Chapter 49

In the pouring rain, Mr. Liang, who had entered the restaurant before, was thrown out of the restaurant and fell heavily into the mud, stained with mud.

And they didn't get up immediately. Instead, they struggled for a long time. They could only lie in the mud and look at the old Confucian scholar who appeared at the door of the restaurant.

In this scene, dozens of riders who came along with Mr. Liang looked at each other and finally turned their eyes to the leading middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man has a dignified face. This time he went out, he really didn't have the military order of the northern military government, even Liang Shu didn't get the approval from the northern military government. It's totally private. In fact, Liang Shu's death here is not a big problem. If the northern military government pursues it, he will probably be able to put all the blame on Liang Shu. In fact, this trip is just about the reason Because Liang Shu wanted to take the demon pill, and it was not easy to go out without permission, so he gave some money. He was asked to choose some brothers to follow him. At that time, as long as he wiped out the money, even if the northern military government blamed him, he could probably use the reason that Liang Shu forced him to deal with it.

However, if these soldiers were killed by the old Confucian scholar standing at the door of the wine shop, it would be really troublesome for the northern military mansion to pursue them. Maybe if they were spread to Luoyang City, his Majesty would be furious. We should know that after removing Xu Wuting, a frontier General of the Northern military mansion, and returning to Beijing without any reason, all the generals and soldiers in the northern military mansion would be furious He was very careful, for fear that he would become the emperor. Before his Majesty's voice fell, the old Confucian scholar walked into the long river of ink, but he did not see any ink stained his clothes.

He did not say a word, but looked at Liang Shu with a very plain look, as if the long dark river had not affected him at all.

He did not use the magic power of green silk state, as if disdain, or as if not necessary.

At this moment, the old Confucian scholar is definitely not the bad old man who drank in the wine shop before.

It's worthy of four words.

He went up with one hand and lost the other behind him.

The whole dark river suddenly turned its head.

Although Liang Shu is still connected with the ancient inkstone, he can no longer control the long river of ink.

The old Confucian scholar said with a smile: "I think you are just a fake scholar abandoned by the Academy. How do you know how Confucianism works?"

"Most of the Confucianists in the world, no matter whether they are high-level or not, are on a smooth road. Who else, like you, has to go to a small path?"

After saying this, the old Confucian scholar's raised hand suddenly waved, "if you are not affected by this long river of ink, I will let you live. If you can't stand it, you can only say that you have done it yourself."

The dark river turned upside down and attacked Liang Shu. The latter glared with disbelief, while the old Confucian scholar turned around and stopped at the door of the restaurant, took off his shoes, washed away the mud on the soles, and then put them back on and walked into the door of the restaurant.

Just as soon as he entered the door, the old Confucian scholar took a jar of wine on the counter, cleaned the crossbows and arrows, and sat opposite Li Fuyao. After pouring a bowl, the old Confucian scholar said with a smile, "young man, can you still drink it?"

Li Fuyao was silent for a moment and said calmly, "a few jars of wine is not a problem."

The old scholar clapped his hands and said with a smile, "well, let's have a drink."

Then the old Confucian scholar turned to look at the middle-aged woman who had been in a state of loss from beginning to end, and said with a smile, "shopkeeper, this jar of wine will be recorded in my account. When I get rich, I will return it to you."

The middle-aged woman who finally recovered herself touched her forehead and looked at the old Confucian scholar strangely. She did not see that he was a poor old Confucian scholar in the wine shop these days. But now why in a twinkling of an eye, the old man has become a hidden master, and it seems that even when he is in his prime, he is not the same It must be able to cope with it. They say that crouching tiger, hidden dragon is in the market. There is a great God beside her. When she comes back to her mind, the middle-aged woman smiles and says, "this jar of wine is invited by my mother."

The old Confucian scholar roared with laughter, "before that, those accounts, you this' mother 'can erase together."

The middle-aged woman snorted, "don't think about it!"

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