Yongzhou Xiluo City.

The few trees in the street seemed to be sick, hanging with ashes, wilting and curling on the branches, lazy, and unwilling to move even if the slightest wind blew.

Occasionally, a merchant or a ranger would pass by on horseback, and kick up a cloud of dust into the sky, sucking up the heat of the sun, burning the cheeks of pedestrians like some vicious soldering iron.

Everywhere hot, everywhere scorching, everywhere irritable.

The walls are enclosed, and if it rains and there is a bit of moisture, it is a steamer, which makes people breathless. If there is no rain, it will be a red-baked iron plate, and even if you are wearing shoes, you will have to dance on tiptoe.

The dog hid in the shade of one of the few trees, spitting out a red tongue; The wild cat also had to sneak into the house and lick two mouthfuls of water to drink while the owner's house was unprepared.

Even though they knew that if they didn't solicit customers for a day, they might not be able to eat for a day, and the vendors did not dare to shout, so they either hid under the erected sheds to rest, or they left their stalls alone, squatting by the few wells and greedily sucking a few mouthfuls of cool water.

Occasionally, someone is unlucky, after walking on the road for a long time, until his lips are dry and he staggers, he may have suffered from heat stroke and fell to the ground. The luckier ones are just a little bit of skin, and they won't be brain-opening, but if they are unlucky and unlucky, they won't be able to get up again.

"Ugh."

Master Zhao, whose hair was already gray, took a piece of lard and just put it in a bowl, and it didn't take long for the lard to melt, looking at the lard, he couldn't help sighing.

Laifu Hotel is not only in this small Xiluo City, even in the entire Yongzhou, it also has a lot of fame, after all, the chef of this hotel, Master Zhao, he cooks, hey, a few years ago, only those royal relatives in the capital could eat. This is Xiluo City, the dignitaries and dignitaries of Yongzhou, don't they all have good mouths?

"What's wrong? Master? Is it too hot today? Why don't I go to the ice cellar and get you some ice? ”

The young apprentice on the side asked.

"It's obvious that you stinky boy want to get some ice cubes to relieve the heat, why do you have to get involved with Lao Tzu? How can a cook be afraid of heat? Master Zhao scolded with a smile, and sighed again after speaking, "Why did I accept such a slippery head from you."

The old man always likes to put his children together and talk about that. It's the same for a master and a little apprentice.

"I miss your senior brother, his temperament is much calmer than yours, he is diligent in his work, he is never lazy, and his cooking skills are also excellent, hey, give him ten more years, he can inherit my mantle and enter the palace as a royal chef."

The little apprentice naturally doesn't want to be said, who can stand "someone else's child"?

"I haven't seen any senior brothers, anyway, the skills of the second senior brother and the third senior brother are far worse than yours." The little apprentice pursed his mouth, "You always talk about senior brother and senior brother, and you don't know where they are now?" ”

Master Zhao patted the little apprentice's head, sighed and said, "Somehow, he suddenly became stubborn, like a cow, and just didn't listen to me. It's not that he doesn't cook anymore and doesn't want to be a cook, he says that he wants to learn martial arts and go to the rivers and lakes by himself. Alas, he never came back. ”

The little apprentice became interested and asked, "Did the senior brother create any fame later?" Have I ever heard of him? ”

Master Zhao smiled, poured the bowl of lard into the hot pot, and said, "I haven't heard anyone say his name." Hum! Who knows how that stinky boy is doing now, it's my business. ”

Looking at Master Zhao's indifferent look, the little apprentice pursed his mouth and muttered, "It's hard to say where the senior brother died......

"Ouch!"

I saw Master Zhao blowing his beard and glaring, his hair was angry, and he slapped the back of the little apprentice's head again, and said, "You kid, can you think of something good for your senior brother?" Break your mouth every day, and curse this and that......"

The little apprentice hugged his head and begged for mercy, hurriedly shifted his gaze, pointed to the pot and said, "Master, stop fighting, the oil is ready." ”

Master Zhao hurriedly looked at the pot, and after confirming that it was okay, he turned around and glared at the little apprentice, and said, "You kid is very ghostly!" ”

The little apprentice was ghostly, holding his head and running out of the kitchen.

"Huh? Is there anything I can do to help you, this guest officer? ”

The little apprentice just came out of the kitchen and closed the door to prevent Master Zhao from chasing him out, but he saw a person standing outside the kitchen door.

This person is dressed in black, with a sword hanging from his left waist, his face is like a knife, his forehead bone is wide and angular, and his sword eyebrows are raised.

The little apprentice noticed a long, faint mark on the left cheek of the guest officer.

I guess I was hung up by something, looking at the appearance of this guest officer, he should also be a person in the rivers and lakes, right?

The little apprentice muttered in his heart, but saw that the man in black smiled slightly, and said: "Little brother, I am a little anxious, but I can't find your latrine, and I still have to show you the way." ”

The little apprentice didn't take it seriously, after all, this Laifu restaurant is still a little big, and there are always one or two fools who get lost every day, so he pointed the way.

The man in black thanked him and walked towards the latrine.

Looking at the back of the man in black leaving, the little apprentice looked at it a few more times, until he disappeared around the corner, and then withdrew his gaze.

