From the Bird

It's stabbing.

The match burned brightly and lit a cigarette.

Cha's knife lay on a bald donkey, staring at the sky.

Cao Yongchang rode another donkey, Fei Lei took him to Cha Xiaodao, and returned to Li Yan. The two donkeys were bought by the two to hurry.

At this time it was cloudy, and it was almost night again. Strange rocks on the road, wild grass and weeds, the strong wind blowing the mist, and three scented mud blocks pressed down a pile of swaying money, such wild graves can be seen everywhere in the wilderness.

"Ugh!"

Cha Xiaodao, who was lying on the donkey, dropped the match aside, and muttered contentedly in his mouth: "If there is smoke and no fire, it will be difficult to achieve a positive result. If there is fire and smoke, it will be difficult to be a god."

Cao Yongchang followed the way and couldn't help asking: "Uncle, you're in trouble with General Li."

"It's a mess, good-bye, he'll see each other."

Cha Xiaodao stunned.

Cao Yongchang made a face: "I don't believe in you."

Cha Xiaodao laughed.

He and Cao Yongchang passed through Zhejiang to Jiangxi last night, because they were wanted, and they lacked Li Yan's official asylum. These two people haven't entered the city these days, and even the village houses rarely stay. Hunting pheasant hare, plucking wild fruit mountain spring to fill the hunger, to check the skill of the knife, life is quite nourishing.

However, the premise is not to worry about some trouble.

Cha Xiaodao now also has three dragon and tiger flags on his body. It is the easiest to provoke the charm and charm, but the government is still chasing after him. Ti Qi and the gods of various provinces have squeezed into Jiangxi. It is necessary to take Cha Xiaodao's head to close the case.

Seven or eight miles away. Cha Xiaodao saw a straw shed in front of him, with two Baxian tables and soup pot firewood in it, and a large tea character waving in the wind, but there were no guests.

My uncle and nephew haven't seen Cereal for a few days. They simply tied the donkey into the shop, but found it very unusual.

The wild wind was bleak, and there were a few big men sitting crooked in the shed, all unkempt, with weed-like hair growing wildly, and blood-stained kitchen knives in the waist. At first glance, it wasn't a serious person, but there was no better choice for the two because they could not be in front of the village and not in the store.

Even more frightening is the mountain of flesh and bones piled up in the basket, and even a few broken hands can be seen.

There is no doubt that this is a black shop that kills and robs goods.

"Excuse me, do you have any food?"

Cao Yongchang asked when he entered, and he glanced at the basket and said, "The steamed buns and grilled ravioli are the best. Don't pickle in the basket."

A vicious man carrying a toothpick smiled. He pulled out the kitchen knife on the chopping board and smirked. "This sale is really getting better and better. This kind of situation is coming to the door. I say kid ..."

Cao Yongchang suddenly clenched his fist, struck Tiantian with a heavy kick on the wicked man's chin, followed the clasp in the palm of the gossip, and ran forward into the man's arms, seizing the knife against his neck, and the man was scared. When a spirit dared not move, Cao Yongchang pulled his neck collar and pressed his head on the table, staring at a few dumb-skinned dudes who said fiercely: "The tortoise son who has no eyes is full of evil in front of my uncle? Blind yours eye."

Cha Xiaodao held the black mud in the nail seam and didn't know if he should cry or laugh, but Li Yan taught him a few hands, which are considered to be used today.

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"Thousands of miles away, you have to bid farewell. Please come back."

Li Yan took Feilei's reins and punched the team in front of the city gate.

The Chen Yuewu family stood in front of the city gate and came to see him off. At the same place, there were Xue Shengzao and a few hundred households in the local health center. About a dozen people looked shabby. This should not be the treatment that should be given to the hero who killed the Pork King and wiped out Chen Ke's evil.

Xue Shengzao shook his head and sighed: "I thought that Zhu Changyun was a big man, but he was also a reasonable person. I didn't expect him to have such a small belly, and he didn't talk about each of them decently, I really don't know how he became a hero. Of the Governor of Yunmen. "

Li Yan didn't care: "When the ambassadors of the dynasty arrived in the backcountry, they first bowed down to some gentlemen and merchants, but it was so easy to get rid of the monsters, and now they are making a lot of noises. After reading the sage books for so many years, it is not to be with rude Wufu The flat-headed people speak of their decentness. "

"Zhen Fumo leave."

He had just spoken, but he saw a rushing crowd coming from the end of the alley, looking at people dressed in linen.

Some of them held the umbrella of the people, and a dozen strong men pushed merit monuments to drive here. Several goatee bearded villagers walked in the forefront, and their mouths called "Li Shouxie" and "Tianshidao". Seems to be off for Li Yan.

Chen Yuewu said this: "Although this policy changes with others, it still falls in the public opinion. The achievements of Li Zhenfu must be clear to the people."

Li Yan only glanced at him and stopped looking at him. He rushed to you and said, "Dear everyone, I'm going. Father Chen, thank you all the way, Xue Dujian, there will be a period."

