Chapter 62： Tree down

Ning Yao woke up leisurely and slept very sweetly. After blinking, she found herself sitting on the stool. She was a little dazed. After a moment of stunned, she got up and pushed open the door and saw an old and a small sitting in the doorway. , two stuffed gourds, do not speak. After hearing the footsteps of Ning Yao, Chen Pingan turned and smiled: "Wake up, watch you sleep, you didn't call you before."

Ning Yao nodded, not very concerned about this, asked: "Yang old predecessor?"

The old man did not have a good air: "Hey, I am afraid that Chen Pingan will sip oil when you are asleep. Rest assured, I will help you stare at it. His kid is only a thief."

Chen Pingan quickly explained: "Ning girl, don't listen to Yang Grandpa, I promise that there is no thief!"

Ning Yao made a gesture of suffocating Dan Tian with his hands and told himself: "There are a lot of adults."

The old man squinted at the sandals and teenagers, and he happily said: "The seven baboons have passed six hexagrams, and they don't know what to do."

The rain is already very small, and the old man is straightforward: "Go back and take the bag for the money, then the little girl, and your next medication, even if you pay it together."

Ning Yao frowned: "What kind of medicine is Yangjiapu, so expensive?!"

The old man said indifferently: "When people are starving to death, how much can I have in my hand?"

Ning Yao Shen said: "You are arrogant!"

The old man smoked the smoke so fiercely that the whole upper body was shrouded in a faint smog, and then the old man’s hoarse voice was heard from the “cloud sea”: “The sky is asking for money to sit on the ground, it’s a bad business, I can’t do it. The rules of my side, say one thing, only one price, you love to buy or not to buy and sell."

Ning Yao still talked, but found that Chen Pingan was tearing his sleeves and secretly winking, and eventually she swallowed the bad breath.

The medicinal herbs produced in this small hole are of good quality. This is a famous cave in the East Baojuzhou. It is never famous for the Tianmu Dibao, but because of the "porcelain" and the opportunity treasure. Move the world. Therefore, even if the medicinal materials of Yangjiapu are piled up into mountains, they cannot be worth a few gold coins.

The old man shook his cigarette rod. "The rain has stopped. You don't bother me to look at me. It doesn't hurt."

Chen Ping took Ning Yao’s arm and walked down the steps and walked through the shop to the street. Chen Pingxiao asked: “Is it impossible? Nothing, Grandpa Yang is like this, don’t like to tell you about things, what to do. Very... fair, yes, it is very fair. Ning Yao sneered: "Fair? Everyone has a steelyard in his heart. Why do he feel that he is fair? Is it old? ”

Chen Ping shook his head and said: "I didn't think it was a big money to spend a bag of copper coins."

Ning Yao stunned the boy. "In this sentence, if you can mix outside for ten years, you can repeat it again, even if you win!"

Chen Pingan laughed and said: "That will be time to say."

Ning Yao sighed and really did not take him. "Where are you going next?"

Chen Ping thought for a moment, "Look at the shop and look at Liu Yuyang's look. By the way, pull out your knife from the ground."

Ning Yao Lei Li Fengxing: "That leads the way."

She suddenly asked: "Is your body okay?"

Chen Pingan pouted, "The big problem is not, but in addition to practicing boxing, the next day I have to eat the same medicine as you. Yang Grandpa said that if the effect is not good, you may have to spend money again."

Ning Yao wondered: "Do you really believe?"

Chen Pingan smiled and shook his head, as if he was too lazy to care about such problems with her.

After walking out of the town, he rolled up his sleeves, took off the knife and returned it to the girl.

She hid the press knife and went back to retrieve the narrow knife that had been moved into the ground by the mountain. As for the scabbard that was sent out, Chen Ping was temporarily placed on Ning Yao, and she hung it around her waist. So the flying sword finally had a place to live.

When Chen Ping and Ning Yao walked to the southern end of the covered bridge, they saw a ponytailed Tsinghua girl sitting on the top of the steps, holding up the gang with both hands and staring into the distance, leaving the two behind.

