The time to rush is always so long, and the numb people walk on the flat road step by step with numb legs, until it is dark and everyone finally stops.

Although I only walked for a few hours today, and even rested for more than two hours in between, this day was really too stuffy, making people sweat nonstop, weak, hot and tired, and it was completely tormenting.

Speaking of which, the temperature in the morning is not as good as in the afternoon, especially after noon, the temperature is not bearable at all, and it is completely a sin!

There was no foothold at the post station today, and after Wang Wu found a relatively hidden flat land at random, he raised his hand and signaled to camp in situ for repair.

Seeing this, the crowd walked towards the place he pointed with their weak legs, and when the dust had settled, they sat on the ground with their butts and gasped.

Everyone sat down to rest, but a white-haired old man stood leisurely in the middle of the line, looking so out of place compared to the others.

Jiang Zhimiao looked at the old man, only to see that his clothes were already soaked, and water could drip out of his hand, so could he not be tired? She turned her gaze to his face in confusion.

Good guy, uncle is uncle, even if he is exiled, he is still outstanding, young and strong young men are not as good as his face, Jiang Zhimiao exclaimed in his heart.

The outstanding uncle stood proudly in the middle of the team, and under the surprised gaze of everyone, he calmly looked into the distance.

Jiang Zhimiao looked at the old man, only to see that he was gray-haired but energetic, quite a bit of fairy wind bones, he was indeed a spiritual old man, and he didn't look like an ordinary spirit.

As soon as he finished looking, he saw him looking up at the sky at forty-five degrees, and shook his head with a long sigh and said: "The deceased is like a husband, there is no end in sight, sad, sad." ”

The relationship is still a cultured old man, and it is indeed a bit unusual to think about poetry at this time.

Jiang Zhimiao stayed where he was and didn't move when he saw his words, and then retracted his gaze, exile is a bit bitter, and it is not a bad thing to occasionally express his inner feelings, maybe something will happen if he holds it for a long time.

Although this old man is a maverick, it is also a normal move, and there is really no need to make a fuss.

Jiang Zhimiao just wanted to share this unique old man with her mother, but before she finished speaking, she heard him sigh deeply, and then said sadly: "The deceased is like a husband, and there is no end in sight!" Sad, sad! ”

Jiang Zhimiao: "......"

In what case, can't you express your feelings in another sentence? That's it? Do you want to keep saying this? Jiang Zhimiao looked at the old man who didn't react in any way.

The old man was obviously unaware of the puzzled gazes of the crowd, and still stood in place and repeated the phrase of the deceased back and forth, which made people bored to listen to it.

"Hey! Can you be quiet, old man, I'm tired to death, how can I still be in the mood to listen to where you are chanting poems, be quiet for me! ”

"It's just, just a few words back and forth, and I'm tired of listening to it, so I can't shut up? Don't you see that we're tired? Can you have a little eyesight? ”

"That's right, when you're older, sit and rest more, don't think about poetry all day long, and you don't look at the occasion, is it time to be lyrical?"

"When you are old, you have to recognize the current situation, don't say something sour all day long, it's better to sleep more at this time, you are not tired and we are tired, can you be considerate and considerate of us who are physically weak?"

Everyone complained one after another, and the resentment emanating from their bodies at this moment could drown out the old man.

I thought that their complaints would stop the old man's repetition, but no, the old man didn't even give them a look, as if he hadn't heard it.

Hey, the old man's attitude can anger them, and if you don't listen to the good words, then don't blame them for doing it!

Several people looked at him, stood up tremblingly, and tried to surround him, but they suddenly turned together, and they only felt that their legs were weak and they only trembled, and they couldn't stand at all.

Holding on to their tired bodies, they walked to the old man's side with pale faces, ready to teach the old man a lesson that he did not listen to persuasion.

It wasn't until everyone surrounded the old man that he finally came back to his senses, and when he saw several young men suddenly appearing beside him, he looked dazed and asked suspiciously, "Is there something wrong with you?" ”

When a few people heard this, their faces were like vegetables, did they make a mistake, and they didn't listen to a word after saying it for so long.

After talking for a long time, it was just a one-man show for a few of them, and a lot of words were wasted, and after recognizing this fact, the anger in their hearts became more and more intense.

"Do we still have something to do? Do you know that you have been repeating your words so much that we have to rest, do you think we are okay? A young and strong young man said with a gloomy face.

"That's right, how old are you, you keep beeping and talking, can you stop talking a little?" The thin man with a square face said through gritted teeth.

"That's it, we have warned you, you actually take it as a deaf ear, is it unbearable! You must have done it on purpose! Today, I, Zhang Ping, will teach you a lesson! See if you dare to ignore us! The strongest of the men said menacingly.

Seeing this, the old man looked confused, what's the matter, didn't he just say a few words to Yue and then came to besiege him, he was very puzzled by this: "Zhang Dongping? What are you? ”

Zhang Pingdong was furious when he heard this, and immediately retorted: "I! Bullshit Zhang Dongping! Lao Tzu's name is Zhang Pingdong! Does Zhang Pingdong know?! ”

Wen Lao tilted his ears suspiciously: "What Dong?" ”

Zhang Pingdong was angry, gritted his teeth, and roared word by word: "Lao Tzu's name is Zhang Pingdong, Zhang Pingdong!" It's not what the East! Whether there is a bit of brain, Zhang Pingdong can't remember, what kind of poems are he chanting! ”

Wen Lao listened attentively, and when his words fell, he carefully looked at the angry jumping man, and another sentence came out of his mouth: "What Ping? ”

Zhang Pingdong's face was like a dish, his words were blocked, his heart was even more congested, and he was so angry that he fell directly to the ground, emphasizing his name from time to time in his mouth.

Wen Lao saw that the man fell to the ground, and immediately stepped forward to care, he looked at the man lying on the ground on his side with loving eyes, and comforted with bright eyes: "Zhang Pingdong, you can rest well!" The old man knows, your name is Zhang Pingdong! ”

Zhang Pingdong rolled his eyes when he heard this, and immediately fainted, at this moment, he didn't care how uncomfortable it was to lie on his side bound by shackles, right now he just wanted to leave this angry world and go to a place where there was no old man.

The rest of the people saw that their companions were fainted by Wen Laoqi, and immediately retracted the idea of teaching him a lesson.

This old man is a bit evil, and he actually fainted their boss without a single soldier, and it seems that teaching him this matter has to be considered in the long run.

After a few people exchanged heads for a while, they slowly moved to Zhang Dongping, who had already gone to another world, and seeing that Wen Lao was still not leaving, the young man led by him warned viciously:

"Today's events are revealed, and we will not care about you if we are magnanimous, but if there is a next time, don't blame our men for being ruthless."

Elder Wen pretended to be surprised, and after softening his complexion, he nodded meekly.