The murder of Jianmen swept through the martial arts, and everyone was in danger for a while. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoBut there are always outsiders who can entertain themselves and remain unmoved. On the southwest post road, several scholars are this kind of people. But seeing them dressed in purple clothes and dancing with the moon, they are like detached people from the world. This group of people are students who went to Lin'an City to take the exam, and behind them are scholars with bags on their backs.

Although the students are in a hurry to go, they are all high-level talents who go to the palace examination, and they will inevitably have to compete secretly in literary talents. So the students in front of you chant poems and chant while walking, take a step and chant a sentence and then stop and praise a sentence, and the students in the back have to follow and stop one step at a time, which is also an interesting scene in this boring journey.

And in this group of people, there is a fair-skinned and thin scholar who looks chic. He didn't have a scholar to follow, he carried his own bags, and he seemed to be tired of writing poems, and even lacked the elegance of others. This person's name is Murong Yunzhen, he was born in a scholarly family, and he is also a student who went to Lin'an to take the exam.

Murong Yunzhen didn't seem to be able to stand the procrastination of others, and he seemed to be disapproving of other people's prosperity, but he never showed any displeasure, just smiled lightly, or shook his head. Therefore, everyone only said that he was only a shallow learner, but they did not feel disappointed.

Murong Yunzhen and everyone came to a town to stay, and the other disciples were obviously wealthy and went to the inn in the town, but Murong Yunzhen hesitated at the door.

"What's the point of going out once and locking up in an inn?" Murong Yunzhen muttered to himself.

In fact, he didn't completely want to go to the town to see, he really felt shy and couldn't bear to spend a little more money, after all, it was a long way to Lin'an, and the money given by the family was not only to go north, but also to keep the money for the way back. Murong Yun really thought about it, so he turned around and left.

The town was quite prosperous, with two staggered streets stretching from the center, and Murong Yunzhen wandered around at dusk. The night market in the town has also been set up one after another at this moment, and Murong Yunzhen thinks it is very interesting to take a look here and there. It must be known that in the past ten years of hard study, he has been locked up in the study. Murong Yunzhen stopped walking, it was already dark, and he only then remembered that he was going to find a family to stay in, so he shouted that it was not good.

"It's getting dark, and I'm afraid to knock on someone's door now is to disturb their rest. Murong Yun said sincerely. But if you don't go to stay, where are you going to spend the night tonight?" Murong Yun was really a little conflicted, but he was relieved after a while.

"Boss, your stall is open all night, right?" asked Murong Yunzhen as he walked up to a noodle stall.

The boss looked at the scholar in front of him, and then said, "You're from a foreign country, right?"

"Yes, yes. Murong Yunzhen smiled slightly awkwardly.

"My stall is closed when it's a good business, but it's not necessarily when it's ugly. The stall owner replied.

"Very good, very good. Murong Yunzhen muttered.

The shopkeeper didn't know what he was good about, but said, "It would be great if the guest officer had a bowl of noodles." “

"Oh, bring me a bowl of Yangchun noodles and add an extra egg. Murong Yun smiled innocently.

"Okay. The owner of the noodle stall immediately went to order noodles, and after a while, a bowl of hot noodles was presented in front of Murong Yunzhen's eyes. Murong Yun really walked for a day, he was already hungry, and after paying the money, Murong Yun must have really gobled it up. But in the face of this bowl of fragrant Yangchun noodles, Murong Yunzhen hesitated. I saw that he first smelled the aroma and couldn't help but praise the taste, and then used chopsticks to pick up the noodles one by one to observe, and couldn't help but praise the strength of the noodles, but I didn't see him start eating. This smell lasted for more than half an hour, and the rest of the diners were quite puzzled, and the boss couldn't stand it anymore.

"Does this noodle still appeal to the guest officer?" the boss asked.

"Good, good. Murong Yunzhen stared at the noodles and praised.

"Since the guest officers have applauded, why don't you start eating? The boss said impatiently.

Murong Yunzhen looked at the boss embarrassedly and smiled, and then picked up the chopsticks one by one and ate slowly, praising every bite. By the time he had eaten half a bowl of noodles, it had been an hour or two. Murong Yunzhen looked at the sky, and then looked around, there were people coming and going on the street, thinking that it was still early, but secretly praying that the time would pass faster.

