The group of children who walked out of Xiaozhushan were all burdened with a sea of blood and hatred. Zhang Shuying's wisest thing to do back then was to drive these children away from Xiaozhushan, so that these children at least did not see the tragic death of their loved ones.

Xiaozhushan, which is not very compatible with the ten miles and eight towns, has become less and less associated with outsiders since then.

A copy of the Qiao family's "Cattle and Horse Collection", the Wang family's brazier, the Bao family's bronze jian, and a set of ancient carvings of the Chen family were all taken away, and the seal of the Zhang family was missing. The role of these fundamental heirlooms is to protect the descendants of each family.

The most guilty thing is that it happened after I left.

In fact, even if he has already built a foundation and cultivated back then, even if he stays in Xiaozhushan, I am afraid that he will only die, and he may affect many of his peers. When his father's arrest was plastered all over the streets and alleys of Ganzhou, Zhang Muliu realized why his father, who had always been calm, tried his best to support himself when he heard that he was going to find a girl, and said that he would hold his grandson as soon as possible!

......

Over the years, there have been more and more monks in Xiao Qiu Mansion, and the young people in front of him have built a foundation and cultivated.

The young man from Xiao Qiu Mansion nodded, saying that he had been waiting here for a long time. Zhang Muliu said secretly, it turned out to be the Qihe Army known as "Buddha jumping over the wall".

"Our lordship invites Zhang Gongzi to see him. ”

Zhang Muliu thought about it for a long time and didn't come up with any intersection between himself and Qihejun, so he could only ask again:

"Who are you?"

The young man replied, "Shi Jiaming!"

Zhang Muliu smiled dumbly and said to the young man in front of him:

"I still have something to do, I'll go find him when I'm done. You go back and let him prepare good wine and food, I won't go if it's not delicious!"

After that, he led the donkey and went straight to the downtown area, regardless of the lively expressions of the young man behind him.

It is said that where the Xiaoqiu Mansion is located, the people should be richer, but Zhang Muliu looked at the pedestrians on the street, and he couldn't see that he was happy. What's even more strange is that there is not a single woman in such a lively street!

When he was puzzled, a young man rushed in front of him, Zhang Muliu didn't think about hiding, let the young man jump up and hang on himself, and after a long time, he didn't see the young man come down, and the people around him cast strange eyes, Zhang Muliu said helplessly:

"I'm going to kick if I don't come down again?"

The young man immediately jumped down and smiled at Zhang Muliu:

"Big brother, you're finally here, but you want to kill me!"

Zhang Muliu was quite speechless at this cousin and glared at him.

"Do you want me or do you want me to hit you?"

Zhang Yu still smiled, ran to hold the green donkey, and then pushed Zhang Muliu forward.

Zhang Mu circulated the voice of the young Zhang Yu: "Why is there no woman on this street?"

The young man holding the green donkey sighed and said:

"Luoyang City has been making trouble picking flower thieves these days, many women have been harmed, and the Qihe Army is running around the city like headless flies all day long, and then there is really no way, so he ordered the women not to go out. Tengshuang is also a woman, so she is in a hurry in the shop!"

Zhang Muliu had already heard that these two children had opened a small shop, selling breakfast, and that they only opened in the morning for an hour, and that the business was very good! Suddenly they felt that these two younger siblings were much more capable than himself!

"What's in a hurry?"

Zhang Yu said with a smile:

"It's not that you don't know, this girl likes you when she is a child, and she is happy every day after receiving your letter!"

Zhang Muhuan turned around and kicked this bad boy's buttocks, and said angrily:

"I'm the eldest son! ”

Zhang Yu had to say yes.

After walking a short distance to a small shop, Zhang Yu patted his chest and pointed to the sign hanging at the door and asked:

"Big brother, what do you think? I came up with that name. ”

On the signboard pointed by the boy, from left to right, there were three smaller words "not enough", and then there was a word "incense" that seemed to break through the frame. Together, you can't eat enough - fragrant!

Zhang Muliu smiled and didn't speak, in the end, it was the muddy boy who was clamoring to marry the Qiao family's sister as a daughter-in-law when he was bare-assed!

