"How many people were buried under this Fire Prayer Sect."

The pedestrians were coming and going on the official road, and cicadas were chirping one after another. Lu Liangsheng repeated the sentence, staring at the word "Zhou" written on the tea on the table.

Opposite, Zuo Zhengyang slammed his fist on the table with one arm, splashing out the tea water, and the chopstick cage trembled, and he lowered his voice.

"These people deserve to be killed!"

"Um."

Lu Liangsheng gently touched the handwriting written by the water stain, and the word "博" turned into a stream condensed on the scholar's fingertips, covering it with his cuffs.

"But Qianwei should not use his sword in this matter. You have just entered the practice of cultivation. It is difficult to walk on the Shura path."

As he said that, he got up and walked out of the tea shed, untied the reins of the old donkey, looked up at the sky, the warm sunlight shone on his face, only the Taoist on the other side, Zuo Zheng Yangneng heard the voice.

"I'll do it!"

Lu Liangsheng led the old donkey and walked through the intertwined pedestrians, and then showed his appearance. He was already like a middle-aged Confucian scholar, with a beard of beard and an old robe, as if he was a sour scholar in his family.

The people and vendors who entered the city were vaguely in shape and walked straight through the pass.

In the tea shed, Taoist and Zuo Zhengyang looked at each other.

“What do we do?”

The latter grabbed the long knife, resisted his shoulders, and strode out of the tea shed: "Go to Ziling Mountain and wait for him."

......

Junyang City is located in the east of Linghezhou, facing the sea, with rich seafood. It has 16 townships, fertile fields on the west and south sides. Overall, it is much richer than other county towns in the state. It has a wide and clean street, high-eaves and lofts and shops, and low-eaves alleys. Pleaders carrying loads shouted and shouted from street to street.

The sun shines, and the afterglow is shining, just like the long streets in the past, people in green forests with different figures and dresses come and go with swords on their hands.

"There is a big shot in the meeting today. I heard that there are not many people who are happy, so I will go back later today."

"I don't know who it is?" "Yes, but the eldest brother still wants to accompany him. I heard that it seems to be from Ziling Mountain..."

"Don't talk too much."

A group of seven or eight people dressed as warriors talked to each other and walked past the middle of the long street. The passing green forest tourists were still vendors in the city, and the pedestrians hurriedly hid from both sides.

At this time, among the few people who had passed, a voice suddenly shouted: "Wait, there is a scholar over there."

Everyone who was moving forward stopped and looked in the direction of the direction indicated by their companions' chin. A middle-aged scholar, whose blue robe was white, had a scarf wrapped around his head, and he led a bald donkey sitting on the street, with his beard, as if he had been taking a shower for several days.

If an old man was born, it would not attract the attention of many people, but would sit there, embracing a sword, wrapped in a black shark with a scabbard, and inlaid with three red jades. Those who know the goods could see extraordinary at a glance.

The seven people looked at each other, and one of them suddenly said, "Ouch", walked over quickly, and pulled his voice away, and then went to get the sword in Lao Rusheng's hand.

"Didn't this just thrown away the day before yesterday? Why did you return it to me in your old guy's arms? Hurry up and return it to me!"

The middle-aged scholar hurriedly leaned towards the donkey, his eyes swept over the seven people who were pushing over, and hugged the sword in his arms tightly.

"How can it be you? This is passed down by my ancestors. I only took it out today and wanted to sell it."

"What are your ancestors? Aren't your ancestors here?"

Seeing that the words just now were not good, the tall man was a little embarrassed in front of his companion. He spat, rolled up his sleeves, and grabbed the sword from the old scholar's arms. He pulled it hard, but didn't pull it out, and quickly covered up the embarrassment.

"Let's see again when you go back."

Immediately, he waved to his companion: "I'll be happy when I'm leaving, I'll be happy to go back and present it to the head of the family."

"You guys come back and return the sword to me!"

The old scholar who was pulled to the ground cried a few times, got up from the ground in a mess, chased after him for two steps, and was stopped by several vendors next to him.

"Oh, sir, don't chase after me, these people can't mess with you."

