Chapter five hundred and seventeen: scholars, rivers and lakes, and beauties
The soil is wet with water, the bases of the pillars are covered with sweat, and the sky and the earth are like steamers, making people inevitably feel depressed.
On an ancient tea-horse road in Wuling Kingdom that has been abandoned for many years, five horses walked slowly.
There was a sudden rainstorm. Even if they were wearing raincoats, the soybean-sized raindrops still hurt their cheeks. Everyone whipped their horses and looked for shelter. Finally, when they saw a pavilion halfway up the mountain, they all dismounted.
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As a result, I saw a young man in green shirt sitting cross-legged on a bench in the pavilion. There was a large bamboo box at his feet. There was a chessboard and two small celadon chess jars in front of him. There were more than 20 black and white chessboards on the chessboard.
The chess pieces were not very frightening when they saw them. They raised their heads and smiled slightly, and then continued to twist the pieces and place them on the chessboard.
A strong man with a sword glanced at the other party's green shirt and soles. There were no water stains on them. He must have rested here early to escape the heavy rain. He simply waited until the rain stopped before setting off on his way, and then he made his own score here.
An old man with a good temperament stood at the door of the pavilion. The rain would not stop for a while, so he turned around and asked with a smile: "I have nothing to do. Master, do you mind talking about it?"
The young man in green shirt thought for a while, stretched out his palm to pick up the black and white chess pieces on the chessboard, but instead of putting them back into the chess jar, he piled them between himself and the chessboard, nodded and said with a smile: "Okay."
A pair of boys and girls looked at each other and smiled.
There was also a woman wearing a hat on her head sitting on the bench opposite. Before sitting down, she put a handkerchief on her head.
The old man grabbed a handful of white coins and said with a smile: "Since I have lost a lot of years, let me guess first."
Chen Pingan twisted out a black stone. The old man put seven white stones in his hand on the chessboard. The old man smiled and said: "Young Master, go first."
Unknowingly, Chen Pingan had changed his sitting posture, no longer crossing his legs, just like an old man, sitting sideways, holding his sleeves with one hand, and twisting the pieces on the chessboard with the other.
The young man whispered in the girl's ear: "Looking at his demeanor, he looks like a master who is good at playing chess."
The girl smiled and said: "No matter how good your chess skills are, can you be comparable to our grandfather?"
The boy likes to compete with the girl, "I think this person is difficult to deal with. Grandpa said it himself, as long as the master of chess has learned chess since childhood, except for the immortals on the mountain, the age around the age of the weakest is the most capable of playing.
After 20 years, the older you get, the more of a drag it becomes.”
The girl sneered and said: "The people Grandpa talks about are only for those young geniuses who are destined to become chess and waiting for orders. Ordinary people are not included in this category."
The old man thought for a moment. Even though his chess skills were great and he was well-known throughout the country, he still did not rush to play chess with strangers. He was afraid of new things and strange things. The old man raised his head, looked at the two juniors, and frowned.
The young man smiled and said: "I know, I just watched the chess without saying a word."
On the chessboard, after less than thirty moves were played, the boy and girl looked at each other in confusion.
It turned out to be a bad chess player who had memorized some initial moves.
Not to mention Grandpa, a great national player, even if the two of them go into battle, with two or three more men, they can still kill the opponent and make them lose their armor.
The old man held back his laughter.
In fact, the old man didn't care about the opponent's chess skills, so he still played patiently with the young man in blue shirt.
During the rainy season, it is a blessing to meet a chess friend on the road to a foreign country.
The young man looked up at the rain curtain outside the pavilion and surrendered.
The old man nodded and helped review the game. This foreigner in blue shirt who was on a study tour was actually quite good at chess. Even the old man looked at him with high regard, almost mistakenly thinking that he had met a real outsider. However,
They soon lost their strength and were defeated like a mountain. It was a pity. During the review, the two of them were chatting. The young man claimed that his surname was Chen and that he was from the south. This time he traveled north, he wanted to go to the eastern entrance of Dadu.
The Green Eagle Kingdom, and then went to the upper reaches of Dadu. The old man's surname was Sui, and he had resigned and returned to his hometown. This time he went to Dazhuan Capital City, because the Emperor Zhou of Dazhuan established a grass and tree gathering every ten years, together with the Wuling Kingdom
, Go masters from more than ten countries, including the Jinfei Kingdom, can go to Dazhuan Capital to try it. In addition to the priceless set of treasures inlaid in the study room, Emperor Zhou of Dazhuan gave out a set of nine pieces in total and gave them to nine people respectively.
This chess record is the dream of chess players, as a reward for those who win the championship.
Chen Pingan asked: "When will this grass and tree gathering be held and ended?"
The handsome young man, the grandson of the old man surnamed Sui, was the first to say: "The Beginning of Autumn will begin, when the chess players from all over the world are waiting for orders, and the famous masters who have entered Duan will gather in the capital, and under the arrangement of the Great Seal Wei chess master and his three disciples, they will select the chess players from all over the world.
The seed chess players were left in the air for the first three rounds, and the remaining chess players drew lots and fought against each other. A hundred people were screened out, plus the twenty seeds from various countries who were left in the air for three rounds. The real master contest began on the first day of winter. Dazhuan Capital has heavy snowfall every year.
The first snow will come, and only ten people will be left to play chess. The set of treasures and the chess book that Emperor Zhou took out are the treasures of these people, but they still need to be ranked, and the five people who win are
, there is a person who can play a game of chess with Wei Qisheng, and he is very lucky. Not only can he be lucky enough to play against Qisheng, but even if he loses, he can advance to the next round."
Chen Ping'an asked: "The chess skills of Wei Qi Sage are significantly higher than everyone else's?"
The handsome young man nodded and said: "Of course, Wei Qisheng is the real protector of the country in the Great Seal Dynasty, and his chess skills are invincible. My grandfather was lucky enough to play a game with Wei Qisheng twenty years ago, but unfortunately he lost to Wei Qisheng later.
A young disciple of Wei Qi Sheng failed to make it into the top three. It was not that my grandfather was not good at chess, but that the young man was too strong at chess. At the age of thirteen or fourteen, he had the 70% true biography of Wei Qi Sheng. Ten years ago
The Dazhuan Caomuji. If this disciple of the Dazhuan National Master had not been in seclusion and could not participate, otherwise he would never have allowed Chu Yao of Lanfang Kingdom to win the first place. The Caomuji held ten years ago was the most boring one. There were many top chess players.
I didn’t even go to the imperial edict, so my grandfather didn’t participate.”
