Ning Yao woke up leisurely and slept very sweetly and soundly. When she opened her eyes, she found herself sitting on a stool. She was a little confused. After a moment of daze, she got up and opened the door and saw a man sitting in the corridor outside the door. The old and the young, two boring gourds, didn't say anything. After hearing Ning Yao's footsteps, Chen Pingan turned around and said with a smile: "Wake up, I see you are sleeping deeply, I didn't call you before."
Ning Yao nodded, not interested in this. He asked in his heart: "Senior Yang?"
The old man said angrily: "Why, you are afraid that Chen Pingan will take advantage of you while you are sleeping. Don't worry, I will keep an eye on him for you. He only has a thief's heart but not his courage."
Chen Ping'an quickly explained: "Miss Ning, don't listen to Grandpa Yang's nonsense, I promise you don't have a thief's heart either!"
Ning Yao did it with both hands. He sighed with anger in his Dantian and told himself: "Sir, there are a lot of them."
The old man glanced at the straw-shoe boy sideways, and gloated happily: "Seven orifices are open to six, but none is clear."
The rain was already very light, so the old man said straightforwardly: "Go back and take the bag of support money, and then pay for this little girl's film and your next medication together."
Ning Yao frowned and said: "What kind of medicinal materials are so expensive in Yang's shop?!"
The old man said calmly: "When people are about to starve to death, how much is the steamed bun in my hand worth?"
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Ning Yao said in a deep voice: "You are taking advantage of the fire!"
The old man smoked dry cigarettes so fiercely that his entire upper body was enveloped in a faint smoke, and then the old man's voice came from the "sea of clouds" A hoarse and indifferent voice: "You are asking for high prices and sitting back to pay. That is the business of cheap merchants. I can't do it. The rules here are the same. There is only a fixed price. You can buy it or not, you can sell it or not."
Ning Yao wanted to speak, but found Chen Ping'an tugging at her sleeves and winking secretly. In the end, she swallowed the bad breath.
The medicinal herbs produced in this small cave are indeed of high quality, but the Lizhu Xiaodong, which is well-known in Dongbaopingzhou, has never been famous for its natural materials and earthly treasures, but because of those " "Porcelain" and chance treasures, famous all over the world. Therefore, even if the medicinal materials in Yang's shop are piled up, they are not worth a few gold coins.
The old man shook his cigarette pole and said, "The rain has stopped. You two, don't flirt with me. Don't be ashamed."
Chen Pingan took Ning Yao's arm and walked down. After walking up the steps and walking through the main hall of the shop to the street, Chen Pingan asked with a smile: "Can't you figure it out? It's okay. Grandpa Yang is like this. He doesn't like to talk to you about favors. He is very... fair in everything he does. Yes, he is very fair. Fair. Ning Yao sneered: "Fair? Everyone has a scale in their mind, so why does he think he is fair? Just because of your age? "
Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "I don't think that spending a bag of copper coins is being taken advantage of. "
Ning Yao glanced at the young man and said, "If you can hang around for ten years and repeat this sentence, you will win! ”
Chen Ping’an smiled and said: “That’s it.Let’s talk about it later. "
Ning Yao sighed, really had nothing to do with him, "Where to go next? "
Chen Pingan thought for a while, "Go to the shop to see how Liu Xianyang is doing, and by the way, pull out your knife from the ground. ”
Ning Yao said resolutely: “Then lead the way.” "
She suddenly asked: "Are you okay?
Chen Ping'an grinned, "No big problem, but apart from practicing boxing, I have to do the same as you every day, and I have to cook medicine and take it." Grandpa Yang said that if the effect is not good, he may have to spend more money. "
Ning Yao asked doubtfully: "Do you really believe it? "
Chen Pingan smiled and shook his head, as if he didn't bother to bother with her about such issues.
After walking out of the town, he rolled up his sleeves and took off the clothes-pressing knife. , returned it to the girl.
She hid the clothes-pressing knife and went to retrieve the narrow knife that had been stepped into the ground by the mountain ape. As for the scabbard that was given away, Chen Pingan temporarily stored it. On Ning Yao's side, she hung it on her waist, so the flying sword finally had a place to stay.
