Ningzhou, Ningxiao City, in front of the State Pastoral Mansion.

Luo Xiangwu stood in front of the high platform at the gate of the mansion with a gloomy face, and more than 20 Cang Yuwei behind him were lined up, white horses and silver armor were connected in a line, people did not move, and horses did not move, all like sculptures.

He had been standing here for a long time, four hours from the time the sun was shining to the end of the day.

The sweat on his forehead was wet and dry, dry and wet, but he didn't bother to wipe it.

Squeak.

Suddenly, the heavy door of the mansion in front of him was slowly opened, and a middle-aged man dressed as a scholar in black slowly walked out of the gap in the door. He glanced at the man in front of him, then lowered his head and handed out a letter: "Lord Luo, this is what the state pastor asked me to hand over to the adult, the state pastor has been busy with affairs recently, so he will not meet the adult in person, and I ask Lord Luo to forgive me." ”

Luo Xiangwu accepted the letter expressionlessly, and said politely: "This is a matter of humble duty. ”

The black-clothed scholar nodded, and his body retreated into the mansion door, and the heavy mansion door made a heavy muffled sound, and then slowly closed.

When the door of the mansion was completely closed, Luo Xiangwu's face immediately became cloudy.

He tore open the envelope of the letter, unfolded the letter paper in front of his eyes, and when he looked closely, the dense clouds suddenly turned into a surging thunder.

"Jiang Huanshui!" he muttered the name of Lord Zhou Mu in a low voice, the letter paper in his hand was crumpled into a ball by him, and the green tendons on the back of his hand burst out, like a snake and a dragon entrenched. He walked quickly off the high platform, and the armor soldiers standing under the stage stepped forward one after another.

"Go back to Wupan City!" Luo Xiangwu said in a deep voice, not responding to the gazes of many armor soldiers, he walked straight to his mount, turned over his horse, raised his horsewhip, and walked away in the direction of the city gate.

The Cangyu guards behind him looked at each other, but they didn't dare to ask more, so they could only quickly follow Luo Xiangwu to turn over and get on the horse, and go straight to Wupan City.

......

When you step into the house, the rain curtain behind you becomes dense again.

Wei Lai was no stranger to such a change, he put away the oil-paper umbrella in his hand, and put him on the inside of the courtyard gate to drain it.

"I'm back. Looking back, Liu Jiejie had already walked up.

The old man was hunched over, but his steps were as fast as a young man, and his face was full of kind smiles, but the bruise on his forehead was somewhat piercing.

Wei Lai sighed, a little helpless.

He groped in his arms, and pulled out a heavy cloth bag, which was stained with water, and it was still steaming, and a faint fragrance lingered in the room.

"Buns in the east of the city?" the old man narrowed his eyes, and a smile was not good on his shriveled face. He stretched out his hand and took the cloth bag, and ran to the main house with a smoke, and did not pay attention to squatting on the ground to open the cloth bag and eat.

There are eight big vegetable buns, but Liu Jiejie gobbled them up, and ate four of them in one go, but looking at the unfinished posture, the remaining four are estimated to be unable to escape the clutches.

Wei who walked to the door of the main house looked at the old man's reincarnation of the starving ghost, and couldn't help but think of the scene two days ago.

At that time, he made up his mind to "expel Liu Jiejie from the house", but what he never expected was that this old man who was full of pits and abduction really had Zhong Kui's determination to hit the pillar.

Wei Lai, who was soft-hearted for a while, used the excuse of wanting to preserve the ancestral industry, after all, he still responded to Liu Jiejie's stalking, and promised to let him live until his relatives returned home. It's just that Wei Lai still underestimated Liu Jiejie's heart, the old man said that he didn't eat for nothing, patted his chest and wanted to take care of Wei Lai's daily life, but in fact?

Just like now, every day I have food and clothes...... Well, in fact, except for the shirt that was forcibly seized by the old man, Wei Lai has few clothes left to wear.

At this time, Liu Jiejie had already finished eating the seventh bun, and looked at the last "survivor" with a fierce face. However, he also seemed to notice Wei Lai's gaze, and his face showed a rare look of shame, he reluctantly lifted the last bun, looked at Wei Lai, and asked, "Do you eat?"

Wei Lai, who rushed to the Dragon King Temple early in the morning, didn't eat anything, but after catching a glimpse of Liu Jiejie's hand that was about to shake the bun flat, he still shook his head and said, "You eat, I'm not hungry." ”

Hearing this, Liu Zhijie was afraid that Wei Lai would regret it, so he swallowed it in his mouth. At this time, Wei Lai walked to the wooden chair in the room and sat down, still frowning and silent.

