A rain curtain has been formed between heaven and earth, and countless raindrops have fallen on Wang Yi's face, and Wang Yi, who was lying on the ground, has never moved.

Wu Yong leaned against the wall made of loess, let the rain drip down, and stared blankly at the gray sky.

The two people, who were supposed to be called brothers, had nothing to say at the moment.

"Wang Yi, from today onwards, we will go our separate ways. ”

After that, Wu used a dagger that he didn't know where to take out, and stabbed down on his sleeve, with a resolute expression and quick movements.

A large red cloth was thrown at Wang Yi by Wu Yong, but the rain between heaven and earth soon wet the red cloth. Before the red cloth flew in front of Wang Yi, it landed on the street, not far from Wang Yi.

Cut off the robe and cut off the righteousness.

The first thing that came to Wang Yi's mind was this word he had seen in the book, a word that Wang Yi always thought was just a word in the story in the book, but now it really happened to him.

Wang Yi was helpless and sad, but more at a loss.

The development of things completely exceeded Wang Yi's control, from Wu's death to Wu's cutting of robes and righteousness, Wang Yi did not expect.

Wu got up angrily, ripped off the wooden hairpin on his head, and spread his shawl, like a madman.

"I swear, I'll make those people pay their due. ”

Wang Yi got up from the rain and shouted at Wu Yong who was leaving: "Then you will also die, there are only four of us left in the Youzhou case, Wu Qi is dead, you die again, even if you take revenge, what is the use." ”

When Wu Yong heard Wang Yi's words, his body paused slightly, did not turn his head, and continued to walk towards the carriage.

"I can't care so much, I'm dead, and you, you're dead, and Wang Yi. ”

"If we're all dead, then at least pull a cushion on the back, so that we. ”

The carriage gradually moved away, Wang Yi walked in front of the corpse covered by the white cloth, and his trembling hands wanted to lift the white cloth several times to take a look at his brother, but the outstretched hand stopped in front of the white cloth every time, and never went further.

He didn't dare to face Wu Qi lying there, or he couldn't accept the fact that Wu Qi was dead.

Chang'an City Yuhua Palace.

The debate between the three religions, which was supposed to be held outside the palace, was moved to the Jade Frost Hall of the Yuhua Palace at this moment. The Yushuang Palace is one of the several important palaces in the Yuhua Palace, which is responsible for banquets and ministers on weekdays. Today, here the lights are bright, countless candles are lit, the candles are reflected on the night pearl on the roof of the Jade Frost Palace, countless soft light is reflected in the main hall, and the gray weather outside is in stark contrast to here.

The people who had just gathered near the palace had already been driven away, and more of them left one after another when it was not beautiful and it was raining lightly, and they returned home, and they did not have the opportunity to see the debate between the three religions afterwards.

Ding Yixiu, as the prodigal son in Chang'an City, is willing to miss such a big scene. After wasting countless thoughts, Ding Yixiu finally got a set of eunuch clothes and blended in the crowd

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Emperor Ming and the famous concubine Niangniang sat in a high position, the old Buddhist monk who came to Chang'an City alone and the little heavenly master of the Heavenly Master's Mansion sat opposite each other, a prestigious Buddhist master, a little heavenly master who had just succeeded to the throne of the heavenly master, not like a quarrel, but like two old friends who had not seen each other for a long time, sitting there to reminisce, if it were not for the lotus flower that slowly appeared with the Buddhist scriptures around the master of the dust, no one would think that this was a debate involving the dispute between the three teachings and the number of qi.

Ding Yixiu couldn't understand the old monk's Buddhist scriptures, nor did he understand the ruthlessness of the heavenly way that the little heavenly master said, he just came to join in the fun, that's all. If you can walk a few night pearls, it is worth the trip.

Ding Yixiu looked at the people around him, they were all immersed in the quarrel between the two people, Ding Yixiu smiled evilly, slowly walked out of the hall, ready to wait for the opportunity to start, as long as he steals one, it will be a night pearl, so it is enough for him to eat and drink for many days, and he does not have to be a thug for others, or to avenge people, and there may be money to spare, so that he can go to the flower house to see the little peach, and see the white flower's body.

Unfortunately, at the moment when Ding Yixiu walked out of the main hall, there was a person who blocked Ding Yixiu's way.

The person who came was wearing a fish and dragon suit, and there was a long knife on his waist that he didn't know how many years he had used, and the bruises on his face had not been completely eliminated.

Zhou Liyuan.

Ding Yixiu's junior brother, the second disciple of the first person to use a knife in Chang'an City back then.

"What, you want to arrest me in exchange for credit?"

