Chapter 116: The Three-A Layout Test True One (10,000 words)
Against the backdrop of the vast white earth, the night sky appears even deeper and bluer. The moonlight is cold and trembling like a gravel, like gently hitting the heart of a lake, rippling gently.
Zhou Xianming was sitting at home, holding a pen in his hand, looking at the book in front of him, breathing heavily, sometimes frowning, sometimes relaxing, as if he was thinking about something.
Around him, there seemed to be a faint white energy flowing, blending into the weak candlelight.
"Boom!"
At this moment, there was a knock on the door.
"who is it!?"
Hearing this voice, Zhou Xianming trembled, and then he murmured in his heart: Impossible, absolutely impossible. He never knocked on the door every time he came. Could it be Dr. Xiaoan and Mr. Li? But they were just two people.
Come and give me winter clothes and leave...
Zhou Xianming walked to the door cautiously, then glanced through the crack of the door, and then opened the door.
Standing at the door was a pretty little maid in a pleated skirt, holding a box of pastries in her hand.
"What are you doing?"
Zhou Xianming recognized this maid as Li Yue's personal servant.
The maid covered her mouth and smiled softly: "My lady said, thank you Mr. Zhou for sending me the message. It was very well written. She asked me to bring it to you."
"It turns out it was sent by Miss Liyue."
When Zhou Xianming heard this, a hint of joy appeared in his eyes, and then he hurriedly took the pastry box.
"The lady also said that the new year is approaching and the weather is getting colder, so Mr. Zhou should pay attention to his health."
The little maid blinked and said with a smile: "My lady made this herself. No one can eat it yet. Mr. Zhou is lucky."
"Take me back to thank your lady."
When Zhou Xianming heard this, he immediately felt happy and said: "Girl, please wait for me for a moment."
With that said, Zhou Xianming hurriedly ran towards his home. After a while, he came out with a post in his hand, "This is a new poem I wrote. Please give it to your lady."
"Okay, I understand, I'll leave now."
The little maid took the post, bowed and left.
Watching the little maid leave and then looking at the cake in her hand, Zhou Xianming couldn't help but laugh, "Sure enough, Miss Li Yue still appreciates me as a talented scholar."
........
In the thirteenth year of Xingping, the 30th day of the twelfth lunar month.
Before dawn in the morning, a series of "cracking" firecrackers could be heard, which scared the little black boy and rolled off Tan Yun's boots with a grunt, and then started barking at the door.
"Woof woof! Woof woof---woo!"
"Snapped!"
At this moment, a boot hit her hard. The little black boy whimpered twice and stopped shouting. His big eyes looked innocently at the beauty lying on the bed.
"Tan Yun, get up soon."
An Jing's voice came from outside the door.
"Uncle, why did you get up so early today?"
When Tan Yun heard this, he quickly put on his red coat and put on his shoes and socks.
An Jing looked at Tan Yun in front of him and his eyes lit up: "I feel more energetic after putting on new clothes."
"Of course, as the saying goes, a man depends on his clothes and a horse depends on his saddle."
Tan Yun said with a smile: "Uncle, if you have money, can't I change into new clothes every day?"
An Jing opened his mouth and said, "You are trying to make money from me every day, shouldn't you be self-reliant?"
If he were an ordinary doctor, he would actually be very wealthy, but Jishitang's medicines were not expensive, and they did not lower the prices when purchasing medicinal herbs from farmers and hunters, so the profits were not high.
Moreover, Zhao Qingmei was later responsible for managing the running expenses of Jishitang, and Anjing would only charge some consultation fees when he went out for consultations.
If you meet a wealthy family, you will be able to save some if you are given a lot of medical fees. If you are a poor family, sometimes you will not receive any money.
Even if he kept some, he would be blackmailed away by Li Fuzhou.
Thinking of this, An Jing couldn't help but cursed: If there is another chance to see Li Fuzhou in the future, he will definitely let him spit out his money and profits.
If Li Fuzhou knew what An Jing was thinking, he would definitely fight for himself. I don't like the few steel coins in your pocket. Besides, he didn't spend a penny...
Tan Yun pouted and said: "Uncle, look at what you said, as a maid, am I not relying on my own efforts now?"
"Don't worry, my uncle will never forget you when he is rich. Even if he breaks a penny in half, he will give you half."
An Jing coughed twice and handed over the peach branch in his hand, "This is a newly folded peach branch. You can use it to ward off evil spirits after breakfast. I will post spring couplets and door gods later."
Tan Yun took the peach branch, waved it twice, and said, "I understand, I'm going to eat now."
I'm going to eat now....
