The man in the pale blue clothes had already noticed Xu Yongzheng's arrival, and after listening to the song, Xu Yongzheng seemed to be intoxicated, and he said: "Tired passer-by, are you lonely on this journey? ”

There were a few strands of hair hanging down on the man's forehead, Xu Yongzheng couldn't see his specific appearance clearly, only to see that he closed his eyes again, and the movements under his feet changed, the knee of his right foot was arched, and the surface of his feet naturally fit on the smooth stone wall, just like lying on the stone wall, quite chic. This song is completely different from the previous one, and its name is "Sending the King Back", which is a folk song. It has been widely sung, but for many years, no one knows who the author is. Some people say it's a woman, some say it's a blind person, but no one can give an accurate answer. In other words, the author is unknown. Xu Yongzheng has heard this song, and the old man of Qi introduced it like this: The man became the champion and wanted to be a negative man, and he had to divorce his poor wife when he went home. Thousands of calls for Lang Jun, who expected people to return to their hearts, teach children not to learn literature, negative hearts are always readers, autumn to winter to send spring back.

As for the ending of the negative lover, whether he returned to Chang'an, and what kind of life the woman lived, only left people with infinite speculation, but did not leave the ending. Xu Yongzheng didn't say a word, and he didn't listen to how fascinated. He stood not far from the people in Tsing Yi like this, just a dozen of them, this was the best distance for Xu Yongzheng to swing his sword to kill, and it was also the best distance for him to resist people's sneak attacks.

The wind in the forest blew the leaves lightly, and the long hair at the sideburns of the man in Tsing Yi was also blown up slightly, and after the song, he opened his eyes and asked Xu Yongzheng: "Do you know what the final result of this negative man is?"

Xu Yongzheng did not talk rashly. As a result of this, a thousand people say that there are a thousand endings, and there is no so-called authority at all. There are several versions of the results that have been widely circulated among the people, but none of them can convince everyone. Who made the author unknown, so no ending is the best outcome.

Seeing that Xu Yongzheng didn't speak, the man in Tsing Yi smiled and said: "Since it is called "Sending the King Back", I guess that in the end, it was the woman who sent the negative man back to the west with a cup of poisonous wine. ”

This kind of story without an ending, or everyone can make an ending, and they don't have to worry about whether others approve it or not.

The woman probably wouldn't have lived alone, and in the end she drank a cup of herself, and the two became friends. ”

"Since you're dead, why bother getting entangled?" Xu Yongzheng said. In fact, this kind of happy ending is also quite in line with Xu Yongzheng's thoughts. However, he didn't want the two of them to become a joint branch.

"Why aren't you leaving?" the man in pale blue clothes asked slowly, putting away his flute.

"I'm waiting. Xu Yongzheng said.

"What are you waiting for?" asked the man in Tsing Yi with a smile on his face.

"Wait for someone to come, or wait for someone to go. ”

"Is that person here?" said Tsing Yi,

"It's already here, maybe it's been a long time, it's a pity. ”

"What a pity?"

"It's a pity that he won't come out to see me. ”

"Since you have already come and refuse to come out, there must be a reason, otherwise, who would be waiting here?" said the man in Tsing Yi as he straightened up.

"In the mountains and forests, the breeze and rocks, waiting for the beautiful woman, this is also a good story. If you think about it, it makes sense. "It seems that you are also an elegant person!" the man in Tsing Yi praised.

"It's still a pity. Xu Yongzheng made a big scene.

"What's the pity?" asked the man in Tsing Yi.

"There's still a pot of wine, a pot of good wine. Xu Yongzheng said slowly.

"That's really a pity, I haven't brought wine, maybe I haven't tasted that mellow wine for a long time, otherwise I can have a drink or two with you about the scenery here." ”

"One or two glasses is too much. ”

"Wine is a thousand glasses for a confidant. ”

"Actually, I don't like to drink with strangers. Xu Yongzheng looked at the man in Tsing Yi and said.

"Why? Why do you have to know each other, the rivers and lakes are as big as the ocean, as a person in the rivers and lakes, like a fish in the ocean, if they are all so old-fashioned, won't they miss a lot of scenery and friends?"

"Actually, drinking with the enemy, even one drink is too much. ”

"In that case, drink with friends. ”

"I'm not a good drinker, I don't want to admit defeat, sometimes I can't win and I don't want to get off the table, so it's easy to get confused at the wine table, so I don't have many friends. ”

"If you win a literati who plays the flute and recites poetry, it is not worth showing off. In fact, Xu Yongzheng doesn't like to drink, but that doesn't mean he can't chat.

"But if I lose, I'll be very unhappy. When I am not happy, I will even draw my sword and kill by drinking. ”

"It seems that drinking with you is a risky thing, so it is better not to drink this wine, and it is better not to drink it. ”

"A wounded person should not have the idea of drinking, let alone wait for me here?"

Xu Yongzheng finally said what the Tsing Yi people did, as if the mystery had been revealed. ，

"So you know it all. The flute man in Tsing Yi drooped his eyelids and said.

Xu Yongzheng looked into the mountains and forests, and said coldly: "There should be three more in the mountains and forests, since I have arrived, you don't have to wait, whether it is a person or a ghost, you have to come out to meet, right?" ”

Sure enough, three people walked out of the mountains and forests one after another, and the first person to walk out was bald-headed, square-faced and round-eyed, wearing only a black robe, tightly wrapped. Under the black robe, the man's eyes widened and he said, "I should have done it directly." Boss, what kind of flute are you playing outside? I didn't catch any big fish, and those two tunes almost put me to sleep. Alas. ”

The man was followed by a woman tied behind her head, covered in an orange robe. Her hands seemed to be on her waist, and no one knew what weapon she was holding.

