound, which weakened the already faint pain again.

Even if you do not perform exercises, the pain will be severely weakened.

In this case, it would be better to say that his physical reaction was too slow.

This made him wonder what kind of martial arts it is to refine Xuanyin?

"Mr. Fang, don't worry too much."

Zhao Yanying packed up her things and looked back: "Most of your injuries are not serious, maybe you won't leave any shortcomings in the future."

Even though she said so, she knew that hope was slim.

With such a large blade, even if it heals and scars, the muscles will become stiff and it is difficult to recover as before.

Especially the tendons, once they are damaged, they will be difficult to exert force in the future.

"I know."

Fang Zheng nodded, raised his left hand and lifted the curtain and looked out: "Where is this?"

"Wazi Street."

Zhao Yanying replied.

Wazi, also known as goulan and Wasi, are mostly entertainment venues, and the Di family's gambling workshop is not far from the end of the street.

This is the most lively time on the streets.

The crowds were crowded and bustling, which also slowed down the speed of the group chasing the criminals.

Some beggars even beggars holding bamboo boards in their hands and begging for food along the street.

"Old lady, I am so kind. I can't eat it. Look in the east and the west, and there is no room to enjoy supper."

Looking around, a big beggar was in front and a few little beggars were behind, holding broken bowls all the way to ask for food.

The begging words mentioned are also very pleasant.

"Is this the lotus falling?"

Fang Zheng praised him with slight praise, and the strangeness in his hands seemed to be relieved a lot: "It's interesting to sing."

"What's this?"

Zhao Yanying shook her head: "The real lotus fall has its own heritage and can enter the Hall of Elegance, which is much better than this."

"Yeah."

Fang Zheng was puzzled by this: "However, there are much more beggars on this street than in other places."

"yes!"

Zhao Yanying poked her head and frowned: "These beggars..."

"What's wrong?"

Fang Zheng asked curiously.

“Too many!”

Zhao Yanying's beautiful eyes flashed, and her face became more and more serious: "And, there seems to be someone in charge between them."

"Yeah?"

Fang Zheng looked out carefully.

As expected, as everyone entered Wazi Street, more and more beggars on the street became.

Most of them are old beggars, leading a few little beggars, and they also have their own territory.

"Play bamboo boards, walk forward, and come to the Zhangjia garment shop."

"The ready-to-wear shop, look around, the business here is not ordinary."

"There are those who come from the south, those who go north, and there are also large quantities of them purchased."

"There are waves in the waves, the waves in the waves..."

Several beggars entered a ready-to-wear clothing shop and shouted on bamboo boards.

The man in front of his head jumped back and forth, smiled and held the broken bowl to the shop owner and his wife.

"Look at the boss, Xi Kaiyan, how much money can he give?"

"The boss lady, she has a good appearance, and her cherry mouth is as beautiful as a girl."

"Liuye eyebrows and a slim waist, I can pay the money."

"It's not too small for five or ten. The God of Wealth will look for you every year!"

"Give it, give it!"

The proprietress took out a few copper coins and put them in a broken bowl, and waved and pushed several beggars away.

Looking at her face, there was no joy of being praised, but she felt panic.

"These beggars..."

Fang Zheng also frowned: "Are they trying to force themselves?"

He could see clearly that these beggars came into the store and almost pestered the customers in the store.

If the boss’s wife doesn’t give the money, these people will probably not leave easily.

Moreover, the song that was sung was too picky afterwards, almost teasing in front of him!

"Well!"

At this time, the carriage stopped.

The coachman looked back and said, "Mr. Fang, Miss Zhao, you should have arrived at the place. Constable Chen and others stopped in front."

"Um!"

The two nodded and got off the carriage one after another.

There is still Wazi Street in front, and there is a pair of street lobbies on the left, where a group of beggars are surrounding them.

"Get out!"

Constable Chen took the lead, shook his scabbard and pulled several beggars to the ground and rushed straight to the lobby.

"The yamen will do business, and everyone else will scatter!"

He looked around and shouted, "What's the matter here? Where did the shopkeeper of the Sheng Pharmacy store go?"

Behind him, a group of yamen runners and the guards rushed in.

Master Zhao was one step behind, but he was more alert than the people in front of him, and quietly placed his hand on the hilt of the sword.

The eyes of the people around him made him subconsciously feel something was wrong.

"What do you mean?"

A person turned out from behind the lobby and walked into the hall with a folding fan.
To be continued...