Chapter 87

Fang Xie got down from the carriage, smiled and asked the garrison captain who came up quickly: "Jun ye, what else?"

The captain, who looked about forty, strode up, looked at Fang Xie and said in silence for a while: "When you get back, if you can, please say congratulations for me... I was a pawn under Prince Zhong in those days. On the day of the opening of the red tea recruitment, the Lord didn't mean to be our pawns, but specially opened dozens of tables to invite us who couldn't be on the table to eat wine... The banquet was scattered, we were divided into various armies, and we haven't seen the Lord since. It's been 11 years, I can often dream of being drunk that night. "

This man was a soldier loyal to the prince!

Fang Xie's heart was shocked and said solemnly, "don't worry, I'll tell you when I see the rest."

"Thank you."

The captain reported a fist and turned away.

With a long sigh of relief, the big dog took off the steel thorn gloves he had quietly worn and stuffed them into his cuffs. Fang Xie looked at the back of the school captain leaving. He didn't know why he was filled with a sad mood. These days, he heard the name of loyal Prince Yang Qi many times, and every story about the man made him excited.

His contribution to helping the emperor ascend the throne is unparalleled. If he doesn't leave the hall, he will always be the one standing in front of all civil and military officials. But when he is about to stand at the peak of his life, he quietly goes down the mountain and manages the scenery at the foot of the mountain.

The more you think about it, the more curious Fang Xie is about what happened ten years ago, which makes him give up everything he has and go away.

After ten years of silence, where the hell has he gone?

Is he still alive?

However, Fang Xie soon put aside his sad thoughts. What he had to consider now was not whether the legendary figure of the great Sui Dynasty was still alive, but how he should live well. Shen qingfan said that the person behind the scenes had set a deadline of 15 years, and after 15 years, the person behind the scenes would have a way to let Fang Xie go back. It was already 15 years before he left fan Gu Half a year has passed, but nothing seems to have changed.

So Fang Xie is more worried.

Since that person spent his time and effort arranging this 15-year game that makes people feel confused, it's unreasonable to give up halfway. What kind of role he plays in this game and what kind of identity he was imposed by others at the beginning of his arrival in this world. All these make people feel very tight at all times.

However, no matter how he analyzed and speculated, he could not guess why the 15-year period would change.

Because there was a man who turned the world upside down somewhere in the West. The man who arranged that year had to deal with the immediate crisis first and temporarily ignored the control of the other party.

But that doesn't mean he gives up.

The carriage went out of Chang'an city smoothly, and several people couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Fang Xie sitting on the carriage looked back at the magnificent city, the high cloud wall, the people coming and going at the gate, the soldiers in armor, and the flag of the Sui Dynasty on the gate... The meaning in his eyes was very complex.

In fan Gu's three years, he spent all his time preparing how to settle down in the imperial capital, but after only half a month in the city, he had to leave this place. All his previous efforts turned into eastward water, surging and falling into the sea. All his plans and calculations could not be compared with the unstoppable change. His dream was washed away by a bubble of Sao yellow urine and disappeared.

"Fang Xie, why don't you inform the horizontal staff and Kirin?"

The big dog couldn't help asking.

"If we told the four of them, the strength around us wouldn't be so weak. We're all the way to qingleshan... The four of us are a little weak after all."

"There are four people now. When we came from fan Gu, there were only three."

Fang explained.

The big dog was stunned and was interrupted by Fang Xie as soon as he was about to say something: "everyone has the right to choose how to survive in the future. The four of them finally broke away from my dream that has made them miserable for 15 years. Why do they have to pull them back? And... Today, even if they pull, they may not be able to pull them back."

The big dog was silent. He knew Fang was right.

Fifteen years have passed. Heng cudgel and Qilin have managed to survive to this day. They have no reason and need to take risks with Fang Xie. Now they follow Mo Congzhi, follow the Taoists of qingleshan Yiqi temple, and are in the imperial capital. They are very safe.

A fool will continue to take risks.

Fang Xie smiled and said, "most people in the world are normal, and fools are always rare. It's not easy to get together four fools now. At least when you're bored, you have enough hands to play leaf cards. Four fools play cards... It must be very interesting."

At this time, Fang Xie's eyes suddenly looked cold.

In front of the official road, a man squatted in the middle of the road.

He squatted there with his head down and didn't know what to look at. The man held a small wooden stick with thick and thin fingers and drew a circle on the official road. He was wearing a black Taoist robe and his clothes were embroidered with very complex lines. Those lines couldn't see where they started and attributed to. They were endless and round.

Taoists of Taoism can tell their identity by their clothes. The most common disciples wear gray cotton Taoist robes, and the disciples in blue Taoist robes have a higher identity. The blue Taoist robe can only be worn by the elders of the sect, while the big red Taoist robe is a divine official dress, with respect for identity. In Yiqi view, only one person can wear a dark black Taoist robe, that is immortal Xiao.

But the man squatting in front is obviously not a famous Taoist leader.

Fang Xie waved his hand to stop the carriage, and he walked slowly by himself.

"Xiang qingniu, what are you doing?"

Fang Xie went to the fat man squatting on the ground and asked.

Xiang qingniu looked up at Fang Xie, and then pointed to the official way. On the official road, he drew several circles one after another. In the circle, several ants ran back and forth. It seemed that they couldn't find their way home.

"I just want to see if a few panicked mole ants can rush out of this circle."

Xiang qingniu replied seriously.

Fang Xie looked at the ants in the circle who were crawling back and forth but couldn't find the way. He was silent for a while and said, "no matter how big the circle is, the ants can still climb out after all."

