Zhou Tianteng didn't speak, didn't admit or deny, just walked on the streets of Bianliang, Tokyo in the dark night with his hands behind his back, the cyan Taoist robe carried a gloomy chill in the middle of the night, and the dark Taoist crown was a little mottled by the light from the attic where the lights were still lit from time to time......

It seems that as long as there is a slight possibility of delaying the Great War of the Golden Song Dynasty, then the corresponding greater pressure will all be pressed on Zhou Tianteng's already old spine, as if every person who dies in the war, his right to live is drawn from his flesh and blood, but the old back is still as strong as this.

"Such a prosperous city, it must be very difficult to build, two hundred years of soldiers, how can it not be to raise this to facilitate the water and soil and the people, but for the war, but the price you only need to pay is extremely small, it may be just a fire, if you can save these, then save some. It's just that it has hurt you, but, since you have made a decision, it depends on you, I believe that I have created a qiē for you that I can give you, specifically, how far you can go, it depends on your creation......"

The voice became fainter and fainter, and the figure became more and more illusory, until finally it became a bubble, "poof" - disappeared into the night, and on Yu Rongdu's wrist, the silk-like string reappeared, but the original pale cyan hardly saw any other color, it was a kind of pale to a little silvery white.

Zhou Tianteng never lied to him. And the qiē just now is just a kind of reluctance. This is the first reaction of the tolerance.

Standing on the empty street in a daze, he had an inexplicable coldness that was not invaded by the cold and heat, and he couldn't help but tighten his clothes, came back to his senses, and hurried back to the courtyard.

In fact, the night is not too deep, if it is calculated according to the later generations, it is only ninety o'clock in the evening, but now the life of sunset makes him feel as if the night is already very deep. In the side hall, Master Li, Pan Jinlian and Mrs. Pan Sun Xian didn't know what to talk about, but they were eating hot pot.

In ancient times, hot pot was named "antique soup" because of its peculiar food, the sound of boiling water in the hot pot "Gu Dong", and the ancient "wok bucket" was the earliest hot pot utensil, and in fact, hot pot is a variant of Ding Shi in China's earliest "Zhong Ming Ding Food". In the Three Kingdoms, hot pot in a more formal sense began to appear, which has been circulated, and in the Song Dynasty, especially in winter, hot pot will appear in general taverns. And large families generally make some hot pot more casually to keep out the cold.

It's just that the hot pot at this time is very simple, there are no various food ingredients in later generations, and there are no pots and dipping sauces in later generations, but Yu Rongdu is still curious, and he is not polite to do it among them.

"Why didn't the senior girl go back?" asked Yu Rongdu casually.

Master Li was stunned for a moment after hearing this, he didn't expect Yu Rongdu to say this in the first sentence, as if he didn't have a trace of attraction to him, and said with a somewhat unbearable face, "What's the matter?

Yu Rongdu also looked back, knowing that he had said the wrong thing, but he said with a smile, "What's the matter, I'm not worried about you, it's late at night, and your maid didn't follow, this ......"

Yu Rongdu didn't finish because he heard another familiar voice.

"Did Yu Gongzi ask the little maid? Junzhu thank you here for Yu Gongzi's concern. Suddenly, Junzhu came from the side room next to the side hall, and along Yu Rongdu, he also heard the back of the Golden Dragon Fish Demon Guo Beijin, the Blood Transformation Divine Knife Xu Xueshen, and the coachman Laba and Zhu Tianjue were unified over there, and they also ate hot pot.

Yu Rongdu looked at Master Li's quirky expression, paused, and said with a wry smile, "Okay, I admit it, I said the wrong thing, I'm sorry, Miss Shishi." ”

The three of them didn't expect Yu Rongdu to be so easy to soften, and they just said sorry to a woman, especially a private prostitute who used to be a lowly prostitute, this is not just a matter of self-cultivation, but at that time, they all had a bit of a problem with their heads.

