State pastoral office.
A middle-aged, handsome man with white face and long beard was sitting in front of the desk.
He lowered his head to look at the article on the desk, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, perhaps thinking of the past.
He stood up and looked away from the desk: "Zhou Dagu, where are you now?"
There was a voice outside the door.
"Sir, Cai County is reporting. He just left Cai County this morning. Three people and two carriages will arrive at Fengming Valley around noon!"
"Fengming Valley?" Du Zhoumu turned around and looked at the map of Xiangzhou behind him: "We'll be here in the afternoon!"
"Yes, sir. There is one more thing! Judge Lu Tong of Qingxue Mansion once sent people to deal with Zhou Dagu, and his subordinates found out that he received orders from Zuoxiang Mansion in Kyoto! I suspect that they also know about Zhou Dagu With the news coming to the government to study, my subordinates are afraid that they will take action on the way!"
Du Zhoumu nodded: "Last night, Qingxue Prefecture's county government changed its defense. It seems that two prisoners died suddenly?"
"My subordinates have found out that they are a man and a woman, a couple of thieves. They are both fourth-grade and first-level warriors!"
"Four grades and one realm?" There was a long silence in the study.
Du Zhoumu opened the study door and walked out of the study: "Then don't worry about it. He is a weak scholar who can break out of Liangjie Mountain. How can he not have some tricks on him!"
Outside the study, the waiting old man stepped forward: "Sir, that is one of the four realms. Confucianists are always one step behind other realms in combat. I'm afraid there will be changes!"
"If he can't get to Xiangzhou, he won't be able to support the important task I want to entrust to him!"
Du Zhoumu looked at the Liangjie Mountain: "In a fight, someone will always die. This person can be him, or... it can be me!"
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Tongpan Mansion.
A fast horse galloped out of the back door.
Lu Tongpuan put his hands together, straightened his back and looked at the horse going away: "Do you think he can win it?"
Zhang Xuezheng's head was on the ground: "Sir, he is already in the government prison. We can fish out the highest level one!"
"Besides, Zhou Dagu is a scholar. He entered the country early, but the scholar used poems to attack, so he had to have time to write them. There was only a martial artist who had not entered the country, and a little girl beside him. They were two levels higher than him. , he is dead!"
Lu Tongpan snorted coldly, his shoulders shaking up and down: "I hope that can be the case!"
"I really can't bear to kill you!"
Zhang Xuezheng's head seemed to be glued to the ground after listening to his words.
"Keep an eye on that woman, don't let her do bad things!" Lu Tong left, the smile on his face as warm as spring.
However, it was very cold on a spring night when the sun was setting. It was so cold that Zhang Xuezheng shivered unconsciously.
He put his forehead on the ground, turned his head in a circle, and looked at the room to the rear left.
Stare straight into that room.
"We can't have any more problems. If we have another problem, I'm afraid my life will really be lost! We still have to keep this dog's life and be the prime minister!"
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Outside Qingxue Mansion.
Qingxue Mansion is the largest city nearby. Before dawn, there is already a long queue at the door.
The vendors push their carts at the door, preparing to work hard for many days to sell them at a good price.
They gathered together, their faces bitter or full of yearning.
A knight who travels far away, puts away his sword, and hurts someone in Qingxue Mansion will be jailed.
These rangers come in groups of three or five, or alone.
There is a big inn at the gate of the city. The steamed bun cage at the entrance of the inn exudes a tempting aroma.
However, the vendors are reluctant to give up money, and most of the people sitting at the tables are arrogant knights pretending to be wealthy.
A few of them shared seats, and they used the old trick of hitting each other when they were full, taking the opportunity to escape the bill.
This place is also the place with the widest source of information outside Qingxue Mansion. Rangers from all over the world have no clue what they want to say. In their hearts, they are the boss and the second in command in the court.
Frequently, a ranger would tell a story that was so nice that the merchant nearby would pay for a meal.
As soon as the buns fell, the cage was empty, and several well-fed rangers were looking around, talking and blowing.
"Well...do you know who has the best reputation in Xiangzhou recently?"
"who?"
"I know that the scholar in Cai County wrote a few poems about Dafu in Mingzhou. I heard about her last time I went to the hut."
A beggar with gray face and pale face squatted on the roadside. When he heard the words "Cai County Scholar", he opened his eyes instantly.
Ignoring the two couples behind her, she moved her buttocks to listen to the ranger bragging.
The ranger pointed to the big tree in the distance: "Did you see it? It's such a big book. As soon as Zhou Langjun spat out his poems, his talent fell to the ground in a moment!"
"That word! It's like a seed! It sprouted between the bluestones, and the talent fell from the paper. Guess what?"
The ranger stopped talking mid-sentence, but a knowledgeable young man waved his hand: "It's your fault!"
Snow-white silver streaked through the air and fell into the bowl of vinegar.
The heroic ranger didn't care about the smell of oil on the silver. He passed his hand over it, his eyes widened, and he stuffed the silver into his arms: "Thank you for your invitation!"
"I'll tell you next, at that time, I just passed through Cai County and saw the Cai County County Examination. This group of people was so crowded, we just loved to watch the excitement!"
"The schoolmaster at the door used the excuse of desertion to prevent Mr. Zhou from entering, but Mr. Zhou just said it."
"I was promised to be the best in the world!"
The crowd was noisy, and the young man who lost the money raised his head and looked at the morning rain and dew.
The beggar squatting on the ground, his moon-like eyes blinked, remembering the boy at that time.
The rangers all around slapped the table and drew their knives.
"Okay! That's so heroic. We martial arts students should earn a first-class status!"
"One day, this wooden sword in my hand will be inserted into the number one brand in the capital!"
The ranger was excited, but quickly became quiet again.
The storyteller stood there, chirping.
"I'm not afraid of you scolding me. I'm just a bad martial artist who never went to school. But this sentence really stuck in my heart. At that time, I felt my blood boiling, almost like the head of a leopard that killed people in prison the day before yesterday. Among ten thousand people, breakthrough!"
"But no matter how talented Zhou Langjun is in poetry, he is still just a citizen! How can a citizen defeat an official! No matter how talented he is, he just can't get in at the gate of the county school!"
"What can he do!"
"This bow, another two sentences."
"The years have passed by in vain, and so far I have gained neither fame nor fortune! Alas!"
The Wooden Sword Ranger, who was excited just now, lowered his head.
With a scar on his face, the vicious ranger raised his head: "Hahaha! Nothing to gain? This guy surnamed Zhou has an appetite for us!"
The beggar squatting on the ground looked back towards Cai County, and she remembered that night.
The young man lowered his head, his lips were red and his teeth were white, and he opened his mouth slightly: "Just tell me not to dare to look at Guanyin from now on!"
Her heart skipped a beat and she felt sad again.
Why, this world always doesn't give people a way to survive.
A smart person like him shouldn't always have scars all over his body.
"The door is open! The city gate is open! Come in quickly!"
"The door is open!"
The gate opened, and people around thought about it and ran to the city gate.
A fast horse came out of the city gate. The squatting little beggar looked up. She smelled a different smell from the man on the horse.
It tastes pure, pure evil!
"Oh! It's over!" The storyteller packed up his things and was about to go into the city. A little beggar on the ground grabbed him by the corner of his clothes: "Brother, what happened to Mr. Zhou!"
These days, Bai Huahong only cares about running for her life and doesn't care about anything else.
After finally hearing the news about Zhou Dagu, I naturally wanted to know what the prodigal scholar was like now...
Have you ever been bullied?
Have you ever... been bullied?
