Li Wei'an has not seen any trace of the old Taoist priest in the past few days, and there are more than 40 restaurants in the city, but none of them have fallen, and the old Taoist priest is still missing.

Could it be that he went to Jiangnan alone? Not to mention, when Li Wei'an and the old Taoist priest came to the Great Song Dynasty, they kept saying that they wanted to go to Jiangnan to have a look, and listening to the old Taoist priest's words, there is wine and many beauties in Jiangnan.

"From this to the south, it is the Great Song Dynasty, the Great Song Dynasty to the south, there is warmth, moisture, tea cakes, there are songs, it is the water town in the south of the Yangtze River. ”

This was what his mother had told him when she was in bed, and that day it was snowing outside, but it melted as soon as it touched the window.

There is no snow now, only the cold autumn wind.

Today he packed his luggage, had already said goodbye to the emperor, rode a black horse, and led the old Taoist priest's horse in his hand.

The city of Bianjing is still stable and peaceful, there are still many traders on the road, and there are some patrolling soldiers, and the merchants and passers-by will pick up some dry food, and then go to the north and south states and counties to sell.

I don't know where a dark cloud floated in the sky, just floating above Li Wei'an's head, it rained, fortunately he brought an oil-paper umbrella to cover his head against the wind and rain.

The surrounding dealers also covered a large piece of cowhide on the stove and hid under the shops on the side, and the pedestrians on the road were in a hurry, hurrying home, and no one stayed at the stone bridge for a while, and the two officials in the official office also felt that the cold wind was swishing in their ears.

"Do you think it's too cold, it's not winter yet, it's so cold, and I don't know how cold this year's winter will be. ”

The messenger sat down at the entrance of the yamen, no one at this time, and it would not be good to sit for a while, not far from the stone bridge at the entrance of the yamen, a young man led a black horse, sitting on another black horse, and the messenger saw it and muttered: "Someone must be freezing to death and starving to death, I heard that the official family is now guarding Zhang Meiren every night, and the doctors of the Taiyi Bureau are all guarding Zhang Meiren." ”

"Zhang Meiren can't say how evil she is, it's just that her body is too weak, she gets sick every year, and she is weak every day, and she doesn't know how beautiful Zhang Meiren should be. ”

"Hide, don't let this rain fall. The official reminded him that when his colleagues saw that the wind was so strong, it even blew into the rain, and a few drops fell on his shoes, "At this time, I am drenched, and if I don't go back to the hot soup to wash my body, I won't need to get a cold wind on the next day." ”

Indeed, no one on the street wanted to get drenched in the rain, and in a short time there was no one to be seen on the huge royal street, and even the stall owner of the shop put out the stove and hid in the shop.

The autumn rain is a cold wind, even Li Wei'an, who has always been active, also feels a little cool, the street is depressed, only he is alone leading the horse, Yunzhou's horse has always been not afraid of rain, and it was also cheerful in the rain in the past, this rain is inexplicably cold, it is this dark horse who is used to the northern climate, and it is also trembling at the moment.

"Chao Qianxiu said that he crossed Wu'an, and the flower clothes were full of tassels and snow. Yuqiao Lake is now repairing a thousand gardens, singing and singing songs as Jionghan. ”

"In the west, Dijon Hill has been successful, and the Northern Expedition III has been decided. The non-smiling hundred tribes are different, and the beautiful women behind the wall meet each other. ”

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Someone was drunk and singing in the rain, the poem didn't know what he meant, the poem sounded very good, Li Wei'an looked at the past, only saw a man with a cloak scattered, swaying with long sleeves, carrying an old sword, covered in mud, I don't know if I fell in the mud somewhere.

"Wei Zhengjue?" Li Wei'an recognized who this person was, it was Daoist Wei who had not been seen for many days, his appearance at the moment was extremely depressed, his crown did not know where to go, and the Taoist robe on his body was also dirty, so he hurriedly called him a few times.