Thinking of this, Zhang Muliu suddenly squinted his eyes and looked at the young man who was very proud at the moment. The young man sighed, and said that he really guessed correctly for that little girl! He couldn't stand Zhang Muliu's eyes that wanted to eat people, so he hurriedly said:

"Tengshuang made a bet with me, saying that when my eldest brother heard about the flower thief, he would be the first to suspect me! Alas, it really doesn't compare to the weight of that little girl in your heart!"

Zhang Muliu smiled and patted the young man's shoulder without speaking.

When they arrived at the residence of the two, a woman who looked at her temperament and had the opposite of her name rushed over to hug Zhang Muliu. After Zhang Muliu dodged, he pointed at the girl and said angrily:

"You're still messing with me when you're so old, think I don't dare spank you now?"

Zhang Tengshuang smiled and said, "You come to fight!" Zhang Muliu was suddenly stunned. When the three of them entered the living room, Zhang Tengshuang couldn't wait to ask:

"Brother, everything is okay at home? Where have you been in the past three years? There has been no news, and everyone is worried about you. ”

Zhang Muliu took a sip of tea and replied, "You two are both good!

The young man brought in a large watermelon from outside the door, cut it and picked the smallest one, and said slowly after eating a few bites:

"When I left home, I took my things with me, and by the time I found out, I had already laid the foundation. But there is no cultivation method on the side, so I can only grope my way forward. Since opening this bun shop, there are always people looking for trouble, and they all blame this girl for getting more and more watery. Obviously, a slap can kill them, but I still can't bear it. When those troublemakers came, we had to pretend to be scared, and it was harder than holding back and not killing them. ”

The girl who had already fallen and became more and more watery glared at the young man and then hurriedly said:

"Actually, we just want to be at the foot of the Xiao Qiu Mansion to find out the news!"

It's just two children as old as Zhao Changsheng, but they opened a shop early, thinking about what to do for their family early, and since that time, everyone seems to have grown up suddenly.

For no reason, I remembered that the first time I left home and returned home, it was about to be winter. Zhang Muliu could already sense the difference in Xiaozhu Mountain, and in the bamboo forest next to the thatched hut, Zhang Muliu hesitated to pick up the wooden sword, and finally gave up. Mr. Ma came over and patted him on the shoulder, saying that it was not easy to know, so he could pay more attention to it.

Zhang Muliu knew that it was not easy to hold a sword, so he even lost the heart of holding a sword, and the wanderer of Zhushan who was floating everywhere knew that it was not easy, but he tried his best to do it! Unexpectedly, his eldest son, who was surnamed the same person, was compared to these children who were willing to call him big brother since he was a child.

The woman who used to think about it once asked, "If you can't afford it, you have to take it?"

So on the night he left, Zhang Muliu, who was no longer a teenager, stood at the door of the girl for a long time, and finally just said sorry. It's just that Zhang Muliu didn't know, and the girl curled up in the quilt in the room also said sorry. The young man's sorry is that he can't be so plain with her! The girl's sorry is that she hates herself for wanting to pull him plain!

The young man who had already been Jindan went to a small city in Liang Country alone, set up a small shop by the river, sold thirty bowls of noodles and a bucket of mung bean soup every day, and closed the store when he sold out. The bizarre business didn't attract many curious customers, so the shop opened very early and closed very late. At that time, there was a man of seventeen or eighteen who often came, and the young man was full of vitality, and Zhang Muliu, who had changed into an old man's skin, were exactly two extremes.

At first, the young man named Chang Kun came to drink a bowl of mung bean soup every day, and only came to eat a bowl of noodles in the evening, sweating profusely. At that time, Chang Kun was full of hope for the world, as if the more sweat, the happier he became. A few months later, Chang Kun went out late, and when he came back, he passed by the shop earlier, his clothes were more beautiful, and he smelled more alcohol. I will give a lot of money every time, and I will say that I will not give money next time. After a few more months, the young man's body became more and more drunk, he went out later, returned earlier, and stopped drinking a bowl of mung bean soup in this small shop.

