The three soldiers and horses, each of them used their strength to drink milk, and hurried frantically.

Chang'an, a city that is shaky and does not fall, seems to be calm inside, but in fact it is already in danger.

The people locked their doors, the defense of the Xiliang army was basically empty, and the number of princes intelligence points who could still preserve a trace of vitality in Chang'an under Dong Zhuo's iron serum was not large, so they could not control the city gate, and they lurked in the water one after another, waiting for their own soldiers and horses to detain Chang'an.

"Chang'an is a bait."

On the other side of Chang'an City, Li Ru sneered.

The Xiliang army had indeed withdrawn from Chang'an City, but it had ambushed nearly 50,000 soldiers and horses on the hills.

Dong Zhuo stood at the top of the hill, holding on to the stone in one hand, leaning slightly, staring at the majestic Chang'an City, his eyes full of indifference and cruelty.

"Is Ge Xuan still in the city?" Dong Zhuo's eyes sparkled coldly, and he said indifferently.

Li Ru nodded: "Still sitting in the Beiyuan Teahouse." ”

"Could there be a mistake in the information?" Dong Zhuo frowned.

"No, it won't." Li Ru shook his head without hesitation: "Wang Fang personally touched the line to check it, and besides, with Ge Xuan's character, it will definitely not be groundless." ”

Dong Zhuo's eyes were even stronger, and he sneered: "I really can afford to look up to Dong someone, there are people from several Great Mountains and Holy Lands, plus the old guy invited by that woman, it is really a gathering of powerhouses." ”

Li Guo Hu Zhen and other Xiliang veterans stood up in the back, without the slightest change in color.

Li Ru smiled darkly, his wide sleeves and his palms rubbed gently.

"Then forget it, a few old guys have their own to deal with. The key is whether there can be a fight outside Chang'an. Cao Cao, Liu Bei and Yuan Shang are not three-year-olds. How can I wait for the fisherman to reap the benefits of the fisherman? Dong Zhuo Zou said.

Li Ru nodded, took a few steps forward, only one step away from Yuan Shang and stopped, shook his head and said, "No matter which one occupies Chang'an first, it must face a problem, how to resist the two belated alliances?" And the other two who arrived one step later also have to hesitate whether they will be copied by us, each with a ghost in their hearts, this battle. It's not much to see. ”

Dong Zhuo nodded slightly, and said with a light smile: "Then where do you think it is more interesting?" ”

"My father-in-law already knows it, so why bother to take the school son-in-law." Li Ru shook his sleeves, and his body suddenly straightened up a little.

Dong Zhuo's eyes sparkled, like a hungry wolf who chose people to devour, looking at Chang'an, revealing a meaningful smile.

The drizzle became heavier and heavier, and the capillary water gradually became the size of a mung bean, falling on the face, and there was some slight pain.

Rain gradually rose on the roads of Chang'an City. An old man, sitting at the door of the teahouse.

Beiyuan Tea House is a well-known tea house in Chang'an City.

The owner of the teahouse is the eyeliner of the fisherman. No one knows this.

Dong Zhuo withdrew from Chang'an City, and most of the fishermen also left under the leadership of Wang Fang.

In addition to the old way, there is no one in the noisy and lively teahouse in the past.

It seems that under the influence of the strange atmosphere, in Chang'an City, both civilians and large households have emerged, and the liveliness of Chang'an has completely changed after the change of the palace a few days ago.

The officials were silent, and the most well-informed businessmen basically gave Dong Zhuoqing a few sets of cruel punches, and ordinary people were even more chilled and did not dare to go out, so although there were residents in Chang'an, it was unusually deserted, except for some people who really had no surplus food at home and hurriedly went to the streets, the huge city was terrifyingly deserted.

Lao Dao was alone, just sitting on the threshold, his eyes looking at the road without focus.

"The rain is getting heavier."

The old Dao's eyes were still not anxious, and he muttered softly to himself, his white hair fluttering in the wind, and his Dao robe was already wet with rain.

"It's time to come."

Lao Dao sighed faintly, and his deep eyes gradually brightened.

A thin old man with a peachwood sword on his back stepped on the rain and slowly walked towards the teahouse.

The old man was walking, letting the rain wash over his body.

One step out, raindrops rise.

Step out again, and the raindrops suddenly lifted like a curtain of water.

The shoulders of the thin old man with the peachwood sword on his back shook, and the wet robe was lost in the rain, as if it had evaporated, and there was no water stain on his body.

Ge Xuan, who had been sitting quietly on the threshold of the teahouse for three days, smiled, and didn't see him stand up, just looked at the thin old man who was getting closer and closer to him from a distance.