Chen Pingan asked: "Can those who practice Taoism on the mountain also participate?"
Talk about something with your hands.
There is a world of difference between the mountains and the mountains.
The so-called national players of the secular dynasty, who are waiting for orders to play chess, almost never have a chance of winning when they meet the mountain qigong practitioners who are really good at chess. The most terrifying thing is that some of the exquisite formulas of the mountain are almost never recognized by the monks on the mountain, and the monks on the mountain have
Solving life-or-death problems is often even more confusing.
The old man surnamed Sui smiled and said: "The gods on the mountain are all people in the clouds and mist. For ordinary people like us, they are extremely rare. Moreover, monks who like to play chess are even rarer. Therefore, all the Dazhuan Jingcheng Caomuji
, there are very few people who practice Taoism. Although the proud disciple of Wei Qisheng is also a person who practices Taoism, he just makes extremely fast moves every time he plays chess. He probably doesn’t want to take advantage of him. I once had the honor to play chess with him, and it was almost me.
As soon as the move was made, the young man followed the move very neatly. Even so, I was still convinced that I lost."
Chen Pingan asked: "Mr. Sui, have you heard that there is something strange in Dazhuan Capital City recently?"
The old man looked puzzled, shook his head, and said with a smile: "I would like to hear the details."
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "It's just some rumors heard from the rivers and lakes, saying that there is a big river outside Dazhuan Jing City and floods are constant."
The young man looked disapproving and said: "You are talking about the Yuxi River, right? There is nothing to worry about. With Wei Qisheng, the real protector of the country, sitting in charge, can some abnormal floods flood the capital? There are really monsters in the water.
I don't think Wei Qisheng is responsible for the trouble. The master with such godlike swordsmanship only needs to take a trip to the Yuxi River, and the world will be at peace."
Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "You still have to be careful. Mr. Sui, are you going for that set of treasures embedded with your favorite piece?"
The old man shook his head, "The gathering of experts this time at the Grass and Trees Fair is no better than the previous two. Although I am a little famous in my country, I know that I can't make it into the top ten. Therefore, I went to Dazhuan Capital this time, just hoping to make friends with chess and meet a few people.
Just having tea with an old friend from another country, and buying some new chess records along the way, I'm already satisfied."
The Mi Li woman who had been silent all this time said softly: "Dad, I think this young master is right. The flood in Yuxi River is strange. It is right under the nose of Dazhuan Capital. If Wei Qisheng and the female Martial God can really solve it easily, how can it be done?
It has been delayed until now because I am afraid that the Yuxi River will be in trouble, but Emperor Zhou is unwilling to cancel the Caomuji because of his face. If another accident happens..."
The woman did not continue speaking. If her father insisted on going, her words would become unfavorable words.
In fact, she did not agree with this trip to the Great Seal Dynasty to participate in the Caomu Festival. The old man naturally did not want to miss the grand event. In order to reassure the younger generation in the family, he took a step back and hired a well-connected martial artist to escort him.
, I have been friends with him for many years, and he is a famous martial arts master in Wuling Kingdom. He has indeed taken care of me along the way. The man with the sword is named Hu Xinfeng. He plans to escort them to Dazhuan Capital City and visit several people in Jinfei Kingdom during Caomuji.
A good friend from all walks of life.
The Caomuji held in Dazhuan Capital is a grand event held once every ten years. Not only is the showdown between national players from all over the country fascinating, but the gambling style in the streets and alleys of the city has also swept the city. Generals, ministers and dignitaries like to bet on the Caomuji.
The shortlisted masters, the rich but not expensive people in Dazhuan, bet on wild chess other than Caomuji, and the amount was not small. It was rumored that every time Dazhuan Caomuji in Beijing, there would be an astonishing amount of tens of millions of silver. The capital's
Ordinary people, who are well-off, also like small gambling for fun, and lose a few taels of silver in the streets. It is not surprising for a moderately wealthy family to bet dozens or hundreds of taels of silver. Da Zhuan, the large and small Taoist temples in the capital,
There were many nobles and scholars from the vassal who came from far away places. If they could not spend money directly, they would bet on elegant objects and then resell them later, which would make a lot of money.
The young girl said aggrievedly: "Auntie, if we didn't go to Dazhuan Capital, wouldn't we have traveled such a long and unjust way, more than a thousand miles?"
The girl has selfish motives. She wants to meet the great disciple of Dazhuan Imperial Master who defeated her grandfather in the past. The immortal man who followed the imperial master to practice Taoism. Now she is only in her early twenties and she is also a woman.
It is said that the two princes of the Zhou family were jealous of her, and some of her friends in the boudoir who liked to talk with each other hoped that she could see with her own eyes whether the young fairy was really as beautiful and charming as the rumors.
. She has already spread the word that she will definitely find a chance to have a few words with the fairy when she arrives at the Caoshu Festival in Dazhuan Capital City.
The man with the sword had been standing guard at the entrance of the pavilion. A martial arts master was so hard-working and uncomplaining that he served as a retinue for an old man who had long since lost his official status. The round trip took less than half a year, which is not something ordinary people can't do. Hu Xinfeng turned around and said with a smile:
"In the Yuxi River outside Dazhuan Capital City, there are indeed some mythical and supernatural sayings that have been circulating in the rivers and lakes in recent years. Although they are not accurate, Miss Sui's words are not bad. Brother Sui, we should be careful during this trip.
some."
The old man was a little embarrassed.
Even a martial arts hero like Hu Xinfeng said this, and the old man was inevitably worried. But he was unwilling to just go back home.
The woman with her hair tied up in a woman's bun sighed softly. She was always a little uneasy. Regarding this trip to Dazhuan Capital with her father, nieces and nephews, she had made several divination privately.
The hexagrams are all weird, and there are good fortunes entwined in the midst of great dangers. In short, there are uncertain fortunes and misfortunes, which makes it really difficult for her to figure out the deep meaning. In fact, according to common sense, the Dazhuan Dynasty has been at peace for a long time, and its national power is at its peak. It is different from the Daguan Dynasty in the south.
Their strength is between equals, the two royal families are married, the Dazhuan Zhou family has a female Martial God and a real protector of the country in the capital. Even if the weird rumors about Yuxi River are true, they shouldn't cause big trouble. She believes that the Water God has never been enthroned.
, it is indeed possible that the Yuxi River where the shrine was built contains a black dragon, but she does not believe that a water dragon can disrupt the capital city of Dazhuan.
