Chapter 39: 骂槐

Chen Pingan thought that if he touched the stone in the daytime, he could touch it from the side of Liu Yuyang and go upstream to the bridge. So I chose the first watering position tonight, so I will stay away from the bridge. And the blue stone cliff called the green cow's back, which is the place where Chen Ping first saw the girl in Tsing Yi, and he missed the meeting with the Song salary and the supervisor.
On the other side of the covered bridge, there is a four-character plaque hanging from the wind and water.
The man in the white robe jade belt is nominally the dynasty of the dragon kiln. In fact, it is the first power of the scorpion. Under his leadership, the Song salary came to the bottom of the porch bridge. Before coming, not only was the bathing and dressing in the official office, but also Hanging the sachet, and a common dragon-shaped jade, the color is bleak and unremarkable. On the contrary, the old dragon cloth Yu Yupei, which has to be more colorful, regardless of texture, appearance or meaning, was forced to be removed by the man.
Song’s salary was held in the hands of San Muxiang, and the young boy stood under the steps and was at a loss.
The King of Songs, Song Chang, turned and stretched out his hand. The fingers were lightly glided on the top of the three musk incense, and the incense was ignited.
The man said casually: "After you kneel down, face the forehead, lick three heads, put the incense on the ground, and you're done."
Although Song’s salary was full of doubts, he was still following the "uncle" who descended from the sky.
Although the man said that the wind was light and windy, but after the young man fell, his face was dignified and extremely complicated. Looking at the ground of the young girl's head, it revealed a deep hatred.
After inserting the three musk on the ground, after getting up, Song set the salary and asked: "It’s okay to be here, right?"
The man smiled and said: "It is just a ritual. Don't worry too much. From now on, learn to play on the spot first, or you may be too busy in the future."
The man put away his smile. "Just don't forget, this bridge is yours... the land of Longxing."
Song’s salary is black, and I don’t know if it’s frostbite in the cold. The young man pretends to be easy:
These four words are not easy to use?

The man patted his stomach with one hand and held the white jade belt at the waist with one hand. He laughed and said: "It’s natural to go to the capital. It’s no problem here. There are no temple dogs, no rivers and lakes, no one will catch the king. A bite."
Song’s salary curious asked:
Are you afraid of being criticized?

The man asked in reverse: "This king has been invincible in the mountains and dynasties in the Dalai dynasty. If there is no more fear, is it better than the one sitting on the dragon chair, and still comfortable? Kid, do you think this is like?"
After collecting the salary, Song was still thinking about it. After hesitating, he still made up his mind and asked: "Are you raising your time in the light? Or are you raising your own weight?"
The man smiled dumbly and pointed his finger at the sharp-eyed teenager. He shook his head and said: "These words are really bad, and you dare to say that you don’t know how to be serious. If you go to the capital, you can go to a fairy house in the mountains. Avoiding the wind, the king advised you, don't be so vocal, or it will definitely be bad."
Song’s salary nodded: "I remember."
The man points to the gold plaque. "The wind rises from the water, the wind rises, the king asks you, the water starts, how come?"
Song set salary is crisp and narrow: "I don't know."
The man sighed, "Knowing it is knowing, I don't know if I don't know, it's knowing. What kind of shit, the scholar is a flower intestine, and I have to put a fart and a nine-curve."
However, in the face of juveniles, this man should be a little elegant. "If the king did not remember correctly, in the town of your town for three thousand years, no matter how big the flood, the highest water level of this stream has never been higher than the tip of the rust sword.

Song’s salary raises doubts:
The old man who lives in the Xinghua Lane’s iron lock well is often under the banyan tree and recites this statement with us. Among them, is there a mystery?

The man stretched his finger to the far end, and Xiaoxi left the exit of the mountains. He smiled and said: "Between the mountains and the forests, snakes have snake paths. Inside the houses, rats have rat roads. As for the rivers and rivers, it is 蛟There is a martyr."
The man retracted his fingers and patiently explained: "There are many other places in the Daxu dynasty. In fact, there are many customs of hanging swords under the bridge, but those copper swords, mahogany swords, or Fujian swords often block the rivers of the mountains and rivers. I couldn’t stop the second time anymore. Even the people who hanged the sword were so shallow that the power of the river could not withstand it. Instead, they annoyed the genus of the dragon in the flood, so the flood could have been The bridge that didn’t collapse was collapsed, and the sword was gone. It’s the only sword in this place...

When the man said half of it, he went silent.
Song salary has been forbearing without asking.
The man sighed and said: "Only the sword, from the first day hanging under the bridge, is not aimed at what the dragons are going to take the river, but is used by the saints to suppress the exit of the lock Longjing, the so-called export That is, the deep pool under the bridge, to prevent the dragon air from overflowing too fast, so as not to forcibly break this small world."
Song collected a shot and asked: "The last real dragon under the sun, is there any death?"
Song Changjing smiled and said: "The battle of the Dragon Slayer three thousand years ago killed countless refiners. Even the three sages and the hundred masters were degraded. Your kid is when all of them have brains and pits. Or is the saint living a lot of age on the dog? Deliberately keeping the last real dragon, as a general flower and bird worm to support?"
Song’s salary retorted:
Is it impossible to completely kill the real dragon? I can only use the method of slowing down and encroaching on the law. Although I don’t know the original intention and plan of the saints thousands of years ago, I guess that Real dragon is definitely not easy!"
After the man shook his head, he nodded. "You said that it is half right. The real dragon is dead. As for its true identity and symbolic meaning, the word 'not simple' can never be afforded."
Song’s salary is stopped.
"In short, all the plans of Daxie have paid countless efforts, just to ‘get the wind and get water,’ for the future.