When Chen Pingan and Ning Yao walked to the south end of the covered bridge, they saw a ponytailed man. The girl in green clothes sat on the top of the steps, holding her cheeks with her hands and staring into the distance, leaving the two of them with their backs -——
The old man was alone in the backyard of Yang's shop. He put away the cigarette rod, waved his hand, and dispersed the smoke around him, and said: "Don't worry, when the matter is completed, I promise to give you the immortal body of He Po. As for whether you can truly achieve the true form of a god in the future and be promoted to Whether a river is right or not depends on your own destiny. "
The old man finally knocked the cigarette pole lightly on the ground, raised his head and looked in the direction of Laohuai in the small town, and said with his tongue: "The tree fell and the hozens scattered." ”
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The three carriages drove towards Mud Bottle Lane one after another.
King Da Li really couldn’t understand why his nephew, You have to compete with a young man from a back alley.
Song Changjing smiled and said: "Anyway, this is a confusing matter between you and Chen Ping'an. Since you've already intervened once, you won't interfere anymore and you can resolve it yourself. "
Finally, Song Changjing reminded: "You can have a personal relationship with Zhengyang Mountain, but don't get involved too deeply. "
Song Jixin was happy: "Personal relationship? Are you talking about that little girl? Haha, it's just for fun, no friendship at all. "
Song Changjing smiled and said: "It's just for fun, so you just give away a sword gourd? ”
Song Jixin stopped talking angrily.
The carriage could not enter the alley, and Song Changjing was unwilling to get out of the car. Song Jixin got out of the car alone and found that it was raining. The spring rain was still pouring and the drizzle was hazy, but it was getting heavier and heavier.
He ran quickly into Mubo Alley and came to his yard. After pushing the door open, he saw Zhigui sitting there. On the threshold of the main room, she was in a daze.
Song Jixin smiled and shouted: "Let's go, Master, I will take you to the Great Lijing City to learn more! ”
Zhigui came back to his senses, "Huh? Leaving so soon?"
Song Jixin nodded and said: "Anyway, the things have been packed long ago. There are two big boxes in my room, plus your It’s just a small box. Whatever we can and want to move away, nothing is left behind. It’s no different if we leave early or late.”
Zhigui put his chin on his knees and said sadly: “Yes. Ah, this is our home."
Song Jixin sighed, sat on the threshold with her, wiped the rain off his forehead, and said softly: "What, if you really can't bear to leave? If you can’t bear it, let’s leave later. It’s okay. I’ll go say hello.” Who are you afraid of!"
Song Jixin reminded: "Don't forget about that four-legged snake."
Zhi Gui was furious and said angrily: "That one got a thousand cuts. The idiot sneaked under my box yesterday and made me look for it for a long time. After I finally found it, several rouge boxes under the box were dirty! It was an unpardonable crime and a death penalty! "
Song Jixin began to worry about the fate of the four-legged snake, and asked tentatively: "Isn't that idiot killed by you?"
Zhigui shook his head, "No, let's keep it alive for the time being, and settle the accounts with it when we get to the capital. By the way, sir, when we get to the capital, let's raise a few more old hens, okay? At least five!"
Song Jixin said strangely: "Eggs are enough to eat, why do you still need to buy them? Don't you always think that our old hen is too noisy?"
Zhigui is serious. Said: "When the time comes, I will tie a rope around the feet of each old hen, and then tie it to the four legs and head of that idiot respectively. As long as I am unhappy, I can drive away the old hen. Otherwise, the four He is stupid and can't run very slowly. In the past, he was exhausted every time and only became angrier..."
Listening to his maid's thoughts, Song Jixin's mind was filled with thoughts like that. At the scene of the execution, the deputy said to himself: "Isn't it five horses and five chickens?"
Song Jixin burst into laughter.
Zhigui was used to his young master’s unconstrained way of thinking, so he was not surprised. He just asked: “Sir, the box is so heavy, how can the two of us carry it? There are also some good things that should be thrown away. "I didn't throw it away."
Song Jixin stood up and snapped his fingers: "Come out, I know you are hiding nearby, please carry the box to the carriage."
There was no response from all around.
Song Jixin was silent for a long time, and said with a gloomy face: "Get out! Do you believe that I will ask my uncle to move it in person?!"
After a while, several hidden figures emerged from the mud. The roofs across the bottle alley fall into the alley, or appear quietly in the alley outside the courtyard gate.
A total of five dead men in black filed in after the leader opened the door.
