By the time Zhao Yan finished a long conversation with Wanwan and the three of them, the turbulent river that had blocked the convoy's progress had been left far behind.

Zhao Yan, who was standing on the wheel, looked back at the surging river that was getting smaller and smaller because of the distance.

Zhao Yan saw that a group of egrets, which seemed to be going to hunt, flew through the sky in a scattered formation and flew towards the upper reaches of the river.

"Lan Yue. ”

Zhao Yan knocked on the wooden partition of the carriage.

"The slave is here. ”

Lan Yue, who didn't read a book, so she was not cute, quickly bent down from the carriage and waited for Zhao Yan's next order.

"Lan Yue, how high can you fly?"

Zhao Yan asked again without replying.

"Not too high, only slightly higher than the treetops. ”

Hanato Singer replied.

"Do you want to fly?"

Zhao Yan turned his head and asked again.

This time, after hesitating, the feathered singer finally shook her head.

"For what?"

Zhao Yan was very strange, he had always thought that the desire of winged beings to fly was engraved in the depths of their bone marrow.

"Because ......" Yuren Geji glanced at Zhao Yan quickly, then lowered her deep voice, and replied at a faster speed: "Because the slave is only wearing a skirt today." ”

Only wore a skirt today?

Zhao Yan's brain, after being innocent for almost a second, finally understood what his feather singer wanted to express.

If I wear only a skirt, if I fly up, then I look at it from below...... Hmm, that's so discordant!

This "only" word. Well used.

"Ahem, what's that. Lan Yue, young master Ben will teach you to sing a new song again, and my young master Ben will sing it again......"

Zhao Yan coughed slightly in embarrassment. So he decided to sing a song to improve the slightly awkward atmosphere.

"When I was still an ignorant girl, I didn't understand love when I met it, from the past to the present, I knew that he also left, wandering in the sea of people, only to understand that no one could replace it, and he once gave me the trust ......"

Zhao Yan half-hummed and half-sang, and put the song "Girl with Wings". Taught it to the feather man singer Lan Yue.

Who made Lan Yue, the feather singer, just be able to wave her wings, right?

Of course, as for whether Lan Yue thinks too much, it's none of Zhao Erlang's business, he just casually makes a song with the right keywords to relieve the embarrassing atmosphere.

Soon, Lan Yue's characteristic singing voice sounded, and the singing accompanied the rolling wheels along the official road built along the mountain. Flew past the foothills and hills.

......

In the afternoon, the convoy that had missed the official post station stopped at a village called Wujiazhuang.

The sudden arrival of a huge convoy. It seems that the local tyrant owner of Wujiazhuang was frightened, and she thought that her family had broken some law, which caused the officials and soldiers to come to clear it.

So the owner of the farmer who does not intend to sit still. Let all the men and women who can hold weapons go up to the wall and put on a posture of swearing to the death.

"Hmph. These bastards who don't know whether they are alive or dead, have changed my old man when he was young. I will slaughter him and leave him alone, and then build a personal head to deter Xiaoxiao!"

Song Twelve Zhangzhang put his hands on his sleeves, looking up at the wall that was almost three zhang high, and his face was full of murderous blood.

It's just that, to this extent, Song Twelvezhang, who was happily putting his mouth open, obviously didn't have any desire to slaughter the gods and destroy the Buddha.

That was what young people did, and Song Twelvezhang was now a peace-loving and kind elder.

"Yes, it's really not enough to kill the people, looking at this stubborn situation, the owner of this Zhuangzi has definitely done a lot of illegal things. Or...... Song Twelve, you should always be strong and strong, and make a move to let the big guy know what it means to be a tiger and not be powerful?"

Zhao Yan squatted next to Song Twelvezhang, but he was instigating.

"My old man has not been doing anything for decades, and his mother's governor of Jinhua Mansion doesn't care about this shit, why should my old man be cheap?"

The white-haired old fox is old and fine, and he pretends to be rude and doesn't fall for the little fox.

"Hey, in the long run, the country will not be a country, and the country will raise soldiers for three hundred years......"

Zhao Yan was heartbroken, and said that he really cared about the rise and fall of national affairs.