An Jing raised his eyebrows. Shouldn't the focus be on eating and working? Thinking that he was still busy, he walked towards the lobby without saying anything else.
At this moment, Zhao Qingmei was playing with the pen and ink on the table. She was also wearing a red fur robe and a touch of makeup, which made her delicate face more soft and touching.
Seeing An Jing coming, Zhao Qingmei set up the inkstone and said with a smile: "Husband, I will let the third master write this couplet later. Let it dry for a while before you paste it up."
"Third Master?"
When An Jing heard this, he muttered subconsciously.
Li Fuzhou?!
That won't work!
He is the leader of the Demon Sect. If his handwriting is recognized in the future, it will be troublesome. Although the probability is very small, as a careful person, he must be on guard.
After all calculations, the time is only seven months, so no mistakes can be made during this period.
"His handwriting is excellent." Seeing An Jing's silence, Zhao Qingmei continued, "The couplets at home last year were written by him."
"It's better not to bother Third Master with such a trivial matter. Didn't he go call Mr. Zhou? It will be too late by the time he comes back." An Jing smiled and said, "How about I write it?"
"you write?"
Zhao Qingmei said coquettishly: "Forget it, let me write it. Not many people can understand what you write."
An Jing's writing is very casual, and his basic skills are very poor, but if you look closely, there is a unique and lively beauty. Anyway, people who like it like it very much, and those who don't like it very much dislike it.
Because even the people who like him can't understand it, Han Wenxin likes his handwriting very much and says that his handwriting has a fairy spirit.
When An Jing heard this, he quickly gave a thumbs up and said: "Okay, Madam's words are powerful, graceful, thin and powerful..."
Anyway, as long as it is not written by Li Fuzhou, anyone in the family can write it.
"Stop flattering and go eat the rice cake first. The small bowl on the table is yours."
Zhao Qingmei smiled and pointed at An Jing's forehead.
"I see."
When An Jing heard this, he hummed a tune and walked quickly towards the dining hall.
When he walked in, he saw that Tan Yun had already sat on the table, holding a big bowl and eating in large pieces, enjoying himself.
"so close......"
Seeing this, An Jing couldn't help but feel a trace of cold sweat on his forehead.
If he arrived late, he wouldn't even have the small bowl.
Thinking of this, An Jing took a deep breath, sat down and picked up the chopsticks. When he picked up the chopsticks, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
There was little water in the clear soup in the bowl, and there was no trace of rice cake anywhere.
"Give......"
Tan Yun reluctantly put the half-bitten rice cake into Anjing's bowl, and said cowardly: "I thought that bowl was mine. I wasn't full after eating it. Uncle, I only bitten half of it."
mouth......"
When she said this, her eyes were still fixed on the half-mouthed rice cake.
.........
The winter sun is warm but not hot.
The streets are full of children playing and the sound of firecrackers crackling.
An Jing stood on the stool, brushed the Spring Festival couplets with a small brush dipped in rice paste, and then pasted them on the line.
Seeing that An Jing was silent, Tan Yun, who was holding a bucket of rice cereal beside him, said, "Uncle, don't be angry. I'll make something delicious for you tonight."
"No, I'm not angry, I really am not angry." An Jing shook his head quickly after hearing this.
"Then why didn't you speak?" Tan Yun asked again.
"We are working, what is there to say?" An Jing paused in his movements.
"All right."
"Go quickly and see if Madam needs any help. I've got almost everything here."
An Jing walked down from the stool, then took a look at the neatly matched couplets, which were perfectly pasted, and nodded with satisfaction.
Tan Yun's eyes lit up, and he quickly walked towards the kitchen with the small wooden bucket.
At this moment, Li Fuzhou and Zhou Xianming came over from a distance, chatting happily, talking and laughing.
The small circle of scholars always has a common discourse, and it is difficult for a rough guy like An Jing to integrate into it.
"Dr. An, thank you for your hard work."
Zhou Xianming bowed his hands to An Jing who was standing at the door.
"This couplet should be in Miss's name, right?" Li Fuzhou glanced at the couplet on the wall.
"Hey, this couplet... is wonderful!"
Zhou Xianming saw a trace of surprise in his eyes when he saw the couplets on the wall.
Li Fuzhou also looked over and couldn't help but exclaimed: "What a great couplet!"
A hundred generations of time make the present good, and the ancient mountains and rivers are new today. Hengbiao: Everything is renewed.
Some things are good not only because of their choice of words and sentences, but because of their expressive meaning and their boldness that makes people move.
Just from this couplet, it seems to have an extraordinary spirit.
