In October, the Weihe Plain gradually enters the late autumn season. The gray sky is like rain and sunny, different from the golden yellow of the state after a few days ago, but a whole piece of green, a piece of wheat field, the new wheat seedlings have just drilled out of the ground, the tender ones make the eyes bright, under the warm sunshine, you can see the crystal dew on the tip of the wheat seedlings in the distance.

In the early morning, there is always a thin layer of frost, like white grains of salt, covering the ground. A nest of barren grass on both sides of the post road can make people feel that it is already autumn, they are dry and yellow, lying there like fate, waiting for the arrival of winter;

By the river, clumps of reeds are swaying, and the reeds are gently flying, dancing in the air, towards the sky. Occasionally, there are a few chirpings of waterfowl, and in the dense reeds, they are not visible at all.

A little thick paulownia trees, tall poplar trees, as if a wrestler patrolling, looking down at the square, flat and neat Qianmo. Looking into the distance, the reckless Great Qinling Mountains are like a giant python winding, stretching for thousands of miles, across the east and west.

The farther south he went, the warmer the weather became, and the colder Li Jinglan's face became.

After Weinan and after receiving a letter from the prince, Li Jinglan never smiled again, even if Pei Xiaohuan tried his best, he couldn't make even the slightest smile on his brother's face. I don't know how many times the little monk's bald head has been photographed.

What is rare is that the little monk is not angry, until Pei Xiaohuan is tired, the two of them lie next to the car one by one, elbows supporting their heads, looking at the sky and white clouds, the towering Qinling Mountains, stunned.

Lin Rang's body has recovered, seeing Li Jinglan's face getting darker day by day, he can't help but come over to investigate, Li Jinglan knows that it will be a few days to return to Beijing, and he doesn't hide it from him, roughly speaking, Lin Rang only then knows the relationship between him and the most "notorious" fat man in Daqin, Lin Rang can't judge right and wrong for things that he doesn't understand, so he can only comfort the little master and say that the academy is very happy for the old lady to come and be a guest, after all, in his mind, the academy is the biggest pure land. Li Jinglan smiled bitterly and said, thank you, my mother can't go anywhere, and it will bring big trouble wherever she goes, this is the rule.

Lin Rang thought about it seriously, and couldn't help but feel a little frustrated, what the little master said was right. Today, the lonely and seemingly stormy Li Mansion is the safest place.

The two men were relatively silent.

A few disciples turned back from afar, full of doubts, came to meet the master and the teacher, asked a few questions, Lin Rang looked at the sky, called the rest of the disciples over to form a circle, and sat on the ground.

A few disciples who visited the people in several nearby villages reported on the people's livelihood and disappointed them that the life of the people in the Weihe Plain, which they thought was rich, was not as difficult as the scenery full of harvests, or even more difficult than the barren northern border, and the people's complaints about the government were inevitable. But when asked about the details, I couldn't say how.

Thinking of the abundance in the various government and county yayi stations half a month ago, the disciples always felt that there was something strange there.

Lin Rang waited for the disciples to finish speaking, and then he shook out all kinds of bad deeds of the official government, which was directly related to the farmer's harvest, and listened to the scholars dumbfounded.

"Three years of Qing Governor's Mansion, 100,000 snowflakes of silver, don't you know?" Li Jinglan carried a withered branch and paddled on the ground at random.

"However, the disciple has always thought that the so-called corruption is the deduction of the money allocated by the officials, filling their own pockets, but I didn't expect that the big head is here, isn't this ruining the livelihood of the common people?"

"What do you think? It has not been uncommon for officials to exchange the livelihood of ordinary people for their own upgrades since ancient times, and there are still few stories that have to be revealed?" Li Jinglan tilted his head and said disdainfully.

"Isn't this kind of behavior bad for my Great Qin Jiangshan Sheji, has the Holy One ever known?"

