Chapter 89 Two heads

The short but voluptuous woman Fengyun took out a set of brand-new keys with exquisite workmanship, opened the courtyard door, and smiled as she pushed the door open: "Finally something useful."

The woman glanced at the chicken coop at the foot of the wall. There was a fluttering sound of poultry wings coming from there. She was stunned, "You haven't starved to death yet?"

"You still have to thank me. Ah, I have found such a good neighbor for you. The neighbors are harmonious and the whole world lives together." She quickly figured out the reason and turned to look next door, realizing that she couldn't see the scene over there because she was not tall. , I had no choice but to walk to the yellow mud wall, stand on tiptoes, and found that there was only an empty yard next door. I felt it was boring, so I quickly looked away and walked to the main door. I took out the key to open the door. After crossing the threshold, I stretched out my finger. After swiping it on the table, it was spotless. The woman was a little unhappy, as if an outsider had arbitrarily suggested smearing rouge on her daughter's face. It looked good, but of course the father and mother were not happy.

The three servants who followed the woman to the Mud Bottle Alley, the burly man stayed in the Mud Bottle Alley outside the hospital, closing his eyes to rest.

The old man with squinting eyes and a pale face walked into the courtyard.

Only the woman holding the sword followed the woman into the main room.

The woman walked into Song Jixin's residence alone and looked around. There were beds and desks. There were also some expensive Qing Dynasty items left on the desk. It must be that the owner didn't want to take them with him. Just throw it away. The woman walked to the desk and found that there were three books stacked in the middle. She flipped through them and found nothing surprising. They were just introductory books for Meng Tong in ordinary schools. They were "Primary School", "Ritual and Music", and "Guanzhi". The woman found that the three books were old and old, but there was no trace of dirt or stain on them. A certain person's image suddenly appeared in her mind. The woman shook her head and asked casually: "Yang "Hua, how much is the price of the book "Elementary School" in Da Li Capital?"

The woman holding the sword with her back to the door had a cold voice, and she replied respectfully: "If you return to your empress, it will cost you as much as sixty liters." , as little as forty liters."

The woman sighed and said, "It seems that the greater the principles of the Confucian sages, the less valuable they are."

The woman. She stacked the three Mongolian classics in their original positions again and patted the "Guanzhi" on the top. She revealed a hint of sarcasm and sneered: "If there were no novelists who helped to fuel the fire, for thousands of years, He spares no effort to walk around the big cities, streets and alleys to give good words, but he is willing to be an unworthy official and an unofficial historian. Confucianism cannot sit in this world, and it will definitely not be able to sit firmly in the courtyard."

The old man coughed lightly and said in a low voice: "I need to be careful what I say, this is not the right place to speak freely."

The woman smiled and said: "Don't worry, Qi Jingchun reached an agreement with the superiors after his death, so there will be no such thing here." Someone is watching again. Do you think that without Qi Jingchun, the stagnant Lizhu Cave, a place that has not had any major mistakes for thousands of years, can deserve the attention of those big shots?"

Old man? Still insisting on his opinion, "It's better to be careful, Madam.".

The woman smiled sweetly and said softly: "Okay, okay, that's all I won't complain about." Xu Hunran, you really need to learn from Liang Song in this regard. Others know how to observe words and emotions better than you. So let me see, Da Li said to the public that although Liang Song is your disciple, he is better than his master, and he has not wronged you at all. As for my uncle deliberately using words to hurt you, saying that disciples don’t have to be inferior to masters, you don’t have to worry about Xu Hunran. He is just that kind of person. He likes to mess up bookcases after hearing a few words from scholars. ”

The old man named Xu Hunran didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He could only sigh, thinking that you are not as comforting as your empress.

Just thinking about the encounter with the vassal king on the way south. As he passed by, the old man's mood suddenly became solemn. Although Song Changjing looked tired at that time, as if he was seriously injured after a life-and-death battle, but since he dared to take the initiative to lift the car curtain in front of him, it meant that Song Changjing was very serious. It is possible to make further progress along the way of martial arts. Although the possibility of reaching the tenth realm is extremely small, after reaching the peak of the ninth realm, Song Changjing every time he takes a step forward, even if it is only half a step, then for the seventh and eighth realms of martial arts For a master, the difference of half a step may be equivalent to the difference between them.

