Ning Yao woke up leisurely, slept very sweetly, opened her eyes and found herself sitting on a stool, she was a little dazed, after a moment of daze, she got up to push open the door, and saw an old and a young sitting in the porch outside the door, two stuffy gourds, and did not speak. After hearing Ning Yao's footsteps, Chen Ping'an turned his head and smiled: "Wake up, I see that you are sleeping deeply, I didn't call you before." ”

Ning Yao nodded, not concerned about this, and asked, "Senior Yang?"

The old man said angrily: "What's the matter, I'm afraid that Chen Ping'an will rub oil when you are asleep, don't worry, I'll help you keep an eye on it, he only has a thief's heart and no thief's guts." ”

Chen Ping'an hurriedly explained: "Miss Ning, don't listen to Grandpa Yang's nonsense, I guarantee that there is no thief heart!"

Ning Yao made a posture of a heavy dantian with both hands, and told himself, "There are a lot of adults. ”

The old man glanced at the straw sandals boy and gloated: "Seven tricks have been passed through six tricks, but none of them have been understood." ”

The rain was already very small, and the old man said bluntly: "Go back and bring the bag of support money, and then this little girl's tablets, as well as your next medicine, will be paid together." ”

Ning Yao frowned and said, "What kind of medicinal herbs are in the Yang family's shop, so expensive?!"

The old man said indifferently: "When people are about to starve to death, how much is the steamed bun in my hand worth?"

Ning Yao said in a deep voice: "You are taking advantage of the fire to rob!"

The old man smoked dry tobacco very fiercely, so that the entire upper body was shrouded in a faint smoke, and then from the "sea of clouds" came the old man's hoarse and indifferent voice: "The sky is asking for a price to sit on the ground and pay back, that is the business of a shoddy businessman, I can't do it, the rules on my side, there is only one price, you love to buy or not to sell or not." ”

Ning Yao was about to speak, but found that Chen Ping'an was pulling her sleeve and secretly winking, and in the end she swallowed that evil breath.

The quality of the medicinal herbs produced in this small cave is indeed good, but this small cave of Lizhu, which is famous in Dongbao Aquarius, has never been famous for its natural and earthly treasures, but because of those "porcelain" and chance treasures, which are famous all over the world. Therefore, even if the medicinal materials of the Yang family's shop are piled up, they are not worth a few gold and copper coins.

The old man shook his cigarette stick, "The rain has stopped, don't be ashamed of me either." ”

Chen Ping'an took Ning Yao's arm and walked down the steps, through the main hall of the shop to the street, Chen Ping'an asked with a smile: "Are you unable to figure it out?" It's okay, Grandpa Yang is like this, he doesn't like to talk to you, and he is very ...... in everything It's fair, yes, it's fair. Ning Yao sneered: "Justice? Everyone has a rod and scale in their hearts, why does he think he is fair? Just because he is old?"

Chen Ping'an shook his head and said, "I don't think spending a bag of copper coins is a big wrong." ”

Ning Yao glanced at the young man, "This sentence, if you can mix outside for ten years, and you can pat your chest and repeat it, even if you win!"

Chen Ping'an smiled: "Then let's talk about it then." ”

Ning Yao sighed, he really didn't have a problem with him, "Where to go next?"

Chen Ping'an thought for a while, "Go to the shop to see what Liu Xianyang is doing, and by the way, pull out your knife from the ground." ”

Ning Yao said resolutely: "Then lead the way." ”

She suddenly asked, "Are you all right?"

Chen Ping'an grinned, "There is no big problem, but in addition to practicing boxing, I have to decoction and take medicine every day, just like you." Grandpa Yang said that if the effect is not good, he may have to spend more money. ”

Ning Yao was puzzled: "Do you really believe it?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and shook his head, as if he didn't bother to bother with her about this kind of problem at all.

After leaving the town, he rolled up his sleeves, took off the coat press, and returned it to the girl.

She hid the clothes knife, and went to retrieve the narrow knife that was stepped into the ground by the mountain moving ape, as for the scabbard that was sent out, it was temporarily stored by Chen Ping'an on Ning Yao's side, and she hung it around her waist, so the flying sword finally had a place to live.

When Chen Ping'an and Ning Yao walked to the south end of the covered bridge, they saw a girl in Tsing Yi with a ponytail sitting on the top of the steps, holding her cheeks with her hands and staring into the distance, leaving the two of them with a back.