In the final analysis, she still regretted that for so many years, she could only rely on a pamphlet left by an expert and only rely on her own blind speculation to practice the immortal arts indiscriminately. She has never been able to truly become a master to guide and pass on.
The Immortal Master had ordered the genealogy in an orderly manner, otherwise she should have known in her mind whether she was going to Dazhuan Capital City or not.
The young man grinned.
My aunt is a strange person. It is said that one day after my grandma was ten months pregnant, I dreamed that a man of God carried the baby into the ancestral hall and handed it to my grandma. Later, my aunt was born. However, my aunt had a hard life and had been playing chess, calligraphy and painting since she was a child.
He is good at everything. In his early years, a wandering master passed by his family and presented him with three golden hairpins and a piece of plain gauze clothing called "Bamboo Clothes", saying that it was a destiny. After the master left, he became more and more prosperous as his aunt came and went.
She has become more and more slim, and her fame in the court and public circles of Wuling Kingdom, especially in the literary world, has also grown. However, her aunt has been having trouble getting married, so her grandfather has helped her find two husbands, one of whom is a well-matched Wuling man.
The country's Hwarang was so proud that he was famous all over Wuling Capital. He never thought of getting involved in the imperial examination case soon. Later, my grandfather did not dare to find a way to study and found a scholar with more powerful characters. My aunt was still about to pass the exam.
, something happened to the other party's family. The young martial artist was in despair and traveled far away. It was rumored that he went to Lanfang and worked in the Qingci Kingdom. He has become a hero. He has not yet married a wife, and he still misses his aunt.
My aunt is in her thirties, but she is still as beautiful as a fairy walking out of a mural.
If my aunt had not lived in seclusion for so many years and never showed up, even if she occasionally went to temples and Taoist temples to burn incense, she would not have chosen the first and fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year when there are many pilgrims. She usually only sang poems and poems with a handful of literati, and at most it was a generational friendship.
A good regular customer should come to the house and talk for a few rounds. Otherwise, if the young man believes that his aunt is an "old girl" at this age, the person seeking marriage will not be able to cross the threshold.
The handsome young man also has different visions from his sister about the trip to Dazhuan Capital. In addition to the grass and tree fair held by Emperor Zhou, the Dazhuan Dynasty will also take the lead in launching the top ten martial arts masters and four beauties. As long as those listed are in Dazhuan Capital,
They can all be received by Emperor Zhou and given a heavy gift. Maybe now there are many young masters newly listed in the capital of Dazhuan. In the Jianghu review held every ten years, which old man will be squeezed out and which one will be eliminated?
New faces can be on the list, and there are huge stakes in Dazhuan Capital.
Although this young man surnamed Sui from the Wuling Kingdom came from a scholarly family, he was destined to follow the path taken by his grandfather, father and elder brother step by step and become a civil servant of the Wuling Kingdom. However, deep down in his heart, the young man still had a sense of loyalty to the knights.
He longed for the martial arts heroes the most, and hid dozens of Jianghu romance novels in his study. They were thoroughly thumbed through and he knew them by heart. The young man admired a martial arts man like Uncle Hu who had made a name for himself. If not for Hu Daxia, he already had a wife and daughter.
, the young man wanted to bring him together with his aunt.
Seeing the look on the old man surnamed Sui, Chen Pingan probably still wanted to go to Dazhuan Capital, so he didn't say anything more.
At the end of the previous review, the rain just stopped.
It's just that the road outside was muddy. Except for Chen Ping'an, everyone in the pavilion was worried, so they didn't rush on their way.
Chen Ping'an had put away the chessboard and chess jars and placed them in the bamboo box. He held a hiking stick in his hand, put on his bamboo hat, and left.
I glanced at the rain curtain before and surrendered. The review was over, and the heavy rain stopped and the sky cleared up.
This is another silent reminder from Chen Pingan. Whether the Mi Li woman can detect the clues is her own business.
The man with the sword is a martial artist from the Five Realms, and he should be regarded as a master of martial arts in the Wuling Kingdom.
As for the Mi Li woman, she seems to be a half-hearted Qi practitioner, with a low level, only at the second or third level.
Chen Ping'an just walked outside the pavilion and frowned.
Is it such a coincidence?
On this mountain road in the wilderness, why is there a golden body martial artist coming on horseback? As an old man with the surname Sui, he should not have such a sworn enemy in the temple or a family in the world.
The Great Seal Script Dynasty covers a vast territory of more than ten countries. Small countries such as Lanfang and Wuling may not have a golden body warrior to take charge of martial arts. Just like Caiyi Kingdom and Shushui Kingdom in the middle of Aquarius Continent, most of them have
The martial arts of a six-level peak martial artist like Senior Song can dominate the world of a country. However, people at the bottom of the mountain see real gods and don't know it, while people on the mountain are more likely to see practitioners. It is precisely because Chen Pingan's cultivation level is high and his eyesight is high.
, you will meet more Taoist people, pure warriors, mountain spirits, and ghosts in the market. Otherwise, just like Chen Pingan, who was still an apprentice in the dragon kiln in his hometown town, the difference between everyone he meets is that he has money, and he has no money.
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However, after traveling far and wide for so many years, apart from places like Hanging Mountain and ferries, ordinary people have seen more, but there are fewer stories.
However, the warrior soon stopped his horse in the distance, as if waiting for someone.
There should be another rider beside him, a practitioner.
Then on the Ancient Tea Horse Road in the other direction of Xingting, there was a chaotic sound of walking. There were about ten people, their footsteps were deep and shallow, and their cultivation levels were naturally high and low.
Chen Ping'an hesitated a little, stretched out his foot and stepped in the mud, then pulled out his boots from the mud, rubbed the soles on the steps, sighed, walked back to the pavilion, and said helplessly: "Why don't you just sit down for a while?
Let the sun shine on the road before talking, otherwise it will be uncomfortable along the way."
The young man was free-spirited, optimistic and cheerful, and it was his first time to travel around the world. He spoke freely and said with a smile: "Witty!"
Chen Pingan smiled.
Hu Xinfeng was a little helpless. He had to turn around and tell him that this kid should not be so unrestrained in the world.
Unexpectedly, the Mi Li woman had already started to teach him a lesson, "As a scholar, you must not be so rude. Please apologize to Mr. Chen!"
The young man quickly looked at his grandfather, and the old man smiled and said: "Is it difficult for a scholar to apologize to others? Is the sage's principles in the book more valuable, or is your kid's face more valuable?"
