"I'm very willing to chat with people. After so many years, fighting and killing Ruyi Jianghu has just passed by. You don't need to panic, let alone rush to take action. You should know that you can't beat me." In fact, Li Dengfeng didn't want to take action at all. , indeed because the fat man's pressure was too strong, he subconsciously tightened the talisman hidden in his sleeves. Perhaps it was an illusion, but this poor scholar always felt that the moment he made a move, the simple and unadorned long sword with sword energy that penetrated the clouds would suddenly disappear. To, cut off his not so handsome head. The scribe smiled bitterly, silently tucked the talisman on his sleeve inward, and cupped his fist in his hand.
"I don't know what senior wants to hear."
The dark-faced man felt much more energetic after drinking the wine he made by himself. He placed the wine jar on the ground and pushed it outwards, talking to himself regardless of whether anyone was listening to him or not.
"I was originally a border guard of the Shang Qi Kingdom. I have been in the army for three generations. Fortunately, all three generations have left behind their own roots before dying in battle. My roots have not been broken. For three generations, none of them ended up dead. He died in battle on the border of Shangqi. It is a pity that in my generation, he did not die on the battlefield, but died in the hands of an unknown soldier." Hearing this, the young man curled his lips and turned his head to the other side.
"The old emperor of the Qi Dynasty was a wise man, but his only flaw was that his life span was too short. He should not have left the future of a country in the hands of the current saint. Since he came to the throne, he only knew how to write and write. He really thought that after making an alliance, the Western countries would be honest. Qiu didn't commit any crime? The border army was riddled with holes, and I was dismissed from my military post for unfounded charges. The Xian family sect threw me into this world with a piece of paper and stayed there for four years."
"I can't go back to the border. That bullshit new Emperor Qi."
The man fell into a deep sleep, and before he died, all he heard in his ears was the iron horse luan bell.
The young man raised his head, and the pear blossoms fell on the man, but they have not returned to their roots.
The scribe in the backyard was trembling, but he concealed it well and said softly: "Wang Kongding is dead." Wu Shuang nodded, his expression as usual.
"Senior taught his disciples very well." Finally he couldn't help but say these meaningful words. Li Dengfeng suddenly seemed to see life and death clearly, and he no longer behaved in a low tone. If he hadn't been blocked by Wu Shuang in the backyard and couldn't get out, with only a dying beast and a young man who didn't know how to practice, even if the situation changed, he wouldn't have let the black-faced man die in the front hall corridor. Although we often bickered and the man was rude and overbearing, the mountains and rivers turned from green to white, and then from white to green again, and we finally watched them four times on this mountain together.
"Do you think I regard you as a whetstone for my disciples? How can I, Wu Shuang, be a ungrateful person? If I guessed correctly, all the bandits on the mountain were dismissed a few days ago, right? You still have I have the spirit of a gangster, how could I be rude?" After saying this, the fat man had a smile in his eyes, and looked towards the front yard through the scribes, "In this battle, life and death depend on one's own ability, I will not intervene in the first place. According to the usual rules of the Immortal family, with this skill, you two are already feeding the wolves at the foot of the mountain."
"Please forgive me for being clumsy in my eyes, junior, for bumping into the senior Sword Immortal." Li Dengfeng wanted to say something more, but Wu Shuang wrinkled his face. He had heard the polite words countless times, and he was really embarrassed. He rolled his eyes and lost interest, "Now, you can Tell me your story. As for what I want to ask, you should know."
The ugly scholar touched his long and wide chin, and found out awkwardly that he had no beard, and said slowly.
"The literary style of the Shang Qi Dynasty was very popular. Every poor scholar who could read and write with half a bottle of ink in his belly wanted to find a position in the officialdom. He studied the books of sages for more than ten years, and in the end he only got this official position. That’s all. I’m no exception. I relied on my father’s promotion to the sixth rank and gave up my old face to get into Taiyuan College. I took the exam once every two years until I passed all the five classics.”
"But when I was about to pass, the invigilator was replaced by someone from the Prime Minister's Palace. In front of all the deputy governors, he said that I looked treacherous and had the appearance of a dog and a thief. After I was hired, I would be greedy and abuse everyone. So it was not approved. Faced with such ridiculous reasons, guess what the deputy governors did."
Perhaps after drinking before, the mountain breeze blew up, and the smell of alcohol came to his mind. The scribe forgot about the so-called respect, but turned his face, smiled miserably at Wu Shuang, and said viciously, "They didn't do anything. As silent as a cicada."
"My father has always taught me since I was little about bringing peace to the world and seeking welfare for the people. I deeply believe it and regard it as a guideline. But it is not my fault that I have become like this. After this incident, my father became worried and angry. I died of illness before I could even meet him when I returned home. Later, due to various adventures, I became aware of my meridians, and went around to seek advice from teachers. I finally gave up writing and cultivating talismans. I was noticed by an immortal family and was left to guard in the deep mountains and old forests. The bamboo leaves are green, and when the term is over, you can go to the mountains and become a casual guest."
"Let's look at Wang Kongding who died in the front yard. He was a single man for three generations and guarded the border for three generations. But because of a joke from the emperor, he was dismissed from his army and dismissed from his post. He accepted the order of the sect and was transformed from a general who defended the country in armor to a lackey of the Xian family. Why?" The scribe became more and more excited and pointed at the front yard and said tremblingly.
"Just to go back to the border and take a look at the mass graves where our ancestors spilled their blood and buried their bones."
From beginning to end, Wu Shuang never said a word. The scholar's breath was calm for a long time, and he laughed at himself: "There is a stream in the mountains. It is said to be a stream, but it is actually a branch of a big river. The products in the river are abundant. In the current season of April and May, there are many river shrimps in groups. I once cooked them. After steaming Dip it with some aged vinegar, it is very tender and smooth. Now think about it carefully, the two of us are not just two river shrimps. We studied diligently and practiced martial arts hard. From weak shrimps, the carapace on our backs fell off several times a year, and finally became hard and solid. , I thought I could show off my talents and serve the country and the people, but I still couldn’t escape the fat hands of the powerful immortals. They peeled off the shells and removed the threads, deep-fried and stewed them. It was so delicious that it’s indescribable.”
"Interesting comparison." Wu Shuang stood with his hands down and spoke slowly.
The scribe was happy, but his face was still two points more ugly and vulgar than the wry smile. He put his fingers into his sleeves, unabashedly took out the talisman, cupped his fists and saluted.
"This junior knows that there is no escape, so I still ask my senior to grant death."
