Huzhou is located in the south of the Yangtze River, and adjacent to the imperial capital, it is naturally a prosperous place, with developed agriculture and commerce, and the hometown of poetry, books and etiquette. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoIt's just that since King Ji's rebellion, this bustling street and exquisite scenery seem to be stained with a layer of obscure blood.

This is a smell that can only be smelled after staying in Huzhou for more than ten years.

Anji, Anji, Huzhou, which is now renamed Anji Prefecture, looks like the name, whitewashing this peaceful country, but the dirty things in the street corners and ditches are becoming more and more undercurrent, and the blood has always shrouded this place.

"Boss, come to a bowl of sour plum soup and give me two more bowls of rice balls." A young man in Chinese costume sat on a street stall, talking to the shopkeeper with a warm expression, without the arrogance of those yamen at all.

The shopkeeper looked at the servants behind him who were also dressed in satin, and knew that the guest officer in front of him was a nobleman, who did not dare to slack off and gave him warm hospitality.

"Qingyang, you also sit, you don't have to be too restrained with me." The boy pulled his servant and motioned for him to sit down.

The servant sat down honestly after a little hesitation, and said with some hesitation: "Three...... Third brother, I'm afraid it's a little inappropriate to come out like this, those things in the house are not in you, but they have to be messed up. ”

The young man was Zhao Zheng, looking at the apprentice who came out with him for the first time, he looked nervous but still persuaded himself to sit in the palace, and now he somewhat realized Zhao Yun's helplessness.

"They support it with enlightenment, seven or eight days is not a problem, the reason of all things, there is a degree of relaxation, I just want to come out to breathe, so don't bother me." Zhao Zheng left Lin'an and did not return to Yuhang, but went north to Huzhou.

Qing Yang heard Zhao Zheng's words, although he knew that the master had no intention of admonishing, but he was still a little uneasy in his heart, this was the first time to accompany the master out, and the senior brother Qingchen, who was not outstanding before, is now a teacher and can teach the master on his behalf, and he is the benchmark and idol in Qing Yang's heart, so he does not dare to be sloppy in taking care of Zhao Zheng.

"Yes, third brother. But this street stall is not as good as the chef in the restaurant, so why bother to come here! ”

Zhao Zheng saw Qing Yang, who had some broken mouths, so he pushed the store to bring him rice balls in front of Qing Yang: "Eat quickly, shut up!" ”

"Shopkeeper, I want to ask if there are any new things happening in Huzhou?"

Zhao Zheng didn't come to Huzhou simply to distract himself, he promised Chen Bao that he would accept his son or daughter as a disciple, and Chen Bao had already severed the relationship with Huang Miaomiao, so naturally he didn't want people to know about this relationship, counting the time, Chen Bao's child had been born, and Zhao Zheng had to think of an excuse to accept Chen Bao's child as an apprentice when he came to Huzhou.

He knew where Huang Miaomiao lived, but he couldn't go directly to someone's house and say, I see that your son's bones are amazing, so he wants to accept him as a disciple. So I want to ask the shopkeeper, throw stones to ask for directions, and lead me to the next move, after all, I claim to the outside world that it is purely for distraction, and this sudden trick of accepting apprentices is obviously wrong.

The shopkeeper seemed to be full of complaints, and he held back a lot of words in his heart: "Yanei, I don't know what kind of thing this is a novelty, there are a few people who die in the duel of the rivers and lakes every day in this Huzhou City, and every day there are also a few poor ghosts who are appreciated by the nobles and soar to the sky, and some people have won the fairy fate, worshiped the national teacher, and become immortal disciples." ”

Zhao Zheng just wanted to find a conversation and have an excuse to stay, so he asked casually: "Just say a few to listen." ”

At this time, a young monk came over, covered in patches, but very clean, carrying a basket of vegetable leaves, with his hands folded and asked the shopkeeper: "The sheep donor needs wild vegetables, fresh, I will sell them to you cheaply." ”

The shopkeeper obviously didn't see this little monk for the first time, and frowned: "I said little master, I bought you once, you can't always make a fortune with me." Is not there no good reward for my kindness? ”

The little monk said with a guilty face: "I'm sorry, sheep donor." As he was leaving, he heard the sound of hunger in his belly.

Seeing this, Zhao Zheng kindly pointed out the way to the little monk: "This little master, I heard that Huzhou has opened a Salesian Bureau, you might as well try it somewhere." ”

When the little monk heard Zhao Zheng's words, he recited the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, the little monk still has the ability to make a living, so my share of rations will be given to those who really need it!" ”

Zhao Zheng saw that the little monk was not very old, it was estimated that he was younger than himself, but he spoke with an old face, and he looked bitter and hateful from beginning to end, so he couldn't help but be a little curious: "Little master, how old are you this year?" ”

"Eleven years old! At first glance, the donor is rich and noble, can he solve the difficulties of the little monk and make a good fate. ”

Zhao Zheng didn't expect this little monk to hit the snake on the stick, and smiled: "How much are you going to sell this wild vegetable?" ”

"The donor just looks at it, it's enough for the little monk to have a full meal."

Zhao Zheng saw that this little monk had already walked into the store, and thought in his heart that this monk was really not easy to deal with, and the ancients did not deceive me. But seeing that the other party was just a child, he couldn't bear to blame for a full meal.