Ding Yixiu stood there, looked at Zhou Liyuan, who was blocking his way, and said disdainfully: "It seems that you still don't remember the pain caused by the scars on your face, why don't I hit you twice?"

Zhou Liyuan looked at Ding Yixiu, who was a bit of a scoundrel, and did not get angry because of his words, but took out a money bag from his arms and threw it at Ding Yixiu.

"Senior brother, nothing can be missing in the Yuhua Palace today, now there are masters sitting in the Yuhua Palace, as long as there is a little bit of movement, it will be discovered. ”

Ding Yixiu took the money bag, opened it, and counted it carefully, one hundred taels. He took out one of the ingots of silver, put it in his mouth, and bit it hard.

"Yes, yes, fresh official silver, it seems that the junior brother has made a fortune. ”

Ding Yixiu said, put the money bag into his arms, leaned against the pillar on the side, and patted his stomach with one hand, "How do you know that I want to steal something." Are you the roundworm in my belly?"

Zhou Liyuan didn't pay attention to this, but said: "After a while, there will be a team of people at the south gate to change the guard, and then go over there." ”

After that, without waiting for Ding Yixiu to answer, he slowly walked around the corner and disappeared into the corridor.

Ding Yixiu, who was leaning against the pillar, recalled in his mind that he and his junior brother Zhou Liyuan stole dried tofu in other people's yards, that is, the master always said that dried tofu is wine, and the more he drank, the more he ate.

The two of them didn't have a child with a high shelf in the yard to dry dried tofu, and sneaked into it, Ding Yixiu, who was a little burly, went to get dried tofu, and the younger Zhou

Liyuan stood outside to let out the wind. After making sure that there was no one, Ding Yixiu quickly took most of the dried tofu and slipped away with his junior brother.

Maybe what Ding Yixiu didn't know was that his expression in the main hall just now was exactly the same as the time he stole dried tofu when he was a child.

On the west side of Chang'an City, there are three people with umbrellas, a man and a woman, and a child, strolling in the light rain as if a family of three had returned to their hometown.

The child is still young, or he may not have seen the appearance of Chang'an City, hiding under his mother's umbrella, his little hand tightly grasping the corner of his mother's clothes, hiding behind his mother, only revealing a small head, through a pair of clear eyes, looking at this hometown that is always talked about by his mother, his father always scolds Chang'an City where the incompetent Ming Emperor lives after being drunk.

The little guy who had just entered Chang'an City was curious about everything, and after a while, he looked back at the tall city wall, and stretched out his head to look at the somewhat hazy Yuhua Palace in the distance, like a fairyland heavenly palace.

On the stall on the side, there are young boys and girls, under the light rain, who are busy packing up their goods and preparing to go home. The little guy clearly saw that in the light rain, the boy and girl did not panic in the slightest, but with a smile on the corner of their mouths, and their movements were extremely slow, for fear that time would pass in a hurry.

The young woman on the side, with an umbrella in her hand, saw this scene and said with a smile: "It's so good. ”

Her husband, the man who looked a little scholarly, had a flattering look on his face and echoed: "It's good, it's good." ”

But in this way, the little boy next to him didn't understand, and the child quietly approached his father and pulled his father's clothes, "Dad, what's so good." ”

The scholar thought he had read poetry and books, but now he didn't know how to explain it, so he kicked the child in the ass, "Adults talk, children don't participate." ”

The child covered his buttocks and said with some grievances: "What, I don't know if you see my father." ”

The scholar who was exposed coughed twice, "Zheng Dongdong, is your most experienced homework a little missing?" ”

The child who heard this lowered his head, hung his head in frustration, and approached his mother's side slightly, "Mother, a few days ago, when my father was drinking with Uncle Li next door, he whispered, saying that his mother's cooking is not delicious, sleeping and snoring, and he loves to kick the quilt, and he always likes to cross his waist when scolding... ”

The mother on the side squinted her eyes and looked at the somewhat flustered Xianggong, "Oh, really?"

The man named Zheng Huaixian on the side waved his hand again and again, vigorously denying it, "Fake, it must be fake, Lao Li always drinks too much and talks nonsense." ”

Zheng Dongdong continued to add fuel to the fire, blinked, and said innocently: "Mother, Uncle Li also said that in the end, my father kept saying that he was blind, and his kung fu in finding a daughter-in-law was not as good as Uncle Li." ”

Zheng Huaixian, who is not afraid of heaven and earth all his life, covered his son's mouth and smiled at his daughter-in-law, "Lady, it's all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding." ”

The woman, whose real name was Yan Jing, squinted her eyes, gritted her silver teeth and said, "Oh, that's really a big misunderstanding. ”