Zhu Di heard the sound of the crowd rioting, stopped, and turned around.

The man in Tsing Yi had already drawn his knife and held it tightly with his right hand, even though it was a half-crippled hand, which was a wise choice for a right-handed person.

His knives are somewhat like Tang knives and some like Shaolin plum blossom knives, which are longer than single knives but shorter than long swords. The blade is extremely thin and sharp, and only the purest steel can create such a sharp edge.

"Embroidered Spring Knife!" Zhu Di secretly exclaimed in his heart. He had never used the Embroidered Spring Knife, but he knew the power of the Embroidered Spring Knife, sharpening iron like clay, and usually the weapon would turn into a stump and broken arm when it touched it.

He concluded that this man was the captain who was following him, and wondered why he was attacked halfway, and who dared to attack the captain of the brocade guard.

Zhu Di looked at Chang Yan, who was indifferently facing his long sword towards the embroidered spring knife. With a "clang", the flames were shining, and a gap unfortunately appeared in the flawless thin blade of the long sword, but this did not affect the captain like a mountain of eggs.

The lieutenant's right arm began to ooze blood, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he pressed his sword against the sword with all his might, his pale face was frustrated, for he had never used the embroidered spring knife so clumsily.

With the loss of faith, the resistance plummets, and the captain knows that he has only one chance left - to escape. However, he would never have expected that it was this thought that would quickly drive him to his death.

No one can run through it. No one can run like him with a sword.

The lieutenant ran forward with all his heart, his crippled right arm swinging hard, his light steps like galloping horses, and the perfect coordination lasted only a moment, as the sword burst through his back and pointed out from his navel. The lieutenant staggered two steps and collapsed in a pool of blood.

Zhu Di looked at the scene in front of him in amazement, he didn't even have time to think about whether to help the captain, everything was over.

When he came back to his senses, the only clearing on the street where there were no pedestrians was covered in blood, and a twisted corpse showed signs of painful struggle.

Someone poked his head out and whispered in the two rows of shops along the street. They are itching, and their urgency to know what is going on is no less than half a point less than Zhu Di.

Zhu Di didn't step forward to check, he didn't know how many pairs of eyes were staring behind his back, those in the palace, those outside the palace, those who were hidden, those who were elusive.

What exactly are they trying to do?

On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15, when the bright moon was in the sky, the disciples of Shennong Palace sat in groups to admire the moon on the venue where they usually practiced martial arts.

Shennong Palace is the largest palace in the western part of the Central Plains, with more than 5,200 disciples and miscellaneous servants in the palace. It has a long history, founded by the descendants of the Shennong clan more than 2,000 years ago, with the purpose of carrying forward the Shennong theory.

The position of the palace master of Shennong Palace is not only passed to the descendants of the Shennong clan, but the person with the strongest ability among the disciples selected by the previous palace master to serve as the successor palace master. In this way, the divine pesticide theory has been passed down from generation to generation of excellent successors.

Compared with the life span of the dynasty, Shennong Palace can be called immortal, it has witnessed the rise and fall of generations of dynasties in the wind and rain, and it has taken the opportunity to hold the pole in the deep mountains and wilderness, day by day. Now it has deep roots and has become the leading big gang in the Central Plains.

It divides pharmacology into categories, each of which is intensively cultivated, and is at the pinnacle of curing, making and detoxifying diseases, and is also outstanding in martial arts.

The current head of Shennong Palace is called Nong Qingyun, nearly fifty years old, although he is in his prime, but the dragon is fierce and energetic, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and forehead not only fail to hide the handsomeness between his eyebrows, but add a bit of foresight and foresight.

He doesn't like to laugh, and the people in Shennong Palace don't like to laugh. I don't know if it's because the palace rules are strict and everyone doesn't smile, so he doesn't laugh, or because he doesn't laugh, so others don't dare to laugh.

In short, on weekdays, Shennong Palace was as silent as death, and the disciples did not have any entertainment and leisure activities except for studying and practicing.

But when it comes to traditional festivals, such as New Year, Shangyuan and Mid-Autumn Festival, the palace will present a very different and joyful atmosphere, which will surprise outsiders, as if they see a person who has not eaten for three days and wants to swallow a strong cow in one go.

The moon stars are scarce, and the autumn is high and cool. The high-profile protagonist is radiant, dazzling, and touching, as if everything in heaven and earth was born for her, bowing to her feet and accepting her gift of radiance.

One of the disciples suddenly chanted in a loud voice:

When the treasure mirror rises in the sky, the fairy in the clouds is silent;

The round is full of equal colors, and the clouds are thousands of miles bright;

The cunning rabbit falls from the string, and the toad is born in front of him;

The Lingcha intends to join hands with each other, and wait for the galaxy to be completely cleared. ①

Some of the rest of the crowd chanted in unison, and some clapped their thighs rhythmically, as if they wanted to score this magical poem.

Nong Tieshu added another thing to cheer up, she clapped her palms and motioned for the servants to pour Shennong tea newly made this year for the disciples.

Nong Tieshu is the righteous daughter of the palace master Nong Qingyun, who was taken in by Nong Qingyun when she was a child and raised as a boy. She knew that she had been picked up, but the experience of leaving her parents and their appearance were blurred in her memory, and only a few distant cries occasionally woke her up in her sleep.

She has a good relationship with Nong Qingyun, even better than the average father-daughter relationship, because she has more gratitude in her heart.

She is beautiful and has a slender figure, but she likes to dress up as a man, without a colorful hairpin or a colorful skirt, but under a closer look, her coquettish posture is still traceable.

"Hehe, Tie Shu, what's the hurry? The brothers and sisters have just finished dinner, and they are still full! Nong Qingyun was kind and pleasant, and his expression was complacent.

