The sunset is setting, and the afterglow is gentle. The young master named Luo carries a wine pot in his hand. He talks with witty words when he talks. He doesn't think about profit or failure. He doesn't think about success or failure when he sees nothing in front of him, but he doesn't know that his skills are only accidental. Even outsiders Xu Fengnian listens with relish, and feels that his vulgarity is suddenly reduced.

Not to mention the two ladies who had already secretly agreed with Mr. Luo, they wanted to snuggle over, or just go to the bed to listen to the teachings. Several old scholars also nodded frequently. Obviously, their favor for this Luo family was not just because his surname was Luo. Just like when he met a horse thief, he drew his sword to resist the enemy before his entourage. He was such a romantic and dashing swordsman, and he would definitely not be a thing in the pool in the future. With Mr. Luo, he was threading needles and threading, and the atmosphere was warm. A talented man improvised poetry and essays. A woman from the surname Su played the bamboo flute slowly, and the other young men and women either clapped their hands and echoed, or beat the dead branches to make light drums, and were in a happy mood.

Old Rushen Luo, who had a green shirt and jade-hanging waist, looked at the distance and sighed: "How big can a frog at the well be at the sky at the well? Looking at the sky at the well, the mind will be broader. So you young people should take advantage of the health to go out for a walk. I followed the family north, and the war was in chaos along the way. I was displaced and became the people, and only then did I know the suffering and difficulties of the people. So when I arrived in Beimang, I think that our old scholars, generally speaking, were less romantic and more humane than those scholars who stayed in the Central Plains. Our children also lacked the aloofness of many scholars who were inappropriate."

Xu Fengnian twisted his fingers, gently broke a dead branch, threw it into the bonfire, and nodded with a smile: "Mr. Luo's words are very reasonable."

The old Confucian scholar who was born in the Northern Mang and Southern Dynasties with the highest level of family retracted his gaze, looked at this young man with a very good temper and laughed in a low voice: "Brother Xu, Luo Changhe and other scholars, although they are not very polite, they don't have a good face. In fact, they don't feel disgusted with you, but there is a woman who likes present and meets a horse thief, but you are a man who can't turn around and can't take a look. I am also a veteran. When I was young, I was jealous and didn't care about gentleness, respect, frugality, and lose my etiquette. So, you are considerate and considerate. When we meet, we will come back to Gusai Province in the future. If we encounter difficulties, the old man can guarantee that if they meet, they will definitely say a few words for you quietly, but most of them will not show up and tell you that I have helped you in this matter."

Xu Fengnian nodded. Although the old Confucian scholar around him was a famous scholar, he was willing to talk to him, a family polite son of his family, which was enough to show too many problems. This sixty-six-year-old man was familiar with the worldly principles and what he said was reasonable and well-founded. The old Confucian scholar laughed and finally found a clean porcelain bowl from his bag, handed it to Xu Fengnian, and asked, "Can you drink a cup when you meet by chance?"

Xu Fengnian narrowed his eyes and smiled, "A cup is too little, as long as you have enough wine, you can do whatever you want."

The old Confucian scholar acted as a means to protect the deer-skin wine bag that was only half a bag, and pretended to be angry and said, "I can't stand a few bowls of drinks."

Xu Fengnian smiled helplessly and said, "I will arrive in the city tomorrow, and the old man will have a bag of good wine."

Two old men nearby, five or six years younger than Luo's old scholar, took advantage of the situation to rob. They smiled happily and said, "Little brother, don't be favored by one or the other," "This is reasonable."

Xu Fengnian promised to accept it. When he had a bowl of wine, he had to write a poem. After a round, even Xu Fengnian could not escape. Even the bonfire where five or six entourages were located, most of them were slutty and slang, which could not be called five-character or seven-character. However, from the man's mouth, there was a bit of rough border style. It was not to say that he was deliberately embarrassed by the outsider Xu Fengnian. In the public's eyes, it was Xu Fengnian's turn to pour a bowl of wine and reminded with a smile: "You are not allowed to play with resentful poems in the palace and ruin the scenery, nor are you allowed to recite the poems of everyone in the poetry world. As long as you are your own, you can just talk nonsense."