Suddenly, Murong Yunzhen put down his chopsticks, and he didn't eat the remaining half bowl of noodles, but just sat in his position at a loss. The boss thought he was done eating, so he went to clean up.

"Don't, don't. Boss, I haven't finished eating yet?" Murong Yun said with a deep regret.

The boss sighed and went about his business. As long as the boss didn't turn around, Murong Yunzhen wouldn't eat noodles, but as soon as the boss turned around, he pretended to chew and swallow slowly. But half a bowl of noodles is not much after all, and even the soup will bottom out in another hour or two, and when I look around, it is already late at night, and I can occasionally hear a few chicken crows.

"The guest officer has finished eating now. The boss asked with a smile.

Murong Yunzhen looked at the bottom of the bowl and said blankly: "It's really finished." “

"I'm done eating, I'm going to close. The shopkeeper said happily.

This made Murong Yun really stumped, now it is estimated that it is ugly, and there are at least two hours before dawn, what should I do? Suddenly, Murong Yunzhen's eyes lit up, and he immediately called the shop owner.

"Boss, the Yangchun noodles you make are a must, it's the first time I've eaten such delicious noodles when I've grown so big, you can cook me another bowl, this time without eggs." Murong Yun said excitedly.

This kind of praise is what he has never heard in business for many years, and now when the guest says this, the boss is naturally very comfortable, but when he thinks that the guest in front of him behaves grotesquely, procrastinating, and it will take several hours to eat a bowl of noodles, the boss is very reluctant to get up.

"Guest officer, it's really not early, you listen, the chickens are crowing, and I have to close. The boss said euphemistically.

"But I still want to eat another bowl of Yangchun noodles you made. Murong Yunzhen said.

"Otherwise, I'll use a bamboo tube to pack it for you, and then give you a pair of chopsticks, I'm really going to close. The noodle stall owner said smartly.

Murong Yunzhen was suddenly embarrassed, in fact, he was not hungry, he just wanted to sit here more, it was best to sit until dawn. But since the boss is closing, there is no need for him to stay any longer, but he has already spoken, even if he is not hungry, he has to pay for this bowl of noodles.

The boss finally made a bowl of noodles and sent it to Murong Yunzhen according to what he just said. Murong Yunzhen carried a bamboo tube with noodles, and watched the owner of the noodle stall close the stall, but he didn't know what to do.

"Young man, it's not safe to be alone outside at night, so let's go to the inn early. The noodle stall owner told before leaving.

"Oh. Murong Yun replied dumbfoundedly.

The last light of the night market went out, and the streets were suddenly silent. Fortunately, the moonlight is good tonight, and it will not be dark. Murong Yunzhen looked up at the moonlight, and said in a dark voice: "The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground." Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown. "Reading this, I can't help but think of home. So a thin figure stood alone in the moonlight.

After a long time, Murong Yun really came back to his senses, maybe finding a place to stay is the most important thing. So Murong Yunzhen carried the noodles and walked down the street with courage.

Suddenly, Murong Yunzhen saw a person curled up in the corner of the street at the other end of the street, so he went over to check it out. It was an old man in his late sixtieth year, well-dressed, not like a beggar, and a trolley with wood parked beside him. He seemed to have realized very early that someone was coming towards him, and by the time Murong Yunzhen passed, he had already looked at Murong Yunzhen directly.

This gaze is cold and sharp, and it looks particularly terrifying under this night.

Murong Yunzhen also shuddered, but thought to himself that it would be pitiful for someone of this age to sleep on the streets.

"There are tens of thousands of mansions in Ande, and the poor people in the world are happy. Murong Yunzhen muttered.

The old man saw that Murong Yunzhen was angry, and after giving him a contemptuous look, he turned around and fell asleep peacefully.

"Old man, I still have a bowl of noodles here, let's eat it for you. Murong Yun said respectfully.

But the old man did not move.

Murong Yun was really at a loss, so he could only turn around and leave. From time to time, a cool breeze blew, Murong Yunzhen couldn't help but tighten his clothes, thinking about the old man in single clothes, wouldn't it matter if he was also cold at the moment? So Murong Yunzhen turned around and went back, quietly placing the noodles beside the old man.