He seems to have another kind of charm, a charm that can be approached. He was in a good mood tonight, not only because of the festive season, but also because of his recent efforts in the position of palace master, which preserved the reputation of Shennong Palace.

When Master Nong Pingfeng passed the position of the palace master of Shennong Palace to Nong Qingyun, Shennong Palace was still in its heyday. However, due to the accidental loss of Shennong's whip, the treasure of Shennong Palace, many small gangs in the western rivers and lakes united in a vain attempt to overthrow the dominance of Shennong Palace.

In order to maintain the foundation of Shennong Palace for thousands of years, Nong Qingyun forgot to sleep and eat, and worked hard every day. On the one hand, he more strictly urged the disciples in the palace to study medicine and practice martial arts, and on the other hand, he sent people to lurk in various gangs to find out the news and prevent trouble.

A few months ago, the latest poison developed by Shennonggong was successfully tested. Its toxicity is dozens of times more poisonous than the first poison of the terrifying Shennong Palace, "Shennongding", and has become the new "Shennongding".

The news caused a huge shock, and the gang forces that were about to stir up immediately died down.

"Dad, tea is drunk slowly, you can't drink it in one gulp, what does this have to do with being full?" Nong Tieshu was very happy when he saw his nervous father unload the pressure, and playfully returned his mouth.

"Hahaha, okay, okay, the little girl is getting better and better at talking, Dad can't talk about you."

"This year's newly made Shennong tea, is it in good condition? Nong Tieshu asked the disciple who was in charge of tea.

"Young master, this year is full of sunshine and abundant rain, and the color of the new tea is the best in the past ten years."

"What about the tea leaves sent by the gangs to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

"Please test the tea!" The disciple in charge of tea waved his hand, and a dozen or so disciples with various exquisite wooden boxes in their hands immediately stood in a row on the west side.

Nong Tieshu stepped forward to take a closer look. Each box is covered with a pale green silk silk, which perfectly sets off the dark green luster of the tea leaves.

Their aroma seems to be hidden behind the luster, as if it were absent. For tea lovers, this kind of trick of wanting to indulge in the past is really clever.

Nong Tieshu pinched a handful of tea leaves in the first octagonal box with two fingers, put it to his nose and sniffed: "Well, Longquan tea, good tea." With a hint of sweetness in the fragrance, the entrance is light, and the aftertaste is endless, drinking this tea is like reading a good poem, and the depression is completely dissipated, which is pleasant. ”

Then, she walked to the second peach-shaped box: "Qianlin tea." "Qunfang Spectrum" cloud: Taihe Mountain out of Qianlin tea, the initial brew is extremely bitter, to three or four bubbles, the fragrance is special, people think that the tea treasure. This tea can strengthen the stomach and eliminate food, dispel stasis and strengthen tendons, and it is really the treasure in tea. ”

The third lotus-shaped box seemed to be particularly loved by her, and she carefully observed the box before speaking: "Cloud tea." This tea is produced in the Lion Cliff of Jiufeng Temple in Jiangxia. The cliff is shrouded in clouds and mist all year round, hence the name. The tea leaves are fresh and tender, which is rare in the world. ”

The fourth and fifth boxes were all in the shape of a bell, she glanced at each of them, and said confidently: "Xingguo tea is rich and varied, and it is wonderful and amazing." This is a peach blossom masterpiece produced in Peach Blossom Jianshan. And this tea is the slope of Dapo Mountain. The aromas of the two are very different, but they do not disturb the heart and spleen, but make people open-minded and open-minded. Many famous doctors will rejuvenate the country tea into medicine, to treat worries and grievances, tangled and incomprehensible, the effect is very good. ”

"Daddy, look! Your favorite Icheon Wudong Slope's fog cave tea, durable brewing, fragrant and long, just like Dad, the older you get, the more attractive you are! ”

Nong Tieshu pointed to the sixth peony-shaped box, and his eyebrows danced. Today she is a little presumptuous, and these words will never come out of her mouth.

Because of her background, she has always wanted to express her closeness and love for her father. However, she didn't know what else to do other than to greet her before going to bed.

Caught by her today, she sensed that her father was radiant and at ease like he had never been, and she decided to take their father-daughter relationship one step further.

"You stinky girl, you know how to damage your father, I'm old and ugly now, what's the charm?" Nong Qingyun stroked a pinch of beard on his chin with his hand and said happily.

In fact, Nong Qingyun was handsome and tall when he was young, and he was one of the most beautiful men in Shennong Palace. It's just that he has always attached importance to fame, but he has never been complacent because of his appearance.

"Dad, what are you talking about? Dad is young and vigorous, strong in martial arts, and has medical skills like Bian Que in the world, who doesn't know, who doesn't know? From fifteen or sixteen-year-old girls to eighty-year-old women, who wouldn't like to see their father? ”

"The bigger you girl, the more nonsense you are, Dad can't take care of it, find you a mother-in-law, and let your mother-in-law take care of you!"

Nong Tieshu was anxious when he heard this, and hurriedly said: "Don't, Dad, I was wrong, I don't want to find my mother-in-law's family, I want to stay by your side and serve you for the rest of my life." ”

"Don't say stupid things, stinky girl. Some time ago, your Uncle Gao came to our palace and mentioned a ......"

"Dad, what do you think this is?" Nong Tieshu pointed to the tea leaves on the last plate and diverted the topic.

"Young master, this is the tea from Jingzhou Haihui Temple."

"Jingzhou Haihui Temple also served tea this year?" Nong Qingyun was taken aback when he heard the words "Haihui Temple", and a trace of doubt flashed across his face.

Notes: (1) Quoted from "A Thousand Poems"