Evergreen Lane, Lamb Pavilion.

Xia Jiming wine is paired with lamb meat, the entrance is soft and tender, the wine taste is sweet, the four of them almost forgot to speak, and even Xin Nu lost the image of a lady, and ate with a mouth full of oil.

Just when the four of them were feasting, a person outside the window, not very old, similar to Ling Muyun, thin and thin, with ragged clothes, holding a rusty sword, swallowing saliva.

At first, it didn't go unnoticed by a few people.

According to what Li Wei said, Zhang Dayu was self-reliant, Zhangye and Xijun were busy sending troops to besiege Guzang, and the people of Jiuquan and Dunhuang were panicking.

Refugees and poor people are by no means uncommon.

What really aroused Ling Muyun's interest was that he handed out a lump of mutton from the window, but the young man turned his head with great force.

That stubbornness made a few people look at each other differently.

"Behind the alley, there is pine leaf wine, can the little brother run for me? When you return, you can eat with us. Li Wei handed over the scattered silver ingots.

The boy hesitated for a moment, then carefully took the silver and trotted away.

"How much wine do you think he'll buy back?" Li Wei asked.

"You don't suspect that he won't come back?" Jia Nianxi put down the leg of mutton in his hand and said next.

"No, the eyes are clear." Ling Muyun took a bite of lamb: "The character is good, Brother Li can take a follower." ”

"Or if he has great ambitions, I don't know."

While the few people were still talking, the young man trotted back and timidly handed the wine in through the window.

"Didn't you just say it, but we can eat together?" Li Wei quipped.

The boy glanced at his clothes, his face flushed.

This scene reminded Ling Muyun of himself.

At the age of seven, thousands of homes were lit, and in the Ling family's small courtyard, Lame Jiu didn't know where to ask for half a bowl of braised pork and put it in front of Ling Muyun.

"Young master, if you don't eat, it's cold!"

He is also full of shame, the difference is that he has a lame nine, and he can steal half a bowl of braised pork in the Chinese New Year's Eve.

"Can't wash your hands?" Ling Muyun asked deliberately.

The young man was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly replied: "Young master, it will!" ”

After saying that, he ran to the well, and washed his hands reverently, until there was not a trace of dirt, and then he came to the table contentedly, and stood aside.

The store is kind-hearted, but it can't help the world, seeing that a few customers are kind, they deliberately found an apron to make a young man's clothes.

"Let's eat, do you want to ask for three or five?" Jia Nianxi handed over a lump of meat and motioned for the young man to sit down.

The boy gently moved a bench, sat down at the table, took the lamb, and nibbled on it one bite at a time.

It's fast, but it's not embarrassing.

"It's polite." By the way, Xin Nu handed over a glass of summer chicken wine.

The young man politely took it and drank it all.

The red face did not spit out until it was swallowed with difficulty.

"What do you call it?" Ling Muyun asked.

"Hui Gongzi, surnamed Liu, named Yi." Liu Yi hurriedly swallowed the meat into his abdomen, wiped his mouth, and replied.

"Look at the sword in your hand, there is a word, and the family has a relationship?" Li Wei then asked.

"Ancestor, Liu Ling." Liu Yi said this, although he was very respectful, but he was a little proud.

Liu Ling was drunk, after the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Forest.

"Liu Ling's "Ode to Wine and Virtue" despises all existential spirits, romantic, heroic, and self-conscious, but the descendants are lackluster." Jia Nianxi pouted: "Shouldn't your family be Peiguo?" ”

"Wandering away, falling here." Liu Yi's face was flushed when he was said, and it was difficult to refute it for a while.

"Let's eat!"

After a meal, Liu Yi was poured out, but it was unexpected.

Liu Yi's appearance is not ugly, Liu Ling's Tao Tao Wu has long been gone, and the amount of alcohol is not small.

"The little brother didn't let go of eating, why?" Ling Muyun saw that Liu Yi was eating smaller and smaller bites, and seemed to be a little reluctant to eat, so he asked.

"My mother hasn't eaten yet...... Liu Yi snorted.

"It's also filial!" Li Wei nodded approvingly: "Shopkeeper, prepare a lamb and take it away!" ”

Full of wine and food, Li Wei poured his thoughts on solicitation: "I will go to Shenxiandu in some time, and there is a lack of a car by my side, I don't know if you are willing to go along?" ”

"Liu Yi will not give up, but he still has a mother to support, and he is afraid of ......"

"Take it with you! It's better than sleeping in the open. Li Wei didn't care.

Ling Muyun didn't have anything to grow, so he said to Jia Nianxi: "What good things do you have, make a parting gift?" ”

Jia Nianxi was not stingy, asked the store to take pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and wrote freely for half an hour.

Opening: Looking at Shu Yin, the dark and dark night is the verse of the Beimang Inn, but the further it goes, it is the practice method.