This white-faced and beardless old man is well-known in the court and the public, and is known as the first swordsman in Dali. , the suffix of "Master", like the word "Master" after someone's surname among many scholars, has a very important weight. The genius swordsman Liang Song who died at the hands of Song Changjing was Xu Hunran's most proud disciple. The old man regards him as his own son, and this hatred is not a big one.

Xu Hunran likes to keep a sword in his sleeve. The sword is called Baique, but it is extremely powerful. It is said that it can be used in an instant. Flying back and forth for more than a hundred miles, the sword has been returned to the sleeve, and the person is not yet dead. The method is fierce and unpredictable.

The woman sat down on the bed, raised her hand and patted the bed board, "Don't count. Living in a wealthy family was quite comfortable. "

The young woman holding the sword in her arms said softly: "My Majesty has good intentions for His Highness, straining his mind and straining his muscles and bones.

The woman stood up and said with a smile: "This is hypocritical. The child who really suffers is the orphan next door. My family Mu'er can't be called suffering." "

She walked to the wall, thought for a while, and murmured: "The few pages of ancient books given to us by the Lu family on Fulu Street, the magical powers recorded on them have a long history and can no longer be verified. The major talisman sects of Taoism today are very different. I remember one of the pages recorded an interesting little spell. What is the spell? Oh, I remembered, give it a try. "

The woman turned her back to the young woman at the door and smiled: "You go directly to the next yard and wait for me to open the door. "

"The sky and the earth are connected, and the mountain walls are connected. They are as soft as apricot blossoms and as thin as paper pages. I point my sword and open the door quickly, in accordance with the laws of Mr. Three Mountains and Nine Marquises! "

The woman did not have the most important piece of talisman in her hand. She just recited the incantation, extended her finger forward a little, and then strolled through the wall, causing a slight ripple behind her.

The woman walked to aIn the dilapidated house surrounded by bare walls, the family sighed: "Some people have a good life, and they can enjoy blessings no matter what they do. Some people have a bad life, and they are born to endure hardship. If you were born into the wrong child, who can you reason with? Even if you find the right owner, you can't Do you dare to speak? Little guy, if you know the truth in the future, you will at least have to deal with Yunxia Mountain, Zhengyang Mountain and Shujian Lake. When you find me, it will be the Year of the Ox and the Horse. This is what you need first. We have to get out of the Great Li territory alive."

She turned and looked at the wall, "Mr. Sanshan Jiuhou, what is your identity? We don't have such a number one person in Dongbaopingzhou. Could it be that we have lost it?" The ancient god with incense and golden body? If so, why does this little spell still work?"

She couldn't figure out the answer for the time being, so she thought about going back to Dali Capital to check again, or asking Cui Han. It's not impossible to ask. Anyway, if you are close to the water, it will be useless if you don't ask. She went to open the door, pulled out the latch and failed to open it. Then she remembered that the door must be locked, so she had to use a little force to break the copper lock. After pulling the door open, she saw that the courtyard door was wide open. Looking at the sword-holding maid and swordsman Xu Hunran, she asked: "You just broke in like this? Are you still being reasonable? Find someone to fix it later, don't forget."

She walked towards the courtyard gate. , add, "The locks on the house door are also replaced with exactly the same locks."

The old swordsman and the woman holding the sword are obviously accustomed to this.

The burly man standing in Mud Bottle Alley frowned.

After the woman walked out of the yard, she suddenly stopped and said, "Yang Hua, follow the steps of my Mu'er when he was seven years old, and walk sixty-three steps to the right."

The woman behind her turned sideways and faced the high wall, "This should be right here."

The woman looked at the mud wall that was not strange at all, and said bitterly : "Song Yuzhang deserves to die."

She quickly returned to her normal calm and calm expression, and asked with a smile: "You heard me tell you about this secret matter back then. Where do you think the crux is? What can I do?" What can you do for Mu'er?"

The young woman shook her head and said, "I don't know, and I don't dare to speculate."