This couplet was written by Zhao Qingmei and described by An Jing.
Next year, for Anjing, is not just a new year, everything will be updated.
"Mrs. An is so courageous."
Zhou Xianming couldn't help but sigh.
Li Fuzhou also nodded slightly. Only the leader could have such a powerful spirit. This ancient country is new today. If you think about it carefully, it is also very meaningful.
"Let's go in and sit for a while. The New Year's Eve dinner will be ready soon."
An Jing didn't bother to explain, so he walked towards home carrying a small stool.
With that said, the three of them walked towards the dining hall.
An Jing looked at Zhou Xianming who was full of smiles, and said strangely: "Mr. Zhou, I see that you feel refreshed and refreshed recently. Could it be that a happy event is coming to your door?"
In recent times, Zhou Xianming rarely comes to Li Fuzhou Goulan to listen to music. This is a bit strange. Could it be that he is really studying and practicing calligraphy behind closed doors at home and is ready to try it?
"There is indeed a happy event." Zhou Xianming was overjoyed.
Li Fuzhou asked from the side: "Could it be the oiran?"
The only person who could make Zhou Xianming so happy was probably the oiran in the boat.
Zhou Xianming smiled but said nothing.
When An Jing saw this, he was secretly surprised and said: Could it be that...
This world is really wonderful, and there are always some incredible things happening.
Li Fuzhou frowned slightly, but then he didn't say anything.
He knew very well that the oiran in the red pavilion was the top killer of the Fengyu Tower, the Blood Spirit Sword. This person practiced the Blood Spirit Art, and the more advanced he was, the faster his longevity would be consumed.
Just as he was talking, the three of them had already entered the dining hall.
"Sit down first." An Jing saw that Zhou Xianming didn't speak anymore, so he didn't ask any more questions.
"Uncle, the dishes are all cooked. Madam asked me to ask you, do you want to serve them now?"
At this time, Tan Yun stuck his head out and asked.
"Come on, let's chat while we eat."
An Jing said angrily. He didn't eat in the morning or at noon. Now he was so hungry that his chest pressed against his back.
"okay, I get it."
Tan Yun stuck out his tongue and hurriedly went down.
Not long after, plates of delicious food were served by Tan Yun.
White-cut chicken, lantern shrimp, soy sauce pork knuckles, Sixi meatballs, soy sauce beef, sweet and sour pork ribs, braised bean curd pork, steamed crucian carp, carrot and corn bone soup, and two plates of vegetables.
Everything is delicious, delicious, and fragrant, making people salivate.
"Mrs. An, not only is she knowledgeable and talented, but her cooking skills are also top-notch!"
When Zhou Xianming saw this, he couldn't help but admired it.
"Set off the firecrackers first."
An Jing took out the firecracker from his chest and walked outside the door to light the firecracker.
After setting off these firecrackers, we can have the New Year's Eve dinner.
"call out!"
As the fire core was ignited, a series of crackling sounds were heard.
"Woof woof!" "Woof woof!"
The little black boy was jumping around, very excited.
Everyone covered their ears and quickly walked into the house.
"It's time to eat, it's time to eat."
An Jing hadn't eaten all day, and his stomach was already growling with hunger.
Zhou Xianming also smiled and said: "Come on, come on, Mr. Li, Doctor An, Mrs. An, Miss Tan, today is the last day of the thirteenth year of Xingping, let's have a good drink."
Li Fuzhou looked at Zhao Qingmei who was still standing by and said quickly: "Miss, please take a seat quickly."
Zhao Qingmei nodded and then sat next to An Jing.
Tan Yun said impatiently: "Uncle, try it quickly and see how it tastes."
"Madam's cooking skills are naturally excellent."
An Jing was the first to sit down and hit the pig's trotter with his chopsticks. "It's Chinese New Year. I chew the pig's trotters to scratch my head in the coming year! These are the front hooves I bought specially."
The other people also sat down, all of them smiling.
Zhou Xianming shook his head and said: "Doctor An, this has a good meaning. The front hooves are scratched back, which means that you can only get in but not get out. Next year, your fortune will be prosperous. Congratulations, congratulations..."
"Mr. Zhou's tongue is quite slippery."
Zhao Qingmei seemed to have thought of something and smiled sweetly: "Open a medical clinic at home. I don't want to get rich, just want to be safe."
Li Fuzhou felt something: "Yes, peace is rare and valuable."
"Uncle, please eat quickly." Tan Yun urged An Jing as he saw that An Jing was still reluctant to take a bite.
"Why are you in such a hurry?" An Jing asked strangely.