One of the 100 families who came to see him blurted out: "Li Zhenfu, loved by the public, you still have to accept the people's umbrella and water and wine before leaving."

"Thank you, Mr. Zhu, for your family. He has received this kind of thought from Li. Only in the official world, I won't deal with it. Let's go and save the time to blush."

The so-called Wanmin Umbrella, love boots, or play in the field most, can not say that there is really no, Ke Changguo so many victims who can not afford to eat, how can there be money for the official monument?

This is Zhu Changyun's unwillingness to see off a few ranks of generals, but it's not bad to leave it alone, only to play such a show for Li Yan. It can also be regarded as the Governor of Transport, giving due respect to Zhejiang's great contribution to the disaster.

The people present were not invisible, but Huahua Jiao was lifted by everyone, no one pierced. Li Yan himself hated it and simply ignored it.

Li Yan said to oust his horse, and Chen Yuewu said, "Take care of my lord."

"What else is going on, Father?"

Chen Yuewu smiled: "I asked a person to go to Liaodong to ask you about the caress. I have no relatives, two wives, and two sleeves. I originally had a few acres of thin fields and wanted to give them to the care of the town. With a little heart, it's not easy to open your mouth now. "

He took two watermelon-sized jars from his subordinates.

"This is Jinzhou's Shihlin, and the adult is working in Liaodong. It must be smooth. You take it."

Li Yan took the wine, thanked him, and patted him away.

The demon horse Fei Lei came out of the city five miles, and there was a Bowang Pavilion around the hillside. On the pavilion, there was a man with a black eyebrow and a scholarly dress in his fifties. He was holding the lute in his arms, and there was a sound of iron whistling.

Seeing this, Li Yan strangled the horse and looked at the people for a while. This person also looked at Li Yan,

"Good spirit, good horse."

Mo Houguang said.

Li Yan got off the horse and rushed to give someone a gift: "This is the famous slogan from Jiangsu and Zhejiang, Mr. Mohouguang Mo. I have a child who told me about you."

"I often hear Yongchang mention the soothing. Although he talked about his dry uncle's fire slaughter in words, it is not difficult to hear, and he has deep feelings for the adult."

Li Yan was unwilling to be polite: "I don't know why Mr. Mo approached me."

Mo Houguang smiled, and wrinkles appeared in the corners of his eyes: "This is a long story. My husband, I usually drink alcohol, but I don't like the rice wine in Daguan's house. I prefer to drink Shaoji, whether it is Shaoxing Nansha or Apricot. Huafen, I like it so much. However, the only thing I do n’t know about is the Shilinyao in Jinzhou, which I ’ve heard for a long time. It ’s really dazzling. I heard a few days ago that the sea crocodile Chen Yuewu specifically asked for two altars from Jinzhou. I burned it to Shangguan and later learned that this Shangguan is to calm you down, this, this ... "

Li Yan glanced back at the altar hanging on the horse's butt, and laughed abruptly: "Why do you all like this tone?"

"Huh? What did Li Zhenfu say?"

Li Yan took off the altar, rushed to the back and waved, "Please."

Mohouguang nodded with a smile, and the two entered the pavilion.

Li Yan pulled the mud seal and found that the altar of gold shochu was still covered with a layer of rice paper dipped in deer blood. The deer blood was soaked in liquor and golden in color.

Mo Houguang handed over a silver dagger, and Li Yan used it to pierce the rice paper, and the strong wine fragrance spread out.

Fei Lei hissed, and two forefingers knocked on the ground.

When Li Yan saw this, he took a sea bowl, poured a large bowl of Shihlin, and put it on the railing. The liquor was pale yellow. Fei Leima got together and sniffed, sticking out his rough big tongue and licking it with taste.

Mo Houguang took out two horn cups from his sleeves and filled them, took the cup in front of himself and took a sip. I just felt that my pores were widening, and a fiery Huigan went straight from the lower abdomen to the Tianling Cap, and my body suddenly warmed up.

"Okay, okay!"

Li Yan also picked up the cup and tasted two bites. He quietly touched and did not speak.

Mohouguang held the wine glass: "I heard people say that this Shilin roast is made from Guangning barley, black shell red sorghum, and pine pollen. The process is as complicated as Kannai. Famous wine. "

He sighed contentedly: "The world says that the south wine belongs to Shaoxing and the north wine belongs to Cangzhou. Manchu dignitaries love drinking Cang wine, who can think of a wordless, unknown wine cellar outside Guanguan. Come on ... "

Mohouguang suddenly looked up: "What do you think?"

"Wine?"

"Of course it is."

"OK."

After hearing this, Mo Houguang was not happy: "Chen Yuewu sent you this shih-lam, it's an extraordinary product. This is an ordinary product. I want to hear Li Zhenfu's opinion. What is good wine?"

Li Yan revealed his recollection: "I once asked for two bottles of Taiqing Hongyun in Ryukyu, which should be considered good quality."

