Section 2: Shock

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Weiyang is famous in ancient and modern times, and Yang Ling is not the first time to come, but this area is vast, and he only knows what the specific location is in the Shuangqiao Road of Jindaomen City, and he is not clear.

Stepping on the stone bridge, the bridge has a row of railings, and the railings are carved with moon and clouds, which is extremely exquisite.

Yang Ling walked while looking into the distance in the bridge, only to see the distant mountains verdant and curling, long clouds and sparkling, covering the sky and closing the sun; I couldn't help but sigh: "'The spring rain breaks the bridge and people are not overwhelmed, and the boat holds out the willow shade [1]. ’”

He got off the stone bridge, and was looking for someone to ask, when he happened to come to a fan stall, and he didn't realize that he was moved, so he picked up a folding fan and looked at it.

I saw that the upper layer of the fan is rocky and ravine, the waterfall is flowing and the spring is flowing, the mountainside is green and lush, and the branches are old and dry; the flat lake and a bay under the mountain are clear to the bottom. Yang Ling turned over and saw the poem on the topic, and unconsciously chanted: "The daughter has a wild road in front of the mountain, and the sound of the pine is biased towards the sound of the spring." Try to lean your ears from the silence, and you will feel angry. He muttered, "Painting is good, and poetry is good!"

This poem and painting are all made by Tang Yin, a genius in the south of the Yangtze River, and his brushwork is more free and flexible than that of the Southern Song Dynasty. This painting is thick and dry, just right, the brush frustration turns, flying vigorously, cleverly pointing out the artistic conception of pine sound......"

Yang Ling listened to the dealer pointing and chattering, and asked, "How do you sell this fan?" The dealer replied diligently: "This Tang Yin's authentic work is not comparable to the side, Xianggong is a person who knows the goods, so I will sell it to you for just one or two silver, what do you see?" Yang Ling's hand froze, but immediately replied briskly: "Okay, one or two is one or two, one or two, where to find the authentic works." ”

The dealer smiled awkwardly, took the money, and thanked him. Yang Ling asked: "May I ask how to go to the Zheng family at the Golden Dao Gate from here?" The man was stunned for a moment: "Xiang Gong wants to go to the Golden Dao Gate?" Yang Ling saw that his expression was different, and he didn't feel strange: "Exactly, I don't know what's wrong? ”

The dealer was about to answer, but a voice suddenly came out next to him and said, "Golden Dao Zheng family, I know where it is, I'll take you there!!"

Yangzhou market has always been noisy, and Yang Ling didn't notice who was next to him just now. He turned his head to see a little beggar of fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in rags, his eyes bulging and rolling, and he smiled slightly, and then turned to look at the stall owner again.

"Then the Zheng family is in ......"

"Hey, you ignore me, do you look down on me!?" The beggar snatched the white again: "You boys, don't care when you see people wearing torn clothes, if I am also wearing gorgeous satin brocade, see if you still slap me?" made Yang Ling cry and laugh, but he really had the interest of "I don't know who is laughing at each other [2]".

He had no choice but to clench his fists and say, "Don't dare, don't dare, then, annoyed that this little brother is leading the way!" The beggar was satisfied: "It's almost the same!

Before the stall owner could say anything, the flower urged: "Hurry up! Don't rub it off!" Pulling Yang Ling's sleeve and running, Yang Ling was suspicious: "What is the purpose of this person insisting on leading the way?" I have to pay close attention to him. Suddenly, he thought: "Could it be a disciple of the Beggar Gang?" He carefully paid attention to the little flower's steps, although he was light and fast, but his feet lacked strength, but he was just an ordinary young man of this age, and he didn't seem to know any martial arts.

"Hey, I said, it's autumn, what kind of fan do you buy?" Xiao Shouting Hua ran and asked: "It's going to be cold if you go down again, what are you doing with this fan?" Yang Ling smiled slightly and didn't answer. "And ah......" He ran for a while, and couldn't help but be a little out of breath: "Where is this real thing, it's a fake, and you can buy it for a tael of silver!"

Yang Lingqi said: "Oh, I can't imagine that little brother, you can actually distinguish the authenticity of this fan, it's really ......" He wanted to say "People can't look good", but seeing that the little flower has a strong self-esteem, it seems too rude to say this, so he stopped.

"What do you not know about that? I am familiar with this area of Yangzhou! The monopoly on fakes in Dongfang, and the monopoly on imitations in West Street, this is the first time I have seen a fool like you!"

