A lean horse, an old car, and a retinue of three or five brown clothes slowly traveled west along the official road where the snow had not yet melted.

"My lord, in fifty miles, you will reach the capital."

A swarthy man with two steel guns on his back stood beside the carriage and whispered.

A quiet and powerful middle-aged man's voice sounded in the carriage: "No need to hurry, just go slowly." ”

The swarthy man replied in a low voice: "If you don't hurry, you can't do it, today is the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, the sooner you enter the city, the sooner you can start to deploy the matter of entering the cabinet, before the Shangyuan Festival, the promotion and transfer of the DPRK and the Central Committee should be settled." ”

The middle-aged man in the carriage replied unhurriedly and leisurely: "There are clouds in "University": knowing and then there is determination, determination and then being quiet, being quiet and then being able to be safe, being safe and then being able to worry, and then being able to get it!" ”

The swarthy man thought for a moment, then clenched his fists and arched his hands: "My subordinates are taught." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a sound of heavy, hurried footsteps coming from behind.

The swarthy man's heart tightened, and he clasped the two steel guns on his back with his back, and when he looked back, he saw a big black mouse-like figure rolling up in smoke and dust rushing towards this side like a gust of wind.

He was so frightened that he stood firm and was about to open his mouth when the figure swept past him without looking back, and the wind stirred up his long loose hair......

"What happened?"

"It's like a personal ......"

"Can that thing be a person?"

The rest of the brown-clothed entourage were also shocked, they all rubbed their eyes vigorously, and looked at the puff of smoke and dust in front of them in disbelief, completely unable to believe that it was a person who had just passed.

The movement was so loud that even the middle-aged man sitting upright in the carriage lifted the curtains and looked ahead curiously: "What's disturbing?" ”

This is a standard literati about 50 years old, with a thin and square face, a three-inch beard, and a peaceful and elegant atmosphere.

The swarthy man replied in a speechless whisper, "Just a few people passed by us...... He's a master! ”

The middle-aged scribe looked at him strangely and smiled, "Is it taller than you?" ”

The swarthy man was silent, and seemed to feel that this life was too fucked up because he could meet a master who was much stronger than himself when he went out to buy vegetables.

The middle-aged scribe smiled and comforted him when he saw this, and was about to lower the curtain when he heard a rumbling footstep again.

As soon as everyone raised their eyes, they saw a figure in front of the carriage braking as sharply as Le Ma: "Happy New Year, big brothers, let me ask, is it right to go to the capital and take this road?" ”

Everyone fixed their eyes, only to realize that this was a young man who was too young and too handsome.

The swarthy man who had all the words on his lips was stunned when he saw this person.

The man who was driving the car saw that the handsome young man was smiling and talking nicely, so he replied casually: "That's right, go all the way along this road, and you will reach the capital in another forty or fifty miles!" ”

"Gotcha!"

The handsome young man hugged his fist happily: "Thank you, big brother, you take your time, I'll go first!" ”

With that, he turned around and rushed out with another gust of wind and a puff of smoke, leaving only a black spot at the end of the road in the blink of an eye.

A group of brown-clothed followers suddenly came back to their senses and exclaimed, "Are the current descendants so violent? ”

"Sweat and blood BMW may not necessarily outrun this kid, right?"

"Could it be that it is a light effort to hurry?"

As soon as the middle-aged scribe in the carriage lifted the curtain and glanced at it, the handsome young man disappeared without a trace, and he was interested in asking his most capable attendant, when he noticed that his face was different.

He asked in surprise, "What, do you recognize this offspring?" ”

The swarthy man pondered for a moment, then nodded, "You know him too." ”

The middle-aged scribe thought for a moment, shook his head, and said, "I have never seen this afterlife. ”

The swarthy man said softly: "He is the 'Manifest Sage True Monarch' Yang Erlang who is famous in Jiangsu and Zhejiang!" ”

The middle-aged scribe lost his voice and said, "He is so young? ”

Seeing him so shocked, a slight smile finally appeared on the swarthy man's face: "He hasn't started a family yet, how can he not be young." ”

The middle-aged scribe stroked his beard and said regretfully: "Since you know him, why don't you leave him to talk freely?" Although this son is too radical and desperate, his ideas and mind are unmatched by no one in the dynasty. ”

The swarthy man shook his head slightly and said, "Your Excellency is entering Beijing this time to prepare for entering the cabinet, or it is better not to have too much contact with him, so as not to make enemies in vain." ”

The middle-aged scribe smiled and said lightly: "Not to attract envy is mediocre, he has done great things in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, the benefit is in the contemporary, and the merit is in the future, just this one, he has won the Manchu Dynasty Zhu Zi!" ”

The swarthy man also smiled lightly: "It's a pity that God is jealous of talents, people like him are destined to be difficult to last long, and what this world needs is not a fleeting meteor, but a capable minister like an adult who can set things right and trace back to the source!" ”

He clenched his fists, and his tone was full of certainty.

