Chapter 210 Do you have a better place to go?

After dinner, Zhou Xiaoxing thanked Mr. Huang and Master Huang, raised his hand to call for a sedan, and sat on it to return to the Minister of Punishment.

I originally wanted to take a trip to Feng Lai Building to see if there was any news about Bao Longxing, but when I saw the night like splashing ink, I thought, forget it, there is no need to hinder other people's business. Sangu agreed, and she will send it if there is any news.
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Counting the days, Bao Longxing should be arriving in the capital soon. If you are quick on your feet, he may have already arrived at Hua Shangshu's house.

Thinking of this, he knocked on the sedan chair and asked the bearer to hurry up. There are no traffic lights in this era, so there is no need to worry about traffic accidents.

As he thought, the sedan began to stagger, and Zhou Xiaoxing put his hands on both sides of the sedan. If it weren't for his innate supernatural power, his head would probably be spinning.

"What's the matter?"

After the sedan slowly stopped, Zhou Xiaoxing's service desk made an impatient voice, saying that the money he gave was only enough, and there was no possibility that the bearer was sabotaging the sedan in order to increase the price. So in the current situation, there was only one possibility: there was an assassin, or no, someone was blocking the way.

"Xiaoxing, come out."

It’s interesting. The last person who was called this was Huang Sir. He had a unique skill and was able to cut off one’s feet to death. If you take one outside the sedan chair, you’d better have peerless martial arts.

Otherwise, I will knock you down with two punches.

Did you just call me Xiaoxing?

"Aside?"

Lifting the curtain open with her feet, Zhou Xiaoxing put her hands behind her back and strode out, her eyes scanning the dark night.

There was a small noodle stall open nearby. By the light of a candle that was not very bright, a man wearing a tattered gown and with ferocious features appeared in front of Zhou Xiaoxing.

If he remembers correctly, this person is Gui Jia Qi. Because of the pressure of life, he specializes in doing invisible business for Zhao Tianba. Later, because of his leg and foot injuries, he was rejected by the latter and was rescued by Huang Feihong. His conscience discovered

, helped Master Huang deal with Zhao Tianba, and finally became fellow disciples with Liang Kuan.

The ending is a happy one.

This story tells us the importance of being with the right person, especially actors. When acting, you must stand on the side of the protagonist, so that you can have a perfect life both inside and outside the play.

So Gui Jiao Qi wants to find him as the protagonist?

No, spread your legs, open your hands, and tilt your body slightly. This way, it looks bluffing at first glance. It’s a good posture. I won’t do it next time.

If you meet someone who doesn't have much skill and can still scare people, it will be a disaster for you if you meet Zhou Xiaoxing.

Open your feet slightly and keep them shoulder-width apart. Rotate your wrists counterclockwise, clenching your fists and getting ready to go.

Plop!

Someone knelt down.

Ghost Foot Seven.

Ah this...

Is he already so powerful that he can defeat others without fighting?

Don’t tell ghost stories at night.

"Xiaoxing, no, young hero, please save me."

Several question marks flew overhead.

"Get up, you get up first."

Looking around, there were almost no people, and there was no business at the noodle stall, but the old man below was watching.

"I won't get up if you don't help me."

Gui Jiaoqi was kneeling on one leg and put the other foot straight aside. Zhou Xiaoxing walked over and took a closer look. He was injured. It was serious.

I helped him up, sat down at the noodle stall, and ordered two bowls of noodles.

"Thank you."

No thanks, he is doing it for himself. In such a scene, outsiders will think that he is a bad guy, a shameless person, and the noodle stall old man may not know for sure if he leaves the stall and reports to the official.

"I saw your performance in Sanxiaolou today. You are so awesome."

"Excellent. What do you call brothers?"

Gui Jiao Qi pointed at his injuries, picked up a bowl of noodle soup, and drank a few sips.

"I don't have a name, or I have one and have forgotten it. Now everyone calls me Guijiaoqi."

"Seventh brother."

Two bowls of noodles were put on the table. Zhou Xiaoxing came out after eating and drinking at the Guangdong Guild Hall. Now he was not hungry at all, so he pushed the noodles in front of him to Gui Jiaoqi's side.