The young man had a big heart. He smiled brightly and bowed to the guest in the bamboo hat and blue shirt and apologized. The man who traveled far away to study did not say anything. He just stood there with a smile and said no polite words that did not require apology.
The girl covered her mouth and smiled sweetly. It was a happy thing to see her naughty brother being defeated.
The old man surnamed Sui smiled and said: "Sir, let's continue on our way."
Chen Ping'an smiled and nodded, "See you again if we are destined."
But when they wanted to go out of the pavilion to lead their horses, they saw a group of people from all walks of life swarming over there, striding forward with mud splashing everywhere.
Hu Xinfeng stood with his sword in hand and did not mount his horse. At the same time, he quietly made a gesture to the four people around him not to hurry up and mount his horse, so as not to appear condescending and looking at others.
Half of the group of charlatans passed the pavilion and continued to move forward. Suddenly, a burly man with a wide open collar stopped and shouted: "Brothers, let's take a rest."
The Mi Li woman frowned.
Hu Xinfeng said softly: "Just make way for them and try not to cause trouble."
The old man surnamed Sui nodded, and the boys and girls tried to get as close as possible to the old man.
The guest in a blue shirt with a bamboo hat seemed to be the same, he didn't dare to stay in the pavilion anymore, so he walked sideways at the other end of the steps, having exactly the same idea as them, and gave up the pavilion to this group of people who looked like they were not good men and women.
But even though the young man carrying the stinky chess basket was careful enough, four or five people were still deliberately caught by the man who walked into the pavilion at the same time. One of them deliberately swayed and rubbed his shoulder.
The young man in green shirt staggered back and apologized. The young man rubbed his shoulders and said angrily: "It's such a wide road, let alone walking on two legs. Even if you have twenty, it's enough for us all."
It’s time to go your own way, you don’t have eyes, so you insist on bumping into me? Or are you saying that I’m easy to bully, you think there is a woman here, and you want to show off your heroic spirit?”
Behind the young man who was on a study tour, the bookbox, chess pot and chessboard collided with each other, making a clanging sound. The young man's face was pale, but he was still apologizing and moved again to make way for the door of the pavilion.
The young man with a sinewy face also moved forward, stretched out his hand and pushed the scholar in green shirt on the shoulder, causing the latter to fall down in the mud outside the steps of the pavilion.
The young scholar looked frightened and glanced at the group of people gathered on the steps of the pavilion, but the old man surnamed Sui sighed and turned a blind eye. The faces of the young and girls were even more pale and colorless. Hu Xinfeng just frowned, except for the Mi Li woman.
, He hesitated to speak, but the old man surnamed Sui looked at him and told him not to get too involved. After all, Hu Xinfeng had worked hard these years and finally managed to get attached to an official family and start a wealthy business. If
It will be very difficult to get involved in a murder case for no reason. From the accent of this group of arrogant people, they are not from Wuling. Originally, Hu Xinfeng's reputation in the black and white circles of his country may not be useful.
Hu Xinfeng was actually in a heavy mood, far from as calm as his face.
Because among this group of people, it seems that all the noise is from the bottom of the world, but in fact it is not. It is just a way to fool ordinary young people in the world. If you mess with it, you will lose a layer of skin. I will only talk about one of them.
The old man with a scarred face may not know Hu Xinfeng, but Hu Xinfeng still remembers him clearly. He was an evil master who committed several major crimes in Jinfei Kingdom. His name was Yang Yuan, nicknamed Hunjiang Jiao. He practiced martial arts to perfection and his boxing skills were superb.
He was extremely fierce and was one of the top villains in the Golden Fei Kingdom. He has been on the run for more than ten years. It is said that he is hiding in the border area between Qingci Kingdom and Lanfang Kingdom.
, created an evil sect with a large number of people. Lin Shu, the leader of the Zhengrong Sect among the four righteous masters of Jinfei Kingdom, had led a dozen righteous people to surround and kill this man in his early years, but he still escaped with injuries.
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If it were the old demon Yang Yuan, even if the opponent was seriously injured and suffered from sequelae, he has aged, his energy and blood have aged, and his martial arts have not advanced but retreated, he may not be Hu Xinfeng's opponent now, but the opponent is still more powerful after all. But
If the other party has been recuperating and improving in martial arts over the years, Hu Xinfeng will be even more numb. This ancient tea horse road is usually rarely visited, and Hu Xinfeng feels that his escort trip is the icing on the cake because he has to risk his life for the Sui family.
This is a timely help for the field.
Hu Xinfeng was originally worried that Brother Sui would get involved in the matter due to his anger at the book business, but now it seems that he was overly worried. Even if he didn't reveal that Yang Yuan was a powerful person, Brother Sui still had no intention of taking advantage of the situation.
Sure enough, it was Yang Yuan, the Hunjiang Jiao!
The capable old man looked at Hu Xinfeng. Hu Xinfeng hesitated for a moment, then clasped his fists and said: "Hu Xinfeng, the leader of Wuling Kingdom's Huadu Gang, has met all of my friends in the world."
Yang Yuan thought for a while and said with a hoarse smile: "I've never heard of it."
The rest of the crowd burst into laughter.
Yang Yuan glanced at the power woman, a pair of originally turbid eyes bloomed, and fleetingly, he turned to look at the other side, and said to the young and muscular man with a sinewy face: "It's rare for us to travel in the world.
Don't always fight and kill each other. If you bump into someone accidentally, the other party will pay for it."
The young man was stunned for a moment. Next to Yang Yuan stood a young man with a sword on his back, holding a folding fan, and said with a smile: "Just pay fifty or sixty taels, don't open your mouth and embarrass a down-and-out scholar."
The young scholar who was sitting on the ground and did not dare to get up looked panicked and said: "Where can I have so much silver? There is only a pair of chessboards and chess jars in the bamboo box, which is worth more than ten taels of silver."
The young swordsman waved the folding fan and said, "This is a bit difficult to handle."
The handsome young man wanted to speak, but the old man surnamed Sui grabbed the young man's arm and glared hard.
The young man was frightened by the strange look in his grandfather's eyes and remained silent.
The old man surnamed Sui quickly glanced at the poor scholar. Fortunately, he had no intention of asking for help or borrowing money. Otherwise, he would have to curse a few words and quickly clear up the relationship. That would be a bit degrading.
These juniors have damaged the kind and kind image they had in the past.
The old demon Yang Yuan, who had returned to the world for some reason, waved his hand, his voice still as hoarse as a sharp knife, and said with a smile: "Forget it, it's enough to scare you. Let the scholars get out of here. This guy can be said to be spirited and has a bit of character.