"You take it, I don't need it. The old man said coldly.

"Old man, I just cooked this bowl of noodles, you can warm up after eating it. Murong Yunzhen said.

But the old man ignored him and went on to sleep. Murong Yunzhen shook his head, sighed softly, and only asked the old man to take care, and then turned to leave.

Murong Yunzhen found a corner covered with grass to lie down, it seemed that he was really sleepy, he fell asleep as soon as he lay down, and when he woke up again, he was already three poles old.

Murong Yun secretly screamed in his heart that it was not good, because this sleep missed the time to go to Beijing with other students. Without thinking too much, Murong Yunzhen packed his bags and hurried towards the inn where they stayed the day before yesterday.

"That group of students left at dawn this morning. The shopkeeper said.

Murong Yun really couldn't hide his disappointment, when he went out for the first time, if it wasn't for these people, he might not even know how to go to Beijing. But since people are gone, they have to think of a way. Thinking of this, Murong Yunzhen could only secretly call for fate, and walked lonely in the northeast direction.

This time he went on the road alone, but he didn't feel bored, because Murong Yunzhen was born an optimist, and he always had a way to make time full and comfortable. Murong Yunzhen suddenly remembered the way those students walked and stopped chanting poems, although they really didn't think anything about it before, but at this moment, a person imitated it in a similar way, reciting a sentence and taking a step, and then learning another disapproving tone to evaluate it, and then taking another step and reciting another sentence, and so on. This one, Murong Yunzhen actually thought it was still very interesting.

So when I met travelers occasionally on the road, they all looked at this young man who was entertaining himself strangely, and even didn't forget to make fun of him as a "nerd". Murong Yunzhen didn't mind, just smiled lightly.

Maybe it was too devoted, or maybe it was really the first time to go out, after Murong Yunzhen walked for most of the day, he found that he was lost: he was already standing alone in a barren mountain with no village in front of him and no store in the back.

"Which direction should I go?" Murong Yun really thought about it in his heart, it seemed that it was okay to go to the left, and it was not bad to go to the right, but it was difficult to take a step after all.

"The road is long, I will go up and down and seek. Murong Yunzhen suddenly said aloud, and then walked to the right without looking back.

Sure enough, Murong Yunzhen walked and walked onto a mountain road.

"It seems like there's no end to it. Murong Yun said proudly.

After walking for more than half an hour, Murong Yunzhen came to an intersection, there were more pedestrians coming and going on the road, and even better, there was a small teahouse at the intersection where you could rest.

In fact, it is better to call a small stall than a small teahouse, because this is a temporary thatched hut, which is ventilated on all sides, and there are some tables in twos and threes, and tired pedestrians will sit down to drink tea and eat at will.

Murong Yunzhen found a random place to sit down, and then looked around and found that the person sitting at the opposite table was the old man who slept on the street last night. I saw him eating noodles quietly with an expressionless face, occasionally glancing at the trolley parked beside him. There were three or four logs neatly laid out on the trolley, just like what I had seen last night.

Murong Yun really felt as if he had met an acquaintance, and was about to go over to say hello, but found that an old Taoist with a boy was sitting next to the old man.

"It's not a little summer, Yinan. Seeing Lao Dao say this, he chose a south-facing position and sat down, looking proud.

Compared with the old way, the boy is much simpler, put down the things in his hand, and sit down straight to the north-facing position. I saw Lao Dao frowning, and he seemed to be unhappy. The boy was probably in a hurry, and as soon as he sat down, he took the tea and poured it in large gulps, not noticing the dissatisfaction of the old way.

"Wenxi, put that mat behind you. Lao Dao said lightly.

"Master, why do you want to put it behind me?" the boy asked, puzzled.

"You just do it, where do you have so many words?" said the old man dissatisfied.

The boy had no choice but to do so, and respectfully placed the mat behind his place. Lao Dao stroked his beard, smiled at the boy, and then asked the store for a few steamed buns. And although all this happened in front of him, the old man seemed to turn a deaf ear, and only cared about eating his own noodles quietly.

Murong Yunzhen went over to greet the three of them, sat down in the remaining seats, and then smiled at the old man and asked, "This noodle is still delicious, right?"

