Su Ling was half drunk and wandered through the cobblestone path.
After saying those polite words, he lifted the gauze curtain and dived in.
But when he raised his head, his eyes suddenly tightened, and he suddenly woke up from the drunkenness. In the octagonal pavilion, there was a curved wooden table. On the table were candied fruits and half a cup of tea, and the tea was still steaming.
The fragrance of tea lingers.
There was a person sitting in the seat behind the table. He was older than Xiao Sishu, with a stern face and a rather calm and authoritative demeanor.
There is a middle-aged man standing on the left, carrying an ancient sword on his back. Before the sword is unsheathed, you can feel the sharp sword intent emanating from it.
On the right is a young scholar. Although his face is good, his expression is quite restrained. His figure is a little thin, and his black clothes seem a bit too big. He sways in front of and behind him, swinging in the wind. His pair of eyes are like an eagle.
The eyes are faintly sharp and even more mysterious.
Su Ling felt that the man in the middle was very familiar with the young scholar on the right. It seemed that he had seen them somewhere before, but he couldn't remember them for the moment.
It's just that, in such a secluded octagonal pavilion, if he was suddenly invited here, this group of people must be evil.
Although Su Ling was thinking this, he didn't panic at all. He looked at them a few times and then said in a deep voice: "You guys are waiting for me here, what do you want?"
There was a scribe and a swordsman on the left and right, who looked like wood carvings and clay sculptures. They just looked at Su Ling fiercely and said nothing.
However, the owner in the middle suddenly smiled faintly, picked up the paper in his hand and began to read: "The tide of the spring river reaches the level of the sea, and the bright moon on the river rises with the tide..." As he chanted, he closed his eyes slightly, as if
Quite intoxicated.
It is the Spring River Flower Moonlight Night that Su Ling just recited.
Su Ling was a little surprised. He had just composed this poem. This person had never appeared in the hall. Why did he know this poem so quickly?
The owner in the middle recited it once, then leaned forward, stared straight at Su Ling, half-smiling but not smiling, half-appreciating but not appreciating, and said in a deep voice: "Moonlit Night on the Spring River, what a poem! What a poem!"
Mr. Su is indeed very talented..."
Su Ling suddenly remembered that he seemed to have met this person when he was in Banan City. Xiao Cangshu was also there at that time and called him second brother.
Su Ling instantly understood who this person was.
The second son of Xiao Yuanche, the Sikong of the dynasty, is now the commander-in-chief of the Jin Dynasty - Xiao Jianshu.
Su Ling understood. It seemed that Xiao Jianshu still couldn't sit still.
There was a faint smile on his face, without revealing his identity, and he said slowly: "Young Master, I'm glad to meet you! It's just that it's a bit cold here tonight, and I have no intention of barging in. I just
A servant just brought me here for some reason. It really disturbed the young master’s purity..."
After Su Ling said this, she slowly moved her steps towards the outside of the pavilion.
Thirty-six strategies, walking is the best strategy!
Su Ling knew in his heart that it would be difficult to get along with these people when they suddenly appeared here. The people on the left with swords should be equally powerful.
The host smiled half-heartedly, waved his hand lightly and said, "Young Master Su is right, I invited you here."
Su Ling pretended to be confused and said: "Who are you? I don't seem to have any friendship with you, why are you inviting me here?"
The host took a sip of tea and said calmly: "Maojian, it's really good tea, I'm fascinated by it! Who first sees the moon by the river? When does the moon on the river shine on people at the first time? Life has been endless from generation to generation, and the moon on the river looks the same every year.
.This poem is also a good poem, but is this person a good person?"
He seemed to be talking to himself, then slowly waved his hand and said in a voice so calm that there was no trace of waves: "Just kill him..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the person on the left took action. As fast as a meteor and lightning, the giant sword was unsheathed in mid-air, drawing an arc and approaching Su Ling.
In the past, Su Ling would have been unable to avoid it, but fortunately Uncle Bai had taught him some skills.