The meaning is much better than that of some scholars who sit back and watch. Don't speak up and speak up, just for fear of getting angry. That is to say, I don't have a knife in my hand and there are many outsiders. Otherwise, I will probably have to kill the young scholar with a knife before I can be clean."
The man with a sinister face was a little disappointed, and he was about to kick him. The young scholar got up, bypassed the crowd, and ran out on the path, splashing mud everywhere.
The old man named Sui looked calm.
The handsome young man's face turned red, and he was so ashamed after hearing what the old guy meant.
The Mi Li woman saw the young man in green shirt at the end of the path, stopped, turned his head and looked around, then showed a playful smile that she didn't know if it was her delusion, and the man strode away.
At the entrance of the pavilion, Yang Yuan pointed to the young man shaking the fan beside him, and looked at the Mi Li woman, "This is my beloved disciple, who has not yet married a wife. Although you are hiding your face with Mi Li, you are still a woman."
Bun, it doesn't matter. My disciple doesn't care about this. Why don't we choose a day rather than a chance and our two families will become in-laws? Don't worry, this old gentleman. Although we are from the world, our family is not ordinary. The betrothal gift will only be more than
The descendants of the generals and ministers of a country are even more generous in marrying wives. If you don't believe it, you can ask your sword guard. With such good skills, he should recognize my identity."
The old man named Sui's face was ashen.
Hu Xinfeng looked embarrassed. After preparing a draft, he said to the old man: "Brother Sui, this senior Yang Yuanyang, nicknamed Hunjiang Jiao, was a martial arts master on the Jinfei National Road in the early years."
The young man trembled in fear and said in a voice as thin as a mosquito or fly: "Hasn't the Hunjiang Jiao Yang Yuan been killed by Lin Shu, the master of the Zhengrong Sect, Lin Daxia?"
No matter how subtle the young man's voice is, he thinks that others can't hear it, but in the ears of masters such as Hu Xinfeng and Yang Yuan, the "heavy words" are clearly audible.
Hu Xinfeng turned around and said angrily: "Sui Wenfa, don't talk nonsense! Quickly apologize to Senior Yang!"
The handsome young man bowed and apologized again.
Today is the second time he has apologized to someone.
Yang Yuan stretched out a hand and said with a smile: "Let's talk inside. I hope the old minister of the Sui Dynasty of Wuling Kingdom will give me this little face."
The old man surnamed Sui breathed a sigh of relief. It's good that he didn't start killing immediately. Scenes of bloody and bloody scenes are often seen in books, but the old man has never seen them with his own eyes.
Now that the other party has recognized his identity and called himself Lao Shilang, maybe things will turn around.
The two sides sat opposite each other on a bench under the wall of the pavilion. Only the old man Yang Yuan and the sword-carrying disciple sat on the bench facing the door. The old man leaned forward, bent over and clenched his fists, and there was no trace of the evil spirit of a demon in the world.
, looking at the silent Mi Li woman and the girl beside her with a smile, the old man smiled and said: "If the old minister Sui doesn't mind, we can kiss him. I also have a good grandson in my family. This year
He has just turned sixteen and has not traveled with me, but he has read poetry and books, which is the real seed for reading, and is not a trick of words. Lan Fangguo took the imperial examination this year, and my grandson is the second-level Jinshi. His surname is Yang Mingrui, the old minister of the Sui Dynasty.
Maybe you’ve all heard of my grandson’s name.”
Then the old man turned to his disciple and smiled: "I don't know which woman my Rui'er will like, Fu Zhen, who do you think Rui'er will choose, and will it conflict with you?"
The sword-carrying disciple quickly said: "It is better for the older ones to take wives and the younger ones to keep concubines."
The old man frowned and said, "It's not in line with etiquette."
The disciple smiled and said: "People in the world don't need to pay so much attention. It's really not possible. I want these two girls to be aggrieved and change their names. Marrying Yang Rui, with talent, beauty and family background, if it weren't for the marriage of Lan Fangguo,
The county master without a princess of the right age has long been the prince-in-law. It is a great blessing for the two girls to marry our Yang Rui, and we should be satisfied."
Hu Xinfeng suppressed his anger and said, "Senior Yang, don't forget, this is our country of Wuling!"
Yang Yuan smiled and said: "If Wang Dun, the number one person in Wuling Kingdom, were sitting here, I would not enter this pavilion. By coincidence, Wang Dun should be in Dazhuan Capital now. Of course, we are a big group of people.
People cross the border in such a arrogant manner that they are really dead. The experienced policemen of the Wuling Kingdom will definitely be able to catch some clues, but it doesn't matter. The old minister of the Sui Dynasty will help clean up the mess when the time comes. Scholars value reputation most, and family scandals should not be spread outside.
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Hu Xinfeng sighed and turned to look at the old man named Sui, "Brother Sui, what do you say?"
The old man surnamed Sui looked at the tough old man and sneered: "I don't believe you, Yang Yuan, can really be lawless in our Wuling Kingdom."
Yang Yuan laughed it off and asked Hu Xinfeng: "What do you say, Master Hu? Are you risking your own life not to tell the truth, and you have to pay for a sect and a family of old and young people, and you have to protect two women and prevent our two families from getting married? It's better to be more sensible.
, on the day when my wife Ruir gets married, you, as a first-class guest, come to my door to give you gifts and congratulate me, and then ask me to give you a big gift in return?"
The sword-carrying disciple chuckled and said, "After the raw rice is cooked, women will become more obedient."
Yang Yuan nodded with a smile and said, "What you say is rough, but your reasoning is not rough."
The old man surnamed Sui begged: "Master Hu! In times of crisis, please don't abandon us!"
Hu Xinfeng's expression was complicated, as heaven and man were at war.
Yang Yuan smiled and said: "It's a pity that the young scholar is not here, otherwise he will definitely scold you as a scholar, but it's a good thing that he is not here, otherwise I will never let my old family be embarrassed like this, and kill him
I will kill you. After all, my temper is much better than before, especially since Rui'er was born in the family. I respect you scholars, no matter how many sages' books you have read."
The Mi Li woman suddenly said: "I can stay and let them go, and then rush to Lanfang Country immediately. Even if someone reports to the official, it will be meaningless as long as we cross the border and enter Jinfei Country."
Yang Yuan shook his head and said: "Here's the trouble. We came to your Wuling Kingdom this time to find a wife for my Rui'er. There are still some things that must be done. So Hu Daxia's decision is very important."
