When Liu Yi chiseled the formation to Yang Zhi, Liu Yijian pointed at Yang Zhi's eyebrows.

Yang stood straight and straight, he didn't think about running away just now, and he didn't think about dodging now.

Two young people, one used to be a bandit in the mountains, and later he was just a running boy in a small inn, and in a few years, he became a mountain man by chance.

One is a coolie who carries sacks at the riverside wharf in Ruyang City, and because of fate, someone will provide for him, and his identity has come to an unprecedented reversal, and he has become the only son of the current emperor of Daqin in one fell swoop.

They have all changed from the past to the current pampered and superior.

They are all in Xuankong Mountain, and they are all sitting on the ascension platform and talking, boasting about cowhides.

The two of them once hit it off at first sight and became confidants.

But the two really seem to have a grudge in their previous lives, just like Liu Yi was a murderer of the whole family in his previous life, and Yang Zhi is a survivor of the victim's family.

In the dark, Yang Zhi seemed to have infinite hatred for Liu Yi in his heart, even if he could control his emotions well now, but he couldn't control this hatred.

Liu Yi's long sword came out, and a sword slapped on Yang Zhi's right arm, Yang Zhi, who had never bumped and touched Yang Zhi since he was a child, covered his arm, knelt on the ground and screamed, his face was full of tears, but his face was full of smiles.

Yang Zhi laughed heartily, laughing until Liu Yi was like an executioner, and laughing until Liu Yi's momentum seemed to be weaker than him.

Liu Yi asked, "Have you laughed enough?" ”

Yang Zhi burst into tears, he thought of his mother's death, covered in blood, but he kept laughing.

Liu Yi slapped Yang Zhi's left arm with a sword, and laughed and said: "When the husband is angry, he will bleed five steps, and he will be equally happy." ”

Liu Yi turned around and got off the boat with the long sword in his hand, and laughed before leaving: "Don't go too far, or Lao Tzu will really kill you." ”

Liu Yi held the wooden sword, and his hands trembled violently, as if the wooden sword did not obey the call and wanted to break free.

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On the twenty-ninth day of the first month of the twenty-fourth year of Daqin Jingning, he was tired of the Changchu Palace of the second county.

Chi Chongfeng, who was assassinated and injured a few years ago, has been recuperating in the Changchu Palace, and now he has finally recovered.

After recovering, Chi Chongfeng was ready to leave, but Liu Li was not easy to persuade to stay, so he gave the eldest disciple a difficult task to persuade Chi Chongfeng to stay.

Because they have been on the mountain for too long, Chi Chongfeng, who was once high, and Wan Yunxie, who has been dealing with the internal affairs of the sect, no longer have that little prejudice, but have become close friends in the boudoir who have nothing to say.

Since it was already Xie Sanqiu's turn to persuade Xie Sanqiu, who was not good to talk to the girl, to persuade him, Wan Yunxian had naturally persuaded him, and he couldn't help.

Xie Sanqiu entered the door only to see Chi Chongfeng in a white shirt boiling water to make tea, Chi Chongfeng saw that someone was coming, invited Xie Sanqiu to sit down, and poured a cup of tea for Xie Sanqiu.

After getting along for three years, Xie Sanqiu still didn't dare to look directly into Chi Chongfeng's eyes, because after seeing it, he really couldn't speak.

Wan Yunxia had a table full of ledgers on the table next to her, and was whispering, chattering while pulling the abacus.

Xie Sanqiu got up curiously and looked at it, and asked softly, "What is Senior Sister?"

Wan Yun tilted his head and didn't raise his head, reached out and clipped the covering Fass on his ear, and replied impatiently: "Last year's income and expenditure." ”

After finishing speaking, Wan Yun hummed coquettishly, got up and pushed the senior brother away before saying, "Because of your interruption, I miscalculated, ahhhhh

Xie Sanqiu spread his hands, "It's just a matter of care, is there anything wrong?"

Chi Chongfeng handed the tea to his mouth, and he was not in a hurry to drink it, and smiled toothily.

Chi Chongfeng actually likes this place very much in his heart, the things in this mountain, the people in this mountain, are much more interesting than those in Fengling Mountain.

