Yan Zhongan was looking at his son who walked into the Shumi Courtyard without saying a word, and that look could directly swallow life alive.

Yan Zhiping felt that the atmosphere didn't seem to be right, in the past, when he walked into this secret courtyard, those who were on duty could put their faces on their buttocks, but now they are all buried in the desk and writing hard, looking like they have nothing to do with themselves.

Who is Ke Yan Zhiping?

It is the only son of the prime minister, the four young people in Kyoto, who can call the wind and rain wherever he goes. It's just that it feels a little deflated at this moment, but he doesn't care about it.

Yan Zhiping cared about his father's eyes, which seemed to be burning a fire at the moment. He shook his fan vigorously to hide his uneasiness, squeezed out a small smile on his face, and walked towards his father.

"The child has seen his father!" Yan Zhiping bent down and saluted, lowered his head and didn't dare to get up, he could only glance at his father sitting on the Taishi chair with his spare eyes.

Yan Zhong'an's tiger body was shocked, and he ejected from the chair angrily, "You still dare to come to me to say goodbye!" It is said that tigers are poisonous and do not eat children, but at this moment, they saw Yan Zhongan draw a sharp blade from under the table, and slashed towards Yan Zhiping without saying anything.

The frightened faces of the house turned white, and he shouted: "Xiangye is angry." ”

Yan Zhiping was even more stupid, after all, he had never seen Yan Zhongan lose his temper so much, and he didn't understand why he annoyed Yan Zhongan.

This sharp blade was about to slash at Yan Zhiping's neck. Prime Minister Yan Zhongan didn't even blink his eyes, let alone collect his strength. If this knife is hit, I am afraid that Yan Zhiping will immediately splatter three feet of blood, and the corpse will be separated.

Yan Zhiping was also stiff at the moment, with a paranoid and crazy look on his face, "Come on." Hack me to death. ”

Fortunately, someone next to him kicked Yan Zhiping to the ground. The blade slashed across his face, cutting a blood-red mark, and Yan Zhiping immediately bled all over his face.

Yan Zhongping saw that the knife did not hit, and he stabbed again.

"Don't run yet!" shouted an attendant in the house.

At this time, I saw two people jumping out left and right, one wanted to hug Yan Zhongan, and the other went to snatch the blade.

Seeing this, Yan Zhiping covered his injured cheeks and fled.

"Hurry up and let me go, let me hack this rebel to death. Yan Zhongan was stopped and desperately wanted to break free. However, a group of people kneeling in front of him asked for the son's life, "The prime minister still asks for anger! After all, the son is still a teenager." ”

Yan Zhong ignored everyone safely, broke free angrily, kicked over the passers-by in front of him, and chased Yan Zhiping with a big knife......

Yan Zhiping was leaning against the stone lion at the entrance of the Prime Minister's Mansion and panting heavily, tearing off a strip of cloth from his sleeve with his mouth, and then wrapped it around the wound on his cheek. The wound is hot, it really hurts. He didn't realize that his father would really do such a heavy hand, and now that he thinks about it, it feels even more terrifying, if the knife is hit, he is afraid that there will be no more Yan Zhiping in the world. What's even more ridiculous is that he was still betting on whether the knife would be collected...... The government didn't dare to stay any longer, so he could only run outside.

Before Yan Zhiping could calm down, he heard an exclamation behind him. Looking back, I saw Yan Zhong'an striding meteor, with a domineering demeanor that would kill those who stood in the way, and chased him out with a knife.

Yan Zhiping panicked, and shouted as he fled, "Yan Zhongping, what kind of nerves are you." Why do you want to kill me?"

Yan Zhongan chased him down the street, ignoring the surprised eyes of the people in Kyoto, pointed a knife at Yan Zhiping's back, and scolded loudly: "You rebel, you dare to ask the reason! I am seeking justice for the people, no one will want to stop me today, I have to break your little rabbit cub into pieces." ”

After saying that, the prime minister chased after him again.