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In the backyard of Yangjiapu, the old man alone took the cigarette rod and waved his hand to dispel the smoke around him. He said: "Reassured, after the event, promised to give you an immortal body of Hepo, as to whether it will be in the future. Really fulfilling the true position of the gods, and promoting it to the side of the river, you have to look at your own creation."

The old man finally took the tobacco rod and gently slammed the ground, looked up at the direction of the old town, and said: "The tree is falling down."

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The three carriages then headed to the Mud Lane.

Da Yu Wang really couldn't understand why he was a scorpion, why he had to compete with a young boy.

I even had a knot.

Song Changjing smiled and said: "In any case, this confused account between you and Chen Pingan, since the king has already intervened once, he will not be mixed again, and you will solve it yourself."

Finally, Song Changjing reminded: "You and Zhengyang Mountain can have personal relationships, but don't involve too much."

Song set the salary: "Private? Is that the little niece? Haha, it’s fun, I can’t talk about friendship."

Song Changjing smiled and said: "It’s just fun, just send out a sword-bearing gourd?"

Song’s salary is no longer talking.

The carriage did not go to the alley, Song Changjing did not want to get off the train, Song was paid alone and found that it was raining. It is still spring rain, drizzle, but there is a trend of getting bigger and bigger.

He ran into the mud bottle lane and went to his own yard. After pushing the door, he saw that the child was sitting on the door of the main house. She was staying.

Song collected a smile and shouted: "Go, the son took you to the capital of the capital to see!"

Juvenile returned to God, "Ah? Go so soon?"

Song set salary nodded: "There are things packed up anyway, two big boxes in my house, plus your little box, the ones that we can move away and want to move away, have not fallen, go early It’s no different in the evening.”

Jiugui put his chin on his lap and said sadly: "Yes, here is our home."

Song set a sigh, and sat with her on the threshold, reaching out to wipe the rain on his forehead, softly said: "Why, can't bear to go? If you can't bear it, then let's go later, nothing, I will go there. Say hello."

Juvenile suddenly smiled, and stretched out a small fist and shook it. "No! Go and leave, who is afraid of who!"

Song’s salary reminder: “Don’t forget the four-legged snake.”

The childish anger suddenly became furious and screamed: "The idiot of the thousand knives sneaked into the bottom of my box yesterday, and I was looking for a long time. After I found it, I found a few rouge boxes under the box. It’s all dirty! It’s sinful, and the death can’t escape!”

Song set salary began to worry about the end of the four-legged snake, tentatively asked: "The idiot should not be slaughtered by you..."

Juvenile shook his head. "No, let's leave it a little life. Go to the capital and then settle it with it in the fall. Right, son, to the capital, let's raise a few old hens, okay? At least five!"

Song’s salary was strange: “Eggs are enough to eat, why should I buy them? Don’t you always dislike the old hen that is too noisy?”

I am serious in a child's way: "At that time, I tied a rope on the foot of each old hen and tied it to the four legs and head of the idiot. If you are not happy, I can drive the old hen. Otherwise The four-legged snake was stupid and stupid. It was not slow to run. Every time I was exhausted, I would only be more angry..."

Listening to the mourning of his own prostitute, Song collected his brain full of pictures of the execution. He said to himself: "Isn't it a five-horse corpse... Oh, it's a five-chicken corpse."

Song raised his salary and laughed.

I was accustomed to the way of thinking of my own son, and I was not surprised. I just asked: "The son, the box is so heavy, how do we move the two, and there are still some good things, and the throwing is not thrown."

Song collected the salary station and got a snap: "Come out, I know you are hiding nearby, and you are bothered to move the box to the carriage."

There was no response around.

Song’s salary was silent for a long time, his face was dark and sullen: “Get out! Believe it or not, let my uncle come and move in person?!”

After a few moments, several hidden figures appeared in the alleys from the opposite side of Mud Lane, or quietly in the alleys outside the courtyard.

A total of five black warriors, after the leader pushed the door, sneaked in.

Hesitated for the first person, hugged his fists and said: "Before the duties, do not dare to show up, but also hope that the temple will be guilty."