In the last years of the previous dynasty, the six countries were in chaos and changed their children's food, and only then did the peasants of last resort rise up, and now even if the officials below are exploiting, at least a few coppers will be in their pockets, where can they threaten the country?

"Master, Lin Jiaoxi, this ......"

Li Jinglan originally wanted to hand over the sentence "The king is the most ignorant, and the people are the most ashamed", but suddenly felt that it was too early, so he said "Since ancient times, the people have been the most ignorant!", and asked the disciples to ponder. Stand up and walk to the river not far away.

Lin Rang looked at the thin and long, but slightly young figure that looked sluggish in the full sun, and sighed softly, with his sigh, Lin Rang felt a gust of wind swept by the back of his hand, passing through his neck, Gao Xiaoou, Gu Bonian rose abruptly, the sword under his waist rang loudly, and turned into elbows and armpits.

The reeds by the river swayed, a sword qi broke through the air, Li Jinglan swept across, three crossbows shot in the chest, Li Jinglan turned his hand and lifted the scabbard to pull the arrow and twist his body, it turned out that there was already the sword qi behind him, holding the sheath knife with one hand, but he didn't meet it, he still swept backwards and inadvertently narrowed the distance with the disciples of the academy.

Three figures flew out of the reeds and pounced on Li Jinglan. Gao Xiaoou, Gu Bonian drew his sword and wanted to step forward, but Lin Rang stopped and pointed to the carriage, Gao, the ancient two protected the carriage one left and one right, Lin Rang approached the body and said four words to Pei Xiaohuan and the little monk inside, "Enemy attack, silence!"

The three figures shot at the lightning, Li Jinglan saw the move, did not fight back, but just stepped on the pile, while beware of the flying swords cruising in the periphery, he peeked at the carriage in the distance, and saw the height, the ancient two were guarding in front of the car, so they concentrated on the two guns and knives in front of them.

The three people in front of them saw that they couldn't attack for a long time, and they were even more angry when Li Jinglan ignored the general knife unsheathed, and became more and more ruthless, only attacking but not defending, the spear went straight to the chest and abdomen door, and the two knives slashed down to the body, Li Jinglan's narrow phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and suddenly avoided a shot, rushed into the middle palace, making the big man of the gun hurriedly retreat, and the left and right two people swirled with knife light, slashing behind Li Jinglan, Li Jinglan kept drawing a circle under his feet, bypassing behind the big man with the gun, the two of them couldn't put away the knife, and they were also eager to intersect up and down, A mouthful of blood spurted out, but it was hit by Li Jinglan with the front end of the scabbard more than a foot away, and he didn't look at the person's life or death, picked up the scabbard and smashed it at the man who had not yet stood still, and smashed it with the shoulder strap, and he didn't have time to turn around and had to make a Su Qin back sword, holding the gun upside down and putting it on his back, the body of the "bell", a strong force penetrated the front heart from the back, and the throat was hot and spit out a mouthful of blood, unconscious.

Between the lightning and flint, only Li Jinglan and the sturdy sword man were left on the battlefield, but there was an extra sword mark on his back, more than six inches, his clothes were torn and his flesh was turned over, and his back was wet with blood.

The sturdy man's steel teeth bitten, and he didn't retreat but rushed into the fit and pounced, it turned out to be a fighting style, to fight for the flying sword in the air to create a chance again, Li Jinglan retreated again and again, and the flying sword in the air was uncertain, making the big man look like a mad tiger, and the knife was chained.

Suddenly, a little tip of his toes flew over the top of the big man's head, and the flying sword was waiting for him to be unable to borrow his strength at this moment, and the lightning shot down, Li Jinglan roared: "Lao Tzu is waiting for you." "The white light is sheng, the sword is cold, the scabbard shoots backwards out of the big man's vest, and a thunderbolt in front of him smashes into the flying sword, a knife opens the mountain, the flying sword bursts out, and a terrible scream comes from the reeds.

Closed sheath with a knife, the momentum is domineering.