When I entered the town, it was just after noon, and it was very difficult to invest in a store without thinking about it. I changed three or four stores in a row, but not only did I not have a separate courtyard, but I couldn't find three or four clean rooms. Qu Lingyu has only been able to settle so far, and he has asked for three rooms that can be seen, but it is inevitable that there will be unhappiness.

The little second brother said: "Girl, you must have come from a long way, and you don't know the rules of Wujiang Town, so you will dislike the house." ”

Qu Lingyu said: "It turns out that according to the rules of your Wujiang Town, the guest rooms have to be made like this?

The little second brother said: "Miss, I didn't dare to say that, I just wanted to persuade you to be old, I didn't mean anything else." I still have to be busy with tea, I can't tell you more, if you want to know, then ask someone else. "I'm leaving.

Qu Lingyu said: "I don't care if you're busy or not, I just want to ask you." Although the words were vicious, he said to Chu Qingliu: "Senior brother, I will lend you two coins of silver." ”

Chu Qingliu took out a little bit of broken silver, and there were more than one or two about it, handed it over to the little second-hand, and said, "If you ask a few words, it won't delay you much." ”

Xiao Er worked hard for a month, and he may not be able to leave a silver tael behind. Holding the broken silver in his hand, without waiting for anyone to ask, he said endlessly: "Our Wujiang Town is a very famous place, and Xiang Yu, the overlord of Western Chu who can afford to hold up the big ding, died here. Not only died here, but also buried here, not only buried here, people also built a temple for him. After repairing the ----", it seems that if you don't say a few words, you can't stand the silver in your hand.

Qu Lingyu said: "Needless to say, it's so verbose. ”

Xiao Er said: "Tomorrow is the fourth day of the fifth month, it is the Poppy Festival, and guests from near and far will come to the temple, so there will be no clean room, that's it." "To be brief, it's really short.

Qu Lingyu said: "What is the connection between this Poppy Festival and Xiangwang Temple?"

Xiao Er said: "Yu Meiren is Yu Ji----- overlord farewell concubine." ”

Qu Lingyu didn't believe it: "The defeat of the Chu Overlord was on the fourth day of the fifth month?"

Xiao Er said: "Miss, you are wrong, Yu Meiren met the overlord of Chu on the fourth day of the fifth month. ”

Qu Lingyu said: "Nonsense! How did you calculate this day?"

Xiao Er said: "It's not calculated, how can this be calculated? This has been passed down from generation to generation." ”

Qu Lingyu ignored him anymore, waved him away, and immediately refreshed himself, and said, "Senior brother, we won't leave tomorrow, and we have also come to celebrate this Poppy Day." You Song Realm people are really good at making trouble, if you are so hollow out, I really don't know how many festivals will be made. ”

Since Zhang Yuan, Wu Hao, and Qu Guanghan cried and drank bitterly in the small Xiangwang Temple on the border of the Xia and Song Dynasties in the northwest, the two of them had more thoughts about Xiang Wang than ordinary people. Now that he has come to the place where he refuses to cross the river and pull his sword to kill himself, he has to pay homage to everything, not to mention that there is such a fun festival? Chu Qingliu naturally said yes.

After breakfast the next day, the two of them and the second maid branched, inquired all the way, and came to the Phoenix Mountain in the south of the town. The mountain is not high and dangerous, the two have seen the Tang Dynasty seven-character "West Chu Overlord Shrine" seal, worshiped the statue of the overlord poppy, and then sat on the Xiang Pavilion slightly, then passed through the courtyard, to go to the shrine to worship the overlord's clothes and tomb.

The overlord refused to cross the river, and died in a quick battle, and his body was divided by the pursuers. What was buried in Wujiang was only the remains and bloody clothes, so it had to be called a clothed mound.

