Yesterday I was halfway through this chapter, and then I couldn't write it, and then there was no more.

Make up for it today......

Mo Ye remembered that in the days when he lived in Xingjia Village, the master would often practice swords in the courtyard, but when he left that house, no one knew what his martial arts were, and sword moves like this, which were full of killing intent, seemed to have appeared once.

It was a snowball fight between her and Xing Feng, and the snowball thrown by Xing Feng smashed into the courtyard gate, and it happened that the master who had returned at that time was opening the courtyard door from outside and preparing to come in.

That time, it was also a quick sword that came out of its sheath, and the snow was shattered without a trace.

But this time, the fast sword was like a blood-drinking snake, and its slightly twisted body like Yin Lian shuttled through the flying blood foam, striking the throats of the two black-clothed masked men in a flash, priing open the door valve and letting go of their souls.

Mo Ye stood still, feeling a tightness on her waist and a lightness on the soles of her feet, only to find that she had been carried by Lin Shan and rushed to the gate of the courtyard when she came back to her senses.

Mo Ye looked at Lin Shan's side face, his eyes suddenly fell on a few Yin Hongs on his lips, and he couldn't help but be stunned in his heart, and said in a lost voice: "Master......"

Lin Shan didn't look back, but said in a tone like a scolding: "Why did you run back?!" ”

"I ......" Mo Ye opened his mouth before he said one word, and everything after one sentence had no chance to be said. Lin Shan had just stepped onto the threshold of the courtyard gate with her in her arms, and two people suddenly appeared around the courtyard gate, they were also dressed in black and masked, holding sharp blades, the same clothes as the group of people just now.

However, it seems to be a little different.

Lin Shan almost directly encountered these two people, but the sword in the hands of these two people only waved, and then when Lin Shan retreated into the courtyard, the pace of their chase had a sense of hesitation, and the momentum of holding the sword was also different from the previous black-clothed masked people, I don't know if they were deliberately suppressing the depth of kung fu. Or are they themselves an inferior batch.

In any case, after this one face-to-face fight, neither side has anything to lose.

Lin Shan didn't have time to analyze the strangeness of these people, and led Mo Ye to walk a few steps away from the base of the wall, and then suddenly jumped up. The soles of his feet are windy, and the hilt of the soft sword in his hand is buckled upside down against the wall, although his light skills are not as flexible and ingenious as those night walkers who specialize in this way, but it is not difficult to climb over the courtyard wall of this zhangxu.

However, he had just jumped onto the courtyard wall, and before he could even prepare to jump down the wall, a huge net rushed towards him.

This net is woven with rope. It is evident that its purpose is not to catch fish or birds, but to be designed for one person.

Fortunately, Lin Shan's momentum of jumping off the wall was not ready, otherwise he would have crashed into this net. In that huge net of hidden ropes, soft and powerless, it was difficult for him to turn around and come back.

Facing the huge net that spread out, Lin Shan held a soft sword and sword blossomed, and after the tip of the sword trail passed through a few untidy large circles, there were more than a dozen strands of net rope that he used the sword body to buckle. The intricate net ropes carry power from different angles. The blade of the soft sword was slightly twisted, but it still couldn't get rid of the hand that was holding the hilt, and the sword had not lost its soul.

Lin Shan's hand holding the sword showed green tendons on the back of his hand, and he let out a deep sigh, and the sword was violently withdrawn, and the dozen strands of net rope that had been stirred together before were released in an instant. But there was no chance to return to the net, only pieces of rope slag rolled up and fluffy edges flew out.

Such a sudden force also suddenly affected the hidden wound left by Lin Shan's lungs just now by the master who disguised himself as the shopkeeper of the cloth village. The strength between the tall fingers was still in the meridians of his lungs. This series of changes left him no time to recuperate his restless energy, and when his own true force was attracted too quickly, the faint wound became even more obvious.

Lin Shan frowned, pursed his lips and still couldn't hold back a few coughs, and the momentum that suddenly rose in his body just now also dissipated by three points.

But at this time. Another huge net greeted the mask.

Although he successfully destroyed a net just now, the two people who cast the net are still there. It is not difficult for a discerning person to see the deliberate nature of this siege. So how could its participants not be prepared?

The net is just a tool, no one controls it, and any net is a dead thing that will not act on its own. If you want to get out of the yard, you must break the net array; And if you want to break the net formation, you have to start with people.

But at this time, Lin Shan's strength around him was only half of what he had just now, and he wanted him to swing his sword and break the net again, not to mention his own strength, those two net-casters would definitely not let him succeed so easily this time.

So he chose to retreat again.

At the moment before he fell directly from the courtyard wall with Mo Ye in his arms, he saw a group of people lying on the periphery of the courtyard wall, judging from the clothes of the group of people, it seemed that their way of origin was not the same, but the goal should be the same. This means that if he gives up on the top of the courtyard wall, he may even give up the next chance to jump.