The leader hesitated for a moment, clasped his fists and said in a low voice: "It was my duty before, so I didn't dare to show up without permission.I hope Your Highness will forgive me. "
Song Jixin said expressionlessly: "It's your business. "
The man always lowered his head, "I dare to ask Your Highness to help explain something to the prince. "
Song Jixin said impatiently: "My uncle will argue with you about such a trivial matter? ! "
The five people stood motionless in the yard in the drizzle, refusing to move.
Song Jixin compromised: "Okay, I will help you. Explain the situation. "
The five people then entered the house. The three men in black easily carried the boxes respectively. The first and last two people escorted them with their bare hands. After walking slowly into the Mud Bottle Alley, they all ran away.
Song Jixin was thoughtful.
Zhigui held up an oil-paper umbrella, handed a slightly larger one to Song Jixin, and locked the door of the main room. Behind the gate and the courtyard gate, the master and the servant stood at the gate of the courtyard holding umbrellas. Song Jixin looked at the Spring Festival couplets with black characters on a red background and the painted door god, and said softly: "I wonder if we can see it next time when we come back. This couplet.
Zhigui said: "I just left. Why did I come back?" "
Song Jixin laughed at himself: "That's right. If you do well, you won't have anyone to show off to when you come back. If you don't do well, there will be a lot of people laughing at you." "
The rain continued, and the alleys gradually became muddy. Zhigui really didn't want to stay any longer, so he urged: "Let's go, let's go." "
Song Jixin nodded, and the two of them walked towards the entrance of Mubo Alley one after another.
Zhigui walked in front, walking in a hurry.
Song Jixin walked behind her, walking slowly. When he passed the high wall of the alley opposite the courtyard gate of a house, Song Jixin, holding an umbrella, stopped and turned to look.
The boy. Looking at the unremarkable yellow mud wall, he was stunned.
Zhigui turned his head and couldn't help complaining: "Master, if you don't walk faster, it will rain heavily. La! ”
The expression of the young man under the umbrella could not be seen clearly. After raising his arm and making a movement, the young man responded to the maid’s greeting and finally began to move forward faster.
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In the carriage on the street outside Niping Alley, Song Changjing, the king of the Great Li vassal, is closing his eyes to rest.
The Manufacturing Supervision Office will create a secret file every day, which will be maintained by nine people. The top dead soldier spy in Da Li is responsible for observing and recording. What is written above is all the daily trivial matters of "the illegitimate son of the superintendent Song". What street did he go shopping with his maid today? How much did he spend on what to eat? Goods, which sage book was the content of the article recited in the morning, when did you drink secretly for the first time, who did you go to the small town with to fly kites to catch crickets, what happened, who you had a dispute with and where, etc., etc. No matter how big or small, all were recorded in the file, and then sent to the capital of Great Li every three months, and were sent to the table of the imperial study room in the palace. Finally, they were gathered together and compiled into a volume. The brother who liked to write and write the most personally named it. "Xiaodailu", Xiaodailu 1, to today's Xiaodailu 15, a fifteen-year-old boy from a back alley, fifteen years ofBit by bit, fifteen books were written.
Before coming to the small town, Song Changjing had read through books that were full of boring trivial matters, but he keenly noticed that one of the books, "Seven," had a page missing in the middle, and it had obviously been torn out. This should mean that a huge change occurred in the summer and autumn when Song Jixin was twelve years old.
Before Song Changjing came to the town, he thought it was a bloody assassination that started in the capital city of Li, involving some people who could only mute his brother and eat Coptis chinensis. But Song Changjing later realized that the story recorded on that page was definitely not a pleasant memory for the young Song Jixin, and it must be related to Chen Ping'an in Mu Ping Lane.
Song Changjing began to sort out his thoughts. The number one vassal king of Dali, who rarely took a break from his busy schedule, carefully recalled the details of the recorded conversation between the two teenagers, as well as the scenes at that time.
Song Changjing opened his eyes and disliked the curtains of the carriage. First he saw the slender figure of the maid holding an umbrella, and then his nephew Song Ji. The master and servant walked towards the second carriage, and the three boxes were All had been moved to the last carriage.
Song Changjing whispered: "Let's get going."
The carriage started to drive slowly.
The carriage stopped suddenly, and not long after, Song Jixin rushed into the carriage angrily, and said angrily: "What do you mean?!"
Song Changjing asked: "You Are you talking about the corpse on your carriage?"
Song Jixin's face was ashen and he stared at Song Changjing.
