The night is dark and the wind is urgent, and the moon is bright and the morning dew is scarce (above)

Xu Changan packed up his things and lay on the bed, but the night was so short that he was reluctant to sleep. He was afraid that when he woke up, he would have to pack his bags and leave this place, leaving the little master who cared for him silently, and leaving the hard-mouthed and soft-hearted master.

"Tossing and turning, sleeping. It's just that Xu Changan is not for a beautiful fair lady, but because of two men.

seemed to hear a noise outside, Xu Changan, who was lying on the bed, straightened up and alarmed Xiaobai next to the pillow.

A man and a cat walked out, and there was no one else in the house, and the moonlight shone through the bamboo forest, through the window, and hit the window where the master and the little master liked to sit.

There are two chairs by the window and a small square table, just enough for two people to drink tea and talk.

Xu Changan smiled when he saw this table, he had seen the little master sitting by the window, the morning sun hit his face, smiling slightly, the breeze blowing his shirt, as if the flowers bloomed in March; he had also seen the master sitting by the window, the moonlight hit his old face, illuminating every furrow on his cheeks, as if the earth had been sharpened by the wind and sand, full of the marks of time, and with a trace of sorrow. frowned, as if the world was not worth it, only the bright moon and breeze could accompany him.

Xu Changan thought about it, shook his head, and couldn't help laughing.

In front of this cheap senior brother and master, he seemed to be as dirty as a dog.

When he took the sword and asked the little master why he didn't save Chai Xintong, he was like a mad dog, and when he woke up, trembling, and stood with his head bowed in front of the master sitting here, he was like a defeated little decrepit dog, and he didn't dare to raise his head.

In front of these two people, it seems that he is just a joke to come to this world.

However, he is also very happy to be the apprentice and junior disciple of these two people, both of whom are the kind of people who care without saying anything, but act on them.

Xu Changan also knew that going out this time was an experience.

Whether it is the mysterious black-robed Grand Master or the master, they are all right, they have always been cared for by others, and this road seems to be dangerous, but it is not a big problem. My heart has gradually become dependent, the temple relies on the little master, the rivers and lakes rely on the lame and other masters, and if this continues, I really don't know when I will be able to stand alone.

And the eldest prince is just the smallest and smallest level that he goes out to experience.

He knew that the Holy Emperor would not punish him, and if his father was there, it was estimated that he would still call the Holy Emperor "uncle". He also knew that even if he was in trouble, the little master would never stand idly by.

Xu Chang'an glanced at his eyes and saw under the teapot on the small square table. There was a pile of paper under the simple and rounded teapot, Xu Changan glanced around the door of each room, and then took the pile of paper back to the room.

Xu Changan was lying on the bed, Xiaobai raised his head to look at him, and found that the master had no intention of sleeping, so he didn't care about him, made a "snoring" sound, and fell asleep.

......

Early the next morning, Xu Changan packed his bags, the sun hit the table, and the bamboo building was empty.

There were a few more things on the table, some bottles and cans, and a silver ticket.

Xu Changan looked at the fifty taels of silver ticket and felt a little sad.

These days, in the bamboo building, he eats and lives with the little master and the master, and on weekdays, he eats some porridge and cabbage, that is, yesterday, it is a send-off, and this is a big meal.

He had seen the little master's jar of silver taels, an ordinary mud irrigation, and in the days when he woke up, the little master took out some broken silver taels and copper plates from it every day to get himself a few pairs of tonics, and he had also seen the little master bend his fingers from a long distance, and with a flick of a flick, a copper coin would enter the jar.

Xu Changan still vaguely remembered that when he was in the Shizi Mansion, he asked the little master why he had such a good relationship with the King of Jin, and the little master smiled slightly and had no words. Instead, Jiang Ming put his arm around his shoulders and said to him like a joke: "Because my father-in-law is stupid and has a lot of money." ”

Although it was a joke, thinking about it now, it made Xu Changan a little sad, which also explains why the master always likes to go to the Jin Palace's mansion to play the autumn breeze when the master is not there.

If he can still go out in a dignified manner, he will rejoice in the building......

He can only think about these things, thinking that he used to make a verbal bet for a little thing, so he scattered a lot of silver tickets, eager to smoke his two big mouths.

Money is something outside the body, but when you are outside, you can know the importance of things outside the body.

He put away the silver ticket, looked at the bottles and cans, and put them away.

Xu Changan walked out of the bamboo building, Xiaobai jumped on his shoulder, he looked around, and did not find the two, so it was good, it was best to part quietly.

When he arrived at the exit of Zhugu, Xu Changan suddenly turned around, his eyes were red, he knelt down and kowtowed respectfully to Zhugu three times.

Not to mention anything else, just refer to the little master and other great masters who went to "Chang'an to lead" him without regard for their lives, and it is worth kneeling.

......

Deep in the bamboo forest.

The master and the little master saw this scene in the depths of the bamboo forest.

The middle-aged master in the green shirt rubbed his eyes, and when the master saw this, he smiled and asked, "What, reluctantly?"

The little master put on a smile.

"I don't know when I will see you again, so I'm naturally a little reluctant, he's a pure-hearted child, and I don't know what I'll meet outside. Master, aren't you reluctant?"

The master snorted coldly, and then said: "Since he came, he has disturbed me for twenty-three days, and I wish this kid would leave early." ”

looked at the hard-mouthed master, and the little master did not argue with him.

"Not only did you give him two taels of silver, but you also helped him make a plan, isn't there some border?" the Master's eyes narrowed, and he looked at the little Master.

"The disciples of Confucius Temple have never taken a penny with them when they travel all over the world, and they must not help each other in the first task of traveling, and my Confucius Temple is only to ensure that they can save their lives. ”

The little master scratched his head and said, "Master, didn't you stop it?"