"This is Liu Ling's Beimang Drunken Sword, since you go to Shenxian Crossing, let's study it well."

Liu Yi's eyes instantly moistened.

The inaction of the deer car and the lotus back then, maybe they didn't think about it when they died at home, and their descendants were also so inactive.

Even the self-created Beimang Drunken Sword failed to pass on.

"Is there a possibility that Liu Ling's descendants can't afford to buy wine?" Ling Muyun looked at the departing figure of Li Wei and the others, and said lightly.

"Perhaps." Jia Nianxi sighed with emotion.

"Let's go!"

"Where are you going?"

"Zhang Dayu, or the Spirit of the Mirror, besieges Guzang, we always have to get involved." A wicked smile appeared on Ling Muyun's face.

"Guo Yu is on Zhang Dayu's side, he just gave someone else's son-in-law, and now he is smashing someone's job?" Jia Nianxi said disdainfully.

"Liu Yu can go because Guo Yu stands in the righteousness of the human race, and Guo Yu helps Zhang Dayu to protect Han civilization. But you and I know, Zhang Dayu is just the spirit of the mirror. ”

Ling Muyun's analysis is not unreasonable.

Guo Yu helped not Zhang Dayu, but Qianliang.

"Take Guzang, nearly ten days away, how to pass under Zhang Dayu's nose?"

"I'm still looking for Mr. Guo, rubbing the itinerary, and getting off in front of Guzang." Ling Muyun had an idea: "It's just that it's difficult to face Mr. Guo afterwards." ”

Ling Muyun and Jia Nianxi had been delayed in Jiuquan for a day, and if they wanted to catch up with the team, they had to walk day and night.

Fortunately, walking at night is not difficult for the two.

Finally, at noon on the second day, the two caught up with the twenty-four paces.

Under Jia Nianxi's soft grinding and hard bubbles, the two followed the team to Guzang.

Youzai arrived in Zhangye.

Ling Muyun was once impressed by Guo Yu's scriptures and literature, and even dropped the idea of making trouble with Zhang Dayu.

What Ling Muyun didn't expect was that Wang Mu actually believed the slander and fought for nothing!

When Guo Yu heard this, he beat his chest and paused, and said, "I'll never see you again." ”

I wanted to rub the itinerary, but after experiencing this incident, it was not easy for Ling Muyun and the others to leave rashly.

And I also heard Liu Yu say a few days ago that Guo Yu's catastrophe is coming, and he will not leave an inch.

Who knows, Guo Yu's fierce temper comes up, and no one can stop it.

Covering his face with the quilt, not talking to anyone, and letting Ling Muyun and Jia Nianxi persuade each other with kind words would not help.

"I'm afraid it's Mr. Guo, who has the intention of praying for death." Ling Muyun sighed.

"Do you want to persuade again? It's been seven days, and if it goes on like this, I'm afraid I'm going to starve to death. Jia Nianxi also had a sad face.

If you are in danger, you can save it, but you can die by yourself, and the gods are difficult to save.

"I'll persuade again!" Ling Muyun pondered for a moment: "At least let him return to Jiuquan." ”

Guo Yu was still in the house, no one was seen, no one was spoken, and his eyes were staring blankly at the beams.

"Sir! I don't know whether to say it or not. Ling Muyun said a nonsense sentence: "Don't you hear that the ancient gentleman did not die in the inner bed, Mr. is a great Confucian in the world, and the righteous man returns, if he ......"

Ling Muyun wanted to say that he was angry with himself, but he felt that it was inappropriate, so he immediately changed his words: "If this is the way to die, I am afraid that it is a righteous person in the world......"

Guo Yu still didn't speak, and Ling Muyun exited the room and shook his head.

"Muyun." Suddenly, Guo Yu's voice came from the house, which made Ling Muyun look shocked and immediately jumped back into the room.

"Sir, you have orders."

"Prepare the horses."

"Where's the gentleman?"

"Jiuquan, Nanshan, Chiya Pavilion."

"I'll just prepare the horses." As soon as Ling Muyun stepped out of the door, Jia Nianxi entered the room.

After a while, Ling Muyun pulled three tall horses in the name of Guo Yu: "Sir, the horses are ready." ”

Guo Yu changed his clothes early, went out of the door, and looked at the sky for a long time: "Night dreams take the green dragon to the sky, and it ends at the house." ”

After speaking, he got on his horse sideways and continued: "Don't follow. ”

The sound of horses' hooves gradually disappeared, and Ling Muyun stood for a long time: "In the end, there is still a big Confucian missing in the world." ”

"Didn't you go back, sir?" Jia Nianxi asked puzzled.

"The word house, the corpse is the next word. The dragon flew to the corpse...... The gentleman is still begging for death. After speaking, Ling Muyun knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times in the direction Guo Yu was heading.

Since Guo He, Guo Yu has taken over the responsibility of protecting civilization, but it ended here.