About a year later, Chang Kun, who had gained more than a lap, came here again, but came to eat a bowl of noodles very late at night. Young people are no longer vibrant, and their hopes for the world seem to be only sparkling. I often say that I forgot to bring my money after eating, and I will come to eat noodles again after four or five days, and settle the money from last time. In this way, for about half a year, one night Chang Kun came to the small shop again and said to Zhang Muliu, who had turned into an old man:

"I'm leaving, I can't live here. When I came here, I only made enough money to eat, and I felt that life was going forward. Later, the more money he made, the more he became lazy, he only handed over things to his subordinates to take care of every day, slept until three o'clock in the morning every day, and drank with some so-called rich businessmen at night. When I realized that it was too late to change, I couldn't even get the money to eat a bowl of noodles, and I used the person who trusted me the most to buy fake things for him, and I changed my way to ask him for all kinds of unnecessary money. Today, this bowl of noodles can only be paid on credit from you, I'm really sorry, old man!"

Listening to the happy young man, in fact, the noodles in the bowl should be very salty at the moment. After a long time, the young man bowed his head deeply and choked up:

"I feel like my heart is rotten and black!"

Zhang Muliu smiled and made the thirty-first bowl of noodles in this shop for the lonely young man today, and the hunched old man sat opposite Chang Kun and handed over the bowl of clear soup noodles, and said to the young man:

"Then go wash it up!"

Zhang Muliu's words were not only for Chang Kun, but also for himself at that time. In fact, Chang Kun at that time was so much like many of himself in his dreams.

After that night, there were no more weird shops that opened very early and closed very late.

On a ferry boat heading north, Chang Kun, who was out of place with his surroundings, opened his baggage, opened the book given to him by an old man, and wrote a sentence on the first page:

"How can you talk about the rest of your life in three years!?"

......

"Brother?"

A soft cry woke up Zhang Muliu, who had lost his mind, and the young man looked at the two children who looked like the rising sun, both ashamed and proud!

"I've been putting things in my mouth instead of my legs, I didn't expect you guys to come a long way!"

Zhang Yu seemed to finally be unable to hold back the depression in his chest, and stood up suddenly, not stopping in anger, looking at Zhang Muliu and saying angrily:

"How can you do this! You shouldn't be like this! You think no one can see that you are depressed after you leave home for the first time? You just don't say anything! Who do you look like you are going to die or not? You are only eighteen years old this year, what can make you look like you are hundreds of years old?"

Zhang Muliu slapped the round table, glared and said, "What can I tell you?"

As if she hadn't seen the two of them, Zhang Tengshuang lowered her head and said in a dull voice:

"But grandpa is dead, many people are dead, you are our eldest brother!"

Zhang Yu squatted down with his head in his hands and wailed:

"Anyone can be depressed, you can't, you're our big brother!

The words of the howling young man in front of him forced out the emotions that Zhang Muliu had nowhere to vent for so many years. Zhang Muliu stepped forward and pulled the young man to the chair, turned his back to the two people who had admired him since he was a child, and his fierce momentum was no longer hidden, like a young man who sat cross-legged on the grave at night many years ago and practiced his courage.

"Don't worry, I'm back!"

The girl who was holding back her tears finally couldn't hold back and whispered, "It's great that you're still alive!"

......

In the dream of three thousand years, in addition to swordsmanship, Zhang Muliu has dabbled in almost everything. It took one night to list the four necessary methods on the path of cultivation, such as Dan, Talisman, Mantra, and Array, of course, it was only a superficial introductory practice. In a dream, someone once said to Zhang Muliu, "I never believe in any bullshit magic cheats, if you temper your true qi, what exercises are there, and where is there any fist and spear technique that will win with one blow!"

Zhang Muliu thought deeply of this passage, so he did not leave any cheats.

Zhang Muliu helped the two of them steam the buns, in fact, they just controlled the fire to steam the buns in an instant! Of course, Zhang Tengshuang and Zhang Yu were also lazy to make buns with monks. After opening the door, there was a constant flow of people, and Zhang Muliu secretly said that he was really not a businessman. I didn't meet those who found fault at an hour today, but it made Zhang Muliu a little regretful, but there was a man who passed by here with a large bundle of firewood on his back and kept staring at Tengshuang, and Zhang Muliu secretly wrote down this person.

Just as he was about to close the stall, a young man on a brown horse led a group of soldiers at a gallop. Le Ma looked at Zhang Muliu outside the bun shop and said angrily:

"Good guy, I'm about to burn my eyebrows, you still have the leisure to sell buns here!"

