Peach and plum spring breeze and a glass of wine

Face?

What else do you want!

Yang Ge shouted angrily, grabbed Shen Fa's collar, lifted him up, and banged him left and right.

Although he didn't really go all out, Shen Fa, who had the strength of the Qi Sea Realm, was not that weak.

But such a blow, a double psychological and physical blow, still made Shen Fa scream in pain.

After about five or six rounds of smashing, Yang Ge let go, put his hands on his hips, looked down at Shen Fa and said loudly: I'm telling you, next time you try to trick me, I'll break your legs!

After saying that, he opened his eyes and glanced at the embroidered warriors around him who were pointing steel knives at him.

The fierce look in his eyes scared all the embroidered warriors back.

Yang Ge turned around and left, walked a few steps and ran away, laughing loudly as he ran, as happy as a child weighing more than 100 pounds.

Shen Fa spit out a few mouthfuls of dust, pushed himself up with his body that seemed to be falling apart, and shouted at his retreating back: Where are you going?

Yang Ge shouted without looking back: Go home!

What?

You came all this way just to beat me up?

Shen Fa broke through the defense and roared furiously: Yang Ergou, I'm not done with you!

Hahaha……

Yang Ge on the other side laughed louder and louder, and ran back along the way he came like a gust of wind, determined not to give Shen Fan a chance to regain his place.

Pedestrians coming and going on the street rushed over to see this strong man who dared to beat even the high-ranking officials of Xiu Yiwei in the street, and they quickly gave way to both sides of the street, fearing that Chi Yu would be harmed...

When Yang Ge saw this, he shouted loudly without looking back: Clean up your yard when you have free time. Don't take all the damn turtles and bastards home. You are shameless. I am still embarrassed!

Shen Fa jumped on his feet: My mother...

Before he could finish his curse words, Yang Ge's back had already disappeared around the corner at the end of the long street.

Coincidentally, the old carriage that Yang Ge had encountered on the road turned around the corner.

They watched inexplicably as the young man they had met once passed by like a gust of wind, and then took a distant look at Shen Fei, who was covered in gray.

Shen Fa also saw the carriage from a distance, as well as the dark man standing next to the carriage with two steel guns on his back.

The angry look on his face suddenly solidified. When he came back to his senses, he hurriedly covered his face with his sleeves and walked quickly to the Beizhen Prefecture: What are you doing standing there in a daze? You don't think it's embarrassing enough? Do you really want to wait? If you had protected me, I would have died eight times...

He stepped into the door of the Beizhen Prefecture and wanted to laugh again for no reason, but as soon as he raised the corner of his mouth, he suppressed it again and shouted without looking back: Call the painter to come see me quickly!

At the corner of the street, the dark-skinned man also burst into laughter. There was an indescribable relief in his laughter.

…

Yang Ge carried a pack of cooking cakes in his arms and left Luoyang City among the last wave of people leaving the city.

After walking a mile or two, he glanced back at the setting sun, turned around, picked up a cloud of smoke and ran towards the road pavilion.

Night road?

Mr. Yelu can also go home!

The more he ran, the easier and smoother he ran.

It was as if this vast world was suddenly filled with the smell of freedom.

Even a body of true energy and martial arts are no longer just armor and sharp blades, but have become money in a bankbook and oil in a gas tank, which can take him wherever he wants to go...

Wuhu!

He was like a monkey that had just transformed, screaming five or six feet away.

At the end of the eleventh year of Xiping, he came to the Wei Dynasty.

It is now the beginning of the fourteenth year of Xiping.

Two years later, he finally cheered up and faced the humidity and haze that would still envelope his life.

Living in the moment……

…

Sunset and moonrise.

The sky is filled with stars lighting up the snow.

Yang Ge, who had been running for more than an hour, stopped suddenly and looked around at the unfamiliar scenery: Am I going the wrong way?

He scratched his head and looked back and forth: No, this is official, and I didn't go astray...

After hesitating for a moment, he decided to walk a little further and take a look. If he still felt something was wrong, he would just find a place to spend the night and wait until daybreak to ask for directions.

After walking forward for about five or six miles, he suddenly found a fire in front of him. Under the moonlight, he seemed to be able to vaguely see a house-shaped fire.

Overjoyed, he quickened his pace and walked toward the fire.

Before he even got close, he heard the sound of a fight...

You won't be so bloody, will you?

He hesitated for a moment, then scratched his head and moved closer, only to find that this house was actually a post station for officials and their families to board and exchange horses.

He became more and more confused and jumped to the wall. He saw fire everywhere in the inn. A group of policemen wearing soap coats and holding oxtail knives were struggling to resist a group of masked assassins wearing night clothes and with messy weapons. .

There are many people on both sides, but at first glance, the number of these masked assassins is at least twice that of the police.