Song Changjing looked calm, "Do you know the identity of the corpse? There are seven Dali intelligence agencies, and I control three of them. They are mainly used to infiltrate the courts of various countries, spy on important military intelligence, and bribe enemy officials and generals. , Guoshi Xiuhu has three masters, mainly focusing on the public opinion and the dynamics of the world within the dynasty, especially the need to keep an eye on the troubles in the capital. The last one is specifically responsible for dealing with the monks on the mountain, and is directly under the jurisdiction of... someone. This town has a total of three. The nine Dali spies came from these seven places to ensure your safety and there will be absolutely no mistakes."
Song Jixin said in a deep voice: "What exactly do you want to say. ?”
Song Changjing smiled and said: “There are so many twists and turns here. Who is that person loyal to? There are a lot of confusing truths. It is probably difficult for me to tell you clearly. Anyway, this person You are worthy of death. But you need to remember one thing. Nowadays, outsiders regard you as His Highness Da Li and a great nobleman. Whether they respect you or flatter you, you can accept it all, but don't forget them. Why is that so?"
Song Jixin sneered: "Oh?"
Song Changjing smiled: "How important do you think it is because of me? Just stay with you. I'm afraid you won't remember this, so I'll take this opportunity to let you be more careful. It's uncomfortable to be with a dead person, but it's better than having to stay with your body next time. Beside."
Song Jixin's face turned red.
Song Changjing glanced at the young man with an indifferent tone.Said: "Get off the car."
Song Jixin swallowed back the words in an instant, turned around silently, and left with gnashing teeth.
Song Changjing waited until the young man got out of the car and laughed it off, "With just such a little bit of knowledge, when you arrive in the capital, you will be immediately targeted by tigers and foxes that have lost their teeth and will want to tear a few pieces off of you. Meat?”
The feudal king actually had a headache when he thought about going to the capital.
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In the carriage, the dead man occupies the most space.
Song Jixin was very uncomfortable with it, but the maid Zhigui's face remained normal. He asked casually: "By the way, Zhigui, have you brought the old key to our house?"
She said doubtfully: "No, I just left it in my house. I don't want to go back. What's wrong? Master, why do you ask this? Besides, Master, don't you also have a set of house keys?"
Song Jixin let out an ooh and said with a smile: "I lost it in the house too."
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Three carriages drove past the old locust tree, Leaving the town, we finally bumped along the muddy road, heading east.
When passing the fence gate in the east of the town, the gatekeeper Zheng Dafeng, who was sheltering from the rain in his mud house, squatted at the door with his hands folded and looked at the three carriages. The old bachelor yawned .
About half an hour later, Song Changjing said in a deep voice: "Stop the car!"
Song Changjing stepped out of the carriage, and Song Jixin and Zhigui, who were in the carriage behind, both raised the curtains. Their heads were squeezed together and they looked curiously at Song Changjing.
Song Changjing waved his hand, and Song Jixin pulled Zhigui back.
Song Changjing walked forward. Not far away, there was a middle-aged and honest man with an unattractive appearance blocking the middle of the road. His pair of straw sandals and his trousers were covered with mud.
Song Changjing walked forward and said with a smile: "I really didn't expect that there is such a number one person like you hiding in this small town. It seems that our Dali spies really eat shit instead of food. ”
The feudal prince’s originally spotless snow-white robes were also stained with mud, and his boots were naturally not spared.
Song Changjing finally stopped ten steps away from the man, "Since we didn't start fighting as soon as we met, let's talk about it, what do you want?"
Even his own family The small-town man whose roof was trampled by a monkey, facing the Great Li clan king, did not look like he was squatting on the ground and sulking. He said in a deep voice: "Song Changjing, as long as you are beaten, you can still If you survive, you will naturally know the answer!"
Song Changjing frowned, and the man understood: "Just let the carriage pass first."
Song Changjing smiled and nodded without turning around. Always staring at the man, he shouted: "The carriages go first, just keep going forward."
The man walked to the side of the road and let the three carriages pass unimpeded.
Song Changjing waited until the carriage completely disappeared from sight before looking at the man who was waiting patiently.
This human environmentThe world is only higher than oneself, not lower.
However, the gap between the two is limited.
Song Changjing showed no fear. On the contrary, he was full of fighting spirit, his blood was boiling, and he tugged at his collar.
Although the person in front of me is unknown, he is definitely the best whetstone for sharpening martial arts.
Song Changjing’s intuition told him that whether he was alive or dead today, and whether he was nine or ten tomorrow, it all depended on this!