The morning sun gradually climbs up the top of the mountain, and the green mountains sways slightly in the wind, and a rustling sound sounds.

On the road, he drooped to the end of the branches on the side of the road, three figures carrying square objects came over. Geng Qing walked by the side of the road, humming a tone that the other three could not understand, leisurely picking a dog's tail grass and shaking it in his hand.

Dachun, who was holding the valley fan, looked at the figure walking beside him, stuttered, and tried to speak several times, but closed his mouth again. Geng Qing, who was there, glanced at him, threw away the dogtail grass in his hand, and looked at the sunshine shining on the other end of the mountain.

"If you want to ask, ask, but if you say it shorter, it is too long and not good for your throat."

"That...zhuzi." Dachun laughed and hesitated and didn't know what to say, "...The people in the village said that you are obsessed with ghosts...is it true?"

The two people in front also had this doubt in their hearts, otherwise why would they suddenly become a different person? They looked at Geng Qing together.

On the other side, the young man was stunned for a moment. He thought he would ask him something, but unexpectedly he was confused about such things. He curled up his smile and waved his hands: "There is nothing that is enchanted by ghosts. But after a serious illness, he might have been enlightened. He can suddenly figure out what he doesn't understand, and can also figure out what he doesn't understand."

"So that's the case...hehe."

There are many such statements among the people, and Dachun is not aware of it. Anyway, Dazhu is enlightened and has many ideas in his mind. He dare not think about doing things like he used to do.

The other two nodded in agreement: "It's OK to be enlightened." "That's right, who dares to bully you in the village in the future, let's deal with him for you! When you meet someone you can't figure out, what do you think for us?"

Geng Qing smiled and said nothing, which made the three of them feel panicked. After a moment, he spoke.

"Everyone is from the same village, and their surname is Geng. There is no need to worry too much about any hatred in the past. In the future, we should help each other."

"Okay, okay!"

"That's the reason."

"Dazhu, did you hear that you gave yourself a name? Or would you give us three too?"

When the words were spoken, the four of them laughed and went down the foot of the mountain. Three miles ahead was the Niujiaji Town, from east to west, and over twenty miles later, it was Feihu County. Occasionally, a caravan picked up such shortcuts in the mountains and would rest in the tea shop on the side of the road.

The spring breeze blew across the willows by the roadside. The four of them were very tired after walking for a long time. Geng Qing wiped the sweat from his forehead. As people of this era thought about the time, he turned around and called Dachun and the other two to rest under the tree there.

"Oh, I'm finally ready to sit."

"I'm so tired that I haven't been so tired of working at home."

"Shitou, come here to buy herbal tea."

"No, I'll go!" Geng Qing took out five folks from his pocket, went to the tea shed there, bought two bowls of herbal tea, and came to drink it with the three of them. If he was hungry, he would break the dry food he had with him and knead it, wrap it in his mouth and pour it into his stomach with tea.

The sun shines on the lush branches and leaves, swaying mottled on people's faces, and the breeze blows slowly. Geng Qing sits against the tree, pounds his calves and watches passers-by walk into the tea shed to rest. Occasionally, he will chat about what he sees outside with the greeting tea shed boss.

"Brother, it's better for you to go north. It's not like the south, and your brains are all out."

The old man who served tea to the spoken vendor put away the teapot, put the simple stove, and spoke in a northern accent, turned back to the man and said, "Not as peaceful as you said. Recently, we have seen many green forests appearing here. Two days ago, I saw the world of fire and fire. By the way, the eldest brothers are also traveling around the world, are you afraid of death?"

"That's a war!"

The vendor took a bite of herbal tea, picked up the rice cake and took a bite. "Brother, I don't know. I also heard from a brother from Luoyang. The thief who had escaped from Yunzhou to the south were in the Jiangnan area and was going to fight back. We are also in a life. No one cares, so we have to come here."

Geng Qing sat outside the shed, listening without saying a word, frowned slightly.

‘It’s similar to what my family said. Is there really a strong man here?’

As for the wars that happened in the south later, he had never heard of the Huang uprising army and the Cao army. He might have read history before, but he had forgotten it long ago. Just take it as new.

The main thing is now. If you sell this valley fan, you have to go back to the village before dark, otherwise you will have to stay outside overnight. If you encounter wild beasts, it will be a big trouble.

After a while of rest, Geng Qing and the three of them changed hands and barely touched the city at noon.

The streets were full of mud stamps, and the bustling shops with golden sword gang flags were shouting loudly to attract customers. The peddler carrying the load rushed into and out of the streets and alleys. In the open door, the woman brought out a basin of water, and the turbid water stains splashed on the trousers on the street, causing a burst of scolding. The green forest holding the sword was dissatisfied with the gangs in the city, and a conflict broke out, causing chaos.

Soon, someone shouted: "The county lieutenant is here."

The wounded Green Forest weapon was not needed, and he turned around and threw himself into the nearby alley. Soon, in the chaotic long street, the people passing by and pedestrians retreated under the eaves of the street, and Geng Qing also pulled Dachun and the other two over to squeeze in a seat.

From afar, a team of soldiers came over the street intersection in front, with one man riding a tall horse, wearing armor and helmets, dragging a cloak behind him, and a twig under his chin looked majestic.

Behind the crowded crowd along the street, several figures stared at the long queue of soldiers, subconsciously lowered their faces and touched the hilt of their waists.

"In ancient times, officials were really powerful, and they could be regarded as black and white."

Geng Qing looked at it with some envy for a while, then came to his senses and called the three people behind him to leave and search for the nearby rice shop. Soon, when he walked into a shop on this street, Mi Xiang suddenly burst into tears, which made Dachun and the other two couldn't help swallowing. There was a long table in the middle of the shop, with a few wooden buckets neatly stacked on it, which was filled with various grains and rice, and they were all exquisite rice grains. Even Geng Qing, who had eaten a few coarse meals, moved his Adam's apple.

At the counter behind, the shopkeeper who settled the accounts heard footsteps, raised his face and said, "What do you want to buy for four people? Just look at it casually, but there are rules and you can't touch it with your hands."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his head again, his eyes fell on the utensils that Dachun and the other two were carrying for a while, put down their brushes and walked out from behind the counter, and smiles were piled on their round faces.

"Oh, four little brothers carry this guy in. Do you want to sell it?"

The shopkeeper of the rice shop naturally had seen Gu Fengji and saw the trick at a glance. On the other side, Geng Qing nodded, learned the etiquette from outside, and raised his hand to arch towards the other party.

"No wonder the shopkeeper can make a deal so big. He is really keen to the point..."

Just as he said this, the long street outside the door suddenly started to whistle: "Dog official, come and take your life-"

A crisp female voice resounded through the street outside. The four people and the shopkeeper were stunned for a moment. When they turned around, on the side of the soldiers marching through the long street outside, a black shadow turned over under the eaves of the street, and the eaves were shaking instantly. The flying figure was wearing a veil and stepped on the moving shoulders below. The scabbard in his hand 'clang' and pulled out the cold white legacy.

In the air, the sound of swords trembled!

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"The world is reckless and violates the ban with martial arts, and is enough to be evil, and does nothing." - Miscellaneous words of "Geng Gong's Records". Shao Preface.
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