Song set salary face expressionless: "Busy you."

The man always kept his head down. "There is a daring sorrow to ask His Highness to help explain one or two at the prince."

Song salary is impatient: "This little thing, my uncle will care about you?!"

The five figures were not moving, standing in the yard with drizzle, and they refused to move.

Song set salary compromised: "Well, I will help you explain the situation."

The five people entered the house, and the three black men easily picked up the boxes. The first and last two empty-handed drivers, and slowly walked into the mud bottle lane, they all flew away.

Song salary is thoughtful.

Jiugui propped up a paper umbrella and handed it to Song’s salary. After locking the main house door and the courtyard door, the master and the servant stood in front of the courtyard with the umbrella. The Spring Festival couplets with red letters on the bottom and the painted gods of the door, whispered: "I don't know if we can come back next time, we can't see the couple."

Wakkan said: "When you leave, you are gone, what are you doing back?"

Song’s salary was self-deprecating: “It’s right, it’s mixed, you can’t find someone to show off when you come back, you can’t mix it, and there are a lot of jokes.”

The rain did not stop, the alleys gradually became muddy, and I was not willing to wait for more, and urged: "Go away."

Song raised his salary and nodded. The two went to the alleys of Muliang Lane.

I am a child, and I am in a hurry.

Song’s salary went behind her, and his footsteps were slow. When he passed the high wall of the alley facing the door of a family house, Song’s salary with an umbrella stopped and turned to look.

The teenager looked at the yellow mud wall without any surprises.

Before I saw it, I couldn’t help but blame: "The son, don’t go faster, the rain will be big!"

Under the umbrella, the teenager couldn’t see the expression. After raising his arm and doing an action, the teenager should greet the niece and finally began to speed up.

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In the carriage on the street outside the mud bottle lane, Da Yu Wang Song Changjing is closing his eyes.

The Supervisory Department will establish a secret file every day. The nine most famous scorpion spies are responsible for observing the records. The above is written, all of which are the daily triviality of "the illegitimate son of the supervising official Song Daren". Today I went to the street with the prostitute, how much did I spend on the food, and what was the sage book in the early morning, when I first secretly drank, and who I went to the town to put on paper, because What happened, where the people had disputes, etc., everything was fine, all recorded in the archives, and then sent to Datunjingcheng once every three months, was sent to the royal palace table of the palace, and finally gathered. I compiled it into a book, and I was personally named as the "little living record" by the brother who loved the dance. I have been recording from a small living to a small living record of fifteen, a fifteen-year-old boy, a fifteen-year-old. Drops were written into fifteen books.

Before Song Changjing came to the town, he read through the books that were all boring little things, but he was keenly aware of one of the "seven", with one page missing in the middle, apparently being torn off. This should mean that there was a huge change in the summer and autumn when Song was 12 years old.

Before Song Changjing came to the town, he thought it was a **** assassination that started in the capital of Dagu, involving some people who even dumb to eat Huanglian. However, Song Changjing later realized that I am afraid that the story recorded on that page is definitely not a pleasant memory for the juvenile Song salary, and it must be related to Chen Pingxiang.

Song Changjing began to sort out the thoughts, this rare sneak sneak peek, and carefully recall the details of the conversations recorded by the two teenagers, as well as the scenes at the time.

Song Changjing opened his eyes and disliked the curtains of the car. He first saw the slender figure of the ovary, and then the scorpion Song set the salary. The master and the servant went to the second carriage, and the three boxes were moved to the last one. On the carriage.

Song Changjing whispered: "Walking."

The carriage slowly drove up.

The carriage stopped suddenly. It didn't take long for Song to rush into the carriage with anger and anger. "What do you mean?!"

Song Changjing asked: "You mean the body on your carriage?"

Song set salary face iron blue, staring at Song Changjing.

