In the early morning, it will bring the last rays of dawn to Datang.

Yesterday, it was the Yangbeard rebel coalition that walked out of Longdong City and went south. Also on the same day, the miracle doctor Sun Shichang died in the grass hall.

He died without grievances, because he was Sun Shichang. In the Tang Dynasty medical field created by Sun Shichang, everyone is his Sun Shichang, and everyone has "A Thousand Golden Prescriptions"!

When he died, it was in the night, and only a middle-aged Confucian saw his death, because the middle-aged Confucian wanted to collect his body.

Old man Sun Shichang walked very peacefully, just like many old men with children and grandchildren when they left. He has no wife or children, but in the entire Tang Dynasty, they are all disciples of his grandson Shichang, and maybe after a hundred years and thousands of years, no one can surpass the grand situation in the medical world he has created.

The cottage had closed this afternoon, and the original few guys in the shop had also received a lot of money, enough for them to eat and drink for a few months.

But the rebels will soon come outside the imperial capital, and these guys also know in their hearts that they are not very willing to go.

After the grass hall was closed, the body of the old man Sun Shichang stopped in the lobby of the grass hall. He didn't like to be around dead people, so he felt someone whispering softly in his ear.

In the blink of an eye, it was already two days later, and before leaving, Old Man Sun Shichang said that today would be the time when Guo Xiaojiu woke up. Freedom is not in the cottage, he has a lot of important things that he needs to do.

With a gust of wind blowing into the grass hall, Guo Xiaojiu, who was on the couch, poked out half of his sleep and from the dark abyss.

He desperately broke free of his big black hands, which were grabbing his ankles, trying to keep him in the dark.

"Ahh

Gently wiping away a few drops of sweat that were still dripping, Guo Xiaojiu hugged his head and began to gasp.

His head was a little swollen and painful, but the previous scenes seemed to still be in his memory, and he remembered the white-clothed Confucian outside the imperial city, before he lost consciousness.

"Senior brother?" Guo Xiaojiu seemed to remember the appearance of a middle-aged Confucian student, and he began to look for the shadow in the room. Except for the strong smell of herbs, no figure fell into his eyes.

He struggled to get up from the couch, fortunately his body was good, I don't know how many times he didn't move much, except for some soreness in his knees, there was nothing else abnormal.

Also, in the lower abdomen, there is a faint feeling of hunger.

On the wooden table in the room were dim sums, which were the last days of late winter, and they should not be very fresh, but they were enough to satisfy the stomach.

Guo Xiaojiu sat in front of the wooden table, which was the chair that Old Man Sun Shichang had sat on before his death. The layout of the room has not changed, and on the chaise longue in front of the window, it seems that there will still be an old gentleman.

Under the dim sum on the wooden table, there was a letter, which was left for Guo Xiaojiu. He picked up the letter

, slowly disassembled, carefully looked at a few times, it was left freely.

While eating snacks, I read the last few sentences of the letter, and the original content was not very much, and it was easy to understand.

Guo Xiaojiu took the letter back into his arms, he found a fairly clean shirt in the room, hung a saber and wine bag, and a sword behind him, he opened the door and looked towards the lobby of the thatched hall.

The third day after death is a good time to be buried in the earth.

Guo Xiaojiu walked downstairs quickly, nailed the old man's coffin board firmly, he carried the coffin, and walked on the street.

Without scrupling about those surprised glances, Guo Xiaojiu stretched out his hand to support the coffin and walked towards the alley leading to the Ming Gate.

When a person dies, he is buried in the ground. Old man Sun Shichang saved his Guo Xiaojiu's life, and he sent Sun Shichang to the end of his life, a very fair deal.

walked out of the city, there was nothing to stop along the way, and yes, now the Tang Imperial Capital, taking care of themselves, how can they have the opportunity to care about the behavior of these Jianghu people, as long as they don't add chaos to the imperial capital.

Outside the city, he found the feng shui treasure described in the letter, he gently placed the coffin on the ground, found tools from the forest, and began to get busy.