The master glanced at his apprentice, and without saying anything more, he brushed his sleeves away.

Only the little master was left alone to stand in place and break his thoughts.

"If you're not reluctant, why do you come here to peek like I do. ”

As soon as the words fell, I saw a bamboo leaf flying from nowhere and nailed to the bamboo in front of the little master.

The little master glanced at the depths of the bamboo forest with disgust, scolded "strange old man", and left.

......

Before noon, there was an inconspicuous scribe in Chang'an City.

He was swarthy, dressed in a white shirt, which was also the lowest kind of fabric, looking crumpled, holding a somewhat worn fan, and walked to the door of Huanxi Building.

The poor scribe peeked in, and saw a woman standing at the counter with a big belly, surrounded by a circle of people waiting cautiously.

The poor sour scribe smiled, looked at his stomach, and thought that Xue Pan, a stinky boy, would soon be a father, and he originally planned to be the godfather of this child, and take a majestic name, but now, hey!

This poor sour scribe is naturally Xu Chang'an.

The bottles and jars that the little master gave him were all things to be used in makeup, he learned a little from Jiang Ming when he was in Yuezhou, and when he came back, he pondered it, and changed his clothes, unless he was extremely close to someone, others couldn't tell the difference.

"Brother, what are you looking at at the door?"

The two guards wearing Huanxi Lou's clothes walked over and grabbed Xu Chang'an, who was looking in.

"Nothing. Xu Changtai looked frightened and hurriedly waved his hand.

"It's best not to have any thoughts about this building, this is Zhongyihou's property, although Zhongyihou is gone, but his brother Lord Xue of the Royal Forest Army is still there!"

When Xu Changan heard this, he hurriedly compensated and left quickly.

Thinking about it, Xue Pan also officially entered the Royal Forest Army, so Xu Changan was also at ease.

He also wanted to go to see Chai Xintong, and heard that he was an official, but in the end he held back, he was afraid that he would be recognized.

Xu Changan took a look at Huanxi Building, and then went directly back to the inconspicuous inn.

He unfolded the pile of paper he held on the Zhugu table, which marked the location of the guards of the Dali Temple, wrote the time of the rotation of the guards, and even pointed out how to sneak into the Dali Temple.

Xu Changan thought about it and gave up the method inside.

He closed his eyes, the mana in his body flowed, and now he had cleared all the tricks, and his mana flow was more rounded, and his middle index fingers merged, and a little forward, a sword qi hit the copper basin, and a small hole appeared on the copper basin.

Xu Changan didn't bring burning and Xiaobai, these two things were too obvious.

He burned and buried it outside the city, let Xiaobai watch, and entered the city alone.

Xu Changan also went to the teahouse just now to listen to the news, and the teahouse is the place with the most news.

The people who go to the teahouse are not romantic talents, nor high-ranking officials and nobles, but old and young masters who write broken mouths.

He got an important piece of information in the teahouse, and after hearing that the newly appointed Chai Daqin sent the three envoys to judge the prince every day, many people said that it was a personal vendetta in the communiqué.

Xu Changan thought about it, and after deciding to have a child, he went to try his luck.

......

When the child is young, the moon is like water, and there are almost no people on the street, except for the old men who play the watch will occasionally pass by, not to mention the door of Dali Temple.

A drunk man staggered around the gate of Dali Temple, covered in the smell of alcohol.

After a short time, the door of Dali Temple opened, and four officials wearing official robes walked out, one of whom respectfully saw off the other three.

Naturally, it was Luo Shaohua who gave away, these days, Chai Xintong didn't know what was crazy, and he raided and interrogated the eldest prince day and night, and the problem was that the three of them didn't dare to let this Lord Qincha meet with the eldest prince alone, who didn't want that day's events to happen again, so he could only accompany him all the time.

Luo Shaohua watched the three of them leave and stretched his waist, he hadn't moved his body for several days.

He waved his hand and dispersed the guards beside him, intending to go to Pingkangfang to rest for a while.

He had just taken a few steps when a drunk man crashed into him.

Luo Shaohua was already a little irritable these days, and pushed the drunk man to the ground.

Unexpectedly, the drunk man immediately stood up and began to tear Luo Shaohua's clothes.

"Go home...... Got home...... Huh, this ......" The drunk man burped, full of alcohol, and tore the clothes on Luo Shaohua's chest.

"Door...... Why can't it be opened?"

Luo Shaohua was a little helpless, and when he went out, he met the drunkard, he pushed the drunkard away, and the drunkard pounced on him unyieldingly. The guards at the gate of Dali Temple saw this scene and hurriedly stepped forward to pull the drunkard and Luo Shaohua away.

Luo Shaohua looked at the drunkard, kicked him, and said, "Bad luck, put him in prison, pour cold water, and teach him a lesson." ”

The guard nodded, since the Siqing of Dali Temple had ordered, he naturally had to do it.

"By the way, tell the jailers that there should be no skin injuries, they have a lot of methods, pad books or something. Also, Chen Shi sobered him up before and threw him out, so that Chai Xintong and Xue Zhengwu would not see it. ”

After finishing speaking, he scolded and left.

......

On the street corner, an old homeless man sleeps in the shadows in tattered clothes

When the old homeless man saw this, he had a stick of grass in his mouth.

"Stinky boy, there's a way!"

At this time, midnight had passed, the night was dark and the wind was high, and the wind was fierce in the evening, and a dark cloud was blown by the wind, blocking the bright moon.

"The moon is dark and the wind is high, it's time to kill!"

The old tramp stretched his waist, revealing a short knife at his waist.