As Jin An entered the bright hall, everyone on both sides of the long table looked at Jin An.
Except for those few people from the Western Regions who were devouring camel meat.
When they were inspecting Jin An, Jin An, who was wearing a five-color Taoist robe, pressed the hilt of the Kunwu knife with his left hand. He also inspected a circle of people in the room. There was a sense of oppression as masculine as a mountain. The night sky behind him was dark and the night wind was blowing.
He wore a Taoist robe with a grin.
Jin An stood at the door with his palm on the handle of the knife, his eyes glaring and patrolling. Every time he passed by a face, the muscles in the corners of his eyes would beat, and a warning sign of danger would arise in his heart.
That feeling.
It was as if he was looking directly at Thunder, and the corners of his eyes hurt slightly.
In the world, only the scorching sun and the power of heaven cannot be looked directly at.
Everyone agreed that the young Taoist priest's bright black eyes seemed to be hiding mysteries, which were breathtaking and frightening to look at.
The expressions on these people's faces are very rich, including frowning, thinking, scruples, temporarily avoiding the sharp point, and some who are so deep that no changes in their expressions can be seen.
Jin An has a slender body, a bright forehead, and a smooth and fair face. Just the profile of his face reflected by a few torches at the door makes people afraid to look directly at him. Everyone has an idea in their hearts, a very powerful character has arrived today.
Except for the pair of master and servant, one young and one old.
When Jin An turned his head and looked at the pair of master and servant, the Confucian scholar, who had always been gentle and elegant, had a look on his face. There seemed to be something unexpected, surprising, and clear in his bright and poetic eyes.
There was still a bit of suspicion and a bit of uncertainty, as if he was confirming whether the person in front of him was an old friend... Compared to the Confucian scholar's calm and reserved reaction, the old man had the biggest reaction among everyone present!
When he and Jin An looked at each other face to face, poof, the old man had not yet swallowed the naan in his mouth, and subconsciously spat out: "Mr., Gong, Gong... I am also drunk after drinking water. My head is a little dizzy and my eyes are a little bit...
Hua, sir, I think I’m drunk and starting to have hallucinations in front of my eyes, I’ll lie down and take a nap to wake up.”
After speaking, the old man lay down on the table and fell asleep with his arms on his head.
But with his head buried in his arms, he quietly opened a small gap, turned his head to look at Jin An in the direction of the door on the right, and then turned to look at his young master sitting next to him on the left, burying his head deep in the pretending to be drunk.
Don't dare to look around anymore.
Thousands of miles of fate!
This is really a sin!
Mr. Master, do you still remember those words you said when you left Chang County?
“If we are destined, we will meet again one day.”
"If we don't have a chance to meet each other, it would be better to forget about each other in the world."
Now we can see each other again despite being thousands of miles apart, what else is this but fate?
Is there any fate in the world that spans thousands of miles farther than this?
Young Master, today you should tell him what you have been holding in your heart for the past six months and the truth about half a year ago. Let him remember you for the rest of his life. It is best to carry them together in the urn without forgetting each other.
Young Master, you couldn't bear to lose your dignity and took the initiative to look for me. You just left as soon as you said you wanted to leave. You didn't even say goodbye for the last time and suddenly disappeared. You were afraid that the other party would try hard to find Young Master but they couldn't find him. You misunderstood him and mistakenly thought that Young Master you left without saying goodbye and was ruthless. After half a year,
Half a year is too long and too short, I'm afraid the misunderstanding will get deeper and deeper...
If life is just like the first time we met, why is the autumn wind sad and painted on a fan?
Who didn’t have an unforgettable relationship when he was young? Thinking about it, tears moistened Qibo’s eyes.
At that time, it was because they were both arrogant and neither of them could let go of their dignity and took the initiative to find each other, so they spent the rest of their lives with regrets. In the end, it was really as if they had forgotten each other in the world. This forgetfulness left their hearts empty and empty.
There will never be room for another person.
Chibber once again fell into the emotional memories of his youth.
Just when Qibo was still immersed in the memories of that youthful and vigorous period, he heard footsteps in his ears, as if someone was walking towards them from the door.
Chibo still buried his head in his arms and pretended to be drunk, but in fact he had secretly pricked up his ears to listen.
As we walk closer and closer.
Chibo found that he was as nervous as when he first went on an outing with the girl he liked when he was young.
He pricked up his ears and continued to eavesdrop.
Some people look forward to seeing their young master and that young master again thousands of miles apart. What will be their first words?
Would it be anger?
Is it a misunderstanding?
Will the misunderstanding be resolved in the end and the old grudges settled?
The worst result is...will they get into a fight the first time they meet? Then which side should you help?
It seems that I can’t help anyone.
This is the trouble of being a servant. When the master says to beat him, he doesn’t necessarily want you to hit him. Maybe he just finds a step to step down. When the master says, “I’m not angry.” If you think the master is not angry at this time, then you are really too young.
eaten.
eaten.