Zhang Muliuxin has said it! Now no one will definitely trouble Tengshuang in the future.

The young man in the bun shop lay slowly on a bench, holding his head in his hands and looking at the young man on horseback with his eyes drooping:

"My sister's business is much more important than your eyebrows!"

Shi Jiaming dismounted and walked quickly to the bun shop, found a bowl of water and drank it in one sip, squeezed Zhang Muliu's legs and sat on the bench, took a big breath and turned his head and said loudly:

"Oh, I'll go! You're my own grandfather, I'll come here every day to sell buns for you." ”

Seeing that Zhang Muliu, who was lying down, was still indifferent, he gritted his teeth and stretched out two fingers, Zhang Muliu glanced at it and stretched out five fingers.

Shi Jiaming laughed angrily:

"Then the five altars!"

Zhang Muliu sighed twice and licked his lips again, Shi Jiaming had already put a bowl of water aside. In the end, outside Xiaozhushan, Zhang Muliu's first friend.

Shi Jiaming couldn't help kicking Zhang Muliu, and said speechlessly:

"Walking?"

......

This young man who gave Zhang Muliu a huge blow at the beginning, but now he is really anxious, and the prefect of Luoyang sent Shi Jiaming to kneel!

In the thirteen days of the trouble-picking of flowers, thirteen women have been killed, and they all committed suicide afterwards, thirteen lives! The Song Kingdom has always adhered to the principle that human life is a matter of heaven, and if it continues to make trouble, it will not be a matter of losing the head of a prefect.

"Hurry up and help me figure out how to catch this brute, the fucking thing that no one has to raise! When I catch him, he castrates that thing and feeds it to the dog! I just don't know if the dog eats it or not. ”

Zhang Muliu didn't pay attention to this guy who was as good as ever, just looked at the case file.

"He should be a monk, and his realm is not low. ”

Shi Jiaming said in his heart, then you still need to say, otherwise why did you come here? Three years ago, I was on the beach watching this guy beat those criminal family members like a son.

"Do you have a way?" Shi Jiaming couldn't stand Zhang Muliu's calmness anymore.

Zhang Muliu said lightly: "I'm just waiting for dark." ”

......

In Luoyang City late at night, there was no one on the street, only a team of soldiers and horses patrolling the city came and went on the street.

The scourge of the flower pickers written in the case file was first fond of wearing beautiful clothes and showing his head during the day. Later, they were all women who secretly went to the streets during the day. Even though the ban was issued, there were always some people who thought that there were countless women in the huge Luoyang City, and they would not be unlucky. But the women who secretly went out during the day today are right!

The commander of the Qihe Army swaggered to invite a young man in the bun shop, and this is the place where normal people will not choose, but that kind of beast will do the opposite!

Two youths crouched on the roof, one staring at the yard with a donkey tied. One has a weed in his mouth and lies down looking at the stars.

"Aren't you worried about your sister?"

Zhang Muliu turned over and said lightly:

"You can't tell she's a foundation monk?"

Shi Jiaming whispered: "Damn, one is more scary than the other!"

After a while, a black shadow flashed, and Zhang Muliu squinted his eyes and said, "It seems to be a golden pill!"

Shi Jiaming sighed, and then heard a louder and sharper sound in the courtyard! When he turned his head again, he saw a qilin with cyan flames trampling a man in black under his hooves.

Zhang Muliu had already instantaneously walked to the edge of the unicorn, leaving only a stunned Shi Jiaming in the same place, one by one!

The young man stepped forward and picked up the man in black and slapped him first, abolished his cultivation, and then kicked Shi Jiaming. After the latter took it, he also slapped the man in black and kicked him into the yard.

After Shi Jiaming stood still, he squinted at the man in black, Zhang Muliu tore off the mask that the man covered his face, turned his head to look at the young leader who gritted his teeth, and said:

"Acquaintance. ”

Shi Jiaming looked at the black-clothed acquaintance and said word by word:

"Dog, you're really not human!"

Zhang Muliu felt that this Jin Dan aura was a little weird before, and when he took action to abolish his cultivation, he found that it was just a foundation building period. It's just a treasure with a high aura!

It's just that he didn't expect that it was the young man waiting for him at the city gate.