Hu Xinfeng suddenly asked: "Even if I nod and agree in this pavilion, will you really feel relieved?"
Yang Yuan smiled and said: "Of course I don't worry."
Hu Xinfeng took a deep breath, twisted his waist, and punched the old man named Sui on the head.
Not to mention a frail old man, even an ordinary martial arts master could not withstand Hu Xinfeng's full punch.
But the next moment, Hu Xinfeng was blocked from punching by a flash of sword light, and Hu Xinfeng suddenly stopped his hand.
It turned out that there was a sword lying horizontally in front of the old man named Sui.
The person who drew the sword was none other than the proud disciple of Hunjiang Jiao Yang Yuan. The young swordsman put one hand behind his back and held the sword in the other with a smile on his face. "Sure enough, the so-called masters of Wuling Kingdom are very disappointing. There is only one."
Wang Duan stands out from the crowd and has been ranked among the latest ten people in Dazhuan Commentary. Although Wang Duan can only be ranked at the bottom, he is definitely far better than other martial artists in Wuling Kingdom."
Yang Yuan frowned, "What nonsense."
The young man realized that he had made a mistake, and a look of anger flashed across his face. He took a step forward, and with a flash of sword light, inside the small pavilion, the heat had already subsided after the heavy rain. When the young swordsman drew his sword, a chill hit his skin.
Hu Xinfeng stepped back and said angrily: "Senior Yang, why is this?!"
Facing the fierce sword lights crisscrossing the entire pavilion, Hu Xinfeng was still able to ask questions, which was obviously a step above Yang Yuan's disciples.
The young swordsman lost a beautiful girl with an unseen face but a delicate figure in vain. Just listening to her words, he felt that his bones were brittle, she must be a stunning beauty, even if her appearance is not as good as her figure, and her voice is like this
She is attractive, but she is not far behind. Especially since she is a lady from a scholarly family in Wuling Kingdom, she must have a unique charm. She never thought that she would take advantage of Yang Rui for no reason. The young swordsman has already accumulated a lot of evil.
Fire, at this moment Hu Xinfeng dared to distract himself from words, and the sword became more fierce and swift.
The handsome young man Sui Wenfa hid beside the old man named Sui, while the young girl Sui Wenyi nestled in her aunt's arms, shivering.
The Mi Li woman comforted her softly: "Don't be afraid."
Yang Yuan's body was like an ape. He bent down, pointed his toes, ran out vigorously, grabbed the gap, and hit Hu Xinfeng's chest with both fists, which barely managed to avoid a sword attack. He hit Hu Xinfeng upside down and flew out of the pavilion on the spot. He fell heavily to the ground and vomited blood.
After struggling twice, he couldn't get up.
Yang Yuan sneered in his heart, it was like this twenty years ago, and it will still be like this twenty years later. These damn righteous heroes who are trying to gain fame are each smarter than the last. He was too stupid back then, and that was why Kong had no ability.
There is no place in the world of Jinfei Kingdom. However, it was a blessing in disguise. Not only did he create a prosperous new sect on the border between the two countries, he also mixed into the official circles of Lanfang Kingdom and Qingci Kingdom, and met two real masters.
The young swordsman was about to rush out and stab Hu Daxia's heart and head with several swords.
But Yang Yuan reached out to stop him. When Hu Xinfeng turned his head to wipe the blood, his lips moved slightly, and so did Yang Yuan.
At this moment, two horses came slowly on the trail. They encountered this "dispute" and did not slow down at all.
One rider is an old man in black clothes and armed with a sword, and the other rider is a man in his thirties.
But when the two riders passed the pavilion, the old man didn't even look at the crowd, but just rode past.
The old man surnamed Sui shouted: "Two knights, help! I am Sui Xinyu, the former minister of the Ministry of Industry of Wuling Kingdom. These villains want to seek wealth and death!"
The younger man suddenly reined in his horse and turned around, wondering: "But Uncle Sui?!"
Sui Xinyu, who was more famous for studying and playing chess in Wuling Kingdom than for being an official, was stunned for a moment, then nodded vigorously.
Yang Yuan smiled and said: "My dear in-laws, you are really not afraid of killing innocent passers-by. Now I am regretting these two marriages. God knows if I will sell them to your in-laws one day."
The man turned over and dismounted, bowed and saluted, and said with tears in his eyes: "Junior Cao Fu, please pay homage to Uncle Sui! Back then, in order to take refuge, the junior had no choice but to leave without saying goodbye because he was afraid of harming Uncle Sui. In the end, he harmed Miss Sui."
Except for Yang Yuan and the disciple named Fu Zhen, the faces of the group changed drastically, and everyone was frightened.
Cao Fu is a very famous person in Lanfang Kingdom and Qingci Kingdom. Inexplicably, he went from a poor warrior who wandered to Lanfang Kingdom to a disciple of the old god on the mountain of Qingci Kingdom. Although he was ten years old.
On the territory of dozens of countries, the names of Taoists are not very intimidating, and ordinary people may not have heard of them. However, some Jianghu sects with strong family backgrounds all know that Taoists who can stand firm in the territories of more than ten countries, especially
There are Xian family mansions and ancestral halls, but none of them are easy to deal with.
In the past ten years, Cao Fu traveled down the mountain several times and traveled around the rivers and lakes. He was followed by legendary guardians. Cao Fu almost never took action, but Cao Fu's name had already spread throughout Lanfang and Qingci. It is said that
The famous empress of Lanfang Kingdom had a relationship with him as senior sister and junior brother in their early years.
So among the ten great masters and the four great beauties selected by the Dazhuan Dynasty, two are related to Cao Fu. One is the senior sister of the "Orchid Beauty" and is one of the four great beauties. The remaining three, two of them are famous.
A long-standing beauty, a retreating disciple of the Great Seal Master. She was born in the marketplace in the northernmost Qingliu Kingdom. She was a beautiful girl who was hidden by a border general in the golden house. For this reason, the neighboring country started a quarrel with the Qingliu Kingdom. Rumor has it that they wanted to kidnap this beauty.
Disaster.
The person who is related to Cao Fu, a proud man of heaven with excellent luck, is the protector Xiao Shuye who is ranked ahead of Wang Dun on the new seal script list, the swordsman Xiao Shuye, who has reached the realm of refining gods according to legend.
A great master, he also learned from Master Cao Fu a superb thunder technique that can kill demons and eliminate demons. The sword "Wuxiao" on his waist is a fairy sword that can cut iron like mud and defeat ghosts.