The old Taoist priest didn't know how much wine he drank, he looked drunk, and walked towards him with a twist, Li Wei'an called him, and he didn't squeak.

"Didn't you pretend to be a ghost in the city all day long, and call Li Li's nobles to beat him?" Li Wei'an thought, this old man did set up a hexagram stall in the city, and he also saw someone go to the stall to ask about the feng shui of the house and the future marriage, among which there are officials, and there are also businessmen on the rich side, who are not sure if it is really as he thought, he was recognized and beaten up, which is also possible.

Li Wei'an stepped forward and grabbed the shoulder of the old Taoist, the old Taoist priest was leaning down, and two copper plates fell from his big sleeves. Li Wei'an hurriedly picked it up and wiped the rain on his head.

"Beauty...... Wine, another bowl of wine, another bowl. Daoist Wei drank too much wine, and his whole body was full of heavy wine, and Li Wei'an also noticed that he was still holding a wine gourd in one sleeve, and there was not a drop of wine left in it.

"Stinky Taoist, wake up, wake up Young Master Ben. ”

The old Taoist priest raised his eyes to look at him, lowered his eyes again, staggered to the side of the wall, and sat on the water.

Li Wei'an didn't catch it, he also sat down on the ground, quickly stood up and patted the water stains on his buttocks, and said with some anger: "Daoist Wei, stand up for me!"

Li Wei'an pulled it with all his might, and the old Taoist priest sat there, and forcibly dragged him, a young man who looked very thin, from the ground.

"Don't drag my feet, young master, I still want to go to Jiangnan. Li Wei'an helped the old Taoist priest onto the dark horse and said.

The old Taoist priest was still whispering and drowsy, his face lying on the back of the horse, and he was singing poetry.

Li Wei'an sat on the horse, took a sip of wine, and the oil-paper umbrella was stained with water, he knew very well to take care of the elderly, and he was alone in the rain, and put the umbrella in Wei Zhengjue's hand, Wei Zhengjue fell asleep, and the oil-paper umbrella in his hand was always swaying in his hand, and it would not fall to the ground.

Not to mention, the rain on this day was really cold, Li Wei'an's clothes were wet, the rain soaked through his clothes, and it flowed to his neck, the wind blew, it was cold and swishing, making people feel that it was winter, and the snow was about to fall.

There is no one on the long street, but there is a pair of men and women sitting on the pavilion and joking, the wind and rain let the pavilion shelter, and I saw a handsome young man passing by, and I also looked over.

The dark horse of Yunzhou is tall and mighty, Li Wei'an looks even weaker when he sits on it, he looks at the water, there are a few small swimming fish in the water shuttling back and forth, and he can also see a lot of green algae floating on the water, there are jumping insects in the water, and he can't see what it is, the raindrops fall on it, splashing a little water mark.

The wind and clouds surged, a red cloud blew from the wall, the red rain fell, several Beijing soldiers guarding the city sat and chatted, someone saw it, and pointed to the air in surprise.

An old man stepped into the air, dressed in blue and white, with white hair, carrying a sword and a long wooden box, like a nether immortal.

The old man stepped into the air and crossed the ten-zhang high city wall of Bianjing City, and his whole body was burning with a breath of true qi, and the rain fell, and it steamed away when it fell to the corner, and he looked at it, more like an old fairy.

The old man was not arrogant or impatient, he came slowly, and with every step he took, a large footprint would sink on the masonry on the ground.

It was clear that he was still angry when he went down the mountain, Lu Weisheng didn't expect to arrive in Bianjing City, but at this moment he was no longer so angry, but walked slowly.

At his point, in a fit of anger, many things change, and he can change cause and effect, and cause and effect affect his own thoughts.

When he went down the mountain, he was full of chivalrous bones, even if it was miserable and bitter, he just smiled faintly.

Now he has a higher realm, and many things are no longer thought so casually.

