In the east wing of the house, there is a small compartment, which is usually filled with some sundries and discarded robes and other things discarded by the master's family, and there has always been no one living in it. It's just that there is a little candle flame in the east compartment, and the room is also full of red candle flames. Inside, an uninvited guest with a white beard sat on a dusty bench and drank a pot of tea in his hand, squinting his eyes and carefully examining the yellowed scroll of antiquity he was holding.

The ancient books have long been outdated, and even a lot of dust will shake off when the pages are turned. But the old man's chapped fingers were almost carefully and carefully tapped one by one, and he watched them with relish.

From time to time, the old man would lower his gray head, ponder a few words, and only when he knew it to his chest did he stretch out his fingers and dip some saliva to turn to the next page.

The ancient texts are quite thick, and the content recorded page by page is also messy, either discussing the lean science of Legalism or talking about Confucian governance. The old man not only did not think it was boring and boring, but his face was full of joy and smiles. The old man flipped through the pages all the way, reviewing the words and sentences. When he turned to the next part, he looked at the frontispiece and said the word difficult in a striking way. The old man's originally smiling face suddenly became dazed. He opened his mouth angrily and said: "What does it mean to say that the yin is rich and profitable and the famous is high, and the name is high, then the yang is the body and the real ......is sparse" The old man said Finally, he closed the scroll angrily, and said a few words that were not learned by a gentleman, and my generation despised it.

On the table, the candlelight was lit, orange and yellow, until the whole candle burned into a small section, the white-haired and kind old man rubbed his bloodshot eyes, he raised his head, looked at the rain dripping outside the window, stunned.

After a long time, the old man said to himself and said, "The young man doesn't know what it feels like to be sad, he falls in love with the floor, he falls in love with the floor." But now that I am old, I know what it feels like to be sad, but I just stand on the floor and sigh that the weather is cool and autumn, what is the difference?"

He picked up the candle and dripped tears of wax all over the candlestick, "What a difference. Obviously not. The old man thought to himself, and pondered alone. But he didn't find a man in a cyan official uniform holding a butter paper fan, and he came to the house at some point and quietly looked at the old man talking to himself.

The man was in his thirties, and he still didn't realize it when he saw the old man, so he tightened the clothes on his body.

"What's the matter, the moon is dark and rainy, the whole body is cold, how to stare and think. The man said with a smile.

"On the floor, you can see all kinds of frost and heaven, and you can see that the sky is bright for several autumns, but where to find this pot of Hengzhou flower brew, this Qingjiang perch. The man came to bring out a golden perch from behind him as if he were juggling, and he looked quite complacent. Seeing that the old man still ignored him, he was a little helpless, so he had to put away the wet oil-drenched paper umbrella he was carrying in his hand first, and then come to talk to him.

"What do you want? The official is in a very good mood today, following the example of the ancients who traveled at night with candles and watched the beautiful scenery of the good day. Unexpectedly, the night rain and wind were cold, and Yaxing was swept away. ”

He looked at the old man who turned around and continued: "Since the Lord of Heaven is not beautiful, this official can only do something else. It's not. He gestured again to the golden perch. Wiped a handful of beards.

The old man held his forehead and smiled bitterly, and asked along with him, "So what?"

When the man saw that the old man had finally turned his attention to himself, he said fondly: "So, I can only look at the boat in one boat, and I dropped this big perch." ”

The old man continued to ponder, not following the conversation.

The man said disapprerovingly, "In order to catch this big bass, I turned over the boat in the gutter a few times." You're so unflattering. The man's expression turned stern, but there was still a smile in his eyes.

The old man came back to his senses and replied helplessly: "Lord County Commander, you and I know each other." My king knows how to be disrespectful to you. It's just that a few days ago, Zhang Xu in my house was ordered by the old man to remove the demon. To this day, not to mention sending a letter back home, even the news has never been heard for half a minute. The old man is frail and old, and he can't help but feel a little sad and sad. ”

The old man put down the yellowed scroll in his hand and looked out the window at the bitter wind and rain.

After listening to his answer, the man pressed his chin with one hand and a Huanghuali chair beside him with the other, he thought for a long time, and said softly: "Zhang Xu, with a calm temperament and perseverance, worshiped Feng Baiji and became a master." Although he has now cultivated to a higher level and has become a second-grade martial artist, he can get rid of demons. The man was silent, his eyes were thoughtful.

When he was a child, he heard the elders in the family occasionally mention the word demon, and he was young and frivolous at that time, and he didn't think so. But after being a county magistrate, after looking through the secret scriptures that his predecessor and those ordinary people can't touch, the scholars who don't believe in ghosts and gods gradually believe that there are still some strange and difficult things in the world, such as the demon that the old man said at this time.

The old man's face was sad, and he still cared about the delicious food, but he only opened the scroll in his hand again and again to ease his worries.