There are a lot of tourists, and there are quite a lot of women. Qu Lingyu said: "Senior brother, you say it's not weird, yesterday I said that they were hollowing out their minds, but today I think that it is not a bad thing to have such a poppy festival." ”

Chu Qingliu said: "If it's a bad thing, this festival won't be prosperous." On the day that the overlord met Yu Ji, maybe the overlord was just a shunmin under the rule of Emperor Qin, with no name, and he wandered around alone, and Yu Ji was just like Xi Shi who made a yarn or picked mulberry, who would give them a record of the day? Even they themselves may not be able to remember. It is precisely because no one remembers that it is more contemplative. ”

Sighing all the way, when I came to the backyard, I saw that the tomb of King Xiang was very small, not only could not be as big as a hill like the tombs of the emperors of the past dynasties, but it was also quite inferior to the rich families of the giant room. The two stood in the crowd and saluted to the rectangular mound, and were about to leave the mountain to pursue the famous Wujiang River. If you can find the Gudu battlefield again and swim freely, it will be worth the trip.

After only a few steps, a person suddenly stumbled straight over. Whether he hit someone or someone hit him, he ignored it, let others push and shove, let others mock him, but he had to stop from time to time, raise the sprinkling altar in his hand to take a sip, and then crash forward. When everyone saw that it was a drunkard, they didn't bother with him, but gave way.

Chu Qingliu pulled Qu Lingyu to the side, and Qu Lingyu smiled and said, "Let's take a detour to this drunk man today, senior brother, it seems that you are right to drink less." ”

Chu Qingliu said, "It's not that I want to drink less, I can't drink more." ”

The drunkard was about thirty-one or twelve years old, with a fair complexion and soft hands. Looking at the clothes, he was a scholar and a literati, but he didn't know why he got drunk, and he didn't know why he bumped into King Xiang's tomb.

When the man came to the grave, he leaned over and sat down in front of the grave, threw away the jar of wine, and hid his face with his hands, and began to weep. When he cried enough, he got up and hugged the stone tablet in front of the grave, half relying on and half hugging, and called out several times "King, King", crying: "You were born out of phase, you can lift the crown, kill more than one million Qin soldiers, but you can't win the world." I miss Du Mo, the article is splendid, and the calligraphy is outstanding, but I can't be a jinshi or an official, this bullshit is too eye-opening?"

Qu Lingyu whispered: "As long as he has the guts, I will take him to the Xia Kingdom or the Liao Kingdom, and let Uncle Zhang and Uncle Wu help him get a petty official." ”

Chu Qingliu said: "If he can go to King Xiang's tomb and cry, he should still have some courage." ”

Du Mo cried: "Your army, the king, you are defeated, and there is still a Yu Ji by your side." I failed three subjects in a row, and when I returned home, one of my wives also remarried someone else. ”

Qu Lingyu said: "I can't help him anymore." ”

After Du Mo finished crying, he was stunned, and suddenly hit his head against the monument, and the blood on his forehead suddenly flowed down. Du Mo stretched out his tongue and licked the blood, let go of his hand, pointed his fingers, and scolded: "Bullshit! Bullshit! Bullshit scientific research, bullshit articles, bullshit official positions, bullshit wives! It's all bullshit, I, Du Mo, am also bullshit, you are also bullshit, and you are also bullshit! Your spiritual shrine is also bullshit!"

As he spoke, his feet were weak, he fell to his knees, and muttered "bullshit" in his mouth.

After he made such a fuss, there were more onlookers, and they were almost unable to insert their feet, and they were not stable. In the midst of the uproar, the three temple congratulators finally squeezed in front of Du Mo, and wanted to get him away from the grave, so as not to disturb the festival. One said: "Xiucai, Lord Xiang is a martial artist, but no matter what is in the article, if you fail the scientific examination, you should go to the Temple of Literature to cry, you have entered the wrong temple gate." "This is obviously a mockery.

One said: "You just talk nonsense here, some words are forbidden, if it is spread to the government, your show will be over, go home and cry, don't take us tired." "It's a good thing to say.