Su Ling raised his head suddenly, only to feel the roar of the giant sword, and the blade of the sword came towards his face with the sound of sharp wind and sword energy.
Su Ling's expression changed. The sword-wielder's killing move was just one strike, locking all his escape routes to the left and right.
This man is definitely a master of swordsmanship, and I am not on the same level as him.
Even if this was the case, how could Su Ling sit still and wait for death? He snorted coldly, his body suddenly hung up, and he retreated several feet backwards.
But the man holding the sword seemed to be one with his sword. When he saw him retreating, the giant sword rushed forward to pursue him, and a piercing cold light rushed towards him again.
"It's not over, right!" Su Ling growled, stepped quickly towards the right corner of the pavilion, and threw his body over desperately.
In mid-air, a drunken man was lying on the saddle bridge, his waist instantly arched.
"Stab--" there was a sound, the sword light passed by, and the clothes on Su Ling's left arm were cut open by him, and the pieces were scattered in all directions.
Su Ling didn't care about the sleeves and moved forward, just about to fight back.
How could the sword holder give him a chance to fight back?
The figure rushed towards him with the giant sword and flashed before Su Ling's eyes.
The next moment, she turned behind him like a ghost. Before Su Ling could move, the sword was already on his neck.
The man holding the sword said in a cold voice without any emotion: "Don't move, if you move again, your head will fall to the ground..."
Su Ling's pupils shrank, and he no longer resisted, and suddenly shouted loudly: "I have no enmity with you, and I don't even know who you are. If you kill me like this, you have to reward me with my name...
.Since I am dead, it is easier for me to complain to the King of Hell!"
The master sitting in front of him didn't even look at the fight, and seemed to think that the sword holder was sure to win.
After hearing Su Ling's cry, he chewed the candied fruit in his mouth. Fang slowly stretched out a finger and said, "I'll give you a chance. Guess who we are. If you guess it right, I will spare your life for now."
"N/M, who are you, how do I know..." Although Su Ling was restrained, he still said with a playful smile: "Let's discuss it and give you a hint, brother?"
The owner seemed to feel that the candied fruit was a little sticky, and clapped his hands, as if he had not heard what Su Ling said: "In this case, just kill it..."
The man holding the sword nodded and was about to make a move.
Su Ling suddenly raised his right hand, pointed towards the top of the pavilion and said, "Wait, you have to give me some time to think about it."
The owner seemed to be persuaded, and then nodded and said: "Three numbers...one!"
Three numbers》Thirty numbers, I only know who you, the turtle bastard, are.
Su Ling cursed secretly in his heart, thinking about how to escape.
"two......"
"Three..." After saying these three words, the man raised his eyebrows and scolded coldly: "Kill..."
"Wait a minute!..." Su Ling shouted, and then said as if he was pouring beans: "I know you, aren't you Xiao Jianshu, the second son of Sikong? We have met Ba Nan, and you still let me
Come to Longtai, as for the others, let me guess where they will go..."
Then he closed his eyes and said as if accepting his fate: "Okay, I'm done, I'm going to kill you..."
When the master heard this, a faint smile appeared on his face, but he did not speak.
The man on the right who looked like a scholar had a smile on his face. He walked up to Su Ling and lowered himself. He smiled but was not smiling, and said rather politely: "Master Su, don't be surprised. Your Spring River Flower Moonlight Night is so stunning.
We wanted to meet Mr. Su, so we made a little joke."
Su Ling thought that after he said this, the next step was to ask the sword holder to withdraw his sword and let him go.
I never thought that this thing, with its smiling face and blackmail, had no intention of asking the sword holder to withdraw the sword. Instead, he stretched out two fingers and tapped the sword blade on Su Ling's neck twice.
The sword vibrated and made a dull buzzing sound.
The scholar smiled again and then said: "Since you can't guess, let me introduce you. This sword holder is my young master's sword master - Ling Yijian! And I am not talented anymore, my surname is Wen.
