Wang's great joy happened, the sixth day after the valley rain.

It is advisable to rule the road to paint, pray for blessings, and build nets.

In just a few days, the state has ushered in countless visitors, and now it has become a mixed bag.

The Wang clan joined forces with the Qin clan and issued a bounty in Bingzhou.

Anyone who provides clues to Zhao Wujiang's hiding place will be rewarded with one hundred taels of gold, so the clues will seize Zhao Wujiang and reward the opportunity to join the two clans, and they will be prosperous from then on.

In the streets and alleys of Bingzhou City, countless Zhao Wujiang's reward notices were posted, which painted Zhao Wujiang's appearance, marked his behavioral characteristics, and even wrote the appearance and characteristics of his companions.

No matter how big or small, the piles and piles are marked very clearly, and it is bound to find Zhao Wujiang's strong heart.

Except for one thing, that is, Zhao Wujiang's identity was not written.

The Wang family and the Qin family will not write about Zhao Wujiang's identity, because Zhao Wujiang is the Shangshu Order of Shangshu Province, and his official position is second-class, and he is an important official of the Tang Dynasty.

...

The clouds gather and the wind disperses on the sky, and time passes.

The Wang family and the Qin family's search personnel thought that it would be very difficult to find Zhao Wujiang, but they didn't expect that in the north of Bingzhou, in a city called Dongyang near Chang'an, someone provided clues to Zhao Wujiang's hiding in less than a cup of tea.

The people of the Wang clan and the Qin clan, who were close to Dongyang City, were ready to go and hurried away.

Noon.

And the state, Dongyang City, the sun is shining.

Outside the wine shop in the south of the city, dozens of Wang and Qin raiders have surrounded this small wine shop, their expressions are solemn, happy and nervous at the same time, according to reliable information, Zhao Wujiang is hiding in this inconspicuous wine shop.

The curtain of the liquor shop was lifted, and out of it came a head, a small old man, with messy hair, and the smell of wine flushing his emaciated cheeks.

His eyes were full of excitement, and he grinned:

"Ladies and gentlemen, that Zhao Wujiang is inside."

The crowd of the two tribes did not make a sound, but the leader beckoned and signaled for someone to be sent in to investigate.

A few clan youths with trembling and bitter faces reluctantly stepped into the wine shop, and the rest of the clansmen behind them looked nervous.

When they stepped into the restaurant, they saw a handsome young man standing proudly in the center of the hall.

Dressed in black like ink, with long hair scattered, he was holding a wine bottle, shaking his head, chanting poetry wantonly, surrounded by a group of young talents who were either wearing Confucian shirts or holding folding fans, all of whom were extraordinary.

"Er Cao's body and name are destroyed, and the rivers and rivers will not be wasted!"

The young man in the center of the hall recited a sentence aloud and pointed to the people of the clan who came to investigate, and the young talents around him applauded.

"Good poems, good poems, worthy of Brother Zhao!"

"What can we do to make such a poem?"

"If you want me to say, it's still those four Confucian words that give to readers, which really highlight Brother Zhao's talent through heaven and earth!"

「...」

The black-clothed young man in the center of the hall was full of wine, his black hair covered his eyes, he couldn't see his face clearly but added to his free and easy handsomeness, he waved his hand, shook his head and smiled:

"May my brothers, remember the four words, do great things, and don't let some roe deer people pollute your mind."

The onlookers all laughed and laughed, and they agreed very much, their eyes were sharp, and they kept sweeping the people of the clan who came to inquire.

The young man of the clan felt the gaze, felt uncomfortable, smiled, and withdrew from the wine shop.

Outside the liquor store.

"Uncle Clan, it's Zhao Wujiang, that's right."

They reported it to the clan elders in the lead.

"Do you really see that?"

"This... Looks like him! Fang just chanted a few poems, like him!

He scolded us, more like him!"

The people of the inquiring clan pondered it and kept adding.

"Take him." The leader muttered.

The people of the Wuyang clan poured into the wine shop.

"Ladies and gentlemen, wait."

The drunken old man who reported the news was out of the curtain.

The people of the clan did not look good.

"The promised hundred taels of gold..."

The drunkard old man rubbed his hands together and sneered all over his face.

"Give it to him, give it to him."

The leader of the clan was impatient, and someone behind him threw out a bulging cloth bag, making a sound of gold and iron clashing in the air.

