Song Yu thought for a while and said, "There is a 'farewell pavilion' 1 km in front of the south gate, and there is an open grass near the 'farewell pavilion', I think it's good there!" ”

"Ahem! Very good. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info let's go! The old man walked first on crutches, and the young man followed.

Fang Shu said goodbye to Song Yu: "Song Daxia, I'm leaving!" ”

Song Yu had a good impression of Fang Shu, and said with a smile: "Little brother, I'll go over with you!" The four of them walked along the official road towards the "farewell pavilion".

"Old man, do you have a big name?" Song Yu said with a smile as he walked.

"Ahem! An old mortal, my name is not enough, just call me an old man. The old man bowed his head and said.

Song Yu knew that the old man was low-key, so he stopped asking questions and continued to move forward.

"Whoa! Rushing! ......" There was a sound of water running ahead.

A group of four people soon saw a small river, the river is a stone bridge, there is a pavilion near the north bank of the stone bridge, next to the pavilion there are various small flowers such as foxglove, white crystal chrysanthemum, etc., and a willow tree is flying in the wind, it is "the long hatred of spring to return to nowhere to find, I don't know to turn here", the scenery is beautiful.

"The one ahead is the 'farewell kiosk.'" Song Yu pointed to the pavilion with the index finger of his right hand.

“…… The grass and trees in the slanting sun, the ordinary alleys, and the humane slaves once lived. Thinking back then, Jin Ge Iron Horse swallowed thousands of miles like a tiger. "There are people in the pavilion chanting strong words.

"Good! It is both heroic and sad, with deep affection and righteousness. Song Yu approached the pavilion and praised.

Behind the pillar of the "Farewell Pavilion" turned out an elegant scholar Ximen Feiyang, holding a folding fan in his left hand and a book of words in his right hand.

When he saw Song Yu, he was overjoyed: "Xiao Song, why did you return to the capital so quickly this time?" ”

Song Yu didn't answer, and winked at the west gate.

The West Gate flew and the folding fan was raised, and seven silver needles flew out of the fan bones.

"Be careful!" Song Yu's left hand remnant blood knife turned around in front of his chest, five silver needles flew away, and the remaining two silver needles flew towards the old man who followed closely.

Seeing that the old man was suffering, he crutched, stretched out two fingers of his right hand, and grabbed two silver needles, and with a flick, the two silver needles flew towards the west gate.

Simon Feiyang hid sideways behind the pillar, and two silver needles flew out of the pavilion and fell into the river.

Fang Shu saw that the old man easily dissolved the silver needle, and the young man's face did not change, and he was not shocked, and he couldn't help but look at this old man and young man with admiration.

"It's dangerous! It's dangerous! Simon Feiyang came out from behind the pillar, and when he saw that everyone was okay, he smiled.

"Ahem! This son, you and I have no grievances, why do you want to attack the old decay with a silver needle? The old man asked.

Ximen Feiyang walked down the stone steps slowly: "Old man, I'm sorry! I am here to make amends to you. I was going to 'attack' Xiao Song, but I didn't expect ......"

Song Yu turned around and explained: "Old man, this friend of mine often plays the 'flying needle game' with me, presumably because of habit, and when he saw me, he accidentally sent out a silver needle. ”

Fang Shu muttered in his heart: Song Daxia was polite and played such a dangerous game. Master is right, "People are not allowed to look good. ”

He looked around, and there was indeed a green meadow in front of the "farewell pavilion", half the size of a football field.

"Ahem! That's it! That's it! The old man no longer pursued.