He An and Fan Dazhi found a medical clinic and bandaged the wound, but fortunately, the wound was not big, and the bleeding stopped in time, except for some pain, there was no major problem.

The two of them found a random cloth shop, spent a few big bucks, pulled a few feet of cloth, and asked the store to make two sets of clothes.

In the afternoon of going out, I inexplicably met a group of unreasonable guys, and inexplicably got into a fight, and then I was inexplicably injured, and spent a lot of money in vain, and He An's mood was inexplicably not good.

Fan Dazhi stroked his injured shoulder: "Alas...... If you knew this, you might as well listen to me, let's go directly to have a good meal, and we won't meet those mad dogs...... They hit when they come up, and they are really ruthless! ”

He palpitated and said: "It's strange to say, every time we spend money, we always fight with people, last time it was a beautiful little pepper, this time it becomes a vicious little white face, and every time you are injured." Xiao An...... Could it be that you ordered Rickkin, it seems that I will spend money in the future, or I will come alone! ”

He An smiled, shook his head again, and said: "It's different, the girl named Chanjuan last time hurt me unintentionally, but this time I met someone with a flying sword but wanted my life." My uncle once said that a warrior cannot bully the weak, let alone oppress the good, and in this situation, and he still wants your life, he must not be soft......"

Fan Dazhi slapped his thigh hard and exclaimed: "Uncle, I like this, it's so right!" He continued to say with a gloomy face: "It's a pity that I can't fight, I've been scared when I see a fight since I was a child, otherwise, I will definitely help you beat them hard!"

Several people carried Cui Mengshu back to Cui's mansion, and the old housekeeper who opened the door in Cui's mansion was shocked, and then the entire Cui Mansion began to jump, and Cui Li, the household servant, was furious and smashed a celestial blue glazed four-season bottle that he loved very much.

Lang Zhong, the most famous in the capital, was soon invited into Cui's mansion, and the result of the diagnosis made Cui Lishen go straight away, the baby son's sternum was shattered, and his ribs were broken in six places, and he needed to stay in bed for a long time, and it would take at least three months if he recovered.

Cui Li's angry hair stood upside down, trembling all over, and pacing anxiously in the living room, and the maids and servants of Cui's Mansion were so frightened that they didn't dare to breathe. He roared and called the head of the Cui family's guard: "Check!" Check it out for me, who ate the bear's heart leopard gall and injured the book, and will not be spared! ”

The geese fly south, the wind blows the leaves, and the dead leaves under the ginkgo tree in the Zhixing Courtyard dance and fly in the morning breeze, like fluttering yellow butterflies. There are still two days to go, and the students who have passed the assessment will be admitted to Zhixing Academy.

Fang Yizhi got up very early, first practiced boxing under the ginkgo tree, when the sun rose, he went to the dining room for breakfast, and returned to the residence to sort out his thoughts on reading and writing last night.

He bought some good Shenzhou Cheyun Mountain Maojian on the street, and went to Dingding Prime Minister's Mansion to meet Ding Feiyong, the secretary of Honglu Temple.

Ding Feiyong is the youngest son of Prime Minister Ding Fengyuan, both civil and military, the eldest son died on the battlefield during the uprising, after Ding Fengyuan became the prime minister, in order to avoid suspicion, Ding Feiyong was not allowed to enter the court, but let him enter the Zhixing Academy as a teacher. When Fang Yizhi first entered Zhixing Academy, because of his hard work, he was deeply loved by Ding Feiyong, and gave him a lot of help in life and studies, and Fang Yizhi also deeply respected this teacher.

Later, Ding Feiyong was unwilling to be a teacher in Zhixing Academy for the rest of his life, and begged his father to let him enter the imperial court to serve the country. After Ding Feiyong left the Zhixing Academy, Fang Yizhi often visited the former mentor in the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Fang Yizhi followed the housekeeper through the corridor of the Prime Minister's Mansion and soon saw Ding Feiyong. The son of the prime minister of the dynasty was tending to the land in his nursery, he was in his forties, he was born with big ears, a beard like thick ink under his chin, a ruddy complexion, bright eyes, a short coat on his upper body, and a hoe in his thick and powerful arms.

He had just planted two swales of winter vegetables, and although it was late autumn, the sweat beads on his forehead were fine, and his strong body was faintly hot in the sun. Seeing Fang Yizhi, he put down his hoe, and warmly beckoned Fang Yizhi to sit down at the stone table in the nursery, and the next person sent a pot of chrysanthemum tea in due time.

Ding Feiyong rubbed the mud sticky on his feet, poured a cup of tea for Fang Yizhi with a smile, and said: "People say: moral heirlooms, more than ten generations, cultivation and reading heirlooms, poetry and books heirlooms, rich heirlooms, but three generations." But since my Ding family rose in Shuzhong to my father, it has stretched for twenty-one generations, can you know why? ”

Fang Yizhi was in awe, stood up and bowed and said: "Ding Xiang is in the country, hard work is high, Ding Xiang governs the family, and it is also rumored that he is an old man who often says that he has been cultivating and reading for a long time, and poetry and books have been ...... for a long time."

Ding Feiyong waved his hand and said: "Actually, my Ding family has been just seeking good fortune and avoiding evil for hundreds of years, and it was only in my great-grandfather's generation that he began to enter the court as an official...... Don't talk about this, let's talk about it, what is the matter today? ”

Fang Yizhi first greeted Ding Xiang's condition, and then explained his intention. Fang Yizhi has finished his teaching and training in the Zhixing Academy, and he is about to graduate, and he wants to go to the military department to achieve a career, he expects that the emperor will definitely crusade against Xiliang in the future, and wants to go to the camp of the Western Army stationed in Lanzhou City.

