"Senior, it seems that this matter has nothing to do with that Ding Anyuan, why don't I wait to arrest someone and interrogate him?"

"Don't worry, I will experience the customs today, and I will not be late to go tomorrow, since the prince has opened his mouth, you and I will just go through the motions according to the words. ”

After a while, the old man with the sword and the man in armor who had changed his ordinary outfit wandered around the city, and the two stopped at a tofu shop, and the woman who was working was also enthusiastic, and stepped forward to greet two words, "Two, come to a piece of tofu, just out of the hat, and it's still hot." ”

The old man with the sword was a little greedy, but everyone else was holding the fence, only his hands were empty, and he wanted to find a table in the shop, but the only place to stand was the area under the woman's feet.

"Borrow a piece of your bowl, and if you want to feel sorry for the bowl money, I'll eat it and leave. ”

"A bowl is not tight. The woman rubbed her hand stained with brine against her body, then handed the old man tofu.

The old man didn't twist either, the long sword he had originally carried in his arms was stuffed in the creaking nest, and then he took the celadon bowl and gave the man next to him a paid look. The man took out a piece of broken silver, and the woman waved her hand, indicating that two pennies were enough. The man shook his head, he didn't think it was troublesome, so he simply bought all the tofu and sent it to the sponsored house, afraid that the woman would feel awkward in her heart, so he mentioned it again, and the extra ones were considered errands.

Leaving the tofu shop, the man breathed a sigh of relief, he had been on the battlefield for a long time, but he didn't know how to communicate, he was used to it calmly in the barracks, and it was a little difficult to understand in the face of the twisted people, "Senior, why is that woman so ......"

"Don't open your mind. The old man with his sword under his arm said.

The man nodded, this should be what he meant.

"It's called simplicity if it's good, and it's pedantic if it's not good, that's what you don't open up in your mouth, I think it's also very good, it's just right to take it in the right way, and it's also a blessing. ”

The man scratched his head, not knowing whether he really understood or was confused.

The old man was in a good mood and said with a smile.

"For example, how many people joined the army with you, and how many other people were in the same cavalry?"

The man stopped, not ashamed, and raised his fingers to count.

The old man with the sword didn't wait for the man to understand, and said to himself: "Is there a lot of fresh faces, the soldiers who were originally the same period as you have either retired or been promoted." ”

The man simply put down his finger and nodded.

"Everyone else has ascended to heaven, either promoted or promoted to a more famous cavalry team, only you are still a small cavalry vanguard, you say that you are no different from that woman, not all of them are the same brainless, pedantic to the extreme, such a situation, I have not seen you so unhappy. ”

The words entered the man's heart, and he didn't care about the surroundings, and laughed heartily, attracting the sideways eyes of the people around him.

"I understand, I understand, then I can say it to the old gentleman, I just hope that the old man will not blame. ”

The old man looked like he was about to fart, and the man didn't sell it, so he said directly: "The predecessors are also a rare master of the rivers and lakes, although I don't know how to divide the rivers and lakes, in short, except for the charlatans who are newly recruited by His Royal Highness the Prince, otherwise there are people with genuine goods in their hands, and you will always see the latter." If you put the previous meaning, in the vernacular, it is nothing more than that you have not been reused by the prince, and you have been sent here to go through the motions, I see that you are still leisurely. ”

"It's different, it's not the same. ”

The man was puzzled, followed the old man's steps, and asked with a sideways face, "What's the difference?"

"Life is not at the right time. ”

The man naturally didn't understand the so-called time, and when he saw that his face was gloomy, he didn't ask any more questions, followed the old man, entered the teahouse, and chose a clean table at random. When Xiao Er saw that the guests were coming, he didn't care about the ups and downs of the storyteller's ending, so he hurriedly poured two cups of tea for the two of them, and had some food to satisfy their hunger.

Mr. Storyteller just finished telling the story, took a sip of tea, and rested for a while, a middle-aged man dressed a little sloppily shouted: "Old man, tell us again, the city has been in the limelight recently, and the story of the fairy removing the python is confused." ”

"Yes, yes, yes, not to mention the details, it has become a digestible snack after a meal, and it is becoming more and more evil!"

As if he had caught the interest of the storyteller, he immediately swallowed the tea that was rinsing his mouth, shouted "yes" in his mouth, and then woke up and patted the wood, and told the story.

"Then tell me the story of the recent Hanjiang City, where immortals descended from the sky, pulled out fangs, set immortal fires, punished evil and promoted good, and broke demons with swords. Then it was narrated, although some passages were exaggerated, most of the plots were the same, and the people around were also listening to it with relish.

Seeing that the audience was enthusiastic, Mr. Storyteller was also even harder.

"The jailer is fierce and evil, the mysterious man is not afraid at all, as if he is possessed by an immortal, his fingers are condensed, he only feels that the momentum has changed greatly, a little cold light arrives first, and then the sword qi is like a dragon, several breathing jailers have fallen to the ground, the fortunate one dies in the chest, and the head of the declining person runs through, all of them are murder to pay for their lives, and they owe debts and pay money, which is justified. ”

Then Xingmu slapped it in one go.

