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Fu Xiaoguan tossed and turned that night and couldn't sleep.

On the same night, on the only way from Jinling to Wofeng Road, in a small town named Tianshui, in this small town, there was a tavern called the tavern. juvenile.

In front of him were six wine bottles and a plate of peanuts.

Five of the wine bottles are empty, but there are only five peanuts missing from the plate!

He drank a bottle of wine after eating one peanut.

A pot of wine weighs eight ounces per catty and has 32 degrees of alcohol. The alcohol content is not high, but it is also intoxicating.

But not only was he not drunk, his eyes became brighter and brighter as he drank!

This made the proprietress of the tavern very curious, so she took a bottle of wine and simply sat next to the young man.

"What's your last name?"

"The end of the Song Dynasty."

"...Final farewell?"

"Yes, the end of the Song Dynasty."

The proprietress looked at the long knife wrapped in black cloth that the young man placed beside her, then looked at the young man's hand holding the chopsticks, and suddenly smiled and said: "I drank so much, but this hand is still stable. You are a master of swordsmanship."

Song Zhong frowned. He didn't like talking, especially talking to strangers.

So he didn't ask the landlady's last name, and even his eyes only stayed on the landlady's face for a moment before looking out the door.

Outside the door was the dark red light reflected by the big red lantern. In Song Zhong's eyes, it was as red as blood - the blood on the knife mountain was redder than the lantern that night!

The master of the temple entered Daoshan with his sword. There were 623 people living on and off Daoshan, but none of them survived.

Not a single one of the 632 people Daoshan sent to Qingyun Mountain survived.

He was the only one left in the once glorious Nandaoshan Mountain!

Of course, those who left Daoshan to seek their own futures are not counted, such as Bai Yulian who helped the tyrants commit evil!

Song Zhong knew very well that with his current top-notch skills, he was not the Taoist Temple Master's cup of tea at all, but this matter was caused by Fu Xiaoguan, who was also a close disciple of the Temple Master.

So...we can't kill Su Changsheng, nor Su Jue, nor even Gao Yuanyuan, so we have no choice but to kill Fu Xiaoguan - this thief! It was this **** who came up with the six doors!

Now, under the leadership of Su Jue, the Six Doors are killing people everywhere like mad dogs.

They killed many people in the green forest who were unwilling to surrender. They said... whoever dares to spread rumors about Queen Shang will be silenced by the swords in their hands!

They killed for more than ten days, and gradually calmed down this huge river and lake.

What followed was my father's handwriting - now posted in major market towns.

That word was indeed written by my father, but the content... was a confession!

Repented that he had wronged Empress Shang, and told that he had been blinded by lard and tried to trap Empress Shang in an unkind and unjust situation.

Song Zhong put his chopsticks down instead of landing on the peanuts. He twisted the last bottle of wine and took a swig.

Father Song Qingtian fell into the hands of the imperial court, and he was afraid that his life would be worse than death.

He did not try to rescue his father. He did not even think about holding Fu Xiaoguan hostage and asking the court to release his father, because even if he did let him go, even if he fled to the end of the world, he was afraid that the mad dogs from the Taoist Academy would chase him and bite him until he was about to die. They bite until they die.

Rather than die like that, it would be better to kill Fu Xiaoguan, the culprit, and leave a good name in this world.

"My name is Qingqing, Qingqing from Qingqing Prairie..."

The proprietress also took a sip from the wine bottle, smashed her mouth, looked at Song Zhong, and said with a smile: "It's late at night, it's time for my tavern to close. If Mr. Song wants to stay in the hotel... ...There are two upper rooms above. If Mr. Song does not want to stay in the hotel, please pay the bill and leave with this bottle of wine."

Song Zhong's hand touched his waist, but he didn't touch the money bag.

He looked down and saw that the money bag originally hanging on his waist was missing!

He was suddenly startled, and then his face suddenly turned red.

Qingqing looked at it and smiled even brighter.

"It seems... Mr. Song has no money."

"No, I originally had it."

Qingqing stretched her waist and said, "The slave family opened a store in Tianshui City when I was eighteen years old. It has been ten years. In these ten years, the slave family has encountered situations like the master's at least a hundred times..."

Her face suddenly sank, "Don't think that if you carry a knife, the slave family will be afraid."

As she said this, her palms slowly sank into the table and said:

"If you can't come up with any money today, please keep the knife or agree to do something for the slave family."

Song Zhong frowned and stared at the hand embedded in the table for five breaths.

This woman is a master!

The knife is his life, so of course he cannot leave it behind.

Song Zhong raised his head and looked at Qingqing, "What's the matter?"

"Since your name is Song Zhong, go and help the Nu family kill someone and die for him!"