Something is wrong with Tan Yun. He actually let himself eat quickly?
"My uncle didn't eat in the morning or at noon. Aren't I worried about my uncle?" Tan Yun lowered his head and whispered.
"You know I didn't eat, so I still have some conscience."
An Jing snorted lightly, then smiled at everyone and said, "This pig's knuckles are soft and waxy, and the color is pure. It must be very delicious. I will eat it first as a token of respect."
As he said that, he bit off the pig's trotter in one bite.
But the next moment, his chewing mouth suddenly stopped.
"Uncle, uncle, how about you tell me what you want?" Tan Yun looked at him eagerly, and when he saw An Jing was silent, he said impatiently.
The other three people stopped moving their chopsticks and looked at An Jing strangely.
"Doctor An, is there something wrong with this pig's hand?" Zhou Xianming couldn't help but ask.
"vomit!"
An Jing rushed out, held on to the pillar at the door and spit out the meat in his mouth.
The little black boy walked over quickly, sniffed the meat spit out by An Jing, and then ran away with a look of disgust on his face.
"Dr. An, you...are you...?"
When Zhou Xianming saw this, his lips trembled a little.
How is this going!?
Is there something poisonous in this dish!?
"Uncle, are you okay?" Tan Yun saw this and hurriedly stepped forward to help An Jing.
An Jing felt his tongue was a little sore and numb, and looked at Zhao Qingmei, "Husband... Madam, are you trying to murder your husband?"
Zhao Qingmei covered her mouth and chuckled, "Husband, look at what you said."
"Then this pig's hand almost cost me half my life..."
An Jing pointed at the pig's hand in the bowl, his fingers trembling.
bitter!
Have you ever eaten pork knuckles that are more bitter than traditional Chinese medicine?!
I ate before.......
Li Fuzhou and Zhou Xianming also looked at the pig's hand. The pig's hand was round and shiny, and there seemed to be nothing wrong with it.
"Uncle, my wife didn't do this, it was me."
Tan Yun whispered from the side.
"What!?"
When An Jing heard this, his eyes suddenly widened.
"I see."
Zhou Xianming was suddenly surprised when he heard this, and then heaved a sigh of relief.
He thought someone had poisoned him.
If this is the case, the trouble will be huge.
Li Fuzhou, on the other hand, looked at Tan Yun strangely. He knew his disciple very well. There were two things that he basically never wanted to learn to do, one was reading and the other was cooking.
"Uncle, didn't you tell me everything?"
Tan Yun lowered his head, intertwined his two small hands, and said in an even lower voice, "Do you think that to capture a man's heart, you must first capture his stomach?"
Zhao Qingmei's smile deepened.
An Jing was stunned for a moment when he recalled the pig hand just now, and then lost his voice: "I said that if you want to capture a man's heart, you have to capture his stomach, but I didn't say to let you capture his stomach...
....”
Scratch his stomach...
Tan Yun was quite aggrieved, with a hint of flushing on his face, and said: "I didn't...I didn't, uncle, I just want to repay you, and I stewed it for two hours as the lady said...
..”
An Jing drank a cup of tea and rinsed his mouth before saying, "Are you repaying me? You are taking revenge on me."
Hearing An Jing's words, Zhao Qingmei couldn't hold back any longer and burst into laughter, "Goose goose goose goose..."
"Hahaha!" "Hahaha!"
Li Fuzhou and Zhou Xianming looked at each other and laughed.
An Jing looked at Zhao Qingmei and asked, "Madam, why didn't you remind me just now?"
Zhao Qingmei raised her eyebrows and asked, "Can't you tell the difference between the dishes I cook?"
An Jing: "......"
Zhou Xianming said seriously: "This pig's hands are soft and waxy, and the color is pure. I think it's best to leave them to Dr. An."
"Come on, Mr. Li, let's have a drink first."
Li Fuzhou smiled and nodded and then had a drink with Zhou Xianming.
An Jing sat down and quickly said with a smile: "Madam, which one of these has been poisoned?"
Poison!?
When Tan Yun heard this, his heart was filled with grievances. I spent two hours doing this, but my uncle actually accused me of poisoning.
Zhao Qingmei chuckled and said: "Except for the pig's hand, I made the rest."
"That's good, let's get started. What just happened was just a small twist. This is just like life. After the storm, there will be sunshine."
When An Jing heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, his stomach acid was surging, and he actually felt a little less hungry.
"Little Hei Zai, if they don't eat it, you eat it!"
Tan Yun picked up the pig's hand, walked to the door angrily, picked up a piece and handed it to Little Hei Zai.
