Yuyao County has two cities in one county, with the Yao River as the boundary in the middle, and there are two cities in the south and one in the north. Climb the Longquan Mountain in the north city and look south, you can see a river of smoke and water, the city walls on both sides, the Hongqiao lying on the river, the pink wall and tiles in the city, the scene is charming.

Beicheng is where the county office is located, with Longquan Mountain and Chenghuang Temple, and is the cultural and political center of Yuyao County. Because there are school palaces and granaries in Nancheng, the terrain is flat, the straight streets run through the north and south, and there is the Yaojiang Academy located in the Shengjiao Garden in Nancheng, and about seventy percent of the scholars live in Nancheng instead.

Longquan Temple is located at the southern foot of Longquan Mountain in the north city of Yuyao County, sits in the north and faces south, backs Longquan Mountain, faces the Yao River, because it is the former residence of the great Confucian Wang Yangming, and because Wang Yangming lectures on Longquan Mountain, it is very famous.

Longquan Temple was built in the Eastern Jin Dynasty and destroyed in the Southern Song Dynasty. Song Gaozong Zhao Gou evaded the tracking of the Jin soldiers, passed through Yuyao, and gave gold to rebuild Longquan Temple. After being destroyed and rebuilt, it is the most famous Buddhist resort in Yuyao County.

It is the twilight of spring, the mountains are covered with green trees, the light and shadow are mottled, and the peach blossoms are blooming in pieces, and the dark fragrance floats, refreshing people's hearts.

Got rid of the glitz and hustle and bustle, returned to the green mountains and green waters of ancient times, accompanied by the chirping of birds, which lifted Wang Heyao's spirit.

Being in a natural place without pollution is a bit of a luxury.

Halfway up the mountain, I saw Wang Heyao appear, and several young faces flashed from the hidden places in the woods, four men and one woman, the young ones were enviable.

Wang Heyao secretly laughed, a little fluttering.

Aren't you just like that!

Several people are young, and the only thing that makes Wang Heyao uncomfortable is that everyone has a big bald head and a small braid on the back of his head, and he is not an artist, nor is he deliberately cool, which is really awkward.

"Heyao, you're here!"

Zheng Siming, who was rich and handsome, was dressed in light-colored cloth and did not wear filial piety clothes, so he greeted him first.

"Siming, you've all arrived."

Wang Heyao took a few steps forward and greeted Zheng Siming and others.

Being with these teenagers made him go back to his high school days in a trance, in his prime, and his youth was unlimited.

He glanced at Zheng Siming a few times, this person was personable, but he was too hard, and it was a pity not to be a soldier.

"Heyao, what do you have in mind, hurry up and say it! Don't delay your efforts! ”

The tall boy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, with a thin body was the first to speak, and the cheekbones on his face were slightly protruding, showing his stubborn side, and there were a few blue patches on his gray clothes, which was eye-catching.

Zheng Siming frowned slightly, looked at the patch boy, but did not speak.

"Hurry up! Hurry out of town when you're done! ”

The impatience on Sun Jiachun's face disappeared a little, and he still said a word.

It can be seen that he doesn't seem to be happy to come to Longquan Mountain. Or rather, he doesn't like to come to the county seat.

"You're an impatient!"

Wang Heyao couldn't call the young man's name for a while, and his eyes involuntarily turned to Zheng Ning for help.

"Brother Jiachun, don't be in a hurry, listen to Brother He Yao slowly."

Zheng Ning hurriedly persuaded Sun Jiachun as well.

Sun Jiachun!

Wang Heyao nodded secretly. It turned out that this was the grumpy Sun Jiachun. Listening to Zheng Ning, his late grandfather Sun Jiaji, who was an anti-Qing warrior in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties, is now in the middle of the family, his father died of illness a few years ago, and his younger brother and mother depend on each other.

"Jiachun, be patient, listen to Heyao!"

