Yuncheng County is north of Xuzhou, with several cemeteries entrenched around the surrounding area. The county town is headed by an escort agency, with carriages and horses in the gambling prostitutes' houses occupying the streets and alleys. The order on the surface still exists. In order not to attract the government's troops to clear the troops, most of them will give face to the small officials, but that's all. Yuncheng County Magistrate is basically a mascot, and he has to give gifts from door to door during festivals.

There are many gambling houses in the market in Yuncheng County, and there are many people from the rivers and lakes. On the narrow street, there are some muddy due to snow. The woman in a small jacket still has her breasts exposed, leaning against the dim oil lamp to attract guests.

After Cao Hua entered Yuncheng County, he took Han'er and Zhu Qufei to find an inn to settle in the market. Night fell, and Cao Hua stood at the inn window and looked at a yard in the distance.

According to the information found out, Zhao Ping, the boss of Yuncheng, is also a local tyrant here. He has good martial arts and is very famous, but in recent years he has been very obedient and has nothing to do with Tie Xiao. As for the details of his origin, as Zhu Qufei said, he has no father, no mother, no wife, no children, and only has a group of brothers under his command. Most of Yuncheng County know about the fact that he was destroyed by the Heiyuwei Guard back then, and Zhao Ping did not intend to go to Beijing to take revenge and die.

Because it was the news provided by the Tang family, even if Tie Xiao deliberately led Cao Hua to Zhao Ping, he had to go and see what happened. Seeing that the night was getting deep, in order not to disturb the surrounding forces, Cao Hua just traveled lightly to Zhao Ping's house, allowing Jing Feng to protect Mrs. Jing in a nearby inn, and Li Bairen and others were secretly punishing martial law.

Zhu Qufei was at peace with the situation. She changed into clean clothes in the inn and asked the boss to borrow rouge and décor to dress up. She was going to go to the gambling house to stroll around, but Cao Hua was afraid that she would run away, so she was worried that Han'er would watch it, so she brought it with her.

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It was already night, and the lights of the small carriages had been turned off. There were carriages parked in the courtyard, and some of them were tied to cargoes.

A large brazier was burned in the yard, with red charcoal and green smoke. Two chariots were fed in front of the shed with hay. Zhao Ping, wearing a sheepskin coat, held a teapot and sat in front of the brazier to cook the fire. He leaned against a big knife beside the chair.

In the Shandong area, it is a habit for people from the world to keep their swords away. The two guys also had short swords around their waists and said some dirty jokes from the kilns.

Cao Hua entered the courtyard with his sword, walked straight towards the brazier with a brisk pace, and looked at it slightly. Zhao Ping was about forty years old, with a bit of literary style, but his muscles were strong all over his body and his eyes were sharp and he was obviously a good player.

Zhao Ping naturally noticed that there was an uninvited guest, put down the teapot in his hand and held the big knife next to him.

After all, there are cars and horses, and there are many customers coming in and out. There are many people coming to buy horses and rent cars at night. Zhao Ping did not show any hostility, but he was wary.

When Cao Hua approached, the dim fire illuminated the faces of the three of them.

Zhao Ping narrowed his eyes slightly and stayed on Cao Hua for a moment. He found that his body was full of flaws, looking like a poor scholar who was traveling far away. He looked at Zhu Qufei again, with a gorgeous appearance, but his body was as light as a swallow, and his martial arts skills were obvious. Zhao Ping's face couldn't help but become a little serious.

Finally, he looked at Han'er who was following behind, but Zhao Ping frowned and appeared in a moment of trance, as if he had remembered something.

The expressions on Zhao Ping's face naturally fell into Cao Hua's eyes. Cao Hua looked back at Han'er while walking, a little confused.

Could it be that I met Han'er?

Han'er's eyes were slightly cold, but she did not notice the slight changes in Zhao Ping's expression. Seeing the young master looking back at her, Han'er paused: "What's wrong with young master?"

"nothing."

Cao Hua was a little confused. He wanted to beat Zhao Ping halfway and then ask questions. Judging from the current situation, it seemed that he had to take action slowly.

"My friend wants to use a car?"

Zhao Ping got up from the chair, held a big knife inverted and greeted him.

The two men next to the horse hang quickly ran back and found the picture to report to the brothers around them to avoid accidents.

But soon, two muffled sounds came from behind, which was the sound of the body falling to the ground.

Zhao Ping's face changed suddenly. He knew that the visitor was not good and had a mistake. He quickly kicked the brazier under his feet.

Bang—

Mars were splashing everywhere, and red charcoal was flying all over the sky, attacking the three people who were walking ten steps away.

Cao Hua used the hilt of the sword to sweep away a few pieces of charcoal in an understatement, and kept his pace.

Han'er and Zhu Qufei flew away at the same time to avoid being accidentally injured.

Concubine Zhu Qu had the intention of taking advantage of the two of them to fight and run away, but when she heard the two guys fall to the ground, she knew that there were people around her. She could only relieve herself and stand by and look at her.

"You are Zhao Ping?"

Cao Hua swept open the brazier, looked at Zhao Ping, holding a knife in his hands, and confirmed it.

Zhao Ping has been licking blood from the knife for many years and is no longer a young man in the world. When he sees the other party, he knows that he is prepared and it is best to sit down and talk.

"It's Zhao, my friend came to the door rashly, what's the point of doing?"

"Ask you something."

Cao Hua walked to the chair, swept away the charcoal scattered on it, sat down directly, and put his sword on the ground as a handrail.

This action surprised Zhao Ping and Zhu Qufei.

The two were only five steps apart, and Zhao Ping put on airs to attack or defend, and it only took a moment to shoot a knife.

Cao Hua didn't even pull his sword and leaned against the chair, and he looked a little lazy. He probably wouldn't have a chance to get up even if he did.

This is too careless!

Concubine Zhu Qu stood with her arms around her chest and tilted her arms, posing in a more charming position, turning her head slightly and making her look a little confused. In a blink of an eye, she saw Han'er's look as if she was taken for granted, and Concubine Zhu Qu was even more puzzled.

Zhao Ping knew that there were people lying around him. Although he was 90% sure to take the head of the scholar who underestimated the enemy with one knife, he was still alive afterwards. He had to force the urge to take action, and his face was slightly dark:

"If there is something wrong, it's okay to say it. If Zhao knew it, he would definitely tell him the truth."

While speaking, Zhao Pi unconsciously glanced at Han'er behind him and quickly turned back.

Seeing this, Cao Hua frowned slightly and said to himself: Is this guy still interested in women when he is about to die? But if he is interested, he also sees Zhu Qufei. Han'er is not dressed up and looks like a little Tu Niu. He thought about it and then returned to the topic first:

"What's your relationship with Tie Xiao?"

When Zhao Ping heard this obviously very official statement, his face changed a little, and the tip of the knife pointed at Cao Hua:

"Are you from the court?"

"I ask, you answer."

Cao Hua lightly tapped the hilt of the sword with his fingers, his eyes were cold.

Look at each other with eyes.

The night wind blew gently, and the silence in the courtyard was a little depressed.

Zhao Ping was once destroyed by the court, and then fought from the streets and alleys to his current position. Now he is being questioned like a prisoner. How can he bear it?

Zhao Ping's eyes were slightly condensed, and his calloused hands held the handle of the knife, and his toes slightly brushed across the ground. Then the big knife in his hand had already slashed at Cao Hua on the chair, and said angrily:
Chapter completed!