On the ancient road in the south of the Yangtze River, it was noon. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The black cypress trees on both sides of the road, the leaves are as red as fire, swept down by the west wind and paved the whole simple ancient road, a group of people beat the horses, the horses' hooves trampled on the fallen leaves with the sound of noise and the smell of sunlight in the fallen leaves, startled the birds and birds foraging in the pile of fallen leaves, chasing behind the horsetail.

After Su Musha and his entourage went ashore on the Suzhou Creek, they bypassed Gusu City, turned to the north and took the land route, because they were in a hurry, they missed the inn teahouse, and at this time they actually arrived at a place where there was no village in front of the village. After turning a corner, seeing the road winding towards the ridge in the distance, Su Musha stopped his horse for a while, looked around, and asked, "How long will it take for us to get to the next town?"

"It's going to take a few hours, but you won't miss the night. The old servant Lu Zhi replied behind Su Musha. He is the servant of Su Musha's father Su Ci, when Su Musha's uncle Su Ning rebelled against the former Qin, Su Ci entrusted the young and terminally ill Su Musha to the care of the old servant, and he hurried to the battlefield, but never came back, and the old servant never left the old servant to raise Su Musha loyally.

Su Musha turned his head to look at the green beads who were riding with Shuyu, and saw that Xiao Qingyi had a tired look on his face, and said, "Let's rest here for a ...... first."

"Someone!" Jianhua suddenly interrupted Su Musha's speech, and stepped forward to block in front of him.

"Who?" Hearing the warning from the note, the old servant also stepped forward, holding the worn-out handle of the knife in his hand, and his eyes were firmly fixed on the place where the wind and grass were moving in front of him. The guards in the valley in the back surrounded them and tightly guarded Su Musha.

Su Musha, who was in the center of the saber rattling, looked careless, the whip in his hand was gently beating on the saddle, and the sound of tuk tuk made people feel less flustered.

A moment later, an embarrassed young scholar emerged from the grass a hundred paces away from the ancient road ahead, his face was full of scratches, some withered grass blades hung from the bun wrapped in silk on the top of his head, and the crown that should have been fixed by the hairpin was even more crooked, if it was not fixed by tassels, it would fall off if it was shaken off.

When the scholar saw Su Musha's face, a burst of panic flashed on his face, and after seeing Su Musha's noble son's dress, he was in ecstasy, and he didn't have time to fasten his hat belt, so he rushed over with a rolling belt, and shouted: "Childe help, son help." ”

Su Musha looked behind him and saw that there was no one chasing him, so he ordered the guards beside him to bring the scholar over and asked, "Who wants to hurt your life?"

"Strong... Strongman. The scholar panted angrily, and after taking a bowl of water from the guards and calming down, he explained the matter clearly: "The day before yesterday, I accompanied my fellow student and my husband on a study tour here, and when I was resting at the foot of the mountain in front of me, I encountered a strongman attack, and we were arrested up the mountain. ”

Su Musha did not agree, but asked with interest: "Who is your husband?

"The son is a big mistake, there is no distinction between high and low knowledge, even in the desolate and contemptuous places, there are people with real talents and real learning. The scholar's tone of voice looked like a crepe, "As for my gentleman......" Speaking of this, he shook his sleeves, straightened his clothes, and said proudly: "Mr. Gao, the great Confucian ram of Chudi." ”

"Ram Zigao?" Su Musha put away the smile on his face, dismounted and arched his hand: "It turned out to be Mr. Zigao's high apprentice, Su was rude." ”

In the era that Su Musha is in now, the sons of a hundred schools of thought have been contending for hundreds of years, regardless of the height of the temple or the distance of the rivers and lakes, each faction has a large number of pumps, among which the three schools of interpretation, Confucianism and Taoism are the most, and the Futu Pagoda, Nanshan Academy, and the Xiaoyao faction have a great reputation in the rivers and lakes.

Confucianism is the most prosperous in Chudi, Nanshan Academy is located in South Chujiangzhou, but the great Confucian Ram Zigao is not from Nanshan Academy, he is the successor of the Confucian family Ram School, in Chu there is a wide range of disciples, advocating the implementation of "benevolent government", accepted by poor students, so it has a high reputation.

The scholar returned the salute and said, "I don't know where the son is?"

"Langya Su family. ”

The scholar was slightly stunned, became more respectful, and arched his hand: "In this way, my husband will rely on the son." ”

If there is a chance to make friends with Ram Zigao, it is worth the cost, so Su Musha did not refuse, he turned around and instructed the old servant: "Take this son down to tidy up his clothes, and after a short rest, we will go to rescue Mr. Zigao." ”

The scholar bowed his hand to Su Musha again, and followed the old servant to the back of the line.

"The ram is tall. "Shuyu is deeply influenced by Confucianism, so he is very interested," the valley lord has always said that he is a wonderful person, and I don't know what the difference is from Mr. Bu Shang, and today I can finally see it with my own eyes. ”

Su Musha nodded, walked a few steps with a horsewhip, and said: "Although this ancient road is not an official road, it is also the road leading to the north of Gusu City. ”

"After years of war, nature and people's livelihood have withered. She is the personal maid of the valley lord and was sent to protect Su Musha's safety, but she thinks that the ordinary, lazy and unmotivated Su Musha is not worthy of the valley master, so she always treats her coldly.

"People's livelihood is withering. Su Musha's horsewhip tapped the trunk of the black cypress tree, muttered for a while, and suddenly said: "The Qinhuai River next to Wuyi Lane is rich in flowing oil." ”

The vigilant Jianhua who glanced around turned his head when he heard this, and said solemnly: "The valley master once told you not to ...... easily."

"Understood, understood. Su Musha waved his hand and motioned for the scholar to come over.

Under the guidance of the scholars, Su Musha and his party left the avenue and marched along the trail towards the mountain. Along the road, the mountains are continuous, the woods are lush, the streams are vertical and horizontal, the withered yellow leaves hang on the treetops, a gust of wind blows, fluttering and sprinkling, and the sound of leaves falling to the ground can be heard in the silent mountains. After turning a few hills and climbing a hillside again, Su Musha and his party inserted a wide avenue, and the rut prints were conspicuous, which was even smoother and busier than the avenue Su Musha and the others walked before.

And the strong man dwelt on the hill that was ahead. The scholar pointed in the direction at the end of the road, "Childe's guards can sneak into the cottage at night to rescue Mr. and them." ”

"No, they're coming. Su Musha pointed to the distance, where the sky was filled with dust, and dozens of tall horses carrying well-armed thieves appeared in their field of vision, surrounded by a group of minions dressed in various clothes.

"They're outnumbered, let's get out of the way. The scholar was a little flustered, there were more than a dozen people around Su Musha, and nearly a hundred strongmen, in the scholar's opinion, even if Su Musha might be the royal family of Southern Chu, it was impossible for his guards to be one as ten.

"What are you hiding? "It's Jianhua who speaks, she is not only cold, but also a brave and ruthless person.

The scholar looked at Su Musha, saw his calm appearance, swallowed back the words of persuasion in his mouth, straightened his chest, and pretended to stand calmly in place, without flinching, obviously not a person who was greedy for life and afraid of death.

The thief at the end of the mountain road saw Su Musha and the others, especially after seeing the mount beside them, he immediately raised his knife and roared excitedly, and he couldn't even wait for the two-legged minions behind him to follow, so he grabbed the horse's belly and rushed over, leaving a group of people behind him to eat ash and scold the mother.