There is always a kind of person in this world. Even if he does not have a unique dress or a flamboyant and strange words and deeds, as long as he stands in the crowd, he will exude an extraordinary temperament and can be recognized at a glance.

Qiao Feng noticed this young man earlier than Zhao Ji, not because of how outstanding Zhao Ji was, but because such a noble young man with a brocade robe stood among a group of labor porters on the dock, he couldn't help but take a look. However, after he jumped from the dock from the ferry, he stopped seeing the noble young man, but walked towards a seven-bag disciple who came to greet him, saying, "I received your letter and rushed over from the Luoyang headquarters. Zhang Quanxiang, tell me carefully, why did your helm leader get into the Imperial City Department?"

The Beggar Gang disciples who came to the dock to greet the leader had a bitter expression. When they heard Qiao Feng’s question, one of the seven bags of disciples stepped forward and said, “Gang Master, the leader of the helm has suffered a disaster…”

Qiao Feng listened, his brows frowned tightly. Since ancient times, the people have not fought with officials. Although the Beggars' Sect is the largest gang in the world, this precept cannot be avoided. If the gang members only cause trouble in the world, even the Shaolin Temple, the largest sect in the martial arts world, he is not afraid to argue and rescue the leader of the throne. But now things are involved in the government, and everything becomes complicated. Although he is very powerful in martial arts and has rich experience in the martial arts world, he does not have much experience in dealing with the government.

While pondering, Qiao Feng saw the noble young man walking towards him, and his eyes were full of enthusiasm, as if he knew him. However, he could not remember having friendship with such officials, and he couldn't help but feel suspicious.

Zhao Ji forced himself to suppress his heartbeat and bowed far away, "You are the leader of the Beggars' Sect Qiao?"

Qiao Feng was stunned for a moment, then folded his fists and returned the greeting: "Yanei is polite, and it's Qiao Feng of the Beggars' Sect. I wonder why Yanei knew Qiao?"

Hearing this, Zhao Ji let out a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that his guess would be wrong. It seems that the Song Dynasty he traveled through time was not the world recorded in history. There was a character like Qiao Feng in the martial arts world. The whole world suddenly became lively in his heart. He smiled and bowed: "It's true that it's Gang Master Qiao, I didn't admit it! Although Gang Master Qiao doesn't recognize me, I have long admired you. I have a maid in my family. I once received favor from Gang Master Qiao when I was young and told me about Gang Master Qiao's heroic figure. Therefore, I have long remembered Gang Master Qiao, but unfortunately I have never been able to meet. I didn't expect to finally meet Gang Master Qiao today in Tokyo. It's better to meet you than to be famous. It's true that I am the best hero in the world!"

Qiao Feng was even more confused when he heard this. The young man was vague and the reasons he gave were so vague that he had no impression in his mind. Although he was recognized, he was unwilling to take good deeds that were not his own. He said, "I don't know what the maid in the Yanei family looks and where is his hometown? Qiao traveled around the world and occasionally helped some poor people, but he really couldn't remember what happened to Yanei."

Seeing that Qiao Feng was looking for the root of the problem, Zhao Ji was in trouble. He just asked for an excuse to talk to Qiao Feng, but he didn't think of so many reasons. Everyone laughed and greeted him a few words and just climbed up some friendship. Why bother to ask the question to the end? His smile remained unchanged and he said, "I didn't mention these things in advance. I accidentally heard some conversations between the leader Qiao and his nobles. You seem to be a little difficult for you. My family is in Bianliang. I like to make friends with heroes in the world. If I can help the leader Qiao, I would be extremely happy."

Hearing this, Qiao Feng was a little moved. He saw that although the young man's words were a bit strange, his behavior was clearly the manners of officials. If he was willing to help find some ways to solve the troubles of the leader of the throne, it would be better. However, he and the young man were not able to speak for the first time, and he was a little hesitant for a while.

Seeing this, Zhao Ji smiled again and said, "These are all trivial matters. After explaining them clearly, they can be solved by just one post. I saw that you have just landed on the boat and are willing to let me do the friendship of the landlord. Please ask Master Qiao to taste the fine wines in Tokyo?"

Although I felt that this young man was so enthusiastic that he always reached out and didn't hit the smiling person. The other party invited him warmly, but he flatly refused, which was a little unkind. After pondering for a while, he bowed and said, "Janei was ashamed of the invitation."

When Zhao Ji was more happy when he heard Qiao Feng's approval, he turned around and ordered Liang Shicheng to say, "Liang, manager, go find an old shop that is famous and you will take care of them all. I want to invite the leader of the Qiao Gang and the heroes of the Beggars' Sect."

Master Liang was surprised to see that Prince Zhao Ji was actually talking to these lower-class beggars. When he heard the order, he was stunned for a moment. Seeing Zhao Ji's eyes turned cold, he hurriedly responded: "Yes, Master, I'll prepare now. There is a Li family restaurant in the riverside, which makes it smell the most fragrant and mellow. The whole city of Tokyo is the most popular..." He was very enthusiastic. When he heard that Zhao Ji had no plans to reveal his family background, he directly called the young master. While saying that, he ran to order a banquet, but he did not forget to make a gesture to the guards to protect the prince.

It’s also good to have such a servant who knows how to observe the words and expressions around him. Zhao Ji was quite satisfied with Liang Shicheng’s performance. Seeing him running all the way to the streets, he turned to Qiao Feng and smiled, “Gangmaster Qiao, let’s go with me with my subordinates. Also, don’t call me Yanei, my surname is Zhao, and my family is 11. Gangmaster Qiao can call me Eleven Lang, so I will call you Brother Qiao, okay?”

