"Bang", the two wooden knives matched, Wang Toqing's wooden knife hit the opponent's wooden knife and flew out, the man also stumbled, he danced the wooden knife, put his backhand behind his back, and shouted: "What's the matter, haven't you eaten enough?" ”

The opponent picked up the wooden knife and said, "Director Wang's strength is getting stronger and stronger, and I can't reach it." ”

Although he is a civilian official, Wang Toqing has always agreed with the concept of strengthening the body to strengthen the country, so he has the habit of practicing knives when he has time, and he also claims to be a master of this way. This opponent is a well-known sword art instructor in this martial arts field, even he said so, Wang Toqing didn't feel it in his heart, and said indifferently on his face: "It's not that my strength is getting stronger and stronger, it's that you neglect to practice." If you turn the head of the knife upwards, my knife will slide away from your blade, so that even if your strength is a little smaller than mine, this move will still not be lost. ”

"Director Wang said very much, and I will definitely remember it." The man said, and said, "Director Wang, I'm so tired today, if Director Wang is interested, can I invite someone to come and spar?" ”

Wang Toe Qing saw that this man's head was covered with sweat. Although the weather is already hot now, it is not so hot, and it seems that this person is indeed very tired. He has always boasted of his sympathy, thinking that this person is tired of practicing swords with him, and it seems that it is indeed his swordsmanship that has made him tired. He put the wooden knife away and said, "Forget it today, let's rest." ”

After practicing the knife, I was sweating profusely. There are also bathrooms in the martial arts field for people to wash off stinky sweat, but Wang Toqing thinks the bathroom is too dirty, so he always goes home to wash it. He just wiped the sweat from his face, put away his things, and walked out of the martial arts field, and the instructor who usually accompanied him to practice swords nodded and accompanied him out of the door, and returned to the door impatiently. Wang Toeqing didn't mind, seeing that the car he usually sat in was waiting outside, he stretched out his hand to signal him to come over.

In Fog Cloud City, donkey carriages are often carried by donkeys, and occasionally by people. However, Wuyangcheng does not produce horses, so most of them are rickshaws. A few cars were parked outside the gate of the martial arts field, and the drivers were lying in the cars and pretending to sleep, with straw hats covering their faces. Hearing that someone came out, they all took their straw hats and looked at it, because Wang Toqing had the car he was used to, so they didn't come to grab business, only the car he was used to calling came over. Before arriving at the road, Wang Toqing got into the lane: "Go fast today." ”

He was sweating profusely, and his underwear was sticking to his body, which was really uncomfortable. The coachman replied in a low voice, pulled up the car and left, and sure enough, it was much faster. As the car moved, a cool breeze blew in his face, which made Wang Toeqing's heart feel refreshed. He half-closed his eyes, listened to the wind blowing in his ears, and thought about the next big thing to receive the imperial envoys, when he suddenly heard the sound of the city in his ears a little strange. He had to pass by a restaurant that was open until midnight every day, so even if he came home late, he could always smell the smell of oil smoke when he passed by. However, it was supposed to be in front of the restaurant, but there was no smell of oil smoke, but a strange sweet smell.

Wang Toqing opened his eyes suddenly, but he was stunned to find that he was actually in a strange alley, and the strange sweetness was still faintly wafting. Looking closely, there is no restaurant in front of it, but it is a big house with a plaque on it, and the plaque reads the words "Qingtan Society".

Looks like this is a teahouse. Isn't that wrong? Wang Toe Qing was inexplicable. It's just that if you get in the wrong car, you should ask where you are going when you get in the car, but at that time it was still the same as before, and the driver didn't even say a word, pulled himself and left. It's just that this coachman brought himself here for what? If it is said that it has a bad heart, then it should also go to a remote and uninhabited place, and there is nothing unfair and illegal to do in this Tongdu Daqu. He was surprised, but saw the coachman stop the car and whispered, "Director Wang, please get out of the car." ”

Although he didn't talk much, Wang Toqing still remembered the voice of the coachman who was used to it, and the person in front of him was clearly a stranger. He suddenly got up from the car and shouted, "Who are you?" What do you want to do? ”

The coachman said in a deep voice, "I'm sorry, Director Wang. However, I have no malicious intentions, I just want to ask Director Wang to come here to take a look at the Qingtan Society. ”

Wang Toqing was even more surprised, and shouted: "What do you mean? ”