That person was the Emperor of the Great Song Dynasty after all, and no matter how much he disdained the Zhao family, he would not kill him.

Someone hurriedly passed through the customs and reported to the Imperial City Division, and the Imperial City Division hurriedly transferred people into the Imperial City to report. The emperor was talking about the frontier war with the palace chiefs Qin and Li Chun, and it was raining outside, so they played chess in the rainy night.

Qi Shangqian, the front of the hall, walked in with a hunched waist, holding a yellow page in his hand, leaned to the side of the palace chief Qin and whispered a few words, the expression under the palace chief Qin's mask changed, his brows furrowed slightly, and he disappeared in a flash, Li Chun, who was playing chess with the emperor, glanced at the remaining remnants of the palace chief Qin, snorted coldly, got up and saluted the emperor, the emperor was stunned, only to see that Li Chun also turned into a red figure and flew out of the hall, in the entire hall, except for the emperor and Zhang Maoze, only Qi Shangqian, who had only entered the hall below.

"What's wrong?" the Emperor asked.

"Your Majesty, the big man on Qingyun Mountain, has come down the mountain. Qi Shangqian said.

The palace chief Qin took a step first, stopped under the arch, the imperial city division outside the hall had already gathered in one place, the rain was heavy, the wind was blowing, and the brocade clothes under the iron armor of the imperial city division were hunted by the wind.

The steel knife is held, and there is some residual heat.

Li Chun also arrived, this adult was the first time to appear holding a blade in his hand, many people from the Imperial City Division looked sideways, the commander Li Chun, never carried a blade when he went out, and he didn't know if there was a change in a big red official robe, even his casual clothes were also red.

"The one who came, but the master of the Lingtian Gate of Qingyun Mountain, Lu Weisheng Lu was a senior. Li Chun said, full of energy, the old man in front of him did not approach at all, the old man walked very slowly, and walked slowly in the rain.

Lu Weisheng raised his head, he was no longer as tall as he was when he was young, his figure was also a little stiffer, and his blue and white clothes were still the cultural ornaments of Qingyun Mountain, and he slowly stretched out his hand.

Seeing that the old man didn't speak, Li Chun took a step ahead of him and pulled out the knife in his hand, the Mo knife of the Tang Dynasty, cut it in half, and re-forged it by a famous craftsman.

People will definitely not be wrong, the people of the Imperial City Division, the people of the forbidden army, the front division of the palace, the ministers of the court and the big people, all have set up secret posts at the foot of Qingyun Mountain, and some of the secret whistles have directly entered the outer door, for many years, Lu Weisheng's appearance has also been painted countless times back to Beijing.

If it was in the past, Lu Weisheng came to the door, it must be unclear whether he was an enemy or a friend, but at this point, the emperor intercepted and killed the disciples of Qingyun Mountain, or the eight disciples of Lu Weisheng, He Xiao, whether they were enemies or friends, and now it is very clear.

The palace chief Qin stood at the arch, standing quietly with Li Chun and waiting for the old man to respond, but the old man just walked over step by step, and the people of the Imperial City Division already had two teams of people bending their bows and arrows, and the arrows were not born, and it only took a gesture from the palace chief Qin, and there would be thousands of arrows flying over, shooting the people on the street into hedgehogs.

The sound of the rain is getting louder and louder, and there is a faint sound of horses galloping, which is deafening, and Bianjing City is so loud that many people hide in the quilt and feel that the foundation of the house is trembling.

Eight horses in a column, like a torrent, countless cavalry poured out from both sides of the royal street, the riders were armed with iron spears, this kind of throwing spears can penetrate the brick wall as soon as they are thrown, on the battlefield, the knights control the horses, with horsepower, as long as they are shot, a gun can often penetrate two or three people.

It's just that the old man still approached on his own, and the red sword behind his back slowly came out of its sheath, and the true qi attached to it, revealing a blood-colored light.