Mo Houguang trembled with a smile: "Soothing such a heroic character, you ca n’t rely on drinking some wine. You are Beifu ’s Zhenfu, how did you get to Ryukyu? Not to mention that Taiyun Hongyun is a Han Digong wine, Even the **** emperor can't drink it now. Who in Ryukyu can have such a good wine? "

Li Yan smiled: "I have a bad memory, but I want to say that there are so many fine wines in the world, and it is not the only rookie in Shilin Shao. One day later, it is not a layman like you and me who intervened. Oh, I'm talking about wine. "

"natural."

Mohouguang looked a little unhappy, but quickly shook his head: "I can't drink the liquor that calms adults."

"Oh?"

Mo Houguang stretched out a finger drunkenly: "Zhen Fu fights and kills the pig king, and he is immersed in professionalism. Even though the ancestor of Jinshan is the head of the three demon in the hidden world, he may not be your opponent. Listen to me, the dragon and tiger flags are dangerous. It is not so simple, but it is a matter of setting the direction. Mo Shanggan Guangdong found the trouble of the Jinshan, and honestly handed the flag down the mountain, and do not reward it. The benefits of soothing you afterwards will be inevitable, otherwise, cough. "

Mohouguang coughed twice.

"Li Moujiewufu, I can't hear such a warning without heads and tails. Mr. Mo wants me to believe you. It is too difficult to rely on red lips and white teeth."

Mo Houguang was a little drunk, but he still turned his face: "Okay, although I am the second-best sing-song, but walking the rivers and lakes, I have a little eyesight, and when the town reaches Jiangxi, I can verify three things, if not , Zhen Fuquan, when the old man is crazy, fool. "

"Mr. Mo, please."

Mo Houguang lowered his voice: "I expect that around September, the government will siege the dry light hole and return with a victory. One of them is that there will be an outbreak of civil strife in Tianshi Road. There are high-level guards in Taiyi Pavilion. Force the dragon and tiger heaven master. This is the second; then, the Japanese will inevitably treat me as a big soldier in the sea, and this is the third. Li Zhenfu must get out before all three things are fulfilled, otherwise he will regret it late. "

Li Yan's face sank: "Why did Mr. Mo say so earth-shattering words, let alone talk about state affairs, it is not his job."

Mohouguang shook his head: "I should be tired of being a human language, and I love to listen to the autumn tomb ghosts singing songs. I just sing taci, know more people, and know more things, but this wave of turbulent situation, like me It is the flowers in the fog. The ideas of the big ones are not what I can understand, but the adults are comforted to expel the pig king, keep the people safe, and kill the people with fire and indignation. Except for Zhejiang Shen Ke, two knives overthrow the official pus, and you Such people. They should not be caught in the chaos of the Emperor of God, the Master of Heaven, and the Tai Sui Tian Yao. "

The more he spoke, the quieter he became, apparently drunk.

Li Yan listened and quietly looked at Mo Houguang for a while.

"Mr. is also an amazing river and lake man, thank you for pointing me."

Li Yan untied his big **** to cover Mo Houguang, then stood up and pulled the rein of Fei Lei, who was faint, and stepped out of the pavilion by holding it.

In the city's official residence, Zhu Changyun cleared his hands and listened to the rewards of his men.

"Then Li Zhenfu only let a few close people, and Xue Dujian gave them away, and they left the city. Several squire's umbrellas were not sent out."

"I know, it doesn't get in the way," Zhu Changyun sighed. In fact, he also admired Li Zhenfu, but admired and admired him, the fire was too involved, and he couldn't help himself.

"By the way, at the noodle stall across the street, there is a casual beggar who talks about the butchery. Let it go. Don't tell him to make rumors, and next time, lock him into the cell."

"Yes."

These days, there are crazy reports in the city. The fire is slaughtering knives and killing corrupt officials and cruel officials to kill the people. Everywhere, people say similar narrative dictations, sugar man's words, only to use official power to suppress it.

The man hurried out of the house and went across the street. Sure enough, a large group of people were eating noodles while listening to a beggar-like person talking vividly about how the check knife burned Baoxiangtai, how to break into Yemen and kill the county magistrate. Kill the prefecture in a thousand troops ...

Suddenly, he suddenly yelled, and the beggar knew that it was terrible and ran away. He hurried to chase after him, and even some diners hurriedly paid for the meal.

The master of the noodle shop found that many people took the opportunity to escape the order, but he could only curse a bit of stigma. The old man with only a gray robe on the stand did not move. His eyes were very deep, and a stick was sticking in his arms. crimson.

"I said the boss. Why is that epic called Fire Slaughter killing an officer?"

The gray robe old man opened his mouth, but he had a northwestern accent.

"You old foreigner ask about so many things, and why?" The noodle shop owner looked around and whispered, "There is a lack of morality as an official."

"Oh, oh. Also, they can't change it." The old man nodded: "Fire slaughter, fire slaughter ..."

He unpacked and laid down three copper coins, and limped away, sticking Mugen.

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