Xie Sanqiu sat down again and said, "Master asked me to persuade you not to leave. ”

Wan Yun, who had been settling accounts, couldn't bear it anymore, got up and patted his senior brother's head and sighed, "Elm head!"

Chi Chongfeng just laughed, I don't know if he was laughing at Sanqiu's innocence, or laughing at Wan Yun's oblique can't help but say it, or both.

In the town outside the mountain gate of Changchu Palace, a middle-aged man came, wearing a purple shirt, a noble body, wearing a long sword at his waist, and a heroic posture.

The middle-aged man's behavior was incompatible with his identity, and he asked around the town, asking and asking.

The middle-aged man first asked about beef, but later learned that no one in the town could afford to eat beef, so naturally no one sold beef.

The middle-aged man began to ask about mutton, he didn't know that no one in the town would kill sheep, and the mutton made had a very strong smell.

When the middle-aged man finally asked what was the cheapest in the town, someone finally knew that Xie Crooked's knife noodles were the cheapest.

The middle-aged man changed his target and began to ask who Xie was crooked, but no one told him.

Xie Crooked Foot was lame because he came out of the womb and was thrown in the snow by his biological parents.

That year, it also snowed heavily in the south of Daqin, and Xie's adoptive father was seriously ill, and his adoptive mother braved the heavy snow to go to the mountains to collect medicine for her husband's treatment.

Xie Crooked Feet, who was left in the snow, was only wrapped in a rag shirt, and he screamed from the cold, and his adoptive mother followed the cry to find Xie Crooked Feet, who were abandoned on the mountain.

After the adoptive mother saw Xie's crooked feet with a red face that was frozen, she hurriedly stuffed him in her arms to cover the heat.

Xie's adoptive mother put her fingers into Xie's mouth, and the little Xie Crooked Foot was so hungry that she began to suck his adoptive mother's fingers hard.

Xie Crooked's adoptive parents were already in their forties, his adoptive father had always been in poor health, and his mother had been tired, so the old couple had never conceived a child, and they had been supporting Xie Crooked Feet as their own son after picking them up.

When Xie Crooked Feet grew up, it slowly showed that he was lame, but the second elder still regarded him as a treasure, carrying him wherever he went, holding it in the palm of his hand for fear of accidentally falling off, and worrying about it in his mouth.

The old couple had no money to spare, but they still worked hard to provide for their son's education.

Xie Crooked Foot got the name when he was in the school, Xie Crooked Foot.

His milk name was Xiaobao, and Mr. Private School married him a big name called Xie Bishi, but no one called him by either name, and everyone called him Xie Crooked Foot since then.

Xie crooked his feet and his head was clever, but he couldn't read.

Mr. Private School said that he could only teach Xie to read and write, but if he wrote articles, Mr. couldn't teach him.

After Xie Crook's parents were old, they began to set up a noodle stall for him, and Xie Crooked Feet couldn't do anything else because of his inconvenient legs, so he had been running a noodle restaurant conscientiously.

Xie crooked feet because he was frozen in the snow for too long when he was a child, he fell into some diseases, he is twenty years old this year, but his navel has not been cured, it is not good or bad, and he often drips yellow water when the weather is sunny and rainy.

Because of this disease, the tenants in the town basically do not go to Xie Crooked Feet to eat, and the villagers are also a little particular and feel that it is not clean.

When someone in the town used this to joke about Xie Crooked Feet, Xie Crooked Feet often said: "When you turn over the pass, you will be next to your companion, and your big tongue eats fat, and no one will say anything." ”

Those people would always spit out a few mouthfuls of thick phlegm to express their bad luck, but they didn't know that they were responding to Xie's crooked words.

They didn't know that Xie Crooked Foot never spits on the edge of the stall. Scratching his head and picking his navel, he never did it in front of the stall.

The town was often visited by a lot of rangers who didn't have much money, and they often went to eat at Xie Crooked's stall, because it was cheap and abundant.

As long as there are people from the rivers and lakes, Xie Crooked Feet will ask them about the affairs of the rivers and lakes, and if someone is willing to say it, Xie Crooked Feet will charge him less than one or two copper coins.

Xie crooked his feet thought about it later, and after discussing with his parents, he bought a shop next door and started an inn business.