"Erlang, you can talk nonsense! My old man doesn't believe that you don't know the way, there is no real law-abiding Haoqiang in this world!"

The old fox expressed the strongest contempt for Zhao Yan.

"Song Twelvezhang, you are really wronged, but we have always felt that law-abiding good citizens must exist. ”

Zhao Yan shouted injustice.

"! Good people and strong people, can they be the same thing?"

The old fox blew his beard and glared at him, eager to break Zhao Yan's head, and instilled in it the well-known concept that the people of Dawn and the powerful family are two different things.

"Hey——, it's open, it's open, it's open!"

Zhao Yan looked in the direction of Zhuangmen, clapped his hands and said happily.

Zhao Yan was assigned to call Zhuangmen by the four bald gourd babies headed by Chang Kaishen, Zhao Yan wanted to train a powerful and civilized follower group that could be scary, capable of fighting, and capable of doing things, so he would squat here to see the results.

Otherwise, find a few gold bars for Zhao Yan, I'm afraid he is not willing to play with Song Twelvezhang, a white-haired old fox, and arguing with a girl is what a gentleman should do!

Moreover, whether it is more theoretical or foul-mouthed, Zhao Yan can't get the incomparably experienced Song Twelvezhang, this matter is ...... It hurts its self-esteem.

Under Zhao Yan's gaze, a group of people came out of the Wujiazhuang, and the first one was a woman with a good figure from a distance, and it seemed that her status in the Zhuangzi should not be low.

And the martial arts village led by the woman with a good figure quickly came to Zhao Yan's side with small steps.

When the woman got closer and closer, Zhao Yan, who was still a little expectant, suddenly lost the interest of continuing to wait and see, because the woman looked at her figure from a distance and was really good, but the midwife who seemed to be born did not catch it, so she directly turned her face towards the bitter hatred that fell to the ground. It's so much that people want to bow a tear of sympathy for her!

Maybe with someone else, the reaction might not have been so intense. But the women who have been around since the crossing, not to mention that they are all beautiful as fairies. But at least Zhao Yan, who can be called a beauty, really can't accept this huge visual impact.

"Song Twelvezhang, we seem to have suddenly felt a cold, so the matter of contact will get rid of your old man!

Since he didn't wait to see the comer, where would Zhao Yan still sit and wait for someone to approach, if he couldn't coax this ghost, he turned around and ran.

"Hey, hey, hey, you're Zhao Erlang! I've got it in my old man's house...... Okay, good, count you kid ruthless!"

The white-haired old fox couldn't react. was escaped by Zhao Yan, and he could only hate and shout a few words helplessly.

And this scene naturally fell completely in the eyes of the ugly-looking woman, and there was clearly resentment and resentment flashing in her eyes, but when Song Shizhang turned to face her again, she had already changed her expression to extremely humble.

"Wu Sihuan, the owner of Caomin Wujiazhuang, has seen the old nobleman of Song!"

Walking up to Song Twelvezhang, the ugly-faced woman made a long bow with the gesture of a warrior, clenching her fists.

"Yo. That's right, the master of Wuzhuang is also a national soldier?"

Song Shizhang looked up and down, and his eyes fell on the golden sword auspicious talisman that Wu Sihuan wore on his waist, which proved the identity of Taikang Guoshi.

"Yes. Eight years ago, Cao Min entered Beijing and passed the sub-national exam, and luckily got the status of a national scholar. ”

Wu Sihuan continued to answer respectfully.

"Since it's a national soldier. Then why not serve the king, but in this wild place? What about being this powerful village owner that even the officials and soldiers have to fear?Wu Zhuang master, you are not a very smart choice-"

Song Twelve Zhangs was obviously interested. That's all I have to say.

It's just that Song Twelvezhang's words came out that Wu Sihuan, who was originally quite calm, needed to hang his head to hide the extreme hatred in his eyes.

"Back to the words of the old nobleman of the Song Dynasty, it is not that the grass people are unwilling to serve the king, but that their father and brother died early, so they have to return to their hometowns to support the family business left by their father and brother. ”

Wu Sihuan hung her head and replied.