It wasn't until the afternoon that the sun began to tilt to the southeast, and Guo Xiaojiu stopped what he was doing, clapped his hands, and sat on the side of the grave.

"Old man Sun, respect you!" Guo Xiaojiu, who had already learned about Sun Shichang, took off the wine bag on his waist and spilled the wine on the grave.

The sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes are the most important. He also drank alcohol, which was a drink with Sun Shichang.

didn't stay long, he also had a lot of things to start dealing with, since there was no big problem, he always had to do something for the Tang Dynasty at this time.

For example, he needs to settle the business of the liquor store, he needs to know Han Changli's situation at this time, and he needs to know when Ning Buji will return to the imperial capital.

And, as a Jianghu person, the Jianghu people in the imperial capital city at this time should naturally stand on top of the city.

He got up, but he didn't leave immediately, he looked at the middle-aged white-clothed Confucian not far away, and was stunned.

Putting one hand in front of him, he smiled at Guo Xiaojiu: "Senior brother, why didn't you accompany the master, you ran out secretly, and when you arrived in Datang, you didn't say hello to me, even if the master doesn't recognize me as an apprentice, but you can't deny me as a senior brother." ”

"Senior brother. Guo Xiaojiu hurriedly gave up his hand, which was a proper courtesy.

He walked freely to the grave, and he squatted down in front of the grave, not kneeling down. There is no tombstone in front of the grave, which is the request of the old man Sun Shichang himself.

"Thank you, senior brother, for saving your life. Guo Xiaojiu said politely again, and then dared to squat down, squatting on the side of comfort, he vaguely remembered that a long time ago, he had the same scene with him on the island.

Zizi stretched out his hand to wipe it lightly on his shirt, and then raised a hand at Guo Xiaojiu and raised his head at him.

Reached

Sliding lightly on the scabbard, Guo Xiaojiu seemed to wake up suddenly, he raised his hand, and collided with his big hand, making a crisp sound.

"Now, Datang is in danger, and our brothers, just like digging a bird's nest back then, are working together to do something for Datang. He said freely, put down his hand, and his face was serious.

"That's what Senior Brother said. Guo Xiaojiu nodded hurriedly, not daring to refute, but muttered secretly in his heart: "This kind of doing something for Datang, and digging a bird's nest together, the entire Datang is afraid that only the senior brother can do it." ”

"You can go and do your own business first, the rebels will go outside the imperial capital, and they will get some children, and when the time comes, we will meet outside the imperial city, in front of the Suzaku Gate. "Freely, with his head held high, he has said these words to countless Jianghu sons and daughters who have come to the imperial capital.

Today, he told Guo Xiaojiu what he said.

"Hmm. Guo Xiaojiu nodded, and at the same time.

When he looked up, Zizi had already left in the glow, and from a distance, he could only see a white shirt.

Guo Xiaojiu began to enter the city, he had to go back to the wine shop first, the wine store was in the West Market, and there was a long way for him to walk.

In the imperial capital city, it is still lifeless, there are few pedestrians in the streets and alleys, and even the most prosperous east and west cities are not cared for, and the entire imperial capital city is like a stagnant water.

The front of the liquor store is also deserted, but the door of the liquor store is still open.

There was no sound of telling stories in the wine shop, which proved that even the old man Qian Zangzhen did not have Yaxing at this time.

Guo Xiaojiu walked into the wine shop, but he was a little surprised, because he didn't see the shadow of the old man Qian Zangzhen, could it be that the wine shop was also robbed?

His eyes rolled, and he already understood the way, he leaned on the scabbard and walked briskly towards the second floor.

Just halfway through, the "kicking" sound from the foot tapping on the stairs came to an abrupt end.

Sure enough, it was she who returned.

Ning Buer stood on the top of the stairs of the wine shop, dancing gently in his upper robe, and on the back sword, he could see the long silk at the end of the sword.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and they were silent for a long time,......