Dead man!

For the Rinrin, this is just a very common thing, and people will always die if they don't adapt to the water and soil. And the deceased person is just a servant with the regiment, so naturally no one cares about his life and death, but it is just a matter of ten taels of silver from the Lifan Yuan and buried him in Yizhuang outside the city. It's just that the "corpse" that was supposed to be buried in Yizhuang was "resurrected" after leaving the city, and then disappeared.

Among the deep weeds, facing the mausoleum surrounded by the wall, Cui Muhua knelt among the weeds, tears kept pouring down, he didn't know if his father was kneeling here, but his father died of hunger strike for seven days in front of the mausoleum of the former emperor, and because of this, as a descendant of loyal martyrs, he would support the Cui family.

More than ten years later, he came here, in front of the mausoleum of the former emperor, which was also the place where his father went on a hunger strike and martyrdom. Although he had never seen his father, and he had never been to Daming even before, he would be in front of the tomb of the former emperor, and tears fell for a while.

"May the emperor bless the ministers with the spirit of heaven on this trip!"

After kneeling first, when leaving the cemetery, Cui Muhua silently prayed in his heart.

"May the Father's Spirit in Heaven bless the child with a safe journey!"

Thinking to himself, he looked up at the sky, maybe his father's was looking at him from the sky!

"If my father knew that the Ming Dynasty was in the middle of the Ming Dynasty, he would definitely be blind!"

Suddenly clenched the sword in his hand, Cui Muhua, who was wearing a hat, resolutely jumped on his horse and ran all the way south, although he was dressed as a Qing man, but because he had never shaved his hair, he could only avoid the official road to avoid the eyes and ears of the Manchu Dynasty.

Along the way, he could only choose to go out day and night, so as to go all the way south, after all, according to the Qing law, keep your hair without your head, and keep your head without hair. Not shaving his hair is too conspicuous in itself, but because the Manchu Qing Dynasty slaughtered all the way to the customs, there were no deserted villages along the way, which also made this a hiding place along the way, and even when passing through the river, he accidentally picked up a Taoist robe among the ruins of an abandoned Taoist temple, which made Cui Muhua no longer need to go south as carefully as in the past, but sold the horse and turned into a Taoist priest.

The hexagram board sounded continuously, holding the banner of "Iron Mouth Divine Calculation", and Cui Muhua, who was wearing a tattered robe, was not conspicuous in this market, but he couldn't attract any hosts and guests at that age, but for him, this was just a disguise, and if it was really necessary, he might even choose to shave his hair.

When it was nearly noon, Cui Muhua went directly to a noodle stall on the side of the road.

"Give me a bowl of noodles!"

Although Cui Muhua speaks fluent official dialect, he still cherishes words like gold and never says a word more, lest his identity be discovered because of this Ming official dialect.

However, it is common for a wandering warlock like him to speak official dialect, and as for the broken Chinese spoken by those Manchurians, it is only limited to a few people who are eager to imitate his so-called "Jingshi accent".

A bowl of hot noodles was on the table, Cui Muhua immediately pulled the noodles and ate them, but suddenly, the words next to him made him stop the chopsticks.

"Hey, I said that you are all visionless things, I don't know if the emperor has already conquered the emperor? So what is the emperor? It's the Son of Heaven, as soon as the Son of Heaven sword comes out, ordinary people are afraid that they can't even move, and when the time comes, the surname Zhu is the tail of the rabbit, and it won't grow! ”

What the?

The chieftain himself has been recruited?

Cui Muhua's heart trembled, and he didn't care what these people said next. Originally, although I had heard the news that the chief was going to personally conquest, but now listening to the man's command, it seems that the chief has already conscripted himself.

If so, how can that be?

Just when he was anxious in his heart, he noticed that the monk sitting at the table next to him was sitting there like an old monk, drinking noodle soup by himself, if it weren't for the taunt that flashed at the corner of his lips, Cui Muhua probably really thought that this person had already sat down.

"I'm afraid this person is not simple!"

At this moment, as soon as the monk raised his head, his eyes happened to be opposite to Cui Muhua, and he found that the Taoist priest was staring at his monk, first stunned, and then smiled slightly.

The monk's smile made Cui Muhua's heart tighten, and he hurriedly paid the noodle money for fear that his identity would be exposed, and then left the noodle stall in a hurry.

After leaving the town, Cui Muhua, because he was raised by the Cui family since he was a child, in the Cui family and the other two classes of nobles in the open and secret fighting, he was a tool of the Cui family, although he was only twenty-three or four years old, but he had at least dozens of lives on his hands. It is precisely because of this that the intuition of danger is far beyond the ability of ordinary people. When the monk smiled at him at the noodle stall earlier, he already sensed that there seemed to be something wrong with the other party's smile. After leaving the town, he vaguely felt as if a familiar shadow was peeking at him, and he immediately knew that he was probably being targeted.

Could it be the monk?

Thinking like this in his heart, when he happened to pass through an abandoned village, Cui Muhua immediately hid in the half-collapsed house on the side of the road, and then took out the sword from his bag, staring coldly at the back with his eyes, and after a while, sure enough, a monk in a monk's robe followed, and sure enough, it was the monk.

After seeing the identity of the other party, without waiting for the other party to find out, Cui Muhua broke out directly and said to the monk.

"I don't know why the monk followed the trail?"

Cui Muhua had already moved to kill him, and the monk seemed to feel the danger, so he just laughed and said.

"Can this official road only be a Taoist priest!"

For the danger in front of him, the monk wearing a tattered monk's robe all looked unconcerned.

"Can a Taoist priest go to a poor monk, but can't he go? Besides, you're not a Taoist! ”

What the!

The fierce light in his eyes flashed, and just when Cui Muhua was about to kill, he only heard the monk say.

"The poor monk is going to Jiangnan, if the Taoist priest intends to go to Jiangnan, he might as well change his shoes and go south with the poor monk."

As he spoke, the monk already had an extra pair of straw sandals in his hand, put them on the ground, and said in the monk's mouth as he left.

"Poor monks and poor Taoists, the people of the world are really suffering, I wait for the monks, how can I afford to wear the boots and shoes on the feet of Taoist priests!"

The monk's reminder made Cui Muhua realize that he was wearing boots on his feet, not the cloth shoes of ordinary people, and for monks who traveled around, there was often only one pair of straw sandals all year round.

Looking at the straw sandals on the ground, Cui Muhua, who realized that this was a flaw on his body, hurriedly took off his boots and socks, and after putting on the straw sandals, he hurriedly followed the monk regardless of the discomfort of the straw sandals on his feet.

"Thank you monk for saving your life!"

The monk just smiled and nodded, and then the two walked south side by side.