On the day of the accident in Qilu Yuan, Xia Zhaoxue happened to be in his Zuixian Tower, and they were unaware of what happened in Qilu Yuan.
The next day, Yan Qinglin sent a middle-aged woman named Cai to take away Xia Zhaoxue. Yang Guanxian had never seen this woman before, but felt that she was very rude to Xia Zhaoxue. Xia Zhaoxue did not want to go back and refused. Cai's wife became angry on the spot and called Qi Lu.
Even though such a big thing happened in the hospital, Xia Zhaoxue was still so cold and numb, scolding Xia Zhaoxue for being ungrateful and burning bridges.
She kept scolding like a shrew, until even a man like Yang Guanxian, who considered himself to be quite good-tempered, couldn't stand it, so she couldn't help but say a few words out loud. As a result, Cai's wife became even more angry, and the two sides got into a heated argument.
Cai Fu came up directly to pull Xia Zhaoxue, but was pushed away by Yang Guanxian's men. Cai Fu left angrily. Yang Guanxian guessed that she must have gone to add insult to injury and made a lot of gossip, so she came back half an hour later and brought
A lot of manpower.
If he knew that the other party had turned against him so completely, Yang Guanxian would have been prepared a long time ago. However, due to an unexpected move, the other party's men came to kill him, grabbed him by the neck and went to the guest room to threaten Xia Zhaoxue. He only reacted in a daze.
What happened over here.
What's even more annoying is that while he was being kidnapped and taken out of the city, he suddenly realized while sitting in the carriage that he was only half an hour away from Zuixian Tower. That can be said to be quite a long journey.
As we got closer, I briefly recalled the details of those daggers. It was that beast Fang Guanyan!
Master, where are we going now? One of his men asked.
Return to Fenghe County.
Back to Fenghe County? His subordinates stopped in surprise, "Sir, there are Yan Qinglin's people in Fenghe County. If we go back like this, isn't it like a sheep entering a tiger's mouth?"
You can't go back to the city, you will freeze to death in the wilderness, Yang Guanxian said, and besides, the crown prince is still in their hands.
When the Crown Prince was mentioned, his subordinates frowned and said: They really treat the Crown Prince as a puppet.
The word "puppet" is really harsh. Yang Guanxian didn't like him using such a word to describe Xia Zhaoxue, but he didn't know how to refute it. Finally he muttered: Yan Qinglin is a cruel woman.
There was still a long way to go around the valley. On the way, I met a few stray people who had lost their way. When I saw the three masters and servants of Yang Guanxian, I hesitated for a moment and slowly followed them.
Along the way, more and more people followed them, gradually reaching more than thirty people.
His subordinates thought it was flamboyant, but Yang Guanxian thought it was good, and said casually: They are all poor people, just follow them. If you drive them away, they will have nowhere to go. Besides, Da Yin is hiding in the city.
The subordinate sighed softly and nodded: Yes, Master.
There is a wide river outside the mouth of the valley. It has frozen in winter. Many people were breaking ice on the river bank when we passed by. From a distance, we could hear people shouting happily that they had caught fish.
Master, are you hungry? His subordinate asked.
Don't worry about being hungry. Yang Guanxian said, although he was really hungry and his stomach was growling, he still had no appetite at all.
The refugees who had followed them out were already running towards the river, and the excited shouts of many people catching fish could be heard from ahead.
Here, there are six or seven old people who are particularly conspicuous. They gather together, dressed simply, but their glory is still good. Compared with the skinny refugees, although they are thin, they are energetic and strong. The fish they catch are also special.
many.
Master, where are you going? The subordinate asked.
Yang Guanxian thought for a while and said: Let's go find them.
The old people gathered together, and there were several lively fish in the bamboo basket, but they said they caught them, but in fact they all came from the fishing rod of an old man in white.
The old man was sitting by the river, with a row of fishing rods in front of him. He was very keen in observing the fishing rods. As soon as there was any movement, he would reach out and the other old people would immediately pick it up.