"Good"

The listeners applauded, it seemed to be extremely bloody, but it made people listen to the righteousness of Bo Yuntian, especially such an ethereal kung fu, which was even more convincing. Even the old man with the sword was no exception, and even asked: "But the fingers are condensed, and they hurt people in the air?"

The storyteller is also not easy to assert, "As for whether it is true or not, I don't know, every word and deed is the words of the hard-working people, and they should not be faked." ”

"That chivalrous fairy, what does it look like?"

"Coincidentally, a few days ago, the heart of the chivalrous fairy in Bluestone Lane was better blocked, I happened to be drinking in the surrounding wine shops, and this is the true face, although the clothes are ragged, but he looks handsome, like a down-and-out son. ”

"I heard that there are many beautiful ladies in the city, and I asked the painter to secretly paint the appearance, I am afraid that I am also thinking about spring dreams at night, either suffering myself, or suffering the man next to the pillow. ”

Laughter erupted.

"Maybe it's really a mortal immortal in the sky, deliberately changing into that way. The half-drunk man at the next table said proudly.

The old man with the sword didn't ask any more questions, still drinking tea and listening to books.

On the way back, the man was a little confused, opened his mouth several times and didn't speak, the old man with the sword looked at his appearance, knew to ask what he asked, as if talking to himself: "What the storyteller said is not false, and hurting people in the air is not nonsense, or false, it can only be said that our world is too short-sighted." ”

"Then the seniors can't use such six-grade martial artists?"

As if poking the old man's sore spot, his expression was a little depressed, and he laughed at himself: "I have been learning swords since I was a child, obsessed with it, and now I have no family, and I have spent my whole life in enlightenment, I have entered the realm of six products at the age of forty, and then I knew that the six products are just the starting point of martial arts, and in the next fifteen years, I have not moved at all, and I am afraid that I will regret it in my lifetime." ”

"The predecessors said this, wouldn't we be ordinary martial artists who couldn't live. The man said ashamedly.

"Hahahaha, too, I'm a little bit of a blessed. The old man with the sword laughed.

"That's what it is. ”

"Well, in reason, in reason, you made me reflect a lot, your soil burns me and smells sweet, go back and let me taste it. ”

The man responded heartily, and the two left together.

......

Luoyang, the magnificent building in the center of the city, the palace golden roof, the red door, the ancient style, spontaneously born a sense of solemnity. In the study room with the plaque of Tianlu Pavilion, a person dressed in golden clothes, although he is old but not dignified, holds the golden rod but has not put down the pen for a long time.

In front of the solemn old man's bookcase stood an old man dressed as a Taoist priest, with gray hair, a pair of finely seamed fox eyes, and some cunning illusions.

"I heard that the piece at the end has been pulled?"

The solemn old man didn't wait for the fox-eyed old man dressed as a Taoist priest to speak, and continued.

"It's a pity, but it's not a pity to die!"

The fox-eyed old man smiled, and with the eyes that looked like a fox, he really looked like a fox.

"In recent years, the movement has really gotten bigger, who can blame this? Who set up the vertebrae back then, otherwise he could be so tough?"

"Gu Chunqiu, you will throw off the burden, rely on my head, you have to get it, blame me, blame me. The solemn man laughed angrily.

"It's an innocuous pebble, so indulgent is nothing more than exploring the water, how much splash it can make, but it also underestimates Chu Ran, but think about it, you Truman brothers, that is a fuel-efficient lamp. The fox-eyed old man surnamed Gu said calmly.

"This game of chess has not been played for a few years, you and I are both loess people, as for whether it can be finished, God knows. ”

"It's just that you still care about the only remaining fetters, so many stumbling blocks, the fetters have already become a rope for life, and this rope will be strangled on whose neck when the time comes, borrow your words, God knows. ”

Looking at the man who didn't say a word, the fox-eyed old man didn't stop talking, not spitting out unpleasantly, "Back then, the rebel army rebelled and surrounded you in the city for three days, Chu Ran rode thousands of miles into the city and rescued you from the crowd, and this little thought and love pulled you, do you owe him less? As early as the woman died outside the palace, Chu Ran's relationship with you has long been broken, how much love do you think you have left with Chu Ran?"

"In my opinion, you are stupid, Chu Ran is even more stupid, I'm afraid that I am not the only one who scolds here, or that Song Xianshu pointed at Chu Ran's nose and scolded, but it was his own sister who died, one only cared about playing chess, and the other only cared about going around, if I were Chu Ran, I would have already rebelled, and 100,000 iron horsemen would have set foot on this Luoyang City. ”

The fox-eyed old man was tired of scolding, so he didn't waste some useless words, he simply sat on the ground, and the two seemed to have changed their identities, the courtiers became monarchs, and the monarchs became courtiers.

"It's me Chu Quan who owes him!" the majestic man only said one sentence, and then got up and left. Some majestic bodies, I don't know when they have been rickety, lonely backs, and some rotten taste.

The fox-eyed old man looked at the back of the leaving, put his shirt on the tip of his nose and sniffed lightly, and then shook his head with a wry smile, how could he not be a fast decaying wood. Looking at the undried handwriting on the white paper of the bookcase.

When the interruption continues.

The fox-eyed old man looked in the direction the man was leaving and sighed.

"Why bother!"