In the world, there is no escape from the old and the new.

In this three lists, Liangzhou Tianjiao ordered two old men.

But Su Peifeng's sudden rise filled the gap, maintaining Xijing's number of people in Bangtianjiao at six.

Qiaotou Square, the sound is surging.

Baking and spreading in the atmosphere, like a living creature with an invisible head.

On the second floor of the whale rider, the windows along the street are crowded with departing drinkers.

Only Hong Fan's table was not standing, like an island in the unbridled ocean.

The list is indeed over.

Vanity Fair is not yet gone.

A gong was struck on the Xianzun Bridge.

The Shen family's family announced that there would be a three-day flowing water seat in front of the mansion to celebrate their young master's squeezing into the top half of the Tianjiao list.

For a while, everyone shouted the name "Shuofeng".

The sound also spread to the east.

Not long after, Cao Hanhai, who was wearing a hat and hiding in the crowd between the buildings, was "accidentally" discovered.

As if helpless, he jumped up and flew away.

Then the sound of the waves chased back to the west.

The figure of the thunderbolt is no longer visible.

Zhan Yuanzi held his cheek in one hand and the wine glass in the other, listening carefully to the quarrel next door.

One group is a group of young men, not yet crowned, dressed in military uniforms; The other group is middle-aged and wealthy.

The topic was originally about whether it was possible for Xiao Doudi to become the top of the Tianjiao list.

I can't argue for a reason.

Then it turned to discussing whether Qu Luoyi, who was born in Hezhou, could be regarded as Liangzhou Tianjiao.

Several people quickly turned red.

Zhan Yuanzi watched it happily.

"People are really interesting things."

He whispered, suddenly interjecting in a loud voice.

"I'm waiting for the head of the brown clothes, and I have nothing to do with the three lists."

"Is it possible to share the glory of just wishful thinking with one of them?"

"A few friends, you know Qu Luoyi, but Qu Luoyi doesn't recognize you."

Zhan Yuanzi raised his glass.

"Why bother hurting the peace?"

Two groups of people looked at it.

"My brother is very right."

Hong Fan also turned around and spoke.

"I can't say that Emperor Xiao Dou is not a person worth befriending in the first place, so it's better to drink than to quarrel for him?"

He looked at the middle-aged men first.

Several people immediately stopped arguing, laughing, and raising their glasses to drink.

Hong Fan smiled again and looked at the teenagers.

"Aren't you jealous of Little Doudi!"

The head of the bag is a sentence.

The smile froze.

Hong Fan was bored with himself and took a snort.

Wu Ruyi rarely saw Hong Fan deflated, covered his mouth and smiled.

"Young people's eyesight is still not good, and they can't see that I am a master."

Hong Fan shook his head and said.

"Where do you get so much eyesight?"

Zhan Yuanzi shook his head and nodded.

"It's not that those old brothers came early, and they saw the scene where the red-faced god took the initiative to talk to you......"

Hong Fan was dumbfounded.

Seeing this, Lu Yunshi also smiled, leaned over and took the empty cups.

"The young man who practices martial arts yearns for Tianjiao, and he has always been like this."

"Ten years ago, every time I heard more than 200 names on the list, I thought it was me who wanted to continue."

He poured his wine and pushed it back in front of everyone.

"How difficult life is, why dream for a few more years?"

Yan Yulin smiled.

"After twenty-four years, when I look at the list, everyone is like you and me, isn't it boring?"

He clinked glasses with Lu Yunshi.

"It's not all 'us' today."

Yuan Xuesong waved his hand.

"There are three more people under the age of twenty-four at this table."

He looked at Wu Ruyi, Bai Jiaci, and Hong Fan.

"Why aren't you excited?"

Yuan Xuesong asked Wu Ruyi

"I'm not talented enough."

Wu Ruyi replied without thinking.

"My mother always said that, and I think so too."

"But what goes fast may not go the farthest."

She added.

"Ruyi girl has always been down-to-earth, but she is stronger than me back then."