The man took the lead and stepped on the steps. He said slowly: "If you ask the king, why the three thousand years of saints want to kill the dragon, this king is not good to answer you. But if you ask why you are thrown here, why are you big? The noble prince, the king can tell you the truth one by one."
Song set a low head and could not see the expression.
The young man does not ask, the man naturally does not make himself passionate. When he walks to the highest level of the steps, he turns to face the town. "There will be a lot of gas in the future, and the struggle with Liu Yuyang will even make a heart attack. You even have a killing heart. You Not too expensive?"
Song salary was sitting at the top of the stairs, looking at the north with the man, and asked a question that was irrelevant. "We are at the northern end of Dongbao Pingzhou?"
The man nodded: "Well, it is considered to be a barbaric in the north for nearly a thousand years. Now it is just a fist that is hard enough to win a little respect."
Song’s salary is still low, but his eyes are hot.
The man named Song Changjing said plainly: "When you arrive in the capital, you must be careful of someone who is nicknamed 'Embroidery Tiger.'"
Song’s salary is foggy.
Song Changjing smiled and said: "He is now our Daxu national teacher, and it is the teacher of your fellow brother. I am able to change from the founding of the Seventy-County and Eighty-City in the past fifty years. In today’s one hundred and forty-nine counties and one thousand and five hundred cities, the territory has expanded so much, and this person has half the credit."
Song’s salary suddenly looked up.
The man smiled. "Kid, you guessed it."
The man also sat on the steps, his hands on his knees and his eyes wide open.
Another meritorious service for the expansion of the territory is obvious, far from the horizon.
At the moment of Song’s salary, he was trembling and his scalp was numb.
After a long time, Song’s salary suddenly said: "Uncle, although I have a crush on Liu Yuyang, I even thought about making a deal with Xiaonanhua of Laolongcheng, let him find a way to kill Liu Yuyang. However, I never felt a Liu Yuyang in my heart, and I was qualified to be on an equal footing with me, even if he had a long history of family inheritance. I killed him, but I felt that I had to kill him. I don’t have to pay much, just that."
Song Changjing had some interest. "So, do you have another heart?"
The teenager touched his neck and was silent.

In the middle of the night, Wan Hao is still.
There are still people in the town walking on the street. She is slender and thin. When she walks through the locks of Xinghua Lane, she bites her teeth. When she passes the archway, she also smashes a stone pillar. Finally, She came under the leafy old banyan tree. According to the old man's words, the tree didn't know how long it had lived, and whenever it fell, it never caught people and was very spiritual.
The girl who swayed to the bottom of the tree, she certainly dismissed these claims.
She opened the old book borrowed from her own son and began to "click on the map."
She reported the name one by one, like a general of the autumn field soldiers.
When she was a little dry, she stopped to name it, holding the local county magistrate, which was called the "outside the wall" by the Song salary, and pointed her finger at the banyan tree. is not it?!"
Quietly silent, no reply.
The girl immediately smashed her feet and screamed. "The four surnames and the ten clan, starting from the four surnames, Lu Li Zhao Song, your four major surnames, knowing a little bit of knowledge, hurry, each surname has at least three leaves falling down, one less leaf, I Wang Zhu has never finished with you in this life! After going out, one by one to clean up the past, to control you are young and young, or women and children, old and young, anyway, are a group of unfamiliar white-eyed wolves, ungrateful and reasonable?!"
The girl was panting and holding her waist and holding it in her hand. It was still awkward. "Son's Song, Daxu dynasty can follow your surname, who is the biggest hero? You haven't counted in your heart? Are you stupid with me? Believe me or not Going out, let the name of the surname of the surname of Lu, Zhao surnamed Zhao, do not surname Song?!"
"Ten family, each family name has two leaves, the rest of the common family name, at least one. Of course, if anyone has the power to bet, more and more good, I will let him earn a pot full of money!"
"Cao family in the Tenth family, yes, it is a Cao family who has a Cao Yu! This rabbit scorpion did not do anything wrong in the past, when he was wearing a trousers, he had a bad stomach! You must have two leaves, besides Give me one more, as a supplement, otherwise, after Wang Zhu vowed to go out, I must let Cao Yu break the grandchildren! Even dare to pee into the well, this kind of wicked ghost, how is it a true king?!"
"And the Xie family, your family has a guy called Xie Shi, right? Well, I have a little friendship with him. If it wasn't me, he would have washed away the flood, so you don't give one more.槐叶, can you tell me?"
In the distance, Qi Jing Chun An quietly looked at the scene under the banyan tree, without saying anything.
For example, a strict father who can only teach the children to teach the children, and look at a bigger and more arrogant child, some helpless.
It was only when he saw that the girl kept flipping through the book, and then the pieces of leaves that left the branches, falling into a page between pages, Qi Jingchun was somewhat pleased.
A thousand words, Qi Jingchun finally whispered: "After leaving home, be good."
The girl seems to be inductive and looks back.
There is no figure.
The girl lost her mind, shook her head, no longer pondered, and turned back.