The hidden sun is imminent.

Outside the city of Yinyang, there is a ten-mile long pavilion, and there are more and more people. Many scholars who traveled on study tours read thousands of books and traveled thousands of miles to broaden their knowledge, but now the situation at the border is not good, and many people have also embarked on the return journey home. There are also many people in the city, separated from old friends, one to send ten miles, and say goodbye here.

Outside the long pavilion, there are wine shops and tea shops, which just sell some tea, wine, and simple snacks. Travelers come here, parting with friends, toasting each other with a glass of red water wine, if they meet, it has been a long time.

As we enter May, the weather is getting hotter.

This year's weather was particularly weird, a month ago, there was a light snow in Hidden Sun City, and in May, the weather was surprisingly hot, and the old dog was lying on the ground, sticking out his tongue, drooping his head listlessly.

An ox cart slowly drove into the pavilion and stopped in front of the liquor shop and tea stall. "Drink saliva, take a break, and before it gets dark, you can reach the hidden sun. ”

The owner of the wine shop obviously knew Lao Niu, and when he saw Xiao Jinyan and the middle-aged Confucian student, he joked with a smile, "Lao Niu, is the business okay?"

Lao Niu scolded with a smile, "Alas, hard-working people eat hard-working food. We don't have a brother-in-law who is a pavilion husband, we can make money by sitting here and selling bowls of herbal tea, so we can only watch the sky and eat!"

Daming border city, ten miles and five miles, long pavilion and short pavilion. The pavilion chief, also known as the pavilion man, is regarded as an unpopular official, but he eats the emperor's grain, and in the eyes of ordinary people, he can be regarded as a small power. The owner of this wine shop is a relative of the ten-mile Changting Tingfu, and he took advantage of this relationship to open a wine shop and tea stall here.

Don't look at the small place, there is a pergola, there are more than a dozen tables and benches, and at the end of the day, there are four or five hundred yuan.

Lao Niu took the two of them in and said to the owner of the wine shop: "The old rules, a pot of herbal tea, a pancake, and half a plate of pickles." Write it in the account!" and said to the two, "You two eat, settle the bill yourself." ”

Along the way, the middle-aged Confucian didn't talk much, most of the time, he was reading with his head down, chatting occasionally, and there was not much intersection, Xiao Jinyan saw that the middle-aged Confucian was a little shabby, and said, "I'll invite you to drink." ”

The middle-aged Confucian shook his head slightly and said, "I don't dare to drink your wine." I don't dare to owe you your favor. As he spoke, he put out a lot of money, "A pot of tea." Without waiting for the tea to come up, he lowered his head and read the book "Book of Rites".

Xiao Jinyan thought it was interesting and accosted him, but the middle-aged Confucian ignored him.

Lao Niu ate the pancakes, burped, and chatted with the owner of the wine shop, "Your brother-in-law is on an errand at the yamen, what news is there recently, reveal a few words!"

The owner of the wine shop said, "You come to ask this and that every three days, where is there so much news, not to mention your big mouth, if you know, the entire Hidden Yang City will know." ”

Lao Niu smiled, patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, I will keep it absolutely confidential." ”

The boss is also a gossip person, so he leaned over and whispered, "I heard that there is going to be a big man in the capital recently, and the government has been busy jumping up and down these days, splashing the street with clean water, and demolishing illegal buildings, all of which are about to catch up with the time when the city was created last year." ”

"What kind of big man? Emperor?"

The boss scolded with a smile, "Today's saint has not been out of the capital for many years, even if he goes out of the city, he will not go to the south of the Yangtze River, what will he do in our Hidden Yang City, eat the wind and sand?"

To the west of Yinyang City is Hengduan Mountain, towering into the clouds, the wind from the inland is blocked by Hengduan Mountain, and the air flow is swirling, resulting in the windy weather of Yinyang, there is a joke that Yinyang has two winds a year, and it blows for half a year at a time.

The old cow asked, "Who is that?"

The boss pouted, "You ask me, who do I ask?"

At this time, five or six fast horses came from a distance, and immediately a group of young men, both men and women, led by a man dressed in white, in his twenties, with his hair tied with a red rope, came to the wine shop, pulled the reins, the horse neighed, and the front hooves were raised more than half a person high, almost kicking over a table, which frightened the tea guest next to him to scream again and again.

Immediately the crowd burst into laughter.

Seeing this, Lao Niu dodged again and again, and reached Xiao Jinyan and the middle-aged Confucian beside him, Xiao Jinyan wondered and asked, "Who is this?"

Lao Niu said in a low voice, "The son of Li Xiancheng, the lord of Yinyang City, and Li Renjie, the lord of Shaocheng." This man behaves perversely, let's try not to provoke it. ”

When everyone came, they attracted the attention of all the diners.

The owner of the wine shop stepped forward and said with a smile, "The young city master has come back from hunting?"

Li Renjie turned over and dismounted, untied a bamboo basket from his horse, and put it on the table. In the bamboo basket, blood was dripping, Xiao Jinyan looked at it, but he didn't know what kind of prey he was fighting.

Everyone sat down, and one of them shouted, "Old grandson, today's young city lord is hunting, and he has returned with a big victory, good wine and meat, hurry up and wait!"

The owner of the liquor store responded and went to prepare.

These people have not been excited, and a man said, "Young City Lord, today is so happy, how majestic the owner of the Black Dragon Village is, and he is not ashamed to teach the young city lord a lesson, but he didn't even block the young city lord with a knife, and he lost his life, which is really unbelievable." ”

Everyone else said yes.

