Chapter 447

Soon Pei Ye knew why there were the four words "intact."

Just not long after that line of galloping horses rushed past, and this youth was about to shout the magic trick to pedestrians again, he suddenly closed his mouth, his expression froze, and he slowly tilted his chin to look at the person coming.

It was a burly bald man, smelling strongly of alcohol, walking straight over with big strides, followed by four fierce men.

It couldn't be said that this temperament was out of place on this street, because although it was far from the slender dancers and brocade-clad pedestrians, he also belonged here; it was another base color of this ward.

"Do you like looking for death?" The bald man's voice was cold and rough. "You snatched Young Master Zhou's eagle, and you still dare to hang it here? Who are you showing it to?"

The youth was still leaning against the willow tree, biting a willow branch: "The eagle shop opens to the street; whoever buys it first is the owner. The Pingkang Ward doesn't have a lid; I can tie it wherever I want."

The bald man sneered: "Don't know life from death. Kid, which hall do you worship at?"

"I don't worship at any; Grandpa is Zhang Zhang Piaoxu from Weeping Willow Street."

He looked down and said: "My friend bought the eagle, and someone said Wang Hu Street is Zhou Zhou Xiaozhe's territory. He took a fancy to it, so he had to let Zhou Zhou Xiaozhe have it; my friend took the eagle out, and others said it was Zhou Zhou Xiaozhe's charity."

The youth said proudly: "I, Zhang Zhang Piaoxu, promised someone this morning; this eagle must be tied here for a whole night today, so that the heroes of Pingkang know that this 'Black Water Arrow' is standing majestically on Xu Wenyuan's shoulder!"

The bald man sneered: "Break his legs, hang him under the bridge."

Four strong men swarmed up, two holding iron sticks in their hands. Zhang Zhang Piaoxu spat out the willow branch in his mouth with a "pfft" and sprang up. Only then did Pei Ye see that he also had a short stick under him.

He whipped a stick onto the side of a strong man's cheek, sending bloody teeth flying, but was immediately bumped into the tree by another. He couldn't break free in time, lifted his knee to hit the strong man's crotch hard, the strong man groaned and softened to the ground. He rolled on the ground to dodge the stick whistling from the third person, only for the willow tree to be smashed into a shallow pit.

The bald man took the opportunity to step forward and kicked him in the stomach.

Zhang Zhang Piaoxu's body bent like a shrimp, but the next moment the bald man's expression changed. This youth actually held his leg, his body soared, and with a crooked but powerful inverted hook, his boot smashed hard onto his face.

The bald man's head was dizzy, and he roared in a stagger: "Cultivation! This little beast opened his veins—"

He was immediately punched hard in the face again, his voice stopped abruptly, and he fell crookedly to the ground.

Zhang Zhang Piaoxu turned around immediately, but still couldn't dodge, and was hammered on the left cheek. In the blink of an eye, it was bruised and swollen, but when the strong man wanted to make a second punch, he had already been kicked in the stomach by him. Just as he bent over and staggered two steps, Zhang Zhang Piaoxu had already soared again before his eyes. In the air, he lifted his knee, and looking up, he only saw two fast and fierce kicks smashing down. His eyes went black, and he fell dizzy to the ground.

As soon as Zhang Zhang Piaoxu landed, he was hit hard by a stick on his back, but this youth was as slippery as a loach. That was definitely not any martial arts body technique he had learned anywhere; it was just the ruthlessness and flexibility learned from street corners. After knocking down another strong man among the three, Zhang Zhang Piaoxu raised his hand to wipe the blood from his forehead, and the two people holding sticks finally froze.

They retreated slowly, and under Zhang Zhang Piaoxu's gaze, they carried the three fallen men and retreated backward.

Zhang Zhang Piaoxu sneered, spat out blood foam, and wiped the blood from his hands and face with a handkerchief.

