"How many people have been buried under this Pyropathy. ”

The official road was noisy with pedestrians, and the cicadas were singing one after another, Lu Liangsheng repeated a sentence, staring at the word 'chop' written on the tea on the table.

On the other side, Zuo Zhengyang smashed his fist on the table with one arm, the tea splashed, the chopsticks and cages shook, and he lowered his voice.

"These people really deserve to be killed!"

"Hmm. ”

Lu Liangsheng's fingertips lightly wiped the handwriting written on the water stains, and the word 'chop' turned into a stream and condensed on the scholar's fingertips, and he flicked his cuffs to cover it.

"But in this matter, Qianwei still don't use the knife, you have just stepped into the cultivation, and the path of Shura is not easy to walk. ”

As he spoke, he got up and walked outside the tea shed, untied the reins of the old donkey, looked up at the sky, the warm sun shone on his face, and only the voice that the Taoist and Zuo Zhengyang could hear was saying.

"I'll do it!"

Lu Liangsheng took the old donkey, walked through the staggered pedestrians, and then showed his appearance, he was already a middle-aged Confucian student, with a half-foot beard and an old robe, just like a sour Confucian in the middle of the family road.

Bustling into the city, among the pedestrians and vendors, his figure was blurred, and he went straight through the pass.

In the tea shed, the Taoist and Zuo Zhengyang glanced at each other.

"What do we do?"

The latter grabbed the long knife, resisted his shoulder, and strode out of the tea shed: "Go to Ziling Mountain and wait for him." ”

......

Junyang City is located in the east of Linghe Prefecture, close to the sea, rich in seafood, has jurisdiction over 16 townships, the west and south sides of the fertile fields, as a whole than other counties in the state are much richer, wide and clean streets, high eaves attic shops, there are also low eaves alleys, the merchants who carry the burden walk through the streets and alleys and shout loudly.

The sun is slanting, sprinkling the afterglow, just like on the long street in the past, from time to time there are people of different shapes and costumes carrying swords and swords.

"There is a big man in the meeting today, I heard that there are not many people, so I will go back later today. ”

"I don't know who it is?" "Yes, but the senior brother still wants to accompany him, and I heard him say that it seems to be a ...... on Ziling Mountain."

"Don't talk too much. ”

A group of seven or eight people dressed like warriors talked to each other, and walked through the middle of the long street, and the green foresters or traders and pedestrians in the city hurriedly hid on both sides.

At this time, among the few people who passed, a voice suddenly shouted: "Wait, there is a scholar over there." ”

The people who were moving forward stopped, and their vision followed the direction indicated by their companions, a middle-aged scholar, with his blue robe washed and white, with a scarf wrapped around his head, leading a bald old donkey to sit on the side of the street, with a sloppy beard as if he had been taking a bath for several days.

If it is an old child, it will not attract the attention of a few people, but the other party is sitting there, holding a sword, the scabbard is wrapped in a black shark, and the hilt is inlaid with three red jades.

The seven people glanced at each other, and one of the tall ones suddenly: "Ouch", walked over quickly, tore his voice open, and went to take the sword in the old man's hand.

"Isn't this what I just lost the day before yesterday? Why is it in your old fellow's arms, hurry up and return me!"

The middle-aged scholar hurriedly leaned towards the donkey, his eyes swept over the seven people who were approaching with some panic, and he turned sideways and hugged the sword in his arms tightly.

"How can it be you, this is what my ancestors handed down, and I only took it out today and wanted to sell it. ”

"What's your ancestor, isn't your ancestor here?"

Seeing that what he said just now was not good, the tall man was a little embarrassed in front of his companions, so he took a sip, rolled up his cuffs, snatched the sword from the old scholar's arms, pulled it out vigorously, but did not pull it out, and quickly covered up the embarrassment.

"Go back and see. ”

Immediately, he waved his hand to his companion: "Let's go, go back and present it to the master, I will be happy." ”

"Come back and give me back your sword!"

The old scholar who was pulled to the ground cried a few times, got up from the ground in embarrassment, chased two steps, and was stopped by several vendors next to him.

"Ouch, this gentleman, don't chase after you, these people can't be provoked. ”

"Yes..... But my sword, it was handed down by my ancestors, if it weren't for the middle of the family, I wouldn't have sold it cheaply, how could I encounter this kind of thing as soon as I went on the street!"