A bewitching woman leaned on Li Renjie's shoulder, and said with a smile, "Isn't it, the second village owner still covets other people's beauty, and let the family be his wife in the village, I really don't know if he expected to change his head when he said this!"

Xiao Jinyan suddenly realized that what they were talking about hunting was to go out of the city to kill bandits.

In addition to the three major Kou, there are also a number of small forces on the Yinyang Grain Road, these young people should be young Ren Xia, relying on their strong martial arts, going out of the city to have fun.

Although the young city lord Li Renjie didn't speak, everyone praised him, and it sounded very useful, and he smiled slightly, "You can't say that, you can kill the second Kou of Heifeng Village, it's just a fluke in the future, the main thing is that they are doing evil, disturbing my Yinyang peace, my father is in charge, and I have no time to pay attention to them, I just want to eliminate harm for the people!"

He was quite loud and deliberately said it to everyone in the wine shop.

Another person shouted, "According to me, the young city lord is too modest. Today's rivers and lakes, except for our Li City Lord, there are only a handful of martial arts that are higher than the young city lord, Xiaosheng Jianghu ranks you in the three lists of heaven, earth and people, that is the sword technique of the young city lord has never been seen. If the young city lord has the opportunity to go to the Central Plains, what are the four great families and the eight major sects, one by one, step on their feet, and see if they dare to underestimate our Yinyang men?"

Xiao Jinyan was happy in his heart, this young city lord, his martial arts are only in the Xuanzhong realm, just this point of cultivation, he is not worthy of lifting shoes for Zhao Lanjiang, a group of people slapped the ground in the middle of winter, and couldn't help laughing.

The crowd looked this way.

The man said, "What, you're not convinced?"

Xiao Jinyan shook his head vigorously, "Don't dare, it's a capital service!"

Li Chengxian frowned, looked at Xiao Jinyan and middle-aged Confucian, and said, "Central Plains people?"

The Nineteen Cities of Yinyang nominally obeyed the Ming Dynasty, but in fact they had a high degree of autonomy, and these young people had a fierce personality, and they were proud of the Yinyang people, and they had no good impression of the Central Plains people.

Xiao Jinyan said, "

People from Suzhou, south of the lower Yangtze River, come to Yinyang City to do something. ”

Li Renjie sighed, and didn't put him in his eyes, he turned sideways and saw the middle-aged Confucian student reading with his head down, deaf to what happened in the wine shop, and asked with a smile, "Uncle, you are old, and you have read dozens of catties of books, have you ever asked for Yan Ruyu and the Golden House?"

As he spoke, he pulled the woman next to him into his arms, and the woman cooperated, clinging to him, hooking his neck, and said with a smile, "What do the young city lords have to say to these poor scholars." ”

The middle-aged Confucian raised his head and smiled slightly, "Reading can cultivate oneself and cultivate oneself, but there is no Yan Ruyu and Golden House." ”

"And what are you doing with your studies?"

Confucian said, "I want to find a way from the book to stop the strife." ”

The crowd burst into laughter.

One said, "Where did you come from, I'm afraid you're stupid to read, right? In our Hidden Yang City, who has a big fist, whose martial arts are high, who speaks is a talk, and can still listen to a fart, what's the use of reading? It's not as good as a fart!"

Confucian smiled and shook his head.

Li Renjie sent the bamboo basket forward, and two bloody human heads slipped from it and rolled in front of the three of them. The old bull monster screamed, his face was bloodless with fright, and he retreated again and again.

Xiao Jinyan, a middle-aged Confucian student, remained motionless.

The attendant immediately said, "There are many bandits on the rivers and lakes, and they do all kinds of evil, what should we do, do you still tell them the Four Books and the Five Classics, and you can't influence them? The only way to do this is to counter violence with violence! Our young city lord is wise and martial, and over the years, he has killed ten bandits." ”

Li Renjie corrected, "Eleven!"

"Yes, eleven. The man looked at Confucius with a disdainful look, "Scholar, have you ever killed someone?"

The other laughed, "Look at his appearance, let alone killing, I'm afraid he hasn't even killed a chicken!"

The bewitching woman Gege smiled, "It's useless to be a scholar, it's you!"

The middle-aged Confucian sighed, looked to the northwest, as if he had floated to the city at the foot of Hengduan Mountain, and muttered, "Have I ever killed someone?"

Over the years, he has been martyred, conquered the west, and rehabilitated, and made great contributions to the imperial court, and was a very popular minister, but the slaughter of the city in Dingzhou has become an indelible stain in his life.

In the imperial court, people called the Duke of Anguo and the Governor of the Metropolis. In the rivers and lakes, people call him the world's number one master. However, he knew that behind his back, he also had a notorious name as the butcher of human faces.

The historians of the Hanlin Academy even called him the three major slaughters along with Bai Qi and Huang Chao.

30,000 lives!

Overnight, the city turned into a sea of blood, and the world became a hell.

The slaughter of the city in Dingzhou that year caused an uproar in the imperial court, and the impeachment of the imperial history of the Imperial Procuratorate piled up into a mountain, and it is said that the palace maids of the Huanxi Bureau were used to keep warm, and burned for a whole winter. He was forced to submit his resignation three times, which caused the emperor to be wrathed. Zhu Liye moved an imperial historian to the left to the salt and iron patrol envoy, and then condemned him to death on the same day.

A storm that disappears into the invisible.

Only the old mad dog in Dengwenyuan sniffed out a clue from it, and vaguely guessed that the 30,000 lives in Dingzhou were for the endorsement of the emperor after Jing Nan ascended the throne.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged Confucian said to himself, "Have I ever killed someone?"

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Tomorrow for friends to practice, drink, maybe take leave!