Yang Guanxian's approach made the old people's eyes become wary, and two of them stepped forward to block the bamboo basket.
Yang Guanxian smiled, raised his hand, saluted and said: Hello, elders, my surname is Guo, my single name is Ting, and I am from Kyoto.
He was born fat, and his smile was round and honest, which made him very lovable. With his polite manners, the old man's complexion improved slightly.
I came to Beijing because I encountered some troubles. Now I heard that there is chaos outside the city, so it is not suitable to go back for the time being. I am old friends with several officials in the Fenghe County Yamen. I plan to stay with them first, but at the moment
The snow is too thick, and it will take more time than usual to get to the county seat from here. Therefore, the three of us, the master and the servant, want to borrow a place to stay temporarily and have a bowl of hot soup. Elders, please rest assured that we will definitely not take advantage, and we will definitely have enough money.
Report!
Several old people finally understood that they were here to beg for food.
There is no extra food or drink in this situation, but although this man looks a little down and out, the material of the clothes he wears is indeed rich.
Yang Guanxian looked at them, his eyes paused, and then he turned to look at the old man in white who was fishing over there.
There were people around here just now, so I couldn't see the old man clearly. Now that he was closer, Yang Guanxian noticed that the clothes he was wearing and the hosta in his hair were different from other old people, and when they were talking,
The old man never looked back.
This dress is not an ordinary dress. It is an altered Taoist robe. Others may not be able to recognize it, but an expert like Yang Guanxian can recognize it at a glance. Moreover, it is not like a poor person just randomly making up a piece of clothing and wearing it.
It is very particular and precise, and does not damage the original Yinxi sect pattern on the Taoist robe at all. However, the ancestral pattern of the Yinxi sect is definitely not used by the Taoist temples on Xiangjuan Mountain.
Several old people looked at each other, wondering whether to respond or not. But at this moment, the person who looked at each other went directly towards the old man in white and said respectfully: "Your Majesty?"
Liar. The old man in white said without looking back.
Yang Guanxian was stunned: What?
I said you were a liar. The old man in white looked at the river and said calmly: Your surname is Guo, and your name is Ting? Your surname is not Yang. Why is your surname Guo?
Yang Guanxian was shocked, and his two subordinates were also stunned.
Who are you? Yang Guanxian asked.
The most important thing is that he has no memory of ever seeing this old man.
Yang Changshan, the old man said, turning back to look at Yang Guanxian, who are you, a younger brother or an older brother?
It turned out that this was the case, and Yang Guanxian had a false alarm.
The three brothers have almost the same appearance, but their body shapes are very different. Yang Guanxian is too fat, Yang Changshan is tall and thin, and Yang Changjun is strong. People who are close to them basically distinguish the three brothers based on their body shape.
Do you know my second brother? Yang Guanxian said.
He has been following me for so long in Mobei. How could I not know him? The old man said, standing up from the bamboo stool and looking at Yang Guanxian. It would be nice to meet you here. I am looking for my disciple and I have something to do.
Let me ask you, don’t you want to drink hot soup? Come on.
After saying that, he ignored the placed fishing rods and didn't even look at the fresh fish in the bamboo basket, and walked towards the village with his hands behind his hands.
Yang Guanxian stood there instead, looking at his back suspiciously, not intending to follow him.
Seeing this, an old man next to him gave him a gentle push and said: Young man, hurry up, this is an opportunity.
What do you mean? Yang Guanxian asked, turning his head.
Qingzhou Sage, the old man lowered his voice, he is Qingzhou Sage.
Qingzhou Saint Yang Guanxian was startled, but he had always been a cautious person and asked in a deep voice, seriously?
What are you trying to do? Go quickly. The old man is really anxious. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
After all, who in the world doesn’t know the sage Qingzhou?
The old man simply stretched out his hand and pushed him.
Yang Guanxian looked at the back of the old man in white. Thinking of his second brother, his heart skipped a beat and he followed him.
