At dusk, in Zhaodu, in front of the largest stage in Red Square, Nancheng.

At this moment, the stage is already crowded, and the actors and musicians are busy in an orderly manner.

A middle-aged fat man with a friendly face, stroking his proud mustache, came to the center of the stage with a smile.

He clasped his fists towards the people watching in the audience and said: "Dear readers, today the team has come to the capital for the first time to perform a song "The Love of the Number One Scholar", but it can only start at 3:30 am. Please be patient and don't be too late.

If you are thirsty, you can first offer sacrifices to the Five Zang Temple, and if you are thirsty, you can have some tea at the teahouse..."

As he spoke, he pointed to the Hongye Pavilion, a unique teahouse with a Wang Pavilion on the left.

At this moment, in the Wangge Pavilion on the side of the Hongye Pavilion Tea House near the stage, a young man was sitting.

The boy looked extremely young. Although he had a vague sense of martial prowess, he looked a little immature! He had three-dimensional facial features, a well-proportioned body, broad shoulders, slightly dark complexion, and was dressed in a dark brown scribe's attire, tightly tied around his waist by a wide deerskin belt.

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Most of the scholars and scribes in the Zhao Kingdom had swords, thinking that they were gentlemen and could also defend themselves. But the young man in front of him had a single-edged horizontal sword with a straight back on his waist, which seemed a bit awkward. He was holding a brand-new landscape folding fan, and in the other hand

He was holding the tea cup on the table, sitting cross-legged and looking at the stage not far away, his eyes wandering...

Suddenly, a powerful man with thick eyebrows came to the opposite side of the tea table: "Little brother, is this convenient?"

The young man turned around and glanced at the man who was well dressed, with an innocent smile on his face, and two two-foot broad-bladed daggers hanging at his waist.

He was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at the stage and said calmly: "Please help yourself."

"Thank you~" The thick-browed man thanked him and sat down opposite the young man naturally.

After ordering tea and drinking it, he glanced at the entranced young man, then put down the tea cup and followed the young man's gaze to the busy figures on the stage: "The show is good? Why are there so many people there before it starts?"

waiting?"

The young man looked like he was no more than thirteen or fourteen years old. He didn't look back and just said lightly: "What you are watching is a play, and what is good to watch is human love."

"Oh? I don't understand this." The man with thick eyebrows touched the stubble on his chin.

The young man put down his folding fan and pointed to the troupe who was singing and trying out the orchestra on the stage: "There was a scholar in Qingqiu in the northern border of Zhao State, his surname was Luo. As soon as he went to Beijing to take the exam, he won the first prize. King Zhao

When he was appointed in the palace examination, he made a generous statement to promote Zhao Ce, which shocked all the officials and praised him. The king of Zhao was overjoyed and ignored the appointment of officials and rewards for the time being. He even wanted to marry the eldest princess and promote Luo Shusheng as his consort, which made all officials envious for a while.

.Everyone thought that after Luo Shu’s birthday, he would be awarded the title of Marquis and rise to the top. But, what do you think happened to Mr. Luo?”

The man with thick eyebrows looked at the expressionless young man and said with a smile: "What else can I do? I will definitely agree."

The young man also smiled: "He refused."

"Rejected! Refusing marriage in court? That's the king's father." The thick-browed man looked a little surprised.

The young man picked up the folding fan again, slowly opened it, and looked at the mountains and rivers ink slowly revealed on the fan: "Yes, he refused the marriage out of love, justice and beauty; King Zhao is worthy of a generation of wise kings. Not only did he not commit crimes, but he also gave gifts

A good BMW horse helps him return home in glory..."

Looking up at the thick-browed man, the young man continued to speak slowly: "Not long after, Scholar Luo was killed... King Zhao was so sad that he pursued him as Marquis of Wenqing. Alas... that woman finally came to the capital and guarded him like a jade.

, I wear a bun and call myself husband, and I worry about you all day long..."