Song Changjing’s look is dull. “Do you know the identity of the body? There are seven Daxie espionage agencies. The king controls three of them. It is mainly used to infiltrate the national courts, spy on important military conditions, and buy enemy civil warriors. It is mainly aimed at the ruling and lyrics of the dynasty and the dynamics of the rivers and lakes, especially the need to stare at the capital. The last one is specifically responsible for dealing with the monks on the mountain, directly under the jurisdiction of ... someone, this town has a total of nine amnesty spies, From these seven places, in order to ensure your safety, there is absolutely no mistake."

Song collected salary: "What do you want to say?"

Song Changjing smiled and said: "The bend in the head here, the person who is loyal to the truth, the truth of a lot of black smoke, wants the king to tell you clearly, it is difficult to estimate, anyway, this person is dead and dead. But you need to remember a little Nowadays, outsiders regard you as the great priest, and regard it as a vain, and they are not afraid of you, they are flattering, you can take it all, but don't forget why they are."

Song set salary sneered: "Oh? Why?"

Song Changjing smiled and said: "Do you think that it is really important to you? Everything is just because the king is staying by your side. I am afraid that you can't remember this thing, so take this opportunity to make you look good. Stay with the dead. Together, it's very uncomfortable. But it's better than the next time, you need the king to stay next to your body."

Song’s salary was full of red.

Song Changjing squinted at the boy, his tone was cold and indifferent: "Get off the bus."

Song’s salary immediately swallowed back to the words of his mouth, silently turned around, biting his teeth and hating to leave.

After Song Changjing waited for the boy to get off the bus, he laughed and said, "Just do it. After coming to the capital, you must not be stared at by the tigers and foxes who have lost their teeth. Can you want to tear off some pieces of meat from you?"

The king of the king thought of going to the capital, but it was also a headache.

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Inside the train, the dead man is the most occupied.

Song’s salary was very unsuitable, but the prostitute’s face was as usual. He asked casually: “Yes, I’m a child, do you bring the old keys of our family?”

She wondered: "No, I put it in my house, I don't want to go back, hey, son, what do you want to do, and then you don't have a bunch of home keys?"

Song’s salary was screamed and smiled: "I also lost the house."

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Three carriages drove past the old banyan tree, drove out of the town, and finally bumped on the muddy road, all the way east.

When passing through the gate of the town's Dongna Road, Zheng Dafeng, the janitor who had sheltered from the rain in his own mud house, squatted at the door with his hands and looked at the three carriages. The old bachelor yawned.

About half an hour later, Song Changjing said: "Parking!"

Song Changjing walked down the carriage, and the Song salary and the childish Gui on the carriage behind him picked up the curtains. The two heads were crowded together and curiously looked at Song Changjing.

Song Changjing waved his hand, and Song’s salary was pulled back by the child.

Song Changjing went forward. Not far away, there was a middle-aged man with his ugly appearance, who was in the middle of the road. The pair of sandals and legs were full of mud.

Song Changjing walked forward and smiled and said: "I really didn't think that the town still harbors you with such a character. It seems that our big spy is really not eating and eating."

The snow-white robes, which were originally unclean and stained, were also covered with mud, and the boots were naturally hard to escape.

Song Changjing finally stopped at ten steps away from the man. "Since you didn't start playing, you can talk about it. What are you doing?"

Even the roof of the house was also given to the man who was trampled by the mountain. At this time, facing the big scorpion king, there was still a little bit of sulking on the ground, Shen Sheng said: "Song Changjing, as long as you have played, you Can survive, naturally know the answer!"

Song Changjing frowned, and the man would know: "Let the carriage pass first."

Song Changjing nodded with a smile, did not turn around, always stared at the man, shouting loudly: "The carriage is ahead, just go forward."

The man walked to the side of the road and let the three carriages pass unimpeded.

Song Changjing waited until the carriage completely disappeared into the field of vision, and this looked at the man who waited patiently.

This person's realm is higher than himself.

However, the gap between the two is limited.

Song Changjing had no fear. On the contrary, the war was high-spirited, and the blood was boiling.

This person, although not known, is definitely the best whetstone for the martial arts.

Song Changjing’s intuition tells himself that today is death and life, tomorrow is nine or ten, all in one fell swoop!