The scholar thumped his chest, others sighed, patted his arm, and said a few words of relief, took two oil cakes from the stall and handed them over.

"Forget it, it's better to lose your life, you take this thing, go back quickly, don't provoke this group, even if the government is in charge, it won't be released in a few days, and we will be the ones who will suffer at that time." ”

The surrounding vendors and the people who live nearby nodded their heads one by one, gossiping in agreement.

"Yes, these people can do kung fu with fists and feet, and they also use knives and sticks, and they can't afford to provoke them. ”

"Last time, there was a vegetable farmer, but he was not willing to be taken a few handfuls of vegetables, so he chased after him, and now it has been a few months, I haven't seen him come here to set up a stall again, I heard that people were broken hands and feet, and they were thrown into the barren mountains to feed the wolves. ”

"But isn't it, I also heard about this, his neighbor also ran to report to the official, was beaten on the way, and lay down for half a month before getting out of bed, it is difficult for the government to pursue it, no one can find it, and the murderer cannot be found, until now the vegetable farmer is crazy, sitting at the door of the house every day, waiting for the man to come back, alas......"

"Well, therefore, this gentleman, if you lose your sword, you lose it...... Hey, what about people?"

Only then did a group of ordinary street vendors who were talking around react, and the middle-aged scholar who had been robbed of the ancestral sword was gone, along with the old donkey.

Someone looked around: "Maybe gone." ”

At the corner of the long street, the middle-aged scholar who rubbed the shoulders of pedestrians was already in a white robe with an apricot pattern in green clothes at the corner of the street, and led the old donkey behind him to shake the bell under his neck, through the crowd of people on the street, and came to the outside of the city.

Following the direction of the vegetable farmer's house in the mouth of the group before, I walked through a barren field, and at sunset, not far from the edge of the field, there was a thatched house, a woman with gray hair, shabby clothes, sitting on the threshold with her legs curled, her head resting on the door frame, looking out.

Hearing the sound of the copper bells tinkling, he moved, tilted his head slightly, and looked at the approaching scholar and donkey.

“...... Have you seen my family's Shunyi?"

Lu Liangsheng shook his head, took out the easel from the bookshelf and opened it, and sat down next to the old woman, not caring about the smell on her body.

"I didn't see it. ”

"Oh. The old woman leaned on the threshold and slowly got up, "He should be coming back, he usually comes back at this time...... It's coming back...... I'm going to go in and cook ......"

Lu Liangsheng smiled, let her in, and while grinding the ink, he asked, "What does Shunyi look like?"

The old woman's eyes lit up a little, and there was finally a little expression on her face.

"What's so good..... They're all old, when they're young...... Thick-eyed ..... It's pretty good-looking..... It's just that the skin is too dark....."

Speaking of men, although the old woman was a little crazy, she had joy on her face, and she didn't know what to do, and the fire in the stove was not lit, so she sat on a low stool and talked about a vegetable farmer named 'Shunyi'.

Outside the house, Lu Liangsheng, who was sitting at the door, walked with pen and ink in his hand, sketching quickly on the white paper, and the 'Shunyi' described by the old woman gradually revealed its outline.

The last trace of red fell from the setting sun, Lu Liangsheng stood up and wrote the word Shunyi in the corner of the scroll.

He picked up the paper and blew the ink that had not dried on it, turned around and walked into the hut, hung it on the wall of the house, put away the brush, and went back outside, and then led the old donkey away.

In the red sun, an old farmer with a hoe came from the field, passed by the scholar, and walked to the house.

Soon the old woman was heard crying.

"Just leave her a thought. ”

The wind blew across the fields, the robes were hunting and flying, and Lu Liangsheng turned his head to look at the city..... You don't have it.

......

The night was like a tide of red, enveloping the heavens and the earth, the majestic mansion was raised with red lanterns, and the seven people who rushed back greeted the gatekeeper, and ran quickly to the front hall with a sword in their hands.

"When the master sees this sword, he will reward us!"

As he spoke, he walked to the hall in front of him, which was brightly lit, illuminating the two figures of the drinking water, and they were talking intermittently.