Time passed in a flash, and soon it was the third day.

In Liufu, the county seat of Yunshan County, Liu Fan was sitting at the table, waiting anxiously, when suddenly the door was pushed open, and he saw a man in a black robe walking slowly.

Liu Fan immediately greeted him, and then hurriedly asked, "Sir, how is the matter?" ”

The black-robed man chuckled and said, "The army has been drawn and will arrive tonight." ”

"Great, really good." Liu Fan was ecstatic, and then immediately bowed down to thank him.

"There is no need to do this, now that the matter has been understood, you will not owe each other after today." The middle-aged man said.

Liu Fan smiled bitterly, and then nodded: "I thought that Mr. had prepared a good amount of money, so while it is still safe, Mr. should leave quickly." ”

The middle-aged scribe did not refuse, carried the wooden box on the table, and slowly left the Liu Mansion.

Boarding the carriage, he glanced back and sighed softly: "Poor and pathetic." ”

The young man who was driving the car couldn't understand what his husband meant, shook his head, and drove the carriage out of Yunshan County.

Rumble!

"What a sound!"

As soon as he drove out of the city, there was a sudden rumbling sound on the ground, and the middle-aged scribe frowned slightly, and suddenly said: "Bad thing, Laifu, drive the car into the woods." ”

"Yes, sir!"

"Rack!"

The carriage turned a corner and sank into the woods. The middle-aged scribe leaned against the tree pole, his eyes suddenly widened.

"The army? How is this possible? The man looked incredulous, looked at it, and waited for the mysterious army to leave after half a sound, and then he sighed lightly: "That's it, Laifu drives, let's go to Bingzhou, this Liaodong, a great person here!" ”

The carriage was on the road again, and Rifle drove the carriage, and he stopped talking, for the first time he saw the old man being struck.

"Sir, you ......," Laifu hesitated.

The chubby scribe smiled: "You want to ask the lord why I look like this?" ”

Rifle nodded.

The scribe smiled and said, "You don't understand it." ”

"Let's go."

Wheels.

The wooden wheels of the carriage turned slowly, and the scribe sat in the carriage with his eyes closed, his body swaying back and forth, back and forth, left and right, and from time to time there was a gap in the ground, and the wooden wheel pressed over, and the whole person flew up from the carriage.

In this era, there is no such thing as shock absorbers, let alone springs, and the road is potholed and extremely difficult to walk.

The term tiring travel, it is estimated that this situation is also a means of killing people invisibly.

If you open the history books, you can see many exiled officials, because they were in a hurry to take up their posts, they worked hard day and night, and finally died of exhaustion or illness on the way to their posts.

And the scribe in the carriage was not in a hurry, he tossed on the road for a long time, physically and mentally exhausted, and he was a weak scholar, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he had left the border of Yunshan County.

"Laifu, find a place to rest overnight and leave tomorrow morning."

The scribe rubbed his sore waist and said.

"Yes, sir."

Laifu lowered the speed of the car, 15 yards became 7 yards, and by the bright moonlight, he saw a dilapidated Taoist temple in the distance, as if there was still a faint flicker of fire.

Laifu was suddenly excited, and said happily: "Master, there is a broken temple in front, where to rest for the night." ”

"Okay." Anyway, the scribe didn't want to continue on his journey, and he had tossed back and forth several times in the past few days, and he was already physically and mentally exhausted.

"For Liu Fan's sake, the master has been tired a lot these days." Rifle muttered.

"Hey, it's just a matter of being tired, but I didn't expect something to go wrong halfway, if the Liu family can't uproot it this time, then this huge Liaodong has no place for the Liu family." The chubby scribe said with a smile.

"No, the master will make a move, how can there be a failure." Rifle said skillfully.

"Haha, that's what I said." The scribe laughed.

"Master, it's here!" Laifu stopped the carriage, and before he got up, the flickering fire in the ruined temple caught his attention.

"There's a real fire." Rifle muttered.

"Laifu, what do you say?" The scribe lifted the curtain, and he didn't hear too clearly what he had just said.

"Oh, it's okay, it's just that someone has settled in this broken temple, and it is estimated that he is a businessman who runs his feet."

Rifle had encountered similar situations many times, but he didn't pay attention to it at first.

"What, someone!" The scribe's face changed dramatically, and he was eager to kick Fortune to death.

"Why didn't you say it sooner!" The scribe said with some chagrin.

"Master, I'm ......" Laifu was a little confused.

The scribe shouted, "Go, leave quickly." ”

Obviously, there is a problem, this broken temple is less than 100 miles away from Yunshan County, and there is no wind and rain today.

Sleeping in the open all the way, I must have wanted to go into the city to rest, but I rested here, and I guessed that there was a problem after a little thought.

"Stomp!"

The sound of heavy and dull footsteps sounded, and the scribe's heart was cold, and sure enough, something had happened.

Dada!

A pair of seven-man silver-armored cavalry surrounded the master and servant, and one of the leaders turned over and dismounted, bowed and saluted: "Sir, my lord of the house, please tell me in the house." ”

The middle-aged scribe shook his head with a wry smile, straightened his clothes, and said, "Lead the way ahead." ”

The remaining six horsemen, neatly and uniformly retreated, forming a small path, and the middle-aged scribe's eyes flashed away, and slowly walked into the broken temple.

As soon as I stepped into the broken temple, I saw that the broken temple had been cleaned up, in the center of the main hall, there was a wooden table, a plain white brocade and a heroic man sat cross-legged, and behind him stood a silver-armored young man, carrying a tiger-headed golden knife.

"Yu has been waiting for Mr. here for a long time, please take a seat." Su Yu didn't get up, just smiled faintly and stretched out his hand to ask.

Bang!

Suddenly the thunder sounded, and in an instant the clouds were thick, the moonlight was covered, and the whining wind remembered.

The scribe sighed lightly, walked into the main hall and sat down, and said in his heart: This day is about to change.

"Jia has seen the general!" The middle-aged scribe bowed his hand.

Su Yu laughed and shook his head: "Mr. is not honest, I treat Mr. with my real name, but Mr. coaxes me with a name that I fabricated, is my big knife not good?" ”

Clang!

The golden knife behind Li Feng's back fell violently, only with a click, and the stone slab on the ground was split in two, extremely sharp.

"Sir, how about this golden knife under my command?" Su Yu smiled faintly, looked at the scribe, and took a drink of soju on the table.

The scribe was shocked into a cold sweat behind him, and the color behind him was pale, and he felt that he had met an opponent, and the young general in front of him did not play his cards according to the routine at all.

"What the general said, Jia didn't quite understand." The scribe stabilized his mind, and then changed his words: "However, it is not a gentleman's act to treat a scholar in such a way?" ”

Putting down the wine glass, Su Yu smiled again, but the scribe felt that there was a hint of sarcasm and mockery in this smile.

"What does the gentleman think a gentleman does?" Su Yu couldn't help but ask.

The corners of the scribe's mouth hooked up an imperceptible arc, and he spoke eloquently: "A gentleman should be upright, a corporal of good manners, and he will not stop despicable means to others and himself, what does the general think?" ”

"Well said!" Su Yu praised the armrest, and the scribe smiled.

"However, sir, Yu has something unclear, dare to ask if someone colludes with foreign races and harms my Han people, who is this?"

"Despicable villain, too!"

"Then how should we punish this despicable villain? What about my Han law? ”

"Of course it'......"

Rumble!

A thunderbolt exploded, and the scribe's cold sweat broke out, and he didn't open his mouth for a long time, and the rain poured down, Su Yu raised his wine glass again, and looked at the rain outside the door with a smile.