The woman sighed, a little sad, "My family. There are two knots in Mu'er's heart. The first one is, of course, that in the heavy rain, he was chased all the way from the alley by a poor man with mud legs. He strangled his neck and pressed him against the wall unable to move. With his temperament, Mu'er must have been very angry. At that time, Mu'er was still young. In addition to losing face, Mu'er must have been frightened by her murderous peers."

The woman's eyes suddenly became fierce. Stretching out his palm, he gently pressed it against the rough mud wall, "The second knot is very interesting. So interesting that it made me feel guilty for the first time in my life. . So after he met Fu Nanhua from Laolongcheng, he still couldn't make up his mind to change the person to be killed from Liu Xianyang. "

The young woman finally became curious. , but serve thisA lady is like accompanying a king like a tiger, so naturally she will not be stupid enough to ask.

The woman put away her palm, wiped it on the sleeve of the woman holding the sword, and began to turn and walk towards the alley. She suddenly showed a bit of coquettishness. Although she was a woman and a mother, she was actually She didn't have any charm, she said angrily: "Mu'er just said that you Chen Ping'an was born on the fifth day of May. After you killed your parents, because you lived in the ancestral home, your parents couldn't be reincarnated, so it's best not to live at home. , I need to move out quickly.”

The more the woman spoke, the more annoyed she became, “What does it mean to say a few jokes? You, Chen Pingan, believe it is true. You are too stupid to go to the Long Kiln to bake porcelain. How can you blame my family Mu'er for the broken oath? What's more, how much money is your little bastard's oath worth? If you believe this, you are simply seeking death. Even if you are a Qi practitioner in the upper five realms who can live as long as your country, who is not struggling to pursue a true immortal golden body and a pure body? How can you, a young man in the market? Can you afford to pay?"

The woman gritted her teeth and said, "You little bitch, what a sin!"

A golden sword tassel lay lightly on her chest. The woman holding the sword had a calm expression.

Swordsman Xu Hunran turned a deaf ear to this and did not take it seriously.

Only the burly man walking at the end frowned again.

When the woman was about to walk out of Mud Bottle Alley, she suddenly turned around.

Almost at the same time, the young woman and the old swordsman moved to the left and right sides respectively to make way for the woman to see.

The woman now had a smile on her face, which was both charming and innocent, with a paradoxical allure. She asked softly: "Why, Wang Yifu, do you think something is wrong?"

The woman was not surprised at all, but laughed and said: "As expected of Wang Yifu, the number one general of the Lu Dynasty !”

The old swordsman, who was accustomed to squinting to see people and things, could hardly see his eyes, and his sword energy filled the narrow alley.

Debris of the mud wall kept falling to the ground.

The woman holding the sword quietly took a step back, as if to give more battlefield space to the sword master Xu Hunran.

She looked at the burly man not far away, with a sarcastic smile on her lips.

A homeless dog with a broken back still dares to bark?

This man named Wang Yifu was once one of the generals of the Lu Dynasty. He came from a family of top generals. His ancestors were all generals on the battlefield. Before Wang Yifu surrendered, his status was equivalent to that of the Shangzhu Kingdom of the Great Li Dynasty. Song Changjing, the God of the Great Li Army, had named Wang Yifu for a good fight a long time ago. This man's ability to lead an army in battle was not outstanding, but his personal strength was extremely high. Although he is a Qi practitioner, he has the strong physique of an eighth-level martial artist, is proficient in sword skills, and can control the powerful Yin Shen who can control the famous jade stone to fight with him. He can be said to be the leader of the Lu DynastyCountless true masters.

The woman stretched out her small palm like mutton-fat jade and shook it, "Xu Hunran, don't be nervous. General Wang is a reasonable person, but he is a little too upright. Now he is in the same camp. , Don’t be beaten to death if you disagree.”

Xu Hunran silently put away the mighty sword energy in his sleeve.

But the woman said at the next moment: "I will only send the people Wang Yifu sacrificed his life and dignity to protect, not to the place agreed before, but to the palace, or "Jiaofangsi?"

Wang Yifu looked at her with clenched fists, blue veins bulging, and bloodshot eyes.

The woman said calmly: "Before, I only said that it was enough to save my life, so you, Wang Yifu, don't take my Bodhisattva heart as a matter of course."