, the one named Chu Yi is.
When Su Ling heard this, he was secretly surprised. He couldn't match Ling Yijian's name, but this Wen Chuyi, from his appearance just now, he suddenly thought of someone.
Without thinking, Su Ling blurted out: "I'm going, your name is Wen Chuyi?"
Wen Chuyi was a little surprised, looked at him with burning eyes and said, "Did you hear the dirty name Mr. Su before?"
Su Ling rolled her eyes at him and said: "You are not cheap. You will be rich and powerful in the future, and no one can compare with you. No, your surname is Sima. When did you change your name..."
As soon as he finished speaking, he knew that he had made a mistake, so he remained silent.
Wen Chuyi looked confused and said: "Xiao Ke has had this name since he was born. Even if he changes his name, he will not change his surname. Where did Mr. Su say that?"
Su Ling bared her teeth at him and said, "It's okay. Is it illegal to liven up the atmosphere?"
Xiao Jianshu waved his hand towards Wen Chuyi, and Wen Chuyi stepped aside with doubts.
Xiao Jianshu sneered, picked up the tea and shook it a few times, glanced at Su Lingfang and said calmly: "I have a few questions to ask you..."
Su Ling then glared at him dissatisfied and said: "I sighed, if you ask me any questions, just put down the sword on my neck, otherwise I won't tell you if I know..."
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Xiao Jianshu glanced sideways at Su Ling and said coldly: "In this situation, I advise you to be more honest. You are not qualified to negotiate terms with me now..."
He then said thoughtfully: "Your answer is good, I might consider letting you go..."
Su Ling rolled his eyes and said, "Then why don't you ask quickly? This cold wind is blowing my head and I won't be able to answer."
Xiao Jianshu nodded slowly and said, "First question, what is your purpose of coming to Longtai, Kyoto this time?"
Just when Su Ling was about to speak, Xiao Jianshu waved his hand and said, "Don't tell me it's just to make money... With your talent, you can't just be a doctor in a drug store and a chef in a restaurant!"
Su Ling spread his hands and said with some helplessness: "Xiao Jianshu, you'd better kill me, I really just want to make money..."
A cold light flashed in Xiao Jianshu's eyes, and he asked, "Seriously?"
Su Ling nodded and said: "I used to be afraid of poverty in the countryside. People in Longtai, Kyoto, are stupid and have a lot of money. Why not make money if you have money? Besides, didn't you once promise me to come to Longtai, and now I'm here
, is it still wrong?”
Xiao Jianshu nodded noncommittally and said, "Don't you want to find a future?"
Su Ling seemed to have heard a joke, he chuckled and said: "Looking for a future? People who are capable of looking for a future are all dead. Who among Gongsun Li, Wang Xi and Duan Bailou is not better than me? Which one is still alive?"
"But, if you really say you don't want a future, that's nonsense. It's just that I've been here for a long time, and your father just gave me an errand in Xicaopu, which is not much bigger than Sesame. I thought I would be an official after all, so I would just hang out.
It depends on the day..." Su Ling added without waiting for Xiao Jianshu to speak.
Xiao Jianshu seemed very satisfied, then nodded and said: "Why are you so close to Cang Shu? Could it be that you intend to help him?"
Su Ling even rolled his eyes and said: "Brother... I don't get close to Xiao Cangshu, so I can find a big tree to shade myself. Who should I follow? You? Your surname is not Shu...
..”
Xiao Jianshu raised his eyebrows, as if he felt that some of his answers were a bit unsatisfactory and said: "I am the second young master. My eldest brother Mingshu died in the battle. One day my father will be crowned king, and I will be the eldest son of the palace. Why can't I?"
Su Ling seemed to be angry and laughed, pointed at him and said: "Tell me, how can I tell you? Do I know you? I do want to settle down in Longtai, Kyoto, and I also want to get to know more people in Sikong Mansion. It doesn't matter.
