Just after the cold winter, the spring of Liancheng came earlier than before, this is a good season, although the peach blossoms have not yet bloomed, but the branches have flower bones, exude a faint fragrance of flowers, smell intoxicating; green grassland, after the spring rain, drill out from the ground, tender green, so unpleasant; spring is coming, all things are revived, a piece of verdant; firewood people in the mountains, while picking up the dead firewood in the mountains, while singing happily and loudly.

"The lotus city is good, it is a big lotus city, the thousand-year-old city wall, the 10,000-year-old mountain, the hundred lotus pond, there are thousands of lotuses, a Fengyun valley in the east, a thunderbolt gorge in the south, the moat in the north, the surging water to the sunset。。。。。。。 ”

The song is loud and cheerful, and the harmony in the mountains endures.

At the foot of the mountain, an old monk, sitting in an ox cart, holding an unknown book in his hand, quietly flipped through it; the uneven mountain road, ups and downs, very rhythmic; the ox cart was bumpy and harmful, which did not affect his reading of the scriptures at all, with long white eyebrows, like two handfuls of silk dust, gently fluttering in the spring breeze, and his eyes full of wisdom were black and white, like a mirror that could be seen by light, which could mirror the rules of heaven and earth, and could reflect the joys and sorrows of the world.

He came from the misty mountains, like a god.

"Huh!"

The old monk suddenly put down the scriptures in his hand, raised his head, his eyes suddenly flashed, and he looked towards the east gate of Liancheng, where there was a faint golden light, and it was gone.

At the east gate of Liancheng, more than a dozen people called Huazi hurriedly entered the city gate and went straight to Tang's house. After that, seven more handsome black horses, camels with seven handsome men, rampaged into the city gate.

On the eighth day of March in the third year of the third year of the Great Yuan Kingdom, the Tang Mansion was overjoyed and added a unicorn.

Firecrackers rang out in front of the gate of the Tang Mansion, crackling and shaking the entire Liancheng; red silk was hung in front of the door, and even the necks of the two stone lions were covered with festive red cloth strips, and the huge plaque, the word "Tang Mansion" also exuded dazzling golden light in the sun.

People coming in and out, with joy on their faces, holding their heads high, smiling, talking, busy, the white powder wall has become a happy world inside and out.

The old housekeeper took the servant to distribute the candy, the pedestrians stopped, gathered at the gate of the Tang Mansion, begging for the candy, the surrounding neighbors laughed and said congratulations loudly, a few five or six-year-old children walked around in the crowd, chasing and running, the candy asked again and again, so it was not lively.

A woman in her thirties asked with a smile: "Housekeeper, the fourth young master's unicorn is not named, why don't you take it out to the neighbors, the concubine's daughter Mei Niang will be ten years old in the spring, or let the little young master be a child daughter-in-law." ”

Before the old housekeeper could speak, a sturdy man on the side scolded with a smile: "You ugly woman, you don't look at your own net worth, just your yellow-haired girl, you can be worthy of the little master." Even if you fill the house for the little master in the future, it depends on the mood of the little master when he grows up. After speaking, he asked the old housekeeper for some candy, and asked with a smile: "Thirteenth uncle, has the little young master taken a name, Ru Jingxing is a duke, and he has reached the word 'chao' in his generation." ”

The old housekeeper smiled and said: "The big name Chaoyang, entered the ancestral hall, and went to the family tree, but the child is short of wood in the five elements, and the meaning of the head of the family is to take a small name, what is lacking to make up, and name the forest;

The surrounding neighbors all gathered around to listen, muttering the word 'Tang Bai', and then laughing happily: "Good name, good name." At that moment, an outcry came from behind the crowd, and then someone was heard shouting fiercely, "Get out of the way!"

The old housekeeper frowned and looked behind the crowd, only to see a group of people called Huazi, who came out of nowhere, their clothes were tattered, dirty and smelly, like a moving stinky mud ditch, holding a broken porcelain bowl in their hands, and a yellow bamboo pole in their arms, not like a begging flower, but like a fierce and vicious villain.

The Tang family is a good family, and they usually get along with their neighbors, and some people see that this group of Huazi is coming fiercely, so they deliberately block the way and do not let an inch go. But I saw that the group of people who called Huazi took it casually, and the people who didn't let the way fly up one after another, fell out of the zhang, and couldn't get up with half a sound.

A young man full of fleas took out a small string of firecrackers, lit them with charcoal and threw them in the crowd, the crackling explosion frightened the crowd of onlookers to retreat in horror, and the children cried out in fright.

The servant of the Tang family had a cold face, not having a good face, and the old housekeeper clasped his hands and looked coldly at the sudden Huazi who came out, and said nothing.

Walking in the front is a middle-aged man named Hua, tall, with an open chest, a large patch of black hair, and the muscles of his arms are one by one, looking more like a wrestler.

He waved his hand casually, and Hanako behind him immediately stopped. The middle-aged flower knocked on the broken bowl in her right hand with the bamboo pole in her left hand, and suddenly sang in her mouth:

"Firecrackers fall to the ground and bloom, and the flowers bloom into rich and noble families, so that flowers come thousands of miles to beg, and your mansion is kind to the heroes. Don't want gold to come and don't want silver, just ask for the Lotus Sutra of the Book of Heaven, do good deeds today, and God will bless the Ming Dynasty for thousands of years. One is to thank the main family for their kindness, the second is to remember the main family for a hundred years, the third is to wish the main family a happy life, and the fourth is to protect the whole family of the main family. ”

The old housekeeper's face was expressionless, although he was a housekeeper, he used to be a Jianghu man.

