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The young man in the green shirt carried a long package on his back and held a sword in his hand, staggering on the muddy official road.

Lu Bei saw that the ancient city of Xiangyang was already in sight, and let go of what he was thinking about in his heart.

With joy in my heart, the pace of my feet involuntarily quickened a lot.

Suddenly, a neighing sound of horses was coming from behind Lu Bei.

I saw a few tall horses spurring the horses to gallop forward, and several knights sitting upright on the horse were dressed in strong costumes, majestic, holding horse whips, carrying bows and arrows, and at first glance they were the guardians of large families.

The news of his generation is like a swift wind, and the momentum is like thunder.

"Dodge, dodge......"

The sound of shouting came from afar, and Lu Bei was in a trance for a while.

Seeing that these startled horses were about to crash into Lu Bei, at the exclamations of some pedestrians, Lu Bei seemed to be aware of it, and jumped dangerously towards the green grass beside the road.

"Whirring ......"

The knight roared past, but without looking back, he went straight to the gate of Xiangyang.

Lu Bei's long body was jade, shaking off the mud splashed on the green shirt and robe, his brows were deeply locked, and he looked at the team of distant knights with cold eyes, his eyes were cloudy.

He groaned in his heart: "That trance just now shouldn't be an illusion......

"Young man, don't look at it, everyone is gone. ”

"People from the Fu family, you can't afford to mess with it, alas, ......"

An old woodcutter dressed in a sackcloth and gray robe and stepping on wooden shoes and straw shoes carried two bundles of firewood and walked past Lu Bei, sighing with a mournful voice on his honest face.

Lu Beifang came back to his senses.

said coldly: "Even if you walk, you can almost be hit to death." ”

Looking back, I found that not only I was disturbed, not far from here, a middle-aged coachman with a face full of vicissitudes, pulling a large car full of water tanks, had rolled over on the side of the road.

The tank was shattered several times, and large pieces of debris scattered in the muddy water.

The middle-aged coachman lowered his head to clean up the fragments of the rotten cylinder, and complained with a bitter face: "These bastards of the Fu family know all day long that they come out to harm people. ”

Lu Bei sighed secretly, picked up the [Jinse] guqin package, lifted the Chixiao Sword, and headed towards Xiangyang City.

Passing through the spacious city gate cave and stepping into Xiangyang City, a stream of vicissitudes and antiquity belonging to this era came to you.

There was a drizzle of rain in the sky, and the streets were a little sparse. A few vendors selling steamed buns and wontons set up stalls on the side of the street with tarpaulins.

A few diners who entered the city talked in a low voice while eating.

On the streets, there are caravans of mules and horses laden with goods shuttling back and forth in the drizzle.

Lu Bei was about to find an inn to settle in, so that he could change out of his clothes that were splashed with muddy water.

At this time, under a large locust tree in the front street, the crowd surrounded the inner three floors and the outer three floors. Lu Bei wanted to take a detour, but he didn't have the intention of going up to see the excitement.

But suddenly, a middle-aged scholar wearing a square scarf pointed to the wooden sign of the birch tree and read aloud: "The boy Dong Yong, whose ancestral home is Qiancheng County, Tai'an County, and his father lives in Xiaogan County, Nanyang County.

Last year, there was a big flood, and I couldn't get married with my father when I came to Xiangyang, and I didn't want my father to fall ill in the inn and die in a foreign country.

Now that the entanglement is exhausted, he can't afford to bury his father and return home, so he is willing to sell himself as a slave, make cattle and horses, and ask for silver taels. ”

The fly-headed Xiaokai, upright and Mingqi, tells the tragedy of a young man named Dong Yong who failed to join his relatives and his old father died in a foreign country.

Lu Bei's heart moved slightly, and he whispered to himself: "Dong Yong, the same name and surname, or is it ...... to sell yourself to bury your father?"

Lu Bei stepped forward with his sword and separated the crowd, just in time to see a ragged young man kneeling on the cold bluestone slab, half-bowing his head, at the finger of the onlookers.

This young man was seventeen or eighteen years old, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a clean and upright face, which was already cloudy and miserable at this time.

Behind him, there was a worn, dirty roll of mats, hastily covered with the bare corpse of a bare foot.

Seeing this, Lu Bei's brows furrowed.

When he looked at the white wooden sign, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he grasped the hilt of his sword in his hand.

This is the famous Dong Yong in his previous life, known as that?

Don't complain that Lu Bei was a little surprised, although Lu Bei had long known that he was in the Chinese mythological world of the earth, but the ghost knew which myth it was.

A while in front of Qingqiu Mountain, a while of Judge Zhong's, who knows if this is the legend of Qingqiu Fox or the strange Tales of Zhai?

Lu Bei has always been cautious, and he didn't dare to guess the root of this Xianxia world.

This is good, it is suspected that he is the male protagonist in the Tianxian match, Dong Yong, who is known as [the world's first little white face], is online.

In the history of the previous life, Dong Yongke was a great filial son of the Han Dynasty, and his ancestral home seems to be from Shandong or Shanxi, and it is said that he has been active in the Xiaogan area of Hubei.

Lu Bei thought in his heart, if this Dong Yong was that Dong Yong, things would be much more interesting.

"This Dong Yong, selling himself to bury his father, is really miserable. ”

A middle-aged woman with a cabbage on her arm wiped her tears and said with emotion.

"Yes, last year's flood washed away several of my cousin's houses, and now ...... They still live in my house. A burly young man also sighed for a long time.

I don't know if it's because of Dong Yong's misery, or because of his cousin's family who have become villains.

An old man with clear cheeks leaned on crutches and said with emotion: "These days, poor people, everywhere." ”

At this time, everyone in the audience was expressing compassion for Dong Yong's tragic life experience, but no one came to help.

After all, it's okay for everyone to be sympathetic, and as for buying Dong Yong, don't laugh.

and fifty taels of silver.

In this era, a well-off family of five only spends one or twenty taels a year.

Spend fifty taels to buy a mouth to eat at home, everyone is not a fool, who wants to be such a wronged leader.

At this time, Lu Bei was thinking about whether to make a move to help Dong Yong get through the difficulties, and by the way, brush up the favorability of the future son-in-law of the Lord of Heavenly Court.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the distance.

"Hey, what are you doing here...... Don't get in the way of my son-in-law. ”

A young man dressed in gray and a short beat, holding a horsewhip proudly to drive away the crowd of onlookers.

Everyone followed the prestige, and a white-faced young man wearing a plain white Shu brocade robe walked slowly with a gloomy expression surrounded by four or five young people.

This young man was eighteen or nineteen years old, wearing a white Confucian scarf on his head, and a piece of blue and white Lantian jade hanging from his waist.

Looking at it from a close distance, his nose is like a hanging gall, his lips are red and his teeth are white, if it were not for the faint blue and black air between his eyebrows, he must be a personable and turbid son.

Fu Guanbao was in an extremely bad mood at this time, and whoever had just been reprimanded by his father couldn't be in a better mood.

In this matter, Fu Guanbao also felt quite aggrieved. It all started with a few friends who went on a safari in Baiqingshan, twenty miles away from Xiangyang City, half a month ago.