Legend of Fei Chapter 74: Incidents

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When Zhou Fei first came to the small town around Forty-eight Villages, she was a hillbilly who wished to have more eyes, but once she was born again and again, she came back after such a long time, she seemed to have already considered herself. Half of the host, all the way to Wu Chuchu and Xie Yun instructing Shuzhong Fengwu-most of them were Deng Zhen and Mrs. Wang just told her when they left home last time, Zhou Fei is now buying and selling, and some senior brothers Deng It seemed to have mentioned it, but it took too long and she couldn't remember. Zhou Fei would make up a few words on the weak impression, speaking nonsense and serious.

If Xie Yun hadn't lurked here for more than half a year in order to sneak into the Forty-eight Village, I might have believed her.

Xie Yun was so bad that she wanted to see what she could make up. She laughed so much that her intestines were knotted, but she didn't expose her, but she also put on a pious listening appearance, and asked her to talk more. Sentence, I feel like I have accumulated enough jokes for my survival in the next two years.

In the evening, when I checked into the inn, Xie Yun also knowingly asked: "I don't think it's too far, why don't we go up the mountain directly, we have to delay a day here?"

Zhou Feixin said: "How do I know?"

Since she met Maggie and the others, she was no longer a heroine who said that she was the only one who made the decision. She wiped her face, and Zhou Fei turned and became a small follower. When she followed Mrs. Wang and Lao, she was like "don’t care about everything." The sluggishness of "resting" came back immediately. Maggie said to leave, and she followed. Maggie said to rest, she rested without objection. Zhou Fei did not participate in where she settled and which route she took. opinion.

It is said that if a toddler falls down, if there is no one around, he will get up on his own without doing anything, but if there is an adult around, then the little boys have to cry. It must be advertised to the public.

When Zhou Fei didn’t see her relatives, she was upright and upright, but when she returned to someone she knew, her childishness had the upper hand before she had time to subside. Hearing Xie Yun’s question, she was very reasonable. Evidencefully replied: "Well, first of all, the mountain road is not easy to walk after dark, the forest is foggy, and it is especially easy to get lost, and then..."

Ma Jili really couldn't listen anymore. He deliberately raised his voice slightly, and sent a disciple who accompanied him to say: "The number, list and tokens are all checked, and sent to the first sentry post in the mountain."

Zhou Fei suddenly realized that it was only then that he remembered that there was a sentry post, and asked to make up for it without changing his face: "Yes, in addition, we are strict in entering and exiting the village. We have to check our identities carefully and we have to go through..."

In order to prevent her from making up any more, Maggie hurriedly continued: "Ordinary disciples can go in and out after two checks are correct. The first time a stranger enters the mountain, it will be more troublesome. At least one elder must be reported. It will probably wait. Two or three days. The master will not be at home, I am afraid it will be a bit slower than usual."

Zhou Fei nodded, pretending that he actually knew it.

Wu Chuchu was the first to laugh, and Xie Yun held up the tea cup to cover his face.

Zhou Fei is inexplicable.

Ma Jili gave a dry cough and said: "This son of Xie spent the time alone in Ximojiang. He has been the first person in almost 20 years. I think the outposts and the rules of the mountain are very familiar."

Zhou Fei: "..."

Xie Yun flew away with a teacup before she stomped her foot. The old man playing storytelling under the teahouse was taken aback by him and broke a bunch of chaotic sounds.

Laughter broke out in the teahouse, and the old storyteller was not angry, but he rolled his eyes reluctantly at Xie Yun who suddenly flew out, threw the piano, picked up the gavel and tapped gently, and said:" Xianzi is a little damp, so I won’t play anymore. Lao Chu is talking about an old joke with you today."

Xie Yun turned over and sat on the beam of the wooden frame of the tea house, and took a sip of the tea bowl—he just jumped up and down like that, and the water in the tea cup didn't spill a drop.

Just listen to someone upstairs saying: "The old man is good, the new jokes are all silly-shall we talk about the old village master?"

Another good person said: "Don't tell the story of a dragon ball dug out of the dragon king's mouth with a knife!"

The idlers up and down the teahouse burst into laughter again.

This place is quite leisurely. The storyteller Suri-li is used to knocking his teeth with everyone in the teahouse, and he is not short of money. He has a kind of indifferent character, and his white beard trembles. , He whispered: "Speaking of our hero, the old village master Li Zheng, he must be the number one..."

When they left home, Mrs. Wang and the others rushed in a hurry and did not stay in the small town. For the first time, Zhou Fei heard of this local teahouse feature, and did not quarrel with Xie Yun. Listen carefully.

