Kaifeng City has three layers of city walls. The outermost layer can be used as a wall on top of Feng Shui to protect the emperor's energy from leaking out. It coincides with the stars of Taiwei, Ziwei, and Tianshi's three walls, which are closely guarded. It is like a snare and is called Luocheng.
Further inside, past the empty Luocheng, is the outer city. The outer city is a small market where ordinary people live. It is not yet bright inside at this time, but shops are already open. The morning market is already bustling, and there are people selling various breakfasts along the road.
Tofu soup, fried white sausage, stuffed lungs, vegetarian porridge, steamed cakes, braised noodles, and fried cakes, you really don’t have to shout to mention them. The aroma that comes to your nostrils alone is enough to make people stop in their tracks and move their index fingers to eat.
At least Xiaocha was enjoying herself with her earthenware bowl in her left hand and a piece of hot sesame cake in her right hand. She also moved her nose from time to time, greedily sniffing the aroma in the air.
"I thought you would take action." The old woman suddenly spoke. She didn't quite understand what this old friend from Fuying had just done, but her voice was by no means as clear and sweet as he should be at his age. She continued,
"After you scolded me, you scolded my little tea again. I'm afraid the next sentence will have to say that I am an old man. How can you bear this?" He lowered his head and walked forward, but he could always avoid passers-by. Hege Wangyou still kept his head down. After the old woman stopped talking, she tilted her head slightly and said with a wry smile: "Are you so willing for me to fight with others?" Her voice was still gentle and not arrogant or impetuous.
Hege Wangyou said: "Then they are soldiers who protect your home and country, and you are so happy if I beat them up?" The old woman curled her lips and sneered,
"That's called a soldier. They definitely want to bully us, but if they encounter a tough opponent, they deserve a beating." Hege Wangyou laughed dumbly.
The old woman said again: "Besides, the world has become too dull in recent years. There are no new jokes. I always tell the same old stories over and over again. I am tired of others listening to them. If you fight with them, Fight, I will polish it up when the time comes. Help the Prince of Ying to cross the sea thousands of miles to meet the Holy Spirit. On the way, he encounters a group of unscrupulous soldiers who bully the weak, fear the hard, bully the market, bully the big, bully the small, and ignore everyone. Let’s see how His Highness the Crown Prince pretends to be a pig, eats the tiger, and beats them. A man threw away his helmet and armor and fled into the wasteland. He was defeated, cut off his beard and discarded his robe, and found teeth all over the ground." Apparently it was He Qingshan, a storyteller who disguised himself as an old woman and was named Li Rang in his life. He could say that he was really dead when he opened his mouth. After coming back to life, Hege Wangyou can only repay the favor.
Xiaocha didn't care about the previous things. He stuffed the last bite of the sesame-filled cake into his mouth, puffed out his cheeks and fiddled with it with his index finger, and said vaguely: "Diudiudi, you only know how to brag." Why? The old woman who seemed to be related to the handsome storyteller He Qingshan picked up the bamboo stick in her hand and hit Xiaocha on the butt. Naturally, it didn't hurt very much. She smiled and cursed: "After you are full, you can go about your business." ." Xiaocha, who naturally knew what he should be busy with, ignored him and continued to look for his favorite food on both sides of the road with his big eyes.
Hege Wangyou's ears were amazing, so he naturally heard the sound of the wind caused by the bamboo stick, and said in shock: "You asked me to hit someone, but the guy is clearly in your hands." His real name is Li Rang, and after becoming a disciple, he changed his name to He Qingshan's storyteller. The bamboo stick knocked on the ground,
"You can't fight without this thing? Xiaocha and I have been counting on you to protect us all the way. Isn't that all you have? You know how to catch people with brute force?" and the storyteller who begged for food with his mouth. The theory, no matter how you say it, is unreasonable. This is a mistake. Wage Wangyou began to practice closed-mouth meditation.
As if he had developed a problem with storytelling, He Qingshan said in a whisper: "It has been more than seven years, and I have forgotten it. Do you want to read poetry when you fight? It doesn't matter. We were not familiar with each other at the beginning. I'm embarrassed to ask you, we are old acquaintances now, can you tell me, every time you recite this, what will you do if the other party doesn't follow martial ethics and takes action in advance? Are you unable to finish reciting those useless words? Do you have to take action? Wouldn't that be awkward for you? Would it be uncomfortable to hold it in?" He Ge Wangyou chose to turn a deaf ear to He Qingshan's thoughts.
He Qingshan persisted and said: "You said that the prince and the fourth master found so many people to help you combine your Fuying Qi skills that night. Did you carry it forward after you returned? Or do you think this kind of thing is just a thing? It is suitable to start training from a young age, just like that guy in the middle of the night. If you say he is a Qi-refining martial artist, his boxing and kicking skills are quite good, if you say he is a foreign martial artist, he can control objects through the air with every move, which is very cool. In fact, I feel that for people like him, including you, we ancient people in the Zhou Dynasty have a saying that there is specialization in the arts. You two are eating from the bowl and looking at the pot. If it is not good, you will be afraid of it. In the end, I picked up the sesame seeds but lost the watermelon, and couldn't occupy both ends." He Qingshan kept saying slang words one after another, but she wasn't worried that the other party wouldn't understand. It was pitiful for He Ge Wangyou's hard thinking.
He Qingshan still seemed to be talking to himself,
"You said you came all the way here. I didn't say anything to you last time. Why did you come empty-handed this time? Now that I have said that, I have to say a few words about you. The etiquette of our Dazhou City Bang, although you didn't say what the purpose of meeting the saint this time is, I think it's not good for you to go empty-handed like this. It seems not very formal. You can bring some Fuying specialties, even if it's just a stone, our heaven Shang Guo treats others leniently and won’t say anything to you..."