The young man with a weed in his mouth squinted at the man in black who was wailing on the ground, and muttered:

"The human heart is ghostly!"

......

Who would have thought that a person who grew up under the plaque of 'The World for the Public' since he was a child would actually do the last thing he should do at the foot of this Xiao Qiu Mansion. Zhang Muliu had already greeted Zhang Tengshuang, so even if a golden pill came, Zhang Muliu was not worried at all. In the dream of three thousand years, Zhang Muliu learned the most is a stable character. So this young man riding a donkey has always liked to think a lot before and after, but he is not afraid of things coming.

Shi Jiaming is the most sad and angry person, there are 600 people in his camp, and 30 of them have grown up in Xiaoqiu Mansion since childhood.

Xue Yang, who was lying on the ground, changed from horror when he was recognized to relief, wiped the blood on his face, leaned against the wall, looked at the commander who had always regarded himself as a sibling, smiled and said lightly:

"Your Excellency, are you disappointed?"

Shi Jiaming shook his head and nodded.

He shook his head in reply to the adult, and nodded his head because he was really disappointed.

"Do you know what our biggest difference is?"

Shi Jiaming still shook his head.

Xue Yang laughed and said, "We grew up in the Xiao Qiu Mansion, and we have always been able to help people, not harm others! But what if we are wronged? Because we can't participate in worldly battles, we have to swallow our anger?"

As he spoke, his voice became more and more miserable: "You are different! If something happens to you, will the deputy envoy be wronged by you?"

Shi Jiaming didn't know how to answer.

Zhang Muliu stepped forward and squinted his eyes and said, "I'm not interested in listening to your story, you just need to tell me who is behind you!"

"Behind the scenes, do you really think I have a person behind me?" Xue Yang said, then stretched out his palm and took out a piece of broken gold pill from his forehead.

"This is the person behind what you are talking about. ”

The young commander frowned and asked, "Are you still worried about this matter?"

Xue Yang laughed miserably: "To you she is just an evil cultivator, to me she is like a mother! Even so, I begged hard but didn't save her." There is no room for an evil cultivator in this world who has changed her evil and returned to righteousness, so what am I doing with it? Everyone in the world should taste the pain of losing a loved one!"

Shi Jiaming also smiled bitterly when he heard this, pointed at Zhang Muliu and said:

"I can't guess what I'm looking for him for?"

Xue Yang didn't answer, but just twisted his face and smiled: "My lord, colleagues, give it a good time! It's better to cut off your head!"

Shi Jiaming only responded, and the knife rose and fell.

......

The officials of Luoyang Mansion dragged the body away, and Zhang Tengshuang and Zhang Yu also returned to the house after bringing a few jars of wine, and there were only two young people left in the small courtyard at this moment.

Zhang Muliu opened the two jars of wine, handed one to Shi Jiaming, and took a sip of the wine himself:

"You just wanted to say that you came to me to help him avenge him!"

Shi Jiaming nodded, and took a sip of wine before saying slowly:

The evil cultivator in his mouth is a demon monk with a short lifespan, hiding in a small village on the border with Liang State, perhaps because he has come to enlightenment, and he has also helped Yidi do a lot of good deeds. Xue Yang has never felt the warmth of the family since he was a child, and after meeting the woman who was very kind at that time, he was very close to her. It was only later discovered by a monk mountain, and if she had to kill demons and demons, in fact, their ancestor needed an invisible merit to help her to promote to the Yuanying realm! It is said that the female cultivator had done countless evils in the past, and the resentment on her body was just enough. At that time, the Yuanying realm was nothing to this Shengshenzhou, but it was really very important to that small mountain, so he finally killed that woman by any means. Beforehand, Xue Yang returned to Luoyang and begged my father, but how could Xiao Qiu Mansion save an unrelated demon cultivator, and killing a female cultivator on that mountain was not a treacherous act, it was nothing more than selfishness. To no avail, Xue Yang went to save people alone, and in the end he only got back half a golden pill, and also cut off his future, the golden pill is hopeless in this life!"

Zhang Muliu listened to this friend's concise story, and only after a while did he speak lightly, his voice was bright:

"We haven't seen the good or bad at that time, and we are not qualified to judge. But now the good and evil are in front of you, and they are very eye-catching!"