The coachman said: "I just heard that Director Wang is unwilling to ban Fushou Anointing, so I want to ask Director Wang to come and see if there is any change." ”

Wang Toqing frowned. The coachman's conversation was generous, neither humble nor arrogant, he was really not an ordinary person, he had already guessed seventy or eighty percent, thinking that this must be Xuan Minglei's subordinates. He rejected Xuan Minglei's motion to ban Fushou Anointing, and Xuan Minglei must have come up with such a method without reluctance. It's just that Xuan Minglei is the second marshal, if he breaks it, it's really not good-looking, he lowered his voice and said, "You are Marshal Xuan's subordinate, right?" ”

The coachman shook his head and said, "No......" Before he finished speaking, a small door suddenly opened by the gate of the Seitan Society, and a person staggered out, tripped in front of the steps, and fell to the ground. Another person chased out of the door and shouted, "You dare to come without money, do you know what kind of place this is?" ”

The person who came out later was obviously the greeting of this Seitan Society. It stands to reason that these people who do business are angry and make money, and they are full of laughter at everyone, and they should not be so fierce. The guest scolded twice, and when he saw Wang Toeqing, he immediately came over with a smile on his face and said, "Guest officer, are you here to enjoy it?" The new Xianghu National Paste in the club, a bubble is enough to burn for half a day, the taste is mellow, the stamina is enough, you can burn one is enough to be addicted. Want to give it a try? ”

Wang Toe Qing was originally a little stunned, but after hearing what the man said, he realized that this was a Fushou Paste Shop. Because Fushou Paste is already monopolized, government-run stores must clearly indicate their purpose at the door of the store, and publicize the monopoly license issued by the executive government. In front of him, the Qingtan Society clearly did not have such qualifications, but it also openly sold Fushou Cream, which really surprised him.

Seeing that Wang Toe Qing was pondering, the guest was still hesitating, so he stepped forward and whispered: "Don't worry, the guest officer has enough joints in the company, and he will never be harassed by the garrison." He saw that Wang Toe Qing was dressed decently, and he must be a person with status, but he still had concerns about coming to this Fushou Anointing Hall, so he had to chatter, and the person who was driven out by him because of the money suddenly came over, hugged his leg and said: "Please, just let me smoke one, I really can't stand it!" ”

The man screamed very miserably, and his face was full of tears. The welcome guest was hugged by his leg, his face showed disgust, stretched out his leg and kicked, and shouted: "You go get money, what's the use of pulling me, you can draw money if you have money." ”

He pedaled very hard, even Wang Toqing couldn't look past it, and was about to stop it, when the coachman suddenly said: "Give us a private room, this one's account is settled on us." ”

The greeting guest was stunned, and immediately said with a smile on his face: "Okay, good." A gold coin for a private room. He only had to make money, and immediately his face changed, and even the rolling on the ground became pleasant, and he reached out and helped him up. Wang Toe Qing was taken aback, and said in his heart: "A gold coin? ”

Generally speaking, six or seven gold coins are enough for a family of three to live for a year, and it is a bit appalling that it costs a gold coin to open a private room like this. Although he knew that the tax on the purchase and sale of Fushou Paste was very high, he didn't know that the profits were higher, so he couldn't help but be very curious, and asked, "How many people can draw one gold coin?" ”

"One gold coin has five smoke bubbles. If you don't open a room, it's ten. However, the inn is a decent person, so it is better to open a room. ”

Wang Toqing frowned and asked, "How big is a smoke bubble?" ”

The welcoming guest said: It turns out that this person is a chick. He knew that if these novices were addicted to Fushou Cream, money would continue to be sent in the future, and he couldn't miss it, so he hurriedly said, "One cigarette bubble is enough to smoke several puffs." However, one gun is five bubbles, if the guest officer buys two guns, then he will give two more bubbles, and no matter how big the addiction is, he will definitely be able to live enough. ”

The more Wang Toe Qing listened, the more curious he became. He'd heard a lot about Fushou Cream, but he had never been to Fushou Paste Shop, and he really wanted to see what this smoke bubble was and what the gun was pointing at. Stretching out his hand to take out the money from his arms, he saw the coachman take out a gold coin and hand it to the greeting and said, "No need, just a gun." He turned his head to Wang Toqing and said, "Sir, please come in." Then he helped the man who had just been driven out: "Sir, you will come with me." ”

Wang Toqing was really more and more curious. This coachman is so mysterious that he doesn't seem to be robbing himself at all, but he denies that he is Xuan Minglei's subordinate. Could it be that he deceived himself to come just to invite himself to the guest who smoked the blessing and longevity anointing? Seeing that the coachman helped the man in, he thought to himself that even though this place was not a serious place, it was not a place to kill people and steal goods, so he hurriedly followed in.

