Niryang Guest House.

When the rooster crowed, the old man on the couch stood up gently. Seeing the man with him falling, he was still sleeping soundly. So he left without saying goodbye.

Go out and meet with the convoy and head to Linlu Mountain.

Get off in front of Zhengyang Pavilion. Enter the inner road and push the door and enter the thatched cottage.

Three thatched cottages are covered with bamboo fences and green pine trees.

Hearing the sound of coughing in the east wing, the old man hurriedly removed his clogs and entered the hall. Seeing that the medicine in front of the hall had been decomposed, he took the pottery bowl and brought it to the front of the couch.

The person who lie high on the couch was Xia Fu, and Xia Zizhi. When he looked at the old man holding medicine, he was also covered in smoke and charcoal and his appearance was exhausted. He didn't know his identity for a moment. He heard the sound and realized that it was Zhang Ji.

Half a year ago, Xia Fu's condition worsened and he was bedridden. Many heavy work were done by Zhang Ji, Nanyang. As a "domestic servant", he worked with firewood and charcoal every day. The hard work can be imagined. In less than half a year, Zhang Ji was also exhausted in appearance. There was no more Fengxian Taoist bone.

Drinking the soup and relieving cough. Xia Fu asked lightly: "How about going here?"

"Previously, the prime minister in the ordering sect deliberately released the sound of wind. He asked his younger brother Xia Jing to chase him to the city of Nieyang. He didn't know me, but he heard me speak, and then he recognized each other. I avoided talking to him, so he asked me to chase him to the guest house and stay with me, but he didn't realize that there was something strange. At dawn, I left without saying goodbye. I thought that I had returned at this time." Zhang Ji told him truthfully.

"An Zi is a unique skill and can 'imitate the body and imitate the voice of the person's voice'. She has been with me for many years, and is like me every day." Xia Fu sighed.

"It is because of the treatment of the disease that my relatives and friends are exhausted, and their appearance is ruined. No one knows each other, so they are so confused. They are together with their beds and pillows, so they have not doubted me. It is enough to make the fake a real one."

"If we can support the Han Dynasty and save the people, Xia Fu will die without regrets." Xia Fu stood up and bowed.

"After I was in charge of the past, there was no more Zhang Ji in the world." Zhang Ji returned to worship.

"Qilinzi, should she be the master of Sanxing as Anzi said?" Xia Fu asked.

"That's right." Zhang Ji nodded happily. Xia Fu's body was weak and he was unable to sit for a long time. Zhang Ji then helped him lie high.

"How do you know it?" Xia Fu asked.

Zhang Ji told the story of the internal and external feelings:

"When I was a teenager, the clan leader asked: 'A hundred steps away from the village, there is a peddler selling pears. Each three-ciete pill is a few, how much can I buy for a hundred-ciete pills?'

Qilinzi blurted out: "You can buy thirty and three pears, and you still have one more piece of paper."

The patriarch asked again: "Can the basket be filled with eight, how many baskets are needed to fill it?"

Qilinzi replied again: ‘Four baskets and one more, or five baskets.’

Ask again: ‘How to return home?’

Asked back: "Can there be someone else in the pear selling office?"

The patriarch tried to say: "There are several children."

Qilinzi asked: ‘How many?’

The patriarch casually replied, "About three or five people."

So Qilinzi said, "One person and one pear, help me go home!"

Sometimes an elder scolded, "Why should we share four baskets of pears to five people? If you can raise them, three people will be enough!"

Qilinzi argued: "Don't worry about the lack of widows but the unevenness!"

At only three or four years old, I knew that 'the world is not equal'."

Xia Fu thought a little and said with a smile: "Except for the great troubles of the world, and also understand the worldly affairs. What is more valuable is to make choices with appropriate rules. Too much is as bad as not enough, and you will suffer the consequences of your own."

"Zi Zhi said very much." Zhang Ji smiled and said, "'Don't worry about scarcity but worry about inequality' is to 'know the world'.' Can there be others', that is, 'know the world'.' One person and one pear' is to 'know human feelings'.' "How many things are" means 'the choices and there is a way to choose and trade.' Especially the way to choose and trade is a must for the wise ruler. If you blindly put it aside, it will not last long."