If there were no accidents, the old man in black who stopped his horse and turned around after Cao Fu was Xiao Shuye.
The girl raised her head, took her aunt's arm, and said in surprise: "Aunt, is it really the Uncle Cao Fu that Wenfa often mentions?"
Sui Wenfa, a handsome young man, even had tears in his eyes. He had been fascinated by Uncle Cao's deeds in the world for a long time, but he was never sure whether he was the man who married his aunt but his family fell into ruin. But the young man always dreamed of Lan.
Cao Fu, the banished immortal from Fangguo, was the young martial artist who almost married his aunt in his early years.
After Cao Fu straightened up, he went to help the hero Hu up.
Hu Xinfeng smiled bitterly and said: "Master Cao, blame me, Hu Xinfeng. If you hadn't arrived, even if you gave up your life, you wouldn't be able to protect Brother Sui. Once it causes a catastrophe, it will be irreparable."
Cao Fu quickly took a step back and bowed again, "Master Hu is of high moral character and integrity, and I am honored by my junior Cao Fu."
Sui Xinyu snorted coldly and waved his sleeves, "Cao Fu, you know people but not their hearts. When Hu Daxia was sparring with others just now, he almost accidentally killed your Uncle Sui."
Cao Fu was stunned.
Sui Xinyu sighed, "Cao Fu, you are still too kind-hearted. You don't know that this world is dangerous. It doesn't matter. Friendship is a friend in need. Just treat me as Sui Xinyu. I was blind before and got to know a friend like Hu Daxia. Hu Xinfeng, let's go.
Well, from now on, if our Sui family cannot reach the heights of Hu Daxia, we will not have any more favors."
Hu Xinfeng turned his head and spit out a mouthful of blood on the ground, clasped his fists and lowered his head and said: "From now on, Hu Xinfeng will definitely go to Brother Sui's residence and come to ask for forgiveness."
The man wearing a sword caressed his chest with one hand and pressed the knife with the other. He staggered away step by step, his back looking desolate.
Yang Yuan stood at the door of the pavilion with a gloomy face and said in a deep voice: "Cao Fu, don't just rely on the relationship between the master and the sect and think it's okay. This is the Wuling Kingdom, not the Lanfang Kingdom and not the Qingci Kingdom."
Sui Xinyu stroked his beard and smiled: "Such words sound familiar to me."
Hunjiang Jiao Yang Yuan's face was cold and hard, as if he was holding back a wave of anger, but he did not dare to take any action. This made the old minister of Wuling Kingdom feel that life was even more satisfying, as one person's life is unpredictable, and another village has bright flowers and dark flowers.
The girl Sui Wenyi nestled in her aunt's arms, covering her mouth and smiling, her eyes narrowed into crescent moons, looking at the man named Cao Fu, her mind swaying, and then the girl's face became sad.
Sui Wenfa's eyes widened and he stared hard at Cao Fu, who was half an uncle. The young man felt that he must take a closer look at the martial arts hero who looked like he had walked out of a book. It was a pity that this uncle Cao, who was as elegant as a scholar and poet, did not have a sword.
Hanging knife, otherwise it would be perfect.
Cao Fu stood on the road with one hand behind his back and a fist on his stomach, showing off his gentlemanly style. The old minister of the Sui Dynasty nodded secretly. He was indeed the perfect match for his daughter whom he had chosen back then. He was indeed one of the best among men.
Cao Fu first glanced at the girl Mi Li, his eyes as gentle as water, with indescribable nostalgia and sorrow, and then turned to look at Yang Yuan, seeing another dash of unrestrained romance tempered by the world, he stepped back,
He squatted slightly on his knees, held out a palm forward, and said with a smile: "Yang Yuan, I haven't seen you for so many years. Now that we have met, how many moves can we learn from each other?"
Yang Yuan sneered and said: "There is a big difference in seniority. How about I let my disciple Fu Zhen fight a few moves with you? You will be responsible for life and death without involving the elders of your respective sects."
The corner of Fu Zhen's mouth twitched.
Yang Yuan had already said in a deep voice: "Fu Zhen, regardless of victory or defeat, I will use three swords."
Fu Zhen breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, his master finally didn't push him to death.
Fu Zhen took a deep breath and said with a smile: "Then I will ask Master Cao for advice on three tricks."
After Fu Zhen thought about it for a while, he held out his sword straight away and moved forward as lightly as a dragonfly touching water.
This sword seems to be powerful, but in fact it retains a lot of power.
I thought that at worst, I would suffer a little at the opponent's hands and save my life.
But Fu Zhen soon regretted it.
The man stepped forward with his head tilted. Just when Fu Zhen was hesitating whether to make a symbolic gesture, the man had already arrived in front of Fu Zhen in an instant, pressed his palm against Fu Zhen's face, and said with a smile: "
Five Thunder True Seal Script, leave Jiang Palace quickly."
There was a bang.
If a thunder method explodes on the door in front of Fu Zhen.
Fu Zhen, who was bleeding from all his orifices and died on the spot, flew out and smashed open the wall facing the door of the pavilion, disappearing instantly.
Cao Fu reached out to grab the sword that fell to the ground, swung it and nailed it into a big tree.
The handsome young man Sui Wenfa was so excited when he saw it that he wiped his face and really cried. He is not just an uncle, he is the uncle in his heart! He must ask this uncle for advice and study on his own in the future.
...At least he won't be as pitiful as the green-shirted man who was a stinky chess player before, right? He had to apologize when he was hit by someone, he didn't dare to say a harsh word when he was pushed down and fell into the mud, and he didn't even have the courage to walk when he ran away.
Come on, it’s so funny that you’re carrying such a big green bamboo bookcase.
Hunjiang Jiao Yang Yuan and his people quickly left the pavilion. Cao Fu asked with a smile: "Uncle Sui, do you need to stop them?"
The face of Mi Li woman hidden behind the gauze did not change much.
The old man surnamed Sui thought for a while and decided not to stir up trouble. He shook his head and said with a smile: "Forget it, I've taught them a lesson. Let's leave here quickly. After all, there is a corpse behind the pavilion."
As for those villains who leave when they see bad opportunities, will they cause harm to passers-by?
The two parties who almost became Weng's son-in-law in the early years may have a tacit understanding, or they may not have thought of it, so they just left it alone.
After some conversation, they learned that Cao Fu had just come all the way from Lanfang, Qingci, and Jinfei Kingdom. In fact, he had already visited the Sui family's residence in Wuling Kingdom. He heard that the old servant of the Sui Dynasty was already on his way to the Great Seal Dynasty.