Yan Zhiping felt that his head was in chaos. My father is old, but his physical strength is good, and he doesn't feel tired after chasing this for a long time. Now I don't dare to think about anything, I can only run as far as I can.

......

The prescription prescribed by Lang Zhong to the fat man was handed over to Jian Shuzhi by Wu Xuansheng. At this moment, Jian Shuzhi was handing the prescription to the pharmacy owner in the pharmacy.

The owner of the pharmacy is surnamed Daqian, in his forties, shrewd and capable. He has a mustache on his chin that is often groomed. Fang Daqian, the bearded boss, took the paper prescription and said: "This prescription is very well written, the medicine is fast and reasonable, and it is from the hands of a famous doctor." It's just that this Lang Zhong is a little extravagant, and he actually uses such a good paper to write a prescription!"

"According to the prescription, this time I will give you a three-day supply. After three days, come back to grab the medicine. ”

Jian Shuzhi looked at the medicinal herbs that were wrapped in kraft paper by Fang Daqian, the owner of the pharmacy, and then tied with a straw rope. These herbs are tightly stacked and neatly stacked, and they are easy to take.

The layout of the pharmacy is the front shop and the back hall, with a curtain in the middle separating the line of sight, and then there is a backyard behind it, and there are several warehouses in the backyard.

Fang Daqian handed the prescription back to Jian Shuzhi, "Remember to take it and put it away!"

Jian Shuzhi took the prescription and turned back to thank Fang Daqian.

Ma Lun, the coachman, walked into the pharmacy with a nervous look on his face, and almost knocked over Jian Shuzhi, who was going out.

The coachman, Ma Lun, said sorry to Jian Shuzhi and walked to the counter.

Jian Shuzhi glanced back, and looked surprised: Something must have happened to this coachman's house? He bent down to pick up the medicinal herbs that had been knocked to the ground by the coachman, and without stopping too long, Jian Shuzhi patted his sleeve and turned around and walked into the crowd of people on the street.

After returning to the mansion, Jian Shuzhi took out a dose of medicinal herbs that had been prepared by the owner of the pharmacy and put it in the medicine jar. He patiently lit a stove and stayed by the side with peace of mind.

The drunkard old man Song Qi smelled the smell first and came to look for him.

"Brother Jian, do I want to ask you something?"

Jian Shuzhi stopped fanning the fire in his hand, "What does Old Song want to ask?"

Song Qixian glanced around mysteriously, and when he saw that there was no one around, he said in a low voice: "This matter is a long story, and I am afraid that I will delay your decoction, so I will make a long story short." ”

Jian Shuzhi nodded, and asked with a smile: "Could it be that Song Lao has a heart for talent and really wants to take me as an apprentice?"

Three black lines appeared on Song Qixian's head, which was clearly which pot was not opened and which pot was mentioned. Jian Shuzhi is mocking his troubles again!

The drunkard old man smiled and competed with each other, "As far as your qualifications are concerned, I don't look down on them." But if you are bored, you can give you some pointers by the way, and keep it for you for a lifetime. ”

Jian Shuzhi smiled and said, "This is really unbelievable!" and then shifted his gaze and shook the fan.

The drunkard old man found a small stool and sat next to it. Unscrewed the wine gourd and poured a sip of wine. Hold up the Sun and Moon Pot and say "Thank you".

Jian Shuzhi replied, "Don't thank me. Since I nodded and promised, then I will definitely do my best to do it. ”

The drunkard old man laughed, "Your temper is quite appetizing to me." After speaking, the old drunkard approached and smelled the fragrance of the medicine, and said, "Your fire is too small, how long will this last?" ”

Jian Shuzhi sighed and said, "It is estimated that you are also the master who has never done such things. The decoction needs to be used with a combination of simmering fire and martial fire, and if the heat is not mastered well, the medicinal power will be dispersed, just like you should pay attention to the combination of movement and static in your old practice. ”

The drunkard old man nodded and said, "Your kid has a good understanding. It's just that I don't know where to steal a few wild ways to practice the mind, the foundation is okay, the skin is rough and the flesh is thick, and it is more resistant to beating. It's a pity that I didn't meet the guidance of a famous teacher, so I can only stop there!"