Together, the two parties must number at least a hundred and fifty.

‘What a big scene! ’

Yang Ge thought for a while, pulled off the sweat towel from his waist and covered his face, summoned his energy and shouted loudly: Stop it, why are you making such noise in the middle of the night? Do you still have a sense of public morality? My neighbors don't need to sleep!

A loud roar like a lion's roar calmed down the many agents and assassins in black who were fighting in the inn. They looked at Yang Ge, who was wearing a short brown suit and a sweat scarf, and then exchanged looks with strange expressions. .

Detectives: ‘Is this guy one of yours? ’

Assassins: ‘Aren’t they your people? ’

Police officers: ‘What should we do? Should we fight? ’

Assassins: 'This guy looks like he has very good martial arts skills...'

Yang Ge waited for a moment, and then spoke again impatiently: Is there anyone who can speak? Come up and answer a question. What are you doing? Isn't the post station used to rest?

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a masked assassin with a twitching brain, and he shouted fiercely: The White Lotus Sect is doing things, you don't want to die!

Oh, the White Lotus Sect is so awesome!

Yang Ge suddenly realized it and turned to look at the group of policemen: What about you? Which yamen are you from?

A heroic military officer wearing a black gauze on his head, wearing a velvet uniform, and holding a ring-headed sword replied loudly: I am Pei Jixun, Zuo Shaoqing of Dali Temple. Who are you?

Yang Ge picked his ears and said, I'm just a traveler. I passed by this place in the middle of the night and wanted to come in and have a rest... Can you guys wait a while and let me have a rest and eat some cooking cakes?

act recklessly!

Don't pay attention to him, hurry up...

superior!

His casual attitude irritated the masked assassins, and the Dali Temple police officers in that compartment had taken this opportunity to regroup and set up defenses, so they started to attack again noisily.

A cowardly masked assassin even shook his hands and fired a few darts at Yang Ge.

trouble!

Yang Ge sighed, casually swaying a burst of energy to blow away the darts, and then shouted: Hey, can someone tell me, who among you is the good guy and who is the bad guy?

Pei Jixun, who was wielding a sword and fighting fiercely in that compartment, caught a glimpse of him firing darts in the air. He heard the sound and responded loudly: My lord, I was ordered to go out to Beijing to secretly investigate the matter of Jia Xijin, the magistrate of Laizhou, Shandong, colluding with Prince Ning's palace to commit rebellion. These White Lotus Sect monsters are I came here for the evidence that I found!

Shandong? Prince Ning?

Yang Ge secretly said, What a bloody idiot. He replied, Young man, Qi Dang has just won the position of Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, how could he collude with Prince Ning to rebel?

Pei Jixun knew as soon as he heard that this was a sensible person, and he quickly responded: My hero, Jia Xijin is not from the Qi Party, he is a backbone of the Zhejiang Party.

Have all the officials of the Zhejiang Party made it to the Qi Party's bed? These officials are really having fun!

He shook his head in admiration and said: This makes sense... Hey, everyone from the White Lotus Sect, can you give me some face tonight and give up and retreat?

Who do you think you are?

Leave no one alive...

kill him!

A group of masked assassins were furious when they heard the sound, and a dozen people immediately surrounded Yang Ge.

Yang Ge glanced at them, jumped up, and slapped the dozens of masked assassins with a snowy palm.

The powerful zhenqi turned into majestic palm power and fell from the sky. With one palm, several masked assassins were so shocked that they vomited blood and flew out.

The idea is tough, Master Qian and Master Wu should help a certain family quickly!

A masked assassin holding a nine-ringed sword yelled upon seeing this.

Yang Ge heard the sound and used the skill of a thousand catties to fall straight towards the man.

The man was horrified when he saw this. He picked up the nine-ring sword and struck at Yang Ge.

Yang Ge lifted up his left leg and swung it, swinging the nine-ringed sword away calmly and with his right palm, he hit the man on the forehead with a fierce force like a thunderbolt.

The man lost his breath on the spot.

Yang Ge landed on the ground, took the nine-ring sword from his hand, and jumped into the crowd of masked assassins in front. A set of eight open and close wind-breaking movements unleashed pieces of sword energy, slashing people like cuts. Grass!

He cleared out a large bloody open space of the crowded masked assassins on the spot...

clang!

A two-handed sword with the Big Dipper outlined in front of the sword blocked the nine-ring sword.

As soon as Yang Ge raised his head, he saw a burly figure wearing night clothes with excellent material and seemingly dark patterns standing in front of him.

Your Excellency, you will treat my brothers and sisters of the White Lotus Sect like a piece of grass, wouldn't you?

When the masked assassins around them saw this man, they all bowed and retreated with fists in their hands...

This person seems to have just arrived and has a high status.