The little black boy immediately walked over with his head shaking, stuck out his tongue and licked the pig's hand, and then ran away in a hurry.
The little black boy didn't even want to eat it.
Seeing this, Tan Yun suddenly looked depressed.
"Actually, you don't need to be discouraged."
An Jing thought for a moment and comforted him: "At least the pig's hands are cooked this time. This is progress, isn't it?"
"yes."
Tan Yun's eyes lit up, "Uncle, what you said makes sense. Maybe I can do better next time."
"Come on, drink!"
An Jing's heart trembled when he heard the word 'next time', and he quickly turned his head and looked at Li Fuzhou and Zhou Xianming.
"Come on, Dr. An, let's go together. This year has passed so quickly. I remember that you were alone at the beginning of the year. Now that you are married, you are just short of having a child."
Zhou Xianming sighed and said: "At the beginning of the year, I was penniless, so I made a living by writing books."
An Jing exposed it without mercy: "Now one year has passed and you are still penniless."
"No, I have hope now."
After hearing An Jing's words, Zhou Xianming didn't seem angry, but his eyes were filled with hope.
An Jing picked up a piece of ribs and said calmly: "I just hope you don't get Lao Han's leg."
"Uncle, what do you mean by this?" Li Fuzhou asked with a smile while holding the chopsticks in his hand.
An Jing put down his chopsticks and had a drink with Li Fuzhou, and said, "Mr. Zhou has a poor constitution and is often prone to wind and cold."
"Don't listen to Dr. An's nonsense, my constitution is not bad."
week
, my clothes were very thin at that time, and I would often feel dizzy when the cold wind blew after standing for a long time, so I went to the hospital to see Dr. Xiaoan. He said that I had a cold, and it was not good to have the cold wind blowing every night.
, but later on I seldom got cold..."
If you don't really like it, who would be willing to do dog licking?
"Oh? Why is this?" Li Fuzhou asked again: "Did the cold wind stop blowing later? Did the money go into the hook fence?"
Zhou Xianming shook his head and said: "Doctor An said that blowing cold wind is not good, but I stopped asking him later."
Li Fuzhou trembled when he heard the wine glass in his hand.
After Zhao Qingmei gave An Jing a glass of wine, she couldn't help but sigh in her heart. She didn't expect Zhou Xianming to be such an affectionate person.
"I didn't expect you all had already drank."
At this moment, a familiar voice came from outside the door.
The visitor was none other than Han Wenxin, carrying two jars of strong liquor in his hands.
"Sit down, Mr. Han. Tan Yun, go fill up the bowls and chopsticks."
Zhao Qingmei greeted.
An Jing smiled and said: "I'm right, Brother Han will definitely come back, and he will bring no more than two bottles of old wine. This must be good wine passed over from his Uncle Han."
Han Wenxin couldn't keep any money in his pocket, so he spent it whenever he had it. At this time last year, when he and An Jing were drinking wine, they stole the fine wine that Han Ju had hidden in the cellar.
"Brother An is the one who knows me."
Han Wenxin laughed and then sat next to Zhou Xianming, "Mr. Li, Old Man Zhou, you are going to the capital. There will be less opportunities to drink in the future. How can I not come?"
Zhou Xianming raised his wine glass and said eloquently: "When I come back from high school, I'll ask you to get drunk."
Han Wenxin shook his head and said, "When you fail the college entrance examination, I'll ask you to listen to music."
Vulgar head catcher!
When Zhou Xianming heard Han Wenxin's words, he was so angry that his teeth itched.
"Here, have a drink."
An Jing stood up and looked at the moonlight outside the house, "On the last day of the thirteenth year of Xingping, let's raise a toast and celebrate together."
Unknowingly, it has been eleven years, and life flies by so fast.
"The Spring Festival should be a new beginning." Zhou Xianming's face was flushed.
"Yes, if the old one doesn't go and the new one doesn't come, I wish my brother An to have a big fat boy next year." Han Wenxin said with a wink.
"New year, new atmosphere, the new year is just like my coat, it can be prosperous."
"Come on, it's all in the wine."
.......
Everyone raised their glasses and drank together.
Outside the house is the full moon on the West Tower, thousands of lights, countless laughter and laughter inside, and the crackling sound of firecrackers outside.
Everyone toasted and celebrated with smiles in their eyes.
Tan Yun wiped his mouth, breathed a long sigh of relief, and made up his mind: In the new year, I will definitely find the whereabouts of the swordsman, definitely.
Li Fuyi glanced at everyone on Monday, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart that such a peaceful and warm day might be the end of it for him.