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In the backyard of the Yang family's shop, the old man who was alone put away his cigarette stick, waved his hand, and after dispelling the smoke around him, he said: "Don't worry, after the matter is completed, I promise to give you an immortal body of a river woman. ”

The old man finally knocked the ground lightly with a cigarette stick, looked up in the direction of the old acacia in the town, and said, "The tree is falling and scattered." ”

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The three wagons drove in turn towards Mud Bottle Alley.

The king of the Great Li Domain really couldn't understand why his nephew wanted to compete with a young man in a bad alley.

I even have a heart knot.

Song Changjing said with a smile: "Anyway, this confused account between you and Chen Ping'an, since this king has already intervened once, he will not stir it up again, you can solve it yourself." ”

Finally, Song Changjing reminded: "You and Zhengyangshan can have a personal relationship, but don't get too involved." ”

Song Jixin was happy: "Personal relationship? Do you mean that little girl? Haha, it's just fun, it's not any friendship." ”

Song Changjing said with a smile: "It's just fun, just send out a sword gourd?"

Song Jixin stopped talking stupidly.

The carriage couldn't get into the alley, Song Changjing didn't want to get off, Song Jixin got off the car alone, and found that it was raining, and it was still spring rain, drizzling and hazy, but there was a tendency to get bigger and bigger.

He quickly ran into Mud Bottle Alley, came to his yard, and when he pushed the door in, he saw Ji Gui sitting on the threshold of the main house, and she was in a daze.

Song Jixin shouted with a smile: "Let's go, Gongzi will take you to the mayor of Dali Capital to see you!"

Childe came back to his senses, "Huh, so soon?"

Song Jixin nodded and said: "Anyway, the things have already been packed up, the two big boxes in my house, plus your small box, everything that our family can move away and want to move away is nothing, it doesn't matter if you leave early or late." ”

Ji Kei rested his chin on his knee and said sadly, "Yes, this is our house." ”

Song Jixin sighed, sat on the threshold with her, stretched out his hand to wipe the rain from his forehead, and said softly: "What, reluctant to go?" If you are really reluctant, then let's leave later, it's okay, I'll go and say hello over there." ”

Zhigui suddenly laughed, stretched out his small fist and shook it vigorously, "No!

Song Jixin reminded: "Don't forget that four-legged snake. ”

Zhigui was angry and angry, and said angrily: "That fool who suffered a thousand knives sneaked into my box yesterday and lay on his stomach, causing me to look for most of the day, and after finally finding me, several rouge boxes under the box are dirty and dead!

Song Jixin began to be a little worried about the fate of the four-legged snake, and asked tentatively, "Will that fool be ...... by you?" Slaughtered, right?"

Zhigui shook his head, "No, let's leave it a small life for the time being, and settle accounts with it when we get to the capital." By the way, Childe, when we get to the capital, let's raise a few more old hens, okay? At least five!"

Song Jixin said strangely: "There are enough eggs to eat, why do you still want to buy them? Don't you always dislike our old hen for being too noisy?"

"When the time comes, I'll tie a rope to each old hen's feet, and then tie them to the fool's four legs and head." As long as I'm not happy, I can go and chase away the old hens. Otherwise, that four-legged snake is stupid, and it can't run slowly, and it will only get more angry when it exhausts people every time it used to happen......"

Listening to the thoughts of his maidservant, Song Jixin was full of the picture of the execution, and said to himself: "Isn't it five horses splitting the corpse...... Oh no, it's five chickens splitting up. ”

Song Jixin laughed heartily.

Zhigui was accustomed to his son's whimsical way of thinking, so he was not surprised, but just asked: "Childe, the box is so heavy, how can the two of us move it, and there are some good things, and I didn't throw them away." ”

Song Jixin stood up and snapped his fingers: "Come out, I know you are hiding nearby, bothering you to carry the boxes to the carriage." ”

There was no response for four weeks.

Song Jixin was silent for a long time, and said with a gloomy face: "Get out! Believe it or not, I'm going to let my uncle move it in person?!"

A moment later, several hidden figures quietly appeared from the rooftop opposite Mud Bottle Alley and into the alley, or in the alley outside the courtyard gate.

A total of five black-clad dead soldiers, after the leader pushed the door, rushed in.

The leader hesitated for a moment, clenched his fists and said in a muffled voice: "Where was my duty before, I didn't dare to show up without permission, and I hope His Highness will forgive me." ”

Song Jixin said expressionlessly: "Busy with you." ”

The man kept his head down, "My subordinates have the courage to implore Your Highness to help explain a thing or two to the prince." ”

Song Jixin said impatiently: "This trivial matter, my uncle will care about you?!"