Yang Ling realized: "It turns out that this beggar saw that I was generous...... Zheng Tiannan's fiftieth birthday, isn't it today?" he folded his fan and patted it: "I see, this little guy must be using the righteousness of leading the way to ask me to take him to eat red." When I get to Zheng's house later, I'll give him some silver taels. "The Zheng family is very rich, Zheng Tiannan has a big birthday, and there will be a special canteen to receive these people who eat white food.

Yang Ling thought about it, his doubts decreased slightly, and the little flower said: "You playboys, you must shake the fan to be elegant." Yang Ling was stunned when he heard this, and then smiled and said, "Little brother has learned a lesson!"

Yang Ling's purchase of a fan is of course to cover up his identity, but he also has the intention of being elegant and elegant. This thought was nothing, but it was inevitably embarrassing for him to be so awkwardly said by a little flower.

After a short time, the two of them saw a large manor in front of them. There is a lantern with a white background hanging outside the village, a big book on it is a Zheng character, the door is nailed with linen, and the four doormen are also wearing white clothes, and the waist is wrapped with a white belt, as if it is about to be mourned.

Yang Ling was very surprised: "Isn't Zheng Tiannan a big birthday? How can you ......?" Yang Ling wanted to ask who died, but seeing that the Zheng family was so pompous, he was afraid that he would ...... "Big birthday?" Zheng Tiannan had already died, what kind of big birthday was there. Haha, let's fight the autumn breeze and eat white today!" said the little flower with a smile.

"Zheng Tiannan is dead?" Yang Ling said in surprise: "When did you die?" The little flower said: "When? I don't know, maybe a few days ago, what are you doing with so much? Let's go, go in!" Yang Ling shook his head and said secretly: "Zheng Tiannan is actually dead...... Is...... Unexpectedly, is it ......"

Xiao Yuhua pushed Yang Ling forward, and he hid beside him. Mending saw a handsome son leading a dirty little flower, nondescript, and it was not easy to speak for a while.

The leader stepped forward and asked, "I don't know if this son is here to pay tribute to my master?" Yang Ling arched his hand and said, "Exactly." Hearing the death of the elder of Jindao Zheng, the younger generation was deeply saddened and came to mourn today. The leader nodded: "Please inside!" He saw that the little flower was following Yang Ling, and Yang Ling did not say anything, and it was inconvenient to stop him for a while.

When Yang Ling entered, the drummer played a welcome song, low and sad. I saw that they were facing a mourning hall, the coffin was peaceful, and the two compartments were hung with Su cloth couplets, and they said: "Drive the crane west to Danxin to the north of the ground;

Yang Ling took a cursory, although the gesture was extraordinary, but after all, it was not a master's handwriting, and it was not expected to be the question of the local squire, or some people who knew a little about literature and ink.

Yang Ling walked to the spirit and kowtowed three times, and the little flower also learned from him to kowtow. Lingzuo's young man was in his twenties, his appearance was quite extraordinary, and although his expression was sad, it was far less sad than the woman beside him. Lingyou is a martial artist, tall and about thirty years old. All three of them wore linen and white cloth hanging from their heads, and their attire was slightly different, and they each thanked the guests. Yang Ling also returned the favor, and only then did he know that today was the day of Zheng Tiannan's funeral.

When the family led them to the hall, the hall was already crowded with hanging guests, a small half of them were local squires, and most of them were martial arts people, of course, some of them took the opportunity to fight the autumn breeze.

Yang Ling looked at them one by one, but he didn't see Long Yuanjiang, the leader of the Green Dragon Gang. Long Yuanjiang is nicknamed "Horned Golden Dragon", all because there is a large tumor on the forehead, so although Yang Ling has never seen it, it is also very easy to identify. Yang Ling listened attentively to the conversation of the guests, there were indeed many famous people in the hall, Yang Ling was knowledgeable, and most of them were famous and had never met.

Just looking, I happened to look back, and the little flower next to me disappeared without knowing when. Yang Ling was weird, and at this moment, he saw that those children of Dai Xiao invited five old martial artists to sit down at the top, and a few of them were at the bottom. When the guests were seated, the three of them stood up together and raised their glasses to thank everyone, and everyone returned the salute.