"Who to kill?"

"Fu Xiaoguan!"

Song Zhong was startled, "The girl has a grudge against Fu Xiaoguan?"

"This is not something you should ask. There are rules in the world. Mr. Song, please remember to keep your promise."

"...Okay!"

"Tonight the moon is bright, take your knife, keep the remaining wine, go to Yuhe Post, kill Fu Xiaoguan, and the slave family will cook wine for the young master in person!"

Song Zhong held the knife, walked out of the tavern, looked up at the bright moon in the sky, put the long knife on his back, and left Tianshui Town under the moonlight.

Qingqing looked at the back and suddenly smiled brightly. At this time, a lame man walked in from the backyard, took the remaining bottle of wine on the table and drank it down in one gulp, "What number is this?"

"The eighteenth."

"Including me, there are nineteen people. Can they kill Fu Xiaoguan?"

Qingqing was silent for a long time, "I guess I still can't kill him, but it's too late to wait for anyone."

The **** frowned, "What should I do?"

"If you add me, there will be twenty, and we should be able to kill him."

The tavern in Tianshui Town closed its doors and turned off the lights. After a long time, the door was never opened again, and the lights were never turned on again.

……

……

Fu Xiaoguan and his party left Zhang Pingyi and continued eastward.

In the following days, Fu Xiaoguan answered Nangong Piaoxue’s questions in detail. The rest of the time, he chatted and laughed with the four beauties. When the motorcade stopped, he would chat with Yun Xiyan. Next plan.

Occasionally he would be silent for a period of time, but he was not thinking about the time-traveling senior who left the poem "Farewell Cambridge", but about the details of managing Wo Feng Road.

For example, household production is guaranteed to each household.

For example, green ecological agriculture such as mulberry planting and silkworm raising in greenhouses.

Also such as the preparation and planning of high-tech incubation zones, etc.

Through this journey for ten days, the weather was calm and the problems that Eunuch Jia once worried about have not arisen yet.

At noon on June 25, the tenth year of the Xuan Li calendar.

The clouds were low and the weather was very sultry. The convoy arrived at Yuheyi. The heavy rain that had been brewing for a long time finally poured down like a torrent.

"It's a good thing."

Fu Xiaoguan stood on the second floor of the inn, watching the rain hitting the lotus leaves, and felt that the rain came at just the right time.

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Fu Xiaoguan tossed and turned that night and couldn't sleep.

On the same night, on the only way from Jinling to Wofeng Road, in a small town named Tianshui, in this small town, there was a tavern called the tavern. juvenile.

In front of him were six wine bottles and a plate of peanuts.

Five of the wine bottles are empty, but there are only five peanuts missing from the plate!

He drank a bottle of wine after eating one peanut.

A pot of wine weighs eight ounces per catty and has 32 degrees of alcohol. The alcohol content is not high, but it is also intoxicating.

But not only was he not drunk, his eyes became brighter and brighter as he drank!

This made the proprietress of the tavern very curious, so she took a bottle of wine and simply sat next to the young man.

"What's your last name?"

"The end of the Song Dynasty."

"...Final farewell?"

"Yes, the end of the Song Dynasty."

The proprietress looked at the long knife wrapped in black cloth that the young man placed beside her, then looked at the young man's hand holding the chopsticks, and suddenly smiled and said: "I drank so much, but this hand is still stable. You are a master of swordsmanship."

Song Zhong frowned. He didn't like talking, especially talking to strangers.

So he didn't ask the landlady's last name, and even his eyes only stayed on the landlady's face for a moment before looking out the door.

Outside the door was the dark red light reflected by the big red lantern. In Song Zhong's eyes, it was as red as blood - the blood on the knife mountain was redder than the lantern that night!

The master of the temple entered Daoshan with his sword. There were 623 people living on and off Daoshan, but none of them survived.

Not a single one of the 632 people Daoshan sent to Qingyun Mountain survived.

He was the only one left in the once glorious Nandaoshan Mountain!

Of course, those who left Daoshan to seek their own futures are not counted, such as Bai Yulian who helped the tyrants commit evil!

Song Zhong knew very well that with his current top-notch skills, he was not the Taoist Temple Master's cup of tea at all, but this matter was caused by Fu Xiaoguan, who was also a close disciple of the Temple Master.

So...we can't kill Su Changsheng, nor Su Jue, nor even Gao Yuanyuan, so we have no choice but to kill Fu Xiaoguan - this thief! It was this **** who came up with the six doors!

Now, under the leadership of Su Jue, the Six Doors are killing people everywhere like mad dogs.

They killed many people in the green forest who were unwilling to surrender. They said... whoever dares to spread rumors about Queen Shang will be silenced by the swords in their hands!

