The street at the entrance of Southwest City is not spacious, with two-story houses on both sides. At the entrance of the shop facing the street is a charmingly dressed guru who is on the street to attract customers.

"This young man, the sun is poisonous in the afternoon, come to our yard to take a break!"

Chen Guang and his party were surrounded by more than twenty people, especially Wang Shenyuan and others. They were all majestic and majestic, wearing armor and carrying weapons. They knew they were the great customers at a glance.

Not long after they walked in, the beards shouted one after another and shouted at Feng Changqing, because Chen Guang deliberately left half of his body to show respect. The beards who were visiting guests all regarded Feng Changqing, who was wearing green brocade robes and covered with big red arms, as a luxury chef.

In order to attract customers, these sluts pulled the bra on their chests lower and lowered. Looking around, they were covered in white. The Duowen behind him was so scared that he closed his eyes and recited Buddhist scriptures, which made the soldiers laugh.

Feng Changqing ignored the Hu Ji who was covering the door and laughing, and led Shen Guang into the street. The fang soldiers behind them stretched out their hands to touch the Hu Ji from time to time. The Hu Ji didn't care. The soldiers of the Anxi Army have always come to visit their beloved guests.

Chen Guang occasionally glanced back a few times, but he didn't expect that even Wang Shenyuan, who had always been taciturn and had thick eyebrows and big eyes, would occasionally touch the Hu Ji who came to his door.

After walking halfway through the street, watching Feng Changqing, the rich man and Shen Guang, the handsome man, have no nostalgia, the orcs turn back their stores and continue to attract customers.

"The most prosperous business here is summer and autumn, and there are the most business trips between Datang and Dashi, especially in summer. Chen Lang comes here again, and those geeks are wearing cool clothes, that figure, and waist..."

Chen Guang never expected that without those beautiful beards who were still looking straight, Feng Changqing, who had just looked at him, would talk about the wind and moon seriously, and he was very knowledgeable.

"Brother Feng is a regular visitor here?"

"When a young man was frivolous, he also lingered in the flowers and willows and alleys, but now he doesn't mention it."

Chen Guang suddenly felt that Feng Changqing's aloofness in front of outsiders was just a disguise. This guy was actually a black-bellied and indifferent man, and he also liked to show off.

Without those beards who were recruiting guests, the front suddenly became clear. Chen Guang looked up and found that there were all deep wall courtyards, and there were warriors guarding the door.

Feng Changqing did not explain, but led Shen Guang straight to a certain courtyard. Soon after, he arrived at the door. When the guard saw Feng Changqing's appearance clearly, his legs trembled.

"What are you afraid of? I won't eat you! I won't call you the master!"

As Feng Changqing said, Chen Guang saw the gatekeeper turning around and running like a frightened rabbit, while Feng Changqing stood with his hands behind his back.

"I admire you for your reputation."

Chen Guang felt that this was not a flattery. He had seen him since he went out today. Feng Changqing was simply the boss in Yancheng. It seemed that anyone who saw him would be afraid of death.

"What kind of reputation is just a bad reputation."

Feng Changqing's voice was clearly a bit proud. Chen Guang heard it. At this time, Wang Shenyuan behind him spoke, "You guy doesn't know anything. The judge Feng has always hated evil. The evil people in this city are afraid that the judge Feng will find trouble for them!"

"Someone is just doing things according to the law. If they have not done anything bad, why should they be afraid of someone?"

While speaking, there was a movement in the courtyard ahead. When Chen Guang heard the sound, he saw that as the armor leaves swayed, there were about a dozen armored warriors surrounded by a powerful old man with gray heads. The old man had brown hair and yellow eyes. Although he had no armor and only wore a large robe, he could see the curled scars on his open chest.

"I've seen the judge."

When he approached, Shen Guang saw the old man's broad face and lion's nose, his short beard raised like a steel needle, and his sound was like a bell. He looked at him like a mighty old lion.

"Brother An, this Chen Lang is a friend of mine. I want to buy some people from you."

"I've met Brother An."

When Chen Guang heard Feng Changqing's name to this old man, he knew that this old man was not an ordinary person.

"Prince of Judge, Chen Lang, please!"