Yang Ling unconsciously asked an old martial artist at the same table: "These three are Teacher Zheng's ......" The old martial artist rubbed his beard and said: "Ah, don't you know, little brother?" Yang Ling smiled: "Xiao is here to admire, not a regular guest of the Zheng family." ”

The man nodded, "Oh, I see. It's okay to tell you, lest others ask, you can't answer, and the face of the golden knife door needs to be hung badly. The one on the right hand is Di Suying, the head disciple of the Hengshan faction, the unmarried son-in-law of Teacher Zheng, and the tall and red-nosed one on the left hand is Teacher Zheng's personal disciple He Lian. That woman is naturally Mr. Zheng's eldest daughter. ”

Yang Ling thanked him and thought to himself, "Since Long Yuanjiang is not here, I might as well leave first." He got up and suddenly thought again: "But Zheng Tiannan died suddenly, I'm afraid it has something to do with the Cangnan faction." In this way, could it be that Long Yuanjiang has fallen into the hands of Yan Song? Zheng Tiannan learned of Yan Song's scheme, so he was killed!?"

The old martial artist said that he was rising, and he pulled Yang Lingxu to talk about a lot of things about the Zheng family. Yang Ling sat down and thought to himself: "No, it is said that Long Yuanjiang left Taihu Lake a few days ago, the Cangnan faction attacked the helm of the Qinglong Gang, and Yan Song personally blocked Zhou Changfeng, even if he rushed immediately, it was impossible to reach Yangzhou before Long Yuanjiang." Even if he sent someone to intercept him halfway, how could a general person be his opponent based on Long Yuanjiang's martial arts? Since Long Yuanjiang had told Zheng Tiannan the secret of the Cangnan faction, how could the two of them not take any precautions?"

"However, Long Yuanjiang and Zheng Tiannan did not have a deep friendship, because Zheng Tiannan did not listen to what Long Yuanjiang said, so he gave Yan Song an opportunity to take advantage of? Long Yuanjiang is not a scheming person, could it be that he knew that Yan Song was coming, did not dare to stay, and immediately fled, and sat back to make Zheng Tiannan a scapegoat? Or was there something else in between?"

Yang Ling's thoughts continued, but they were all just guesses, without any evidence, so he had to sigh: "Let's sit down for a while and take a look." ”

At this time, the red-nosed elder brother He Lian got up and said: "The ancestor passed away a few days ago, and the master said: 'Fifty and know the destiny of heaven' I don't want the teacher to hold a fifty birthday banquet, but it becomes a funeral banquet, which is really distressing...... He said, and he couldn't help but cry, and everyone was also embarrassed.

Di Suying also said: "Yes, I think that the old hero Zheng is generous and heroic, but he is a well-known hero in Jiangnan, but he is so unlucky. Zheng Jing listened, and unconsciously sobbed again.

Several old-timers comforted: "The three virtuous nephews should not be too sad, this Golden Daomen major event is all up to the three of them!" "Brother Ma is right, the two virtuous nephews and the virtuous niece should stop crying." "Yes, this is a big matter of revenge, and it is not urgent to come in a hurry, so it is necessary to discuss it slowly. Everyone persuaded He, Zheng and others.

Most of the guests present were people who participated in the wedding banquet that day, and they all knew the cause of Zheng Tiannan's death in detail, and even those who did not know had no intention of asking. Everyone didn't ask, and the Zheng family was naturally willing not to mention it, which made Yang Ling extremely depressed.

People are always like this, if it is a happy event or a happy event, if others do not ask, he will always attract others to ask; if it is a funeral or a hateful event, if others do not know how to raise it and keep asking questions, it will only make the master's family unhappy. That's why people love magpies and crows.

Just when Yang Ling was distressed, a person jumped into the hall and said loudly: "Hey, I said, how did Teacher Zheng die?

[1] From Xu Zhuan's "Spring Trip on the Lake" in the Song Dynasty, the full poem is as follows:

"When will the double flying swallows return? The spring rain broke the bridge and people were not overwhelmed, and the boat propped up the willow shade. ”

The poem expresses the author's joy in encountering obstacles in the process of progress, and moving forward in the obstacles.

[2] From Tang Libai's "Mo Shang Sang", the full poem is as follows:

"The beauty of Weiqiao East, the spring is still silkworms. The five horses are like flying dragons, and the green silk is golden. I don't know who is laughing at each other.

The concubine is Qin Luofu, and the jade face is famous. The green stripe reflects the plain hand, and picks mulberry to the corner of the city. Ignore the king, and talk about Qiuhu again.

The cold cockroach loves the green grass, and the phoenix perches on the green tree. There is a place for trust, but the blame is stupid. In vain, the sun is twilight, and the sky is hesitant. ”

The original poem is ironic, and here it is only taken literally.