Because Xie crooked feet can be a man and do things, many stall bosses began to attack him, and the rumors that he picked his navel at the beginning were originally nothing, but after a long time, they naturally broke themselves, and now there are new rumors.

When the middle-aged man with a long sword on his waist asked who Xie was crooked feet, a few people said it, and a few people pretended to be strong men and cut their wrists, as if they had made a lot of determination before saying, "Xie Crooked Foot Belly Button Eye Leakage, we often see him sitting on the stall buttoning his belly button, full of yellow water hand wash without washing and starting to make noodles." ”

gossiping, the middle-aged man heard someone say that a few days ago, the widow of the Cheng family went to Xie Crooked Foot stall to buy noodles, and saw Xie Crooked Foot touch the bottom of the widow of the Cheng family, and then began to make noodles again, and also did not wash her hands.

There were a few more people around the middle-aged man, and some people said that they saw Xie crooked feet and couldn't stand steadily, and he fell into the soup pot several times.

Later, someone went on to say that Xie was crooked and lame, and he couldn't go up the mountain to chop firewood, and he was reluctant to waste firewood to boil another pot of water, and he still kept the pot of water for the guests to make noodles.

In the end, someone said that Xie Crooked Feet used rat meat instead of shredded meat in order to save money, and he also looked down on people with dog eyes, and gave people a thin piece of knife-cut noodles and thick ones, and the thin ones were cooked thinly, and the thick ones were not cooked, so he was doing business with a clear conscience, no wonder he was cursed by God, and he was born with a lameness.

The middle-aged man was a little curious about how a lame young man could be hit by so many people, there should be no more than a thousand people in this town, how could so many people speak ill of a lame young man?

The middle-aged man ignored the gossip behind him, and began to look for the young man named Xie Crooked Foot in the town.

The town is very small, so small that there is no unified street, the houses are intersected and scattered, there are no rules, and the middle-aged people basically ask one by one, and only in the middle of the night do they find the noodle stall that has been deserted.

Xie Crooked, dressed in gray clothes, saw someone visiting his noodle stall, and limped out to greet the guests.

The middle-aged man stared at Xie Crooked Feet for a long time, and was a little embarrassed to see Xie Crooked Feet.

Xie Crooked Feet was the first to speak: "Our store has mixed sauce noodles, sauerkraut noodles, spicy noodles, knife-cut noodles, clear soup noodles, I don't know what the master eats?"

The middle-aged man smiled back and apologized for what happened just now, and the middle-aged man said: "Let's have a bowl of clear soup noodles and put more chopped green onions." ”

Xie crooked his feet in response and went to the stove to work.

Xie has been running a noodle stall for two or three years, and he can't talk about seeing the world or anything, but he has seen a lot of middle-aged rangers dressed like this, but most of those people don't look down on his noodle stall and won't settle down.

Xie crooked his feet and served the hot clear soup noodles, moved a stool to sit next to the middle-aged man, and asked, "During this time, I don't know what happened outside." ”

The middle-aged man reconciled the noodles and took a bite before he smiled: "It's not a big national event, it's just a few small things that happened." ”

Xie crooked his feet and peeled the garlic cloves in his hands, and the pockets of his clothes were full of garlic skins, and chuckled: "Master knows, then tell me about it!"

The middle-aged man took the sea bowl and drank the soup along the side, and said with a smile after being satisfied: "Let's start a few years ago, there is an old monk sitting on Xuankong Mountain. There was an old Taoist priest on Salu Mountain who watched the snow every day, and died before he could see enough. There were a few more difficult young men on the mountain. The crown prince is going to compete with King Zhiyu for the throne. ”

After the middle-aged man said a few words abruptly, he asked curiously, "That, do you know that the former prince is dead?"

Xie crooked his feet and chuckled, quite conceited, "The small shop is lively, so the small one can inquire about things, and he can get seven or eight points, and the little one knows about Yang Hong's death." ”

The middle-aged man smiled and asked, "Do you know who there are in Changchu Palace?"

