Tokyo Bianliang, after decades of development, the people are rich and the things are rich, and the desolation of the five generations of rebellion has long gone, showing a prosperous scene. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Su Zhuo stood in front of the city gate, looking at the flow of people, rubbing shoulders one after another. When I looked up and saw the two Lishu stone carvings in Bianliang, my heart fluctuated.

Many years ago, he also looked up at the city gate of Bianjing like this. But he didn't dare to go in, because he knew that although there were more rich merchants and magnates in this city, there were also more officials and more evil slaves and thugs. For him, a little beggar who lived by abduction and stealing, Bianjing is tantamount to the tiger's den in Longtan. Now that things have changed, Su Zhuo has long been different. However, the city standing in front of you now is not better, it is still a Longtan tiger's den.

Today, however, he could no longer make a detour. There are some things that have to be faced head-on.

Su Zhuo followed the flow of people into the city gate, walked along Suzaku Street for half an hour, and turned into Huguo Lane. Along the way, the vendors are hawking, and the pedestrians are like clouds, which is very lively. But Su Zhuo did not stop there. When I turned into this alley, the weather suddenly changed and became a little depressing.

The lanes are wide, but there are few pedestrians. On both sides are large deep houses, and the doors are closed. At the end of the alley, you can see a house with a pair of black letters on a white background standing at the door, and two white lanterns are hung, each with a shocking inscription.

This alley is named after the Protector General's Mansion at the end, and it is a famous alley in Bianjing. Almost all of the people living in it were generals from the army. Su Zhuo turned in, but turned back again, and walked into a teahouse on Suzaku Street directly opposite Huguo Lane.

At this time, it was almost noon, there were many people in the teahouse, and the lobby on the first floor was full. There are all kinds of people in the hall, there are rough and reckless Jianghu men, and their mouths are full of "******" swear words. There are also peddlers and pawns, with shrewd little eyes. Others dressed up indecently, sitting alone drinking tea and not saying anything.

Su Zhuo glanced at it, the corners of his mouth curved slightly, and went straight up the stairs. The second floor is considered a private seat, and the tea price is higher, so it is not as overcrowded and not as noisy as the first floor. But there were one or two people sitting at almost every table. Su Zhuo finally found a table by the window and sat down, and when he turned his head, he could see the funeral mansion in the distance.

He called for a pot of ordinary hair tips, and was waiting for his kung fu when he suddenly heard the sound of footsteps beside him. Then a voice as warm as jade sounded: "Donor, can you make it convenient and borrow a seat?"

Su Zhuo looked back and saw a young monk standing in front of him, bowing in unison. He was seven feet long, dressed in a neat and clean moon-white monk's robe, and wore it on his body, as if he was born to make it for him. He raised his head and saw that his face was like the bright moon, his eyes were like bright stars, his facial features were upright, and the bridge of his nose was high. As soon as this person stood there, a faint Buddha light seemed to shine from his body, and everyone next to him was a little dim.

Behind him stood two middle-aged monks. However, compared to the young monk, these two people are really different. Both of them have dark complexions, deep eyes and hawk noses, and hateful faces, not from the Central Plains. These two men seem to exist to highlight the young monk in front of them. Su Zhuo was in a daze for a while. The young monk repeated.

Su Zhuo came back to his senses and said busily: "Master, please take a seat!"

The young monks thanked each other, sat down opposite Su Zhuo, and said to the other two monks: "Two senior brothers, please sit down!"

It turned out that these three people were actually brothers. The two men sat side by side, but two feet away from the tea table. Su Zhuo asked, "I don't know the names of the three masters?"

The young monk smiled indifferently and said, "The poor monk has no self. ”

The tallest of the two middle-aged monks said, "Wutian." The short and fat said, "No." The two of them spoke in Chinese awkwardly, and they smiled apologetically: "My two senior brothers are not from the Central Plains. Senior Brother Wutian was originally the master of the Tubo Kingdom, while Senior Brother Wutian was from Tianzhu. ”

Su Zhuo smiled, but he was very strange in his heart, selfless, lawless, these people are really incredible. Just thinking about it, Dr. Tea served the tea. Wuself suddenly said: "Looking at the donor's face, it seems that there is something on his mind?"

Su Zhuo was stunned for a moment, poured a cup of tea for the other party first, and said with a smile: "Oh?

I am not polite, I picked up the teacup and said, "It is born from the heart." Although the donor's face is amazing, there is a faint cloud shrouded in the vestibule hall, which is not a blessed elephant!"

Su Zhuo took a sip of tea and said with a smile: "I didn't think that the master would still look at his face?"

"Although Jincheng is cloudy, it is better to return home early. I just put the teacup under my nose and sniffed it, put it down again, got up and said, "But seeing that the donor is a determined person, it seems that the poor monk's words are too much." Thank you for the benefactor's hospitality, the poor monk will say goodbye, and there will be a period later!" said the lawless and lawless two turned and went downstairs, drifting away.

Su Zhuo recalled the words of selflessness, and the deep meaning in his heart was self-evident. He remembered that he saw countless people rushing to the capital along the way, on Suzaku Street, the three sects and nine streams gathered, and in the lobby on the first floor, there were all righteous and evil ways. In today's capital, the mountain rain is coming. But the more the cusp, the more profitable. Therefore, it attracted so many people, and it was really mixed.

Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly heard the mockery downstairs quiet, and then there was a burst of laughter and ridicule. Su Zhuo was slightly surprised, and saw another person coming up at the staircase. The man was dressed in a wide striped cloth robe, was not tall, and had only a handful of braided hair on his head, and he looked quite handsome. With a long-handled knife in his waist and clogs on his feet, he turned out to be a Fuso man. At that time, the small country of Fusang Yuer was a vassal to the Central Plains. When the Fusang people came to the Central Plains, they were also inferior, and they were looked down upon everywhere. In particular, their strange costumes and strange customs are even more difficult to be recognized by the Central Plains.

Therefore, it is not surprising that this man came to the teahouse and was ridiculed. He didn't get angry, and when he came to the second floor, he saw that although there were people at each table, it was quite loose, so he walked to the first table and wanted to make a table. Unexpectedly, the man sitting saw him approaching, and hurriedly said, "Go, go, this place is full!"

Fusang was stunned for a moment, the light in his eyes flashed, and he walked to another table. Who knew that after asking three tables, no one was willing to let him sit together. At this time, the tea guy came over and squinted at Fusang: "Hey, hey, do you have any money?"

The Fusang man spread out his palm, revealing a few copper plates, and said, "I have five cents, just enough for a pot of tea." ”

I didn't expect him to speak Chinese fluently. But the tea guy said angrily: "Go, go, go! Five cents is not even enough for a seat here!"

Fuso's face turned red, he didn't say anything, and turned around to go downstairs. Su Zhuo was also belittled when he was a child, and when he saw such a thing, he was a little angry, and got up and said, "If Brother Tai doesn't mind, can you come here to sit?" )