Watching the little fox reluctantly kick the weeds and walk towards Chang'an City, the sunset dusk is gradually falling, the light of alchemy is magnificent, and the clothes on Ma Xiaokang's body have changed again, and the cloth clothes are draped, looking like an inconspicuous passerby.

According to the development of the plot, Ma Xiaokang came to the cannibal inn leisurely, looked at the shopkeeper's evil smile, and pretended to be stunned and ignorant and ordered a bowl of "human finger noodles".

"Guest, please use it slowly." The shopkeeper glanced at him with a thief's eyebrow, and a bowl of fragrant noodles was served on the table.

"Huh? This meat looks very strange, I wonder what kind of poultry it is? Ma Xiaokang smiled indifferently.

"Haha, let's eat it while it's hot, and don't delay your buddy's time." The five big men beside him smiled fiercely, and shouted at Ma Xiaokang as soon as they slapped the table.

"Oh? Are the heroes in such a hurry to go? ”

"Of course not, but someone is on their way!" One of the one-eyed men held a big knife and sharpened it, looking at Ma Xiaokang's gaze like a live fish on an iron plate.

"There are a lot of lonely souls and wild ghosts in this world, and it's a good thing to be able to go on the road together." Shaking his head and sighing, Ma Xiaokang picked up the chopsticks and stuck a few drops of tea on the table to depict alchemy.

The chaos in Jinhua City was three days ago, human morality was changed beyond recognition in just three days, the officials of the Yamen and the gangsters walked side by side on the street, surrounded by trembling ordinary people, their faces were dull, as if they had lost hope in this floating and chaotic world, a large pool of blood spread out from the inn on the side of the road, and immediately attracted the attention of the officials, one by one pulled out the swords on their waists, and rushed in shouting "catch the criminal".

You can see a wooden table showing a strange shape, a large number of wooden thorns splashed beside him like a rain of flowers, two of the five big men died in an instant, and the other three were thrown into the pot with the shopkeeper and the shopkeeper, seeing that the heat was floating inside, it must have become a cooked dish.

Ma Xiaokang drank tea calmly, and did not react to his own actions, his world view is very simple: regardless of race, only good and evil, even if you are a monster, as long as you do not harm sentient beings, I can let you go, but even if you are also a human being, as long as you dare to harm the people, I will fry you in a deep fryer.

"You...... What did you do!? The leading official forcibly retched, pointed at Ma Xiaokang and shouted.

"My name is Zhou Yashan, and when I came in, I saw them killing each other, and no one greeted me, so I had to sit down and drink tea by myself." Ma Xiaokang glanced at him expressionlessly, then stood up, put down the empty cup, and said with a smile: "I'll leave if it's okay?" ”

"Zhou ...... Zhou Yashan!? The official was stunned, took the wanted warrant in his hand and looked at it, his expression changed, and he immediately beckoned the people around him to pounce, "It's him!" Catch it back and get the money! ”

At this time, Ma Xiaokang had to vomit the ancient methods of arresting criminals, and if he didn't have a gun, why did you put away your sword!? If I resist, won't you be finished? And you're dragging me to prison like this? What about the hand clasp!? What about the torture instruments!?

Rolling his eyes along the way, Ma Xiaokang walked into the prison smoothly and saw the biggest plot bug of the two-part - Zhuge Wolong.

The old man was extremely sloppy, with a pair of dry hands holding stones and carving words on the wall, he didn't care about Ma Xiaokang who was sent in, the ancient texts on the walls were unfamiliar and difficult to understand, and Ma Xiaokang could only see one or two after studying the ancient texts.

The two of them wrote and read one by one, and were silent for a few moments, and finally the stone stopped, and Zhuge Wolong looked back at the man in cloth with a scrutinizing eye.

"You're a repeat offender?"