What surprised Pei Ye was that such a brawl didn't cause people to flee in fear; instead, many pedestrians stopped to watch with interest. At this moment, when the winner was decided, it even drew laughter and whistles.

Zhang Zhang Piaoxu ignored his own injuries and tilted his head: " 'Laojun Passes Through the Sea Jar,' the only one in the entire Pingkang Ward, everyone, watch carefully!"

It was just after seeing a bloody fight, and really not many people left. Amidst the curious gazes of the crowd, Zhang Zhang Piaoxu lifted the jar lid that was almost taller than him. It was filled with clear water, and only clear water.

"Legend has it that in the past, Laojun fished at the Yao Pool of Tianshan, but caught nothing, while on the shore of the East Sea, a giant whale was fished ashore. This jar of mine is passed down from the ancestors of the previous dynasty, and it is officially stained with this Laojun's divine power!" Zhang Zhang Piaoxu picked up the fishing rod propped against the tree and scooped a ladle of water to wash his hands.

Someone laughed loudly: "You could fish ten whales here, and we still wouldn't see them."

Zhang Zhang Piaoxu grinned, raised his arm and wiped the blood flowing from his teeth: "I don't have such great divine power—my skills are not refined. Today, this jar doesn't connect to the sea, so it connects to the flat lake behind me."

He jumped onto a tree branch: "I will fish in this jar and catch the fish in the lake!"

The crowd was surprised, and Pei Ye also raised an eyebrow, staring intently.

Only the black cat was squatting on Pei Ye's shoulder, still looking at the singing and dancing on the stage behind with interest.

Zhang Zhang Piaoxu sat cross-legged on the tree branch, placed the fishing rod on his legs, closed his eyes and put his palms together, muttering words in his mouth.

There were indeed no exaggerated movements common in magic tricks. The youth with blood on his forehead sat quietly in the night wind, and it really had a bit of a mysterious feeling. Then he opened his eyes, swung the rod, and the hook dripped into the jar.

People looked curiously, and the silver hook floated and sank in the water, with no bait on it, and then the youth had no more movements.

Time passed second by second. People looked at the jar, then at the calm lake surface, and finally someone couldn't help it: "Just waiting like this?"

Zhang Zhang Piaoxu raised his head: "If you don't wait when fishing, what are you doing?"

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Some rolled their eyes, some laughed, and Pei Ye looked at the fishhook in the jar again—it was indeed a jar of ordinary water, with an ordinary hook hanging in it, without any abnormality.

But just when someone was about to turn and leave, exclamations suddenly sounded in the crowd.

Pei Ye's gaze fixed, only to see that in this clear and transparent jar... the fishhook suddenly sank.

Bubbles flew upward. On the tree branch, Zhang Zhang Piaoxu stood up abruptly, gritted his teeth and leaned against the tree trunk, stepping on the tree to exert force. The fishing rod was bent dead, and the fishing line was pulled taut!

The jar was still empty, but the people had already subconsciously looked toward the lake surface.

In the curious gazes of the people, fine waves suddenly rolled up on the calm lake surface, and they became larger and larger, more and more obvious, as if something was being pulled up from the depths at high speed until a huge white wave surged on the lake surface!

This must be a big fish of more than forty or fifty catties. No one expected that there would be such a giant in this flat lake. Amidst the small exclamations, the white waves became more and more intense.

Zhang Zhang Piaoxu gritted his teeth and wrestled, his hands and face were full of blue veins, but amidst the cheers of the crowd, only a "crack" sound was heard, and the willow branch he stepped on snapped abruptly.

Zhang Zhang Piaoxu fell backward, and the silver fishing line flew high into the air. The crowd was surprised and regretful. Pei Ye had already subconsciously looked into the lake.

But under the night sky, amidst the mixed candlelight and moonlight on the dim lake surface, a giant scaly object flicked half of its fish body, and the fluttering tail stirred up beautiful ripples.

It passed in a flash. Pei Ye, who had fished for many years, didn't recognize what kind of fish this beautiful form was for a while.