Hearing this, Qiao Feng couldn't help but look somber. The Zhao surname is a national surname, and now he is in Tokyo Bianliang. This young man looks very noble. Could it be the clan of the Zhao official family? But he immediately thought about how if he was really a dragon son and a grandson, how could he be willing to make friends with him and the wild people? Many thoughts came to his mind, and he smiled and said, "It turns out that it is Mr. Zhao. Mr. Zhao is so serious, so it should be Mr. Qiao who is taller."

Zhao Ji turned around first and signaled Qiao Feng and the Beggars' Gang disciples to follow him. He couldn't help but be glad that he had just walked on the street today and happened to meet Qiao Feng. If it weren't for this Bianhe Wharf, I'm afraid he would have been unable to find that there was a real world in this world. At the same time, he could not help but think divergently. If Qiao Feng exists in this world, what about the rest of the Tianlong? What about the Beiming Divine Art that Duan Yu had adventures in Dali Wuliang Mountain? This kind of martial art that could be called a cheating tool for nothing is really in line with the needs of a time traveler like him.

The group walked down the dock, and the young master in brocade and the ragged beggar were walking together, which really attracted a lot of attention. Seeing that the members of the Beggars' Sect behind Qiao Feng were a little embarrassed, Zhao Ji changed his mind and pulled off his brocade robe and exposed the mid laner inside. He threw it away casually, and smiled and said, "If this profession hinders me from making friends with real heroes in the world, so what if I can be open-minded inside and outside!"

This action was extremely artificial, but it made the Beggars' Sect very grateful. Qiao Feng curled his fingers, and the brocade robe that fell on the ground fell straight into his hands. It was stained with some mud and dust. It was difficult to hand it to Zhao Ji for a while, and said a little embarrassedly: "Young Master Zhao is a man of character, and I am not a person who is a confined person. This time I came to Bianliang to make outstanding friends like Mr. Zhao, which is an honor for everyone in my Beggars' Sect. There is no need to worry about worldly vision."

At this time, Liang Shicheng had already done the work and walked out of a wine shop. Seeing Zhao Ji's thin clothes, he hurriedly walked up. He took the brocade robe from Qiao Feng's hand to dust off the dust, but the mud could not be removed. He turned around and ordered a guard to go to the garment shop and buy it again.

The wine shop has internal and external compartments. Although there are not many seats, it is more than enough to arrange the Beggars' Gang to take over. Seeing a group of beggars walking into the store, the shopkeeper couldn't help but feel a little displeased. However, when he thought of the bad guys' signs just now, he didn't dare to say anything. He just asked the whole family to serve wine and cloth dishes with a bitter face.

The Tokyo City wine shop has a very rich dish. There are twenty or thirty types of fruit plates in front of the main dish alone, freshly fried ginkgo, chestnut, dried pear, fried cherry, gum dates, walnuts, Heyin pomegranate, Heyang hawthorn, Huima grapes, Xichuan lactose, longan, lychee, sugarcane, shrimp utensils, etc. There are also various candied fruits sold in the hall, and there are no wood color on the entire table. At the end of the dish, Zhao Ji was even more surprised than Qiao Feng and other Beggars' Gang. This level is just a small shop on the street. What would it look like if he really went to the first-class restaurant in Bianliang City such as Fanlou?

Only when people are rich for three generations can they learn to eat. This shows how rich the Song Dynasty is.

After the wine was served, the mud seal was slapped, and the wine was so mellow that it was clear and clear. Even Qiao Feng, a hero from the wine country, couldn't help but move his index finger and exclaimed: "Good wine!"

The shopkeeper was on the side and said with a smile: Isn’t it good? In the past, the smell of the fragrance of Yidui and Wu has attracted guests like clouds, but now the raw juice is served, which is naturally even more surprising.

After Zhao Ji sat down, he put aside the small wine glass placed by the shopkeeper, grabbed a large bowl and pushed it in front of Qiao Feng, and said, "Drinking like this is what you want to drink."

After some artificiality, the members of the Beggars' Sect already had a good impression of Zhao Ji. After seeing this, they cheered: "Good man!"

Qiao Feng also picked up the wine jar, poured two bowls of wine, and then picked up one bowl and said, "Do it first!"

Influenced by the time travel novel, Zhao Ji was completely unwilling to care about the low-alcohol wine in this world. However, after a gulp of it, the mellow wine breathed in. He had to change his gentle way of drinking it, and he drank it all like a whale sucking water.

He intended to make friends with Qiao Feng, and he chose to speak in his temperament. He would enjoy the guests and guests and hosts. At the same time, Zhao Ji also found out some interesting things from Qiao Feng and the crowd, and knew that there was a name for North Qiao Feng and Nan Murong in the world. Is Nan Murong? Since he had already known it, he dared to jump around again, it was really a flea crawling on the monk's head, not to be thrilled.

Although the amount of alcohol is not high, it cannot resist the amount. Zhao Ji drank all the way, and the smell of alcohol surged up, and he couldn't help but be confused. Looking at the rest of the Beggars' Sect, a few of them had a light alcohol content lying on the table and snoring like thunder. On the other hand, Qiao Feng's eyes were bright, as if he was drinking water.

Zhao Ji did not have Duan Yu's skill of forced wine, so he did not dare to drink any more. He maintained a little rationality and called Liang Shicheng to come and asked him to arrange for everyone to rest in the villa near the Taixue School. Although Qiao Feng was not drunk, he saw that the brothers in the gang were no longer conscious, so he moved into the villa together.

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Chapter completed!