beg for chivalry

On the sixth day of June, Xiayang is hot.This day is the Tiankuang Festival. During the day, every household hangs their clothes on bamboo poles to dry. Round-brimmed hats, scarves, and jujube clothes are hung all over the place. The streets and alleys seem to be strung together with dark brown curtains.

The sun is rising like a fire umbrella, and the heat is steaming. Everyone is rushing to fetch water to bathe. The tile market is cooler, and only some peddlers selling ice yuanzi are yelling and selling, and their voices are melodious, swinging on the hot soil. on the way.

"roll!"

Suddenly there was a loud shout from the painted door covered with colorful tricks.

Suddenly, a scholar-like man wrapped in a square scarf rolled onto the road in embarrassment.

There was a gray and black shoe print on his chest, obviously someone had kicked him in the chest.He was thrown out with several volumes of Chinese texts, the cotton thread was broken, and the pages of the books were flying in the sky like butterflies.

One foot stomped hard on the paper. The person who came was a strong man wearing a red tasseled hat, he was the head of the theater department.

"Such pedantic and boring writing can be used to act?" The head of the class stared tiger-eyed, spat on the scholar's face, and yelled, "My surname is Wan, you are a person who has been in music, why are you pretending to be noble? Think about it for yourself, will anyone watch the drama staged on these few pages of torn paper?"

The scholar surnamed Wan wiped his face, took out a white towel and wiped it off carefully, and just looked at the head of the class with his mouth pursed.The corners of his eyes were slightly red, not because of grievance, but because of resentment.

The head of the class looked at the scholar, as if he was looking at a short-tailed goose struggling to stretch its long neck in the mud, and it made people feel angry.He knelt down and patted Scholar Wan's face, as if to comfort him, but suddenly slapped the scholar loudly.

"Stupid! Don't we talk about classics and history, can't we write anecdotes about gods and ghosts, and romance books? Go get a few volumes of Furong Mandarin Duck Cibooks!"

Wan Shusheng stood up covering his face, tidied up the papers on the floor, and staggered away silently.The squad leader's yelling and scolding and the scorching sun fell on his body together, burning him so painfully.

There are a few lonely tile-roofed houses in the west of the city, and the banyan fruits have fallen to the ground, exuding a ripe and rotten breath amidst the noisy cicadas.Wan Shusheng lowered his head and moved back to the brick-roofed house step by step.Someone was squatting beside the green bricks, washing the oil pan with the running water in the crevices of the stones. Seeing him come back, he threw a fruit up and said with a smile.

"Great scholar, are you back?"

This man was wearing a bright green narrow-sleeved shirt, with a shaven bald head, but wearing a brain strap. He smiled kindly, but he was indescribably slippery.Seeing Wan Shusheng dragging his feet back at this moment, he narrowed his eyes and smiled more affectionately than seeing his own wife.

This person is a celebrity among actors, his nickname is Qian Xian'er, and he doesn't know where he came from.I heard from the head of the team that this person has been home for many times, that he is the best at writing romance books, that he has a lot of wine, and that he has a good knowledge of strange things. Although the words he writes are disgusting, they always attract people crowd.

Qian Xian'er chewed the oily nacre, and suddenly laughed.

"why are you laughing?"

"I laughed at you for looking prudish, but you are really old-fashioned!" Qian Xian'er chuckled, "Look at your face that is doing nothing, must the boss have lost your words again? Let me tell you, as long as you move The holder of the pen, with flowers in it, writes one or two strokes about the upside-down phoenix and phoenix, and the joy of fish and water, and a little mention of the hole drilled over the wall and Han Shou stealing fragrance. , you can make a lot of money in a blink of an eye!"

Wan Shusheng blushed and cursed, "Shameless!"

"What's wrong with being shameless?" Qian Xian'er grinned her white teeth, "What we people want is to survive, to be rich and honored, and we talk about etiquette, justice, honor and shame after we are full." He jumped off the stone bricks, wet A dripping hand patted Wan Shusheng on the shoulder. "Hey, seeing how poor you are, brother, let me tell you a way."

Even though he was quite reluctant, Wan Shusheng still raised his ears.

"Isn't there a Martial League meeting in Fengyuan City recently? Ordinary people can't see it, but they are very interested. I'm used to writing Fengyue books, and I can't write them. If you want, you can write some words. "

Qian Xian'er poohed the fruit core on the ground, pointed at his shoulder and said, "It's like Miss Feiyan is infatuated with the third son of the Northern Sect, and drunk spring garden welcomes the traitor Yongding gang, anyway, no one has seen it, so why is it so absurd. "

These words were shameless, and Wan Shusheng frowned when he heard them.