Yuan Xuesong nodded.

"Where's Brother Bai?"

"I used to dream, but now I'm awake."

He replied calmly, caressing the sachet with fine stitches around his waist.

"I used to only look at the road, but suddenly I came back to my senses, and I didn't know where I wanted to go."

The crowd was thoughtful.

Then, the eight gazes were extended to the last person.

"I ......"

Hong Fan was about to speak, when he saw everyone sigh in unison and drink silently.

At this moment, the cheers outside the building reached a new high.

Everyone turned their heads to look down and saw the crowd of people waving and shouting in the square, and the direction was towards the upper floor of the whale rider.

Waves of sound came over one after another, drowning out all the conversation on the second floor.

Hong Fan listened quietly and distinguished.

The cheers were mixed at first, and finally gradually unified.

But he shouted the name of the red-faced god.

Apparently it was Su Peifeng upstairs who showed up.

"What are you talking about when it's so noisy?"

Lu Yunshi smiled bitterly.

At such a close distance, Hong Fan could barely hear him clearly, and could only distinguish by looking at his mouth.

"It's really boring to come to join in this fun today."

Lu Yunshi said and got up.

"Scatter, scatter!"

Everyone went downstairs to settle the bill, and each handed it off.

Hong Fan and a group of five people who returned to Dongcheng squeezed into the wall of people on the street and went against the current to the Xianzun Bridge.

Walking dozens of meters, he felt something in his heart and felt that someone was watching.

Hong Fan continued to move forward quietly.

After three steps, he turned back sharply, crossed the vast sea of people, and looked straight at the whale rider.

The No. 1 box on the fourth floor, the window sill.

The three stood side by side.

On the left is a beautiful and plump woman, gently holding the arms of the people around her.

Self is Ao Zhixian.

On the right is a well-proportioned and handsome young man, restrained and peaceful, similar to Ao Zhixian's appearance.

It was about her brother Ao Zhiji.

In the middle of the two, Su Peifeng, who was tall and sturdy and made the list for the first time, stood against the railing, surrounded by the cheers of the crowd.

His gaze was empty, his smile was warm, and his expression was rarely relaxed.

Hong Fan looked at it from afar, and suddenly remembered Su Peifeng's sighing expression when he talked about the casualties of the bloody battle in Jinhai before the list was released.

So where is compassion?

It's clearly suppressed envy.

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More than a month later.

November 23, the day of the winter solstice.

At three o'clock (7:45 a.m.), the sun rises lazily.

In the Zhangwu Courtyard, old snow has been accumulating on the side of the road for a few days.

The white was stained with soot, and the black was particularly eye-catching.

The weather drips into ice.

Fortunately, a stove was lit in the hall.

"This material was sent by the Anti-Smuggling Department of the Boat Bureau."

Jian Siyuan, who was sitting behind the wide table, said, pushing through a booklet.

"Thirty miles south of the Yao River, there is a river bay called 'Niu Yinbo', which hides a small wharf."

He added a piece of fine white charcoal to the stove under the table, flicked away the dust from his fingertips, and put his hand back on the sleeve of his padded jacket.

"This place is too close to Xijing, there can be no bandits, it is nothing more than smuggling and tax evasion."

Across the table, Wu Hongya and Hong Fan sat next to each other in the middle.

The remaining three pulled chairs and sat in the back row.

Hong Fan opened the booklet and flipped through it.

"Xijing is a city because of the river, and half of the people rely on the Yao River for food."

Jian Siyuan shrunk back, looked enviously at the five people in single clothes on the other side of the table, and continued.

"These little docks the size of sesame mung beans are everywhere — fishing, ferrying, and ...... carrying groceries to and from the dots."

"If you check taxes in these worm holes and rat holes, even the manpower may not be able to pay it back."

He explained to Hong Fan.

It seems that the youngest person in the hall is the secretary.

Wu Hongyan sat down calmly, and didn't seem to think anything was wrong.

(End of chapter)