As he spoke, he had to frame Dummer hard. Du Mo said: "You dog thieves, this king's tomb is really your family's fault? You fence this tomb for profit, all of them are fat-headed and big-eared, I can't cry twice, is there any reason for this?"

As soon as the three temple wishes heard that Du Mo would talk about this taboo thing, they immediately started a fire, tightened their hands, and really hit Du Mo a few times by pulling. Du Mo was furious, and he hugged a temple priest by the neck with both hands, and took a bite in his face.

One temple zhu screamed in pain, two temple zhu exclaimed, and the three of them put their hands and feet together and killed Du Mo.

Chu Qingliu was about to step forward to save people, when a monk came to the field, stretched out his hand to pull the three temple wishes away one by one, and said, "No need to fight anymore, it's enough." ”

The monk turned his back to Chu Qingliu and Qu Lingyu, and the two of them couldn't see his face. Judging from the back, this monk was very weak, his steps were a little unsteady, and it took him a lot of strength to open the three fierce young and strong temple wishes, and he was a little short of breath when he spoke.

How could the temple zhu who had been bitten be willing to stop there? When he was about to rush up, the old monk pushed him on his back, and the temple zhu rushed out a few steps before he could stand on his feet, and although he did not fall, he did not dare to rush up again. This hand pushing the boat down the river is naturally not worth mentioning in the eyes of Chu and Qu, but they also know that if this old monk is not sick, he really has the skills of a first-class dart master.

The old monk came to Du Mo's side, leaned over to wipe the blood from his face, and said: "Xiucai, there are too many people in the world who can't get into the soil, and you are not the only one." I've also taken the exam for many years, but I didn't get into the Jinshi, isn't this also coming?"

When Qu Lingyu heard this, he said in a low voice: "This old monk is Uncle Zhang, how could he leave home?"

Chu Qingliu said: "Even if it is really Mr. Zhang Yuan, there is no need to go over here." Wait until he finishes talking and persuade Dummer to speak. ”

The old monk said: "I was also a good writer back then, and I could still say a word, but I couldn't pass the exam, so what is the way? Can you still fight with the examiner?"

"I didn't pass the exam, but later I still became an official, and the official did not do a small job. Let me tell you, this official is really not that easy to do. Think about it, if it was easy to do, would Tao Zhugong still resign from the official and take Xi Shi to retreat? ”

"Your wife remarries, that is, your fate is over, what is there to cry about? You are only this age, as long as you are ambitious and talented, there is nothing you can do. After becoming famous, are you still worried that no woman will marry you?"

"If you insist on crying again after hearing these words from me, you will be a fool. You come with me, I have nothing to do today, so I will say a few more words to you, even if I compare the article, I will let you know that what I said is not a lie. Right now, I'm just a wandering monk, after today, even you can't recognize me, I can't recognize you, and I've said it, so don't pay attention. He took out a few taels of silver and handed it to the bitten Miaozhu, pulled Du Mo up, and walked to the front yard.

The old monk pulled Du Mo, went all the way out of the mountain gate, and came to a secluded place, Chu Qingliu Qu Lingyu hid from a distance and peeked.

The old monk put one hand on Du Mo's shoulder, and talked endlessly, probably because his body was weak, and he stopped several times to catch his breath. After talking for a long time, Dummer gradually lost his strengths, bowed his head and obeyed orders, and finally bowed to the ground and kowtowed.

Qu Lingyu said, "Senior brother, what do you think Uncle Zhang will say to this Du Mo?"

Chu Qingliu said: "How can I guess this? But these words must be there: My name is Zhang Yuan, and I failed in the three subjects in a certain year and a certain year, and I was dethroned by others during the palace examination, so I don't want it." After arriving in the Xia Kingdom, he became the Taishi and the Minister of State, and fought a certain big battle. You see, I can't get into the Jinshi with such skills, so it can be seen that this scientific examination is also very muddy. If you're angry with a bastard, aren't you just a bastard? So, if you're a smart person and you don't pass the exam, then go and do something else. ”

Du Mo kowtowed, took his leave, and the old monk stood in place with his eyes slightly closed and gasping. Chu Qingliu and Qu Lingyu came closer, and saw that it was not Zhang Yuan, but who was it? Qu Lingyu said: "Great monk, what magic method did you use to ignite that crazy Xiucai just now?"