Xia Fu said again: "As the elders in the clan said, it is enough to find three more people. However, there are five companions. No matter who they are divided, the remaining two have complaints. The five are divided equally and they are all very happy. Qilinzi asked: "How many are they?" to consider the choice. If there are many people, you should think about the other way. This means that there is a way to choose."

"Thirty-three pears are divided into five people. It costs more than half of them." Zhang Ji joked: "At such a price, Qilinzi should be willing to give up."

"Within five percent, they are all wise masters." Xia Fu's words have a profound meaning.

Zhang Jiyan said: "I had this opinion only three or four years old. Although I had not reached the title, I was already a handsome young man. I was regained my ancestral title and added the title of Marquis of Linxiang. I had a fief of 300 miles, and I had a million people living in the land rent and tax, but I only received less than 30% of them."

"Something that left 70% of the people to get?" Xia Fu asked in surprise.

"That's right." Zhang Ji nodded gently.

When Xia Fu heard this, she burst into tears: "In this way, I am in peace."

"Zizhi, rest assured." Zhang Ji comforted: "You and I will fall in love with each other when we see each other and have not yet had enough fun. How can we leave me and leave?"

"Life and death have a fate, but it's impossible." Xia Fu smiled sadly.

The light is like an arrow, and the sun and the moon are like a shuttle.

Before the heavy snow closed the mountain, the old horse's light cart entered Linwu Mountain again.

When I opened the door and saw that everything in the courtyard was the same, there were many new tombs in Panasonic.

The female assassin suddenly became nervous and hurriedly called out: "Father!"

"Shut up and talk in the hall." This sound seems familiar, but it is not a father. The female assassin stepped into the meteor and flew into the room.

"Who are you?" Seeing that the person in the hall was neither A's father nor Xia Fu, the female assassin pulled his sword vigorously.

"Ning'er, what do you mean?" The voice was wrong, but his eyes were vaguely visible.

"Who are you?" the female assassin was skeptical.

Seeing his biological daughter, he couldn't recognize him. Zhang Ji then laughed in his true voice and said, "This will happen."

Until he changed his original voice, the female assassin finally confirmed that the old man in the hall was the father who had not seen him for many years: the second son of Zhang Daoling, the ancestor of Tianshi Daoshi, Zhang Ji, and Zhang Anzi. Zhang Daoling's eldest son, Zhang Heng, was the second generation of Tianshi, and was called the heir. The second son Zhang Ji was obsessed with Qimen Dunjia and the various instruments in the machinery. His whereabouts were vague and called the "Ergent Master".

"Is it a man of Xia buried in the courtyard?" The female assassin gathered his sword and approached him.

"That's right." Zhang Ji sighed: "I am carrying the great cause of my family and country, and I cannot stay for my friends for three years. When the spring begins, I will go to Ji Kingdom in the north. From then on, there will be no "Zhang Anzi" in the world, only the Eight Chefs "Xia Zizhi".

"Ning'er knows." The female assassin bowed again.

Linxiang, Jiwang Palace, and the main hall.

Liu Bei read Jia Xu's handwritten book carefully. After careful consideration, he was finally convinced.

It was the time when the rice harvest was thousands of miles away. The military and civilians of Ji Kingdom were not idle for a moment. They were guarding day and night, fearing that they would fail. A season of hard work was put into the flow of water. Unexpectedly, even if it was a human calculation, it was better than the heaven's calculation. The Grandmaster of the Gods actually hid in Ji Kingdom, went out of the palace city in a magnificent way. After counting, it took less than ten years.

Ten years have passed. How could Liu Bei be suspicious?

"Come."

"I am here." The new Zuo Guo Order Zhao E stepped into the palace.

"I informed Lou Sangling and said that I would go north until I was alone and the boat entered Baihu. I inspected Lou Sang and Xilin two cities."

"Here." Zhao E didn't doubt that he was there, so she took the order.

"Dalia."

"At." The white-haired Yuji entered the hall after hearing the sound.

Liu Bei showed him close to him and whispered: "The saying goes, Lu Chong, Wei Shi, all the 'Shunyang Wei', and boarded the ship with the help of the orphan."

"Here." The governor was of great importance, so Dalia took the order and left.
Chapter completed!