Xu Fengnian for some reason remembered several waterfall viewings in Huishan and Jiuhua Mountain in Wudang, as well as the tide viewing on the Guangling River, and many stories of old friends. He just poured a bowl of strong wine into his stomach with a mouthful, asked for a chopstick, tapped the edge of the bowl, and looked at the bonfire, and said softly: "The lotus waterfall is vast and the waterfall of Guniu is thunderous, but the waterfall of Jiuhua is not strange on the back of the waterfall, like a man lying on the side of the big hill, and the strength can be stretched out 94,000 feet, just like the flying fairy skirts in Dunhuang. The nine galaxy whites are released, just like the old general's hair on his temples."

The young men and women who thought this guy was going to make a fool of themselves were stunned for a moment, and then looked at each other. Most of them were familiar with poetry and books, knowing that this was the first to be eyebrow, especially the women surnamed Luo Changhe and Su frowned, chewing them carefully. The old scholars around Xu Fengnian didn't have that much thought, while Mr. Luo followed the boy to catch up, patted his thighs, squinted his eyes and drank a sip of wine.

"I'm here when the ink rain is pouring, and the wind is furious. The clouds are rising and surging, and the floods are rushing to the tourists... I once watched the tide and watched the waterfall. A white deer stands quietly under the waterfall. In an instant, people and deer look at each other, or Dongyue or Western Shu? Later, an old monk led the deer away, and then turned around and smiled... After the moon sets, the mountains and rivers in the west are vast, and I only feel that the smoke is vast under the stone beams, and the thunder is covered with the miserable wind and rain in the spring and autumn, and it is as vast as a river."

This poem that blurted out is probably too unconstrained to the rhythm, making people unable to comment on the high and low points. They just feel that there is anger in their hearts, like the thousands of layers of waterfalls pouring down, all of which are piled up in the deep pool.

Finally, a scholar couldn't help but whisper: "Is this a poem or a lyric? It's neither a donkey nor a horse, so there's no point in mind."

Another scholar asked carefully: "I have no physique, is it still meaningful?"

Mr. Luo might have been unsteadily holding the bowl, and he splashed some wine on his hand. He subconsciously stroked his beard and wet his gray beard. He didn't care about these details. He looked at each other with the other two old scholars, and his eyes were full of sincere appreciation.

After returning from a trip for three years, he asked for a bowl of wine in the wine shop at the gate of the city. He said a waiter to drink wine and fell asleep. Later, he took the bowl in Wudi City, and then he knocked on the bowl and chanted softly in the evening of the grassland. Xu Fengnian seemed to be in a different world, and was stunned and did not hear the words of the young masters and daughters. The short swords and thunder lying quietly on his knees were trembling. I don’t know if the so-called sheep fur old man could not roar in the sheepskin sheep, which was the artistic conception.

The old Confucian scholar seemed to be trying to make a decision, and laughed in a deep voice: "I wrote my mouth in my hand, and said my thoughts, how could I be trapped by the poetry styles of our predecessors? Do you have a reputation for poetry?"

Xu Fengnian came back to his senses and said in shame: "I just started talking nonsense, but I haven't said anything yet."

An old scholar drank a sip of wine, sucked it, and sighed: "You might as well call me a song of angrily watching the waterfall, but the writers who teach us that we are frivolous will also have a few pounds of righteousness."

Xu Fengnian shook his head and said, "The name is too big, I really feel ashamed."

The other few bonfires felt a little embarrassed and left one after another. They either left for a walk under the moon or went back to rest in the tent. Only Luo Changhe and the woman surnamed Su stood up and sat down. Luo Changhe chuckled softly: "Young Master Xu has hills and valleys in his chest, and Luo sighed that he was not as good as he did."

