Before the palace, the groom wanted to cry without tears, and he felt a little powerful and nowhere to go.

If it weren't for the fact that there was an old man with the same disease standing in front of him, the groom who was full of bitterness couldn't help but jump to his feet and scold a few rude puffers. Not only did he not say anything about the adult, but he also punished me, a lonely old man, with such grievances in my heart, and I could only dare to be angry with a bitter face, not to mention how uncomfortable and aggrieved I was.

The temperament of his own adult is not too much, just the awe-inspiring righteousness on his face is enough to strain the groom who has pulled the carriage all his life, not to mention Fei Jun, who can listen to such remarks in his ears, Fei Jun, who has a stubborn donkey temper, is enough to make the temple in Qi'an County blow a gust of wind.

Not to mention, there is also the new county lieutenant who doesn't know the origin but knows the favor of the county lord. and a new and old nobleman who was intentionally or unintentionally indifferent to the county lord.

All kinds of forces gather in one place unreasonably, seemingly calm, polite and courteous, but the treacherous clouds and intrigue are so unfathomable.

As the saying goes, the prime minister's concierge is a third-grade official. And the horseman, who has been leading the horse for Fei Jun, has experienced ups and downs over the years, fighting openly and secretly, even he is an ordinary horseman who does not dare to be too sharp and show his head. Not to mention that it is just a looming political intuition, which is certainly much better than that of ordinary people.

"What are you laughing at, you old man is happy now. The family feud can be avenged, and the corpses of wives and children can be returned to the ancestral grave. But do you know that my family is now hiding in trouble, walking on thin ice. If there is such a big fight and the disturbance continues, it is difficult to say whether the black gauze hat on the adult's head can be kept. Not to mention avenging your grievances!" The groom doll eats beans and crackles a lot.

The old man bowed his head and said nothing. He pondered for a moment, brushed his gray hair, and waited until the horseman finally stopped chattering crookedly, and then the old man asked in a straight voice: "If one day, the people of Dachu will not be able to keep their jobs, and the Hu cavalry in the north will break through Taoguan, then what Your Excellency said is reasonable, or is it just your own prejudice?"

The old man's blood and tears have not dried, and his vicissitudes of life are both sad and complicated.

The groom was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and when he saw the old man looking at the side in the distance with the vicissitudes of life, he raised the corners of his eyebrows and was about to sneer at each other. But after thinking about it for a long time, the words spoken by the weakened old man still came like sharp arrows, so that the sharp-toothed horseman could not spit out the slightest words.

If we talk about the military and politics of the country, the horseman who only knows the situation naturally cannot say the reason. But if someone told him one day that he should stop being Fei Jun's groom, the man would definitely not agree. Without even thinking about it, the man will veto it, and there is no room for details.

In this dim and chaotic world, you can fight eagles and dogs, you can play flutes at night, you can also break the thatched house, or you can bleed and drift. How to live without Fei Jun, he really didn't think about it.

Wang Zhiran's chest rose and fell, and his eyes were uncertain.

He looked at the clear blue sky in the distance, and then leaned over to look at the sage articles on the table, and Wang Zhiran, who had a reputation in the Longhai, slapped himself hard.

"Wang's poems and books over the years have been read on dogs. ”

The old man's face was haggard and described as withered. In an instant, it seemed to be ten years old.

The wind outside the house was still there, but at this moment, the dry wind that had been coming from the west was blowing from the north in an instant. There is a little more damage to the thatched house broken by the autumn wind.

The north wind was howling, and an eaves in the palace listening to the wind was blown down by the whistling north wind.

"The wind comes from the north, and it is likely that you can't be good and bitter. I, Wang Zhiran, will even violate the way of heaven and cause the heavens to blame me!" The old man's fingers trembled, and he grabbed the sage book beside him with only a few words written on it.

The book of sages is written about the knowledge of sages. But what he said was all about the suffering of the common people, and his confidant advised him to learn. The old man, who had obviously violated the knowledge of the sages, saw with his own eyes that the article with only a few words was instantly reduced to ashes.

"The sage is not the only one who has a heart"

Above the nine heavens, some people sighed, and some people stroked their palms.

This sudden scene came from the Nine Heavens, and ended with the fragment of the book, which was only a few words, turning into ashes.

Tian Jian stood hard outside the door, anxious and did not dare to knock. After tossing and turning back and forth many times, the man who finally made up his mind pushed open the closed door.

Wang Zhiran stroked his beard and sighed lightly, and the autumn wind in the house was howling like thunder.

"Master!" the man asked quietly. After waiting for a long time, no one answered, for fear that the autumn wind would blow down the man on the roof of the building who had been in disrepair for a long time, pushed open the two doors.

The door was wide open, and the light was clear. The dimly lit closed pavilion seemed to have been opened by an immortal, and the rich clear light instantly filled the hut that could only accommodate a few people.

"Ahem, ahem, sir, this is the case in the Wind Building. How the fire is shining, faintly soaring to the sky. Tian Jian walked into the hut quickly, and was about to pull the frightened old man.

Wang Zhiran thought about the way of heaven for a while, and when he saw the abnormal scene in front of him, he only regarded it as "God wants to blame me", and the old man who had an excellent bearing and cultivation showed a frightened and panicked look for the first time.

He ran to the corner of the eaves door, looked up to the sky and sighed, tears flowing.

