In Gangneung City, there is a small teahouse, which is very lively. This small teahouse was originally deserted, but three years ago, a storyteller came along, and the story told by this storyteller was different from that of other storytellers. Ordinary people only want to live a peaceful life, and they don't dare to touch the things of fighting and killing, so those stories of swords and swords, love and hatred, whether true or false, are very novel to them.

Of course, now the Great Feng Dynasty is so martial, but also because six years ago, the Northern Barbarians, who have always bowed down to their vassals, suddenly raised troops to the south, burned, killed and looted, and for a time, the three provinces north of Huangtong Mountain were trampled on. Emperor Wenwu was furious and raised 500,000 troops to the north to fight against the Northern Barbarians. This battle is three years, and since then, the martial arts of the whole country have risen sharply. Not to mention soldiers, even ordinary civilians can wear weapons, and Emperor Wenwu has issued an edict to the whole country, and the government is not allowed to interfere.

And because the story told by the storyteller seems to be true and false, the tea guests listen to it with relish. So the business of the teahouse is booming more and more. A young man of twenty or eight years old, sitting on the second floor of the teahouse, is the Tao Zen. It's just that now he is no longer the naughty little Taoist boy. His hair was tied up at random, his sword eyebrows were starry, his edges and corners were sharp, there was a scar on his eyebrows, he was dressed in black, and he had a wooden knife pinned to his waist. With a smile on his face, he looked at the tea customers downstairs who were listening to it, clapped his hands again and again, and shook his head. Looking at the crowded street, there is a pair of welcoming relatives, beating gongs and drums, which is a little more lively than the teahouse.

Looking at the groom who had passed the year of not being confused, Daochan picked up the teacup again, put it to his mouth, and found that the tea had been drunk by himself, and the shopkeeper who was adding water at the side table was very clever, and happened to see the eyes, Xiao Er trotted over with a smile and nodded.

"Brother Thirteen, the water is coming. He wiped the table casually, obviously the shopkeeper was very familiar with Daozen, but he opened his mouth and called Daozen Thirteen Brothers.

"Ergou, the teahouse business is good, how much reward money have you made recently?"

"Brother Thirteen said and laughed, we are just a runner, how much reward money can we make? We tea customers, don't read and listen to the book one by one, but when it comes to reward, it's not all very tight. The second dog sighed again and again.

Daochan smiled: "I heard that the Caiyuan Building next door has been recruiting guys recently, and it is a famous restaurant in our city, why don't you try it there?"

Ergou shook his head: "Brother Thirteen, don't make fun of me, although my Ergou also wants to make more money and marry a daughter-in-law soon, but if it wasn't for the shopkeeper to take me in, my Ergou would have been on the streets, and we wouldn't do such a profit-seeking thing." ”

"Well said. Hearing Daozen praise himself, Ergou touched the back of his head and giggled on the side.

Looking at Daochan and looking at the long line of greeting relatives on the street, Ergou poured a cup of tea for Daochan, and glanced at Daochan.

"That's Liu Yuanwai in the city, there is a rich man, this is already the seventh concubine he married, but it's a pity. He sighed.

Daozen knew that Ergou had something to say: "What is a pity?"

"Oh, that's right, this Liu Yuanwai married a girl, she is still young, and she would rather die than marry. But Liu Yuanwai designed to make the girl's father owe a debt, and if he didn't pay it back, he would send her father to the government, and the little girl had no choice but to leave Liu Yuanwai. "Ergou is extremely shameful about Liu Yuanwai's old cow eating tender grass.

"I see, that's a pity. Daochan tilted his head and looked at Ergou: "How about giving that girl to you as a wife?"

Ergou panicked: "Brother Thirteen, don't be joking, how can we have that blessing." ”

"I'll just ask you if you want to?" Daozen looked at Ergou who shook his head again and again.

Ergou smiled shyly: "I want to... Of course I want to, but we are poor and can't afford to climb high. ”

"Hahaha. Daozen laughed heartily.

Ergou looked left and right, stretched his neck and whispered, "I heard that there is a problem outside Liu Yuanwai." He pointed to his body, then pretended to be nothing.

When Daozen heard this, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Little Er, add water!"

"There are guests ordering tea, Brother Thirteen, you drink slowly. The second dog trotted away again: "Come on!"

