After Lin Xianyuan stayed in Yangjiaoshui Village for a few days, he couldn't hold back his temperament and urged Fang Hong to set off. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info but Fang Hong's family is here, and he can't just leave, he has to explain some things to the shopkeepers in the city. There are also hundreds of acres of fields in their own homes, and they have to be instructed to keep an eye on them.

After doing these things, he packed his bags, called Yang Jingye to go with him, and followed Lin Xianyuan to the northwest. This time, he is not only to visit relatives, but also to cross the catastrophe, with Yang Jingye, no matter what, he can be safer. After thinking about it, he led the yellow skin with him.

Huang Pizi has been following him for so many years, becoming more and more magical, coupled with that terrifying speed and strength, in terms of lethality, I am afraid that he is a few points more powerful than Yang Jingye.

A cadre of people followed the official road and headed north. The mountainous roads in the south, even if they are official roads, are very bumpy. Fang Hong and Yang Jingye both have kung fu, and this bump is nothing. However, what is surprising is that Lin Xianyuan, a scholar, didn't feel any discomfort, and kept pulling Fang Hong to talk along the way.

Through chatting along the way, Fang Hong knew that Lin Xianyuan was still a lifter. After being admitted to the lifting of people, he failed to do so repeatedly, so he relied on his family relationship to donate a county order position. However, after he had been an official for a few years, he abandoned his official position and studied at home.

Lin Xianyuan doesn't like to read today's Xianxue, that is, Zhu Chenglixue, but is very interested in psychology. However, this kind of mind is not the mainstream after all, especially in the eyes of those Qingliu officials in the capital, it is even more crooked.

"When I went to Longchang and met Master Wang, the style was really impressive. The truth is not only in the book, but also in the hand. Lin Xianyuan likes to talk to Fang Hong about some topics of mental learning, but Fang Hong is not interested in these things. He also relied on his strong memory to forcibly memorize the Four Books and Five Classics, and he didn't understand many profound truths, and Lin Xianyuan talked about those things too deeply, he didn't like to listen to them at all.

The Wang Shi that Lin Xianyuan said is Mr. Yangming Wang Shouren. At the beginning, Wang Shouren was relegated to the dragon field, and through his own personal practice, he concentrated his heart and mind to learn Dacheng, which can be called the master of Confucianism. However, now that science is the mainstream, many people do not recognize that the study of mind also belongs to Confucianism.

After walking for more than half a month, the surrounding scenery has changed dramatically. The mountains began to decrease, the ground began to be flat and open, and the carriage was much more comfortable when it traveled.

"Third uncle, how far is this place from Taiyuan?" Fang Hong lifted the carriage, looked at the unfamiliar scenery outside, and asked with some curiosity. It was the first time in his life that he had come to the North, and he felt that everything was new.

There is still a big difference between the south and the north, such as this diet. The south eats more rice, while the north prefers pasta. There are also roofs in the south that are steeped, and the north is slightly flat.

"We are now out of Huaiqing Mansion in Henan, and in front of us is Zezhou in Shanxi. After Zezhou, then Lu'an and Qinzhou, you can get there. "It's almost home, and Lin Xianyuan is also happy. For the past two months, he has been on the road, and it is really tiring.

Fang Hong's heart suddenly swelled up with a little expectation, he heard Du Lao Ghost tell a lot of things about his mother, and he also wanted to see what kind of environment his mother grew up in.

"Go west and walk along the boundary of Binh Duong Province. After driving for a while, Lin Xianyuan opened his mouth and gave an order to a few people who were driving, and the convoy immediately changed direction.

"Why do you want to take a detour?" Fang Hong looked at the road, it was clear that he had to go around one more circle, and this kind of behavior of seeking the near and far made him a little incomprehensible.

"It's ridiculous to say, the front is the boundary where Ning Shanwei is located, and now the guard is bloated and chaotic, and the deserter situation is very serious, if we encounter a deserter, I'm afraid it will be a little dangerous. Speaking of this, Lin Xianyuan smiled bitterly and shook his head, when Taizu set up a guard system, stationed troops all over the country, farming on weekdays, and fighting in wartime, this system has accumulated millions of troops for the Ming Dynasty. You must know that the number of military registrations is second only to civilian registration. However, after the middle period, the guards were corrupted, and the superiors oppressed the subordinates, concentrating most of the land in their own hands, and the ordinary guards became tenants. Last time, Liu Liu and Liu Qi rebelled and entrenched themselves in Henan and Shanxi, which further decayed the already collapsed guard system, resulting in a lot of deserters.

These deserters belong to the military and must not be able to do serious work. As a result, many people began to do business as kings of the mountain. These people plundered the merchants who came and went, and sometimes even some court officials did not let go.

Although the Lin family is also a family of eunuchs, these deserters will not recognize him. If someone robs someone, the property is secondary, and if the life is lost, it will be a tragedy.

"I see, but I don't think we need to take a detour. Fang Hong touched his chin and said thoughtfully.

"Why? This official road can't be left, those deserters are very fierce. Lin Xianyuan was a little confused, it was better to take a detour than to lose his life.

"Because the deserters are coming. Fang Hong pointed to the official road in front of him, I don't know when, more than twenty men stood out on both sides of the official road, each holding a long knife in his hand, although his clothes were tattered, but the fierce spirit on his body was very strong.

Lin Xianyuan's face changed abruptly, and his fists were clenched. "Quick, let's go!" he hurriedly shouted outside, isn't this place still far from the place where those deserters are active, how can they meet so quickly, this luck is too bad.

Looking at the appearance of those deserters, it is clear that they have seen blood, and they will not be soft at all when they kill people.

There was no need for him to remind them, and a few men who were driving did not dare to stop, so they drew their whips one by one, whipped a few horses in pain, and ran forward as hard as they could. But, after all, this is a horse pulling a cart, and no matter how fast it is, it can't go there.

"There's fat sheep ahead. "These deserters had already noticed Fang Hong and the others, they had all looted near Ning Shanwei before. But in recent days, the imperial court has sent troops to surround and suppress them, and their lives are not good, so they have to run here.

Seeing that several carriages were about to escape, these men laughed loudly and rushed over with a hula. The carriage pays attention to comfort, and when it comes to speed, no one has run fast. Seeing it, these people are about to catch up.

"It's over, it's a drag on you this time. Lin Xianyuan glanced at Fang Hong with some apologies, if it weren't for him, where would Fang Hong be in such danger.

And Fang Hong just smiled slightly, lifted the curtain of the carriage, and glanced back.