The footsteps came closer step by step. Finally, the footsteps stopped and stopped next to Qibo.
Then a familiar voice sounded behind him: "Red Moon Rouge is both waterproof and sunproof. It does not melt easily when exposed to water and will dry out and fall off when exposed to the sun. It also has a light fragrance that can last for a whole day.
Therefore, a box of Red Moon Rouge can be worth three coins."
“This young master is very much like a friend of mine who left without saying goodbye.”
The Confucian scholar with red lips and white teeth smiled sweetly and said: "Oh? Why does the mention of Red Moon Rouge Fragrance Powder make you think of an old friend, the Taoist Priest?"
Jin An smiled softly: "Because you smell of her red pink rouge powder, I once gave a box of red moon rouge powder to my friend."
The Confucian scholar showed great talent and could not find any flaws on his face. He said in deep thought: "It seems that the little Taoist is not a kind person when she encounters someone. You really paid her attention, but she left without saying goodbye. You didn't take your thoughts into consideration, the little Taoist."
Jin An laughed and sat down, sitting right next to Qi Bo who was drinking water and pretending to be drunk: "Everyone has their own secrets, maybe she has her own unspeakable secrets, the world is so big, I don't know if she will see me again in the future.
I have nothing to ask for from this friend. If we can meet again one day, I would like to say thank you to her in person. I already know all the truth about Chang County. Thank you for her life-saving grace in Chang County. I can’t repay her, it’s shameless.
memorable."
Not as coquettish as a little daughter.
Only the generosity of the children of Jianghu.
The Confucian scholar smiled.
Smiling so brightly that her eyes were as bright as the stars and the moon.
The smile is charming and charming.
"Nothing can be repaid, nothing can be forgotten. This saying is quite new. I have only heard storytellers say the most often, 'There is nothing I can repay for saving my life, but I am willing to pledge myself to you.'" This is 'Nothing can be repaid, nothing can be forgotten.'
'This is the first time I've heard of it.' These words seemed teasing, playful, and playful with a bit of girlish cunningness.
Jin An sighed and said: "'I can't repay my life-saving kindness, but I'm willing to pledge myself to you'. That's what I say to handsome people. If you meet an ugly person, it's 'I can't repay your life-saving kindness, but I'm willing to live in the next life.'"
"Be a cow or a horse." But for my friend who left without saying goodbye, I have never seen her true face. I don't even know whether she is beautiful or ugly. I only know that her name is Mr. Yiyun, so I agreed to marry her and be a cow or a horse.
It’s definitely inappropriate to use it here, but it’s definitely correct no matter where it is used. I just don’t know if I will ever see the true face of my friend who left me without saying goodbye.”
The Confucian scholar stared: "It's a shameful thought."
Qi Bo, who was sandwiched between the two people and eavesdropped for a long time, became more and more confused as he listened. Is he so out of touch with the young people? Why did he not understand what it meant after listening for a long time? Is this forgiveness or not?
?
Are you still angry or not?
Why are we still playing riddles and pretending not to know each other?
Say that you have recognized each other, and pretend not to recognize each other, and say that you have not recognized each other. People with discerning knowledge will recognize each other as soon as they hear it.
Master, are you really angry with your last words or are you pretending to be angry?
Qi Bo felt that it was too difficult for his family to be between the two of them, as if he had become a superfluous air. His young master and Mr. Jin An ignored his existence and talked among themselves, pretending that he did not exist.
Only the two glances that occasionally fell on his back at the same time made him feel like a thorn in his back, giving him a sense of existence.
Chibo felt so bitter in his heart.
He just wanted to drink water and pretend to be drunk, and then quietly eavesdropped. Who would have thought that Jin An was sitting on his right hand side instead of his own son's side. With him sandwiched between the two of them, his days were like a year.
He is just a piece of grass caught between two big mountains.
Shivering.
“Oh, I don’t know if I drank too much water. Master, I’ll go to the latrine first.” Qi Bo stood up and ran away, pretending not to see Jin An the whole time.
At this time, in the bright room, the smell of meat and the sound of chewing meat with relish are still there.
Two veterans wearing tatters and patched leather armor carried half a roasted camel in from outside the house. They didn't know how the camel meat was made. The aroma was fragrant and made people appetite.
Especially the more steamy it is.
The temptation of the meaty aroma becomes stronger.
Two veterans came in at this time, namely a fat old man with a general belly, and a one-eyed old man with a boning knife on his waist.
Both of them are in their seventies.
A head of white hair.
The face is full of deep wrinkles weathered by the desert wind.
"I was just helping to carry the roasted camels in the kitchen when I heard the loud voice of Pasha's old man. Tonight, another distinguished guest came to our village to stay overnight. It seems that he is the Taoist priest. The Taoist priest is so long.
With his handsome features and dignified appearance, he looks like a heroic young man at first glance. I don’t know what to call him?”