Ma Xiaokang's face darkened, thinking that you are a habitual offender Okay, this Jinhua prison is regarded by you as your own home, okay, but he is here to ask, and natural etiquette must be done enough, then he bowed down and arched his hand, and said softly: "Wolong seniors laughed, Zhou is just a grass citizen, naturally not a habitual offender." ”

"Do you know who I am?" Zhuge Wolong's essence flashed, and his eyes suddenly became cautious.

"It is rumored in the rivers and lakes that the predecessors are clever, reading the ancient and modern, and now the world is in turmoil, and the younger generations have nothing to do, so they can only take risks with their lives, and hope that Mr. Wolong will give them some advice."

The plot is developing faster, and Ma Xiaokang doesn't have time to talk to Zhuge Wolong's mouth cannon, so he goes straight to the point.

"Hahahahahaha-"

Zhuge Wolong looked up to the sky and smiled bitterly, his expression was lonely, as long as he got up and walked behind his back, looked at the moonlight outside the skylight, and said bitterly: "I'm just an old man who stepped into the coffin with half a step, and I am clever?" Hahaha-"

"I heard that Mr. Wolong is still writing celebrity biographies of Master Fu?"

Ma Xiaokang sighed helplessly, and knew that if he didn't deepen his favorability, Zhuge Wolong would not hand over "The Way of the World" and the Wolong Order to him.

"My ancestors have no vision, let me be studious all my life, write books and pass them on, who knows how to write travelogues, they say that I leak state secrets, write history, they say that I borrow the past to satirize the present, annotate the art of war, they say that I plotted against me, and later wrote stories of gods and monsters, they said that I lead people to superstition, and in the end I can only rewrite the biographies of celebrities, how did I expect that Master Fu was arrested and said to be a chaotic party, and I also ended up like this, you say, can I still write a book?"

Zhuge Wolong sneered, as if he hated the injustice of the sky, he was born to meet Bole, and he hated the country with hatred of the sky.

"The predecessors said otherwise, the travelogue made later generations of scholars less crooked, and history made future generations have an epiphany, and then the art of war, this is a wonderful art, just because the world is divided into good and evil, so they have taken different paths, since Mr. Wolong can still write, why do you say that you are not capable?"

Ma Xiaokang is indeed inspired by feelings, in today's China, there are too few people who really write good things, and the extinction of ancient capable people and ink writers is even less enlightened, and they are blinded by strange moral concepts.

"Hehe, looking at your appearance in the spring and autumn, it seems that you have experienced a lot of things?"

Zhuge Wolong's eyes narrowed, and his expression staring at Ma Xiaokang began to change.

"In troubled times, how can we be optimistic when the national disaster is at the head."

Seeing that Zhuge Wolong began to change his attitude, Ma Xiaokang secretly thought that there would be a play, and suddenly increased his ability to perform, "Datang is at the moment when the demons are dancing wildly, and I hope that Mr. will come out of the mountain to save the world." ”

Zhuge Wolong waved his hand slightly, looked at the ancient text on the wall attentively, and said with a wry smile: "I'm old and can't do anything anymore...... But you, young man, what's your name? ”

"Zhou Yashan......" Ma Xiaokang touched his nose in embarrassment, thinking to himself I just called myself Zhou, isn't it suspected of lying to you if I change my name now?

"The prisoners in this prison all say that they are not Zhou Yashan, but you keep admitting it?" The old man smiled, as if he had read through his thoughts.

"It's just a name, you don't bring it in life, you don't bring it in death, what is it enough to say." Ma Xiaokang remembered the name of his previous life and responded a little lonely.

"No matter what, seeing that you have a national journey in mind, I think you are also a loyal person, take these things, and leave quickly." The old man also nodded with satisfaction when he heard this, took out a worn-out book from his arms, pushed away the haystack, picked up a token from the exit of the escape passage and handed it to Ma Xiaokang, "The world is in chaos, there will be a coup d'état in the capital, take these two things on the road, and if necessary, you will definitely be able to save your life." ”

"In this way, I have written about Zhuge seniors."

Looking at the "Tao of the World" and the Wolong Order in his hand, Ma Xiaokang smiled slightly, bowed his hand, and then walked towards the passage.