Several old scholars also stood up and dispersed. Whether it is the country or the world, not to mention the Shilin literary world, they always wanted young people to show off their hometown in Xinmu. However, Mr. Luo still quietly left his wine bag in understanding. Xu Fengnian shook his head and laughed at himself: "If you really say it is a good poem, it is just because you accidentally used up all the talent left in your life."

Luo Changhe smiled generously and said, "Young Master is humble, which makes Luo even more ashamed. For example, the name of the Sword Man in the Bookstore sounds quite like the same thing, but in fact the origin is very unbearable. It is just that you spend money to help the literary world promote and create momentum. When you drink with famous brothels, you accidentally show a few poems. You can buy drunken instead of meat from a thousand gold. You can find a few soft persimmons that are hated by the people. When you are crowned, you can ask the famous scholars to take a word with profound meaning and a very loud meaning. The reputation and reputation will come out. Do you think such a Sword Man in the Bookstore is not real or not, how much weight can it be? This poem by Mr. Xu is much more real."

Xu Fengnian's lips curled up, "Young Master Luo is really a straightforward person."

Luo Changhe asked, "Can we drink a bowl of wine together with such honesty?"

A woman surnamed Su, who was smiling, helped pour wine, and Xu Fengnian and Luo Changhe took the bowl and drank it all.

Xu Feng laughed young and said, "Actually, when it comes to writing poetry, my second sister is really talented. In the past, I was not as good as Mr. Luo. I could only spend money to buy poetry as a storefront. After realizing it, I realized it. Now I look back and see it. It's quite stupid."

A woman surnamed Su sips a little while drinking wine, and her smile makes her a little sincere.

Luo Changhe raised the bowl and said, "Who is not reckless? Luo respects you for your friend. Thank you for your chivalrous help a few days ago. Do it first."

Each of them had a bowl of wine under their stomachs. Luo Changhe was hurt by drinking the noodles. His face was already red. He stood up and apologized, "Can't drink it anymore."

Xu Fengnian and the woman surnamed Su stood up together, and the latter said softly: "Young Master Luo, let's go together?"

Seeing Xu Fengnian blinking at herself quietly, Luo Changhe's face became more and more rosy and he went to relax with his beauty. After a lot of hard work, Luo Changhe was in a good mood. Along the way, the famous scholar could not impress the pretty girl around him. It was not until Xu's surname knocked on the bowl and recited poems tonight that Luo Changhe suddenly realized that this brilliant woman did not like the cool styles in the past. Luo Changhe was also decisive. He lowered his posture and put it to the end. He took advantage of the opportunity to reveal his heart to Xu and beat the beautiful woman indirectly. Sure enough, he won the hearts of the beauty. He turned around and saw the young man named Xu standing there stretched out his thumb. Luo Changhe returned a gesture, all without saying a word.

Xu Fengnian picked a secluded direction and walked alone, lying down on the bank of a river.

The eight states of Beimang, Gusai Longjiao are adjacent to the northern Liang Youzhou, Fengzhou, and the narrow Orange State borders the two Liaos in the northern part of the Liyang Dynasty. To the north of Orange State is Jinxi. Not to mention the distance, there is a Murong Baoding, who is about to enter the Orange State, who is on the list of martial arts reviews. Of course, Xu Fengnian was not full and was able to fight against such a big man. This trip to Beimang, there is still a clear line. Going to the city is a killer, and the strong general Tao Qianzhi is a little bit of forcing him to do his best for Beiliang. He went to Feihu City to find someone to find the man who taught Chen Zhibao and other disciples of the battle formation, but it seems that he is not lucky.

He should have come to Jinxizhou to assassinate a descendant of the Yelu family in the imperial tent, and temporarily fled to Orange State to find a blacksmith swordsman. Regardless of whether he could find it, he would rush to the northern ice field. However, the old abbot of the two Zen temples intentionally or unintentionally disrupted the situation. Xu Fengnian almost gave his life to the grassland, saying that he couldn't say that he was very respectful to this old monk, not to mention that he was soft in his hands and the living relics and golden elixir in his sleeves were not for nothing. However, it would be fake to say that he was grateful to the old monk. It would be terrible to get involved in Tuoba Chunjun, and it would be endless to affect the Tuoba family.