I have no other options, so I go to find you alone? Is there something wrong with my brain?"
Xiao Jianshu nodded, seeming to be amused by him, and snorted: "That's true. Now that you know me, how about you work in my house and help me?"
After saying that, he stared straight at Su Ling.
As soon as these words were spoken, Wen Chuyi suddenly looked at Xiao Jianshu with eagle eyes, a hint of sinisterness in his eyes, and instantly returned to normal.
Su Ling laughed loudly and said: "I don't follow anyone, and I don't work for anyone. Whether it's Cang Shu, Xiao Sixu, or you Jianshu, I'm just familiar with Xiao Sikong."
"I'm just a money-making businessman. I'll look for anyone who can make money. I can't serve people as an official..." Su Ling replied casually, looking like a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water.
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Xiao Jianshu was speechless for a long time, then suddenly stood up, walked slowly to Su Ling, looked at him with burning eyes, and asked in a low voice: "Are you really not thinking about it?"
Su Ling closed her eyes and did not answer.
Xiao Jianshu waited for a while, then straightened up, glanced at Su Ling, shook his head gently, and said with regret in his voice: "Oh, what a pity, what a pity..."
Then he lightly flicked the sword across Su Ling's neck.
Then, he slowly turned around, his voice was cold and full of murderous intent, and he said to Ling Yijian: "Just kill it..."
Su Ling heard this, opened his eyes suddenly, and shouted loudly: "Xiao Jianshu, if you kill me, you won't be afraid that your father will blame you!
Xiao Jianshu waved his hand and said impatiently: "Noisy! Which one do you think is more important, the prince of the palace in the future, or you, a little Xi Cao, in my father's heart..."
He seemed to have heard a big joke. He turned around and smiled strangely at Ling Yijian and Wen Chuyi.
Wen Chuyi hurriedly said respectfully: "Xiao Xiaoxi, how can the fireflies compete with the bright moon..." His face was full of murderous intent.
"Wen Chuyi! It belongs to your uncle! You are just jealous of me! You are afraid that I will join your master and you will fall out of favor, so you are so anxious to kill me to silence me!"
Wen Chuyi sneered and said, "It's just you? I, Wen Chuyi, have been with Young Master An for eight years, who are you? I'm jealous of you... I can't do that!"
Only then did Ling Yijian's eyes show murderous intent, and he said in a low voice: "Su Ling, you can't blame me. Don't bother me after you die. I will send you on your way right now. Don't worry, the sword will be fast..."
Ling Yijian was just about to make a move when suddenly the gauze curtain of the pavilion was opened and a stranger walked in slowly.
This man looked to be in his thirties, and Su Ling thought his clothes looked very familiar.
Suddenly I remembered that the servants in Sikong's mansion seemed to be dressed like this, but they were not as sophisticated as his clothes.
He secretly understood the identity of this person and glanced at Xiao Jianshu coldly.
The man stood there, only glancing at the restrained Su Ling, and said nothing.
The gauze curtains are rising behind me, and the cold wind is pouring in.
Xiao Jianshu glanced at him, then walked back to his seat and sat down.
The man waited for Xiao Jianshu to sit down, then walked up to Xiao Jianshu and whispered a few words in a low voice. Xiao Jianshu's expression changed several times, and then he saluted the man, and the man turned around like
After giving Su Ling a meaningful look, he left the Bajiao Pavilion without looking back and disappeared into the dark night.
After the man left, Xiao Jianshu waved his hand and said: "Master Ling, let him go..."
Ling Yijian was startled for a moment, then withdrew the sword and floated back behind Xiao Jianshu. The sword had been returned to its sheath at some point.
Su Ling was saved from despair, and subconsciously touched his neck, mumbling not knowing what to say.
Xiao Jianshu seemed to smile lightly and said: "Su Ling, I guess you are lucky. Someone won't let me kill you. I will send your head this time, but you have to remember that if you make trouble among the three of my brothers,
, I will take your head."