The storyteller started from how Li Zhengchu became famous when he came out of the fledgling cottage, and he practiced the snowbreaker to sweep one side. There are ups and downs, and there are details and strategies. Although it is suspected of fabricating and exaggerating, it is very fascinating, although everyone here does not hear. After so many times, I still listened with gusto, and when he said "being a bandit", the whole building applauded.

Zhou Fei heard Maggie next to him sighed in a low voice, and said: "We are ordered to be a bandit, the old village master...the old village master is a kind of flesh and blood for us."

Zhou Fei turned his head and saw Xiushantang’s chief manager holding an empty cup, staring at the storyteller downstairs with a pair of eyes, and muttering in a low voice: "What is strange? It’s a huge forty-eight village. Not only is Uncle Ma who has been blessed by the old village master alone, but my father is one of the madmen who took over the incident. He is a heroic man who died in battle a hundred, but I was less than fifteen at the time. , The text was not made into a military force, and was ordered by the pseudo-government to pursue and kill, had to take the old mother and a pair of younger siblings to escape, and the relatives walked one by one on the road. If it were not for the old village master, your Uncle Ma would have become a pile of bones and scum. ."

Zhou Fei was embarrassed to follow others to praise his grandfather, so he grabbed Maggie's words and casually diverged: "I haven't heard you say that my father was the hero of the anti-pseudo-government back then."

"What a **** hero," Maggie waved his hand and smiled bitterly, with a vague expression of resentment, as if he still couldn't let go of his father. He sighed solemnly, "One has to know how many bowls of rice one has to eat, if they are all pillars, who Come to chop wood?"

When he said this, he looked up at Zhou Fei, his expression was very serious, as if he regarded Zhou Fei as a peer who could speak equally.

Majili said earnestly: "You said a man, his wife and children are in the room, and they couldn't even protect their lives, so he filled his brain with'righteousness' and rushed out to find death. Is it interesting? I have no corpse. Even if it hurts his family, he can be considered a man, and is he worthy to let the child yell at him so many "daddy" from childhood?"

Zhou Fei stared at him with big eyes for a while. Out of politeness, she pretended to nod her head with approval. In fact, she was very unsure about it, so: "Tell me why? I am neither a man nor a wife. Child."

Ma Jili seemed to realize that she couldn't understand who she was talking to, so she shook her head and laughed at herself, and then the voice changed, and gently taught: "The same is true for you, the boss is really relieved, you When Xiushantang took two pieces of red paper and withdrew it, Uncle Ma thought in his heart, this child, relying on her own skill, is so crazy, you see, she is sure to cause trouble when she goes out-what happened? Okay? Let me just say it. My kid is two years younger than you. If he is like you in the future, I will break his leg and not let him go out."

Li Yan made a grimace on Zhou Fei across the table, Zhou Fei hurriedly coughed, and stiffly changed the subject: "Uncle Ma, is the story of the old village owner that the old man said true?"

Ma Jili laughed when he heard the words: "The legend of the old Zhaizhu is more than the few things he said? I heard that when Cao Zhongkun usurped the throne, the twelve important officials were in danger and sent the young emperor to the south. It was also watched by our old village master, otherwise how could they go so smoothly?"

Wu Chuchu opened his eyes wide, and even Xie Yun leaned in unconsciously. In the lobby below, he said big books loudly. Zhou Fei and the others sat around Maggie and heard him speak in a low voice." "Small book" is also a joy.

Because the entourage was accompanied by two strangers, Wu Chuchu and Xie Yun, the feedback from Forty Eight Village was really slow, but the rules are rules. No one can be an exception unless the master calls the door himself. Zhou Fei and the others had no choice but to do so. Living in a small town under the mountain, fortunately, there are busy traffic in the town and I am not bored.

Li Yan quickly became acquainted with Wu Chuchu. During the day, either he heard about books in the teahouse, or he dragged Zhou Fei around in the market. On the third night of staying in the small town, Maggie went upstairs with a pot of wine and said to Zhou Fei and the others: "It's almost time for someone to come tomorrow. Your mother is not at home. These hoops are too hard to do things, so they all rest early. ——Ayan, what about you, don’t sleep until three poles tomorrow, it’s a bit too shameful."

Wu Chuchu returned to the room early, Li Yan grinned, and Zhou Fei glared at him, then reluctantly followed back to the next room, only Xie Yun stayed at the small wooden table by the window of the inn lobby. With a pot of thin wine he was accustomed to, he looked at the almost clear moonlight in the mountains of Shu through the raised windows.

