The Romance of the West Chamber: The Bells are Ringing

The scholar was startled, and his eyes suddenly opened as big as bells in the darkness.

"There are robbers!" Qintong said in a low voice.

The scholar was shocked when he heard this, and suddenly covered his head with the quilt, but he never thought that his feet could not be covered, and they were shivering when they were exposed outside.

The scholar trembled in the quilt and said: "Fa, fa, happened, what happened?"

Qintong said softly: "Don't say anything, this is a black shop we live in! There are robbers outside!"

The scholar was horrified and said: "Then, then, what should we do? I, I, I have a long sword here. I think my sword is missing..."

Qintong shouted in a low voice: "How long has it been? Stop saying these clichés. What's the use of your sword to you? The sword is floating around. Huh, you have already believed it after you said it too much, right?"

The scholar just shivered in his quilt and did not dare to say anything more.

Qintong said: "If you don't take action today, you will die, and if you take action, you will die, so why not give it a try!" He then looked at the shrunken appearance of the scholar huddled in the quilt, shook his head, and pulled out the long sword from its scabbard, feeling undecided.

At this moment, there was just a banging outside the door. Looking around, I saw a blazing fire outside the window, erratic. This was the light of the torches in the hands of the strong men. They must have entered the courtyard from outside. Just listen to the strongman shouting outside the door: "The people inside quickly come out and die, otherwise we will rush in and cut you into pieces, making your life worse than death. If you come out, you can save your whole body!"

The scholar was even more frightened after hearing this, trembling like a sieve, and even the bed was shaking.

Seeing this scene, Qintong raised his sword and said loudly: "Hear the heroes outside, my master is a scholar who went to Beijing to take the exam. A Lang of Zhang Mansion, the Minister of Rites, will be the number one scholar in the future. If you collide, will you be needed in the future?" nice!"

I heard loud shouts from outside coming in again: "What a bullshit scholar! We don't care about your inside or outside! Up the tree, down the tree! You died under the sword of our brothers today, and you don't have to go to Beijing tomorrow. Naturally, you will also take the exam." I won’t be the number one scholar! Isn’t it good to see it? Just obediently put your money in front of General Feihu, and I will protect you from death!”

When Qintong heard this, he thought, "What is Flying Tiger General?" He also thought that this place was close to Puguan. Du Que, the scholar's sworn brother, claimed to command an army of [-] and was guarding it. How could there be a strongman here? What is the name of the leader of that group of strongmen, General Feihu? I wonder if they are Du Que's subordinates?

With this thought in mind, he raised his long sword to the door and shouted: "My master is a classmate of General Du Que, the general of Puguan Zhengxi, who was his acquaintance for eight years! I wonder what your general Feihu should call him when he meets Marshal Du?" "

As soon as these words came out, the scholar suddenly stopped shivering under the quilt, and then stuck his head out and said loudly: "Exactly, exactly. I am an acquaintance of the Generalissimo Zhengxi. Don't mess around!"

There was a sudden commotion outside the house, followed by a deathly silence. The shadowy figures originally reflected on the window lattice suddenly retreated one by one and slowly disappeared.

Then, the light of the torch gradually dimmed from bright to dim. After a while, darkness returned to the outside the window, with only the cold moonlight shining inside the house.

The piano boy raised his long sword and slowly reached the door. He listened to the movement outside through the door, but he only heard the sound of silence.

The scholar on the bed also lifted the quilt, sat up, and stared at the piano boy closely.

Qintong pointed his long sword at the door, raised his heart, and gently opened the door.

The door of the room was opened, and there was no sound in the courtyard outside the house. The moon hung high in the night sky, and the moonlight cast the figure of the piano boy holding the sword into a long black shadow on the ground inside the house.

Qin Tong slightly poked his head and scanned outside, only to find that there was no movement and no one in the courtyard. Then he turned to the scholar on the bed and said, "Alang, please stay here while I go out and take a look."

The scholar was somewhat reassured, but still frightened, and said in a trembling voice: "Dog, no, I was wrong, Qin, that, Zong Dan, Zong Dan, go back quickly. Also, don't drop my sword, it's very dangerous valuable."

Qintong shook his head, hummed, picked up his sword and walked out of the house.

Stepping out of the house, he quickly checked left and right with his sword in hand. When he saw that no one was there, he walked through the yard and walked to the stable.