When I got inside, it was a mess, and the strange sweetness was much stronger, and it was already a little spicy. The greeter led them to a hut, pushed open the door and said, "Three of you, please rest, the things will be delivered immediately." With that, he walked out.

The room is small, with two chairs and two couches. The couch was clean, but the strange smell came from the couch. The coachman made the man lie down on a couch, and the greeter came with a plate. On the plate was something made of bamboo poles, and on a white porcelain basin were placed five bamboo sticks, each with a black clay on it. Seeing that Wang Toe Qing was still standing, he greeted the guest and said, "Guest officer, are you coming first or the one who comes first?" ”

Wang Toe Qing is so clean, as soon as he smells the strange smell of sweat mixed with the couch, he doesn't want to lie down at all. Before he could speak, the coachman said, "Put it down, and we'll do it ourselves." ”

The greeting muttered in his stomach and wondered, "Is there only one gun for three people?" I really don't know what to think about this old bao. But the people paid, and it was not up to him to do what he wanted, so he put down the plate and bowed and went out.

After welcoming the guests out, the old guard didn't know what to ask himself to do, he was still stunned, but his eyes were already fixed on the white porcelain plate. Wang Toe Qing was also surprised, but he heard the coachman say to the smoker: "Sir, what is your name?" ”

"Call me Lao Bao, Lao Bao is good."

The coachman smiled faintly and said, "You are addicted to Fushou Anointing, right?" ”

Lao Bao didn't beat him at all now, and he was still sobbing and said, "Yes." Sir, don't you smoke? Let me have a good time smelling it on the side. ”

He was already weak when he said these words. The coachman picked up a bamboo stick and said, "Smoke, these five cigarette bubbles are enough for you to enjoy, I still have something to ask you." ”

As soon as he heard that he could smoke Fushou ointment, Lao Bao's eyes lit up, and he didn't know where he got the strength, so he grabbed the bamboo pole, took the bamboo stick, and burned it on the lamp, and put it into a copper bucket installed on the bamboo pole, and aimed the copper bucket at the lamp and burned, and bit the end of the bamboo pole with a mouth and sucked it heavily. He was a habitual man, and he took a long, thick puff before puffing out two puffs of white smoke from his nose. The smoke is a little fishy, a little spicy, and a little sweet. Wang Toe Qing felt a lot of discomfort when he smelled it, and couldn't help frowning, and said in his heart: "Is this the way to smoke Fushou ointment?" ”

This puff of cigarette was spit out, and Lao Bao suddenly became energetic, as if he had changed people. He took several puffs in a row, then slowed down, slowly took two more puffs, removed the bamboo pole from his mouth, and said, "Great grace is not grateful." The grace of the two reinvention is really indescribable, and I forgive me. ”

Wang Toqing was amazed when he heard Lao Bao's conversation suddenly become so elegant, and asked, "You...... Have you read a book? ”

Lao Bao nodded and sighed, "Last year, I was still teaching at the literary school. Alas, if you smoke this Fushou ointment, you can't do anything, and even a home is only four walls. ”

Wang Toe Qing was even more surprised, and asked, "Just because of the Fushou anointing loser?" So how many years have you been smoking? ”

Lao Bao sighed again and said, "Count it up, more than two years." Alas, this share of the family was enough for me to live a peaceful life, but now I have become like this, I don't know what tomorrow will happen today, I am really unwilling. ”

As he spoke, he took another bamboo stick and put it on the fire to burn. This time he was not as weak as before, he roasted very carefully, the ball of mud on the bamboo skewer was roasted on the fire and slowly melted, but Lao Bao's fingers were strangely flexible, and he kept turning, although the mud gradually melted, but it never dripped down. When it was all soft, Lao Bao put it into the copper bucket again, and burned it in front of the fire, while taking a deep sip. Wang Toqing was shocked and couldn't help asking, "Lao Bao, can't you quit Fushou Anointment?" ”

Lao Bao smiled bitterly: "Sir, if you can quit, how can you not quit?" I've quit before. But if you don't smoke Fushou Paste for a day, there seem to be insects drilling in the joints of your body, and the taste is really difficult for the gods, and in the end I still smoked it. ”

Wang Toe Qing was speechless for a while. He had also heard that smoking Fushou Paste would be addictive, but at that time, it was just a usual addiction, and he didn't think it would be such a strange addiction like appendage. Seeing that Lao Bao was smoking one after another, and the previous snot and tears were also wiped on the couch, he felt even more disgusted, and couldn't help but look at the coachman.