"Why, don't you want to write anymore?" Qian Xian'er seemed to expect him to act like this, and burst into laughter again, "Know everything, know everything, why can't you understand this truth? The more humble you write, the more you write." Despicable, on the contrary, the more people like it. Over the past thousands of years, dynasties have changed, things have changed, but there is always one thing that remains the same, that is "desire", the desire for money, the desire for sex, has always been in the This world is hard to satisfy, so you have to rely on jokes to make up for it. You think that what you write is a noble thing, but it’s just a lonely and self-admired one!"

Qian Xian'er viciously stretched out her hand and pushed Wan Scholar.Wan Shusheng was staggered by his push and push, and almost fell into the mud on the stone steps.

When I looked back, the bald head had disappeared.

There was a paper bag on the ground, which seemed to be left by Qian Xian'er.

Wan Shusheng picked it up and opened it, and there were two copper coins inside, but it exuded a strong smell, as if it had been drowned by a dog.For a moment, Qian Xian'er's laughing face seemed to flash before his eyes.

This is a humiliation to him, because Wan Shusheng is ashamed of his pocket and hungry, and these two copper coins that were drowned by dogs must be accepted.

Gritting his teeth, he flushed the copper coin into the water, wiped it clean with his robe, and carefully put it into the shriveled money bag.

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Dongcang Street was crowded with people, black heads rising one after another.This is the busiest street in Fengyuan City. Carriers, rice wine sellers, non-staple food sellers, all kinds of peddlers are mixed on the street, and there are endless shouts.

There was a tea shop at the end of the street. Wan Shusheng walked over slowly and sat on the threshold in a daze. There were some stalls on the street selling broken cakes for worship. He was very hungry, but he could only watch with his eyes.There are a few Chinese writers like him sneaking around in the shop, pointing and pointing at the tea drinkers.

"Hey, I see the one that looks like the Crane Walking Gate, with a black border and white robe, and a crane on the sleeve. You remember his appearance, and write it in silver characters later."

"The man was holding a sword, his description was rough, and he looked like a person from Daxing. Hey, isn't this place not far from Zuichun Garden? I understand, let's write 'Yongding Gang holds up the sky with a sword, and the drunken girl's voice is charming. Again and again'!"

Wan Shusheng knew that his colleagues were looking for the participants of the Martial League Conference to write nonsense.The more weird and weird the writing of this kind of fighting between warriors is, the more attractive it will be to listen to. If you add a few more indulgent things, it will be very popular.

Ordinary people don't know anything about martial arts. If they want to hear that those peerless masters have emotions and desires like ordinary people, and even do things like stealing fragrance and jade, they will naturally be very satisfied.

But he never did it.He was implicated by his ancestors and became a member of music, but he didn't like to write about vulgar world affairs in his heart.Wan Shusheng looked at the crowd dejectedly, becoming more and more upset. He made up his mind that he would return to Pengmen when he had saved enough money, and stop doing this nonsense business.

The sun was hanging brightly in the sky, and Wan Shusheng was walking aimlessly along the streets and alleys. His face was covered with sweat, and his eyes were fixed on the road. He didn't know where to stop, and he couldn't even remember who he was Since when did you start taking steps.

A bright and vivid orange suddenly rolled into the eyelid.

He froze for a moment, and his throat suddenly started to roll.The skin of the huge mandarin orange is soft, it seems to be ripe, just touch it and it will flow out honey-sweet juice.

A terrible sense of hunger gripped his body and mind, and he bent over to touch the citrus, but he met a cold hand.

That hand picked up the tangerine first.Wan Shusheng was stunned, but when he raised his head, he saw a man in white wearing a bamboo hat standing in front of him.

But he saw that the man had a long knife tied around his waist, and the white gauze trembled slightly in the wind, so he couldn't see his face clearly.She is said to be a woman, but she is a little taller; she is said to be a man, but her figure is extremely soft, ethereal like drifting snow.

But when Scholar Wan saw the knife, his heart was shocked and he was dumbfounded.

His writing is boring, but he has a wide range of knowledge. He has experienced the mountains, rivers, vegetation, and various forms of the world, so he is worthy of the name "Jack of all trades".At this moment, he saw the origin of the knife.

Jade White Sword.The best knife in the world.

Wan Shusheng was worrying about how to write some anecdotes about the martial arts conference, and secretly envied his colleagues for finding a martial artist, but he didn't want Yubai swordsman to stand in front of him at this moment!

The man seemed puzzled why he was so shocked, tilted his head and was in a daze for a while.

Suddenly the swordsman suddenly realized, and pulled out the sword quickly.

"Wait, wait, Wan is not trying to harm you...!" Wan Shusheng hurriedly waved his hands.

He heard that some chivalrous men are suspicious and overwhelmed, and often kill people with a single word of disagreement. If he acts suspiciously like him and tries every means to get close to someone, he will die on the street if he is not sure. soles of feet.

Unexpectedly, a knife flashed in front of his eyes, and half a tangerine was handed to him.

Holding the knife, the swordsman cut the fruit in half and gave half to Wan Shusheng.

Yu Qiuxia smiled with some confusion:

"Give you."