Wang Yifu suddenly She smiled and said: "Your Majesty is right, my subordinate was wrong."

The woman smiled and said: "It's good that you know your mistake. Then you don't have to follow us when you get out of this clay bottle alley." Go and take off the head of the previous inspector, and then find a wooden box to put it in. I may need it in the future."

Wang Yifu said in surprise: "Song Yuzhang requested it by name. Officials who came here, Madam, you have said before that this person has supporters in the Ministry of Rites and the Qintian Prison, why do you want to kill him?"

The woman asked with a smile: "Do you need a reason to kill? Then what do I do as a queen?"

Wang Yifu sighed, clasped his fists and lowered his head and said, "I accept my orders."

After the four of them walked out of Mud Bottle Alley, Wang Yifu and The remaining three went their separate ways.

When the burly man who surrendered to Dali to serve his empress completely disappeared, Xu Hunran couldn't help but sneered: "What a tough-minded Wang Yifu, haha, now he doesn't even have bones and backbone." "

The woman did not go to the crowded street, but chose a secluded alley and laughed at herself: "I really thought I had done something, and I couldn't tell the difference between good and bad. ?”

The old swordsman didn’t know how to reply for a moment, so he just kept silent.

The woman looked up at the blue sky and sighed for no reason: "Only when I was there, I realized that Qi Jingchun, a scholar, is really amazing."

"It's our big brother Li can't stand him."

"Such a wonderful man, I just wish he couldn't be used by me. No wonder your Majesty is in a depressed mood these days and sighs often."

"It's a pity. No matter how powerful Qi Jingchun is, he will still die after all."

The woman sighed all the way, but she was speaking from the bottom of her heart.

When the woman was silent for a long time and stopped talking. Xu Hunran remembered something, first he waved his sleeves, and the sword energy spread all around, and then asked in a low voice: "Empress, we just killed a young man from a back alley who suddenly became rich, are we making a big deal out of something?"

The woman seemed too lazy to answer this kind of question, and said casually: "Yang Hua, tell me."

The woman holding the sword said coldly: "Lion Fighting"Rabbit, a fatal blow. "

The old swordsman was speechless.

The woman twitched her lips and said, "Although my uncle is a martial artist, he has a saying that is very good. To deal with any enemy, tens of thousands of them must be used." Don't give him your head. ”

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Unlike his colleagues from the Ministry of Rites who stayed in Taoye Lane, Song Yuzhang lived alone in Qilong Lane, a house whose owner had just moved out.

Song Yuzhang opened the door and sat at the table. There was a wine pot, a plate of salted peanuts, and a large bowl of white wine. This former supervisor had taken root in this small town. For fifteen years, whatever he ate or drank, the taste was all too familiar.

When he saw a burly man appear out of thin air in the courtyard, Mr. Song, who had just picked up the wine bowl, smiled. Laughing, “It’s finally here.

He raised the white bowl high and asked, "Can you wait until I finish drinking this bowl of wine?" "

The uninvited guest hesitated for a moment and nodded.

Song Yuzhang seemed to be afraid that the guest would be impatient, so he drank up half a bowl of soju in one gulp, with a rosy face, and asked: " Can you give me a message to the young man named Song Jixin? Well, he should be called Song Mu from now on. "

The middle-aged man had a hint of pleading in his eyes, "Can you tell him that that guy named Song Yuzhang has been wanting to get a Spring Festival couplets from him for so many years? "

The burly man shook his head decisively this time and said: "No! "

Song Yuzhang took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, his face was full of relief, and he said softly: "When I was young, I loved reading travel notes. I saw that the old dragon city at the southernmost tip of Dongbaopingzhou had strong tides all year round. Shooting on the shore, the world is spectacular. Then think of this bowl of great wine as the tide water of the South China Sea. ”

Wang Yifu strode forward and broke the neck of the Dali Ministry of Rites official with one hand.

After the killing, Wang Yifu felt no pleasure and gently let him lie on the table. As if he was drunk.

As a man who had lost his country and a defeated army, Wang Yifu poured himself a bowl of wine, drank silently, and finally said something to the dead man on the other side of the table: " It turns out that scholars also have good heads. ”