"I think you want it." Xiao Cha, who had been walking in front, finally couldn't stand He Qingshan's boastful talk, turned around and choked, causing He Qingshan to slap his bamboo stick gently.
Hege Wangyou burst into laughter again. Wage Wangyou said: "To answer your last question first, it's not that I don't tell you the purpose of coming here. It's very important and I really can't tell you. I hope I'll forgive you. Let's talk about the first question. That's not called reading poetry. That was back then. When I practice Sword and Qi Dao, I am blind, so I have to rely on others to read some of the moves to me, and then I can understand them by myself. Over time, I develop a habit and I will always read them out. Then there is what you call picking up. I heard Prince Ye mention the watermelon issue back then. He said that this is a new and rigorous study of martial arts, so you are not afraid of failure. After all, only those who do things that ordinary people dare not do are extraordinary people and can become masters." This was because He Qingshan, who had been silent for a long time and became a little bored, was just looking for something to talk to to amuse himself. She didn't expect Hege Wangyou to answer so seriously, which made her a little surprised.
Xiaocha suddenly turned around and gave a thumbs up, causing He Qingshan to roll his eyes. It's just that with this face, it's really ugly.
After walking around for a while without stopping, Hege Wangyou suddenly said: "Qingshan, I'm afraid Xiaocha went the wrong way?" He Qingshan smiled and said: "If Xiaocha goes the wrong way, the whole Zhou Dynasty will be in trouble." No one can walk in the right direction anymore." The voice sounded like an oriole's melodious tone. Just as the four characters "Zou Long Snake" written on the gently swinging cloth banner in front of it were completely incompatible with begging, this voice definitely did not match the age. .
Xiaocha had stopped chewing and thinking, and turned around to glare at Wage Wangyou angrily, but thinking that he couldn't see him, she
"Humph", obviously because he was a little angry at his disbelief. He Qingshan grinned, revealing his white teeth that did not match his face. The wrinkles on his face also appeared as if they were alive. He smiled and said: "It's okay to offend my little tea and not be able to eat. In the future, it will be really difficult in Dazhou." Everyone yelled that they were beaten." Hege Wangyou smiled bitterly and said, "Xiaocha is generous and won't argue with a blind man like me, right?" Xiaocha snorted again.
Just at this time, an old beggar ran up the street with a flattering smile on his face. His clothes were so ragged that his coat was torn into strips. He had mended seven or eight patches. He ran to Xiaocha with a broken bowl and bowed his head. With a flattering look on her face, she said, "Little Cha, I am the seven-bag elder of the Beggar Clan." Little Cha ignored him and continued to think about Luo Lilian as he walked forward, looking at her with two big eyes. Pedestrians on the road are asking for rewards.
The old beggar who claimed to be the elder of Qibao of the Beggar Clan bent down and said respectfully: "In front of the corner of the Hidden Gold Building, that Japanese man is there. There are about forty people scattered in the city, and the disciples in the gang are all watching. ." Xiaocha this time
He said "Oh", but still did not stop. The elder Gou Buji, who had sewn seven patches in the Beggar Clan and had a somewhat special status, quietly left and did not speak to the two people behind him from the beginning to the end.
He Qingshan looked forward,
"It's not far, it's time to say something."
"I know." Hege Wangyou nodded,
"I can feel it." The enigmatic words caused Xiaocha in front of him to curl his lips and repeat.
"Humph", but this time he said one more word of mercy,
"You're pretending to be like that." He Qingshan gloated: "In the past few days, I haven't asked for much reward for my little tea with you here, but you have caused big trouble." Hege Wangyou also laughed,
"Then after I solve the problem here, I will find some rags to change into and beg for food with you." Xiaocha quickly turned around, with a happy face, and finally no more Luo Lilian's tone came out of his mouth, and he said happily: " That would be the best." Hearing the girl's excited tone, Hege Wangyou felt helpless, she was just a child after all.
Hege Wangyou stretched out his hand, accurately took the bamboo stick from He Qingshan's hand, and said softly: "You two wait here first, I'll go back when I'm gone." After saying that, he took a step past Xiaocha, and murmured helplessly in his mouth. ,
"It's midnight, I have to beg for food just to find you." This made the girl cover her mouth and smile. Another step, and the person is already more than ten feet away.
The energy around his body suddenly surged, as if he was actually pushing passersby to both sides. Waka Wangyou raised his head and presented
The two scars in the shape of an "eight" are horrifying to both eyes and are filled with blood.
"Hanyu Kurumi, can you come here and die?" After another step, the person was hanging on the street four or five feet away. The black cloak made automatic hunting noises in the absence of wind, suppressing the surrounding silence.
"Wange Wangyou!" Someone on the Cangjin Tower exclaimed in astonishment. Hege Wangyou, who rode a turtle and crossed the sea thousands of miles from Fuying, grinned and chuckled, pulling at the two scars as if they were squirming.
The bamboo pole in his hand slowly separated from the ground, revealing half of it with cold light. It turned out to be a narrow knife hidden in the bamboo.
"I was born in troubled times, and I have a hundred and eight worries. Anyone who has no self-direction will be killed right now." A cold light.
"With one sword flow, climb the tower." The strong energy flies up to the ninth heaven against the wind, and the light is cold, the blue is falling, and the underworld is falling. The city of Kaifeng is silent and teaches people to keep silent.
"I'll have some clues about the book next time." The old woman smiled.