Daochan smiled slightly, took out a few copper coins and cooked them carefully several times, and after making sure that there was nothing wrong, he put them on the table, and then he looked at the fiery Ergou who was busy in the distance, and threw a piece of loose silver on the table.

Walking to the first floor, the store was full of customers, and the storyteller was about to reach the key point, Daozen bowed to the storyteller, and then walked out of the teahouse.

"The weather was really nice. Daochan looked at the clear blue sky, hummed a little song and followed the greeting procession, and came to Liu Yuanwai's house, Daochan took advantage of the chaos to squeeze in from the crowd, and now it can be said that people come and go, and there are people who care who he is.

Turning left and right, and finding that he was lost, Daochan called a family member: "Dare to ask the little brother, which house is the bride in?"

Jia Ding saw that Dao Chan was dressed simply, and his face was very raw, so he didn't answer for a long time.

Daozen smiled: "I'm the bride's cousin, I'm here to bring her something." As he spoke, he shoved some money into his hand. Money can make ghosts grind, let alone ghosts?

Jiading's expression changed, the hesitation on his face disappeared, and he hurriedly raced the silver into his arms: "It turned out to be Mrs. Aunt's cousin, you walked forward, walked through the corridor, and turned left when you reached your head." ”

"Thank you, little brother. Daochan thanked Jia Ding again and again.

The family's mind was all on the silver in his hand, and he took out the silver and counted it carefully.

Daozen hummed a song, and according to the instructions of the family, he found the room where the bride was. Daochan tilted his head and saw that there were two maids in front of the door, talking and laughing there. He leaned against the corner of the wall, picked up two stones from the ground at random, and weighed them a few times in his hand: "Almost, no one can die." ”

With a flick of his wrist, the stone hit the back of the girl's head, and the girl fainted to the ground.

Daozen clapped his hands, walked to the door of the room, and pushed the door in.

The bride sits at the head of the bed, with a silver hairpin and a red cover, and a golden phoenix wedding dress.

"Who is it?" the bride hurriedly asked when she heard someone walk in from outside the door.

Daozen sat at the table, picked up the peanut on it, peeled it and threw it into his mouth.

"Cousin, it's me. ”

The bride was a little panicked, and her sleeves shook a few times: "I don't have a cousin, who are you?"

Daozen saw that there was still wine on the table, gave himself a glass, drank it all, and smacked his lips: "Sure enough, it is a rich man, and what he drank turned out to be Sydney Blossom, but the year is not very good, which is right, after all, Sydney Blossom that is more than ten years old is not something that ordinary people can drink." ”

"Cousin, since you don't recognize me as a cousin, it's okay. I have one thing to ask you now. ”

"What do you want to ask?"

"Cousin, don't panic first, when we talk, can you put aside the scissors in your hand?"

"I don't understand what you're saying. ”

Daozen sighed: "Forget it, since my cousin wants to take it, you can take it." Cousin, before your cousin and I came here, you had only one way to go: to marry that old man, and then be defiled by that old dog day by day, and be insulted to death as a plaything. And cousin, I can't bear to let my cousin suffer, and I have found a way for you. ”

"Although I don't know who you are, what is the way to go now? Then Liu Yuanwai and the county magistrate are cousins, and the so-called poor do not fight with the rich, and the people do not fight with the officials. I'm out of options. The bride began to sob.

"Why not, the scissors in your hand are not used for tailoring, right? Of course, my cousin is reluctant to let my cousin find a short-term meeting, but we can kill Liu Yuanwai, and without the groom's official, then this marriage must not be concluded." ”

When the bride heard this, she was so shocked that she was about to lift her hijab.

"I advise my cousin not to do this, if he sees my appearance, then my cousin may die in front of Liu Yuanwai. ”

The bride hesitated, then sat back on the bed: "Who the hell are you, and why are you doing this?"

"I'm your cousin. However, now it should be my cousin who answers my question, if I agree, I can help you, if not, cousin, I will turn around and leave now, and my cousin has never come. Daozen drank the little pear flower that was left and wiped his mouth.

The bride was silent for a long time before she opened her mouth: "What should I do?"

Daozen was satisfied, and he placed two porcelain vases, one green and one red, on the table.