The fat old man with the belly of a general, together with the one-eyed old man, lifted half of the roasted camel to the table, wiped his oily hands on the leather armor awkwardly, and looked towards Jin An in a dignified manner.
He cupped his hands to learn Han etiquette and said with a harmless smile.
After self-introduction, Jin An knew that the fat old man was Xikelti whom the tall and thin old man called him.
And the one-eyed old man with a bone picker on his waist is the only cook in this village. His name is Paletahong, which means axe. He is taciturn and rarely speaks.
The heavy boning knife was in the hands of the one-eyed old man. It flew up and down like a thin butterfly knife. It was as light as nothing and quickly peeled off half of the roasted camel on the table.
The bones and tendons of the camel were in his hands, and he had long been skilled in his chest.
I just don’t know whether the human body is equally skilled.
As the camel meat was peeled off with the boning knife, the aroma suddenly overflowed, and its concentration increased to a higher level. Among the Han people sitting opposite, who had been struggling to resist the temptation of the meat aroma, there were two lower-level practitioners.
Finally, people couldn't resist the temptation of the meaty aroma on the table, and started chewing the camel meat.
In just a short time, I had a mouthful of food, my hands were shiny, and there were a lot of bones piled around me. While eating, I kept praising how delicious it was, and encouraged my companions to eat it too, saying that they had never tasted such delicious meat in their lives.
No matter what these two people say, the remaining ten or so Han people will never touch a table of meat.
Most of the people are dominated by a middle-aged man with no emotion or anger on his face, bulging temples, a well-dressed and brave aura, strong evil spirit and majestic masculine blood in his body, and even ordinary evil spirits dare not get close to him.
Looking at the strong murderous aura, it does not look like an ordinary person in the world can cultivate it, but more like a war general who has experienced hundreds of battles and has thousands of weeping heads under his sword.
He has a machete hanging on his waist and an ironwood bow on his back. He should be a general who is good at bow and horse riding.
Jin An has experienced so many things, and he still has a good eye for recognizing people. He feels that this big man with evil aura is a master. Sitting next to the big man, a middle-aged man with a mustache and a goatee,
Cultivation is the deepest hidden thing.
In addition to these two people, there was another monk who attracted Jin'an's attention.
After all, everyone has hair, but your bald donkey is hard to avoid glaring. The monk has a tantric stick in his hand.
This Tantric stick is shining with gold, and its surface is plated with a layer of gold. It is a valuable Tantric demon-conquering stick, and it is different from ordinary Tantric iron rods.
In this team, there is actually a Feng Shui master who is good at geology and looking up at the sky.
But this Feng Shui master is not from Tianshi Mansion.
Jin An has had so many interactions with Tianshi Mansion. He can recognize at a glance whether he is from Tianshi Mansion. Ever since Tianshi Mansion clung to the imperial power, they have all suffered from a disease, a disease with their nostrils turned upward, or
Very easy to recognize.
Looking at these people, Jin An thought for a moment and guessed the identities of these people. The man who knew his fate the most and was probably the mountain guard, Mr. Cen.
That big man who looked like a general was probably a close associate of a certain prince in the Kangding Kingdom, and was the backbone of this team.
The forces in the Tianshi Mansion in the capital are complex. The prince has great plans and wants to avoid the Tianshi Mansion, so it makes sense for him to train a Feng Shui master himself.
It seems that the monk did not come from the National Temple in Jingcheng.
“Good knife skills.” Seeing that the two men under him could not bear the temptation and greedily ate the camel meat, the big man showed no anger on his face, but applauded and praised them.
“I didn’t expect to see such exquisite knife skills in the depths of the desert. It’s really eye-opening. If this old man is willing to go to the outside world with us, with this knife skills alone, he will definitely have food, drink, prosperity and wealth.”
“If the old gentleman were twenty years younger and joined the army, he would definitely have made great achievements and become a victorious general.”
Facing the big man's praise, what he got in return was that the one-eyed old man didn't even look back.
The fat old man quickly stood up to smooth things over and said: "I apologize to the distinguished guests on behalf of that bad-tempered old man Palletahon. That old man has such a bad habit and is usually a man of few words... Please eat up these distinguished guests."
Eat, this meat won’t taste good when it’s cold.”
“A few distinguished guests have been sitting here without eating or drinking, but the camel meat is not cooked to taste?”
"The old man is too polite. We should be the ones who have disturbed you tonight. If we want to apologize, we are also apologizing...I respect Taoist priests the most in my life. I am carefree and unrestrained. I am in harmony with my body and mind. I only follow the Tao and pursue a great path naturally.
If it weren't for a reckless man like me who has too much murderous aura to enter the Taoist sect, I would really like to join the Taoist sect. I respect Taoist priests, so please invite Taoist Master Jin'an first." The evil man didn't know what his intentions were, so he turned his back on this