The thick-browed man sighed and paused: "You crazy woman..."

The young man nodded and looked to the north: "It is said that when Wen Qinghou was leaving, he personally promised to marry her when he returned home in fine clothes, but...!"

The man with thick eyebrows sighed: "Those bandits who deserve to be killed! How can God bear to see such a talented and beautiful woman separated?"

Looking at the sky where night was about to fall, the young man withdrew his gaze noncommittally: "I heard that Madam Wen Qinghou has become increasingly weak and getting worse since then..."

Seeing the thick-browed man nodding his head, the young man looked outside the stage and watched the people waiting with expectant faces. He suddenly chuckled: "If heaven is sentimental, heaven is also old. If man is sentimental... the world is also quite good. What a pity~.

.. Even if I, Xu Hengxuan, hide my name and leave my hometown in another country, you will still not want to keep my Xu family in the world."

The man with frowning eyebrows was stunned: "How can you tell?"

The young man turned his head and said with a faint smile: "Who in Zhao country doesn't know Marquis Wen Qing? Who doesn't know the love of the number one scholar? I wanted to finish listening to the song before leaving this world, but it seems... difficult."

The man with frowning eyebrows frowned: "It is indeed difficult. Old General Xu will take the lead in the battle and shake the country's foundation..."

"The foundation of the country? Haha~" The young man lowered his head and smiled: "It is the benefit of the princes and nobles, right? The butcher Tao of Southern Zhao, how can he be compared to those rotting corpses living in the palace? He talks arrogantly, wears clothes and shrinks his head, Yan people

Where is the backbone? In vain, my Xu family has fought bloody battles for the Yan Kingdom. In the end...it is nothing more than a rabbit that died and a dog was cooked."

Silence fell at the tea table. The thick-browed man sighed, clasped his fists and said respectfully: "Major General, I also respect the loyalty of generations of the Xu family, but after all, I am a dead soldier, and dead soldiers want to kill people."

The young man laughed at himself, "I have been in the army since I was a child. I have been lying on my back and bleeding. How have I ever been afraid of death?"

The thick-browed man lowered his head in shame, and the young man looked with satisfaction at the people outside the stage, most of whom looked expectantly: "I have always heard that although Wen Qinghou's life was short, it was splendid and admirable. Now seeing is believing, and I am satisfied."

Looking at the busy figures on the stage and more and more people, he looked back and smiled: "Can you not be here? I am disrespectful to Wen Qinghou Tianling."

The thick-browed man was stunned for a moment, stood in awe, and then respectfully said: "Young General is a righteous man, please."

"Thank you." The young man stood up, glanced at the stage with final reluctance, then turned around and walked out with his head held high.

...

"Er Gouzi, don't run away! I promise I won't beat you to death~"

Suddenly, a petite figure was speeding towards me in the distance, shouting and warning at the same time.

When Taoist Ergou saw the visitor, he immediately trembled. He turned around in horror and pointed at Luo Yu and yelled: "Damn it, you are really in the same group. They are not good people."

As he said that, he turned around and jumped up, obviously intending to run away.

But this time, he only jumped three feet before falling back to the same place!

"Huh?!" After looking at his feet that were firmly on the ground and picking up the hem of his clothes, Taoist Ergou looked behind him in astonishment. Luo Yu, who was grabbing his belt with one hand, looked harmless.

Immediately, he angrily threw away the dog-tail whisk in his hand and said with a sad face: "There are only a few in the garden, who the hell are you?"

At this moment, Xiaofan had arrived not far away from Luo Yu and Ergou Taoist. The three of them each occupied one side, forming a three-legged stance.

I saw blue patterns flashing slightly on Xiaofan's attire, and a long blue sword appeared in her hand! Wearing a small purple bamboo hat, she stretched out her hand to block the rotten vegetable leaves hanging on her shoulders, and said angrily:

"Er Gouzi, look where are you running? Do you think I can't do anything to you if you find another helper?"