"What are the dishes? Show me. ”

The little monk untied the basket and handed it to Zhao Zheng, who knew what it was at a glance: "Jing Cai, it can clear heat and cool blood, treat insomnia and irritability." ”

"The benefactor is very knowledgeable and extraordinary." The little monk said this, and sat next to Zhao Zheng.

This is Qing Yang standing up and making a gesture of please, although he is smiling, but his whole body is already on guard: "My third brother doesn't want to share a table with strangers, please forgive me, you just sit at a table with me." ”

Zhao Zheng frowned, Qing Yang was the guard personally selected by Gao Linmen from the Maoshan faction, and his skills were not bad. He was afraid that he would find something wrong with this little monk, so he secretly pulled out the flintlock pistol on his waist.

But the little monk was very cooperative at this time, apologized to Zhao Zheng and sat in another seat with Qing Yang.

"Shopkeeper, serve two bowls of rice balls to this little master, count it as mine." Zhao Zheng said that at this time, the secret guard had quietly shrunk, as long as the little monk made any changes, he would be instantly beaten into a sieve, Zhao Zheng did not deliberately conceal his whereabouts when he went north this time, so it is normal for some people to know their whereabouts.

Qing Yang looked at the little monk who was gobbling up, and asked unhurriedly, "Little master doesn't know which kung fu he is practicing?" ”

The little monk raised his head, folded his hands and shook his head, "I don't know, it was taught to me by a master named Yuan Hui from Hongyun Temple!" ”

When Qing Yang heard this, he understood the roughly, but there were some doubts in his eyes, but he didn't ask anymore, waiting for the little monk to finish eating the rice balls.

"I don't know the name of the little master?" Zhao Zheng asked suddenly.

The little monk smiled bitterly: "The little monk has no Dharma name, Master Yuanhui said that I have no Huigen and refused to accept me as an apprentice, but how can the grace of granting karma be so unclear, so I shaved my own degree, and I wanted to worship Master Yuanhui, and wanted to impress him." ”

Zhao Zheng thought to himself that there was something wrong with this Yuanhui, saying that people don't have Huigen, don't accept apprentices, and teach others what to do? Many people around Zhao Zheng are martial arts practitioners, not as good as Erlang and Gao Linmen, so they know that they can't do coolies after practicing this martial arts, and they are tired all day long, so this kung fu will be practiced in vain. There is such a reason for this poor literature and rich martial arts.

This little monk is from a bad background, he can't do hard work, how can he have the ability to support himself. That's why Zhao Zheng secretly scolded that Yuanhui in his heart.

These slanders against Zhao Zheng naturally couldn't be spoken, and after waiting for the little monk to finish eating and leaving, Qing Yang came over and whispered to Zhao Zheng: "Master, this Hongyun Temple is one of the strongholds of the Imperial City Division, and there is something strange about it. Look! If that Yuanhui is from the Imperial City Division, then why did he teach the little monk kung fu, if it was to give the Imperial City Division Zhao a good seedling, wouldn't it be okay to accept the apprentice directly? If ......"

Zhao Zheng hurriedly stopped Qingyang's chatter, this thing opened the chatterbox, it was an endless rhythm.

The Imperial City Division was previously subsumed into the Prime Minister's Mansion, although Shi Miyuan's forces were withdrawn from it, but some of the previous strongholds remained, Qingyang was responsible for guarding Zhao Zheng, and some people in the Imperial City Division also obeyed Zhao Yun's instructions to secretly protect Zhao Zheng, so there was contact with each other, and some things about the Imperial City Division were also understood.

Zhao Zheng thought for a moment after hearing this: "So you can be regarded as your own person, why were you so wary of him just now?" ”

"This person has calluses on his hands, it looks like it is caused by long-term knife practice, and the spine is a little abnormal at a young age, it may be caused by practicing arrows, I think it is impossible to teach kung fu to teach archery, he is so young, even if he loves talent, he doesn't need to train so hard, it's not good to tap his potential so early, Master ......"

Zhao Zheng saw that Qingyang was coming again, and hurriedly changed the topic: "Can you beat him?" ”

"Yes! The Maoshan Waijia Kung Fu I practiced, it was a ...... handed down by my grandfather."

"That's good! Let's quietly follow the little monk and see the situation. Zhao Zheng suddenly became childlike, and he also wanted to seal Qingyang's mouth, so he joined in the fun to see what secrets this little monk hid.

Qing Yang did not object, with the protection of himself and the secret guard, and then put on the armor and the flintlock pistol, he was not afraid of any opponent, but just reminded Zhao Zheng to pay attention to wearing the armor.

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Zhao Zheng sent someone to follow the little monk, and when he learned that the little monk ran to a broken temple to practice martial arts, anyway, the little monk couldn't run, so he arrived slowly, but he didn't expect that the little monk was really like a crazy demon after practicing kung fu, and practiced until dark.

Zhao Zheng had already snorted a few times boredly and was about to go back to the inn.

At this time, the spies in front reported that an old monk was coming, so he cheered up again and peeked down.

The old monk walked into the temple, pointed at the little monk a few times, and then shouted into the air: "Old man Hongyun Temple Hongzhi, dare to ask the donors if they can take me to see the national teacher?" ”

(At the end of the year, the company's affairs are too busy, I'm sorry everyone, and the update will resume normally tomorrow!) ）