Old Man An glanced at Chen Guang who could stand side by side with Feng Changqing, and then turned sideways, but in his heart he sighed that this Chen Lang had a good appearance, with his sword eyebrows, starry eyes, a nose as bright as a gallbladder, and his skin was as white as jade. The only thing that was the only thing that was that he had never had a beard.

Chen Guang felt that this old man An didn't look like a businessman. Looking at the armored warriors behind him, they were all as fierce as wolves and tigers. Even Wang Shenyuan and others were restrained and they even held the knife at their waists and were alert.

After passing through the hall, my eyes suddenly became clear. Shen Guang saw that there was a huge martial arts training ground in front of me, covering an area of ​​no less than acres.

Amid the shouts, there were about a hundred young men bare-legged, either holding stone locks to work hard, or fighting against each other. There were adult warriors patrolling with whips, but some were lazy and whipped down with a whip, which made the skin burst. The teenagers didn't even dare to cry out, but they just continued to grit their teeth and train.

"What are you looking at? It's a good practice!"

Seeing a teenager secretly looking at the distinguished guest, someone in the samurai who acted as a teacher shouted, and then counted whips and whipped them down. The originally lively martial arts training ground was silent. The teenagers could only suppress the curiosity and secretly looked at Chen Guang and others.

"Chen Lang, who do you want to buy some people to go back and call?"

Old Man An asked Chen Guang that he was from Anguo, a member of the nine surnames of Zhaowu. He once joined the army in Anxi. Later, he left the army to train Zhejie and sell slaves, and had some friendship with Feng Changqing.

"Loyalty and reliable, can understand Chinese, and it is better to be more skillful."

"The slaves sold here are all loyal to their masters. It is not difficult to do so at this skill, but it would be difficult for Chen Lang to ask these slaves to understand Chinese."

Old Man An replied that in recent years, the great cannibals have been levied and slaughtered cities and destroyed the country at any time. He happened to have a group of Persian slaves from the Khorasan area, which generally met the requirements of this Chen Lang.

"Brother An, I don't ask everyone to understand Chinese, but there are a few smart people who can understand and teach others."

"Why don't Chen Lang buy how many people he wants to go back?"

"I wonder what the price is here, Brother An?"

"Since Chen Lang is a friend of the judge, he is a friend of a certain person, and if he buys more, he will be considered cheaper."

"How much does it cost for ten people?"

"If ten people are counted as eighty stakes, if Chen Lang buys twenty people, he will pay one hundred and fifty stakes."

"Okay, then twenty people."

Feng Changqing watched Chen Guang and Old Man An negotiate price on the side, but did not say anything. Old Man An’s price was very fair. He only said to Old Man An after the two had finished the talk, "Chen Lang bought the land in Xicheng and wanted to get a house. Brother An, please arrange a few more Yu Chenlang who knows how to create the French."

"Don't worry, Judge Feng, the slave here is absolutely capable, and he will not call Chen Lang Baihua the money."

While Old Man An spoke, he asked his men to go and select slaves, and then led Chen Guang and the others to entertain guests in the hall behind the martial arts training ground.

"Brother An, are those teenagers outside also slaves?"

Chen Guang remembered that most of the teenagers on the martial arts field were sixteen or seventeen years old, but there were also thirteen or fourteen years old like Duowen. He felt a little reluctant to think of those adult warriors whipping the teenagers at will.

"Chen Lang, that is the Zhejielang, my unique Anguo. If Chen Lang is interested, he can buy a few of them back."

In the hands of Old Man An, Zhejielang is his biggest business. These orphans he bought since childhood have experienced the most cruel training to become Zhejielang.

At this time, Feng Changqing explained to himself that Zhejie means brave and warriors in the Anguo language. Zhejielang is the most favored guard of the Hu merchants on the Silk Road and the best mercenary. Even when the Anxi Army attacked the Turks and Turkic cavalry, they recruited Zhejielang as the foreign army.

Chen Guang didn't even ask about the price, because although this Zhejielang was good, he couldn't afford it. Feng Changqing said that even those young men who had not completed Zhejie training would have to be sold at least fifty taels.

Old Man An did not joke about Chen Guang, who was short of money in his pocket, and could be brought by Feng Er himself, which means that Feng Er was also very optimistic about Chen Lang, and maybe this Chen Lang would become his big customer in the future.
Chapter completed!