The old man glanced at him, as if he didn't know him at all, and lowered his head and went on to eat his own. Murong Yunzhen was very surprised, obviously he also gave him a Yangchun noodle to eat last night, but now he didn't recognize himself. Murong Yun really wanted to ask, but was picked up by the old Taoist.

"The fate of one side is determined in this life. The old Taoist said to himself.

Murong Yunzhen and the old man couldn't help but glance at Lao Dao, but Lao Dao picked up the tea and drank it slowly, ignoring the surprise of the two.

After two sips, the shopkeeper brought the steamed buns, and the boy grabbed them with both hands and devoured them one by one. Lao Dao glanced at Murong Yunzhen at this time, and said softly: "Little brother, you should also put the burden behind your position." ”

Murong Yunzhen looked at Lao Dao, and then at his burden, but he only hugged it in his arms, and then said, "There are saint scriptures in the bag, how can you just put them on the ground?"

Lao Dao laughed when he heard this, but he just concentrated on eating his steamed buns, and no longer cared about Murong Yunzhen.

About half an hour later, a despondent man fled at the intersection, and behind him was a group of officers and soldiers who were in pursuit. This person panicked and rushed into the teahouse, and happened to hit Murong Yunzhen's table. Suddenly, the table was overturned, and Murong Yunzhen and the boy were knocked to the ground.

I saw the boy get up from the ground, holding the pu mat and looking at Murong Yunzhen with laughter, but Murong Yunzhen fell to the ground and screamed in pain.

The old man couldn't help but look at Lao Dao with admiration, but Lao Dao smiled faintly.

"Master, you are truly a god, you can predict everything. The boy praised.

"This sycophant kung fu teacher has never taught you. "The old man said.

The boy could only bow his head.

"I really don't listen to the old man, and I suffer in front of me. Murong Yunzhen looked at Lao Dao and smiled awkwardly.

I saw that those officers and soldiers rushed over to arrest this person, but the leader of the team ordered everyone not to leave, saying that this person was a Jiangyang thief arrested by the government, and he suspected that there were any comrades in this shop, and he had to search his body one by one to check his baggage. And Murong Yun was really holding on to his burden, so he was naturally the first to be suspected.

"You, open up the baggage. The leader of the officers and soldiers pointed at Murong Yunzhen and scolded.

"Brother officer, I am a scholar, and here are all the books I used to take the exam in Beijing. Murong Yunzhen said.

"Don't be wordy, if you open it, you will open it. The officer leader snapped.

Murong Yunzhen reluctantly opened the baggage, and there were indeed some subsets of scriptures and histories inside, as well as a body of clothes and fine silver.

I saw that the officer glanced at the burden and casually took the silver two into his arms. Everyone didn't dare to speak up, but Murong Yunzhen refused, and said coaxing and begging: "Brother officer, that is the entanglement I used to go to Beijing to catch the exam, if you take it, how can I participate in the palace exam?

The leader of the officers and soldiers glared at Murong Yunzhen, as if telling him that it was impossible. The rest of the officers and soldiers set Murong Yunzhen aside and threatened him that it would be polite if he was long-winded. The chief officer then asked his men to inspect the other people's belongings, but if there was anything of value, he would not let go.

"You are all officers and soldiers of the imperial court, you should act righteously, how can you rob the private property of the common people? What is the difference between your current behavior and what you call the Jiangyang thief?" Murong Yun said in a righteous and righteous manner.

Before the words fell, the soldiers next to him had already added fists and kicks to Murong Yunzhen. How can a student stand it.

At this moment, the old man clenched his fists, but the old man who was at the same table before shouted that it was not good.

"Old Taoist, why do you say it's not good?" said the officer leader.

"Poor Tao is a little through the art of numerology, numerology says one life, two luck and three feng shui, you will encounter a thing against fate today, which will damage your official luck in the second half of your life, which is a big culprit. Lao Dao said slowly.

"The old Taoist priest Hugh has to talk nonsense, otherwise you will be cured together. The officer leader scolded.

"I look at the face of the military master, this year should have just passed the year of establishment, and there are sons and two daughters under his knees, but is this?" said Lao Dao unhurriedly.

"How do you know?" the officer leader asked, looking at Lao Dao in surprise.

"Haha, this is the art of numerology. Able to know the past and the future. Lao Dao said: "Your old mother is still alive, but your old father has recently passed away, just turned the age of sixties, yes or no?"

