In the sound of firecrackers, the Chinese New Year's Eve in Jinling is full of fireworks and never sleeps. In the manor, the fat man was wrapped in a big windbreaker, and now he likes this kind of clothing designed by Yang Fan more and more. This trench coat is unbuttoned when you sit down, and there is nothing unseemly about it, which is great.

"! Haha, you Yang Zi is really a cow, let go of the emperor Lao Tzu's pigeon, lost such a big official, and came to Jinling to live, it's really amazing! On the day Yang Fan arrived, the people who went to the city came back, saying that Master Ma went to Wuxi to collect the accounts, so he didn't come back until the end of the year.

When Ma Fatzi saw the baby in Xu Rong's arms, his eyes lit up, and he said, "Okay, the baby is down." Male or female? ”

Hu Qianqian said with a smile on the hot wine road: "You and your son will be brothers in the future." ”

"It's good to bring a handle, it's good to bring a handle! That's right, Qianqian, go and get the golden lock, Huzi doesn't have this blessing, it's too cumbersome to hang his neck, and bring it to Yang Zi's baby, this is the old horse and I let the old master in the city beat it. ”

"Gotta get it." Yang Fan smiled, "You should bring your own lock." "Yang Fan has seen the chain, not to mention the lock, the collar alone has the thickness of a little thumb, and it is strange that this baby is panicked if he does not fall.

"Cut, don't pull it down." Ma Peiwen saw Yang Fan's disgust and snorted. He drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, smacked his lips, and said, "This year's business is in vain." The silver was all taken away by the emperor Lao Tzu. Damn, tired and tired for a year, I didn't even make a profit. It's so embarrassing. ”

Yang Fan smiled: "You are also complaining about me and going out of this door." I heard that your horse will shoot the emperor's horses, and the whole Jinling said second. No one dares to admit that it is the first. ”

"It's not such an exaggeration. But fortunately, now this business is open, since Dashanghui can be independent, there is silver to be fished, Lao Tzu is gluttonous, the fat in Guangzhou, all let Zheng Zhilong's pirates swallow it, tsk. ”

"You settle down for a few years, that place is estimated to not need you and me to do it, and he Zheng Zhilong will not last long." Yang Fan said with a smile. "Now you should be the royal manager, the silver is short, and the big guys are paid with red tickets, and this big business exchange has a prototype."

"You're not leaving this time, are you?"

Yang Fan put down his wine glass and whispered a few words in the ear of the fat man.

Longhu Mountain Heavenly Master's Mansion*****

The green mountains are still there, where the dragon and tiger are entrenched, Zhong Lingyu is beautiful. In the Heavenly Master's Mansion, there is a lack of the Great Heavenly Master. Without three old and four young, the dragon and tiger have been castrated, and naturally there is no climate. The bronze crane prolongs the year and the light is faint, but the heart of the Tao is not broken. The dragon and tiger do not die. Although the Zhang family was defeated by Shang Kuchang, Bu Laodao, as a member of the Daomen, did not dare to do such a rebellious thing as destroying humanity.

Among the three Qing Palaces. Zhang Fushui held the dust whisk and had just finished reciting the Taoist scriptures. And he meditated in it. Clouds and mist rose in the mountains, and the year passed. There are many pilgrims. The people don't care how many avenue leaders there are in Longhu Mountain, how many innate realms there are, they worship God on the mountain, and only come to make a wish, hoping that this year will be smooth and the family will be healthy. Spend the least amount of money to get the sustenance of the soul.

A sword entered the temple.

Alarming the oil lamp on the crane's beak, Zhang Fushui moved in his hand, opened his eyes, and still turned his back to the knife.