After a pause, he continued: "Some people are upset by some things, and they will think about making others sad too, but most people still think about how to make those things stop affecting themselves!"

Three years ago, Zhang Muliu had not yet arrived in that town, and after leaving Ganzhou, he met Shi Jiaming, who was on the same road as a teenager, when he passed through Jincheng, and the two went to Leizhou together. At that time, two teenagers, one became silent and silent, and the other seemed to be in high spirits.

Originally, looking at Zhang Muliu, who was extremely calm, Shi Jiaming was sincerely happy. A seemingly unintentional thing back then dealt a huge blow to the donkey-riding boy at that time. In fact, when he saw Zhang Muliu standing at the door at a loss in the Youfang Inn, the young man who had changed his brocade clothes regretted it a little, and even blamed himself!

The boy who looked like a dirt bun back then clearly said that he would definitely fight the sword world, at least he would be a chic swordsman.

Zhang Muliu was at Youfang Inn, and when he saw Shi Jiaming after changing into a brocade robe, he felt a little inferior. And Shi Jiaming was very inferior in front of Zhang Muliu from beginning to end. Because when we first met, the young man riding a donkey gave people a feeling that he was constantly talking to the world--who said that fate is determined by heaven?

So the later one changed into a brocade dress, which was both unintentional and deliberate!

After another three years, Shi Jiaming finally said the sentence he had accumulated in his heart on this moonless night: "I'm sorry!"

Zhang Muliu smiled and said that then drink to make amends! The young commander raised his binge drinking. After drinking a jar of wine in one go, I heard Zhang Muliu say again:

"I became like that, but it doesn't really have much to do with you! You kid just made some jokes on the road. ”

Shi Jiaming was puzzled: "What is that? Can't you tell me?"

Zhang Muliu shook his head, and Shi Jiaming stopped asking.

When the two were drinking silently, a middle-aged man in a green shirt appeared out of thin air in the courtyard, laughing and scolding:

"Stinky boy! Hide here in the middle of the night to drink, and don't bring friends to the house when they come!"

Shi Jiaming rolled his eyes and shouted out helplessly. Zhang Muliu stood up and saluted, and said with a smile:

"Mu Liu has seen Uncle Shi. ”

The middle-aged man walked over and helped Zhang Muliu up, and said with a smile on his face: "It's really worthy of being a person who can make Jiaming ashamed of himself, and he really shows his talent!

Zhang Muliu nodded, saying that he was almost dead! After sitting down and chatting, Zhang Muliu asked:

"Uncle Shi, will the envoy of the Song State be replaced in the near future?"

Deputy Envoy Shi Pingtong waved his hand to isolate this courtyard from the outside before he smiled:

"King Xuan's Mansion sent the news, I really didn't expect that Jiaming's best friend was actually the son of the deceased!"

The young commander wondered, "The son of the old man?"

Shi Pingtong took out a letter from his sleeve and handed it to Zhang Muliu.

The letter said:

"Muliu my son! I don't know when I will be able to return to my hometown, but whenever my son returns to his hometown, he will go to pay a stick of incense to his father in the high hall!

When you returned home that day, I realized that you had already laid the foundation, and I was a little worried when I saw that you were depressed and lifeless. But when the matter came to an end, I couldn't inquire carefully, so I had to repair a letter and hand it to Ping Dong, and pass it on to you in the future.

You are out of touch by nature, and you don't care about everything at all, Mr. Ma said that it is a good material for sword practice. But I know that you are also a dead man, and what you believe will not turn. I'm sure you already understand how difficult it was to answer the old master's two sentences back then. But on the road of life, there will be these things the size of sesame mung beans, some of which can make people suddenly enlightened, and some of which make people disgusting and disgusting!

A momentary loss is nothing. A small mistake is nothing. As long as you keep it in your heart, when you look back, you can be honest with your past self, which means that you have grown up!

Some people are busy, but they just want to live, and some people are just alive. But people live for a lifetime, where can there be only two choices? put the things you want to do in your heart, put the road you want to walk on your legs, and don't talk about what you can't reach, just go!

As a father, I hope that when you and my father and son will see each other again, my son will be like what he longed for when he was a child, and he will fight with his beloved girl!"