They killed for more than ten days, and gradually calmed down this huge river and lake.

What followed was my father's handwriting - now posted in major market towns.

That word was indeed written by my father, but the content... was a confession!

Repented that he had wronged Empress Shang, and told that he had been blinded by lard and tried to trap Empress Shang in an unkind and unjust situation.

Song Zhong put his chopsticks down instead of landing on the peanuts. He twisted the last bottle of wine and took a swig.

Father Song Qingtian fell into the hands of the imperial court, and he was afraid that his life would be worse than death.

He did not try to rescue his father. He did not even think about holding Fu Xiaoguan hostage and asking the court to release his father, because even if he did let him go, even if he fled to the end of the world, he was afraid that the mad dogs from the Taoist Academy would chase him and bite him until he was about to die. They bite until they die.

Rather than die like that, it would be better to kill Fu Xiaoguan, the culprit, and leave a good name in this world.

"My name is Qingqing, Qingqing from Qingqing Prairie..."

The proprietress also took a sip from the wine bottle, smashed her mouth, looked at Song Zhong, and said with a smile: "It's late at night, it's time for my tavern to close. If Mr. Song wants to stay in the hotel... ...There are two upper rooms above. If Mr. Song does not want to stay in the hotel, please pay the bill and leave with this bottle of wine."

Song Zhong's hand touched his waist, but he didn't touch the money bag.

He looked down and saw that the money bag originally hanging on his waist was missing!

He was suddenly startled, and then his face suddenly turned red.

Qingqing looked at it and smiled even brighter.

"It seems... Mr. Song has no money."

"No, I originally had it."

Qingqing stretched her waist and said, "The slave family opened a store in Tianshui City when I was eighteen years old. It has been ten years. In these ten years, the slave family has encountered situations like the master's at least a hundred times..."

Her face suddenly sank, "Don't think that if you carry a knife, the slave family will be afraid."

As she said this, her palms slowly sank into the table and said:

"If you can't come up with any money today, please keep the knife or agree to do something for the slave family."

Song Zhong frowned and stared at the hand embedded in the table for five breaths.

This woman is a master!

The knife is his life, so of course he cannot leave it behind.

Song Zhong raised his head and looked at Qingqing, "What's the matter?"

"Since your name is Song Zhong, go and help the Nu family kill someone and die for him!"

"Who to kill?"

"Fu Xiaoguan!"

Song Zhong was startled, "The girl has a grudge against Fu Xiaoguan?"

"This is not something you should ask. There are rules in the world. Mr. Song, please remember to keep your promise."

"...Okay!"

"Tonight the moon is bright, take your knife, keep the remaining wine, go to Yuhe Post, kill Fu Xiaoguan, and the slave family will cook wine for the young master in person!"

Song Zhong held the knife, walked out of the tavern, looked up at the bright moon in the sky, put the long knife on his back, and left Tianshui Town under the moonlight.

Qingqing looked at the back and suddenly smiled brightly. At this time, a lame man walked in from the backyard, took the remaining bottle of wine on the table and drank it down in one gulp, "What number is this?"

"The eighteenth."

"Including me, there are nineteen people. Can they kill Fu Xiaoguan?"

Qingqing was silent for a long time, "I guess I still can't kill him, but it's too late to wait for anyone."

The **** frowned, "What should I do?"

"If you add me, there will be twenty, and we should be able to kill him."

The tavern in Tianshui Town closed its doors and turned off the lights. After a long time, the door was never opened again, and the lights were never turned on again.

……

……

Fu Xiaoguan and his party left Zhang Pingyi and continued eastward.

In the following days, Fu Xiaoguan answered Nangong Piaoxue’s questions in detail. The rest of the time, he chatted and laughed with the four beauties. When the motorcade stopped, he would chat with Yun Xiyan. Next plan.

Occasionally he would be silent for a period of time, but he was not thinking about the time-traveling senior who left the poem "Farewell Cambridge", but about the details of managing Wo Feng Road.

For example, household production is guaranteed to each household.

For example, green ecological agriculture such as mulberry planting and silkworm raising in greenhouses.

Also such as the preparation and planning of high-tech incubation zones, etc.

Through this journey for ten days, the weather was calm and the problems that Eunuch Jia once worried about have not arisen yet.

At noon on June 25, the tenth year of the Xuan Li calendar.

The clouds were low and the weather was very sultry. The convoy arrived at Yuheyi. The heavy rain that had been brewing for a long time finally poured down like a torrent.

"It's a good thing."

Fu Xiaoguan stood on the second floor of the inn, watching the rain hitting the lotus leaves, and felt that the rain came at just the right time.