Chapter 87: I can only help you here

Chapter 87 I Can Only Help You Here
Fang Xie got down from the carriage and smiled, and asked the captain of the garrison who was catching up quickly, "Sergeant, what else?"
The captain, who was about forty years old, stepped up and watched Fang Jie silent for a while and said, "If you can go back, please say congratulations to everyone ... I am the Prince of the Loyal. On the day the Red Sleeve opened, we did not humble ourselves as pawns, and deliberately opened dozens of tables to invite those of us who could not get on the table to drink ... The banquet was gone, and we were divided into the army. I've seen the prince. For eleven years, I often dream of the drunkenness that night. "
This man turned out to be a relative of Prince Loyal!
Fang Xie's heart shook, and she calmly said, "Rest assured, everyone will tell you when I see you."
"Thank you"
The captain of the school reported a fist and turned to leave.
The big dog took a long sigh of relief, took off the steel-stabbed gloves that had been quietly put on, and stuffed them into the cuffs. Fang Xie looked at the back of the school captain's departure, not knowing why his heart was filled with a sad mood. In the past few days, he has heard the name of Loyal Prince Yang Qi many times, and every story about this man has made him surging.
No one can help today's emperor ascend to the throne. If he does not leave the chapel, he will always be the person standing in front of the civil and military officials. But when he was about to stand at the peak of his life, he quietly descended the mountain and managed the landscape belonging to him at the foot of the mountain.
The more he thought about it, the more Fang Jie became curious about what happened 10 years ago, and made him such a wise man to abandon everything he had and go away.
There was no news for ten years. Where did he go?
Is he alive?
But soon, Fang Xie shook off the sad thoughts. What he has to consider now is not whether the legend of Da Sui is still alive, but how he can live well. Shen Qingfan said that the ambassador behind the scenes set a 15-year deadline. After 15 years, the ambassador will have a way for Fang to return. Fifteen years had passed before Fan Gu had arrived, but it seemed that nothing had changed after half a year had passed.
So Fang Xie was more worried.
Since that man spent the effort to arrange this fifteen-year-old situation that makes people feel clueless, it didn't make sense to stop halfway. In the end, what kind of role do you play in this bureau, in the end, when you come to this world, you are forced to impose a kind of identity. All these make people have to keep a tight eye on them all the time.
But no matter how he analyzes and speculates, he cannot guess why the period of fifteen years has changed.
There was a man who turned the place upside down somewhere west. The person who was deployed that year had to deal with the immediate crisis first, and temporarily ignored the control of the other party's solution.
But that doesn't mean he gives up.
The carriage exited Chang'an City smoothly, and several people were relieved a little bit involuntarily. Fang Jie, who was sitting on the carriage, looked back at the magnificent city, looking at the high-flying city wall, watching the people at the gate of the city, looking at the soldiers wearing armor, and looking again. The large Sui national flag above Wangcheng Gate ... the meaning in his eyes is complicated.
During Fan Gu's three years, he used to prepare how to stabilize in the imperial capital, but only half a month into the city, he had to leave this place. All previous efforts have been turned into the water of the East, and the Pentium has never returned. All the plans and calculations are incomparable to the unstoppable changes, and the dream is washed away by a bubble-yellow urine and disappears without a trace.
"Fang Xie, why didn't you inform Henggan and Kirin?"
The big dog couldn't help asking.
"If the four of them are notified, the strength around us will not be so weak. Going to Qingleshan for a long time ... the four of us will look a little weak after all."
"Now there are four people. When we came from Fan Gulai, there were only three people."
Fang explained.
As soon as the dogs were stunned, they were interrupted by Fang Jie: "People all have the right to choose how they will survive in the future. The four of them managed to break away from my nightmare that has caused them pain for 15 years, so why not go again? Pull them back? And ... To this day, even if you pull, you may not be able to pull them back. "
The dog was silent, he knew Fang's comment was correct.
The fifteen-year period has passed, and the four of them, Henggan and Kirin, have managed to survive today, and they have no reason or need to follow Fang Jie to take risks. Now they are following Mo Ningzhi and the Taoists who are watching in Qingle Mountain at the same time, and they are safe in the capital.
The fool will continue to take risks.
Fang Xie smiled and said, "Most people in this world are normal, fools are rare. Now it's not easy to get together the four fools, at least when there is enough boredom to fight Playing the leaves card. Four fools playing cards ... definitely fun. "
At this moment, Fang Jie's eyes suddenly froze.
In front of Guandao, a man crouched in the middle of the road.
He squatted down and bowed his head, not knowing what he was watching intently. The man held a small wooden stick with a finger thickness in his hand, and drew a circle in the official way. He was wearing a black robe, and his clothes were embroidered with complicated patterns. Those lines can't see where it started, and where it comes down to. Endless, round and happy.
Taoist Taoist people can see their identity by looking at their clothes. Those wearing grey cotton robes are the most common disciples, and those with blue robes have higher status. The blue robe was worn only by the elders of Zongmen, while the big red robe was a priestly costume and respected. Only one person in Yiqi conception can wear a dark black robe, and that is Xiao Zhenren.
But this person squatting in front is obviously not the world-renowned Taoist leader.
Fang Xie waved his hand to signal the carriage to stop, and walked slowly by himself.
"Xiang Qingniu, what are you doing?"
Fang Jie walked to the fat man on the ground and asked.
Xiang Qingniu raised his head and looked at Fang Xie, then pointed at the official way. On the official road, he drew several circles in layers, and there were several ants running around in the circle, and it seemed that he could not find his way home.
"I just want to see if a few panicked ants can rush out of this circle."
Xiang Qingniu answered seriously.
