As early as the beginning of the panic in Xinji City, a Mai scholar carrying a somewhat shabby and yellowed wooden and bamboo bookcase led an old brown and red horse with a foot on the slope and walked slowly along the post road.

I don't know if it was the exhaustion of the continuous journey or the air was too dry, or if it was about to reach the destination, the Mai reader stopped his pace, put the wooden bookcase on the ground, took out a bamboo tube that was only slightly cyan from it, and then sat on the bookcase, and the old horse next to him lowered his head and took two steps forward, approaching the Mai reader.

The Mai scholar unscrewed the bamboo tube that served as a kettle, raised his head and drank two sips, then stretched out his left hand and handed it to the old horse's mouth, poured water into his hand with the bamboo tube, and the old horse slowly lowered his head and lay on the Mai reader's hand to drink water.

If someone else sees this ordinary scene, it will be extremely amazing, because the bamboo kettle is not big, only two palms and more palms are the length of the palms, and the width is only a fist.

Finally, the old horse raised his head, and then shook his head slowly, although he still had no energy, but it was much better than the original decadence.

Seeing that the old horse was full of water, the Mai scholar also put away the bamboo kettle, and the water stains on his left hand were wiped on his clothes, and then turned his head to look at both sides of the road, as the main road of Xinjicheng's foreign exchanges, the post road is full of cars and horses coming and going on weekdays, and after a long time, weeds are becoming more and more scarce, but fortunately, the more you go out, the more lush the vegetation, and look at the past from afar, there are many trees.

The Mai scholar stood up and patted the old horse's cheek, and then rubbed the mane on the old horse's head vigorously, and said: "Old man, the next road is a little difficult to walk, I am unable to protect myself, if you follow most of the time, you will not survive, so you stay here, and I will pick you up when I finish my business?" ”

The old horse twisted his nose and snored, as if to express his dissatisfaction.

Mai is also very patient, gently patted the old horse's head, said and persuaded for a long time, the old horse lowered his head, and agreed.

The Mai scholar hugged the face of the old horse and blessed it for a while, don't go near the post road, don't go to the food of other farmers' homes, if you are really hungry, you can eat a few vegetable leaves.

After a set of tirades, the old horse, who was still reluctant, turned his head and walked towards the sparse pine woods in the same place after snoring, and did not look back, only the Mai scholar stayed in place and secretly felt sad, sighing for a long time.

The merchants who came and went were extremely speechless when they saw this scene, just as a stupid scholar who traveled to study and traveled and couldn't stand the loneliness and regarded the old horse as a person, as for the old horse at the foot of the slope, the merchants naturally looked down on it, and it was a waste of feed to raise, and it was estimated that only the local farmers would be greedy for one or two, and they were afraid that they would not have the courage to catch it home, after all, there was Ma Zheng in charge, and no one would make trouble for themselves.

Sending away the old horse that accompanied him day and night, the Mai scholar put the bookcase on his back and continued along the post road, the scholar walked very slowly, and soon the merchant of thirty or forty people had gone away, and the residents behind him became more and more scarce, at this time the scholar wiped the sweat from his forehead and then took a deep breath, and his left foot stepped back half a step, and in an instant there was no more Mai scholar on this wide post road.

On an empty and uninhabited side street in Xinji City, the Mai scholar suddenly appeared, as if he was on a post road, silently.

Although there is no one on the street, but the chaotic sound is still endless, now the city gate of the east and west of the city has been closed, it is said that the horse bandits have begun to besiege the city, and now even the north gate is about to close, those who are afraid of death have rushed to the main street, and now the north gate is already crowded with people. As for those who are not afraid of death or still have hope for Xinji City, they also poured at the gate of the City Lord's Mansion to demand the release of Lin Shaohua, after all, Lin Shaohua's entry into the City Lord's Mansion is above board, as the general of the Xinji City Protector Army, no one will believe that Lin Shaohua escaped from the battle, after all, before he entered the mansion, the horse bandits had not yet appeared, and the people of Xinji City were not all fools. So now Xinjicheng looks a little weird,

The Mai scholar walked forward, looking around at the shops along the street, trying to find a house, but he didn't see a house after walking most of the street. Mai was a little helpless, and finally gently rubbed his stomach, looked at the noodle restaurant nearby, and then looked at the end of the road.

can only sigh: "The sage said: You can't have both fish and bear's paws." I said that the belly and the war cannot coexist. ”

As if thinking of something, the Mai scholar grabbed the rope straps on both shoulders with both hands, and then bent his knees slightly and jumped hard, suddenly taking off into the air, and there were more than 100 zhang in a jump, and the panorama of Xinji City and everything outside the south gate were in full view.

At the same time, the storyteller who was standing on the south gate building and Wu Ming, who was squatting on the roof opposite the window of Chu Shishan River, both turned their heads to look at the tall scholar who appeared at some point.

"Little mountains and rivers." Chu Xinsu, who was lying on the table playing with the water cup, also suddenly straightened up and looked at Chu Shishanhe.

Chu Shi Shanhe, who was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, said: "This is the trouble of that guy in the Diyuan Palace, don't care about our business." ”

Chu Xin snorted coldly, Chu Shi Shanhe could only turn over, patted his cheeks with both hands and explained: "This is the territory of the human race, even if the Emperor Yuan Hall is above the hundred races, it doesn't mean that you can make trouble casually on the territory of the human race, forget what my half senior brother did on the Shifang Pavilion?" Although I don't know what the inside story is, it was also a slap in the face of the great worship of the Emperor Yuan Hall in public. Chu Shishanhe thought about it again and seemed to feel that what he said was inappropriate, and added: "I also lifted the table for him." ”

After speaking, Chu Shi Shanhe lay down again: "This is the Emperor Yuan Hall doing things on the territory of the human race, and it has nothing to do with us." Rest well, and when this guy settles things down, we'll get out of town. After speaking, Chu Shishanhe suddenly raised his hand to give himself a slap, but when the slap was about to fall, it suddenly slowed down and turned into a gentle stroke, and said to himself: "Sure enough, I have to look at the yellow calendar when I go out in the future." ”

"There's still time, there's still time." After landing on the ground, the Mai scholar walked into the noodle restaurant with a big smile: "What Mr. said 'the people take food as the sky' is indeed true." ”

The whole city fled, and the owner of the noodle restaurant was no exception, but this Mai scholar was not seen at all, and went through the messy front hall and small courtyard to the kitchen, and after a while of groping, he finally found the bottom of a jar where the shopkeeper's house did not scoop clean flour when he fled, not much but enough for a bowl of noodles.