Many years later, when I look back at those peaceful days buried in the gravel, I seem to realize that they were the best.
For each of them, it is also a precious treasure. In their long lives, it is more precious than anything else and worth recalling.
"What a strong drink."
Han Wenxin wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth, "It's so happy! It's so happy!"
Zhou Xianming said calmly: "Han Baotou, come and try this pig's knuckle to moisten your mouth. Doctor An said it's good."
.........
After three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.
There is no banquet in the world without breaking up. Even if we are together for a thousand years, there will never be a day when we are apart.
An Jing saw off the proud Zhou Xianming and the tipsy Han Wenxin one by one, and then walked back home with small steps.
Tan Yun and Zhao Qingmei were clearing away the leftovers on the table.
"Where is Mr. San?"
An Jing asked.
Zhao Qingmei wiped the table and said: "The third master said he was happy and drank a little too much, so he went back to rest first."
An Jing nodded upon hearing this. The old man was a bit withdrawn, but judging from the way he drank today, he was indeed drinking too much. He drank one of the two new bottles of wine that Han Wen brought later.
"Uncle, when are we going to set off the fireworks?" Tan Yun thought of something and asked.
She remembered very clearly that when she went to the market a few days ago, An Jing bought a lot of fireworks and she still hasn't let them go.
"Then let it go now and let's go."
An Jing smiled.
"OK."
Zhao Qingmei smiled softly.
"Let's set off the fireworks. I like watching fireworks the most." Tan Yun threw the rag in his hand on the table excitedly.
Then the three of them came to the front hall holding fireworks.
Although it is already late at night, you can still see the lights of thousands of houses on the streets, as well as the sounds of laughter.
"Uncle, hurry up, I've already sat down."
Tan Yun climbed to the roof with the little black boy in his arms and shouted to An Jing below.
An Jing glanced at Tan Yun, and then sighed heavily, asking her to be happy and maybe forget about poisoning.
"call out!"
The whole street was suddenly brightly lit with colorful lights, sweeping across the vast and vast night sky.
The dazzling light shimmered and reflected on the pupils of Zhao Qingmei and Tan Yun, revealing an intoxicating light.
"Qingmei, I've really worked hard on you today."
An Jing looked at that soft face and said softly.
Since Er Gouzi and San Mazi left, he spent most of the year alone. Until last year, Han Wenxin found out that he was alone, so he came with two jars of wine and drank with him until midnight.
"What a beauty."
Tan Yun looked up at the sky, his eyes full of colors.
The fireworks in the world are the most soothing to mortal hearts.
For some reason, the figure of the swordsman and those eyes always appeared in her mind, and then they transformed into An Jing's appearance.
Tan Yun shook his head repeatedly, and then became a little panicked, "Let's just watch the fireworks."
Little Hei Zai rarely moved, lying next to Tan Yun's legs, quietly watching the fireworks in the sky.
"I want to hear you sing again." Zhao Qingmei murmured as she looked at the fireworks in the sky.
"OK."
An Jing looked at the fireworks in the sky and smiled, then gently whispered into Zhao Qingmei's ear: "...The most romantic thing I can think of is to grow old slowly with you..."
....”
Zhao Qingmei's eyes seemed to be filled with water, and then she slowly stretched out her hands and hugged An Jing tightly.
"Sing it a few more times later, I like to hear it."
"good."
"Brother, what New Year's wish did you just make?"
"It won't work if you tell others."
"But I'm not someone else."
"Well...my New Year's resolution is to wish you a long life in the new year."
.........
Above the starry sky, the fireworks are colorful and beautiful, and some people are like these human fireworks.
.........
.........
The fourteenth year of Xingping, the first day of the first lunar month.
A new year is also a new beginning.
The earth is covered with silver, the cold wind is like a knife, the sound of firecrackers is continuous, and many people from the city gather on the streets to celebrate the new year, which is very lively.
"Madam, I'm going out to pay New Year's greetings and I'll be back soon."
An Jing made a random excuse and went out carrying the medicine box.
"Um!?"
Looking at An Jing's back, Tan Yun suddenly regained his energy from his drowsy state: "My uncle has to carry a medicine box to celebrate the New Year? It's really strange."
Somehow, she became more and more curious about the medicine box.
"No, I must find time to open it and see if my uncle has hidden any money inside."
"Okay, remember to come back early."
Zhao Qingmei, who was in the room, responded and carefully found the diary from the closet. With a hint of charm in her eyes, she slowly picked up the pen.
“Where should I start? Let’s start from last night’s poem about wishing people a long life.”
.......
Fuyang Village.