Both the master and the servant lost their minds. Tian Jian was afraid that the smoke of the fire would make the old man have unpredictable risks, and Wang Zhiran only thought that God could not forgive him for his crimes. The two of them sighed for a long time, how could they still move their steps, only standing in the corner of the window where there was still a little cold wind blowing in, waiting for the rain to fall.

The two of them were in their minds, but they never noticed that the burned paper still left a damaged corner, and it was clearly written on the corner: "Can the sage not lose his ears!"

It's a pity that Wang Zhiran, whose mind has been blinded by fame and fortune, has not found it, and Tian Jian, who is dedicated to protecting the Lord, has also not found it.

The half of the paper was blown to the eaves at the foot of the bed by the wind that broke through the window, and was annihilated by the solitary leaves that drifted in from the outside of the house.

Wang Zhiran was tired and tired, and when he saw such a vision of heaven and earth, the old man who had always been strong and tenacious could not support him and fell down, his face was like gold paper, like a dead man.

"Master!" Tian Jian hurriedly carried the old man out of the house and ran to the kitchen to make a bowl of thick soup.

Zhang Xu came and went unintentionally, like a passer-by in the world. Whether it is returning to the winding mansion that does not know the geometry, or the hundred hands hall that was originally a home, it seems to be a purposeless temptation and swaying for the man at this moment, which seems to have a head and an end, but in fact it has no purpose. Just like a flat boat, only by going with the flow is the destination.

Zhang Xu is down, and his downfall has reached the dust.

......

The wine shop in the west of Qi'an County has a special guest today. If it was ordinary in the past, although it was common for a man to spend money to buy drunk in a wine shop, it would not make people too slanderous. At most, some local wealthy people watched coldly, whispering a few useless words in their hearts. Although the words are hurtful, I don't dare to be too arrogant.

But today, the guests of the entire restaurant didn't dare to take a breath, for fear that the slightest carelessness would provoke the anger of the man. Do your best to steal chickens and rice.

Qingshuang, since the master's tragic death on a rainy night, the master of the Hundred Hands Hall, who occupied the first-class sect in Qi'an County, naturally changed his banner to Qingshuang, a proud disciple of the wind hundred gatherings. In addition, the whereabouts of Zhang Xu, the most important disciple of Feng Baiji, are unknown, even if the remaining disciples of Baishou Hall are dissatisfied, they dare not be too disobedient to this man who has the spring breeze at this time.

Yang Zhiqiang was praised by Feng Baiji as thick and tenacious, and he has always been wise and self-protecting. I have long understood the rights and wrongs in the Hundred Hands Hall. Because of this, the man gave up his promising martial arts career and threw himself into the ranks as an alienation. But just after leaving the army, the man who had just met the master had not yet enjoyed a little of the joy of the master and apprentice gathering together, and heard the sad news that the master had passed away. This is somewhat unacceptable for Yang Zhiqiang in any case.

What's more, the senior brother Zhang Xu is not here, even if the master is changed, he will have to wait until Zhang Xu returns to talk about it.

Reasonable, Qingshuang's somewhat domineering and bullying behavior made Yang Zhiqiang feel a little guilty.

Qingshuang is noncommittal to the big words of the man, and does not make a beak.

Under the means of Qingshuang or soft or hard, or light or dark, Qingshuang naturally sat firmly in the first place in the Hundred Hands Hall.

The frost habit is still the same, and the food and drinks ordered are about the same as usual. There were a few slightly frosty dishes on the table made of Qu Liu, which seemed to be a little incompatible with his current identity.

Except for a pot of plum wine produced in Meiping County, which is a man's favorite, the other fruits and vegetables are the standard of ordinary peanuts, winter yellow, and crossboat carp.

"Brother Wang, Qingshuang's creation today is really a great blessing promised by Brother Wang. Qingshuang couldn't repay it, except for the hundred taels of gold he had given before, he only used this glass of thin wine to express Qingshuang's gratitude in his heart. The man smiled inexplicably, curled the corners of his mouth, and drank the bowl of plum wine, which was extremely difficult to find in the locals.

Qingshuang swallowed a large bowl of goo dong into his abdomen, and Qingjun's face was a little red.

Men are actually not good at drinking, but since the master he admired the most gave him the sole guidance of Zhang Xu, the man who was rarely contaminated with alcohol began to haunt the wine shop and drink bitterly.

The beautiful name says: "Make friends with heroes." ”

......

Fei Jun didn't allow Liu Yuan to talk too much nonsense, so he pulled the man with an unfinished look and paced out, which made Fei Jun also the second monk confused, and he didn't know what kind of idea Fei Jun had to play.

"Hey, hey, hey, Fei Jun, my Lord Fei. What are you doing here? Why are these two people so cordial when they meet? Could it be that you, Fei Jun, turned out to be a man with broken sleeves who was hidden, and he also had a common mind about me, an old acquaintance. The man's face changed instantly, and he was a little more serious than before.

Fei Jun clenched his fists angrily and slapped the man's head hard.

"Liu Yuan, Lao Tzu is serious with you. Fei Jun's face changed, he pulled the man's shoulder, and whispered: "Liu Yuan, there is a big deal you can't do." ”

Fei Jun was serious about color, and his dry lips seemed to be faintly more unusually ruddy at this time.

Liu Yuan took a step back, curled the corners of his mouth, and asked with a serious smile: "Dare to ask which deal made the magistrate so lustful and so serious." ”