"The Taoist system is still there, and my heart is a little at ease." Dressed in a long robe, Yang Fan sat on the futon, also closed his eyes, and meditated. Zhang Fushui added three sticks of incense, glanced at Yang Fan, and said calmly: "The general has not hung the seal of the marquis, and he often has a bloody knife hanging from his waist. Lord Yang, I haven't seen each other for a long time. ”

"Lord or not, it's all back then. Now that he is alone, he dares to come up the mountain. What happened back then, does the little Taoist still hold a grudge? If there is still a grudge, the bell must be tied to the bell. Yang Fan's tone is indifferent, people will always grow, playing the role of good and evil in the eyes of others.

Zhang Fushui is a little immature, and he is a few years younger than Yang Fan, but now he is in charge of a Taoist system, and he can be regarded as a young man. However, the mainstay of the Heavenly Master's Mansion has been extinguished, and at this time, there is an urgent need to recuperate, but he chose a hairy boy to be the head of the teaching, young and strong, and it is inevitable to do impulsive things, which is really inappropriate.

However, Zhang Fushui looked sideways, and Yang Fan dispelled this idea. In those eyes, there was no half-mixed resentment, and he smiled lightly: "It's not that there are grievances or grievances, each has its own obsessions, and the Tao is restless, and in the end it ends up with such evil consequences, and you can't blame others." If Lord Yang went up the mountain because of this matter, there was no need. Having said that, even if Xiaodao has grievances, the bell must be tied to the bell, and it is not you who will be the bell solver. ”

Zhang Fushui smiled calmly, so calm, Yang Fan was silent for a moment, and said, "I want to wait for Yashan, there is something that I have to pick up." After taking it away, it's okay for the Heavenly Master's Mansion or me, so I came to find the Dao Chief. ”

When the sky was clear, the warm sun slanted in from the door frame, shining on the backs of the two people, warm. There was quiet dust floating in the pillar of light, Zhang Fushui pursed his lips and said, "Yang Shaoxia." He has changed his tune and called Yang Fan a young man.

"If there is anything difficult about the Taoist chief, just say it."

Zhang Fushui shook his head and said, "Today's Yang Shaoxia, even if you don't report to the Heavenly Master's Mansion, the people who can stop you in Yashan are gone, I just want to ask, are you ready?" ”

"I'm going to kill someone." Yang Fan said calmly. The oil lamp was about to burn out, Yang Fan picked up the bamboo strips on the side, and gently picked out the wick.

"When you get old, you will naturally die, and this killing can be stopped?"

Yang Fan suddenly remembered what Gamble Jiu said at the gate of Yang's mansion back then, and he was a little depressed in his chest, not vomiting or unhappy, "If he is harmful, it will be too slow to wait for him to die." The people of Luoyang can't wait, and the long-awaited peace can't wait, so instead of waiting like this, it's better to stop fighting by killing, isn't this the true meaning of martial arts? ”

Zhang Fushui was silent. Yang Fan picked up the knife and said, "Then I'll go get it." ”

"The mountain road is not easy to walk, Yang Shaoxia is careful all the way." Zhang floated to the ground and bowed heavily to the statue of Sanqing.

……

The road to Yashan is no longer difficult for Yang Fan. A few steps in the air, he vaguely remembered the well-dressed mound that existed in the cliff cave at the beginning. The news he got from the Zongren Mansion was that at the beginning of the thunder earthquake in Longhu Mountain, the Great Heavenly Master and other mainstays, all died under the thunder, Yang Fan knew that the thunder channeling technique, it turned out that Bu Lao Dao was from Beiwudang, and he learned the lightning guidance technique by himself, but he did not have the slightest insight into what the lightning guidance technique was.

The further you go inside the cave, the narrower it becomes, from the beginning of bending down to creeping in.

Yang Fan frowned, with a sense of foreboding.

The moment when the flame of the pupil lights up.

Really.

The emperor's coffin is gone! (To be continued.) )

PS: I like this kind of camera switching, just like the transition of movie shots, some book friends may not like it, and feel that the narrative is chaotic. But since he has been willful for half a year, he will be willful to the end.