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The old wooden door parted from side to side, emitting a decaying and piercing sound. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Stretched out his hand to lift the door curtain, and the cold air on his face suddenly made Song Jiang feel excited, and the tiredness of a sleepless night was slightly relieved.

According to the usual habit, first spit out a mouthful of turbid air at the rising sun, Song Gongming walked to the well in the southwest corner, shook the bucket to the bottom, pulled the rope and shook it a few times, and when the barrel sank to the bottom, he shook it again.

Waiting for the bucket of water to be placed on the stone steps in front of him, Song Jiang was slightly panting, so he secretly laughed at himself, sure enough, it is easy to go from thrift to luxury, and it is difficult to go from luxury to thrift - just half a year ago, he was used to fetching water and washing himself every day, but now he has only been comfortable for a few months, and he is a little rusty.

After rubbing a few handfuls of cold water soaked with ice slag, Song Jiang was about to go back to the house to wipe it clean, and a towel was handed to him in due time.

Song Jiang wiped the cold water off his face, wrung out the towel and handed it back, and said, "Why, the pedant [Wu Yongzi Pedant] didn't sleep well last night?" ”

Although it is a question, it does not have much meaning to ask.

Wu Yong put the towel on the handle of the bone, and also took ice water from the bucket to wash his face, and when he finished washing, he replied faintly: "The life of the net worth is in the hands of the enemy, how can Wu Yong sleep?" ”

As he spoke, he shook his head again and smiled bitterly: "What's more, it's Brother Tie Niu who sleeps next door to me, why does he snore...... Hey~ Don't mention it. ”

Seeing the pain on his face, Song Jiang couldn't help but smile dumbly, raised his hand and pointed at Wu Yong a few times, then went back to the house to get fine salt, and then folded the willow branch casually, and rinsed his mouth with Wu Yong

Throwing the willow branch away, Song Jiang turned his head to Wu Yong and said, "I was so angry last night, why don't you go to the street with me?" ”

"I don't dare to ask for ears if I want to."

So the two packed up, explained to Dai Zong, and walked out of the small courtyard side by side.

Turn the alley, then come to Rendian Street, this is the prosperity of the inner city, the shops on both sides are lined up, there are countless hawkers on the roadside to sell on the street, about the reason that there are many hotels in this vicinity, the stalls are mostly all kinds of snacks, what buns and meatloaf, scoop soup cheese, singing and cheering endlessly.

Because it is already the twenty-ninth day of the lunar month, the inner city ushered in the last wave of procurement frenzy under the year.

Song Jiang and Wu Yong wandered aimlessly with the flow of people for a while, and they felt a little unbearable -- this bustling market on the 29th of the lunar month, trying to squeeze from the street to the end of the street is really a hard work.

So the two of them found a quieter foot shop, intending to rest and drink some tea.

said that it was clean, but in fact, it was only relatively speaking, the upstairs seat was already full, and the two could only occupy a small table in the corner, drinking tea and listening to people's gossip.

No matter what the era, there will be no shortage of 'folk politicians' in Kyoto, and Bianliang City of the Northern Song Dynasty, which claims not to be guilty of speech, is naturally no exception.

"Shichiro, have you heard what people said, tomorrow's Heaven Sacrifice Ceremony is not ordinary!"

Shichiro, as he was called, was a sturdy man in his early twenties, and he couldn't tell what he was doing for a living, but looking at the buckskin boots on his feet, he knew that he had some family background.

Hearing his companion mention the Heaven Sacrifice Ceremony, Na Qilang pursed his lips with a little disdain, and said: "Brother Zhou, I can't do it because I am deaf, but who else in Bianliang City doesn't know that this Heaven Sacrifice Ceremony is presided over by the demon monk Wukong?" ”

As he spoke, he took a sip of the teacup, shook his head and said: "I used to think that those Taoist priests were not things, relying on the favor of the emperor Lao Tzu, and they were rampant and domineering on the street every day - but now Lao Tzu knows that emotional bald asses are the real scourge!" The ...... that burned the fire a few days ago"

"Shh

Seeing that he was talking a little loudly, the eldest brother Zhou hurriedly made a silent gesture, looked left and right a few times, and saw that it did not attract the attention of others, so he proudly showed off again: "Let my brother tell me what is good about you, if it is the news of the bad street, I still have to talk to you?" The Demon ...... It is true that the holy monk Wukong is going to preside over the ceremony of sacrificing to the sky, but do you know how he plans to preside? ”

Qilang saw his complacent face, but he refused to obey his wishes, but pretended to pout disdainfully: "How else can you preside?" It's not that I haven't seen the ceremony of sacrificing to the sky in Xiangguo Temple, and the left and right are just reciting some scriptures and burning a few green words, is it possible that he can still fly to the sky to preside over it? ”

He just said it casually, who expected that the crooked hit was right, but it hit the itch of the eldest brother that week, only to see him slap the table~ and shout excitedly: "You kid is still right!" That holy monk Wukong is planning to fly to the sky to preside over this heavenly sacrifice ceremony! ”

As soon as these words came out, they immediately attracted everyone's sideways, and Nashiro was even more stunned, and asked in disbelief after half a sound: "Brother, didn't you hear it?" ”

Although in various myths and legends, flying away from the sky is the lowest standard for masters, but in reality, who has ever seen someone who can fly into the sky?!

It's Lin Lingsu Lin Zhenren, who was blown into a land immortal by believers, hasn't he always been honestly opening an altar on the ground to preach the Fa?

"Hear me? How impossible! ”

That big brother Zhou glared, and swore solemnly: "This news is said by the second cousin of the nephew and aunt of Lao Wang's nephew next door to my house, and he is a celebrity around Liang Companion, how can what he said be false?!" ”

Although this relationship is a bit distant, as soon as the name of Liang Shicheng came out, everyone still believed it six or seven points - few people dared to take the name of Liang Shicheng and spread such meaningless rumors these days.

Na Qilang suddenly became interested, and hurriedly said: "Brother, tell me quickly, that demon ...... How does the holy monk Wukong fly to the sky? ”

Everyone pricked up their ears and waited for the following, but they didn't want to say that big brother Zhou: "What about this...... I haven't heard yet. ”

There was a burst of boos in the shop, and Shichiro was like a deflated ball.

When Brother Zhou saw this, he felt that his face was gloomy, and he hurriedly shouted: "But I heard that there is a noble person in the palace who will also fly to the sky with Wukong Holy Monk to pray for a bumper harvest and good weather in the coming year on behalf of His Majesty!" ”

This finally mobilized everyone's enthusiasm again, and they all guessed who the noble man in the palace was.

But when he heard this, Song Jiang and Wu Yong looked at each other for a while, but they shook their heads and smiled bitterly: "How can you and my brother deal with such a person who flies to the sky and the earth?" Tomorrow, I will take all the brothers to see together, if this is the case, I am afraid that I can only beg Nawu Da to raise his noble hand and let me and other brothers live. ”

The tone was full of helplessness of 'born at the wrong time', 'both Shengyu and He Shengliang', and 'but the enemy army has Gundam'.