Wang Anfeng paused.

The old Taoist priest next to him squinted his eyes, as if he was just asking.

Gong Yu, who was walking in the front, stopped and listened carefully.

Among these people now, she should be the first Wang Anfeng to know, at that time his martial arts were still very poor, and his body skills were even worse, just a nine-rank martial artist.

She only knew that Wang Anfeng was born in the Fufeng Academy.

Daliang Village?

Where is that?

Lin Qiaofu next to her had a look of surprise on her face, and said in a low voice: "It turns out that Brother Wang is from Forgotten Immortal County...... It's not very far from us. ”

Forgotten Immortal County?

Gong Yu wrote it down in his heart.

Yu Chijie's thoughts turned sharply in his heart, and he wanted to search for the things of Forgotten Immortal County in his memory, but he found that he had no impression.

I just vaguely remember that there is a kind of famous wine that is rich there, and the mellow taste can really be ranked first in the northern counties of Daqin, and I drank some of it back then, but I felt that it was not as good as the popular autumn dew white at that time, so I didn't take it to heart.

But it should be more than that.

Wang Anfeng looked at the Taoist priest, did not answer or deny, but said as usual:

"Daliang Mountain? I wonder what the Lord is doing when he mentions this. ”

"It's more or less a person in the rivers and lakes."

Shou Ruin was stunned for a moment, then raised his hand and slapped his forehead, shook his head and said:

"It's the mistake of the old way, the mistake of the old way."

"In a hurry, I forgot the rules, people in the rivers and lakes should not ask about the origin of the roots, Wang Shaoxia should not blame, don't blame."

He arched his hand towards Wang Anfeng, his face full of apologies.

The warriors of the rivers and lakes fought in the red dust, there were many feuds, everyone had family relatives, it was quite taboo to be born in which county and where, and the friendship was quite deep, and they would not take the initiative to mention it, not to mention that this was the first time they met.

Since ancient times, it is taboo to talk shallow and deep, this is the truth that children who have only read two books know, and he forgot this in a hurry, and he couldn't help but feel a little regretful in his heart.

Wang Anfeng shook his head, indicating that he didn't care too much about this matter.

The old viewer really stopped mentioning this matter, and put one hand into it, inviting everyone to go in and rest.

After entering the gate, there is a small bluestone brick courtyard, with black and white stone bricks placed out of the yin and yang fish, and above the yin and yang is a bronze Dan furnace with nine layers high.

Now the bottom hollow of the Dan furnace is burning firewood, and from the top thirty-three holes, curling green smoke rises, and there is still a little white snow that has not melted away, and the green bricks are clean and tidy, and there is a bit of clean air.

The old Taoist priest returned to the ruins and walked in front of everyone, Ling Qinghe went to find another Taoist priest, and Qingyan went down to ask the back kitchen to prepare some refreshments and rice porridge to send over, and personally led the way, bringing Wang Anfeng and others into a side hall for guests.

Yu Chijie walked all night on the mountain road, and at this time his legs and feet were already weak, and when he saw the stool, he sat directly on it, and then exhaled a long breath, and the whole person was a little paralyzed.

The temperature in this room is quite comfortable.

After a while, Qing Yan took two younger Taoist priests, served some refreshments and rice porridge, put them on the table, and then withdrew by himself.

The crowd wasn't really hungry, they just drank tea.

Shouxuzi sat on the other side of the table, a pair of eyes still looking at Wang Anfeng, and suddenly sighed:

"Wang Shaoxia, today is just the first time I have seen him, and it is really rude for the old Taoist to ask, but now I can't help but want to ask, did Shaoxia really grow up under Daliang Mountain?"

The look on the old man's face was quite sincere.

"Lao Dao doesn't mean to be offended."

"It's just that I think the young man is extremely kind-faced, and he looks very much like an old man back then, so that's why I asked."

"I'm not afraid of young jokes when I say it, the old way often retreats and practices in the dark, in recent years, I have suffered from nearsightedness and distance disease, and I always have to squint when I see things, when I first started, I can see almost the same when I squint my eyes, and I have been getting older in the past two years, and I can't see it clearly even when I squint."