"You don't have to call me that, just call me Guijiaqi. What about you, Xiaoxing is not your real name, right?"

Then you guessed wrong.

"If you don't change your name when you're working, if you don't change your surname when you sit down, Xiaoxing will be my name, Zhou Xiaoxing."

"You..."

Gui Jiao Qi is illiterate, but he has seen the book "Two or Three Things About the No. 1 Scholar in Jinke" that became popular in the capital yesterday, and the protagonist in it is Zhou Xiaoxing.

"It's me. I wonder what the seventh brother wants to do with me?"

He has to go back in a hurry. If you have anything to say, please tell me. I’ll treat you to some noodles.

"That's it. I want to follow you. Zhao Tianba is too bad. My leg is injured, and he wants to send me away like a beggar."

When he spoke, Gui Jia Qi put down his chopsticks and banged the table hard.

The old man looked at me sideways and beat him again. If the shot was broken, I had to pay him.

Villains are all like this. When you are useful, you can say whatever you want. If you are useless, you will naturally be discarded like worn out shoes.

Don't ask, you just don't understand the rules.

"Well, Seventh Brother, you saw my skills in Sanxiao Tower, you should know that I don't lack helpers..."

Halfway through the words, Gui Jiao Qi lowered his hand from eating noodles, his eyes full of expectation.

"I can be your book boy."

Uh...

In fact, I am not the scholar you seem to be, I am just the kind of person who takes a few exams.

"Brother Seven, let's do this. I'll recommend a candidate to you. Not far to the west is the Guangdong Guild Hall. If you go there tonight, there will be someone there to help you."

After laughing helplessly for a while, Zhou Xiaoxing pointed to the direction he had just come out from, pulling Guijiaoqi to look over.

"Once Upon a Time?"

"You know, that's great."

If you know each other, it will be easier.

"No, I dealt with his apprentice before, so I can't go."

Gui Jiao Qi remembered the reason why his foot was injured, gritted his teeth, and the chopsticks in his hand were broken in half.

"Then do you have a better place to go?"

Zhou Xiaoxing didn't explain the meaning of one code to one code. Huang Feihong was a famous teacher of benevolence and righteousness, so he directly asked Gui Jiao Qi in a very serious tone.

"Okay, I'll try it."

This is a helpless move. Zhou Xiaoxing will not take him in, and he will be laughed at by Zhao Tianba's people when he returns. He can only try his luck with Huang Feihong.

Seeing Zhou Xiaoxing's expression when he mentioned Huang Feihong, he concluded that the latter was definitely not a bad person.

"Go quickly, heavy rain is coming."

After Guijiao Qi limped away, Zhou Xiaoxing gave him some money and got on the sedan. In a short time, he arrived at the Shangshu Mansion of the Ministry of Punishment.

After taking a few steps into the house, I didn't notice anything unusual, so I asked the maid to ask. Two groups of people came to the house today, and they were all talking in the pavilion in the park.

One group of people were adults who had been here before. I don’t know their official positions. The master was very polite to them. This was also the second time he came to the house.

Water Gate Admiral Chang Kun.

The second group of people were two men, a handsome young man and a simple and honest middle-aged man. They held half a piece of cake in their hands and said that the master and his deceased father had been friends for many years.

Bao Longxing and Bao Youwei.

"How long have they been there?"

"A stick of incense."

The eldest maid led the way, bypassing several rockeries. When he was about to see Hua Shangshu and the others, Zhou Xiaoxing stopped and waved his hand to let the eldest maid leave.

"Uncle Thirteen, my pancakes are really useful."

"Yes, yes."

Bao Longxing rubbed his hands together excitedly. He had traveled thousands of miles to come here, and his friend Zhou Xiaoxing didn't even have time to see him. He hurriedly rushed to the Shangshu Mansion of the Ministry of Punishment.

Although the Secretary of the Ministry of Justice has a fat body, which is very different from my father's bamboo pole figure, he doesn't look like the kind of person who can become a good friend.
To be continued...