"No"

Xiang qingniu said word by word: "Mole ants can climb out of the first circle I draw, but I can draw the second circle, the third circle and many circles. No matter how weak mole ants struggle and work hard, they will never escape. Because I have a small wooden stick in my hand, I can draw hundreds of circles casually. How can mole ants escape? One circle can't live, but a hundred circles?"

Fang Xie didn't answer, because he knew Xiang qingniu was right. The mole ants are too weak, and the people who draw circles are too powerful compared with the mole ants. As long as the people who draw circles are willing, he can play like this until he loses interest. If he is tired, tired and tired, he will easily crush the ants with that stick.

"Well, isn't what you just said very profound? I squat here to enlighten you with a circle. Does this move have the style of an expert outside the world?"

Xiang qingniu, squatting underground, asked.

Fang Xie nodded and said, "there seems to be no mistake in the truth, but your image squats here to draw circles and play with ants... It's really stupid - forced."

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"Why are you here?"

Fang Xie asked.

"It's not just to pretend to be an unfathomable Taoist expert, then steal a dark black Taoist robe, squat here and play with ants, waiting for me to hurry up and force me to have a look?"

Before Xiang qingniu, who was angry and had nothing to say, answered, Fang Xie suddenly looked serious and asked seriously, "if you were really waiting for me, then... How did you know I would come?"

Xiang qingniu snorted coldly, "I just said for a long time, but you still didn't understand at all. It's useless for me to blow the cow for you in front of my senior brother. I forced you to say that you are the first-class smart man in the world. I asked you, what was I doing just now?"

"Draw circles and play with ants."

Fang Xie answered.

Xiang qingniu asked again, "who is an ant?"

Fang Xie was silent for a while, raised his finger to the tip of his nose and asked, "do you mean me?"

"Congratulations, you're not an idiot at all."

Xiang qingniu snorted and said: "You think you can leave the imperial capital unknowingly, just as you have never been here? Fart! Do you see the stick in my hand? It's the strength that can easily crush your ants. For example, the imperial guards, Dali temple and the Ministry of punishment are all this stick. As long as you poke it gently on you, you will become a rotten pool Meat, and it's humble rotten meat. "

"The reason why this stick is only making a circle instead of crushing you is that someone spoke for you at a high level you don't know, so that the stick hasn't been pressed down so far, but it doesn't mean it won't be pressed down."

Fang Xie frowned and asked, "it seems that the only hand holding the stick can keep the stick from poking down."

Xiang qingniu couldn't help clapping and laughing: "I said you were smart enough. Then guess who made this hand holding the stick stop temporarily and didn't stab you with a small wooden stick?"

"Is it you?"

Fang Xie asked in surprise.

Xiang qingniu took a breath and said proudly, "of course it's me!"

"Let's go"

He said.

"Where are you going?"

Fang Xie asked.

Xiang qingniu smiled and said: "There is a tea shop not far from the road ahead. Although the tea sold is only the cheapest tea brick, the pedestrians who are about to enter Chang'an city walk there. Because they have been walking for a long time, they must be thirsty, so the sound of this tea shop is outrageous. It is said that at least hundreds of bowls of tea can be sold every day, and a penny for each bowl of tea is also a lot of income... Of course, This is not the key, the key is... There is a stick waiting for you in front. It's a very hard stick. If you don't want to be stabbed, you'd better walk faster. "

Xiang qingniu said seriously, "if he doesn't like you, or you don't show the strength to let him decide to show mercy, he will still stab you."

"Then why should I go?"

Fang Xie looked at him and said.

"Because you can't run."

Xiang qingniu turned first and said, "if you don't believe it, you can try."

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Several wooden sheds built on the roadside, more than a dozen clean tables and dozens of wooden stools constitute the tea shop that welcomes and sends at least hundreds of people every day. Of course, there is a large pot of boiled water.

Fang Xie asked Mu Xiaoyao big dog and Shen qingfan to stay where Xiang qingniu met. He followed Xiang qingniu here.

Far away, Fang Xie was acutely aware that several people in the tea shop deserved special attention. Next to the table on the right sat four men in royal clothes. In front of them were large tea bowls, but the water in the tea bowl was still full without drinking a mouthful.

There was only one man sitting at the middle table. He was a man who could not see his specific age. Meng looks 30 years old, but if you look carefully, you think he is 50 years old. There are no wrinkles on his face, but the vicissitudes in his eyes can never be so strong if he has not experienced many joys and sorrows, right and wrong, or even life and death.

There was also a man sitting at the leftmost table.

A handsome and beautiful childe dressed in white. Sitting quietly is like a white lotus outside the world. He was drinking tea with his head down and his eyes looked at the tea bowl in his hand. I don't know why. Fang Xie always felt that this man's eyes were staring at himself.

There is a curtain around the innermost part of the tea shop, which is obviously the resting place for the owner of the tea shop. Look, there is a man sitting inside, sitting very straight.

"Let's go"

Xiang qingniu pointed to the man sitting next to the table in the middle and said, "death and life are only between his thoughts. I can only help you ask him to listen to your explanation. As for whether he can listen... Do his best."

With these words, Xiang qingniu turned and left. Fang Xie asked in a low voice, "what are you doing?"

Xiang qingniutou said without looking back: "the first thing is that I can't hold back and want to shit. The second thing is to use the time to shit to recall how to recite the mantra of praying in the Tao Zu Shuo. The third... Buy the cheapest willow thin coffin and prepare it. I can only help you here."