He smiled and replied:

"I didn't think anything about it when I was far away just now, but when Wang Shaoxia walked over, he looked at it from the side and was almost seventy or eighty percent similar to my old man, so he asked that question."

"Now that I'm getting closer, I can see it more clearly, and I feel that there are sixty percent of the similarities, I haven't seen the old man for thirteen years, this matter is very troublesome in my heart, and I ask the young man to tell me one or two."

The old way is back again.

Wang Anfeng put down the teacup, thought about it, and said softly:

"The old man who watched the master, but his surname was Li?"

Yu Chijie pricked up his ears.

Shouxuzi's eyes lit up slightly, and when he heard Wang Anfeng's plausible answer, he laughed out loud, and said in a loud voice:

"That's it, that's it."

"There may be many Daliang Mountains under this world, but not every mountain has a drunkard surnamed Li."

"Back then, the old bastard who left the Dao drank dozens of jars of good wine from me, ate and drank, and was kicked down by the old Taoist priest for more than half a month, didn't he tell you?"

Yu Chijie's palms trembled, and the hot tea in the cup was sprinkled.

Lu Baiping glared at him, pushed his palm down, and said in a low voice:

"What are you doing?!"

"Don't embarrass us......"

Yu Chijie smiled dryly, looked away, and said, "Fang is too tired to walk, and his hands and feet don't have much strength now, and they are a little weak." ”

"Why don't you hold me, Miss Lu?"

"Then I'm definitely not going to be soft!"

Lu Baiping snorted coldly, with a look of disgust on her face, and said:

"Wishful thinking!"

"It's still a big man, even our Qiaofu is not as good."

She didn't sit, just leaned on a chair, Lin Qiaofu was the youngest, tired all night, and now sitting in this warm room, she was already a little confused, holding her cloth bag with both hands, her little head leaning on Lu Baiping's waist, and after a while, she began to doze off.

Lu Baiping just hugged Lin Qiaofu gently, too lazy to deal with Wei Chijie.

Yu Chijie smiled and looked at Wang Anfeng.

The palm of his hand has been burned red by the hot tea, but he didn't realize it, he just raised his hand to drink tea.

The edge of the teacup obscured his eyes.

Wang Anfeng's expression had changed slightly, he stood up suddenly, clasped his hands into fists, and bowed deeply to the laughing Taoist priest, with a solemn expression, and said in a deep voice:

"The junior Wang Anfeng is indeed from Daliang Village, and where he is rude, I hope that the seniors will include it."

Knowing Libo's name and surname may still be a coincidence, or an enemy, but even Libo occasionally tells himself the storyline, and he must be a very close person.

In addition, Liqi Dao has mentioned many times that if he walks the rivers and lakes in the future, he must go to this 'Candle Dragon Habitat' for a trip, and how can he not guess it?

Shouruzi raised his hand and pressed it on Wang Anfeng's palm, the wrinkles on his face were huddled together, he smiled happily, and said:

"Nothing, nothing."

"Oh, you kid, what's this? When Lao Dao was young, he also walked through the rivers and lakes, and knew that it was an indescribable blessing to be cautious in the rivers and lakes. ”

"Just think about it, have you suffered a lot?"

Wang Anfeng shook his head and just said:

"It's already gone."

The old Taoist priest sat down with Wang Anfeng's cuffs with his right hand, his demeanor and movements seemed to be much closer and relaxed, and he looked at him carefully and said with a smile:

"You've grown so big......"

"I remember what you were like when you were a kid."

"When you were young, I used to hold you...... Later, I thought about whether to bring you to this mountain, which is better than being at ease under the mountain, and the scenery is better, but I can't resist the old man who has left the road. ”

"Speaking of which, what about forsaken the way? How is he now? ”

"Leaving the uncle, leaving the uncle, he went out to visit friends......"

Wang Anfeng's expression became more and more respectful, as if facing Libo's side, and briefly told the Taoist priest who had been pulling him in front of him what had happened in the past few years, and the latter had a look of clarity on his face, and he was silent for a moment before sighing:

"I see."