The last thing that came out was a man with slightly white temples, whose eyes were not big, but he was squinting slightly, as if he was tightly closed. He was wearing a blue robe, and the weapons in his hands were two judge's pens. I saw the bald man standing in the middle, his figure behind the man in Tsing Yi. The man with the judge's pen was even more behind. The man in Tsing Yi stood in the middle, precisely because he was the one who could call the shots.

He put the flute away, put his hands behind his back, and said slowly to Xu Yongzheng: "Jinyilou Eight Mountains, meet." ”

Eight mountains, this name has some origin in the rivers and lakes. They have cooperated with Jin Yi Lou all the year round, and they have also made a lot of big deals, and they were worshiped by Jin Yi Lou as a guest a few years ago. There is also an interesting thing, that is, about how many people there are in the Eight Mountains, which is also a mystery in the rivers and lakes. Many people guessed that the Eight Mountains were naturally eight people, but few people saw the eight of them come out together. As for those who often show up, there are only four people. As for whether it is the four in front of Xu Yongzheng at this moment, no one knows. It's all because of their all-over robes. Indifferently, some people said that they had seen five of them appear, and some even said that they saw six of them go out and besiege one person. In this regard, Tianji Pavilion only gave a vague answer, and the eight mountains were all one, ranking eighth on the Fuyao list.

Xu Yongzheng didn't know that the Eight Mountains were so high in the Fuyao list, so he just said a little perfunctorily: "Oh, it turned out to be you, fortunately, fortunately." ”

"You know us? I think you kid is lucky enough, don't get to know each other quickly, hurry up and catch him, so as not to suffer more flesh and skin. The bald man said with a cold smile.

"Maybe I didn't make it clear, or maybe you misunderstood. Xu Yongzheng smiled freely, "I have a bad problem, I am always a little polite to strange things, as for the luck in my mouth, it is just a good luck." If a dog were talking to me, I would probably say lucky. So, as for who you are, I don't know, and it seems that today I will have to change this bad habit in the future. ”

"Then you say a lucky meeting of bird feathers, what a dog thing. The bald man said angrily.

"Then, where did you come from? Don't you rely on the blue sun to bark at the dog?" Xu Yongzheng said unceremoniously to the bald man.

The bald man's face froze, and the faces of the other three were not good-looking. The Eight Mountains rank eighth in Fuyao, which is recognized for the rivers and lakes, both in terms of strength and status. And now what Xu Yongzheng said was clearly not asking about the origin, but more like an unreasonable slap in the face and humiliation of them.

How could the bald man endure it? He was furious and shouted, "I see that you kid is just laying on the floor next to the dung pit, looking for death." ”

The bald man opened his round eyes, waved off his robe, and took out a mace from behind him, the mace god is made of hard wood, more than three feet long, and the upper end is long and round like a jujube, and the whole body is implanted with iron, shaped like a wolf's tooth. The mace is blackened throughout, with only the end of the handle exposed in the color of a log.

The bald man held a mace in one hand, flew forward, the rod sank vigorously, there was a faint rumbling sound, buzzing, and slashed at Xu Yongzheng.

Xu Yongzheng looked at the other three people not far away, holding the Jin Ge sword in his left hand and not moving. Against a weapon like a mace, I'm afraid that the Jin Ge sword can't be broken simply with a sharp edge. If he resists recklessly, I am afraid that he will also be involved in it with a mace, and end up in a deep and impossible to get out, then he will also be completely in a passive situation.

So Xu Yongzheng immediately made a decision, using the Xuanyi Sword against the enemy, and he moved as soon as he said it, Xu Yongzheng's right hand stretched back, and he held the Xuanyi Sword with his backhand, and the broad sword body of the Xuanyi Sword was like a copper wall, just blocking the incoming enemy. However, Xu Yongzheng's body was still shocked.

The bald man reincarnated the mace, moved his waist and abdomen, and then exerted force with his back feet, pressed under his front feet, and chopped the mace from top to bottom. Xu Yongzheng was not afraid, and continued to build a defense with the broad body of the Xuanyi Sword, resisting this attack, but Xu Yongzheng's body retreated slightly.

The big man is a little powerful, and he is even more unforgiving. I saw that he quickly mace, slashing left and right, but his strength did not weaken at all.

In the face of such a seemingly ferocious attack, Xu Yongzheng was not afraid. He has never been afraid of this kind of fighting that relies on brute force. The Xuanyi sword itself is not light, coupled with its hard texture, his right hand backhand sword is also skilled, and he can block it calmly. But just a moment later, Xu Yongzheng had already retreated six or seven steps.

The black-robed man originally thought that he would force Xu Yongzheng back one more big step, and then use a killing move to end his fight. But Xu Yongzheng seemed to know his intentions, and he refused to retreat the slightest, and used the Xuanyi sword to defend the center and attack, always sticking to this distance. In fact, this distance was calculated by Xu Yongzheng, as long as it was here, even if the three of them suddenly launched a sneak attack, Xu Yongzheng was confident that he could block it with the Jin Ge Sword in his left hand.

The black-robed man couldn't help but sneer when he saw Xu Yongzheng's slightest distraction. If this is the case with the enemy, either they look down on the enemy too much, or they think that their lives are too long. And at this moment, Xu Yongzheng is mostly on the defensive, and he obviously wants to find death. The bald man has already observed a little, Xu Yongzheng's Xuanyi sword in his right hand does not seem to be sharp, although Xu Yongzheng faintly wants to turn defense into offense, but in front of the mace, it is not easy to talk about. In that case, then don't blame him for being polite. Suddenly, the movements of the bald man's men suddenly changed.