The round-faced fair-skinned, chubby tall young man said in a calm tone, sweating on his forehead, and his brows furrowed slightly.

Looking at his dress, it is also coarse cloth clothes, but there are no patches, and it is much neater and cleaner.

Another handsome, even somewhat delicate young man, was silent, just looking at Wang Heyao.

This young man was very handsome, with black eyebrows, black eyes, a small face, red lips and white teeth, and although the clothes on his body were not satin, they were delicate in texture, and they were obviously of fine fabric. He didn't smear grease, didn't snort, and didn't pester the masculine Zheng Siming and Sun Jiachun, so he shouldn't be a sissy.

Wang Heyao secretly despised his appearance.

"This is not the place to talk, let's find a place."

Wang and Yao looked around, and several people walked together into the depths of the woods.

He came here to prevent these teenagers from taking risks and losing their lives in vain.

"Guohao, you and Xiao Ning are outside, let's discuss it."

Zheng Siming solemnly admonished the chubby boy and Zheng Ning, the boy nodded, patted Wang Heyao on the shoulder, and walked away with Zheng Ning.

"Heyao, tell me, what do you have in mind?"

As soon as Zhao Guohao and Zheng Ning left, Sun Jiachun couldn't wait to ask.

Zheng Siming looked at Sun Jiachun and didn't say anything.

Among the teenagers, he and Sun Jiachun were pioneers, and the others were followers. Li Xingzhong has a lot of ideas, and Zhao Guohao is a man of action, and he does the things he explains solidly.

As for Wang Heyao, it is dispensable, and it is no wonder that Sun Jiachun disagrees.

"Brothers, I have an idea, I don't know what you think?"

Wang Heyao looked around, lowered his voice, and came one by one.

Halfway up the mountain, Zhao Guohao and Zheng Ning squatted in the grass and looked around the hillside, except for a few people who didn't know whether they were mountain people or tourists, the four fields were silent, only the sound of wooden fish and chanting in Longquan Temple at the foot of the mountain kept coming.

"Brother Guohao, you said that these monks chant scriptures every day, can the world be peaceful?"

Zheng Ning glanced at Wang and Yao, who were talking to each other in the depths of the woods, and frowned slightly.

"When everyone is killed, the world will naturally be peaceful."

Zhao Guohao said softly, with some sadness in his words.

The change of Jiashen, the Qing army entered the customs, and Sun Jiachun's grandfather Sun Jiaji was the first to raise the banner of anti-Qing righteousness in eastern Zhejiang, which was in line with the people's hearts. Together with Xiong Rulin of the same county, he managed the army, which received a wide response and formed a huge anti-Qing team. Zhao Guohao's family followed Sun's anti-Qing dynasty and was born and died, but because of this, the family was ruined, so that the Zhao family only had Zhao Guohao, an infant male, a little bit of Zhao's orphanage.

Zhao Guohao, Sun Jiachun and Zheng Siming, brothers and sisters, are all like-minded after resisting the Qing Dynasty, and they are naturally friends who talk about everything.

As for Li Xingzhong, it should be a small group that he and Zheng Siming can play with and join.

Zheng Ning nodded and did not speak. National hatred and family hatred, she is young, and she has too much on her shoulders.

Suddenly, the sound of "oops" sounded behind them, both of them were startled, and when they looked back, it turned out that Sun Jiachun had fallen to the ground, and Li Xingzhong was helping Sun Jiachun, who was frowning sadly.

Both of them were surprised, not knowing what was happening. Immediately afterwards, Sun Jiachun and Wang Heyao scuffled together, and Sun Jiachun was knocked down again and didn't get up for a long time.

"Brother Guohao, why did Brother Jiachun fight with Brother Yao?"

Zheng Ning asked worriedly, wanting to go over, but was stopped by Zhao Guohao.

"Let's see!"