Xie tilted his feet and nodded, "I know, Chi Chongfeng should be about to leave Chang Chu Palace, as soon as she leaves, according to the urine sex of Chang Chu Palace in the past two years, Xie Sanqiu will inevitably follow, so that there are only two people left in Chang Chu Palace, Liu Li and Wan Yun Xian Master and Apprentice." ”

The middle-aged man laughed, "You, you are much more reliable than the scholar named Li Shiyu, you are paying Nanjia, do you want to follow me into Ruyang City? ”

Xie tilted his feet and shook his head, "My parents are still here, and I couldn't study when I was a child, so I remember clearly the sentence 'My parents are here, don't travel far, and there must be a way to travel', I have no way to solve it, so naturally I can't go." ”

Fu Nanjia laughed, "After you are in a high position, the second elder will naturally be taken care of." ”

Xie crooked his feet and smiled apologetically: "After all, it is not as good as my own hands!"

Fu Nanjia stopped talking nonsense, ate the noodles in a few bites, first drank the green onions floating on the soup noodles along the mouth of the bowl, and then drank the soup with chopsticks while stirring, and drank the noodle soup until there was only a small mouthful of soup base left.

Xie Crooked Foot smiled after seeing Fu Nanjia's appearance: "Why don't I give you a whole bowl again?"

Fu Nanjia shook his head, "I'm full, I love to drink soup, I'm sick." ”

After Fu Nanjia finished eating, he leaned crooked on the table.

Xie crooked his feet thinking that there should be no more guests, but there may be one or two, so he was not in a hurry to close the stall, but extinguished a few lights, and carried the brazier that the copper kettle had been transformed into after it was broken to the stove.

Xie squatted down with difficulty with his crooked feet, planted two shovels of bright charcoal fire in the stove hole with a shovel, and then used two wooden sticks to set up the brazier in front of Fu Nanjia.

The two sat facing each other, and they could see each other clearly under the flickering light.

Xie crooked his feet and pulled the charcoal fire with iron tongs, and sat for most of the night.

The charcoal fire was about to be extinguished, and when there was no warmth, Fu Nanjia got up and said softly: "I also understand your thoughts, as if you don't believe me if you don't give you some favors." ”

Fu Nanjia asked, "Is there any room left?"

Xie tilted his feet and nodded.

Fu Nanjia nodded, "Don't be in a hurry to close the stall first, come to my house first." ”

Xie didn't listen to him, there are many cats and dogs in the town, and those animals often wander around at night, and the pig intestines hanging outside the door of Lao Liang's house next door in Chinese New Year's Eve were dragged away by several dogs.

After Xie crooked his feet and covered the flour and hot water, he doused the open fire with water before following Fu Nanjia into the house.

The next day, Xie Crooked Feet did not come out of the stall, and Xie Crooked Feet did not come out of the stall for the next two days, but went to the stall on crutches to see his old parents busy on the stall.

On the fourth day, Xie's crooked feet were no longer crooked.

The old couple was very happy, and now their son can finally marry a daughter-in-law, and asked around who has a girl of the right age, and the old couple also asked several well-known matchmakers.

After Xie walked crookedly, there seemed to be no change in lighting the fire, he was still running a stall, and other peers were still slandering him, everyone still called him Xie Crooked Feet, and the little girl from the old Liang family next door was no exception.

Later in the Huanghuang history books, on Xie Bishi's inscription, Xie Xiaobao's name is not there, but he has a nickname - Xie Crooked Feet.

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In the original Lu County in the southwest of Daqin, there are three people riding horses.

Brother Lang fell behind unexpectedly, and Brother Lang shouted ahead of him: "Childe, it's so close to the Qionglu Academy, let's go back?"

Li Baiyao, who was riding on the horse, was even more dusty than Brother Lang, and chuckled: "I only sent money once a few days ago, and now you are embarrassed to go back if you don't have any money?"

Du Heli, who opened the road in front, did not change in the slightest, he was still meticulous, relaxed, and he didn't feel hot in black, and laughed: "Do you miss your child daughter-in-law?"

Brother Lang turned his head and said, "No." ”

Du Heli smiled and asked, "Do you not want Hu Qingmei, or are you not a child daughter-in-law?"

Brother Lang was a little dizzy.