After putting away the letter, he was stunned and speechless, knowing the son Mo Ruo Father, knowing the father Mo Ruo Zi! Father is saying goodbye!

There is no doubt that it is a handwritten letter from his father, and since it has been handed over to Shi Pingtong, it means that this deputy envoy is his own person.

Shi Pingtong smiled and said: "I went to Nanzhan Buzhou with your father and mother twenty years ago, and we are friends of life and death! Remember to discuss anything with me, if the Xiao Qiu Mansion can't interfere, I won't be the deputy envoy of this Laoshizi!"

The deputy envoy gently patted Zhang Muliu's shoulder, looked at his son again, and said slowly:

"On the way south three years ago, thanks to you for taking care of Jiaming's state of mind!"

Shi Jiaming looked puzzled, but Shi Pingtong didn't mean to explain to his son at all, and Zhang Muliu just smiled strangely.

After telling the Shi family father and son about Chen Shucheng, Shi Pingtong left, leaving the two young people to drink!

......

When he was young, Zhang Muliu was very naughty, and the old master who taught in a private school had to go to his home every once in a while to complain. One day, the old master was talking in front of him, but Zhang Muliu was sleeping in the back!

The old master frowned and asked Zhang Muliu to read what he had just said, and the confused child read two paragraphs from two books for some reason:

"It's better to take it straight than to ask for it!"

"Wearing the stars and the moon is the gallop of the morning and night, and the rain and wind are the labor of the wind and dust!"

The old master frowned and asked the boy if he knew the meaning of these two words.

Zhang Muliu, who looked like a child, looked left and right, and found that no one was paying attention to him, so he had to boldly say:

"The former is stupid! The latter is tired!"

The old master's face was gloomy, he glanced at Zhang Muliu, shook his head and left. There have been many children who have been in trouble, and they have never seen the old master so disappointed.

So the boy hurried out to the door:

"Sir, if the former is a fool, then Mu Liu is willing to be a fool! If the latter is destined to be tired, then I will only let myself be tired!"

The old master still didn't look back, but the departing figure seemed to be a little taller, and his face became ruddy.

The old master stood outside the door and said something that Zhang Muliu never knew:

"Silly boy! One day you will know that it is much harder to be a fool in your mouth than you think!

When Zhang Muliu returned home that day, he saw the old master and his father sitting in the courtyard, lighting a brazier and simmering a clay pot. I thought that I would be given a training anyway, but Zhang Shuying just smiled and said:

"Rice in the kitchen!"

......

Luoyang Mansion posted a notice saying that the flower thief had been arrested and the woman could go out.

On this day, in the bun shop, in addition to Zhang Muliu, there was an additional young man wearing the uniform of the commander of the Qihe Army to help sell the buns. Sure enough, it was a young talent, and it was closed in only half an hour, and those who coveted Zhang Tengshuang in the past gave a beating to a group of people who came out of nowhere with a sack pullover, and at this moment, when I saw the commander of the Qihe Army, it is estimated that I will never come here again to look for trouble in the future.

The man with a bundle of dry firewood on his back still walked in front of the door today, but he just glanced at Zhang Tengshuang from a distance and left.

Shi Jiaming said that this man's daughter was the first victim!

The four of them followed the man with firewood on his back to a small house on the edge of the west gate. The man unloaded the dry wood from his back and went into the house, where there was a haggard woman holding an embroidered pillow and weeping silently. The man sat on the edge of the bed and said in a trembling voice:

"it, the flower thief has caught it, and he has cut off his head, and our daughter's revenge has been avenged. ”

The woman holding the pillow on the bed turned her head and trembled and asked, "Really?"

The man nodded, and a smile suddenly appeared on his tearful face:

"It's okay to look like a girl who looks like our girl!"

The woman was still choking with tears, hugged the man and said:

"Really?"

Zhang Muliu shattered the light curtain in front of him and sighed deeply, there are still twelve such families in Luoyang City alone!

The young commander sat on the ground and said softly: "Xue Yang has the same experience as them, but not all of them are fallen people at the end of the world!"

Zhang Tengshuang slowly moved his steps, walked to the front of the house, pushed open the door, wiped his tears, and said to a couple inside with a smile:

"Uncle, aunt, you can come to my steamed bun shop more in the future, and Tengshuang will make steamed buns for you by herself!"