An Jing tidied up briefly, used Ghost Valley to charm Shui Yue again, and then slowly arrived at the end of the village.
Last time Jiang Sanjia told him that he was ready to leave Yuzhou City, but he didn't know if he had really left now.
Logically speaking, he was truly a loner. He was helpless in this city of Yuzhou and didn't even know anyone. After thinking about An Jing, he decided to come and take a look.
When we arrived at the door of the two broken-roofed kilns, the door was closed tightly, and the door of the thatched cottage was also closed.
"It looks like he's really gone."
An Jing sighed softly, and since everyone was here, he planned to open the door and go in to take a look.
"Creak!"
The courtyard door opened and An Jing walked in.
The courtyard was covered with heavy snow, no one was cleaning it, and there were no footprints. One look at the house revealed that it was a poor family, and it was estimated that even thieves would not be willing to visit.
An Jing walked into the house slowly, and found a qi machine on the old table.
Ghost Valley Confusion.
There is nothing strange about the table for ordinary people, but if you are practicing Guigu Mental Technique or some masters with extremely high internal strength, you can see a letter on the table.
An Jing stepped forward and picked up the letter. There were four big characters written on it. Brother Zhou opened it personally.
"Is this what Jiang Sanjia left for me?"
An Jing couldn't help but laugh, "Did he predict that I would come again in the future? But what if I didn't come?"
As he spoke, he gently opened the letter.
"Brother Zhou, you are well. If no one picks up this letter within a month, it will completely turn into ashes and disappear. As I expected, it should be Brother Zhou who is looking at the letter.
Next, I have some things that I want to explain to Brother Zhou. Brother Zhou must keep them in mind.
Brother Zhou is holding the fragment of Da Luo's Heart Technique. Although he has been hiding it before, he has taken action several times recently. It must have been exposed. Besides me, there should be two major forces in Dayan who may know Brother Zhou's methods.
One is the human emperor's dragnet of Dayan. Their intelligence is second to none in Dayan, but this dragnet is only loyal to the human emperor. Now the emperor is suspected of breaking through the shackles and retreating into seclusion. He has little jurisdiction over the government. Brother Zhou does not need to.
Worry.
In addition to this dragnet, there is another river and lake force that may also be aware of it, and this is Tianji Pavilion.
Tianji Pavilion Network Dayan Intelligence, the situation has changed, and the Dragon and Tiger Ranking has been made. It is for laymen to watch the fun, and for experts to see the door. This Dragon and Tiger Ranking is for laymen to see in the world, and there are many experts among them, but
Some masters have also been hidden, because Tianji Pavilion was built by people with good intentions from the beginning. At first, it was true, but over time, it lost its original intention. The masters on the list were also a mixed bag, and only the best ones came out later.
The price can be entered into this list of dragons and tigers, but it lacks some authenticity. I see that Brother Zhou rarely travels in the world. In the future, I must be very careful and be careful of experts from all walks of life, so as not to be deceived by the dragon and tiger list.
And the thoughtful person behind Tianji Pavilion is none other than the current second prince, Zhao Mengtai. This man is shrewd, capable, ambitious, decisive and ruthless, and he can be regarded as a figure. This time he is my vindication. According to my estimation, he
He must know that Brother Zhou has Da Luo's inner thoughts, and wants to know Brother Zhou's whereabouts from me.
Zhao Mengtai has always been on good terms with the Zhenyi Sect. If he obtains Da Luo's inner skills, he will have a bargaining chip against the Zhenyi Sect. But don't worry, Brother Zhou, I will definitely not reveal your whereabouts.
No matter what, it is true that Brother Zhou is pregnant with Daluo, and Xiao Qianqiu will definitely go down the mountain to look for you.
Xiao Qianqiu is the number one person in the world. Even if his strength is not at the peak of a grandmaster, he is not far behind. There are only a few people in the world who can compete with him for supremacy.
If Brother Zhou intends to compete with him, he will be Brother Zhou's biggest enemy.
Above the temple, Zhao Mengtai had good relations with the Zhenyi Sect and formed his own party. He was powerful and could not be underestimated. However, the current prince was not like that. He had a deep grudge and grudge with the Zhenyi Sect, and Liu Qingshan was the prince's man.
If Brother An can put down his grudges, he can make friends with the prince, and then with the help of the prince, he can wash away the suspicion of being wanted by Xuanyi Wei and become an upright person.
If the grudge between Brother An and Liu Qingshan cannot be resolved, and Xuanyi Guard is wanted, it will be difficult to move forward in the world.