Xu Fengnian took out a square wooden box, held it in front of her eyes, and then rotated it on her fingertips. Cao Changqing said that his whereabouts were leaked, and two people sniffed the breath to kill him. One of them was the fifth among the top ten demons. He was good at killing the Vajra. Since it was a level of fingertips that exceeded the level of Vajra, why was he good at saying it? It means that this woman was the most hardworking and familiar with killing the Vajra realm master?

Xu Fengnian hit the small wooden box and shook his head, not worrying about these troubles that could not be thought of. He was looking forward to seeing the sword-making master of the Spring and Autumn Period hiding in the city of Orange Prefecture. He was a realm that Sun Xiji, the old teacher of Western Chu, had reached. He was a small one in the wild, taught in the academy and escaped from the Zen mountains and forests. It was good to be able to achieve success but fail to achieve fame. As for sword-making masters, they seemed to be the most unscrupulous and highly popular. However, thinking of the blacksmith who wanted to protect the identity of the person, Xu Fengnian was relieved. Being able to survive was a feat. The King of Western Shu produced a sword emperor and died in the iron hoof of Northern Liang. The king guarded the country's gate and ended up with his country.

But the young prince was still stolen by two loyal ministers, one by one, one by one, one by one. The literati was Zhao Dingxiu, a scholar in the Spring and Autumn Period. The general's name was unknown. He only knew that he had made swords and held swords for the Sword Emperor of Western Shu. He had held swords for more than 20 years. It is said that the group escaped to the cliff of Nanhai and died after jumping off the cliff. Xu Fengnian only realized that this was not the case before leaving Northern Liang. Last time, he found someone in Feihu City, it was Xu Xiao who asked him to bring a message. This time, he changed it to his master Li Yishan. The general meaning is that the four hundred years of Western Shu can continue to last, the premise is that the person who should be in his twenties now.

Xu Fengnian was a little unsure of the prince going to Beiliang. Western Shu was the palace that was broken by the cavalry of Beiliang. How could such a thing be negotiated? The swordsman wouldn't be red when he met and killed people? But I believe that the master must have a countermeasure at the listening to Chaoge. He was not very concerned about this kind of undercurrent temple. In the past, Xu Fengnian, who was carrying Xu Xiao, had never been very concerned about this kind of undercurrent, but after all, he had been influenced by this big dyeing vat since he was a child. He said that Xu Fengnian was an outsider in the officialdom, and indeed underestimated the seemingly infamous Prince.

Xu Fengnian sat up, put away the living relics, and calculated with his fingertips.

Apart from the only remaining veterans in the Northern Liang army, the largest force among the backbone is probably Xu Xiao's six adopted sons. Chen Zhibao would not say much. Yuan Zuozong's loyalty is unquestionable. Ye Xizhen, who is known as "Little Zhao Changling", is good at plotting and has an open personality. However, his relationship with His Royal Highness can only be considered a distant relationship. Yao Jian, who is skilled in finding Longchasha, is closest to him except Chu Lushan. When he was young, he followed his butt to the geographic geography of various places in Beiliang. As for Lu Qiuer, Xu Fengnian sighed. It is probably Xu Xiao in the world.

After seeing through this fat man's mind, he was still too poor in Taoism. Next were military generals and staff like Ning Emei Dian Xiongzu Wei Fucheng, who were all outstanding in character. They either set up their own business or depended on one of the six adopted sons. These people naturally had their own small camps, which were very intertwined. However, compared with the courts of the Liyang Dynasty, they were still cleaner. The civil service group led by Li Hanlin's wealthy father Li Gongde was generally far from challenging the Northern Liang army, and could only maintain politics while observing their words and expressions.

After counting over and over again, it seemed that there was only one Guoyi Duwei Huangfu Lie who took the life of the entire clan as a confession.
Chapter completed!