"Seniors, where are you going on this trip?" Gu Zize asked curiously while following the footsteps of the old blind man.

"Go to Ningzhou, you don't have to rush to this Xiaoxiang City, let's walk here today, and it's also a great pleasure to see the local customs."

The old blind man wants the little mute to see more of the world, the little mute will have a long time in the future, and it is good to walk slowly.

"Then let's leave it at that, I'm going to go all the way north to Shanhaiguan, where the people are displaced, and the world says that useless is a scholar. I'd rather be a centurion than a scholar. But the book culture that has been handed down in the long river of time still needs to be passed on by some scholars, and I went to teach children to read and write, which can be regarded as being able to do something for the common people in the world. The scholar looked to the north and said.

"Good!" The old blind man is a rare compliment. The three of them parted ways, and they don't know how long it would be after they met in the future.

After the master and apprentice said goodbye to the scholar at the city gate, they entered Xiaoxiang City, and the little dumb man looked at the city wall that was more than five zhang high and two zhang thick, and thought that it was worthy of being a big city, and the city wall was already so magnificent, and there was this city wall to block the male master 100,000, right?

The street was wide enough for three carriages to ride side by side, and the ground was not a dirt road familiar to the mute, but paved with bluestone slabs, and the sound of horses' hooves stepping on it added to the bustle of the street.

On both sides of the street, there are all kinds of people, businessmen, hurryers, sojourners, all kinds of people. The little mute had never seen such a lively scene, and followed closely behind the old blind man, looking from place to place.

It was already noon, and the master and apprentice found a noodle stall and ordered two Yangchun noodles.

The boss was very old, but his hands and feet were still nimble, and in a short time, two bowls of steaming noodles were served on the small wooden table.

At noon in the beginning of summer, there are only two masters and apprentices in the noodle stall, and the old man is wiping his sweat with a coarse cloth while chatting with the master and apprentice: "Your grandfather and grandson are not from us, I see that you don't put my homemade chili sauce when you eat noodles." ”

"Yes, we came from the north a little bit, and when we passed by here, we wanted my grandson to come to this Xiaoxiang City to have a look, so that I could see it for a long time." The old blind man did not explain, but replied according to the old man's words.

"That's a good dare, although our Xiaoxiang City is not as famous as the world, but in these states, it is also a famous city, you must try our stinky tofu here, the taste is a must" The old man talked about this, his face fluttered, and he was proud.

Thinking that although he is not a dignitary, he is also a native of Xiaoxiang City, and he is also well aware of the local traditional culture and food.

"Well, I'll definitely try this stinky tofu later, I've heard of this delicacy for a long time, and now the queen mother in this palace is also full of praise for it, and she also gave it the name Qingfang." The old blind man also had some understanding of the enthusiastic introduction of the old man at the noodle stall, and he had already gotten up and was ready to leave.

"Brother, your Yangchun noodles taste really good, next time I have the opportunity to come to you to taste it, don't increase the price when the time comes!"

"Then how can you do these things, don't say anything else, I have been setting up a stall here for more than 40 years, but I have never raised a copper plate, a bowl of four papers, and Tong Su is not bullied! It's just that you shouldn't be able to eat the noodles I cooked in the future, the granddaughter of the family is going to study this year, and the girl's aunt is going to let me go back to my hometown in the countryside and take my granddaughter with me. But don't worry, our noodle stall will still be here in the future, my uncle can learn all my skills, people are not alone, the taste should still taste. The old man talked about the filial piety of the girl's aunt, and his face was full of happy smiles.

"Okay, let's leave it at that, brother!"

"Say goodbye!" The two old men met and said goodbye. The little mute only felt that the encounter between heaven and earth was like this, how good it would be, and the difference between heaven and earth was not like this, and it would be better if there was no follow-up.

"Let's have a bowl of Yangchun noodles!" "Howler!" The old man over there is busy again.

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Yongzhou, the head of Yumen City.

"General Xiao, what should we do with that group of demon clan assassins last night?" A large man in black armor knelt down on one knee, clasped his hands into fists, and reported to the man in black at the wall.

"Slash!" The man in black didn't look back, just looked at the army of millions of demon clans and the yellow sand outside the city wall, blocked outside the city wall in this boundless desert, his words were plain but the aura of murder was soaring.

"Yes!" Dahan took the order and trotted all the way.

The person at the head of the wall is Xiao Zhe, who is known as the god of the Great Xia Army, who enlisted in the army at the age of sixteen, joined the army for more than 20 years, and guarded the Yumen Pass, and the people all over the world know that as long as Xiao Ziqi does not fall, the demon clan will never be able to set foot on the Central Plains.

General Xiao is not only good at the art of war, commanding millions of heroes to be like digging for things, but also a rare strong person in the world who stops water.

Over the years, the demon clan has sent countless assassins to assassinate to no avail, Yumen City is like a river, blocking the territory of the human race and the demon clan, and General Xiao is the largest and hardest stone in this river, if you don't kill him, the demon clan will not be able to break through this city for a day.

"You, are you really as Mr. said back then, a scholar has to learn the art of war, trapping himself in the past twenty years, he is the most comfortable in the world, but now he is the most uncomfortable, is it really worth it?" A ranger with a sword at his waist laughed and scolded while raising a wine gourd to drink.

"Don't talk about me, why did you, who is known as a poet immortal in the world, give up your happy life and come to my side to blow the wind and eat sand? Ask for your own hardship! General Xiao also replied unceremoniously.

"Who called Lao Tzu your senior brother, now that the master is gone, Lao Tzu is not allowed to come to see you." Wang Zihao didn't have the demeanor of a poet and immortal, so he poured another sip of wine and said: "It's a pity, I can't help you much, it's not bad to help you share some military rations every day." ”

"But they're all here, let's go down and reason with them first!" Wang Zihao jumped lightly, jumped off the city, landed at the gate of the city lightly, drew the sword at his waist, and pointed at the demon clan in front of him.

Seeing this, a drunken ghost came to send him to death, so hundreds of people rushed up, scrambling to grab fresh human flesh and relieve their appetite.

Wang Zihao held the sword in his backhand, didn't look at the demon soldiers who rushed up at great speed, and slowly raised his head and took a sip of wine.

"You don't see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns!" Wang Zihao sang while lazily slashing out a sword, as if he couldn't even hold the sword and flew out quickly.

But the thick cyan sword qi rushed towards the demon group with a mighty momentum, and as soon as the sword went down, the hundred demons were all stopped and broken, and the sword qi was so fast that they didn't let out a trace of screaming, and they could only see the yellow sand under their feet gradually turning red.

"You don't see, Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk." Another sword went down, and then hundreds of demon clans, some monsters have already retreated.

"Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon." With another sword forward, the formation of the demon clan has been disrupted, and the demon clan has retreated more than once.

"I am born to be useful, and I will come back when my daughter is gone." The last sword, the yellow sand rolled up all over the sky, covering the sky and the sun.

As everyone knows, among the people who cultivate the Tao, the scholar is the most vigorous, and among the scholars in the world, the poet and immortal Prince Hao are the most vigorous.

Wu Ping once wrote: "The qi divides the world, and Wang Zihao has seven points." The momentum is mighty and unstoppable. ”

"What, are these truths that Lao Tzu said hard?" Wang Zihao's sword index is 100,000 demon army.

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