"Ugh."

Zhou Li looked at the only crucian carp in the fish basket, looked uncertain, and sighed: "It's troublesome." ”

"It's a big problem."

The old pedant glanced at his empty fish basket and said with a smile: "But there is still good news." ”

"If the good news is that you're going to snatch my fish away, I'll jump in and nest right now."

"Can you have some basic trust in me?"

The old pedant was a little speechless, adjusted a little, and said solemnly:

"The good news is that with the help of Princess Yuli, we can try to take the initiative instead of being beaten all the time."

"Huh?"

Zhou Li raised his eyebrows, narrowed his eyes, and said, "You are talking ······"

"That's right."

A treacherous smile appeared on the old pedant's face, and he stroked his long beard and said slowly:

"With me in Beiliang, if Mrs. Golden Snake dares to attack, I will make her return defeated. But you can't stay in Beiliang for the rest of your life, and I can't protect you for the rest of your life. Moreover, the test of your immortal gourd will not slow down. ”

"If there is Princess Yuli, when the time is ripe, you can take the initiative to attack and catch them off guard."

After a pause, the old scholar sighed and said calmly: "Now that there are many unreliable people in the court, what you have to do is to try to become stronger while my old bones can still protect you." ”

"Don't bother."

Tang Wan on the side shook her head, she didn't have the stupidity of the past at this time, and her eyes were full of frost.

"Let Zhou Li and Sister Tao Yao go back to Tangmen with me, that's enough."

At this time, Tang Guan's expression was indifferent, and his white hair was as cold as a snow waterfall. She looked at the banks of the Weishui River and said calmly:

"The dignified young master of the Tang Sect, if I can't even protect my best friend, I am insulting this surname."

"Huh."

The old scholar stared at Tang Guan's face for a moment, and found that even though she had become what she was now, she still coincided with the lonely and indifferent young master of the Tang family in her memory.

Except for gender.

"I got it."

Zhou Li patted Tang Guan's shoulder and said with a smile: "However, I'm afraid that you will be beaten on the ground by your father when you go back, and I'm afraid that you won't be able to get off the stage." ”

"It's okay."

Tang Wan shook his head and said resolutely: "My grandfather must beat me first, my father can't rob him." ”

You're pretty proud.

"Okay, Tang Guan, it's not that you don't know Zhou Li."

Shaking his head, the old scholar smiled and said: "If he wants to make a living, the young man who is most likely to become the champion of Beiliang Taixue will not kill the prime minister's son, trigger the abacus case, and ruin his official body." ”

"It's all in the past, what do you mention him?"

Zhou Li smiled, unconcerned about this appalling thing.

If it was just an abacus case back then, if he just killed the county official and beheaded the thief, Zhou Li would still study in Taixue, and he would still be the most likely student of Beiliang to become the champion.

However, the prime minister's son, who planned everything and lent money to force Zhou Li's classmate to death, just to covet his classmate's sister, was not on that list.

Tang Wan still remembers that at dusk and sunset that day, the afterglow mixed with blood sprinkled on the city gate of Beiliang. The son, dressed in luxurious silk and satin, with a face like jade, took the girl's hand with a smile, completely ignoring the tears that gradually fell on the back of his hand, and swaggered through the sea of blood of the abacus case.

He did it so cleanly, so clean that no one had any evidence that he did it, and of course, he didn't dare to have it. After all, he was the son of Fang Ru, the prime minister of the dynasty, and even Dali Temple did not dare to press him into prison.

This is a demonstration, but also a mockery. He laughed at the students on the side of the street for not being able to do their best, and laughed at all their efforts, but they still couldn't reach their status. And he stood in the middle of the street, stepping on the blood flowers, leading the weeping maiden, and walked freely.

At sunset, when it seemed that everything was going to be calm, Zhou Li appeared.

At the end of the street, Zhou Li stepped on the human skin of the county official and walked out slowly. He looked at the son, looked at the prime minister's most beloved son, who was above 10,000 people under one person, with his back to the dusk, and took off the jade plate of Taixue.

Then, it was a knife that shocked 1,356 people in the capital.

Until the moment when the corpse was separated, the prime minister's son didn't believe that Zhou Li would really cut this knife.

That night, five hundred royal forest troops gathered at the Beiliang City Gate, and Prime Minister Fang Ru led his whole body with dragon and tiger spirit, galloping for 3,000 miles, holding a sword to kill Zhou Li.

Then, there was the old pedant's three arrows that pierced the moon in the sky.

No one knows what happened after those three arrows, and no one knows why the old scholar has never left Beiliang City since. This incident gradually became the talk of people's mouths, and in the end, it became an unknown history.

Yes, it's just a genius who disappeared from Taixue, and a group of young men who left angrily. Since then, Beiliang Taixue has been in a slump, and few talents have appeared.

Breaking free from the memories, Zhou Li looked at the old scholar in front of him, and said with a faint smile: "You'd better live for a while with your old bones, otherwise I won't even have a chance to give you a chance to retire and send you to the end of your life, aren't you a big loss?" ”

"Flim Flam."

Looking at Tang Guan, who was silent on the side, the old scholar smiled and said, "If you stay, stay." If you want to go back to the Tang Gate, I will repair a book, and your father and grandfather will not pursue you. ”

"I haven't eaten any fish yet."

After a pause, Tang Guan snorted lightly and said, "Don't go." ”

"Hahaha, you kid."

The old scholar laughed, then he looked at Zhou Li and said with relief: "In this case, let's meet Princess Yuli today, and catch up with old friends." ”

"Old friends catching up?"

Zhou Li and Tang Guan were a little puzzled, because they didn't know the so-called Princess Yuli at all. And the old pedant just had an indescribable expression, which made Zhou Li and Tang Guan angrily roll up their sleeves.

"Huh?"

At this moment, the empty fish basket appeared in Zhou Li's sight. He rolled his eyes, a bright smile appeared on his face, and he spoke:

"Dear old pedant, you are imitating Jiang Taiweng in ancient times, using the allusion of not being able to catch a fish to remind us to go with the flow, even if the hook is straight, can you get what you want?"

"Of course not."

Tang Guan, who was on the side, held his heart and said melodiously like a singing opera: "Our old pedant can't bear to hurt the cute crucian carp, and wants to become the god of fish, but he actually feeds the fish when he fishes on the surface." ”

Looking at the two of them singing and harmonizing, yin and yang, the old pedant really couldn't help it. He stood up directly, looked at the calm water, and said angrily:

"Grandma's, I suspect someone is electrifying fish."

"Huh?"

Then, Zhou Li and Tang Wan watched the old scholar take a few arrow steps and went directly to the upper reaches of the river. A moment later, carrying a pig-headed man with a blue nose and swollen face, the old pedant fell in front of Zhou Li and the others. He shook his hand casually and said viciously:

"I'll just tell me why the I can't catch a fish, it turns out that there is an electric fish guy who is getting in the way."

"Uh."

Looking at the man in front of him who couldn't recognize his parents who were beaten, but the temperament of reasoning still lingered, Zhou Li twitched the corners of his mouth, raised his head, and hesitated:

"Is it possible, we know this one."

"Huh?"

The old scholar was stunned for a moment, then mentioned the pig-headed young man, looked at it, and exclaimed:

"Hou Jue?!"

"Oune's hand, good man."

Hou Jue, who was beaten and confused, said nonsense.

(End of chapter)