The middle-aged scribe put down the car and replied lightly: ""Persuasion of Learning" has clouds: if you don't accumulate steps, you can't reach thousands of miles, and if you don't accumulate small streams, you can't become rivers and seas. ”

The swarthy man bowed: "My subordinates should be taught." ”

Middle-aged scribe: "Since you have met Yang Erlang, when we settle down, you might as well ask him to come over to talk about it, I have some questions, and I want to ask him for advice." ”

The swarthy man was stunned, and responded: "Yes......"

……

Facing the clear sunshine in the afternoon in early spring.

Yang Ge crossed his waist and looked up at the big word "Luoyang" on the head of the city with a smug face.

Isn't there no horse and no navigation?

Didn't the master come over too?

Who will dare to say that the master is a road idiot in the future?

"Little brother, let me go."

Someone gently patted him on the shoulder.

"Oh oh oh, sorry!"

Yang Ge hurriedly turned sideways, made way for the old man who was pulling the cart behind him, and helped him push it.

At the end, he swaggered to the city gate on the other side, where there was no queue, took out the waist card of the embroidered guard, shook it in front of the city guards, and strode into the dark city gate cave.

As soon as I passed through the urn city, a wave of heat rushed to my face.

"Rock sugar gourd, rock sugar gourd."

"Cookcakes, freshly out of the pan."

"Lifu, come here......"

On the long straight and wide street where you can't see the end, there are crowds of people rubbing shoulders.

There are hawkers who are shouting and frustrating.

There are young girls in new clothes who travel together.

There are also Hu merchants who lead camels along the street to sell special products......

Steamers are full of steamers that exude the aroma of food.

Everywhere there was the sound of women and children celebrating their proper laughter.

Bright colors, strong fireworks, antique cornices and arches......

The distance of an urn city seems to span two worlds.

Hunger, cold, and suffering are outside the city.

Peace and abundance are in the city.

Yang Ge was like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden, grabbing the money bag and looking around, wandering aimlessly along the long street.

"Little brother, let's have a string of rock sugar gourds."

"Uncle, one cookcake, what, two pennies?"

"Is this naan? Oh, it's called Hu Cake, come one and come one ......"

"Shopkeeper, what do you sell so fragrant? Lamb bone soup and steamed buns? Can I add ingredients? There is mutton and haggis...... I want the whole family bucket, just everything! ”

He sat in the roadside stall, holding a rock sugar gourd in his left hand, a cooking cake in his right hand, and a hu cake in his arms.

"Little pot friend, how old are you?"

Yang Ge saw that the little boy was cute, and shook the remaining cooking cake in his hand to tease him.

The little woman with the child saw that he was handsome and kind, so she teased the child in her arms: "Tell uncle, we are three years old this year!" ”

"It's good to be so strong at the age of three!"

He leaned over and gently pinched the little boy's face, put away the cooking cakes that teased him, turned around and picked up a piece of mutton from the family bucket that the store had just sent and pushed it in front of the little boy: "Come, uncle, please eat delicious!" ”

The little woman hurriedly refused.

Yang Ge replied with a smile, "It's okay", turned his head and poured the ingredients into the steaming mutton soup, and then picked up the sea bowl bigger than his face and pulled it into his mouth.

ran two hundred miles in one breath, even though his physical strength was amazing, he was really hungry.

Before he finished eating a lamb soup steamed bun, Yang Ge saw a team of embroidered guards wearing embroidered clothes, dragging a string of thieves who cut their hands with hemp rope and swaggered through the market.

Yang Ge hurriedly swallowed the steamed bun in his mouth, turned his head and asked loudly, "Shop, how much is it?" A penny? So expensive? ”

He took out a penny of silver from the money bag and handed it to the store who came to collect the money, stared at the team of embroidered wrestlers who were going to go away, put down the sheep soup bowl and followed.

After walking a few steps, he stepped back again, picked up the lamb soup bowl and drank a big sip regardless of the hot mouth, then turned around and walked out of the stall quickly, chasing the embroidered wrestler in the distance.

grinning with his teeth, he smiled at the shops that collected the bowls, and boasted: "How else to say that our sheep soup is authentic!" ”

The little woman who was waiting for the little boy to eat on the side looked at his back and sighed sincerely: "How handsome......"

Yang Ge dropped out of the team of embroidered wrestlers from a distance, watching them swagger through the market like street tigers, watching them grab a few objects from the street stalls from time to time and carry them in their arms, while the small merchants and vendors had to smile and nod at them, and watched them take a few money bag-like objects from a few ruffian-looking people without a trace......

"You guys are damned!"

Yang Ge muttered as he muttered as he nibbled on the cookcake, thinking in his heart that his subordinates must be heavier after finding Shen Fan......

This kind of is definitely not seen in the road pavilion.

