Passers-by sometimes suddenly think, if I were walking, I would pick up ten thousand taels of gold.
Such a story is certainly possible.
But even if it does happen, passers-by can't really afford a thousand taels of gold.
Who is a decent person who can pick up ten thousand taels of gold on the road and still carry it away?
So the story told by the scholar doing odd jobs in the noodle shop is probably something like this.
Of course, a scholar can dream of being suddenly favored by a higher-ups and then becoming the Minister of War.
Whether it is worthy of it or not is another question.
Zhu Congwen wiped the table and looked at his fair arms.
Maybe I can't walk like flying with ten thousand taels of gold on my back.
After all, he really doesn't know how to kill a chicken.
So when I was preparing the soup for Old Hen Mushroom Noodles in the afternoon, Zhu Congwen took the initiative to take over the task.
After just working in the backyard for a long time, the scholar was still holding the knife on the old hen and chatting about home affairs.
"If I kill you, you won't blame me, right?"
"Right."
"Right."
Of course the old hen didn't nod, she just fluttered Zhu Congwen's feathers and scratched several bloody cuts on his clean arms with her very sharp claws.
If there were people from Nanyi City around, they would probably say the previous sentence to Nine.
It's a pity that Gu Xiaoer is not from Nanyi City. He watched the scholar grinding there for a long time, then stepped forward, grabbed the knife, held it to his neck and stabbed him with a simple blow.
Certainly not the scholar's neck.
The scholar was not shocked, after all, he had been in the noodle shop for so long.
I just squatted in the backyard and looked at the old hen struggling in a pool of blood. I sighed and ran to wash the dishes again.
...
At dusk, perhaps the shopkeeper in the restaurant also discovered a lot of weird things and felt a little uneasy, so he sent everyone back early and closed the restaurant.
When Xu Chunhua was walking quietly in the dusk, she suddenly saw the scholar sitting outside the noodle shop in a daze, looking at the twilight trees stacked like clouds on the mountains.
Xu Chunhua probably did not expect to see the scholar here.
The scholar was also awakened by the very familiar figure in his peripheral vision. He turned around and glanced at the small town girl. He was probably about to say hello, but when he thought of his current situation, he felt a little embarrassed.
So the raised hand fell naturally to the back of his head, scratching a place that didn't exist but was particularly itchy and hot.
Xu Chunhua didn't think much about it. Looking at the scholar sitting in the dusk, she just thought he was here to bask in the sun.
After all, this noodle shop is located on the upper floor of Huaidu in the afternoon and dusk. Looking around, it looks like a thousand rivers flowing at dusk.
Xu Chunhua looked at the scholar, then looked in the direction the scholar was looking in, thinking that if she were a scholar, she would probably be filled with emotion when looking at such a majestic scenery.
Although Zhu Congwen didn't read anything, he was just in a daze.
But sometimes, there is really no need to do anything, and the world will naturally make up for it.
Xu Chunhua turned back, looked at the scholar and said softly: "Thank you for the day before yesterday."
The scholar sat very upright - Xu Chunhua didn't know when he sat so upright. It was probably when she had just turned back to look at the dusk in Sophora Capital.
"You're welcome, it's just a little effort."
The scholar said very gently.
Xu Chunhua stood in the dusk for a while, then said goodbye and left.
The scholar looked at the small town girl's back for a long time.
He naturally knew that the once very sad woman in a floral skirt would not look back, so he sat there with his head tilted and watched for a long time.
The waiters in the store probably saw this scene again, and gathered around the window again, looking at Zhu Congwen strangely and teasingly.
"You kid..."
When Zhu Congwen turned around and saw a few heads by the window, he sighed helplessly.
"Brothers, can you please let me go?"
It was rare for Gu Xiaoer and the others to find some fun, so naturally they would not let it go so easily. However, after all, Zhu Congwen was a scholar, and they did not go too far.
The few people were noisy for a while, and finally gradually calmed down. They all looked at the scene at dusk and sighed.
"What do you think of that girl?"
Gu Xiaoer suddenly pulled Zhu Congwen's clothes from the window and pointed to a long street in the distance.