The magistrate looked at the rare body of his own person so sad and sad, and he was quite sad in his heart. Changing the topic, he said: "Come on, come on! The world is so big, after all, you have to go out and break through." If you keep holding him in the palm of your hand as a child, and when he can really take charge of himself, but he can't do it alone because of you, you see whether he blames you or is happy to say that you have protected him well and are grateful to you. The man took off the silver flask hanging from his waist, pulled out the cork, and took a large sip of the Yokoyama flower brew.

He took a sip of wine, reached out and wiped the wine stains on the corner of his mouth, and sighed to himself: "Everyone says that Jiangnan is good, but I, a southern man, want to go to the north to see." Look at the snow night iron hooves holding Jin Ge, and look at the beautiful scenery of the building ship hitting Longshuo at night. The man shook the flask slightly, unconsciously clenching his hands.

The old man put down the scroll, glanced at the man with yearning in his eyes, he picked up the fine wolf on the table, and wrote two words on the paper leisurely, "Dream!"

The county magistrate lamented alone, and his blood was full of blood. He couldn't help but fantasize in his mind that he was stepping on rivers and mountains, holding a carved bow in his hand. Thinking of the great mountains and rivers of the northern country, and thinking of those hot-blooded sons and daughters who fought for Dachu. He was a little stunned, and his heart was fascinated.

The old man crept up behind the man and slapped his palms on his somewhat emaciated shoulder.

"What do you want?" asked softly. "Are you thinking about pulling a strong bow on a snowy night and shooting a wolf in the northwest? The old man smiled and looked sad. He snapped his finger at the corner of the table. sighed and said sentimentally: "At the beginning, Zhang Shangshu took the four unfestivals as the general outline of the change, and the old man was still young at that time, how could he let go of such heresies in his eyes, and only thought that his set was purely for the guise of serving the powerful. At that time, I was young, and I also wrote a lot of articles criticizing current politics with those scholars in the literary world, and I thought that I had read through the teachings of the sages. The old man paused, a pair of old tears glistening, and he looked up at the drowsy night as if he were distracted, and said no more.

The magistrate neither refuted nor denied, he stretched out his fingers and tapped on the table for a while, and there was a knocking sound. When the old man shut up and lowered his gray head with a sad and annoyed expression, the man also happened to raise his head with a moving expression, looking at each other speechlessly, with tears in his eyes.

Zhang Xingjian, this is a name that will be sad when mentioned by a scholar of Great Chu, and it is also the most regrettable place for those colleagues who have different political views from him. Could it be that you are the only one in this world who hopes that Da Chu will get better and better, and we are the same. It's just that the methods and methods of operation are similar.

The old man touched the sad place in his heart and sat silently. And it was originally a rainy night with fish, and the county magistrate who was in a good mood was so disturbed by the old man, and there was no Yaxing who tasted wine and ate big fish on a rainy night. He grabbed the pear wood chair and sat down on it, stunned.

A little far away from the county office, an old man in tight black rubbed his black eyes over and over again, and sighed in his mouth. The old man came to the window again and again to look at the dim skylight, and again and again left the windowsill and sat down at the slightly narrow desk, looking at the slightly lonely desk in a daze.

Outside the house, a young man dressed in the same black clothes stood outside the door and window for some time, and he waited for a long time before he pushed open the door with a little hesitation, looked at the old man and said softly, "Master doesn't need to worry too much. Senior brother is strong in martial arts, and he has won the martial arts excellence you have imparted, he must have eliminated the evil demons and is returning from his horse, ready to say hello to his master!"

Xu is young man's hearty smile touched the old man, and it seemed that his words were quite effective, and the old man with low eyebrows and sorrow took the towel and lightly applied it to his forehead.

"Qingshuang" The old man whispered the name of the caller in a low voice, he lowered his head again, and opened a scroll within reach of the table on the table, but he didn't expect that just after opening the scroll, the old man's originally dull face became more and more grozzy, he immediately closed the scroll tightly, and looked at the man who seemed to have starlight in his eyes and was silent.

Outside the window, the sound of the rain is still there, and the sound of the wind is getting tighter.

After the young man shouted the word "order", he swam quickly around the light spots, gathered in one place, and obeyed his order. In particular, the three flames in front of them are as bright as lanterns, and they are even more eye-catching.

The flames are surging and the momentum is formidable.

A tall man holding a dark green flame in his hand stepped forward, walked to the side of the man and woman at the head, and said loudly: "The last general, Li Chi, take the order"

In an instant, many points of light behind him shouted in unison: "I'll wait for the order"

The young man smiled leisurely, took out a vermilion token from his waist, and threw it up at the dim sky, and the neon glow was purple, and the stars illuminated the universe.

Wen Zhiliang and the old man were fighting each other, he could avoid the old man slanting a little, his body turned back, his steps were empty, like stepping on the ground, he stretched out his hand to the drowsy sky and pulled it hard, the silver light in his hand was shining, like a god.

The Taoist priest took down the Nine Heavens Thunder and thought it was a sword, and he galloped for eight hundred miles in one go.