Zhang Yuan opened his eyes and saw Qu Chu and the others, he was very surprised, and said, "Quick, help me find a place to sit." ”

The two helped him sit down, Chu Qingliu took out a Blue Water Shark Bile Pill and fed it to him, and Zhang Yuan's energy recovered slightly. Qu Lingyu asked Zhang Yuan not to settle down in the inn in the town, but to live in a small boat by the river, and the two escorted him back to the boat. The two servants were also dressed as monks, and brought tea and Zhang Yuan's medicine, and then retreated to the shore to facilitate the three of them to talk.

Zhang Yuan took a dose of medicine, and he was much stronger, and said: "When I went to the mountain in the morning, it was not so laborious. Pulling with those three temples to celebrate this pull, but the original form was revealed. ”

Qu Lingyu said: "Uncle Zhang, is it true or false that you are a monk?"

Zhang Yuandao: "Naturally, it's fake, how can it be true?" intermittently explained the reason for Qing Donglai's origin.

In the battle of Dingchuan Village, Xia Sheng and Song were defeated. Zhang Yuan knew that the Xia State would no longer be able to invade the south after that, and it was impossible to use the power of the Xia State to overthrow Zhao Song and restore the old Zhou, coupled with the recurrence of back sores, his morale was extremely depressed. After sending the pigeon newspaper to Qu Guanghan, he told Yuan Hao to leave the east and did not return to Xingqing with the army.

He said that he wanted to come east to visit the Ming doctor, but Yuan Hao couldn't refuse it, and gave him a lot of silver taels for his travel expenses. Xia Guo sent troops to win the battle this time, and there were a lot of captives, and speaking of which, it was also Zhang Yuan's credit.

Zhang Yuan only brought two henchmen and servants, and he did not take the secluded path, but took the avenue. As soon as he crossed the border of the Xia and Song dynasties, he shaved off his Xia Guo hair and dressed up as a monk. Of course, this is for the convenience of travel, but he really doesn't like the kind of braided hair in Xia Guo, and he feels ashamed to return to his hometown like this.

Along the way, from Weizhou to Chang'an, from Chang'an to Bianjing, it is a sad place. Two months ago, he wrote an article late at night to scold Zhao Song, saying that he wanted to "sweep the leaves like the west wind, come to Weishui in person, and go directly to Chang'an", and also buy wine in Bianjing, "invite the fathers and elders of the Central Plains to conspire to get drunk".

He hated every grass and tree in the city of Tokyo, so he naturally refused to enter the city. I only looked at the high ground outside the city from afar, sighed, and turned my head to the north, wanting to go to Qujia Dazhai. After walking not far, I heard passers-by talk about the Yishan Green Terrace, and learned that Wu Baoqi was to avenge Su Xianbai and Qu Dingxiang to the end, and the coffin had gone south along the Yihe River Canal, looking back at Haizhuang for burial.

His life's plans have come to naught, and he is seriously ill, and if he gets this murderous drain again, it will be even more difficult to solve than others. He no longer went north, but hired a boat to go down the Bianhe River and rushed to Chuzhou, hoping to catch up with the coffin of his old friend and send him to the funeral in person. But hurrying and hurrying, he still fell behind Chu Qingliu, and when he walked to Wujiang Town, according to the date, he knew that he couldn't catch up anymore, so he didn't hurry anymore.

With Zhang Yuan's knowledge, he naturally knew that this Wujiang River was the Wujiang River that the overlord had killed himself, and he couldn't stop going ashore to take a look. But he didn't know that there was a poppy festival, and he didn't expect that there would be a Du Moti who couldn't try to come to King Xiang's grave and cry bitterly.