Ding Feiyong looked at this former student, who had grown step by step over the years, and now his demeanor was steady and full of enthusiasm, and he couldn't help but sigh when he thought that although he was the son of the prime minister, he couldn't do what he wanted.

Fang Yizhi said that he went out to teach this time, accepted two good students, and was admitted to Zhixing Academy with excellent results in all assessment subjects.

Ding Feiyong twisted and praised Fang Yi's way: "Although you are generous and peaceful on the surface, in fact, you are rigorous and arrogant inside, and the person who can win your favor must be extraordinary." The little girl Wenruo, this time she is also going to study at the Zhixing Academy, and she will bring them to meet next time, and she will take care of each other in the future. ”

Fang Yizhi happily accepted the order, stood up and respectfully refilled a cup of tea for Ding Feiyong, and humbly asked questions about marching and the art of war.

He An hasn't gone out much in the inn these days, and the wound on his arm has scabbed, except for the faint pain when he exerts force, and there is no major problem. Thinking about the days when he reported to Zhixing Academy, He An not only studied at the inn, but also meditated and practiced the mental methods taught by his uncle.

Fan Dazhi has been studying with He An for the past few days, and after only two days of honesty, he began to move again, and yesterday he sneaked out to buy a roast goose, saying that it was to make up for He An's body, but in the end, most of it went into his stomach.

This morning, this guy has been shouting that his head hurts from reading a book, He An was secretly amused in his heart, and he concentrated on finishing a chapter of the inscription, and when he looked up, Fan Dazhi was nowhere to be found.

He Angang wrote "Yishan Tablet" silently again, the door suddenly opened, Fan Dazhi walked in with a bunch of things in his arms, spread the things in his arms on the table, and hurriedly bolted the door.

He An turned his head to see that there was a sesame oil roast chicken, a sauced duck, a smoked rabbit, two mash saury, and a dripping autumn pear on the table.

Fan Dazhi walked over and patted his chest, and said with a long sigh of relief: "Oops! Scared the hell out of me! ”

He An quipped: "You went out in broad daylight and met a ghost?"

Fan Dazhi picked up half a bowl of water and poured it at some point, poured a few sips, wiped a handful of water stains from the corners of his mouth and gasped: "Xiao An, you don't know, I saw a person on the street just now, it's terrible!"

"Oh? Who can scare you like that? He An wondered.

"An old man with an awl face, and his beard looks like this." Fan Dazhi said while dancing to He An: "He looks very strange, he looks like ...... A loach, yes, a loach, he walks in the crowd, always leaning towards the woman, and staring at them with lust. He glanced at me when I was shopping just now, and his eyes were so eerie and terrifying, he followed me all the way, this person is definitely not a good person...... Scared the hell out of me! After Fan Dazhi finished speaking, he patted his chest again with palpitations.

"You said he likes to look at women, how can he follow you when he looks at you? Could it be that you are too handsome, and he likes it when he sees it! He An couldn't help but smile.

"You...... Xiao An, you didn't see that person, it's really ......" Fan Dazhi didn't finish speaking, and a knock suddenly sounded outside the door.

Fan Dazhi was excited, quickly ran to the door and pouted his ass and looked out through the crack in the door, only glanced at it, he turned his head and said to He An with a pale face: "It's him, he's here!"

The knock on the door was sharp and violent, He An just stood up, the door latch clicked and broke in two, Fan Dazhi was so frightened that he hurriedly retreated, and the door was pushed open with a bang, and a person walked in.

This person was wearing a gray brocade robe, tall and thin, with a fluffy bun on his head, a silver hairpin obliquely inserted, a pair of evil triangular eyes under sparse eyebrows, and two strands of beard fluttering on his pointed thin face, like the loach that Fan Dazhi said.

The gray-clothed man swept Fan Dazhi and He An with a gloomy gaze, and let out a night owl-like laugh: "Sure enough, it's you two little cubs, let's go with grandpa!"

After speaking, he shot like lightning, grabbed the back of Fan Dazhi's neck, held it in his hand like an eagle catching a chicken, and his body was bullied, and the other hand grabbed He An.

He An hurriedly ran his mental method, and attacked the other party without reservation with the killing moves of the clouds.

The man in gray sighed lightly, and his big hand was just stagnant: "No wonder Cui Shao was seriously injured, and the little rabbit cub still has two hits." But when I meet your grandfather and me, I'd better obediently tie my hands and arrest it. He said in a weird manner, and with a random move of one hand, he instantly defused He An's fierce offensive.

He Anxin was shocked, this person in front of him only used one hand, and he was invisibly oppressed and breathless, and the most powerful killing moves of Sui Yun Sanshou were easily resolved by him in an instant, and a big hand was still grabbed unhurriedly, no matter how he dodged, the other party seemed to know in advance, and the last came first.

The big hand has covered all the directions of the retreat, and he punched the opponent's arm with all his strength, enough to break the force of the thick stump at the mouth of the bowl like a mud cow into the sea, the other party was fine, the index finger of the big hand clicked, and his chest was like being hit by a sledgehammer, and the pain was heartbreaking.

The wound on He An's strap-tied arm collapsed, oozing out a ball of blood, covering his chest and pale, unable to resist it any longer, and the gray-clothed man copied him in the air with his hand.

The man in gray picked up He An with his left hand, and Fan Dazhi, who was holding it with his right hand, suddenly struggled desperately, hugged his thigh, like hugging a thick bamboo pole, and cried loudly: "Let go of me...... Xiao An, you run......" The man in gray raised his hand and patted him lightly on the back of the neck, and Fan Dazhi fainted.

The man in gray let out another night owl-like laugh, carried the two of them one by one, and went out to leave!