Yang Ge put away the knife and took two steps back slowly: I asked them to give me some face, but instead of giving it, they even wanted to kill me... What can I do?

The burly figure also lowered his sword, slowly shook his head and said: We, the White Lotus Sect, have no reason to give up halfway.

Yang Ge: This is difficult to handle!

The burly figure said: Since you are passing by this place, why don't you continue on your way? It would be unwise to wade into this muddy water just based on the words of that dog official!

Yang Ge: It's not all because of his one-sided words. There is still some personal grudge in it.

The burly figure said: Is there any solution?

Yang Ge: Probably not.

The burly figure said: Then what do you want to do before you give up? You might as well draw a path.

Yang Ge thought for a while and replied: Let's do this. You stab me three times, and if you survive, I will turn around and leave. Or you stab me three times, and if I die, it will be over.

No need to go to such trouble!

The burly figure clasped his fists without thinking: I will give you this face today, and we will see each other in the future to see who is better!

ha?

Yang Ge wondered: Don't you insist? What if I can't kill you with three swords?

The burly figure said: There is really no need to bother. A trivial matter is not worthy of a life-and-death struggle with a master like you.

Boring!

Yang Ge yawned: Then please invite me, it's getting late, I want to rest early!

The burly figure nodded, sheathed his sword and whistled, then turned around and strode out of the inn.

In an instant, the masked assassins who fought with the Dali Temple policemen retreated like a tide, carrying the dead and wounded present and exiting the inn in an orderly manner.

The strict discipline made Yang Ge frown... Except for the battle formation, this discipline was no worse than that of the military!

In that compartment, all the Dali Temple police officers looked at the White Lotus cultists receding like a tide, and they all breathed a long sigh of relief.

Pei Jixun put away his sword and stepped forward, gratefully held his hand to Yang Ge and said, Thank you so much, hero, for saving the lives of me and all my colleagues...

Wait a minute!

Yang Ge waved his hand and interrupted his thanks: I have helped you so much, you don't want to send me away with a few empty words of thanks, do you?

Pei Jixun looked at him in surprise: Huh?

Ah for what?

Yang Ge spread out a hand: Give me some money. An official as big as you must not be short of money, right?

Pei Jixun immediately remembered that this guy was traveling in the middle of the night and had nothing, not even a horse. He must not have a rich life...

Yes, yes, it's the one below, isn't it...

He nodded and took out a wad of banknotes from his arms, no matter how many there were, and handed them all to Yang Ge: If you still have money, please come back to Beijing with me, and I will spend all my money. The family property must also satisfy the hero. If it is inconvenient for him to enter Beijing, he might as well leave an address and send some rituals back later...

He could see clearly just now that the man in front of him was chopping people like vegetables with a few knives. It was definitely not something that could be done by Qi Hai!

If you can win over a true giant with a little money, you will make a profit no matter how much you spend!

tui~

Yang Ge dipped some saliva on his fingers and carefully counted the stack of banknotes in his hand. He found that the smallest denomination among them was fifty taels. In this stack, there were at least two or three thousand taels. He was immediately satisfied. Fold the stack of banknotes and put them away properly: That's enough, that's enough. I'll save you next time I encounter him!

As soon as Pei Jixun saw his untied look, he knew that this guy must have never seen money: Master, can you give me a name? I will have a backup for tonight's incident!

Yang Ge thought for a while and replied: It's easy to say, a certain family's surname is Ding Xiu, with a very smooth handwriting, and people in the world call him 'Jia Qian Jushi'!

Pei Jixun: This...

…

Shen Fa: This...

He looked at the familiar meticulous painting in his hand, but with a wilder and wilder style, and then looked at the painter below.

The painter clasped his hands and said, Sir, you know that it is difficult to break out of the preconceived notions of painting the same guest twice.

Shen Fa nodded, then came back to his senses and carefully looked at the meticulous painting in his hand.

The scenery and structure of the scroll have not changed fundamentally from the original Looking Homeward scene.

The only change was the middle-aged man standing at the end of the Ink City looking at the Gongbi Village across the river, smiling more ugly than crying.

Now he has turned around, with his back to his peaceful and prosperous hometown, carrying a long knife shaped like a ring-shaped knife on his shoulder, striding towards the building with flowing clothes, and the wild and torn brush strokes look like raging flames all over the sky. The fuzzy city.

The more he thought about it, the more interesting he found it...

After a long time, he asked: The original painting was called 'Looking Homeward', what is this one called again?

The painter glanced at him secretly and responded in a low voice: In my humble opinion, this painting should be called 'Xia Ke Xing'.

Xia Ke Xing?

Shen Fa chewed these three words and thought secretly in his heart... It seems that he can no longer use dirty tricks on that dead snake in the future, it hurts too much!

No, we can’t call that snake anymore.

That dead snake has come back to life and has the potential to turn into a dragon!