Liu Jiejie, who was not full of wine and couldn't be full, finally remembered his parents who cared about his food and clothing.

He didn't clean up the debris scattered on the ground, and sat down beside Wei Lai with a big grin, and said with a smile: "What is the little brother worried about?

Wei Lai raised his head and glanced at the old man, and said angrily: "I'm worried that you eat like this, the house left by my father will have to be eaten for you sooner or later." ”

Liu Jiejie did not have the slightest consciousness of sending people under the fence, he leisurely cocked his feet, and said slowly in his mouth: "The old man followed my wife who had been gone for sixty years, eating fasting and chanting Buddha, but the slightest meat was not stained, how much can a few buns be worth, that day I could see that there was a silver ticket of one hundred taels in the arms of the little brother, the old man was desperate, and he couldn't eat the ancestral business of the little brother even if he died." ”

Saying that, the old man paused intentionally this time, and then said again with a roll of his eyes: "So, the old man thinks that the little brother must have other troubles." ”

Liu Jiejie said the truth, but Wei Lai heard the noise and annoyance, he simply stood up, pulled up Liu Jiejie, pushed it directly outside the house, and closed the door with a bang while the other party's words were not finished.

"Alas, Xiao Wei is here! The old man was a well-known confidant brother back then, and anyone in my place will talk to me about any troubles, if you think about it, I will accept eight, no! ten buns. The old man who was swept out of the door still shouted at the crack of the door, trying hard to promote his business, but after closing the door, there was no sound in the house, Liu Jiejie stood outside the door for a while, and then he died of his heart, shaking his head and humming a little song back to his new residence - firewood room.

Wei Lai, who was in the house, locked the door after making sure that Liu Jiejie was far away, and then returned to the corner of the room where his wooden box and bedding were placed, and quickly took out the dry objects one by one and placed them in front of him.

Wei Lai's progress in the past few days has been exceptionally smooth, he looked through the bronze mirror on his thin back, the dragon phase had already taken shape, and at this moment, only the last scale on the dragon's neck had not yet been completed.

May 12, there are still two days left before the May 14th set by Lu Guanshan, as long as he completes the last scale today......

Thinking of this, Wei Lai did not hesitate for a minute, he took a towel in his mouth, and the black python was also burned in front of the candlestick, and when everything was ready, Wei Lai took a deep breath again, and slowly landed the burning hot dagger on his back with a hideous face.

......

Night is approaching, and the rain continues to fall outside.

The hungry Liu Jiejie walked to the gate of the courtyard, and was about to urge Wei Lai, who had been in the house for a long afternoon without sound, to go out and buy some food. But before his hand could be raised, he had not had time to land on the door.

"Your uncle!"

"Lu Guanshan, you lied to me!"

But he heard an angry roar from the room, and the closed door was suddenly pushed open from the inside, with great force.

Liu Jiejie, who was standing outside the house, was caught off guard and was smashed straight on the door of his face by the roaring door.

Wei Lai's body rushed out of the house, ignoring the heavy rain outside the house, he rushed into the rain curtain and left without looking back.

In the middle of the night, Liu Wei, who was smashed by the door, stood up from behind the door in embarrassment, and his face was crisscrossed with red marks, which were exactly the same as the carved ornaments on the door.

"Young people now, what's going on?"

"A few buns are only a lot of money, if you don't give it, you won't give it, can you beat me this old man? Be careful that I blackmail you for one hundred and eighty taels of silver." Liu Jiejie rubbed the red marks on his face, muttered dissatisfiedly, but looked into the room along the wide open door.

Probably because he was in too much of a hurry, the items in Wei Lai's house hadn't had time to be cleaned up.

Liu Jie looked at the direction of the courtyard door with a thief's eyebrows, and after making sure that Wei Lai would not come back in a short time, he sneaked into the door.

Bronze mirrors, candlesticks, wooden boxes, bedding......

The old man's gaze swept over the objects one by one, and suddenly he stood still, his eyes shining in one place.

Next to a haphazard gray purse, on the clean-cleaned floor, a few faint golden dots of light shimmered equally indiscernible under the light of the candle flame.

Liu Qijie squatted down, reached out and picked up the golden points of light on the ground, and looked at it—it was a golden dust, like something scraped from some gold-plated thing.

Liu Jiejie's eyes narrowed, and he put the thing to his lips and licked it gently.

Then his already furrowed face was wrinkled, like a dried grapefruit peel. He spat and whispered, "Phew!"

"The fishy smell of the old snake is disgusting. ”