Zhou Fei paused, and she finally recovered from the excitement of going home soon. Whether it is "Duan Wang" or Xie Yun, sending them back this time will only be a guest, it is impossible. After staying for a long time, the "Duan Wang" was out of status, Xie Yun... Zhou Fei felt that he seemed to be more accustomed to the life of a prodigal prodigal.

Then those who live and die together may soon be separated.

I don’t know if it’s been too long in the small town. Zhou Fei found that he was suddenly not particularly excited about Hui Shiba Zhai, but rather depressed.

She walked over to open the bench with her feet and sat next to Xie Yun. She found that from his perspective, she could just see a corner of Forty Eight Village. In the night, she could see the scattered lights, which made her sleepless. The sentry night watchman is patrolling the mountain.

That is her home.

What about Xie Yun's house?

Zhou Fei remembered that Xie Yun had mentioned the phrase "My family is in the old capital" like a glimpse of a glimpse. Now under the mountain of Shu, she has unprovoked a sense of infinite depression.

Zhou Fei suddenly asked: "What is the old like?"

Xie Yun didn't seem to expect her to ask this question suddenly. After a moment, he said: "The old city...the old is very cold. Unlike yours, where there are evergreen trees throughout the year, every winter, The streets are all bald, and sometimes there will be heavy snow, covering the flat stone slabs, and the places where the horses and horses have stepped on it are easy to freeze..."

According to the age, when Cao Zhongkun rebelled and the East Palace was on fire, Xie Yun was at best a child of two or three years old-can he remember things when he was two or three years old?

It's hard to say, at least for Zhou Fei, she can remember her father's cold hands and Li Erye's blood-stained back.

"But there is no freezing in the palace, there is charcoal fire, there is..." Xie Yun paused gently, took a sip of wine, and laughed, "I can't remember the other things, probably except for frozen Don’t be hungry, and there’s nothing particularly interesting. The rules are pretty big—when I grow up, I usually like to run south in winter. In order to save money, those small inns won’t light up fires for you, just in case you miss the hotel. , And you have to live in the wilderness where the wind leaks from all sides, not to mention the taste, it is better to go to southern Xinjiang to bask in the sun."

Zhou Fei hesitated: "Then you..."

"Do you remember that Cao Zhongkun burned the East Palace?" Xie Yun saw that Zhou Fei was cautious at first, and then as if shocked by himself, couldn't help but laugh, and said lightly, "Remember, I'll see you in this life Of course I remember the first fire I’ve ever experienced—as for what it feels like to say, I didn’t know what it meant to be scared at the time. I didn’t know what I would lose except the door of the red wall. The old man who rescued me The **** was devoted to his duties and didn’t let me see anything I shouldn’t see. As for my parents...I didn’t see much when I was a child, so I might as well get close to the nanny. Now the Southern Dynasty orthodox is supported by my uncle, and no one has followed him for so many years. I have to tell my face, I have to force me to take revenge or hate or something. In case they can really wipe out the anti-thief one day, I will go back and take a look at it. It may not be permanent. It is not as bitter and deep as you think."

His smile is not only not bitter, but also a little bit heartless. Although Zhou Fei is not good at observing words and colors, he always feels that there is something against Xie Yun.

She was about to speak when a sharp bird's song suddenly came from a mountain not far away. The flocks of birds were frightened and whizzed towards the night sky, suddenly a wicked wind blew up all around. , "Slap" closed the raised wooden windows, and the dim lanterns in the inn vibrated violently.

Zhou Fei's hand holding the wine glass stopped in mid-air, and his eyelids jumped twice without warning.

At this time, the Ximo River was still pitch black, scattered moonlight scattered randomly on the surface of the river, occasionally falling on the drag line, and a very thin reflection of light flew past the water surface.

After Li Jinrong left the Forty-Eight Village, Zhaizhong’s defense was naturally at the extreme. At this time, even if the old Yu stayed in the heart of the Ximo River, the big monster that sank in the water did not lurch and rest. If someone stood in the heart of the river. , You will find that the huge boulders under the mist are constantly moving. Once someone breaks in, the drag machine will immediately float up and stormy seas-the power is not even seen by Zhou Fei, the old fish just scared her, it is impossible to really do it This tumultuous big guy gave it to a little girl who hadn't gotten a job yet.

But this night, there was a figure fluttering across the murderous and hidden river surface and heading straight to the small pavilion in the heart of the river——