Holding the reins in one hand, Yun Lan looked at the old farmer puzzled, and said, "Old man, ...... are you?"

The old farmer shook the remaining cigarette on the pipe in his hand, raised his cloudy eyes, and said, "Don't worry, little scholar! I just said that I can't take you back to my house, it's not that I can't fill your belly." ”

After speaking, the old peasant took out an object from his bosom, and looked at its shape, which should be a small part of the black plain clothes, and kept folding, and a piece of cake-like thing gradually revealed, it turned out to be a large cake, which looked a little yellowish and a little wrinkled.

"Let's eat it! This is a cake that the old woman made for me early, I am afraid that I will starve all the way, and I am not hungry yet, you see, is it very troublesome for women!" The old farmer mentioned his wife, his face was a little excited, although he said all kinds of bad things about his wife, but the smile on his face was still undiminished.

The dress is simple and ancient!

"Uncle, this is not good!" Yun Lan's eyes were a little moist, she put down the reins with one hand, lowered her head, pushed the flatbread handed by the old farmer, and said, "This is made for you by your wife, can't you just give it to me!"

"Oh, don't push and push, isn't the cake made for people to eat?" couldn't help but say, the old farmer stuffed the cake into Yun Lan's arms, then looked at Yun Lan, and muttered: "If my kid is still alive, he should be as old as you!"

Yun Lan is also a person who practices martial arts, and her ears are outstanding, so she naturally heard what the old farmer said, and the whole person froze, and said, "Uncle, I ......!"

"Hey!" The old farmer shook his head, looked at Yun Lan and said lovingly, "This matter should have started seven years ago............

Time is very slow, like a flow of water, clear and calm.

On the bluestone steps, the old farmer is telling a story, and the young man in purple is listening carefully while nibbling on a flatbread.

Seven years ago, hundreds of officers and soldiers came to the village and arrested all the young people in the village, including the old farmer's son.

Since that day, the old farmer has never received half a cent of news from his son, in fact, the old farmer knows what the consequences will be after being arrested by the official army, but he always thinks about the good side, maybe it is deception, or maybe it is hope.

Time is gone, the old farmer and his wife have slowly accepted this fact, the days have to go on, although the husband and wife are poor, but they are also peaceful, the wife cooks, the old farmer collects firewood, plain, but also a kind of enjoyment.

But the taxes are getting heavier and heavier, and life is difficult, and slowly, the two of them work harder, plus some savings for the next year, but they also carry it.

The more Yun Lan listened, her face seemed to be so gloomy that she was about to drip water, and her fists were clenched tightly.

Harsh government is fiercer than a tiger!

As the son of a prince, Yun Lan naturally did not experience what the life of the people was like, but today, he is constantly refreshing his inner concept, the pain of losing his son, taxation and forced labor, and multiple oppression, but he can maintain such a mentality.

Yun Lan gradually understood the purpose of this trip! and gradually understood why the Heavenly Master's Mansion and the Jiangnan Xie family would help him all the way, even if he took his life, under the righteousness, he still did not leave or retreat.

"Goo-goo!"

The rooster crowed, and it started and it went up louder than the other.

"Well, I've told you so much! I should go back, or the old woman will have to blame me again!" the old peasant listened to the crowing of the chicken, smoked the cigarettes left on his pipe, stood up, picked up the firewood, and was about to leave.

At the mention of his wife, all the loss in the old farmer's eyes was also taken back, his eyes flashed with essence, and the hope in his heart also rose.

"Uncle, you wait!" Yun Lan stopped the old farmer's movements with one hand, and with the other hand, he took out all the broken silver that Li Jun had given him from his arms, and stuffed it into the old farmer's arms.

After doing this action, before the old man could react, he jumped up, stepped on the horse, held the reins, kicked his feet, and ran all the way to the north, leaving only one sentence: "Uncle, the cake is delicious, so I have the right to buy it!"

..................

The small town of Loulan.

As soon as the rooster crowed, it suddenly ushered in the first snowflake, as if as Li Jun predicted, the snowflakes were drifting, and there was a great sense of non-stopping.

Da Sima's anger in his heart is getting stronger and stronger, even if Xie Zhiyi sacrifices the Confucian Ancestor Holy Book, he still can't resist the corrosion of his black qi, but since the white-clothed young man entered the battle circle, he has been completely in a passive state, his nails were cracked inch by inch by the falling peach blossoms, and even his own moves were pierced one by one by the white-clothed young man holding a feather fan, and he could only be beaten passively.

In the battle circle, the silver spear was buzzing, the peach source was rolling, the holy book was shining with golden light, constantly bombarding the big Sima, the black gas diffused around the big Sima was beaten into disorder, and the peach blossoms drew blood marks on the top of the big Sima, which looked really embarrassed.

"Bang bang bang!"

Da Sima was knocked down on the snow by the joint blow of the two, and it was not until Zhang Xu that he stopped his body, and at first glance, where the snowflakes fell, shallow buried the blood marks left by Da Sima.

"Poof!"

Da Sima spurted out a mouthful of blood, his face was a little paler, the black qi around his body gradually became illusory, and even the nails that were long before were shortened a lot, and the whole person looked like an old man in the twilight, with a feeling of running out of oil and running out.

On the other hand, Li Jun's feather fan is fluttering, and there is a peach garden faintly formed behind him, the grass is delicious, and the fallen flowers are colorful, just like a fairyland on earth.

On Li Jun's side, Xie Zhiyi held a silver spear in one hand and a golden Confucian holy book in the other.

The snow fell very abruptly and very bleakly. Last night, there was a reckless yellow sand, and a rooster crowed, but it turned into a sea of ice and snow.

In this way, neither Xie Zhiyi nor Li Jun made any more moves, and confronted Da Sima on the snow, motionless.

As if waiting for something!

On the snow, a few shallow footprints gradually appeared, and above the sea of ice, it seemed that something had been approaching Loulan Town.

Da Sima looked at everything on the ice field, a flash of joy flashed in his heart, and he coughed heavily, and the black qi around his body seemed to become fresh again at this moment.

Xie Zhiyi was also aware of this strange scene, the silver spear was buzzing, and even the golden light of the Confucian Ancestor Holy Book became fluctuating and flickering.

Li Jun frowned, the footprints on the snow were getting closer and closer to him, but he still couldn't see the person who came, there were empty footprints, but there was no one.

"Little boy, but are you waiting for a concubine?"