Did the coachman bring himself in order to see for himself such ugliness? Wang Toqing thought about it, and suddenly heard the coachman whisper: "Mr. Wang, you must already know what the consequences of Fushou Paste addiction will be, right?" ”

Wang Toe Qing didn't speak, but his face was white and blue. After a while, he whispered, "Do you want to send me back?" ”

The coachman nodded and said, "Since Mr. Wang is already happy, let's go." With that, stand up. Wang Toqing also stood up, hesitated, and was about to warn the old man not to smoke Fushou Anointment anymore, but he heard the coachman say in a low voice: "Mr. Wang, there is no need to tell him. Even if the bell rings, it cannot wake up the mortal. ”

"Although the bronze bell rings, if you can't wake up the people who will die", is a common saying spread in Wuyang City. In the past, Wuyangcheng was known as having three treasures, which were a tree, a tower, and a bell. One of the bells refers to an ancient bronze bell in the bronze bell view in the center of Wuyang City. The bell weighs thousands of pounds, and when it rings, it is so loud that the whole city will be awakened - except for the mortal. Later, it was extended to those who were obsessed and difficult to convince. Wang Toeqing heard this proverb when he was a child, and naturally understood the meaning. He stopped talking, and went out with the coachman, leaving the old man to fall on the couch and swallow the clouds. Because of the four walls of his house, it is rare for the old man to be so enjoyable, and he can't take care of everything, so he doesn't even stand up, but greedily inhales the smoke from the bamboo pole.

Out of the Qingtan Society, Wang Toqing couldn't help but take a deep breath, as if he wanted to spit out the dirty breath inside. The coachman pulled the car over and whispered, "Mr. Wang, get in the car, I'll return the car after I send you home." ”

He said this by admitting that he was prepared. Wang Toe Qing paused before saying, "Let's go." ”

It was late at night, and there was silence on the road, except for the sound of wheels running over the stone pavement. After walking for a while, Wang Toqing suddenly said: "Tomorrow, I will go to see Marshal Xuan, and then jointly issue a motion to ban Fushou and Anointment." ”

Although he was carrying Wang Toe Qing on his back, the coachman obviously breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Mr. Wang is wise, and I admire him." ”

"But who is Your Excellency?"

The coachman smiled faintly and said: "Nobody, a cheap name is insulting and clear, and it is not enough to hang the teeth of a sage." ”

At this time, the front is Wang Toqing's home. Although Wang Toqing is the director, he has strict self-discipline, and this mansion is so simple that it is unbelievable that he is a high-ranking official of the director. When he got to the door, he got out of the car, took out a gold coin from his bosom and said, "Take it." Seeing that the coachman didn't answer, he said: "Since Your Excellency doesn't want to keep your name, Wang doesn't dare to force it." Though you have committed the crime of plundering tonight, I will not pursue it again because of your good intentions. It's just that Wang doesn't like to be forced by others, and he doesn't want to be favored by others. Please accept this gold coin. ”

The coachman was stunned. Wang Toeqing's glance at this made him a little unexpected. He took the gold coin and said, "Thank you." I didn't dare to bully Director Wang, but this matter was very important, so I had to make this decision, and I asked Director Wang for forgiveness. ”

A strange light flashed in Wang Toqing's eyes, and he immediately returned to normal, and said, "There will be a period later." ”

These four words are just ordinary polite words, but in the bottom of Wang Toqing's heart, there seems to be someone scolding with gnashing teeth: "Zheng Sichu, it must be you!" ”

Although the current dress of the coachman is very different from that of the young handsome man in Wuyangcheng in the past, Wang Toqing also saw Zheng Sichu back then. Even though many years have passed, he has long forgotten Zheng Sichu's appearance, but this kind of humble and arrogant expression still reminds him of it.

Zheng Sichu, you wait.

Wang Toe Qing said silently. His heart was like a poisonous snake spitting out fangs.