In the theft business, call the master Gaomai and the disciples. Every thief will not pull his children into this gang, so the children in this business refer not to their children, but to their disciples. When the leopard heard them say this, he understood that this middle-aged man was the master of the two little perverts who were removed last night. Moreover, since the master is by his side, it means that this is their territory.

Leopard said: "Walking in the world, one of the most important words is to speak of meaning. Stealing things does not hurt people, and not moving grass beside the nest. This is the ancestral teaching. Your two children have arbitrary sexual thoughts and lose their bigness because of the small, which may only be detrimental to you."

The middle-aged man said, "You are purely slander. Why did my child slander? You said wildly and threatened to wipe out our Jizhong Gang. Is this happening?"

Leopard raised his head and beat him up. He said, "I have something in my heart and I'm so anxious. How could I make things difficult for Jizhong? Your two children were going to force a single woman last night. I'll punish them for you. Do you ask them, right?"

The middle-aged man turned around and questioned the two little thieves. The two little thieves hesitated and couldn't say a complete sentence. The middle-aged man understood the difference in his heart. He clasped his fists to the leopard and apologized, "Brother Gao Mai, how can you ask what you call me in the world?"

Leopard said: "Everyone in the martial arts world calls me Leopard."

The middle-aged man asked: "Do you dare to ask if it is the second leader of the Jinbei Gang?"

Leopard said: "It's right down."

The middle-aged man bowed repeatedly, and the hem of the robe he wore on his body shook like leaves. He stood up straight and recited a poem:

The spring rain drizzles on the boat on the river, and the heroes of the green forest know the news at night.

He didn't need to avoid him at the time, and now he is half the king in the world.

This is a Tang poem, author Li She. Almost no one has heard of this poem outside, but it is popular in the theft world.

This poem comes from the real experience of the Tang Dynasty poet Li She. One year, Li She took a boat to Jiujiang, Jiangxi to visit his younger brother. At night, he met a group of thieves. The thief was about to steal, and the follower said, "There is the poet Li She on the boat." The thief said, "If it were the poet Li She, of course we would not take his things. Can we leave a poem for us?" After hearing the follower's report, Li She happily ordered the pen and wrote the poem above. The thieves who respected knowledge and talents were very happy to receive this poem and invited Li She twice in a row to express their admiration.

The middle-aged man asked why Leopard came from the distant northern Shanxi to Jizhong. Leopard talked about the destruction of the northern Shanxi Gang and the pursuit of Bingliuzi.

Leopard said: "I have never heard of Bingliuzi, but as long as he is a man in the world and as long as he passes by Jizhong, he will be able to find it clearly. You just need to do what I said."

The middle-aged man is the Jizhong Gang's Piao Bar. The ladder of each gang is a huge spider, and a dense network is woven in the local area. Then, the spider hides in an unknown place. Whenever a person in the world flies over like a dragonfly and touches this network, the spider hiding in the dark will come out to check it. On his own territory, any movement cannot escape the ears and eyes of Piao Bar.

The leopard is on the way.

In the afternoon of that day, the leopard came to the intersection and didn't know which road to go. There was a teahouse at the intersection. The teahouse was a place for gatherings of all kinds of religions and various news from the world. Don't look at the teahouse owner, sitting under the shade of the tree, swaying the banana fan, squinting his eyes as if he was sleeping; don't look at the teahouse waiter with a wet towel on his shoulder, running around and running, calling everyone at night, and smiling when he saw everyone; don't look at the regulars in the teahouse every day, drinking a pot of tea into boiled water, and asking to replenish water inside, as if he was poor, they are probably people in the world, and behind them is a huge omnipotent Jianghu organization.

After the leopard sat in the teahouse, he drank a bowl of tea, then put the tea bowl upside down on the table, and crossed a pair of chopsticks at the bottom of the tea bowl. Not long after, a fair-looking man came over. He sat opposite the leopard, as if he was casually asked: "Did you come from another place?"

Leopard said: "I'll bother you more when I first arrived in the precious land."

The man asked, "Any brother can help, even if you say, what difficulties have you encountered?"

Leopard said, "I'm looking for someone."

The man asked, "What kind of person?"

Leopard talked about Bingliuzi's appearance characteristics, the accent and voice characteristics of his speech. The man said, "Wait, I'll bring someone to you."

The leopard flipped the tea bowl and the waiter poured another cup of tea. Before the cup of tea was finished, the man who had brought him came over. The man brought was fucked and thin, his hands were like chicken claws, his cheeks collapsed, and his back was tightened. It seemed that a gust of wind could blow him down. He sat opposite the leopard tremblingly, taking out a piece of yellow paper and a tube of brush from his pocket as if he was a magic trick. According to the leopard's description, he quickly drew a picture. The leopard looked at the picture and was amazed. He didn't expect that the old man who had become a bone had such a good technique. The person he drew was so much like a icy boy.

This method was called painting and graphics in ancient times, and restored the appearance of the characters based on language depiction, and is still used occasionally.

After the portrait of Bingliuzi was painted, the previous person said to the leopard: "Brother, you are waiting here, I will come when I go."

The man rolled the portrait into a ball and took it out in his hand. Later, the old man nodded to the leopard and went out tremblingly. The teahouse was still crowded with people and laughter. They didn't know that in a corner of the teahouse, a sword shadow and sword light had already begun.

The leopard sat in a corner of the teahouse, feeling uneasy. The waiter added new tea to the bowl, a faint fragrance lingered in front of his eyes, and the white mist sank on the leopard's eyelashes, giving his eyes a feeling of moistness. The past events in the mountains and ridges of northern Shanxi came to his heart, and those familiar faces appeared in front of him one by one. Sitting in the strange teahouse, thinking about the past that was not far away, the leopard felt like a different life.

About half an hour later, the man came back, with joy on his face. When the leopard sitting in the corner of the teahouse saw his expression, he put down the stone in his heart. He understood that the icy boy had walked through this road and left traces.

The man sat at the table, picked up the tea bowl, drank a little, wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead, and then said, "This man named Bingliuzi had passed by here half a month ago. He stayed in Xilai Inn that night and lived alone in a room. In the middle of the night, a guest came to the inn. The boss wanted to add someone to his room, but he disagreed and even started arguing with the guest. Later, the guest had to live in the aisle. Because of the quarrel and his strange behavior, the boss was impressed by him. He was dressed very ordinary, taciturn, had no followers, and did not look like he was rich at all, but he followed him.

He carried a package, which was very heavy, and even the one-bedroom was carrying it. It can be seen that it contained real money and silver. Also, at dawn the next day, when he went to get a wash water, he was carrying a package on his back. After washing his face, he did not rush to leave. Instead, he closed the door and sat alone in the room. When the sun rose, he was the last one to leave. He seemed to be unwilling to meet anyone, nor would he talk to anyone. That night, the passing guests were drinking and chatting in the lobby downstairs, and he did not walk down the stairs. I showed this portrait to the inn owner, and he recognized it at a glance, saying that this was a very strange person."

Bingliuzi thought he was secret, but he didn't expect that he would leave so many clues. The more he was guarded, the more he would be exposed. Just like those mountain people who went shopping in the city, hiding their wallets in their pockets, touching them while walking. The more cautious he was, the more he told the thief where his wallet was.

The leopard let out a long sigh. If you were on the right path, Bingliuzi did walk on this road. However, what made the leopard melancholy was that Bingliuzi had been walking for half a month.
Chapter completed!