Obviously, the helper Xiaofan was referring to was Luo Yu.

At this moment, although she felt that the ordinary-looking scholar in front of her always gave her an extremely familiar feeling, as if she had seen her before somewhere...

When Ergou Taoist heard Xiaofan's "pretentious" appearance, he immediately hugged the lamp pole and begged: "Little ancestor, can you stop acting? Is this fun? I can see that you are in the same group.

Already."

"Huh?" Xiaofan looked at Luo Yu who was grinning at her in confusion, and said warily: "Who are you? Is it Ergouzi who called for help?"

When Taoist Ergou saw Xiaofan's look and tone, he thought to himself, 'Are they really not in the same group? It's better to run away first...'

Thinking of this, Taoist Ergou instantly kicked the stone foundation of the light pole and jumped up!

But at this moment, Luo Yu could only see that he was motionless, so he shouted at him: "Stop!"

In an instant, the power of the real dragon surged out of Luo Yu's body! It was just two words, but like thunder, it exploded in Er Goudao's mind! He only felt the man's low voice, like a demon king, no!

It was the divine beast roaring at him, and the memory from the depths of his bloodline had instantly awakened: "Dragon...Dragon Power!"

Ergou Taoist's figure fell to the ground in an instant. He crouched down at Luo Yu's feet in fear, and hugged Luo Yu's ankles tremblingly without raising his head: "Spare your life, spare your life...! Don't eat the little demon..."

Obviously, under the pressure of Luo Yu's true dragon, Taoist Ergou has regarded Luo Yu as a mythical dragon!

At this moment, he could no longer think of resisting or escaping. All he had was the fear deep in his soul. For the dragon clan of mythical beasts, let alone a fourth-level demon lord like him, even if the demon king came in person, he would still be like him.

Usually prostrate on the ground.

This is the suppression from the power of blood. High-level monsters suppress the earth-level monsters. The divine beasts are superior to the monster beasts. Among the divine beasts, the dragon is the absolute strongest!

Although Luo Yu's real dragon pressure is not as powerful as the real dragon's power, it is still extremely effective in scaring Ergouzi who is trying to save his life.

Taoist Ergou really didn't understand what evil he had done? He actually met the Dragon Clan! He probably didn't even have the qualifications to put a gap in someone's teeth. Previously, he didn't know how to 'greet' the other person's relatives...

..At this moment, even he himself can’t think of any reason to let him go!

Xiaofan saw that Er Gouzi knelt down obediently when the man roared. The trembling and frightened look seemed as if Er Gouzi was not her spiritual pet, but the stranger in front of her was the master.

generally!

But at this moment, Luo Yu turned around and looked at the vigilant Xiaofan.

He gently touched his cheek towards Xiao Fan, and a dark and simple mask suddenly appeared!

Xiaofan was stunned for a moment, suddenly realized, and rushed over in surprise: "Young Master!"

Looking at the joyful Xiaofan who rushed into Luo Yu's arms, Er Gouzi stood aside in shock!

Luo Yu compared Xiaofan's height and said happily: "Well, he has grown a lot taller."

Xiaofan hung the small bamboo hat behind his back and chuckled at Luo Yu.

At this moment, Taoist Ergou had already bowed to his side.

He looked at Luo Yu, who was wearing a mask like himself, and suddenly exhaled: "~It turns out it's the young master, not a dragon... I scared this little dog to death!"

When Luo Yu and Xiao Fan reunited, they naturally had to tell a story.

It turned out that after Luo Yu left the medicine garden, everyone had been actively cultivating in the medicine garden under the guidance of Elder Dan and the assistance of the elixir. Although everyone was very comfortable, they could still walk their dogs, throw a bone, and turn around.

Playing a circle or something to pass the time. And Ergouzi is a coward by nature, but he is content to have fun with a few men.
To be continued...