Compared with Zhao Mengtai, the prince is much more benevolent and righteous... Jiang was detained in the dungeon, and it was Jiang who brought the blame on himself and could not blame anyone else.
But Jiang is not talented and has already laid out a game for Brother Zhou.
Before leaving, Jiang spent the remaining five years of his life and got a chance to catch a glimpse of the secret. He discovered that Brother Zhou had a very tough destiny. It was extremely rare for someone with great luck. If he survived in the future, he would definitely be able to compete with Xiao Qianqiu. However,
However, at this moment, the whole body is full of murderous intent, and it seems that his life is not long.
Jiang's bureau can help you. One of them is to write a letter to my senior brother Lou Xiangzhen. If Xiao Qianqiu takes action, ask him to protect you when necessary. My senior brother is unwilling to come, but if
If I die, he will definitely come.
Secondly, Guigu's mind method is divided into three realms: Three Mysteries. If Brother Zhou can reach the realm of Two Mysteries, he can learn the Paper Man Substitution Technique. This technique consumes a lot of essence, and the blood energy can condense into a paper man.
Even if the heart is pierced and the meridians are broken, the person can be resurrected after twelve hours. Only dismemberment can defeat this method.
Very little is known about this technique.
However, this paper man substitution technique can only condense two paper men in a lifetime, which consumes a lot of energy. It can be regarded as a life-saving technique, so remember this technique.
In the arena, the situation is changing, and there are dangers everywhere. Brother Zhou must always be careful.
What I do is not for you, only for myself.
I really appreciate what Brother Zhou said. He did it, so why can’t I do it?
They set up this round, why can't I set up?
The Shinichi Sect wants to kill me, why can't I resist?
Let Jiang set up this last game and give this world's hero a try. If he goes, it won't be in vain.
If you are lucky enough in the future... Brother Zhou is lucky enough to be able to set foot on Zhenyi Mountain. Wenjian, the best person in the world, please bring a jug of good wine and sprinkle it on the top of the mountain. Jiang will know it under the Dingquan.
The spring waves under the sad mountain are green, and it was once the shadow of a startling giant came.
Jiang Sanjia."
An Jing looked at the letter in his hand, but his heart couldn't calm down for a long time.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Sanjia spent his last life and made a fortune for himself. He couldn't help but analyze his situation and left himself a solution.
Zhao Mengtai, the crown prince, a prince who was able to influence everything in the court and in the world, and the other the crown prince of Dayan, seemed to have offended both of them at once.
He also killed two big Tiangang men, Xuan Yiwei. Xuan Yiwei also issued wanted notices in various places in Dayan. They seemed to have sensed a full crisis before they even left Yuzhou City.
From Jiang Sanjia's words, we learned that the Zhenyi Sect seemed to be very ruthless and unscrupulous in order to obtain the Guigu Mind Technique in his hands, and he returned to Yujing City with the intention of death.
If you don't hand over Da Luo's inner skills in the future, they will be the ones to deal with you.
In fact, from An Jing's point of view, mutual exchange is not a bad thing, provided that the Zhenyi Sect is willing to show their mind, which will be beneficial to everyone.
However, An Jing speculated that with the current momentum of Zhenyi Sect and Xiao Qianqiu, they would definitely not hand over the sect's core method.
Moreover, only Taoist masters of Xuanmen can practice the "Jade Emperor Sutra". Most people would probably not let anyone else get such an honor, let alone Xiao Qianqiu who suppressed the entire world.
Unless it was absolutely necessary, An Jing did not want to hand over the Daluo Heart Technique in his hands.
"Caobang?"
An Jing chuckled lightly.
Jiang Sanjia said in the letter that he would be given the opportunity to resolve his grudges with the Caobang.
But the grudge between him and the Cao Gang was that he killed people from the Cao Gang. On the contrary, An Jing didn't have much hatred for the Cao Gang.
It would be best if we could resolve the grudges, and we could use the help of the prince behind Liu Qingshan to eliminate the wanted Xuanyi Guard.
"But it's not that simple to resolve the grudges. Liu Qingshan was originally in the smallpox realm, and now that he has received a ray of heaven and earth spiritual energy, his cultivation will definitely increase. In addition, he has killed several second-level masters from the Cao Gang, and he will definitely not be willing to resolve it easily.
Let go of grudges."
An Jing sighed lightly, and then suddenly remembered the black opportunity, "Could it be that Jiang Sanjia said that my whole body is full of murderous intent, and this has something to do with it?"
Thinking of this, An Jing couldn't help but feel a chill in his back. It seemed that Guigu's art of paper man substitution should be learned as soon as possible, and he should keep it as a back-up in case of emergencies.