"Strong man and slow hands, I am Yang Ding, he is my brother Hu Zhen, a local righteous man, no offense, please forgive me." Yang Ding got off his horse and saluted Liu Fan, and hurriedly said.

Yang Ding, Hu Zhen, aren't these two generals under Dong Zhuo? Liu Fan thought to himself. However, Liu Fan was not too surprised, because they could only be regarded as second-class generals at the peak of Dong Zhuo's life. Wu is not as good as Lu Bu, Hua Xiong, etc.; The commander is not as good as Xu Rong, Li Dao, Guo Yan, etc.

"This horse is the result of my adventures, who can tame it but me?" Liu Fan threw Hu Zhen on Yang Ding, and then pulled the reins, and the front hooves of the ink qilin were raised high, and the whole horse stood up.

"Whew!" Mo Qilin roared, deafening. Liu Fan, who was sitting on the ink unicorn, was domineering.

After Yang Ding held Hu Zhen, he took three steps back, and the others were also in awe.

"The vertical deceives me, hateful!" Yang Ding looked at the four horse thieves who had instigated them to come. These four people all have criminal records, how could I believe them.

He and Hu Zhen are both well-known heroes in Liangzhou, helping the poor and helping the poor, countless rangers and evil teenagers are only looking at them, Liu Fan also reminded them just now, but they were greedy when they saw Mo Qilin, so they didn't think deeply.

The four horse thieves were so weak that they ran away. But how could they run away in the crowd, they were immediately pressed to the ground by countless teenagers.

"Beat me to death, let them increase their memory." Hu Zhen said fiercely. Now he is not a future battlefield general, and he doesn't dare to kill such a thing.

Given the order, a group of men punched and kicked the four horse thieves, and no matter how they cried and begged for mercy, the young men showed no mercy.

"Thank you for the strong man's generosity, it's in the next Meng Lang." Hu Zhen thanked him ashamedly.

Hu Zhen recalled the scene when he fought with Liu Fan just now, the more he thought about it, the more terrifying it became, he felt that if he fought with his life, at most three rounds, he would become a ghost under Liu Fan's sword.

"Villains don't have to be polite." Liu Fan said calmly.

"As the saying goes, if you don't fight, you don't know each other, so it's better for a strong man to enter the city with us and find a wine shop to have a few drinks." In the face of heroes like Liu Fan, Yang Ding and Hu Zhen started to make friends.

"I came to Liangzhou to do something big, I'm afraid I can't drink with you, as the so-called dumping is the same, I became friends with the two heroes today, maybe there will be something to ask for help in the future." Liu Fan declined. During this period, if there is a little friendship, the role it will play in the future is immeasurable.

"Okay, if there is anything that the strong man can use us in the future, although he comes to Guzang to find our brother, if he asks for something, we will answer." Yang Ding sighed regretfully and said boldly.

"Farewell!" Liu Fan gave up his hand and drove away.

It wasn't until Liu Fan disappeared from Hu Zhen and Yang Ding's field of vision that they suddenly reacted, it turned out that they hadn't asked Liu Fanzun's name and wanted to catch up with Liu Fan, but how could they catch up with Liu Fanyi's Maxima. I can only stand in place and beat my chest.

Generally, when the two parties have the intention of getting acquainted, they will report their names and hometowns, how could Liu Fan not know? The reason why he did not disclose his name was because he wanted Hu Zhen and Yang Ding to continue to follow the direction of history, and did not want to disrupt their pace.

Like last time, Liu Fan stopped his horse a mile away and walked towards Jia Xu's house.

It's the same as it used to be, and nothing has changed.

Liu Fan came to the thatched hut, and saw through the low fence that a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy was sitting on a stone pier in the courtyard reading a book.

This should be Jia Xu's eldest son Jia Mu! Liu Fan was secretly happy in his heart, it seemed that Jia Xu was at home.

"This little brother, where is your father?" Liu Fan shouted softly outside the door and pulled Jia Mu out of the sea of learning.

Jia Mu got up and looked at Liu Fan outside the chaimen, always feeling that he had seen it somewhere, and it was a little familiar.

His father's strict education made Jia Mu very polite, and he hurriedly put down the scroll and came over to open the door for Liu Fan.

"Liu Fan of Hedong County came to visit Mr. Wenhe." Liu Fan said to Jia Mu again.

"Hedong Liu Fan! Could it be that you are Liu Fan? Jamu said incredulously.

"It's just a little bit of courage." Liu Fan nodded.

"You are really a hero, there are rumors about you everywhere when I traveled with my father, and today I admire you the most." Jia Mu said with a fluttering eyebrow.

"The person I admire the most is your father, dare to ask where your father is?" This is the third time Liu Fan has asked Jia Mu.

"Huh! Unfortunately, my father went out three days ago, and he said that he would be out for at least a month, and he didn't take me with him. Jia Mu said embarrassedly, he was too excited to see Liu Fan just now, and forgot to answer Liu Fan's question for a while.

As soon as Jia Mu's words fell, Liu Fan went from being full of interest to being depressed, and all his thoughts were discouraged in an instant, he was so thirsty for talent, why couldn't God let him get his wish? This is the second time he has patronized Jia Xu's thatched house, is it impossible to stage a three-visit thatched house by himself?

"Alas, a month, too long, I can't wait." Liu Fan sighed. If it was ten days, he could still wait, but he couldn't wait for a month.

"My mother took my brother to the town, or you should come to the cold house to rest first, and cook for you when my mother comes back." Jia Mu admired Liu Fan very much and didn't want Liu Fan to leave so soon, so he invited Liu Fan.

"No, since Mr. Wenhe is no longer there, I won't bother anymore." Liu Fan declined Jia Mu's invitation, their white house was poor, and Liu Fan was embarrassed to trouble them.

Jamu was a little disappointed. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he asked Liu Fan: "I heard that you are a famous man in Hedong, and you are rich in five cars, can you leave a poem?" I'm good at seeing and knowing. I'll go back and get you a pen and paper. ”

After speaking, Jia Mu ran back to the thatched hut facing the gate, and Liu Fan still remembered that the thatched hut was Jia Xu's study.

Liu Fan didn't expect Jia Mu to make such a request, but he couldn't bear to refuse, but he was only a shallow learner, and he definitely couldn't make poetry for no reason, and he could only plagiarize the poems of later generations, which one was good?

"No more wasted pen, ink, paper." Liu Fan did not take over the paper and pen that Jia Mu brought. He drew his Qingxuan Sword and walked to a large bluestone in the courtyard. Using the Qingxuan sword, which sharpens iron like clay, a poem was slowly carved.

When you sing about wine, what is your life? For example, the morning dew is bitter in the past.

Be generous and unforgettable. How to solve the worries, only Du Kang.

Qingqing Zijin, leisurely my heart. But for the sake of the king, he has been groaning so far.

Yo yo deer chirping, eating wild apples. I have guests, drummers and shengs.

It's as clear as the moon, when can it be done? Worries come from it, and they cannot be cut off.

The more strange it is, the more vain it exists. Talking about the old kindness.

The moon stars are scarce, and the black magpie flies south. Three turns around the tree, where can I follow?

The mountains are not tired of being high, and the sea is not tired of being deep. Zhou Gong vomited and fed, and the world returned to the heart.