I saw that the fence of the stable had been opened, and the white horse had already stood up. The reins that had been tied had been untied and were thrown messily on the ground. The white horse had its ears pricked up and was grazing silently, looking around from time to time. When it saw the piano boy, it suddenly neighed happily, as if it was quite happy to be reunited after a disaster.

Qintong walked to the horse, stroked it gently and said, "Ma'er, it's a good thing that those strong men didn't kidnap you. You just stay here and eat grass. I'm going to go to the shop to question the doctor about what happened tonight." thing!"

The piano boy is holding a long sword. After passing through the courtyard gate and arriving at the shop, the doctor was nowhere to be seen. The entire store was empty and the door was wide open.

Qintong chased him out, only to see the vast night, the mountain road was completely dark, the cold moonlight shone on the ground, and messy footprints and horse hoof marks were faintly visible.

Slowly walking in this small village with my sword in hand, I felt that the dilapidated houses on the roadside were completely dark, and I didn't know if there was anyone there.

Qintong looked around, the blood that had just boiled in his body calmed down a bit, and he felt a bit chilly. He picked up his sword and walked backwards, slowly returning to the store step by step.

After closing the door of the shop, he walked through the yard and opened the door of the guest room. He saw the scholar in the moonlight, unconscious, holding the quilt and sitting on the bed, still panicking. Hearing the sound of pushing the door open, he was suddenly startled. Under the moonlight, he saw it was the piano boy. He felt a little relieved and asked in a trembling voice: "Zong, Zong Dan, where is the strong man?"

Seeing that the scholar was so frightened, Qintong frowned slightly and became naughty. He suddenly pointed behind the scholar and said with a frightened expression: "Well, isn't that?"

The scholar was so frightened that he covered his head with the quilt, huddled up in a ball, hugged the quilt tightly, and shivered in the quilt. He only shouted: "Okay, good man, spare your life! Don't, kill, don't kill me!".

The piano boy took the scabbard, put the sword back into the scabbard with a bang, lit the lamp, and said: "Okay, okay, Alang, it's okay. Now there are only you and me in this dark shop." "

Upon hearing this, the scholar gradually stopped trembling. After a while, he revealed an eye from the quilt and looked out. He saw that the light was bright and there was only the scholar in the room. Then he slowly poked his head out and looked around to make sure there was no one there. Finally, he sat up under the quilt and yelled in shock: "Zong, Zong Dan, you, you dog slave are too much, you dare to scare the master! Forget it, you and I are called master and servant, but we are actually brothers. My lord has If it’s a large amount, I won’t blame you!”

The piano boy was amused and said, "Oh, okay, then I have to thank you, Master?"

The scholar said: "That's right, that's right! Look, if I hadn't announced the name of my sworn brother, would you still be standing here? You would have been chopped off by a strong man long ago."

Having said that, thinking about having his sworn brother backing him up, he seemed to be more courageous. He threw away the quilt, got off the bed and stood on the ground. He put his hands on his hips and glared at the piano boy and said: "Zong, bah, I'm telling you, dog Slave! Listen to me. Tomorrow we will go to Hezhong Fucheng to report to the official! There is no law! Now you patrol the door back and forth outside the house for me at night, and you are not allowed to sleep! If a strong man comes in, you can kill him with a sword! "

Qintong felt angry after hearing this, and was about to speak back, when he heard the door of the room being knocked open with a bang.

The scholar was gesticulating and spitting when he suddenly heard a noise and saw that the door of the room was pushed open. He couldn't help but was so frightened that his legs went weak. He jumped onto the bed again, got under the quilt, and held his head. He began to tremble and shouted: "No, no, no! Spare my life, my hero! Spare my life, my hero! We will not, no, not report to the official, absolutely, absolutely, absolutely not report to the official. We dare not use the sword to chop, chop. You hero, we are taking the sword and dedicating it to you! Yes, dedicating it to you! This sword is worth a lot of money! There is a lot of money in my luggage. You hero, go ahead and take it! If that’s not enough, there is also this dog. Slave, you can also take it. He can do any dirty work, hard work, and tiring work. He can do them all very well. He can also play chess, calligraphy, and painting! He is more talented than me! If not, slave, slave! Even though I have a low status, I might be able to take the first prize! I also have a white horse that can travel thousands of miles. It’s a fine horse. It’s worth a lot!”