"Exactly, absolutely. It seems that the Taoist is really a man of God. The leader of the officers said admiringly.

Lao Dao smiled slowly.

"The Taoist chief just said that I am going to encounter a big murder today, please make it clear?" the officer leader asked eagerly.

Lao Dao beckoned the officer leader to come over, and whispered a few words in his ear, the officer leader suddenly turned pale, and hurriedly asked his subordinates to let Murong Yunzhen go, and returned the silver two that he had received. Everyone was amazed.

After the officer leader let Murong Yunzhen go, he respectfully invited Lao Dao to sit down, and asked the soldiers to continue to search for other people's baggage, but no one dared to take anything anymore.

"Whose logs belong to this cart?" asked the soldier as he climbed onto the cart.

"This cart of logs is an ancient cypress wood that Lao Yu bought from the county next door. The old man whispered.

"There's no stolen goods hidden in there, is there?" asked the officer chief. Before the words were spoken, the soldiers had to cut open the wood to see what was going on. But he was stopped by the old man.

"These logs are meant to be pulled back for coffins, so how can they hide stolen goods?" said the old man.

"Haha, these logs are immaculate all around, how did they hide things?" Murong Yunzhen said with a laugh.

"Coffin, coffin, homophonic promotion and fortune, good luck, you can't stop the old man from making it into a coffin, otherwise, the official fortune will be damaged. Lao Dao said again.

The leader of the officers looked at Murong Yunzhen, then at Lao Dao, hesitated for a while and then ordered to stop.

After some investigation, it was confirmed that there was indeed no accomplice, and the officers and soldiers escorted the suspect away. The frightened people left in a hurry, for fear that they would be wronged again.

"Thank you to the old Taoist for rescuing, Murong Yun is really grateful. Murong Yunzhen thanked Lao Dao deeply.

Lao Dao just laughed and didn't say anything.

"Thank you for your help. The old man is also grateful to the old man.

"There are too many injustices in the world, and I just can't see it, so it's nothing to bluff him?" replied lightly.

"It's just that now the country is worried about internal and external troubles, but these people who eat the king's fortune can't do more beneficial things, if I get fame, I will definitely take this as a lesson and do more things that benefit the country and the people. Murong Yun said clearly.

"That's great, but young man, you won't be able to gain fame in your life. Lao Dao said.

"Why? I have been studying hard for more than ten years, and I have the heart to serve the country, so why can't I get it? Murong Yun really asked anxiously.

"Heaven must not be divulged. The old man said mysteriously, and then summoned the boy to leave.

"I believe that I will definitely be able to achieve fame, and I will work harder for this. Murong Yun said seriously.

"Haha, destiny cannot be violated. Some people in this world have already set their marriage encounters, which is the so-called dependent origination, and fate will develop step by step with this established dependent origin and extinction, which has nothing to do with how hard you work hard. Lao Dao finally said a long sentence. After speaking, Lao Dao looked at the old man again and said, "I have lived for so many years, and this is the first time I have seen someone pull wood to make a coffin for himself." I think it's also fate. “

After that, the old road floated away with the boy and disappeared far away in the smoke and dust at the intersection. The old man and Murong Yun really watched the old man go away thoughtfully, what he said just now was really confusing, but it seemed to be reasonable.

After the previous chaos, the people in the teahouse had already dispersed, leaving only Murong Yunzhen and the old man. After the old man saw Lao Dao leave, he lowered his head and cleaned up the logs that had been turned over by the officers and soldiers, pushed the cart and left. Murong Yunzhen stood in this empty place, feeling that it was better to move as soon as possible, so he caught up with the old man.

"Old man, we have finally met in the town, so let's go on the road together. Murong Yunzhen said.

The old man ignored him at all and continued to push the cart away.

"Old man, what do you call it?" Murong Yunzhen asked again.

The old man still ignored him.

Murong Yunzhen wanted to ask again, but saw the old man stop, turned around and asked, "There is a fork in the road ahead, where are you going?"

"I'm going to the capital, it should be in this direction. Murong Yun said excitedly.

"But I'm going to Qiaomu Village, but I'm going this way. The old man said coldly, and then pushed the car around the corner and left.