Zhu Congwen looked over and saw a woman walking quietly on the street.
The scholar did not comment, but looked back at Gu Xiaoer and said seriously: "This is bad behavior."
Gu Xiaoer sighed, probably because he felt that Zhu Congwen was too ignorant of style.
So a few people returned to the store and started busy.
Zhu Congwen sat there quietly. Although he didn't say anything, he naturally had his own opinions in his heart.
That's average.
At least not as good as the woman who just passed by the noodle shop.
When Zhu Congwen thought of this, he suddenly froze, and then he thought of the boy who left yesterday after eating the noodles without drinking the soup.
So it's probably not that the noodles in this noodle shop are not delicious, it's just that the boy has probably eaten better noodles.
So the rest are just waiting for a while.
While the scholar was thinking this, he narrowed his eyes and looked across the long streets covered with twilight towards an extremely distant street that looked like the top of a thousand mountains.
Zhu Congwen felt like he saw the boy again.
After all, a young man standing under an umbrella with a sword on his back left such a deep impression on the scholar yesterday.
The boy was walking very quietly in the distant horizon.
Zhu Congwen looked at it curiously. For some reason, he felt that this young man looked like a thin mushroom walking in the dusk.
Of course the person holding the umbrella looks like a mushroom.
So Zhu Congwen subconsciously remembered the story of the mushroom demon in Nanyi City who went crazy last year.
The scholar naturally didn't know how the mushroom demon was dealt with in the end, but it was either a matter of the Human Sword Sect or a matter of the Heavenly Prison, and naturally had nothing to do with the students of Xuanxu Academy.
The scholar watched for a while, then got up and walked towards the store. Just when he raised his hand to lift the curtain, the scholar was stunned there, looking at the shadows swinging in the dusk and evening wind on the ground for a long time.
Zhu Congwen looked at it for a long time, and then turned back with some hesitation, looking at the young man walking with his sword in the distant horizon.
The scholar suddenly remembered where he had seen such a young man.
Xuanxuyuan.
Xuanxuyuan in March of the year 1003.
For a while, there was always a young man holding an umbrella and quietly sweeping the leaves on the road.
It's just that there weren't two swords behind him at that time. The young man at that time looked more immature, and he wasn't as silent as he is now.
Zhu Congwen thought with emotion about the young man he had passed many times on those paths covered with bamboo leaves.
It's just that this scholar was preparing for the Dafeng Spring Examination at that time, so he never paid too much attention to the outside world.
Gu Xiaoer was packing the tables and chairs aside. The noodle shop's business would not be so good after dusk, so at this time, they were all starting to prepare to close.
Seeing Zhu Congwen standing at the door neither coming in nor going out, Gu Xiaoer wiped his legs with a stool and put it on the table while looking at him strangely.
"What are you doing?"
Zhu Congwen came back to his senses, smiled, and said, "I suddenly discovered that the young swordsman who came here to eat noodles yesterday, I have actually met before."
Although Gu Xiaoer didn't know why Zhu Congwen, who was chatting with a girl just now, suddenly thought of this again, he was obviously interested.
If you remove these long-winded words and describe it very concisely as a story from woman to sword, many people will probably be equally curious.
"Where have you seen it?"
Gu Xiaoer looked at Zhu Congwen in surprise.
Zhu Congwen said seriously: "In the Xuanxu Courtyard, he seemed to have been brought in by a concierge called Mr. Mei in the courtyard at that time. He was there sweeping the fallen bamboo leaves and flowers on the courtyard road every day."
Gu Xiaoer thought about the young man yesterday and took a deep breath. He probably felt a little incredible. Even if he was just a young man who had never seen much of the world, he could still tell that the young swordsman yesterday was not an ordinary person. Sword cultivator - after all, one of the two swords is unusual at first sight.
"Sweeping the floor in the courtyard? Zhu Congwen, are you kidding me?"
Are all the sweepers awesome?
Gu Xiaoer was very surprised, so before Zhu Congwen could answer, he asked another question.
"Is this true or false?"
Zhu Congwen was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile: "Of course it is true..."
The scholar didn't finish his sentence.