But seeing Yu Rongdu's clear smile, it didn't look like he had a problem with his head. If Yu Rongdu knew what was going on in the heads of these three people, he would definitely exclaim, this ancient life was so beautiful.

Yu Rongdu was a little hungry, and he didn't care what the flash person thought of him, he ate and drank casually, wiped his mouth, looked stunned, and said with a smile, "I'm full, so I won't bother the small talk between your girlfriends, I really don't understand you women, you can be like glue so quickly, hehe, you continue, I still have something to do, go back to the room first, and I'm out of company." ”

After saying that, there was no such thing as the usual literati who wanted to indulge or retreat as a pretentious person, and as he said, he just left, leaving a table of women who didn't know what to say about him.

It's just that he is destined to become the focus of those three's mouths.

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the Shangyuan Festival, it is said to be the birthday of Lao Tzu, the founder of Taoism, the time is the fifteenth day of the first month, also known as the Lantern Festival, in ancient times, this Shangyuan Festival is also a heavy festival, and for the Northern Song Dynasty, this single Shangyuan Festival alone will be a full five days off. Just as Xin Qiji's lyrics were written, the east wind blooms thousands of trees at night, and even blows down, and the stars are like rain.

It's just that this year's Shangyuan Festival is destined to be different from usual. Ordinary people are still living the Shangyuan Festival, and unusual people know that today, Wanshou Palace, Song and Jin, the two countries of the country, the national fortune fighting law!

The two sides mostly represent the Song and Jin countries, and the location is also the Wanshou Palace in Bianliang, Tokyo, the Great Song Dynasty.

One side is once a doctor in Taizhong, Chonghe Palace, Jinmen Yuke, Tongzhen Lingyuan Miao, in the jurisdiction of Jingshen Xiaoyu Qing Wanshou Palace, and promoted Tongzhen Palace Lin Lingsu, and now he is ordered to only leave the Taixu doctor, but he has to return to his hometown lightly.

On one side is the bravest general in the entire Dajin battle, Meng'an, who controls the most elite army of Dajin, likes people to call him the general of the monkey Ge, part-time as the Dajin Jurchen sacrifice shaman, the uncrowned king behind the scenes of the Jurchen Wanyan Jin Kingdom, the incarnation of Tianxi Xing, the reincarnation of the Shang King Emperor Xin!

Sitting on the top of the main hall, looking at the vast square, the two of them stood opposite each other, and Yu Rongdu suddenly became bored, which was much more simple and shabby than the portrayal in those film and television dramas in later generations, and, moreover, he always had a very weird feeling.

After watching it for a long time, he turned his head in boredom, looked at Zhu Tianjue, and said softly, "Xiaotian, do you think this looks like a monkey?"

Almost all of the people present are people who have cultivated to reincarnate themselves, if it weren't for special behaviors such as transmitting sound into secrets, even if it was a slight sound, the big guys could actually hear it, but everyone deliberately didn't listen to other people's conversations. It's just that this sentence was really said casually, and for a moment, everyone was stunned and looked at Yu Rongdu.

Just a moment later, everyone thought about it, but burst out laughing again.

Naturally, Monkey Ge also heard it, ignoring Lin Lingsu on the other side, turned around and glared at Yu Rongdu and said, "Are you kid itchy again?" You wait, I'll let you taste my revenge!"

Before the words were finished, there was almost no chance to blink an eye, and the monkey had already appeared beside Yu Rongdu, and then smashed it with a sword, but, also because of the relationship of understanding, there was no sword out of the sheath at all, but it smashed at Yu Rongdu like a stick.

Yu Rongdu didn't expect that a joke would cause such an unwarranted disaster to himself, but when he wanted to dodge, he found that he couldn't hide at all, a small monk who had just entered the Yuan Infant Stage was locked by the Yuan God at the level of a heavenly immortal, where could he escape?

"It's going to be a hard time now. Yu Rongdu simply closed his eyes and began to prepare to resist this sword, no, this stick