Su Ling sneered and said: "You praise me too much. Why should I take off my pants and fart? It's so unnecessary. I'm too lazy to care about your nonsense..."
Xiao Jianshu seemed to be very satisfied with his answer. He nodded with a smile on his face and said: "Although it doesn't sound good, the answer is very satisfactory to me. However, if you want to interfere, when will you come to my house? I, Xiao
Jianshu will sweep the bed to wait..."
Su Ling rolled his eyes and said, "I haven't lived enough yet, so I don't dare to die on my own..."
"Can I go?"
Xiao Jianshu remained silent for a long time, as if he was still thinking about something.
Suddenly he raised his head, with a look in his eyes like a sword, and said word by word: "One more thing, stay away from my sister. Although she has some affection for you, it is just a temporary thing... You are not worthy...
..”
Su Ling was a little speechless, flicked the incomplete sleeves and said: "I...your sister!...Xiao Jianshu, I didn't know that you are quite a gossip? Oh oh
, If you didn’t remind me, I would have forgotten that Xiao Jingshu will be my mother in the future..."
Xiao Jianshu was shocked when he heard this, and a trace of killing intent flashed in his eyes, which disappeared in an instant.
After a long while, Fang said: "When you say this, I can pretend that I haven't heard it... I don't know how you guessed it, but you just remember that the smarter the person, the shorter his life will be...
...Mr. Wen, after all, he was invited by us, give him a glass of wine..."
Wen Chuyi smiled softly and brought a bottle of wine to Su Ling's eyes.
Su Ling glanced at the wine, but refused to take it, and sneered: "Your wine doesn't taste good, it's too astringent... Do you have anything else? If nothing happens, I can go."
Before Xiao Jianshu could speak, the gauze curtain suddenly lifted.
Xiao Jingshu, who was wearing a light yellow scholar's shirt, walked in gracefully. It took her a long time to find her, but her cheeks and nose were slightly red from the cold.
She didn't seem surprised that Xiao Jianshu was here, she just saw Su Ling at a glance.
Xiao Jingshu walked over with a smile and said: "I've been looking for you everywhere, why are you here? Everyone in the hall is waiting for you."
After saying that, he turned around and smiled at Xiao Jianshu and said, "Brother is here too..."
Xiao Jianshu still had a doting smile on Xiao Jingshu's face, and it didn't look like he was faking it. When he saw her asking him, he smiled lightly and said: "Su Ling wrote a good poem, and I asked him to come and ask for advice."
Su Ling chuckled, winked at Xiao Jingshu and said, "Your brother invited me to drink..."
Xiao Jingshu giggled and said: "Why don't you drink the wine in the hall and go to my brother's place to drink? The wine here is delicious?"
As he spoke, he pulled Su Ling's hand and said, "Let's go, the guests in the front hall are waiting for you..."
Su Ling nodded, let her hold hands, and then walked out of the octagonal pavilion side by side. Before they could get far, Su Ling turned back and stuck out her tongue towards Xiao Jianshu.
After Su Ling left.
No one spoke in the Octagonal Pavilion, and the atmosphere was eerily quiet.
The cold wind was biting, blowing the gauze curtains all around.
Xiao Jianshu's face became increasingly gloomy.
Wen Chuyi took a step forward and whispered: "Sir... if you let the tiger return to the mountain, you will hurt people..."
Xiao Jianshu pondered for a long time, then raised his head, his eyes were full of coldness.
"Master Ling, go ahead and do it cleanly... By the way, wait until Jingshu is separated from him..."
Ling Yijian nodded silently, and a stream of light disappeared into the darkness.
Xiao Jianshu looked up.
The huge full moon in the sky had been obscured by dark clouds at some point, making it look a little dim and pale.
The cold wind was a bit wild, making the gauze curtains whistle.
Xiao Jian tightened the belt of his cloak, stood up slowly and said, "Mr. Wen, the wind has picked up, let's go..."