Gu Xiaoer, who was cleaning the tables and chairs there, could clearly see the face of the scholar standing in the twilight at the door with the curtain raised, turning extremely pale in an instant.
It was as if he suddenly remembered something very scary.
Gu Xiaoer didn't have time to ask anything.
I saw the scholar suddenly put down the curtain and ran out hastily.
Gu Xiaoer was also startled, hurriedly put away the rag in his hand, and ran outside.
Zhu Congwen was running wildly on the street, but this scholar was indeed a serious scholar.
He neither suffers from alcoholism, nor does he have the power of the Styx that frightens fortune tellers like a certain scholar in Daze.
So after not running very far, he was very embarrassed and fell into the street with his legs raised up like a dog eating shit.
Although Gu Xiaoer didn't know what happened, he was still a little frightened when he saw the scholar who almost fell down on the street.
After all, when Chen He stood on these hanging streets and looked at the world, it was not unreasonable to compare Huaidu to Yunchuan.
If he really fell, no matter how good Dr. Huaido's medical skills were, he probably wouldn't be able to save him.
Gu Xiaoer hurriedly ran over and helped Zhu Congwen up, who had fallen so badly that there were stars in his eyes.
"What happened."
Gu Xiaoer was still confused.
Zhu Congwen was supported by Gu Xiaoer, but he broke away and still tried to chase the retreating figure of such a young man. However, the fall did cause pain all over the scholar's body. He managed to take two steps and then I almost fell there again.
Gu Xiaoer quickly walked over and supported Zhu Congwen again. This time, the big brother's hand was clenched tightly and he frowned at Zhu Congwen.
The scholar stared blankly at the mushroom that gradually disappeared in the dusk. After a long time, he turned back to look at Gu Xiaoer beside him.
"The boy who was sweeping the floor in the courtyard, I heard that he later went to Lingnan Sword Sect."
Such a sentence is a bit confusing.
After all, Lingnan Sword Sect is a relatively unfamiliar place name to these people in Huaidu. People may have heard of it, but not many.
Far inferior to Qingtian Dao.
It’s not even as good as places like Xizhuguan, Songxueguan, etc.
Gu Xiaoer's reaction was naturally not as sharp as Zhu Congwen's.
"Lingnan Sword Sect?"
Gu Xiaoer was about to ask something, but suddenly he remembered something.
Yes, Lingnan Sword Sect.
Not long ago, it was said that the southern sword cultivation place had been destroyed by the southern rebels and Huangliang Wujia.
But what does this have to do with Zhu Congwen's reaction?
Gu Xiaoer was still a little puzzled.
"When Nanyi City was besieged by Huang Liang's 800,000 black armors, I always thought that Huaidu would react."
Zhu Congwen said softly.
"but none."
"The story of Lingnan, although Huaidu finally responded, it was much too late."
Gu Xiaoer looked thoughtful.
The scholar held on to the street guardrail and stood on a high place overlooking such a majestic capital city. He was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "It's like someone is deliberately trying to weaken the power of the south."
"When I was trapped in Nanyi City, I also hated Huaidu."
Gu Xiaoer gradually opened his eyes.
It wasn't until Zhu Congwen finished what he said completely that the nearly forty-year-old man finally understood something.
"When I first came to Huaidu, I also wanted to go to the Ministry of War to ask about the things behind some of the stories."
It's a pity that the scholar is just a scholar and does not have the ability to be favored by the goddess and leave a mark on the white clothes.
Nor is there some kind of sword carried behind one's back to reason with.
"So what you mean is..."
Gu Xiaoer murmured in disbelief.
Zhu Congwen said softly: "I saw that young man just now. The direction he was walking in was where the residence of Li Chenghe, the Minister of War in Huaidu, was."
Of course, major military affairs in the world cannot be decided by the Ministry of War.
It's just that a certain young man who, although he had stayed in Xuanxuyuan, just swept the paths all day long, drank and practiced swordsmanship, naturally didn't know.
Gu Xiaoer stayed there in a daze.
This man who works as a waiter in a noodle shop in Huaidu, although it is delicious but very ordinary, probably did not expect that he would inadvertently see some such stories.
