Chapter 210

Before the blind scholar approached the house in front of the alley, he saved the middle-aged man named Li in a remote street.

Wang Yanqing slapped several of the Ministry of punishment to death in the street. There are not many of them in Luoyang, but they are absolutely not.

Standing beside the street, Wang Yanqing said calmly, "Li Fuyao is doing a big thing. You'd better follow me, lest you be calculated again."

A middle-aged man named Li Wenjing had an ugly face. Looking at the blind scholar, he asked carefully, "is it Zhou Shilang who still doesn't want to let go of Fuyao?"

Wang Yanqing did not change his look, but said in a low voice: "in those days, the school didn't care, and Zhou he didn't care. After all, in his opinion, Li Fuyao, whether he was alive or dead, would not come to him later. You can also convince yourself that it is for the whole family, so you are at ease. But you have never asked Li Fuyao whether he is willing or not, so Today's event is just like this, but if it's just like this, it's not so complicated. It's just that Li Fuyao happened to mention his sword again and became a mountain god in your mouth. The most ingenious thing is that he never forgot it. In addition to the previous incident, Li Fuyao is now in a deep predicament and can't extricate himself. Today, it is destined that one of them will die. "

Li Wenjing's face was ugly and his lips were shaking.

Wang Yanqing said in a bland tone: "since you can't do anything, you don't have to do anything. Sometimes it's the best help for him if you don't add trouble."

Li Wenjing shook his head and said bitterly, "it was I who, as a father, was sorry to sacrifice Fuyao for the safety of the two of us. After he came back before, I actually recognized him, but the reason why I didn't tell you lies in the fact that I was really ashamed. But then, and now, I'm still not an individual?"

Wang Yanqing asked with interest: "don't you want to be poked back, or just care about him?"

Li Wenjing suddenly kneels down in the snow and kneels down to worship Wang Yanqing.

Although Wang Yanqing was blind, his other senses were not bad at all. Naturally, he knew what he was doing. However, he was still indifferent and asked calmly, "why do you want me to help Li Fuyao?"

I thought that I would get an answer that is close to ten, but actually I didn't expect Li Wenjing to shake his head and say: "thank you for your help. I didn't think I could repay you. I would never let my husband get involved in any danger. I just hope that you can tell me where Fuyao is, and then ask him to take me back to my wife and daughter and let them leave Luoyang immediately."

Wang Yanqing had a strange look. After a moment's silence, he asked in a low voice, "you are an ordinary man, you are going to die?"

Li Wenjing firmly opened his mouth. "I regret the incident in those years. Now, if Fuyao dies in Luoyang like this, I can't do nothing about it."

He shook his head, "why did Yan Qing shake his head?"

Li Wenjing did not speak, just kept kowtowing. This man, giving up his dignity, was shivering in the snow, just to find a chance to die.

That's ridiculous.

Wang Yanqing moved his lips and spat out three words, "Tai Zai Fu."

He really didn't want to see the scene again.

Li Wenjing raised his head, then hit his head heavily, and then he got up and staggered to taizai house.

Wang Yanqing suddenly mocked himself: "if you know that I asked your father to die, I'm afraid it will be my trouble."

Wang Yanqing's figure flashed away. When he reappeared, he was already at the gate of the house. He wanted to knock on the door, but he felt a breath at the gate of the yard.

Wang Yanqing turned his head and "looked" over there.

Su ye, who was standing at the gate of the courtyard with an umbrella, said, "Su night in the school palace."

Wang Yanqing was relieved. He solemnly saluted Su ye, and then called Su Zhangjiao. As for other things, he did not say or do. Even if he was a scholar, he was not a scholar in the Academy. It was enough to respect Su Ye.

Su Ye originally waved to Wang Yanqing, but a moment later he found that Wang Yanqing seemed to be really invisible. Then Su Ye laughed and said, "the snow is too heavy. I have an umbrella here."

Wang Yanqing, who had been snowed all over his head, thought about it. Finally, he walked towards Su ye and shared an oil paper umbrella with Su Ye. After thinking about it, Wang Yanqing began to say, "Su Zhangjiao, what happened in Luoyang City, has the leader ever known?"

Su Ye nodded. "I know all about it."

After hearing these four words, Wang Yanqing stopped talking. Su ye said that he knew all about it. Whether it was the night attack on the road that night, or the present day Li Fuyao was trapped by the establishment of the school, they all knew.

Wang Yanqing opened his mouth, or opened his mouth and asked, "the master also wants that young man to die?"

Su Ye stood at the gate of the courtyard, looked at Ye Sheng's song under the eaves, shook his head and said, "the reason why I am standing here is that I want the school bureau to continue. It's not that I want him to die. It doesn't matter to me whether he is cut off by a sword or killed by someone. But if I do it, I will be inferior. The chaos in the school palace has become more and more The more complicated it is, the more complicated it is. Up to now, the academy can't even put down a table that can do learning quietly. I'm in Luoyang today, but I want to press down on those things. As for the young man, it's not worth my hand. "How straightforward is this statement?

Wang Yanqing frowned slightly, and at last he just sighed, "the three religions and swordsmen are the same, in the final analysis, they are two opposite sides."

Su Ye laughed it off.

This is the case in the world. There is no right or wrong.

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the first battle in the alley has not yet been decided, but Li Fuyao is in the latter battle, and the scene is miserable.

The head is broken and bleeding.

The hand holding the sword trembled slightly, almost unable to hold the green silk.

His abdomen was cut by the string, and there was a bleeding wound. The spirit of the sword was empty in his spirit house. Although the porter in front of him was stabbed by Li Fuyao, his wound was not as serious as that of Li Fuyao.

In front of his eyes, Li Fuyao saw a figure in the distance. The middle-aged man trotted all the way.

Li Fu shakes for a moment, then pinches the corner of his clothes. Then he bends down to pick up a handful of snow and wipes all the blood on his face. He is like a child who goes out to play and meets his father. He is afraid that his father will see him like this.

It is also like a wanderer who has been away from his hometown for many years. When he returns to his hometown, he only wants to show the most beautiful side to people.

Li Fuyao wiped the blood and suddenly burst into tears.

Tears were streaming down my face.

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