On the way, he continued to drive day and night, asking for traces all the way, and finally met him at a pavilion on the ancient tea-horse road. Cao Fu was still frightened, so he just said that he was late, and the old servant laughed endlessly, saying that it would be better to come earlier than to come early.
Coincidentally, it's neither too late nor too late. When he said these words, the elegant old man looked at his daughter. Unfortunately, the girl Mi Li didn't say a word. The old man's smile became stronger. It was probably because his daughter was shy. Cao Fu was so perfect.
There is no such thing as a son-in-law riding a dragon, and it would be a huge regret to miss it once. Now Cao Fu has obviously returned home in rich clothes, and he has not forgotten the engagement.
The first priority is to return home and settle down the marriage.
The "Great Immortal Master Cao" who was the disciple of Yang Yuan, the leader of the fierce bandits, said this.
Let Sui Xinyu remember it.
Cao Fu originally wanted to escort the old man to Dazhuan Capital and said he was willing to follow him all the way. However, when the old man said that he would go back to his hometown for a grass and tree gathering event, the journey would be long and his body might not be able to withstand the bumps. Cao Fu changed his mind.
He also said that there are flood dragons causing trouble in Dazhuan Capital now, so it’s better not to go.
The group of people walked out of the pavilion, rode horses separately, and slowly went down the mountain along the ancient tea-horse road to return to the county where the Sui family in Wuling Kingdom was located. There was still a long way to go, and they also had to pass through the capital. This actually made them uncomfortable.
Sui Xinyu felt very comfortable and thought it would be nice to take a short detour and go to the capital to see some old friends.
When the Mi Li woman got on her horse, she glanced at the end of the path from the corner of her eye, thoughtfully.
Yang Yuan's group of gangsters returned along the original road, either branching off to escape, or running away, otherwise they might encounter them once they continued on their way to Dazhuan Capital.
On the way down the mountain.
Previously, as soon as Hu Xinfeng walked out of everyone's sight, he immediately started to stride forward. Then he saw the man in a blue shirt wearing a bamboo hat. Hu Xinfeng became angry when he saw this loser. He always felt that today was such an unlucky day. It was all thanks to this man. If he hadn't died, he would have died.
Fusei was playing music and chess in the pavilion, and played a game of chess with Sui. If he had left the pavilion earlier, or if he had left later, it might not have been like today. Not only did he and Hu Xinfeng
The relationship between the Sui family is still harmonious, and maybe they can even get along with the high-ranking Cao Fu. As a result, Sui Xinyu is now annoyed, and even the chance to become familiar with Cao Fu is gone.
Ladies who don't dare to have any evil thoughts, and if they blow pillows with Cao Fu, the half-husband who has been separated for a long time and is better than newlyweds, Hu Xinfeng is afraid that one day his family will be broken up for no reason!
How big of a loss is this coming and going?
When I think of these.
Hu Xinfeng swept over with his kick and hit the frail scholar on the head with his whip, causing the latter to fall into the dense forest beyond the mountain road and disappear in an instant.
Hu Xinfeng felt a little better now.
Hu Xinfeng felt much better and spat out a mouthful of blood-streaked saliva. He had been hit in the chest by Yang Yuanshuang before, but it looked like it was oozing, but the injury was not serious.
But after Hu Xinfeng walked half a mile, his eyes suddenly widened. Why was there that young scholar holding a hiking pole in front of him again?
Did I see a ghost during the day?
Hu Xinfeng carefully picked up a stone and threw it gently.
It just hit the back of the man's head. The man covered his head with his hands, turned his head with a furious look on his face, and cursed angrily: "Are you done yet?"
Hu Xinfeng wanted to laugh, but suddenly he didn't dare.
Hu Xinfeng's heart tightened, and he was about to leave this ancient tea-horse road that suddenly made him feel so sinister. However, the man staggered directly towards him. This strange scene made Hu Xinfeng unable to move for a moment.
Hu Xinfeng's face was stiff.
The man held up his bamboo hat and asked with a smile: "Why, you won't go on the road even if there is a road? Are you really not afraid of ghosts hitting the wall?"
Hu Xinfeng swallowed, nodded and said: "Take the high road, take the high road."
The two of them walked slowly together.
Hu Xinfeng weighed it up and found that the man seemed to be unsteady on his feet, his face was slightly pale, and there was sweat on his forehead. After some hesitation, he quickly lost his temper and punched the man's temple on one side.
There was a bang.
The man flew out of the Ancient Tea Horse Road again.
Hu Xinfeng rubbed his fist with the palm of his hand. It hurt. He should be dead now.
But after walking another mile, the man in green shirt appeared in sight again.
Hu Xinfeng was sweating profusely now, but his back felt cold.
Fortunately, the man still walked towards me, and then walked side by side with him, just walking slowly down the mountain.
Hu Xinfeng was sweating profusely.
Suddenly there was the sound of horse hooves behind me.
Hu Xinfeng suddenly retreated and shouted: "Brother Sui, Mr. Cao, this person is an accomplice of Yang Yuan!"
It's just that the rider just passed by, and no one turned to look at him.
Hu Xinfeng felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
The young scholar smiled and said, "This is a bit embarrassing."
But the young scholar suddenly frowned.
Among the cavalry, the Mi Li woman said anxiously with her heart rippling: "Mr. Chen, save me!"
Chen Pingan just turned a deaf ear and slowed down. When he slowed down, Hu Xinfeng also slowed down.
However, the woman did not give up on her horse. She turned her horse's head in an instant and rode alone, going in the opposite direction from the others, heading straight for the man wearing a blue shirt and hat.
Even Chen Ping'an was a little stunned. He had seen many shameless people, but he had never seen such a shameless person. The Mi Li woman dismounted from her horse, floated down next to him, and then hid behind him and the book box.
He said softly: "Mr. Chen, I know you are a Taoist, please help me."
Chen Pingan turned his head and asked, "Am I your father or your grandfather?"
The woman suddenly took off her bamboo hat, revealing her face, and said sadly: "As long as you can save me, you will be my benefactor, Sui Jingcheng, and I will give you my life..."
Unexpectedly, the man slapped her and turned her around several times, then fell to the ground, knocking her unconscious while sitting on the ground.
The man said: "I have tolerated your family for a long time."
But the next moment, the man sighed, and in the hand of the weak scholar facing her and Hu Xinfeng, a jade bamboo folding fan appeared out of thin air, and said with a smile: "Beauty Tangtu, Beauty Tangtu." (https:)