Chapter Eighty-Seven: Choosing a Disciple
"Fatty?" Zhao Pu was stunned, "In the middle of the night, what are you doing here?" ā
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"Hey, it's the middle of the night, it's cold outside, what are you going to do?"
Before he had time to say anything, Zhao Pu was directly pulled to the stable by the fat man, pushed Zhao Pu to turn over and got on the horse, and the fat man then followed the horse.
Whipping the horse that Zhao Pu was sitting down with a whip, the horse's hooves galloped, and the two figures hurriedly ran forward.
Early the next morning, Zhao Pu, who had dark circles under his eyes, hurriedly asked for two glasses of warm milk wine, and when he was very embarrassed, he listened to several people talking about it, and the post station in the north two miles away didn't know why a fire was burned last night.
The back was cold, and he raised his eyes to look at the fat man, but he didn't expect that the fat man always just lowered his head and muffled the roasted mutton, did he wipe the oil on the side of his mouth with the back of his hand, and looked like he was gobbling it up.
Is it a coincidence?
Zhao Pu tilted his head to look at the fat man sitting beside him, and also grabbed a piece of roasted mutton, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it carefully.
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The two went all the way south, and when they looked up, they finally saw the words 'South City Gate'.
After entering the city, Zhao Pu went straight to his home, only to find that the former Zhao Mansion had become a barren land.
"What about people?" Casually grabbing a passerby, Zhao Pu hurriedly asked.
The man looked at Zhao Pu dressed in a mink fur, and he was suddenly so frightened that his soul was gone.
Running towards the end of the street, a soldier in military uniform came in the direction of Zhao Pu with a fierce look.
"Big brother?" Wang Guangzhi rubbed his eyes, and his face was uncontrollable with horror.
"Wang Guangzhi?" Zhao Pu was stunned for a moment, "What about my father and my mother?" ā
"Your family has already moved." Wang Guangzhi looked around and said, "There are constant wars in this place, and everyone who can move has moved away, and even my family has gone to relatives elsewhere." Let's not talk about that. ā
"Big brother, are you really alive?" Wang Guangzhi frowned with great excitement.
The two brothers hugged directly, "I'm still alive." ā
Seeing Zhao Pu standing in front of him, Wang Guangzhi couldn't help but look back and forth, "The Zhao family has already moved to Luoyang, since you left, the pampered Miss Wei has been serving in front of and behind your father and mother all day long, even if you two are not married, people will try their best to take your father and mother to her mother's home Luoyang." Big brother, don't let people down. ā
Zhao Pu was stunned, originally thinking that an arrogant temper like Wei Yuxuan would have to be arrogant, even if he didn't forget himself in his heart, he had to be arrogant.
Unexpectedly, I was really helping myself take care of my parents?
I couldn't help but be moved, and the peach blossom eyes with a shy smile suddenly appeared in my mind for no reason.
His face changed from soft to fierce suddenly, as if he remembered something, Zhao Pu frowned and looked at Wang Guangzhi, "What about Huo Yuanwai's family?" ā
"I also went to Luoyang." Wang Guangzhi said truthfully.
"Luoyang?" Zhao Pu's eyes narrowed slightly, and his expression was a little more cold.
"Big brother, are you about to get up and go to Luoyang?"
With a wave of his hand, Zhao Pu's gaze was very firm, "No, after going to Luoyang, they know that I am still alive, and right now, I have something more important." ā
Saying goodbye to Wang Guangzhi, Zhao Pu took the fat man and the two went to the direction of the north of the city.
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From a distance, the fenced courtyard was still quiet, but there was a dead silence in this tranquility.
"Old Han." As soon as Zhao Pu approached, a pair of cold eyes greeted him.
Looking at each other, Zhao Pu's face also changed.
"Mo Shu?"
Dressed in a black robe dress, there is an ink-colored fox tail at the placket of Moshu at this time, and only a few dots of stamens on the robe make it look not so plain.
Hao's wrist moved slightly, and on the white wrist, a small ink-colored snake-patterned jade bracelet was particularly conspicuous.
"Give me everything you know."
The voice was cold, and he looked at Zhao Pu's face with the same joy or sadness.
"I'm looking for Han Lao."
"Han Lao is no longer here." Out of the dilapidated and leaky door came a figure holding a sheep's bone in his hand.
Zhao Pu was stunned for a moment, and looked at it, this person was Brother Jun, if it wasn't for the fact that his appearance hadn't changed much, he had grown half a head tall in just half a year, Zhao Pu really didn't dare to recognize it easily.
Scarface and the stout woman, the martial woman, are still drying the grain and chopping firewood as always.
Across a few fences, when I turned around and saw Zhao Pu, they all looked solemn, put down the things in their hands, and walked over.
"Elder Han has indeed left this place," the stout woman Wu Po stepped forward, "but...... Zhao Pu: The competition between you and Mo Shu is still going on as usual. ā
"Oh?" Tilting his head to look at these people, Zhao Pu's expression was more solemn. "In that case, let's get started."
Mo Shu tugged at the ink-colored fox tail on his shoulder, his face was serious but cold, his eyes looked back at Zhao Pu, he took out a roster from his arms, his eyes closed slightly and said slowly, "This is the list of all the left feathers of the Shufeng Pavilion, which records the names and positions, as well as the current position, including fourteen Tianzi generations, one hundred and thirty-two earth character generations, and three thousand six hundred and one Xuanzi generations. ā
As he spoke, he pulled the long booklet open.
The small fence yard is not even as long as this booklet.
"How much of a difference will it be?" Everyone asked.
Mo Shu shrugged her shoulders quite confidently, "I dare say that there will be no more than five people in it." ā
Everyone was stunned for a while, and they all looked at Zhao Pu.
Scratching his head with a smile, Zhao Pu spread his hand from his arms, but there was nothing.
Everyone was stunned.
Looking at everyone a little embarrassed, Zhao Pu pointed to his head and said, "I'm sorry, I'm afraid of trouble, I'm pretending to be here." ā
As he spoke, he saw Zhao Pu's eyes closed, and his mouth began to keep saying, "I got the whole Khitan territory, and there are only two leaders among them, one is Taiwu Yelu and Wu, and the other is the Khitan scum, Shi Jingjiao's lackey Xiao Yuankang." In addition, there were 58 Khitan spies on both sides of the first class, 96 on the second class, and 2,423 on the third class. ā
Zhao Pu smiled slightly, and was about to open his mouth to tell the names and specific information of those people, but was interrupted by Scarface, and asked with a frown, "How big will the difference between these people be?" ā
"No more than one person in or out." A pair of star-like eyes appear extraordinarily calm and composed.
Mo Shu's face sank when she saw this, "This is a competition, is it not comparable?" ā
Wu Po clapped her hands and said, "There are ten evils in the north of the city, and now except for Mo Shu, who can't participate in the election, the other nine people have this qualification." Since Han Lao can give us this opportunity, it is also trust in the end. ā
"Mo Shu has traces to follow, Zhao Pu, you first recite those people word for word."
"Good!"