The eyes of the two looked at each other through the water curtain.

"Long time no see." The corners of Ge Xuan's mouth pursed into a smile, looking at the thin old man who had stepped out more than ten meters in two steps, but his eyes were staring at the slightly worn peachwood sword behind the other party.

This is a peachwood sword of some vintage, the blade of the peachwood has been bad, and the hilt is dark red, and a few clear traces can be seen on it, which looks a little old.

The peach wood sword is a traditional Taoist magic weapon, taken from natural peach wood, which has the effect of warding off evil spirits.

Peach, the essence of the five trees, the Taoist Fang Shi called it Xianmu, don't look at the wooden sword to kill people, in the history of China, the peach wood can even kill the gods and demons, let alone a person of flesh and blood.

Ge Xuan not only recognized the thin old man in front of him, but also the peachwood sword behind him.

The thin old man stood outside the door, the rain was still falling, but his shoulders were not wet, the rain gradually dissipated, and he looked at Ge Xuan who was sitting on the threshold opposite him in silence.

"Forty years." The thin old man has a hoarse voice, lives in seclusion on the top of Huashan all the year round, rarely has contact with outsiders, and even speaks a little slowly.

Ge Xuan smiled lightly, pressed a drop of crystal rain with his fingers, and said quietly: "It's been forty years, when the six people discussed the Tao was still yesterday, Li Sanqian died, Shangguan was said to be crazy a few years ago, the world has changed, you and I are old, this world is no longer the world you and I have walked through after all." ”

Yu Ji, who came from the top of Huashan, was silent for a moment, and in the rain, staring at Ge Xuan on the threshold, his voice was a little low: "In the blink of an eye, there are only four of the original six high-spirited teenagers left, if I guess correctly, they should be almost there." ”

Ge Xuan smiled and took out a wine jug from behind him, shook it a few times and said, "Since they are all here, let's come in and sit down, in this weather, it's good to drink some hot wine." ”

Yu Ji nodded slightly and walked in with his head held high.

Now that there are guests, Ge Xuan naturally can't let Yu Ji sit on the threshold with him, so he found a tea table by the door, and the two sat down.

"What's the weather like along the way?" Ge Xuan put a wine bottle in front of Yu Ji and laughed softly.

Yu Ji frowned slightly and said, "It's lifeless." ”

Ge Xuan poured a glass of wine, pushed it to Yu Ji, and said quietly: "Yes, from Luoyang to Chang'an, and then to the Thirteen Prefectures of the Han Dynasty, do you know why all this happened?" ”

Yu Ji frowned slightly: "What do you want to say?" ”

Ge Xuan turned a blind eye to Ji's face, and said indifferently: "Zhang Jiao, do you know?" ”

Yu Ji recalled and shook his head.

"You don't know him, but he treats you as a god." Ge Xuan looked at Yu Ji with a smile, and between the two, there was not a trace of anger at all.

When Yu Ji heard this, his frowning brows soothed, and he looked at Ge Xuan and said indifferently: "That's not bad, at least there are still people thinking about it after death." ”

This time, Ge Xuan was a little surprised, but he saw him and said, "Look at this, you are not surprised at all. ”

Yu Ji stared at Ge Xuan with his eyes and smiled lightly: "Does it make sense?" ”

"Yes."

Ge Xuan shook his head: "No matter how much trouble you make, it really has nothing to do with you, who is that corner to you, that is, a stranger, since he has the opportunity to obtain your Taiping Qing Collar Book, it is also his creation, what does it have to do with you." ”

Yu Ji drank all the wine in the bottle in one gulp, his chin and beard trembled slightly, staring at Ge Xuan opposite, silent for a moment.

"If it weren't for the fact that you were in the city, Dong Zhuo would have been seriously injured if he didn't die outside the city just now."

"I know it." Ge Xuan didn't have a trace of surprise, raised his glass, and drank it all in one gulp.

"This glass of wine is down, and the love between you and me is about the same."

Yu Ji took that bottle of wine as a matter of course, and was noncommittal.

Ge Xuan sighed softly.

"Here they are."

Yu Jiergen moved slightly, the rain was falling, and the slightest fluctuation that seemed to be there clearly reached his ears.

Ge Xuan looked at it, and the wine bottle in his hand fell.

A drunken old man riding a donkey, an elegant man riding a crane.

The rain was still, one swayed, and one was in the air.

With a bang, the raindrops in the sky exploded, and the two figures swept into the teahouse one after the other. (To be continued......)