Jian Shuzhi smiled, if you want to accept apprentices, you can say directly, why bother making such a big detour.

Regarding the matter of worshipping as a teacher, Jian Shuzhi has never thought about it. He changed the subject and asked, "What should I call my pendant?" I thought of a few of them, but I was not satisfied. ”

"On the bank of the river, the stone is lightless, millennially sharpened, warm and moist. It's better to call it 'Youfang Fall'! It just happens to be your character, usually Taoguang is obscure, and the edge is not obvious, but in fact, it will be a blockbuster. ”

Jian Shuzhi was stunned for a moment, and then silently recited: "There is a square fall, there is a square fall." There is a pendant, the name is unpretentious, low-key and unremarkable, but it contains the meaning of poetry, which is really good. ”

Jian Shuzhi shook the fan and patiently looked after the medicine stove, but then he thought of the purpose of the drunkard old man's trip to Jingshi, so he asked, "Has Old Song been looking for trouble with the bird trap these days?"

The drunkard old man Song Qixian turned his head and drank two sips of wine in embarrassment. said: "I have been to the imperial city a few times. Why don't I take you for a long time next time?"

"Gotcha, gotcha. You're good at everything else, but your speech is a little out of bounds, and my brain is slow to react and can't keep up with your rhythm. ”

Song Qixian smiled, and after a pause, he began to speak again: "There will be a life-and-death battle between me and the bird trapping house." Because I was worried that I would lose, I wanted to pass on this skill to future generations. ”

"This reason is very lame!" Jian Shuzhi said. His own son is not passed on, but passed on to outsiders. Who would believe such a statement?

Song Qixian knew that Jian Shuzhi wouldn't believe it, so he reached out and patted his head and said, "I really don't want to take you as an apprentice!" Song Qixian pondered for a moment and asked, "You are very familiar with that girl Wen Wan?"

"Something?"

"I found out last night that this girl has a natural talent, she is born with a sword embryo, and her achievements are limitless. Song Qixian expressed his intentions, "I'm actually optimistic about her!"

Jian Shuzhi glanced at Song Qixian, "I'm not optimistic about you! A person who even has to hide his identity, how can he be convincing?"

"So you want to know who I am?"

"Or else?"

"Have you ever heard of the Literary Criticism and Martial Arts Judgment List?" Song Qixian asked.

The first time I heard about the literary review and martial arts judging list, I learned about it from Gao Fengxiang's mouth. Gao Fengxiang was chased and killed very badly, according to him, it annoyed the people who set the list. These days, Jian Shuzhi always feels that Gao Fengxiang is a little mysterious, as if he is secretly planning something.

"I've heard a little. Jian Shuzhi's face turned straight and asked, "Could it be that Song Lao, are you the one on the list?" Jian Shuzhi knew that this list had a high gold content. If the drunkard old man can be on the list, it can indeed subvert the existing impression of him.

The drunkard old man Song Qixian smiled incomprehensibly, "The object of my appointment in Kyoto is the person on the list!"

Although he was not on the list, he dared to face off against the people on the list. That can also show that he is powerful, and Jian Shuzhi admires this very much.

The drunkard old man actually showed his identity from the side. He believed that with Jian Shuzhi's ingenuity, it was not difficult to speculate.

The reason why there is a little fog is just like those women in the green building, who are half-hidden and half-hidden, and they take off their essence when they come up, so what's the point!

At this moment, a crisp and pleasant voice sounded, "Jian Shuzhi, where did you go." ”