The five figures did not move at all, standing in the courtyard drenched in the light rain, and refused to move their feet.

Song Jixin compromised: "Okay, I will help you explain the situation." ”

The five people entered the house at this time, and the three black-clothed people easily carried the boxes respectively, and the first and last two escorted them empty-handed, and slowly walked into the mud bottle alley, and they all ran away.

Song Jixin was thoughtful.

Zhigui held up an oil-paper umbrella and handed Song Jixin a slightly larger one, after locking the main house door, the stove door and the courtyard door, the master and servant stood at the gate of the courtyard with umbrellas, Song Jixin looked at the Spring Festival couplets with black characters on a red background and the painted Wenmen God, and said softly: "I don't know if we can see this couplet next time we come back." ”

Zhigui said: "If you leave, you will leave, and what will you do when you come back?"

Song Jixin laughed at himself: "That's right, it's good, I can't find anyone to show off when I come back, it's not good, and there are many people who watch jokes." ”

The rain didn't stop, and the alley gradually became muddy, and Zhigui really didn't want to stay longer, and urged: "Let's go, let's go." ”

Song Jixin nodded, and the two walked towards the mouth of Mud Bottle Lane one after the other.

Zhigui walked ahead, his steps hurried.

Song Jixin walked behind her, his steps were slow, and when he passed the high wall of the alley opposite the courtyard gate of a house, Song Jixin, who was holding an umbrella, stopped and turned his head to look.

The young man looked at the yellow mud wall that was not the slightest bit unusual, and was stunned.

Zhigui in front turned his head to look at it, and couldn't help complaining: "Childe, if you don't go faster, the rain will be heavy!"

The young man under the umbrella couldn't see his expression clearly, and after raising his arm and making a movement, the young man answered the handmaid's greeting, and finally began to speed up.

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In the carriage on the street outside Mud Bottle Alley, Song Changjing, the king of the Great Li Domain, was closing his eyes and recuperating.

The Supervision and Construction Office will set up a secret file every day, and the nine top dead spies of Dali are responsible for observing the records, and what is written on it is all the daily trivialities of "the illegitimate son of the Inspector Song", what street did he go shopping with the maidservant today, how much money was spent on what food and goods, which sage book was the content of the article recited in the early morning, when did he secretly drink for the first time, and with whom he went to the town to put paper kites and catch crickets, because of what? There was a dispute with who and where, etc., no matter how big or small, all recorded in the archives, and then sent to the capital of Dali once every three months, and was sent to the imperial study table of the palace, and finally gathered together to compile a book, which was personally named "Little Living Record" by the brother who liked dance and writing the most, from the small living record one, to the current small living record fifteen, a fifteen-year-old boy in the alley, fifteen years of bits and pieces, was written into fifteen books.

Before Song Changjing came to the town, he had flipped through those books full of boring and trivial things, but he keenly noticed that one of them, "Seven", was missing a page in the middle, which was obviously torn out. This should mean that in the summer and autumn when Song Jixin was twelve years old, a huge change occurred.

Before Song Changjing came to the town, he thought it was a bloody assassination that started in the capital of Dali, involving some characters who could only eat Coptis chinensis dumbly. But Song Changjing later realized that I am afraid that the story recorded on that page is definitely not a pleasant memory for the young Song Jixin, and it must be related to Chen Ping'an in Mud Bottle Lane.

Song Changjing began to sort out his thoughts, the number one vassal king of Da Li, who was rarely busy, to carefully recall the details of the conversation between the two teenagers who were recorded, as well as the scene at that time.

Song Changjing opened his eyes, disgusted with the curtains of the car, first saw the slender figure of the maid holding the umbrella, and then the nephew Song Jixin, the master and servant walked to the second carriage, and the three boxes had been moved to the last carriage.

Song Changjing said softly: "Let's go." ”

The carriage moved slowly.

The carriage stopped abruptly, and it didn't take long for Song Ji to rush into the carriage in a hurry, and said with anger on his face: "What do you mean?!"

Song Changjing asked, "You mean the corpse in your carriage?"

Song Jixin's face was pale, and he stared at Song Changjing.

