Chapter 57: Liang Wenjing
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A shabby-dressed Confucian student, with a blushing complexion, drunk and cute, carrying a red lacquer gourd, shook it step by step, and walked towards him, "Xidang Taibai has a bird road, which can cross Emei...... Belch...... Emei peak...... Uh......"
Walking past the two of them, he suddenly couldn't stand, one stumbled, Liang Wenjing was warm, and hurriedly reached out to help, but the Confucian student brushed his broken sleeves, pushed Liang Wenjing away, and continued to sing: "The earth collapsed and the mountain destroyed the strong man to death, and then the ladder stone stacks were hooked together...... Ha...... There is a high standard of six dragons returning to the sun, and there is a return to the river with a reversal of the waves...... The yellow crane can't fly, and the ape wants to spend his sorrows. Haha - sorrowful climbing, sorrowful climbing. "Sing and walk.
"Daddy, there is Shenxian Du in front, how did he pass like this?" Liang Wenjing said.
"Hmph, the first move, boring literati. The Great Song Dynasty didn't have anything else, but there were too many poor acids in the soft bones, which was really annoying. Liang Tiande frowned, turned around with Wen Jing, and couldn't help but look at each other, only to see that on the winding mountain road, it was empty, and there was still a figure there.
Although the two of them didn't see it clearly, Li Wuru saw it clearly, after this person walked, his big sleeves fluttered, and his figure was only one vertical, and he was nowhere to be seen.
"It's really worthy of being a poor Confucian ram feather, an iron-blooded Tianjiao and a top master in the Kunlun world, I can't do this kind of light work."
Li ruthlessly secretly compared in his heart.
Compared with the ram feather, whose martial arts are higher, Li Wuru is not so self-conscious, can be compared, only light skills, but, seeing the ram feather's weightless volley fly, Li Wuru has to admit that his light skills are also inferior.
Of course, it's not that Ling Bo Weibu is inferior to others, but Li Wuru has not cultivated to that realm, and his internal strength is not as good as it, so he can't compare to it.
Ram Yu's martial arts are high, but his personality makes Li Wuru a little disdainful, awkward, neither heroic nor chic.
"Daddy...... Dad, I'm ...... Are we ...... Encounter a ghost...... Hell. Liang Wenjing's voice trembled a little.
"Nonsense, he's full of red light, where does he look like a ghost?" Liang Tiande scolded in his mouth, but he was beating the drum in his heart.
"Yes, this strong man is right, there are no ghosts in this world, there are ghosts, and there are ghosts in people's hearts."
Li ruthlessly interjected at the right time, and said loudly: "In addition, the two of you can look away, the person just now is not a poor scholar, but a master in the rivers and lakes, a poor Confucian ram feather." ”
"Ah, you, why are you here!"
Liang Wenjing was surprised.
Liang Tiande also showed Li Ruthless, and after his expression was shocked, he instantly became heavy, looking at Li Ruthless's gaze, and the color of defense was even heavier.
"This son is good, our father and son urgently need to hurry, so don't leave it at that."
As he spoke, he pulled Liang Wenjing and walked quickly.
On the Shu Road, there are already many strong people haunting, Li Wuru's origin is unknown, and when he came behind him, Liang Tiande didn't notice any movement, which made him more vigilant in his heart, for fear that he would have bad intentions.
Liang Wenjing was quite interested in the content of Li Wuru's words, and he stopped and wanted to ask something, but was pulled away by Liang Tiandeqiang.
The two of them hurried with their heads bored, walked a distance, climbed over a mountain beam, and suddenly saw a clear stream flowing, and a small single-plank bridge flew across both banks.
At the other end of the bridge is a mountain col, with several peaks and green mountains hugging three or two households, and the smoke of cooking drifts in the wind.
"There's an inn there!" Liang Wenjing cheered and pointed to a blue-tiled house in the distance.
There are two strings of lanterns hanging outside the blue-tiled house, and the eight characters of "Bashan Inn, feel at home" are written. Liang Tiande couldn't help but smile.
Before the two came to the inn, before they entered, a shopkeeper came out and looked at the two: "I'm sorry, someone here has a bag." ”
Liang Wenjing was disappointed and said to Liang Tiande: "Daddy, I'm so hungry." ”
Liang Tiande frowned and said, "Let's leave after dinner, can the little second brother be accommodating." ”
"This ......" the little second brother hesitated.
"Everyone is a person who is against the journey, so why bother so much." A clear voice came from inside the store, "Little Second Brother, you let them in." ”
"Yes, yes." The little second brother turned around, Wen Jing was overjoyed and rushed in.
"Stinky boy, when it comes to eating, it's more energetic than anyone else." Liang Tiande was a little helpless.
"Little second brother, they can go in, I should be able to too."
The shopkeeper felt a flower in front of him, and a young man appeared in front of him, and said with a gentle smile.
"Ah, when did you come?!"
The shopkeeper was startled, rubbed his eyes vigorously, and said confusedly.
Fortunately, this is in broad daylight, otherwise, the shopkeeper will really think that he has encountered a ghost.
Li ruthlessly asked again: "Can I go in?" ”
The shopkeeper nodded repeatedly: "Ah, yes, yes." ”
On a table of eight immortals in the store, there are three people sitting, on top of which is a white-clothed scribe, shaking a folding fan in his hand, thin and white, with a beard like ink, and his appearance is very clear.
On the right sat a majestic old man, with a purple and black face, beautiful hair and chest, and a pair of phoenix eyes half-open and half-closed, looking extremely majestic.
There is also a middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and tiger eyes, bare arms with knotted muscles, and a nine-ring broadsword on his back.
"Three catties of beef, three catties of rice, huh...... There is also a pound of rice wine and a plate of vegetables and vegetables......"
Perhaps, Liang Wenjing was really hungry, and as soon as he entered the store, he couldn't wait to read out a meal.
However, the shopkeeper Ergou looked at the people and saw that Liang Tiande's father and son were poorly dressed, and under the pretext that there was an unwritten rule in the store, they needed to buy first and eat later, and asked Liang Tiande to pay the bill first.
The entanglement of the two was on Liang Wenjing, and after he reached into his arms, he realized that the money bag was gone.
The father and son argued, but the shopkeeper gave an eviction order with a calm face, Liang Tiande suffered this kind of bullying for the first time in his life, his face was purple, he was so embarrassed that he stomped his feet and was about to go out.
Suddenly, the scribe smiled and said, "If Your Excellency doesn't give up, Bai Pu will be a host, how about everyone have a drink together?" ”
Liang Tiande was slightly stunned, and before he could answer, he saw Liang Wenjing rubbing his neck and muttering: "What should I do at night?" ”
"Eat and drink!" Liang Tiande's eyes were wide with anger.
"Daddy, I'm really hungry." Liang Wenjing's belly really growled, and it was extremely loud.
Bai Pu smiled: "In life, who doesn't have a time to be embarrassed." Besides, I still have something to ask for advice in the future, so please don't refuse. ”
Liang Tiande sighed in his heart, lowered his head and said, "Your Excellency is so gracious, where can Liang afford it!" ”
At this time, a clear voice came from outside the store, "Brother Bai is really bold, so hospitable, I don't know, can it be counted in the next part." ”
With the sound of words, a young man in a green shirt walked in, heroic, but not sharp.
"Ah, how is it him again!"
Seeing Li ruthless, Liang Wenjing exclaimed.