The man in white was warmed by the call "Master". He turned around suddenly and saw the woodcutter wearing a bamboo hat and cloth, with a pair of bright eyes grinning at him!
"Brother, are you calling me?" the man in white asked blankly.
"Yes, there are just the two of us here. Of course I am calling you!" The woodcutter took off the bamboo hat and said calmly: "Young master, you are coming from Wuyi Bridge. Can you meet a friend of mine?"
"A friend?"
"Hey, speaking of this friend of mine, life is really hard. He was fine two days ago, but for some reason he disappeared without a trace. Young Master stopped by and asked me about it. He was alone outside and had no choice. Those who are helpless are really afraid of committing suicide!"
"Brother, don't worry, I will do my best. I wonder what you call your friend?"
"His name is Mo Xiao!"
"Mo Xiao?"
A trace of surprise flashed in the eyes of the man in white, and he asked in amazement: "How do you know Mo Xiao's name?"
The woodcutter's green shirt reflected the moon in front of him, just like a vast lake of green ripples flowing in his heart, making his thoughts eager to move and unable to calm down for a long time.
The woodcutter calmly took out a piece of white brocade silk from the pocket on his waist and handed it over with both hands: "Have you ever seen it, Master?"
"This is the brocade silk from Jingyu Mansion, how did it fall into your hands?"
"Zheng..." The man in white suddenly drew out a long sword: "Who are you, and where is Mo Xiao now?"
"Master, don't blame me, don't blame me, I am the woodcutter He Yu. If the master is really Mo Xiao's friend, you might as well look at the bloody words left on it..."
He slowly opened the white brocade. The moment the two lines of blood words came into view, the man in white seemed to understand everything. His hands couldn't help but tremble, and the long sword fell to the ground with a clang: "What's going on? ?" He grabbed the woodcutter's sleeve and said, "Tell me quickly, this is not true!"
"Hey, you are really that young master. I have been waiting for you for many days. Please listen to me..."
The stories the woodcutter told were short, in twos and threes, but they lasted forever!
The man in white is Mr. Jingyu. The breeze blows his long hair, but it can't blow away the infinite pain in his heart. He wants to have good years and everything will be the same as before, as if he saw him for the first time and has no regrets. The wind still returns...
The green mountains are faint, the sky and the earth are vast. At the Jianmen Inn ten miles away, a group of people are having a lively conversation: "I heard that King Mobei swept across the Central Plains and Jiaoyu Mansion was destroyed. The officials in Huangwan City were uneasy. Now the people's lives are not stable. It’s so good!”
"Isn't that right? Nowadays, the government is intrigued by intrigues. Many loyal people have been killed inexplicably. Everyone dares to be angry but dare not speak out!"
"Alas, I am old and decrepit. I can only live one day at a time. My two children are still young. They don't know how to be civilized and don't know how to fight. I don't know how they will live in the future. What a sin. , What a sin..." An old man said a few words, then walked out the door bent over with his tobacco bag.
"Old man, where are you going?" At the door of the inn, a big hand blocked the way. He looked up and saw several guards standing not far away: "Hey, you damn old man is idle all day long and has a good life, but your little My son lost a bet and owes my second master Hua fifty taels of silver. He can't pay it back, so I want you to pay it back for him!"
"No, it's impossible. I...how can I have so much money?"
"Haha, no, right? Where do you get the money from eating, drinking and having fun!" An official in red laughed and picked up the nylon whip, only to hear a "swish" sound. The strength of this whip is not small, the old man is already He was too weak to withstand the torment of the whip, so he immediately staggered a few steps and fell down by the table.
"Listen, old man, I give you three days to pay back the money, otherwise you will send your youngest son to jail!"
"Sir, please calm down. I'll make you a pot of good tea and serve a table of good food!" The shopkeeper heard this and came over to apologize.
The official looked around the inn with disdain: "What a joke, who am I, this official? How can such a shabby inn like yours provide such good food? Don't miss out on Master Hua's good deeds!" He fanned his sleeves. The dust in the air continued: "Important guests have been visiting Huayuan Mansion recently. Jiange Pass is known as the best pass in the world, so I personally sent troops to inspect it to ensure that nothing goes wrong. The people in the house left quickly, Don’t cause any trouble!”
"Yes, yes, the official said it is absolutely true!" The shopkeeper quickly agreed!
"Shopkeeper, serve me a table of good wine and good food!"
"My guest, I think you drank too much. Another day, another day!"
"Who said I drank too much, serve the wine!"
After the lingering sound, the officer looked around and realized that a man in white was sitting on a wooden chair in the corner. The light shone on his back, but he could not see his face clearly. There were a few wine glasses scattered on the table!