Du Heli thought that the journey was extremely boring, and it was interesting to joke about Brother Lang, and said with a smile: "Other people's child daughters-in-law are men and women who grow up together, and the man's parents provide food and clothing for the female baby. ”

Brother Lang roared, "I don't have the surname Lang. ”

Du Heli nodded to show that he understood, and discussed loudly: "Do you want to have my surname Du?" Brother Du Lang, it's not good, it's not ugly, so-so, call your godfather first." ”

Brother Lang stepped forward, he wanted to slap Du Gongzi, but the distance was too far, and he didn't even touch Du Heli's clothes.

Brother Lang said boringly: "I said that I was going to the north, but it has been three or four years, and I haven't gone yet, and now it's even more excessive, and I won't go back when I get home." ”

Li Baiyao said with a smile: "It's not too late to go to Shiguo after traveling to the nine counties, and when the time comes, going home can be regarded as returning home." ”

Brother Lang said: "How long will it take, now it's all at the door." ”

Li Baiyao said with a smile: "Heaven and earth are long, all are the heaven of right and wrong, the land of right and wrong." ”

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On the first day of February, the night.

Chi Xuejun, the ancestor of Fengling Mountain, was swaying in his own house one acre and three points, and he really didn't dare to come out during the day, and as soon as he came out, he could kneel down a large piece of black pressure, and those juniors were uncomfortable, and he was not comfortable.

Chi Xuejun misses his great-granddaughter a little, and if she is there, he will also have a talking partner.

Chi Xuejun learned from the appearance of a hundred miles of green, jumped from the ground to the top of Tianyi Peak, Chi Xuejun was actually quite satisfied with the name of Tianyi Peak, as for what yin and yang, he cares.

The overall situation of the Chi family, he Chi Xuejun can no longer control it, the current Chi family has become a hairpin family, and the children of the family are all studying, except for Chi Chongfeng and Chi Chong, who he attaches the most importance to, everyone else seems to have forgotten that their family was only born recklessly three hundred years ago.

Chi Xuejun stood on top of the water column of Tianyi Peak, and the water did not wet his shoes or get wet.

Chi Xuejun looked around, he couldn't see enough of this mountain, unlike Qinghui Lao Dao, he couldn't see enough of the snow of the Dao Peak, and he couldn't see enough of the people of Fengling Mountain.

The spring breeze moved, the wind chimes were gusting, but Chi Xuejun's thoughts were not in the 10,000-pole bell, he had been looking around at the mountain, and finally he found clues.

There is an inconspicuous courtyard gate next to the bluestone square, and the couplet on the courtyard gate has been moved.

The ancestor of Fengling Mountain jumped off Tianyi Peak and landed directly in front of the courtyard gate.

He jumped from the towering Tianyi Peak, and even if he landed on the muddy ground, the mud under his feet did not change, as if it was just a weightless feather that fell.

The ancestor of Fengling Mountain carefully looked at the six words "Shanshan Cui" and "Bamboo Sound" pasted on the red paper, and laughed.

Chi Xuejun said with a smile: "It used to be a good prince, but I wanted to dress up as a little Taoist, but now I am a good Taoist Zhenjun, I think of things under the mountain every day, you, you are worse than me, I really don't want to soar?

Chi Xuejun's actions were very different from his feelings, he slowly tore off the six words, folded a few pieces of paper into a stack and sprinkled urine on them.

The ancestors of the Chi family in Fengling Mountain were in a good mood, and hummed the most popular tune of their generation, "The three mountains are half in the blue sky, and the two waters are divided into Egret Continent......"

Thousands of miles away, Baili Qingqing Imperial Sword came, different from the previous battles, the restrained Baili Qingqing came this time, silently, and in an instant.

Chi Xuejun hurriedly tidied up her pants, turned around while tying her belt, and laughed: "The little girl is amazing, she almost hid from the old man, let's put it this way, she is old, and the wrinkled ones are not good-looking, why don't the old man introduce you to a few young people with strong blood?"

Baili Qingqing chuckled, "It's disrespectful to the old." ”

The old ancestor of Wind Bell Mountain, Zhengse, asked, "Is the sword okay?"

Baili Qingqing nodded, "The wooden sword is fine, and the rune sword is naturally fine." ”