Then he also understood why Zhu Congwen suddenly seemed to be frightened.
It’s just that Zhu Congwen’s reaction seemed too intense.
Gu Xiaoer looked at the scholar. Before he could ask the question, Zhu Congwen sighed deeply and said, "I really met Master Zhongshui, my servant."
Gu Xiaoer looked at the scholar with wide eyes as if he had just woken up from a dream.
But this expression at this time was obviously not because the scholar was surprised to see the first person in the court under the Demon Emperor Shenhe.
Just like the four words waking up from a dream.
Gu Xiaoer understood the scholar's initial state.
He was still doing odd jobs in the noodle shop as a waiter, but half of his feet had been caught in the whirlpool.
He was still on the hanging street, stepping on the dusk, but half of his body had begun to fall downwards.
Naturally, the waiter at the noodle shop can also hear a lot of news.
For example, Tian Yu seems to be having trouble dealing with the Siwu Demon Mansion recently, and people from Qing Tian Dao seem to be among them.
Naturally, every move of a servant with such a weird name is in the eyes of many people.
It is also because of this that the scholar is able to connect all the seemingly unrelated things.
Gu Xiaoer was a strong man, a man in his thirties who was at the peak of his physical strength. If Zhu Congwen really lost his footing and fell from here, he would be able to pull him up.
It's just that Gu Xiaoer is helpless to deal with such a fall.
"Can we still catch up with that young swordsman?"
Gu Xiaoer also had the same thoughts as Zhu Congwen just now.
But now Zhu Congwen shook his head and said softly: "We have caught up, can we stop him?"
That's a swordsman, not a swordsman.
Gu Xiaoer was strong and might be able to stop the swordsman, but swordsmanship was naturally impossible.
The two stood in silence on the hanging street.
The Sophora japonica trees are slowly moving and changing.
Just like the stars flowing.
Things that were normal in the past, today brought a dizzy feeling to the two of them that made them want to vomit.
As a result, his breathing suddenly became dull.
Gu Xiaoer stood silently for a long time, and then supported Zhu Congwen, who was limping, towards the noodle shop.
"Let me find some medicine for you first."
The scholar's dog eating shit is really standard, as if he had left himself on the street.
Therefore, the injuries caused are quite serious to the world.
All Gu Xiaoer could do was probably help Zhu Congwen find some medicine to apply.
...
The young man stopped in the dusk. In front of him was a man standing with a sword behind his back.
Although there are sword cultivators in Heaven Prison, it is obvious that the most eye-catching ones in Huaidu today are those sword cultivators from the Human Sword Sect.
Jiujing Sword Cultivator, Jiang Ye.
The sword cultivator who had given the boy a sword on the banks of the Dusk River in Nanyi City stood there, looking at the boy who had appeared on the streets of Huaidu for some unknown reason.
"What are you doing here?"
Nan Dao looked at this former swordsman for a long time, but he also didn't understand what it meant when such a swordsman suddenly came down from the slanted platform not far away and said such a sentence.
So the young man thought for a while and asked Jiang Ye calmly.
"Then what is Senior Brother doing here?"
Jiang Ye frowned.
The young man didn't speak, just looked at him quietly.
This disciple of the Sword Sect, who was carrying a green vegetable sword and was good at cooking, looked at the young man for a long time, and then said slowly: "This is Huaidu, not Nanyi City. Don't do anything stupid."
Nan Dao still asked seriously.
"Isn't what the senior brothers did stupid?"
Jiang Ye was silent for a while.
The young man seemed to have returned to the rather reluctant attitude he had when he was fifteen years old, smiling coldly.
"Or do you think, senior brother, that only you, the Human Sword Sect, should have the freedom to be angry?"
Facing such a sword cultivator who still had no power to fight back, the young man walked forward calmly.
When passing by the sword cultivator, the young man left a few words.
"Senior brother, the story about Shushu between us may have ended."
"But about Lingnan."
The young man stopped behind Jiang Ye.
"This thing never ends."
In the dusk, there seemed to be fine snow falling under the young man's umbrella.
The destruction of the Lingnan Sword Sect.
The Human Sword Sect is naturally to blame.