"But...but my sword, it's passed down by my ancestors. If my family hadn't been ruined, I wouldn't have sold it at a low price. Why would I encounter such a thing as soon as I went to the streets!"

The scholar beat his chest hard, and others sighed, patted his arm, and comforted him. He took two oil cake bags from the stall and handed them over.

"Forget it, it's better to lose your life. Take this little thing, go back quickly, don't mess with this group of people. Even if the government is in charge, it will be released in a few days. We will be the ones who will suffer at that time."

The vendors around and the people living nearby nodded and agreed with each other.

"Yes, these people can do fist and foot skills, and they can't afford to mess with knives."

"Last time there was a vegetable farmer who was unwilling to be taken with a few handfuls of vegetables and chased after him. It has been a few months now. I haven't seen him set up a stall here again. I heard that the person was interrupted and threw him into the barren mountains to feed the wolf."

"Isn't that? I've heard about this. His neighbor went to report to the official. He was beaten on the way and lay down for half a month before getting out of bed. It's hard for the government to pursue the matter. It can't be found, and the murderer can't be found. Until now, the vegetable farmer is crazy and sits at the door of his house every day, waiting for the man to come back. Alas..."

"Oh, so, this gentleman, if you lose your sword...hey, where are the people?"

The group of people who were talking around realized that the middle-aged scholar whose ancestral sword was robbed of the ancestral sword and the old donkey were gone.

Someone looked around and said, "Maybe I'm leaving."

At the corner of the long street, the middle-aged scholar who had passed the shoulders of pedestrians was already in a white robe with blue clothes and apricot patterns. Behind him, he was holding an old donkey, shaking the bell under his neck, passing through the crowds of people in the street, and coming outside the city.

Following the direction of the vegetable farmer's house mentioned in the group of people, I walked through a deserted field. The sun sets, and not far from the field, there was a thatched hut. A woman with a spotted bun was worn, with her legs curled up and sitting by the threshold, leaning her head against the door frame, looking outside.

Hearing the jingling sound of the copper bell, he moved a little, and turned his head slightly, watching the scholar and the donkey approaching.

"... Have you seen my Shunyi?"

Lu Liangsheng shook his head, took out the easel from the bookshelf and supported it, and sat down next to the old woman, not caring about the smell of her body.

“Not seen.”

"Oh." The old woman slowly held the threshold, "He should be back. Usually he comes back at this time...I'm going to come in and cook..."

Lu Liangsheng smiled and let her in. While grinding the ink, he asked, "What does Shunyi look like? Is it good-looking?"

The old woman who entered the house lit up her eyes and finally had a little expression on her face.

"What's so good-looking... I'm old. When I was young... I had thick eyebrows and big eyes... I'm pretty pretty... but my skin is too dark..."

Speaking of men, although the old woman was a little crazy, she had joy on her face and didn't know what to do. The fire in the stove was not lit, so she sat on a low stool and said a vegetable farmer named "Shunyi".

Outside the house, Lu Liangsheng, who was sitting at the door, wandered around ink in his hand, quickly outlining the "Shunyi" described by the old woman gradually revealed the outline.

The last touch of redness fell on the setting sun, Lu Liangsheng stood up and put the word Shunyi in the corner of the scroll.

He picked up the paper and blew the undried ink on it, turned around and walked into the thatched hut, hung it off the walls in the house, put away the brush, and returned to the outside, and then led the donkey away.

In the red setting sun, an old farmer carrying a hoe came from the field, passed by the scholar, and walked into the house.

Soon, the old woman burst into tears.

"Just leave her a memory."

The wind blew across the fields, and the robes were flying. Lu Liangsheng turned his head and looked to the city... You were gone.

......

The night color swallowed the red in the red like a tide, covering the world, and the majestic mansion rose to the big red lantern. The seven people who rushed back greeted the gatekeepers, surrounded the sword in their hands and ran to the front yard hall quickly.

"When the head of the family sees this sword, he will definitely reward us!"

While talking, I walked to the hall ahead. The lights were brightly lit, illuminating the two figures about drinking, and were talking intermittently.
Chapter completed!