"After I left, my cousin drank the contents of the green bottle, and then poured the contents of the red porcelain bottle into the wine. ”

Although the bride was still young, she also understood that Daozen was going to poison her. "But if... Someone found out... What to do?"

"Don't be afraid, the average person can't find out what is in it. But there is only so much that my cousin can help my cousin, and the rest of the things my cousin will ask for more blessings. Saying that, Daozen walked out of the house, thinking about the remaining bottle of Sydney Blossom, and felt sorry: "It's a pity that it's such a good wine." ”

When he walked out of the house, Daozen looked at the two red lanterns hanging at the door and laughed twice: "The color will be changed soon." ”

Back at the teahouse, the storyteller was drinking tea, and Daozen was casually sitting opposite.

"Drunk?" the storyteller poured him a cup of tea.

Dao Chan smiled: "Sydney flowers, don't drink for nothing." ”

"Why don't you get me some?" the storyteller smiled and looked at Daozen.

"Aren't you a drinker?"

"Good wine, of course, you still have to drink. ”

"Next time I'll remember. ”

The storyteller laughed indifferently and looked at the bustling streets.

"Ever since I rescued you from the North, I haven't understood why you like to do such a thing?"

The cool breeze was blowing, Dao Zen wine woke up for a minute, and he took a sip of tea: "Who knows?"

"It's a new life. The storyteller doesn't really guess, he said to Daozen.

"What kind of work, don't come to me about killing. ”

"Although I know you don't like to kill, you also know what we do, whether we want to kill or not. If you don't kill people, you won't have a living. ”

Daozen tapped his fingers on the table a few times: "Say it." ”

The storyteller smiled: "This time the job is very simple, that is, to kill a few scholars." ”

"Scholar, when did we start doing such a thing?"

"It's nothing to tell you, now that the Northern Expedition has been going on for three years, the Northern Barbarians have been beaten to pieces, and the general trend has gone. Above the imperial court, there have long been officials who have advised the saints to rest the soldiers and support the people. Even some generals began to write books. And His Majesty insisted on going his own way, not destroying the Northern Barbarians for a day, and not ordering the withdrawal of troops for a day. And the students of Lingnan Academy, they are ready to go to Beijing to advise His Majesty, and they are ready to impeach the current Prime Minister Wu Zinian, which can be regarded as touching the tiger's buttocks. ”

Daochan sighed while listening: "We are a gang of rivers and lakes, and we can manage the affairs of the imperial court?"

"We definitely can't control the affairs of the temple. But business is business, and if someone is willing to pay, we have to eliminate disasters for others. To each according to what he needs, that's all. ”

"How many people are there?" Daozen knew that he couldn't get rid of it.

"There were twenty-one scholars in that group. The temple is extremely cautious about this matter, and you have sent a total of five people. ”

"Let me guess, there must be an ancient head, and that dead demon Li Qingfeng, by the way, Yan Zhuohu will definitely go, and people like him who like to joke about the powerless chicken will definitely not want to let go of this kind of work. There's another one, I don't know. ”

The storyteller squinted at Dao Chan, and the corners of his mouth hooked: "There is one more, you will know when you go." She thinks about you day and night. ”

"Could it be Concubine Liu Ruo?" Daochan slapped the table: "I'm not going!"

When the storyteller saw Dao Chan so resolute, he laughed: "Hahaha, I have long guessed that you will react like this, but it still doesn't work." ”

"What the master is most afraid of is her, this woman has a bad stomach. Dao Chan was extremely helpless.

"Bad water? Is it bad water if I like you?"

"Come on, what you said is light, although she looks quite passable, but the reputation of "Zangyun Gong", who doesn't know?

"You still don't want to, and are you sure that there is no incurable disease in your eyes? If Concubine Liu Ruofei is quite good-looking, then I think there should not be many women in the world who can be considered beautiful. How many people want to kiss her Fangze, and they can't wait to die under her skirt, but it has become a disaster for you. ”

"Don't compare me to those idiots who only have women in their heads. I just want to ask again, can I really not go?"

The storyteller shook his head.

Daozen sighed: "When will you leave?"

"Get out of town now, go north, and the lark will find you. ”

"See you later. With that, Daozen walked downstairs.

Looking at Daochan's back, the storyteller had a smile on his face: "If You'er is still alive, he must be as tall as him." ”