Jianghu is a world different from the world, there is no morality, no law, and no human feelings, it is a world full of grievances, right and wrong, madness, killing, and ruthlessness.

The people of the rivers and lakes live a life of licking blood with knives and playing the struggle of life to the death; they are like groups of primitive beasts, without fear.

The old housekeeper's eyes narrowed, and he said coldly: "A group of stinky flowers, and they also have faces that call themselves heroes! ”

At the same time, there were already servants with sticks, ready to move, and others hurried into the house to inform their masters.

The people of the Tang family don't like to cause trouble, but they are never afraid of things, even if they are servants, they are all iron-clad men.

The middle-aged man called Hua Cracked his mouth and smiled, and the big black and yellow teeth were disgusting to look at, but he didn't care about it, and opened his mouth and said: "The housekeeper misunderstood, the flower is not here to spread wild, it is to go back to the Mo family a hundred years ago, you don't know the truth, when the Tang family master comes out, he will have his own explanation." After speaking, he ignored the old housekeeper, and then sang again: "Spring blooms and spring falls, and the summer cicadas can't sing in autumn。。。。。。 ”

The people around them felt that something big was happening, and some people began to understand that these evil beggars came from the rivers and lakes.

The timid ones had already begun to leave, and the bold ones had taken refuge in the buildings or in the alleys, looking curiously.

At this moment, the sound of horses' hooves sounded at the end of the street, fast as thunder from far and near, seven tall black horses like a dark cloud, hunched across the sword of the white-clothed warrior, rolled up a gust of wind straight towards the Tang Mansion.

A little yellow dog in the alley was frightened, rushed out in a panic, barked, blocked the street, and did not know how to advance or retreat.

The horse under the samurai seat bounced its front hooves, and the horses jumped high, and the horse's hooves stepped on the little yellow dog, accompanied by the screams of the little yellow dog, bringing up a piece of blood, and rushed past.

The six horsemen behind followed one after another, like a gust of wind, rushed to the door of the Tang Mansion in an instant, the horse's hooves stood high in the face of the spring sun, and then like a wooden stake, standing neatly and quietly next to the flowers.

The old butler became much more serious, looked at the white-clothed warrior who had just flown over, and sneered: "It seems that today is really a festive day. ”

As soon as the old housekeeper's words fell, he saw an old man of half a hundred walking out of the mansion, and his white and thin face showed that the old man must have been a rare beautiful man when he was young. He clasped his hands behind his back, leisurely, like a rich man who admires flowers, his pale yellow robe wrapped around his fairly tall body, long white boots stepped briskly, out of the threshold, standing on the steps, squinting at the smelly flowers and spotless horseback warriors, and muttered to himself: "Eighteen fierce beggars, seven black horses." These are all killers who don't blink. ”

The old butler slowly walked up the steps, walked to the half-hundred-year-old man, and said respectfully: "Fourth master, I'm disturbing you!"

The half-hundred old man waved his hand and said, "Thirteen, what do these people have to say?"

The old housekeeper said: "I heard that I want the Tang family's heavenly book, but I don't know where I heard the rumors, the old slave has been in the Tang Mansion for more than 40 years, and I have never heard of any heavenly book in the Tang Mansion." ”

The half-hundred-year-old man was stunned for a moment, and then said lightly: "The tree wants to be quiet and the wind does not stop, the Tang family has withdrawn from the rivers and lakes, and only wants to live a peaceful and stable life, it seems that it is not what people want." After speaking, he said: "This matter is full of evil spirits, I'm afraid it's not so simple, and there are still people coming." ”

Sure enough, footsteps sounded at the end of the street again, and the sound of 'stepping, stepping' was dull and depressing, and every time it seemed to be stepping on people's hearts, making people uncomfortable.

At the corner of the street, a middle-aged man in his thirties walked out slowly.

People walk very casually because they are used to it, but he walks very carefully with every step, and the distance of each step is as if measured with a ruler. He was tall and thin, his hands and feet were longer than ordinary people, and he seemed to be walking very slowly, but in a blink of an eye, he arrived at the steps of the Tang Mansion, quietly looked at the half-hundred-year-old man on the steps, his face was expressionless, and he said lightly: "Tang Jingjie, I haven't seen you for a long time, don't come to harm." ”

Everyone looked at the half-hundred-year-old man, the master known as 'Mr. Iron Fist' by the people of the rivers and lakes was actually the fourth master of the Tang family.

Tang Jingjie's gaze was like an invisible blade, shooting directly at the middle-aged man, and said coldly: "Xiang Zichun, are you also here for the Mozi Sutra?" Maybe you want to find such an excuse and want to call the Tang family's catties?"

The middle-aged man said quietly: "More than a hundred years ago, the Mo family in Yujing spread a scripture called "Lotus Sutra", which is engraved with the Dafa of Heaven. Later, the Mo family was wiped out, and more than 300 people died overnight, and the magical scripture also disappeared that night, you must have heard of it. ”

Tang Jingjie nodded when he heard this, and said, "This matter is a rumor after all, even if it is true, what does it have to do with my Tang family." ”

"More than a hundred years ago, the ancestor of the Tang family was from Yujing, and the tragedy of the Mo family was done by the ancestor of your Tang family. ”

Before Xiang Zichun could speak, a shrill and thin voice sounded, and then a short and thin old woman suddenly appeared, like a gust of wind, out of nowhere, as if it appeared out of thin air.