When he turned over and fell, he glanced at the sunny sky, and couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart: he did this kind of thing in broad daylight, and no city patrol team found out, it seemed that he had underestimated the power of some officials in Kyoto.

He suddenly remembered a sentence that a man had said.

More than ten years ago, Wang Chi entered Beijing, the imperial flag was renamed, and a group of officials in Beijing were killed and retained. Among the group that remained in office, the most dazzling official position was in addition to Shi Jing, who was the prime minister at the time, followed by the official secretary who returned to his original post. The old Shangshu, who was over 50 years old and had been the chief official of the Ministry of Officials for nearly 20 years in the previous dynasty, after learning that the new emperor allowed him to continue his official post, the first thing he did was to strongly recommend Wan Defu, who was the secretary of the Ministry of Officials at the time and also guaranteed the official to continue his post.

After that, the old man donated all his family property, not for the relief of the victims, but rushed into the treasury with a big name, and only the emperor and several important ministers of the six ministries knew about it. Then he divorced his wife and concubines, dismissed his servants, left his two sons and one daughter in Kyoto, and left the city with only an old butler.

He was so ruthless to himself, just so that the new emperor could agree to let him return to the field.

Twenty years of service as a secretary of the ministry, its roots are far-reaching, how can the new emperor not be vigilant?

This request of Lord Lao Shangshu seems simple, but it is not. Of course, the old man also knew where his request for his life was difficult, so he was so cruel to himself, and in a few moves, he cut himself into a stick that was smooth on all sides. Maybe he is more like cutting off the vines that implicate him but are slowly rotting, he will hurt and bleed, but he also cuts off the opportunity for those vines to rot together with the main body.

When Lao Shangshu left Beijing, he walked all by water. His reason was very simple, there were no servants around him, only an old butler who was also old, and he walked by water without caring about the carriages and horses, and went down the river, and he was less bumpy, and less harassed by some road bandits—he didn't have much silver!

However, this reason is likely to be as unreal as the one he used to resign.

In a piece of water closest to Beijing, Lao Shangshu invited Lin Shan to talk for a night. At that time, if Lin Shan wanted to travel far away, his righteous brother Wang Chi would definitely arrange a group of masters to embellish him. Lao Shangshu's move was deeply embellished with his affection for Kyoto, but the purpose was still visible to those who knew it.

However, he made himself too clean, Wang Chi didn't think about moving him for the time being, it was a kind of feedback for him to give away all his family property, Lin Shan's boat send-off, which is equivalent to Wang Chi keeping Lao Shangshu safe halfway, as for whether the back half of the road is safe or not, it depends on his creation.

In the middle of the night, in the cabin, the old man was too strong to drink, and after three or five spicy soups, his figure sitting on the grass began to be unstable, his back gradually became rickety, his eyes became more and more cloudy, and his voice was a little rough.

He looked at the turbid wine in the lamp and said: "I hope that the current emperor can bless the world and the country and the people." To put it irreverently, I have lived to this age, and it has little to do with me who becomes the emperor, I just hope that the country will be strong, so that even if I go to the border to plant square inches of land, I don't have to worry about not being able to live. Although my heirs are not around, without my prelining, they can gradually forget the identity of the son of the Shangshu family. I hope they will understand that it may be more comfortable to be an ordinary farmer in a rich and powerful country than to be a general in a poor, weak and empty country. ”

The young man in plain shirt sitting opposite him said with a smile: "You will feel that the greens are sweeter when you eat too much abalone, and people who eat greens every day don't want to eat a meal of abalone!" ”

The old man smiled too, squinting his eyes, and the skin of his eyes, which had lost their elasticity, collapsed even harder, so that his eyes were almost a slit.

"No one rules that people who eat vegetables every day are not allowed to eat abalone once in a while." He drank a glass of wine, smacked his lips and said: "Eat abalone every day, you will vomit, and when you suddenly want to change the taste and eat a meal of green vegetables, you are disgusted to find that your stomach is stuffed with others who are respectful on the surface, but in fact, it is like the abalone that you are forced to eat by the situation, the green vegetables are in front of you, but you can't eat a mouthful, what will you do?" ”

"I ......" hesitated for a moment to the person sitting there, and did not answer directly, but just changed his words and said: "However, you should have become accustomed to this kind of life, maybe in a few years, you will be able to return to your hometown, you can still eat vegetables, and life will not be as poor as it is now." Later Sheng also said something disrespectful, Wang Chi values you, not only for nearly 30 years of seniority in the ministry, but also for what you have done for the overall situation and for the people, and the sacrifices you have made, he has also seen it. He...... Not that ruthless person. ”

When the old man heard this, his face showed a look of wanting to say and stopping, and at the end he just laughed dryly.

After laughing, he poured himself a glass of wine, and after taking a sip, he slowly spoke again: "Brother Anyuan, if only I could meet you more than ten years ago, working with you must not be as tiring as dealing with those impetuous guys, alas! Maybe I'm not right, you may not belong to the court at all. ”

"What do you mean by that?" The person sitting in the seat spoke faintly.