Sure enough, Wang Heyao and Zheng Siming stepped forward together and helped Sun Jiachun up, Wang Heyao helped Sun Jiachun pat the dust on his clothes, and several people talked and laughed, as if nothing had happened.

It turned out to be a false alarm.

"Xiao Ning, have you noticed that He Yao seems to have changed a lot?"

The two retracted their gazes, and Zhao Guohao suddenly spoke, breaking the silence.

"I also think it's a little weird. In the past, Brother Yao was timid and afraid of things, and he didn't dare to go to fights and killings. This time, he took the initiative to ask for help, which is weird. ”

Zheng Ning was relieved, obviously agreeing with Zhao Guohao's opinion.

"That's not all!"

Zhao Guohao shook his head and glanced back, Zheng Siming and the others muttered, arguing loudly from time to time.

"Didn't you notice? He Yao speaks, and his demeanor is very different from before, like a different person. You see, even Sun Jiachun can't beat him. ”

Zheng Ning's face turned red, his eldest brother had also practiced martial arts, and he was not Wang Heyao's opponent.

"Originally, I was a little worried, but now I'm not afraid at all."

Zhao Guohao said softly, thoughtfully.

Zheng Ning nodded ignorantly.

From the time she went to visit Wang Heyao, she felt that Wang Heyao was like the two before, and she didn't know whether it was good or bad.

"Brother Guohao, you say, will we be caught by the government? I have heard that the Tartar government kills people and cuts them with thousands of knives. ”

Zheng Ning asked in a low voice.

"Don't worry! With your big brother and us, we won't let you have anything to do! ”

Zhao Guohao persuaded Zheng Ning softly.

He was instilled with loyalty, filial piety, benevolence and righteousness by his parents since he was a child, and naturally he had no good impression of the Qing court. But when it comes to rebelling and killing heads, he hasn't thought about it carefully.

As for whether they are afraid, the young people of Yuyao all regard Wang Yangming and Zhang Huangyan as idols, and Zhao Guohao is young, not afraid of heaven and earth, and dreams of becoming benevolent, so he is naturally fearless.

"Guohao, Xiao Ning, come here!"

Zheng Siming shouted from afar.

It seems that their affairs have been discussed.

"Xiao Ning, you and He Yao go to Nancheng, and you just listen to him for everything."

Zheng Siming looked at his sister, then at Wang Heyao, and left a sentence.

"Steady, don't be afraid!"

Sun Jiachun patted Wang Heyao on the shoulder for encouragement.

"Heyao, be careful!"

"Heyao, it's really not good, don't be brutal, there will be opportunities in the future!"

Li Xingzhong and Zhao Guohao told them one by one, followed behind Zheng Siming, who did not look back, and left one after the other.

Wang Heyao shook his head slightly. He didn't win the trust of the teenagers, whether he could win it or not depends on himself and God.

"Xiao Ning, you go first and wait for me at Qingyun Tower on Nancheng West Street. Remember, try to avoid people and don't talk to them. ”

Seeing the figures of Zheng Siming and others disappearing, Wang Heyao told Zheng Ning on the side.

"Brother Yao, why don't we go together?"

Zheng Ning was still a little ignorant. After all, she was only a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl.

"Xiao Ning, this is for our safety. Listen to me, it's for everyone's good. ”

Wang Heyao's tone was gentle, but there was no doubt.

Never underestimate the IQ of the ancients.

At night, they are going to rebel, both of them are the protagonists, and avoiding suspicion is the best policy.

"Brother Yao, I listen to you!"

Zheng Ning nodded and pulled his legs away.

has his own family affairs, but he wants Wang Heyao to risk his life, and there is no reason not to trust others.

Seeing Zheng Ning's thin back disappear at the foot of the mountain, Wang Heyao shook his head helplessly.

It is too cruel to let a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl do this murderous and arsonous act.

As Zheng Siming said, this is the fate of the Zheng family. Zheng Siming was his friend, and he had to help with this.