When he was a hundred households and thousands of households, although he never prevented his subordinates from getting rich, he never allowed them to attack the common people and good people, and if they wanted to get rich, they could only deal with those masters who were unkind and corrupt and took bribes for the rich.

Even after he stepped down from the post of Qianhu of the Shangyou Institute, none of the officers and soldiers of the Shangyou Institute dared to violate the rules he had set...... So far, at least, he hasn't found anyone who has broken the rules he's set.

And these embroidered clothes and guards in the capital seem to be commonplace.

They're used to it.

The people are also accustomed to it.

I don't know how long I have been in Luoyang City, but this team of embroidered wrestlers finally lined up and walked into a vermilion gate with a pair of stone lions in front of the door.

Yang Ge walked over and looked: 'Beizhen Mansion Division'.

"That's it!"

He looked left and right, and when he found an unobstructed place, he sat down against the wall with his hands folded, and his dusty linen clothes matched his curled hands and feet, like a beggar begging for food.

He actually didn't know that Shen Fa was not in the Beizhen Mansion today.

But it doesn't matter if he's not there, he has time to wait......

In his spare time, he is still in the mood to urge a wisp of true qi, following the first roadmap of "Five Elements Returning to the Vitality", and slowly running with the idea of contemplation.

Compared with the operation of true qi with all his strength, the income of such a practice is of course not high, but no matter how small the mosquito is, it is still meat.

Until the sun set, Yang Ge didn't see Shen Fa come out of the Yamen of the Beizhen Mansion.

Just as Yang Ge was wondering whether to find an inn to stay in first, suddenly there was a chaotic and heavy footstep sound from the other end of the long street.

Yang Ge was able to get up and take a look, and saw a team of embroidered wrestlers clustered around several high-headed horses and wearing embroidered clothes, walking quickly towards this side.

The man at the head had a fox face and a scar on the left side of his face......

"God is going to let me beat you!"

Yang Ge stood up with a sneer, tore off the sweat towel around his neck and covered his face, and then walked over with a bright light to meet the team of embroidered clothes guards who came over.

The embroidered wrestlers who walked in front of a few tall horses noticed him, and when they saw his masked appearance, they felt that this guy was not like a good person, so they stopped and pressed their knives and shouted: "What kind of person! ”

"Stop!"

"Tell you to stop!"

Shen Fa, who was frowning on horseback and thinking about the content of today's imperial meeting, looked up and saw a fierce figure jumping up against a mouthful of bright steel knives, smashing a fist the size of a sandbag at him.

He was stunned!

'Anyone dares to assassinate me in the capital?' ’

What's the difference between that and a lantern in a pit? ’

He only felt the indescribable absurdity, and even had the effort to recall in his heart, he didn't seem to have been guilty of death in the past two years.

Could it be that the gang of yin in the court are eliminating dissidents and killing people with knives?

He was confused, and the embroidered wrestlers accompanying him would not be confused.

The drawing of the knife, the opening of the bow, and in an instant, more than a dozen attacks beckoned towards Yang Ge.

Yang Ge was too lazy to dodge, and as soon as the true qi around his body was urged, he turned into an invisible qi that surrounded him and ...... the kung fu of "Golden Bell Jar", although he had not yet entered the house, it was enough to resist ordinary blades and arrows!

With a wave of his palm, the majestic true qi turned into a big hand and swept away all the steel knives and arrows in front of him.

"Silly, the master will be a golden bell jar!"

He laughed and screamed, flew in front of the horse's head, and knocked Shen Fan off the horse's back with one punch.

Hearing his voice, Shen Fa was stunned for a second, and then lost his voice: "You are ......"

"It's your sister!"

Yang Ge blocked the name he was about to shout, and then fell in front of Shen Fan, and punched his handsome face like a creamy little student: "I treat you as a brother, and you play tricks with me?" ”

"What's going on with the big girl next door to my house?"

"Huh?"

"Forget about it, count me?"

He had a golden bell shield body, and he didn't care about the embroidered wrestlers around him, so he pressed Shen Fa under him to greet him.

The surrounding wrestlers took care of Shen Fa on the ground, and they didn't dare to release any more arrows, so they could only pick up the steel knife and slash Yang Ge, which made a "bell" sound, but it didn't even break the oily skin.

Shen Fa heard Yang Ge's questioning, and then felt the strength on his face, where did he not know what was going on?

He's going crazy!

It's worth it when you run so far to hit me?

Or fight in the street?

Am I a soothing envoy who doesn't want to lose face?

To let me know who leaked the news, I'm going to have to skin him!

Bastards, just bastards!

He held his head in his hands and shouted vigorously: "Tap, you fucking tap, give Lao Tzu a broken look again, Lao Tzu is not finished with you!" ”

Well?

The surrounding wrestlers were stunned when they heard his shout, and the steel knives in their hands slowed down.

This is...... There's a story!

(End of chapter)