"I see, hey—it's really hard for you, but inheriting the family business is great, so it's not wrong for you to do it......"

Song Shizhang sighed a few words, and then said that he would spend the night in Wujiazhuang, and after asking Wu Sihuan to make it convenient, he sent Wu Sihuan away.

"Erlang, let people be a little more vigilant tonight. ”

After sending Wu Sihuan away, Song Twelve Zhangzhang found Zhao Yan, who was hiding back in the carriage, and listened to the little song Yuren singing the little song, and said this solemnly.

"What are you doing? Is there really a problem with the people of Wujiazhuang?"

Zhao Yan immediately got up and asked.

In fact, Zhao Yan ran away before, and the old Song Twelve Zhangs went to deal with the people of Wujiazhuang, not all because of the ugliness of the woman who came to negotiate with Wujiazhuang, but also some of the thoughts of borrowing Song Twelve Zhangs to do temptation.

It's a peaceful year now, and the Taikang Emperor's control over the country is quite strong, so even if there is really any vendetta against each other, it will not be stupid enough to do it in broad daylight.

But when the large convoy approached this Wujiazhuang, the Wujiazhuang immediately made a closed-door posture of breaking the net, and this fool could see that something was not normal.

This is a typical manifestation of being a thief.

"The ugly woman just now, is the owner of this Zhuangzi, she specially wore a golden knife auspicious charm out, according to herself, she was admitted eight years ago, in order to keep the family business left by her father and brother, she did not become an official, but what the actual situation is, I am afraid that only God knows the way......"

Song Twelvezhang told him what he had observed, 1510.

"In short, my old man just said one word, tonight Shangerlang, you have to let the night watchman be cautious. ”

In the end, after solemnly admonishing Zhao Yan again, Song Shizhang walked away.

Zhao Yan is not a fool who doesn't know the severity, since Song Shizhang said so, then in line with the concept of safety in case of fear, he called Chang Kaishen is good ear to mention.

Then Zhao Yan can put his mind at ease and go to preach the story of "The Legend of Double Dragons of the Tang Dynasty", which will be opened every day.

For the audience, the story of "The Legend of Double Dragons of the Tang Dynasty" is a treasure trove of attractive imagination, so it will be uncomfortable if you don't listen to it for a day.

But for Zhao Yan, telling the story of "The Legend of Double Dragons of the Tang Dynasty" can not only be used to achieve his ulterior purpose, but also to remember his life before traveling.

Zhao Yan does not regret the realization of this dream, but this does not prevent him from remembering the interconnected planet that can freely swim in the endless or text-only, or 2D or even 3D strange world with just a computer and a network cable.

Finally, Zhao Yan finished telling all the storylines that needed to be told in the plot outline of the day.

I don't know who started it, but the listeners who were fascinated shouted out the words of imploring Zhao Yan to tell some other stories.

This plea is very clever, because everyone knows that unless something like the previous Sanjiang Gang chasing and killing Zhao Yan is repeated, Zhao Yan will never talk more about "The Legend of Double Dragons of the Tang Dynasty", but other stories are another matter.

After all, in the past few days, Zhao Yan has already told the story of "A Chinese Ghost Story" and the Olympian gods, and it is not impossible to tell some other stories.

"Want to hear other stories?"

Then the blazing bonfire, Zhao Yan looked around at his loyal audience.

Hawkers,Open a side story full of malice every now and then.,Thank you loyal fans are also deserved.,Isn't it?

As soon as they heard Zhao Yan's inquiry, the listeners who felt that they could hear additional stories tonight immediately issued one affirmative answer after another.

"Since you all want to hear it...... Zhao Yan first dragged his voice to the elder, and then said loudly in the expectant eyes of everyone: "I'm sorry, a good story is not something you can come if you want to, it requires a lot of imagination to water, so you will be disappointed." ”

As soon as these words came out, the audience was filled with sighs of extreme disappointment.

"But if it's tomorrow, it's possible. ”

Zhao Yan said faintly.

So the sigh of disappointment soon turned into a cheer that resounded through the night......

Ha, it's not very difficult to mobilize other people's emotions.

Zhao Yan was secretly smug. (To be continued......)

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