"It seems that a lot of things have happened in the past few years, a lot of things."

Shouruzi shook his head, looked at Wang Anfeng with a pair of eyes, and said kindly: "To be honest, I thought that coming here would be a renunciation, but I never thought it would be you, but it's better if it's you, it's better if it's you!" ”

"You're better."

"That old miscellaneous man has been looking at the young man for half his life, and it's nothing to see each other again, look at the young people, we old guys can also open up their hearts."

"It's just a pity for your father, if he is still here, it will be the best thing in the world."

Wang Anfeng's expression changed in his eyes, and he said softly:

"Do seniors recognize my father?"

Shouxuzi smiled: "Since you call the renunciation of the road is a departure uncle, it stands to reason that you should also call me uncle." ”

"Before I became a monk, I was commonly known as Yan."

Wang Anfeng is as good as a stream, and his head responds:

"Uncle Yan."

Shouxuzi's eyes narrowed with a smile, and he laughed again and again: "This is good, this is good, haha, good boy, good boy!" ”

After a while, he stopped laughing, but the smile on his face still couldn't be contained, and seeing the expectation in Wang Anfeng's expression, he stroked his beard and said:

"Of course I know your father."

"After all, we used to work together back then, and we were familiar with each other, but then something happened and your father resigned and went into hiding, and I had already become a monk the year before and became a Taoist priest here, and I was not by his side."

"Alas, it's a pity that I couldn't persuade him."

Wang Anfeng had rarely been so close to his father's past, so he held his breath slightly, and said softly:

"Back then, what happened."

Yu Chijie's palm trembled slightly, and he almost threw down the tea cup in his hand in a trembling voice.

It was easy to stabilize the palm of his hand, but the tea soup in the tea cup still vibrated with fine ripples, like a sick old man.

Here, except for the old Taoist priest with gray temples, he may be the only one who knows the answer to Wang Anfeng's question, he had read some records when he was young, and it was on that occasion that he angered his grandfather, who had never put on a show, and made him stand in the sun with a knife despite his father and grandmother's begging for mercy, and he was not allowed to put down the knife until he came back.

Yu Chijie took a deep breath.

It was the most glorious and turbid era of Great Qin, and it was a past that would make his heart boil every time he thought about it.

In that era, the world was reunited to the seventy-two counties, and the family gate valve that had influenced the overall situation of the world for 700 years was torn off, and could only lie dormant, suppressed by the nouveau riche of the empire, and could not breathe.

In that era, there were gods and martial arts to remove armor, and there were heavenly policies to hang seals.

At that time, the prince died in the Taiji Palace, and the prince forced the palace to Weiyang Palace.

The young emperor is like a dormant tiger, began to stretch his minions, there are Taoists on the rivers and lakes holding flower branches as swords, whipping the world, the first owner of the world to open the rivers with his palm, shocking seven hundred miles of mountains and rivers.

It was a time of legends.

The scholar in the green shirt laughed and went out, saying that my generation is no longer a guest in the palace, and the Son of Heaven does not come to the court, and his grandfather said that this is the most successful poem that the one has ever chanted in his life.

Yu Chijie looked at the old Taoist priest with gray temples, thinking about how it was exciting to hear about the past from the mouth of this eyewitness.

Life and death, fighting, conquest, victory and defeat.

Step by step, or step by step, I don't know how many people have fallen to their original high positions, and I don't know how many people have stepped on the road to Qingyun, I don't know how many people have died, and how many lives are worse than death.

Countless people's choices, strategies, and aspirations come together, and it is a whole turbulent era.

Yu Chijie held his breath.

Shouruzi seemed to be a little distracted when he heard this question, and it took a long time to come back to his senses, and the old Taoist priest who lived in seclusion looked at Wang Anfeng, smiled under the expectant gaze of Yu Chijie, and just wrote lightly:

"At that time, we took some detours."

PS: Today's first update is ............

Three thousand six hundred words, I thought I could go on at noon, but I didn't expect it to be a little late, please bear with me (hug your fist)