Perhaps, the little apprentice left the chic figure of the sword hanging from his waist in his heart.

The man in black was none other than Wang Su, and he could naturally feel the envious gaze of the little apprentice.

He sighed faintly and thought: Whether it is this little brother, or Zhao Xun, or myself, why bother to want to enter this river and lake?

Before entering the rivers and lakes, you can only see the wanton enmity and enmity of the rivers and lakes, and the chic and graceful, and only when you enter the rivers and lakes can you notice the turbulence under the rippling lake......

People are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves.

Wang Su greeted the embroidery division of Xiluo City before coming, this trip is just a verification, and in the next period of time, the embroidery division here will pay more attention.

In fact, it doesn't have to be like this, after the last meeting with the old god stick, Wang Su was eight or nine points sure that those people would not be involved in Zhao Xun's family, but in order to prevent that Yicheng, he still came to visit in person, investigated, and took Deng Qing's letter to negotiate with the embroidery department here, and then he was relieved.

He went to the latrine and went up to the second floor of the Rifle Restaurant to deal with the delicious meal.

Just as Wang Su was eating, suddenly, there was a noisy suona sound from the street.

Wang Su heard the sound and looked towards the street downstairs.

The streets were silent and there were few people, but there were scattered vendors and pedestrians who didn't see a single pedestrian for half a day. But at this time, there were suddenly a lot more people. If you look closely, it turned out to be a funeral procession.

The first one carried a basket and sprinkled white paper flowers, followed by a suona player, followed by a sturdy man carrying a coffin and a relative wiping his tears.

The funeral procession was not long, but only one or twenty people.

"Is it the daughter of the old Sun family?"

"Yes, look at the tears that wipe, isn't it the old granddaughter-in-law?"

"Alas, this old grandson is not easy, he has suffered for most of his life, and he finally saved up some family business, and he went to the temple with so much incense to have such a daughter...... It's a pity, it's a pity......"

Wang Su glanced at the two people who spoke, they were two middle-aged men in long coats and beards, who looked like the shopkeepers of that kind of shop.

Seeing that the two seemed to know, Wang Su was eating with vegetables in his hand, looking at the funeral procession on the street, and eavesdropping on the conversation between the two with his ears pricked up.

Oh, the most practiced in the embroidery division is also the ability to have ears on this wall......

Wang Su laughed at himself.

"Isn't it? Lao Sun doesn't know if it's bad luck, but he can be regarded as having fallen into blood mold. ”

"Oh? Does my brother know the details? Little brother, I'm just hearsay, and what I know is just some rumors, and I ask my brother to teach me. ”

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say, it's just some old grandson's bad things. Don't you also know that Lao Sun's daughter went to the temple to ask the Bodhisattva. ”

"Yes, I heard that the old granddaughter-in-law has never been able to conceive, this girl is an old woman, and the old grandson can be pampered very tightly on weekdays. Lao Sun is such a good-natured person, he is not annoyed when he meets a scoundrel who is spoofing and laughing. It's just such a person, you want that his daughter to make a raft to joke, but he designates to blow his beard and stare at you. ”

"yes. It is precisely because such a girl is finally asked by the old grandson, he not only treasures his daughter, but also remembers the good of those Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in his heart, and leads his daughter to the temple to make incense and make vows on the first and fifteenth days of each month. ”

In the temple? Wang Su thought for a while, and remembered that these two people should be talking about the Luyang Temple on the mountain west of Xiluo City. Judging from the archives reviewed by the Embroidery Division, it was built during the reign of the first emperor, and it was a small temple, but in the territory of Xiluo City, the incense was still vigorous.

The weather was a little hot, Wang Su didn't bother to mobilize his true qi to relieve his heat, grabbed a white porcelain bowl, the translucent ice cubes hit the wall of the bowl, and the sour plum soup was black and red, making a pleasant ding sound, and drank it in one gulp, sweet and sour, cold and cold.

The two chatted happily and didn't notice Wang Su.

"Did you go to the temple to make a wish?"

"Yes." Speaking with a dry mouth, the man swallowed his saliva, loosened his neckline slightly, and immediately understood the person sitting there, and poured him a cup of herbal tea.

After the man drank the herbal tea, he continued: "Do you know that we have those martial arts sects in Yongzhou?" ”

"Heh, brother, you look down on me. I'm also a runner in various places, and I still know about one pavilion, one faction, two sects and three sects in Yongzhou. This pavilion faction is the two strongest martial arts sects in Yongzhou, this 'one pavilion' refers to the Tianwu Pavilion in Taiyuan City, and the 'one faction' is the Hengshan Qixuan Sword faction. As for the two sects and three sects, they are the Mei Sect, the Xuanming Sect, the White Deer Academy, the Qingshan Temple and the Xiaoxia Temple. ”

"That's a good point. The rest of the sects are just that, this so-called 'One Pavilion' Tianwu Pavilion is now growing stronger and stronger, and the disciples are arrogant and domineering, and they don't take the government and the court in their eyes at all......"

Tianwu Pavilion?

Hearing this familiar name, Wang Su stopped his chopsticks and squinted his eyes.