readx;?“ Yes. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Wu Zhiyuan looked at the broken pine beside him and smiled far-fetchedly.

Wen Qing nodded thoughtfully, and said with a light smile: "If you don't break it, you can't stand it, break it and then stand it, and cut off those extra branches to grow into a towering tree." ”

When Wu Zhiyuan heard Wen Qing's words, he only felt that it was full of Zen machines, containing endless philosophies, and it seemed to mean something else, as if he wanted to tell Wu Zhiyuan something, and for a while, Wu Zhiyuan couldn't understand the mystery.

Seeing that Wu Zhiyuan was deep in thought, Wen Qingwan smiled and said, "Goodbye!" Wu Zhiyuan was not allowed to reply, he had already turned around and left, and in the blink of an eye, the person was already a hundred meters away.

Wu Zhiyuan repeated the words that Wen Qing had just said in his heart, and he couldn't understand it, so he had to go back the same way in a huff.

Find the carriage outside the town and find that Sheng Wanxiang has been waiting under the carriage for a long time. Wu Zhiyuan apologized for a brief explanation to Sheng Wanxiang, and the two got into the carriage and started to hurry.

Night and day, the two finally arrived at the boundary of Shandong at noon on the sixth day.

Although this place is still far from Longshan, Wu Zhiyuan still feels very close, after all, this place is a little closer to his home.

After eating some dry food in the carriage, Wu Zhiyuan continued to drive eastward, and in the evening, he arrived at the border of Jinan.

Wu Zhiyuan is relatively familiar with Jinan, and he also has a special feeling for this place. Ju'er, Zhang Dashuai and others all met and intersected in Jinan, although now the Si people have gone, things are not people, but the original experience has long been unforgettable, unforgettable.

At this time, the sun is thin, and the sky is gradually darkening. Wu Zhiyuan plans to go to the Marshal's Mansion to spend the night, and at the same time meet the old man who has not seen him for a long time - Zhang Yongheng, the fat man Zhang Dashuai.

The urban area of Jinan has been looted and burned by the remnants of the Manchu Dynasty, but the pattern of the streets has not changed.

It's still the tall white iron gate, it's still the white Western-style villa, and nothing seems to have changed.

However, as soon as Wu Zhiyuan parked the carriage at the gate of the Grand Marshal's Mansion, several guards came over with rifles.

"What for?" The first guard pointed his rifle at Wu Zhiyuan and interrogated him sharply.

Wu Zhiyuan knew that the guards were no longer the same group of people he had when he first came, and the current newcomers didn't know him, so he didn't know the same as this guard, and replied with a smile: "Trouble to report, my surname is Wu, and I am the old man of Zhang Dashuai, please see me." ”

Hearing this, the guard at the head glanced at each other with the other guards, looked Wu Zhiyuan up and down with disdain, and asked, "What Zhang Dashuai?" Living in this marshal's mansion is our Han Dashuai, where did Zhang Dashuai come from? ”

"Han Dashuai?" Wu Zhiyuan looked stunned and asked, "Isn't this Zhang Yongheng Zhang Dashuai's mansion?" ”

"Haha......" Several guards laughed when they heard this, and the guard at the head spit out, "I'm bah! What bullshit Zhang Dashuai? When Lao Tzu carried a gun to Jinan City, that Wang Ba Lamb had already escaped with his tail between his legs, you don't fucking make trouble here, and if you don't get out of here, Lao Tzu will shoot you! As he spoke, he picked up his rifle and pulled the bolt with a "bang".

Wu Zhiyuan was a little unexpected, but at this time he already understood what was going on. Zhang Yongheng had lost power, and Jinan City was no longer his sphere of influence, but now under the jurisdiction of a warlord surnamed Han.

In these turbulent years, there is no stable and unchanging country, and it is extremely common to eat small things and bully the weak, in fact, Zhang Yongheng expected that he would have this day, so he gave the private night pearl to Wu Zhiyuan.

"Are you fucking fucking fucking out of here?" The guard at the head raised his gun, and the muzzle of the gun was aimed at Wu Zhiyuan.

Now that the situation has changed, Wu Zhiyuan can't compete with these dogs, he snorted coldly, jumped into the carriage and drove away.

Unable to find a place to stay, Wu Zhiyuan had to choose an inn to stay. However, before that, he and Sheng Wanxiang still need to have a full meal, and the dry food and water in the past few days have made the two of them weak, and in the long run, I am afraid that if they can't hold on to Cong Ma Zen Temple, the two of them will be tired due to malnutrition.

At this time, it is the most lively time of the night, the street is bustling with people, the inn is brightly lit, and the shouting and shouting are endless.

Wu Zhiyuan found a restaurant and walked in, sat down at a table by the door, ordered two cages of meat buns and a table of food, and he and Sheng Wanxiang feasted on it.

The two were eating happily, and suddenly heard a shouting and scolding sound from outside the door, Wu Zhiyuan looked up at the door, and saw that the restaurant guy was driving a beggar at the door of the restaurant, the beggar was unkempt, he couldn't see his face clearly, his clothes were in tatters, he was holding a bamboo stick in his left hand, and he was holding a broken porcelain bowl in his right hand.

This beggar is a fat man.

If it was just because this beggar was a fat man, Wu Zhiyuan didn't care about it, but he recognized the fat man's body shape at a glance, this fat man's body shape was exactly the same as Zhang Dashuai's body shape!

The fat beggar in front of him was only a little thin, but Wu Zhiyuan was still sure that he was Zhang Dashuai.

"Little second brother!" Wu Zhiyuan stood up and walked to the door of the restaurant and greeted the guy at the restaurant. The restaurant guy was entangled with the fat beggar, and when he heard Wu Zhiyuan's shout, he looked back at Wu Zhiyuan.

"Leave it to me, you can go back and get busy." Wu Zhiyuan said, waved his hand back, and the restaurant guy glared at the fat beggar viciously, and returned to the restaurant with a scolding.

At this moment, the fat beggar seemed to see Wu Zhiyuan, so he didn't stop, turned around and walked towards the crowd on the street.

"Zhang Dashuai!" Wu Zhiyuan shouted loudly.

The fat beggar paused for a moment, then walked forward again.

Wu Zhiyuan saw his slight pause and concluded that he was indeed Zhang Dashuai, who dominated Jinan City in the past.

Thinking of this, Wu Zhiyuan chased after him with an arrow step and grabbed the fat beggar's arm.

"Have you made a fortune? I don't dare to speak when I see my old friends! Wu Zhiyuan pretended to be annoyed and glared at the fat beggar and said.

When the fat beggar heard this, he turned around, cried and mourned, squatted on the ground, put the bamboo stick and broken porcelain bowl in his hand on the ground, and said angrily: "Ouch, Brother Wu, don't laugh at me, okay?" Look at me, this is miserable enough, I can't even eat a full mouth, what else do you say Zhang Dashuai, I ...... Alas! ”

As he spoke, the fat beggar sighed, brushed the hair in front of his forehead, and a face with small eyes, a wide nose and a big mouth appeared in front of Wu Zhiyuan, and it was indeed Zhang Yongheng.

"How so?" Wu Zhiyuan sympathized with Zhang Yongheng's plight, but wondered why he had fallen into such a field so quickly.