Song Changjing's expression was flat, "Do you know the identity of the corpse?" There are seven Dali spy agencies, and this king controls three of them, mainly to infiltrate the courts of various countries, spy on important military information and buy the enemy's civil ministers and military generals, and the national teacher Xiuhu has three masters, mainly for the public opinion of the government and the opposition within the dynasty and the dynamics of the rivers and lakes, especially the need to keep an eye on the wind and grass in the capital. The last one is dedicated to dealing with the monks on the mountain, and is directly under the jurisdiction of ...... Someone, there are a total of nine big spies in this town, from these seven places, in order to ensure your safety, there will be no mistakes. ”

Song Jixin said in a deep voice: "What do you want to say?"

Song Changjing said with a smile: "The twists and turns here, who is that person loyal to, a lot of dark miasma truth, if this king wants to explain it to you clearly, it is estimated that it is difficult, anyway, this person is innocent." But you need to remember one thing, nowadays outsiders regard you as His Royal Highness Da Li, as a great noble, and they can take it all from their faces, whether they are in awe or flattery, but don't forget why they are like this. ”

Song Jixin sneered: "Oh? why?"

Song Changjing smiled and said, "How important do you think you are? It's just because this king stays by your side." I'm afraid you won't be able to remember this, so I take this opportunity to let you have a little heart. It's very uncomfortable to be around dead people. But it's better than next time, when you need this king to stay next to your corpse. ”

Song Jixin's face flushed.

Song Changjing glanced at the young man, and said in an indifferent tone: "Get out of the car." ”

Song Jixin instantly swallowed back the words in his mouth, turned around in silence, and left with gritted teeth and hatred.

Song Changjing waited until the young man got out of the car, and then laughed at it, "Just like that, when you arrive in the capital in the future, you can't be immediately targeted by those tigers and foxes who have lost their teeth, and I can't wait to tear off a few pieces of meat from you?"

The thought of going to the capital was actually a headache for the vassal king.

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In the carriage, it was the dead man who occupied the most territory.

Song Jixin was very uncomfortable, but the maidservant Zhigui's face was as usual, and he asked casually: "By the way, Zhigui, did you bring the old key to our house?"

She was puzzled: "No, I left it in my house, and I don't want to go back, what's the matter, Childe, what are you asking for, and besides, Childe, don't you also have a string of house keys?"

Song Jixin sighed and said with a smile: "I also lost it in the house." ”

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Three horse-drawn carriages drove past the old locust trees, out of town, and finally bumped on the muddy road, all the way east.

When passing the fence gate in the east of the town, Zheng Dafeng, the janitor who was sheltering from the rain in his mud house, squatted at the door with his hands folded and looked at the three carriages, and the old man yawned.

About half an hour later, Song Changjing said in a deep voice: "Stop!"

Song Changjing stepped out of the carriage, and Song Jixin and Zhigui in the carriage behind them lifted the curtain, their two heads squeezed together, and looked at Song Changjing curiously.

Song Changjing waved his hand, and Song Jixin pulled Zhigui back in.

Song Changjing walked forward, and not far away, there was a middle-aged man with an unattractive appearance stopped in the middle of the road, and his straw sandals and legs were full of mud.

Song Changjing said with a smile as he walked forward: "I really didn't expect that there is still such a number one person as you hidden in the town." It seems that our Da Li's spies really don't eat and eat. ”

The vassal king's snow-white robe, which was originally spotless, was also stained with mud, and his boots were naturally not spared.

Song Changjing finally stopped ten steps away from the man, "Since you didn't start fighting as soon as you met, you might as well talk about it, what do you want?"

Even the small town man whose roof was trampled on by the mountain moving ape, at this time, facing this king of the Great Li Domain, where was there still a little bit of squatting on the ground sulking, and said in a deep voice: "Song Changjing, as long as you can survive after the fight, you naturally know the answer!"

Song Changjing frowned, and the man said, "Let the carriage pass first." ”

Song Changjing smiled and nodded, did not turn around, always stared at the man, and shouted loudly: "The carriage goes first, just go forward." ”

The man walked to the side of the road and let the three carriages pass unimpeded.

Song Changjing waited until the carriage completely disappeared from view, and then looked at the man who was waiting patiently.

This person's realm is higher than his own, only higher than his own.

However, the gap between the two is limited.

Song Changjing had no fear, on the contrary, he was high-spirited, his blood was boiling, and he pulled his neckline.

The person in front of him, although he is not well-known, is definitely the best whetstone for sharpening martial arts.

Song Changjing's intuition told him that today is dead or alive, and tomorrow is nine or ten, all in one fell swoop!