Fang Xie looked at the ants in the circle who were crawling back and forth, but couldn't find the time to come, and said for a while, "The bigger the circle, the ants can still climb out."
"wrong"
Xiang Qingniu said verbatim: "The ants can climb out of the first circle I draw, but I can draw the second circle, the third circle, and many circles. No matter how the weak ants fight hard, forever I ca n’t escape. Because I have a small wooden stick in my hand, I can draw hundreds of circles casually. How can ants escape? One circle ca n’t stop, one hundred circles?

Fang Xie didn't answer because he knew Xiang Qingniu was right. The ants are too weak and the person drawing the circle is too strong for the ants. As long as the person drawing the circle is willing, he can continue to play like this until he loses interest. If he was tired, tired and tired, he would easily kill the ants with that stick.
"Well, isn't that what you just said is very deep? I squatted here to point you in circles, was this action very extraordinary?"
Xiang Qingniu squatting underground asked.
Fang Xie nodded and said: "It seems that there is nothing wrong with it, but you are squatting here to draw a circle and play with ants ... It's really stupid-forced."
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"Why are you here?"
Fang Xie asked.
"Isn't it just for pretending to be an inscrutable man, then stealing a dark black robe and squatting here to play with ants waiting for me to pretend to show me?"
Without waiting for Qi Qingniu, who had no words to answer, Fang Jie suddenly looked serious and asked seriously: "If you are really waiting for me, then ... how did you know that I would come?"
Xiang Qingniu snorted coldly: "I said for a long time that you still didn't realize it at all, and I asked you to play for a long time in front of my brother-forcing you to be the first intelligent person in the world. I asked you, I What were you doing just now? "
"Draw circles to play with ants."
Fang Jie answered.
Xiang Qingniu asked again, "Who are the ants?"
Fang Xie remained silent for a while, raised his finger and pointed at the tip of his nose, and asked, "Do you mean me?"
"Congratulations, you have no idiot to hopelessness."
Xiang Qingniu snorted and said, "You think you can leave the imperial capital without knowing it, just as if you never appeared here? Fart! Do you see the stick in my hand, it is easy? Kill the strength of your ants. For example, the guards of the Dainui, such as the Dali Temple, such as the Ministry of Justice, these yamen are all this stick, as long as you gently poke on you, you will become a pool of rotten meat, and It's inconspicuous rotten meat. "
"The reason why this stick is just drawing circles instead of crushing you is because someone has spoken for you at a very high level you do n’t know, so that the stick has not been pressed so far, but it does not mean that it is not Will press it. "
Fang relieved his frown, and then asked, "It seems that the only person holding the stick is not the one holding the stick."
Xiang Qingniu couldn't help but applaud and laughed, "I said you're still smart enough, so who do you think made the hand holding the stick temporarily stop, without poking you with a small stick?"
"Is it you?"
Fang Jie asked in wonder.
Xiang Qingniu took a breath and straightened up, so that the girls were proud of their jealous breasts: "Of course it is me!"
"Let's go"
He says.
"where to?"
Fang Xie asked.
Xiang Qingniu smiled and said, "There is a tea shop on the road not far from the front. Although the tea sold is only the cheapest tea brick, walking to that place sees the pedestrians who will enter Changan City. Because I have been walking for a long time, I am thirsty, so the sound of this tea shop is ridiculous. It is said that at least hundreds of bowls of tea can be sold every day. A penny of tea is also a lot of income. Not the point, the point is ... there is a stick waiting for you in the front, a very stiff stick, if you don't want to be stung, it's better to go faster. "
Xiang Qingniu said seriously: "If he looks at you unpleasantly, or if you don't show the ability to let him decide his mercy, then he will still jab you."
"Then why should I go?"
Fang Jiebai gave him a glance.
"Because you can't run."
Xiang Qingniu turned to go ahead and said, "If you don't believe it, you can try."
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Several wooden sheds set up on the roadside, a dozen cleaned tables and dozens of wooden benches, constituted this tea shop that welcomed at least a few hundred people every day. Of course, there was already a large pot Boiled water. UU reading books www.uukanshu.com
Fang Xie kept Mu Xiaoluo Dog and Shen Qingfan at the place where he met Xiang Qingniu. He followed Xiang Qingniu here.
Far away, Fang Jie keenly noticed that there were several people in this tea shop that deserve special attention. At the table on the right, there were four men in brocades. There were large tea bowls in front of them, but the water in the tea bowls had never been drunk, and they were still full.
There was only one person sitting at the center of the table, a man of no age. It looks like he is thirty years old, but if he looks closely, he thinks that he is already fifty years old. There are no wrinkles on his face, but the vicissitudes in his eyes can never be so thick if he has not experienced many sorrows, joys, and even life and death.
There was also a person sitting at the far left table.
An impeccable boy in white, looking handsome and beautiful. Sitting quietly, like an independent white lotus. He was drinking tea with his head down, his eyes looking at the tea bowl in his hand. I don't know why, Fang Xie always felt that this person's eyes had been staring at himself.
A curtain of tents surrounds the tea shop, which is obviously the place where the tea shop owner rests. It looks like there is a person sitting faintly, sitting upright.
"Let's go"
Xiang Qingniu pointed to the man sitting near the table in the middle and said, "Death and life are only between his thoughts. I can only ask you to let him listen to your explanation, as to whether he can listen in. ... do your best. "
After saying this, Xiang Qingniu turned and left, Fang Xie asked in a low voice, "What are you going to do?"
Xiang Qingniu said without a reply: "Three things, the first is that I can't help but go to pull shit. The second is to use the time to pull back to recall the blessing scriptures in" Taozu said " How to recite the mantra. Third ... to buy a cheapest willow thin coffin, I can only help you here. "