The drunkard old man took it, turned the weight upside down, and his emaciated cheeks became more rosy, and he let go.

People from dozens of clans poured into the wine shop, the handsome young man in the center of the hall was still chanting poetry, and the young talents around him kept applauding.

"Take him!" The leader shouted angrily, this arrogant appearance is Zhao Wujiang's right.

There are a group of scholars in the wine shop, and in his eyes, they are all powerless, and as a clan elder, he will naturally not be polite.

Although Zhao Wujiang is strong, he was seriously injured by his ancestor, and he can come back to life from death, but it is absolutely impossible to heal, he is the leader of this trip, and he is also a great master cultivator, and he will not be afraid of Zhao Wujiang at the end of the strong crossbow.

"You dare?"

The young man in the center of the hall covered his eyes with black hair, and roared angrily:

"This is Dongyang City!"

"If I take you, the city lord's side, someone will go to confess!" The leading old man sneered, no longer talking nonsense, and the vast cultivation was scattered in all directions, like a strong wind sweeping the entire wine shop.

The strong man of the clan stopped the young talent who was watching, and the leading old man stepped out of the center of the hall, grabbed the neck of the young man in black, slowly lifted it, and said angrily:

"Zhao family child, you destroy my Wang clan's land and step on my Wang clan's face, you deserve to die of Ling Chi!"

The young man's throat was tightly choked, his feet kicked wildly, and his mouth was still full of wild laughter, and the young talents who were stopped around him scolded angrily, trying to break through the barrier.

"I haven't seen you for a few days, Zhao Wujiang, your cultivation is so weak, it is really as expected by the old ancestor, it is difficult to heal yourself!" The leading old man smiled grimly, and reached out to brush away the long hair that covered the eyes of the young man in black:

"With such a posture, you can only save face for yourself, but you can't save your life!"

The long hair was pulled away, and a handsome face appeared in the eyes of the old man of the Wang clan, his eyes opened angrily for a moment, looking handsome, yes, body shape, yes, but it was not Zhao Wujiang.

"You...." The clan elder was furious, and his hands slammed into force.

The young man in black had blood gushing out of his mouth, laughed hard, and squeezed out a few words:

"Grandpa, I'm Zhao... Borderless, how? You... The face is a little... Unsightly... Ha... Hahaha..."

A member of the Wang clan opened the curtain, broke into the wine shop, and exclaimed:

"Uncle Clan, there are soldiers with pure gold crossbows coming from outside, and there are several strong people accompanying you!"

The old man of the clan leader suddenly changed his complexion, his hands trembled, and he let go of the black-clothed young man in front of him.

The young man in black fell to the ground, coughed violently, and then laughed wildly:

"My father, you are the city lord of Dongyang City, just now my friends have seen that you are in Dongyang City, vainly trying to murder the son of the city lord!

Here he is Dongyang, the Dongyang of Bingzhou, the Dongyang of Hedong Road, and the Dongyang of Datang!"

"It's you, who pretended to be Zhao Wujiang first, who doesn't know about Zhao Wujiang in the past few days, Zhao Wujiang has an enmity with us? Even if the city lord comes, we have a reason!"

The old man of the Wang clan was angry, and his breath continued to overflow, and he wanted to use his qi to oppress the group of scholars in front of him.

The young man in black wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and sneered:

"Dongyang City, no one knows, my name is Zhao Wujiang! How can it be considered impersonation?"

The clash of armor gets closer.

"Dongyang City Lord's surname is Yuan!" The old man's eyelids jumped, and when the armor was close, they would be trapped in Dongyang City, and they would no longer be able to go out to search, so in the vicinity of Dongyang City, the clan was understaffed, and even if they really met the real Zhao Wujiang, they would not be able to stop it.

"Does that conflict with my name Zhao Wujiang?" The young man in black laughed loudly:

「

Ben Shao, this morning, I just changed my name!"

"Yes, we can all testify!"

The young talents also laughed along.

"Not only is Yuan Shao's name Zhao Wujiang, but my name is Zhao Wujiang!"

"Hey, it's a coincidence, Brother Chen, your name is also Zhao Wujiang?"

"yes, it just changed."

"I'll also change one, eh, in the future, I will be a Zhang person, and I will also be a Tang poet!"

"Haha..."