The sun is rising, chickens, dogs, cows and sheep.

The wooden two-person high gate, no more than three zhang wide, is the entrance and exit of Nanning.

There are relatively gentle steps outside, which can be used for people to walk, and can also drive cattle and sheep, which looks like a bit of pastoral comfort, but in fact, the steps outside are no longer within the protection scope of the town monument.

A gate blocks the peace and desert, even at the gate, it may be inexplicably dead.

At this time, in addition to the peasants who had to go out to work, Xinfu, who was the inner prison gate, was also sitting outside the protection of the town monument.

Reclining, the old face is attached to the steps, lazy, humming a tune full of desert wind and sand......

"Looking at the battlefield with snow, who wants to stay in the center alone? Iron Horse Jinge is brilliant in the sky, where can I go ~~~?

A glass of turbid wine and more courage, dare to ask about the injustice and chaos in the world, no matter how strong the obstacles in front of him are, he vows to turn the troubled times into auspiciousness!"

Compared with the 'old man' Xinfu, the five big and three thick men stopped within the protection of the town monument, and laughed loudly: "Old man, you are singing these indiscreet words again! Do you want to blow that you were the eighth rank lord at the beginning?

"The girl is taking a bath, so you don't dare to go in and see?" Xinfu pulled off his sandals covered in dirt and rubbed them the ground.

Zuo Geng, who was choked, widened his eyes, and his nostrils were snorting and panting, but he didn't dare to really do it. The little old man in front of him was weak, if he was killed, the crime would be big, so he simply kicked the door into Xinfu's hut, broke open the window sash, and said hatefully: "The chief of the book is duty, and he must check the pass every three days, it doesn't matter if you don't say it, at noon, if you don't say it, the chief has the right to dispose of you!"

"It's noon, it's early......" Xinfu yawned, as if the old man was usually sleepy, just outside the protection of the town monument, snoring and falling asleep.

Zuo Geng, who was in a restless mood, looked back at the direction of Su Ang's small courtyard, gritted his teeth, and continued to wait......

At noon, the sun was shining, and the sun was shining a little, but outside this idyllic village, there was a sudden roar of anger: "Old man, you dare to go against Ben Lichang!"

"Don't dare!"

Xin Fu, who was cleaning up the transcription and checking the transmission, waved his hand again and again, but the panic on his face quickly turned into indifference in the next moment, and he lay back on the steps, listening to Zuo Geng's angry roar. Zuo Gao shouted twice, and he raised his eyes, just in time, to see two pairs of cloth shoes running quickly from the village.

"Presumably, Master Su Ang misunderstood that this book is long!"

Zuo Geng, who was full of fake smiles, said loudly: "I know that the road is difficult, even if I wait, I have to walk on the road carefully, Su Gongzi is white, I am afraid that it is certain, absolute, and he must die on the road." Zuo Teng, Left Bank, you two run to catch up, if Su Gongzi is not dead, but remember, but you must remember...... Be a good escort!"

"Tut-tut, escort? That's really, a good escort. ”

Squinting his eyes, Xin Fu stared at the two sons who Zuo Geng chased out, and kept aggravating the words of Zuo's more accentuated tone again and again, and waited for Zuo Geng to leave with a smile on his face, and continued to hum the melody of vicissitudes:

"Why should a good man turn an enemy into a friend and coexist? Why do heroes need to wield knives and guns? Step forward hand in hand with a family, and may there never be a battlefield in the world......

May there never be a battlefield on earth......

May there ever be no ...... in the world Battlefield?"

In the last sentence, Xin Fu sang many times in a row, and suddenly froze, remembering what Su Ang said, 'The whole world is not the king's land, and the shore of the land is not the king', in this very idealistic sixteen words, he seems to smell a very unusual smell of blood!

"The general trend of the world is that it must be divided for a long time, and it must be divided for a long time, but these are all connected with blood!"

Xinfu, who was still thinking about the eternal battlefield in the world, turned his head to look at the sky outside, his eyes were bloodshot, rubbing it, he always felt that there was a bloody curtain, and gradually blindfolded his eyes.

Otherwise, why, what he saw would be a bloody storm?

"Heh~ Battlefield ......"

Xinfu sneered, rubbed his eyes again, and then opened them, and found that his eyes were not red and he was seeing things normally.

After all, Su Ang, a white body, let alone whether he can participate in the county exam, let alone have Zuo Geng's two sons chasing and killing.

During the three-day journey to Chen'an County, there were countless ghosts and spirits living and wandering.

Su Ang, whose life is not stable, how can he have any qualifications to influence the general trend of the world?

Xinfu stretched comfortably and beckoned to the sky—

Well, it's a good day, and the sun is shining on me, and it's really warm.

............

Nanning belongs to Chen'an County, Xuanshui Township, Dongshan Pavilion, located in the southwest corner of Chen'an County, and Chen'an County, in the northeast corner of the area to which Chen'an County belongs, the two places are separated by three days...... That's weird!

In Su Ang's memory, this is indeed the case, but the guy who stayed at home in the previous body, the only time he went to Nanning, was still drunk in the carriage, so he didn't know that there was a mountain road in the middle, let alone the so-called three-day journey, which was calculated by a man in the prime of life who was in such a hurry.

"When ghosts and spirits are rampant on the road, mostly in the early morning to three o'clock in the morning, I set off after three o'clock in the morning, under normal circumstances, I should be able to arrive at the house in the evening, before the early morning, I should be able to reach Zhang's house in the northernmost part of Dongshan Pavilion. ”

His mind was racing fast, Su Ang looked at the rugged mountain road ahead, and then at the barren grass on both sides, his little face was shriveled, and he wanted to cry without tears.

According to his calculations, the little slave kite's morning bath was just within the tolerance range of Zuo Geng, so it was better to hurry sooner rather than later. What's more, because today is the day when Zuo Geng checked the pass, he calculated the footsteps and didn't dare to stop in the village he passed by just now.

These were all calculated, but because of an error in memory, it was now necessary to settle down at the foot of the mountain below.

However, if you settle in the house, you may be caught up by the pursuers!

"Little Housheng, hurry up and go to the house, it's your luck that you didn't meet ghosts and spirits, but if you rush in the middle of the night, you will definitely die!"

A slightly dull voice came into his mind, and the current situation, even with Tang Bohu's uninhibited and uninhibited care, felt a little difficult to deal with.

The middle of his eyebrows trembled slightly, and Tang Bohu said in his own divine court: "It took six hours for the contemptible people to finally see your simmering torches, which is very good, your predecessor should be sixty-six, and the talent endowment is not bad, and you swallowed the top spiritual objects given by Baihua Niang, so that the torches reached ninety-nine, indeed, very good!"

"Hundred Flower Niang?" Su Ang wondered, isn't it a flower picker?

"The flower picker is promoted to the flower girl, it is for the flower girl. Hurry up and get there!"

His voice was a little hurried and trembling, and Tang Bohu, who knew Su Ang's qualifications, didn't want Su Ang to die like this. It takes more than 8,000 'old grandfathers', and it is naturally very difficult to become holy, and Su Ang has long been aware of this, and now, it is Su Ang's first critical moment, and it is also the most critical moment!

Before passing the county exam, Su Ang didn't have the talent to use it......

The house is desolate, and the saddle is firmly settled.

When we arrived at the foot of the mountain, it was already the moon in the east, and there was still some time before the early morning, but Su Ang did not dare to continue walking, and there were still things that had to be done in the house.

The so-called house is a post station set up on the road, but because of the danger of the road, there is no post guard inside, but the monk uses materials to lay out the formation, in order to ensure that the house can live in people, these formations, must be pedestrians to clean all the rooms before they can start.

Labor in exchange for safety.

When Suang entered the house, he found a semi-circular courtyard with a large house, divided into four compartments with a simple screen, and at the back of the house was a shanty house for cattle and horses.

There are no cattle and horses, but all the places must be cleaned, Su Ang, who was out of breath because of the hurry, dipped the linen cloth hanging at the mouth of the well in water, wiped all the wooden places little by little, and wiped the flat wooden floor, and simply ate the treasures given by Zhi Lan'er, Su Ang's physique is not much different from that of ordinary teenagers, so as to complete a series of tasks.

"Xiaoxia subdues spirits and turns spirits into martial soldiers, which is equivalent to showing talents; Daxia Yuling into armor is equivalent to lifting people; and the unity of chivalry and human spirits is equal to Wen Jieli's Jinshi...... That Zuo is just the lowest-level little man, and his foot strength will not be ridiculously fast, and now he only hopes that the chasing soldiers will not rush desperately until late at night. ”

Thinking of this, Su Ang was a little relieved, even if Zuo Geng personally chased after him, he must not be greedy enough to risk a great danger to kill himself, he lit the oil lamp on the table, held his chin, and listened to Tang Bohu, as well as Wu Yinzhi, Tao Yuanming, and Wang Wei in the Twelve Dynasties to explain the meaning of poetry to himself.

This lineup can scare people to death, and Su Ang is also grateful and listens carefully.

"Self-cultivation, Qi family, governing the country, leveling the world, and returning home ...... sanctification," he muttered in a low voice.

"Be careful!" Suddenly, Tang Bohu let out a hurried exclamation of warning.

Su Ang, who was immersed in the ocean of knowledge, rolled to the side without stopping, but when he looked up, he still met a pair of eyes that were crooked like crescents and full of wittyness.

The owner of the eyes is very beautiful, with a pointed chin, a cherry mouth, a slender and light body with a smell of weak willow support, and light blue lips, which adds a bit of weirdness and enchantment.

At this time, the pale cyan lips curled slightly, and he exhaled like a blue and asked, "You think the house is safe, do you?"

Without waiting for Su Ang to speak, she smiled again:

"It's a pity that my female ghost was hanged in the house......"