Fox Road Travel Notes

Wang Zhiyuan said calmly: "The so-called troubled times in ancient and modern times are all about human life being like grass, the weak and the strong preying on the weak, and no order of conduct remaining."

"In the past few decades, enough people have died in the world."

"Enough for me to realize that no matter how imperfect the national law is, no matter how many corrupt officials there are, it is much better than no national law at all!"

He took a deep breath and said categorically: "My king knows the distance, is not afraid of heaven, does not fear fate, only fears the law of the country!"

"Ask yourself that you have upheld the laws of the country throughout your life, and your men have never harmed an innocent person or gotten any ill-gotten gains."

"Those who abide by the law are my comrades, and those who violate the law are my enemies!"

The man with the mustache laughed loudly: "You, the king, claim to uphold the law of the country, so you can represent the law of the country and the way of heaven?"

"Haha, all things are born to nourish people. Snakes have snake traces, and birds have bird ways."

"Everything our brothers have gained is ill-gotten wealth, and we are worthy of God."

"If God sinned against me, he would not have given birth to me. Why should the king worry about me?"

Wang Zhiyuan shook his head: "I am not the national law, nor do I represent the national law. I only act in accordance with the national law!"

The young man said sternly: "The way of heaven is to do more harm than good."

"You act according to the laws of the country, and we will act according to the laws of heaven!"

"Then let's see today, whether your national law is more powerful or my heavenly law!"

Having said that, he stood up.

Everyone felt their eyes blurred, and he was already standing in the open space in the field.

Mrs. Wang gritted her teeth and handed the child to her husband.

But Wang Zhiyuan shook his head, patted her hand, and whispered: "Take good care of Ze'er!"

He stood up holding on to the table and walked towards the field step by step.

Seeing that things were about to get worse, Kuan'er was so anxious that tears welled up in his eyes.

She pulled Chen Zican's sleeves and stamped her feet: "Master, we can't start a fight. Brother is injured..."

Chen Zican sighed: "Okay, then, can I go out and persuade you?"

"I think this famous arrester is indeed very interesting!"

Liang Qiuju wanted to hold him back, but then he thought about it and shook his head.

He took off his apron and whispered to the button: "Look after your sister-in-law."

Turn around to leave...

Chen Xiaolian grabbed his sleeve, and Liang Qiuju turned around and touched her face.

He said softly: "Yes, they are here to find me."

"For you, I can hide from them, but for Zican, I have to go out..."

With tears in her eyes, Chen Xiaolian let go of her fingers one by one.

He nodded: "Well, you, be careful!"

"Clap--"

Chen Zican applauded and walked over.

“Everyone’s eloquent talk is so enlightening and enlightening. It’s so wonderful!”

"Instead of saying that you are a dispute between officials and thieves, it is better to say that it is a moral dispute."

"The young master just said it, but unfortunately there are too few people like Wang Mingzhou in the world."

"Since there are too few, wouldn't it be even more of a pity if there is one less today?"

He smiled and walked between Wang Zhiyuan and the man with the moustache, raised his hands and said to him: "Brother, you have such a charming personality that you must be an extraordinary person."

"I will definitely not do such a disgraceful thing."

Ever since Chen Zican came out, the man sitting at the top looked at him without blinking. "

When Chen Zican came to the front, the young man with a mustache blurted out in shock: "Old Eleven?" "

"you--"

The man sitting at the front had hesitant eyes, as if he was desperately trying to remember, but in the end, he shook his head in distress.

It's like there is something that you know is there, has always been there, but you can never find it.

The thin man who was the seventh oldest in the family asked in confusion: "We, the Heavenly Stewards, have always been ten brothers. Where did the eleventh oldest come from?"

"Fifth brother, are you drunk?"

The mustachioed "Fifth Brother" was startled as he woke up from a dream.

He smiled wryly and saluted Chen Zican: "I'm sorry, little brother, I had a few too many drinks today. I got the wrong person!"

"Excuse me, who are you?..."

Just as Chen Zican was about to answer, someone behind him said in a deep voice: "Zhu Yong, he is my brother Liang Qiu Ju!"

The bearded man, who was called Yong, turned his head and smiled: "We have been waiting for you."

Liang Qiuju stood under the eaves. The low earthen house made his figure even more muscular, like a diamond.

He also smiled and said, "I know."

With that said, the two walked towards each other at the same time, with warm smiles on their faces, like a pair of old friends who hadn't seen each other for many years.

One step, two steps...

In the last step, Zuo Yong stretched out his right hand, and Liang Qiuju stretched out the fist of his left hand.

Wang Zhiyuan gasped quickly and grabbed Chen Zican: "Back off!"

The body jumped out upside down.

Zhu Yong took the last step and the earth shook suddenly.

It was like a huge demon god was awakening deep in the ground, his heart gushing out magma and beating loudly.

The ground was like a drum beating with a giant mallet, and the people were like fleas on the drum. Within a radius of two feet, all tables and chairs fell over.

The rocks and soil on the ground stirred up, shaking continuously...

The hearts of the people two feet away seemed to be disturbed by an unknown force, beating extremely fast and crazily, making people feel dizzy, nauseated, and covered in cold sweat.

Looking at Zhu Yong in the circle, there seemed to be countless shaking shadows.

The two hands touched each other, and there was no sound at first.

Suddenly, Zhu Yong slid back more than ten feet, plowing a half-foot deep trench on the ground.

Liang Qiuju's body trembled and he took a step back.

He shook again and took half a step back.

Next to him, Wang Zhiyuan's body went limp. Chen Zican came to his senses and quickly supported him.

Looking at the field again, the two-foot square ground was covered with a thick layer of loose soil. Only the place where Liang Qiuju walked was still as solid as before.

The mark where the yong slid over is an earth trough.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like two capital "ones".

The two stood facing each other with smiles on their faces.

It seemed that just now, two long-lost friends met and shook hands.

The man sitting on the top stood up, walked out, cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Brother Liang, the power of your punch has made my fifth brother know what it means to have something beyond the sky."

"Haha, he is impatient and arrogant. Please don't take it off. We are actually here with no ill intentions."

Zhu Yong walked towards Liang Qiu Ju again and held his hand. This time, nothing happened.

He laughed loudly and said: "So happy!"

"Brother Liang's cultivation level is really amazing!"

"I lost this time, we are even! I came to visit this time to pay off a debt..."

As he spoke, he took out a cloth bag from his arms and stuffed it into Liang Qiuju's hand.

He said apologetically: "That time, just out of anger, I accidentally hurt Brother Liang. After I went back, my eldest brother also scolded me, and I felt very regretful."

"This time I learned the whereabouts of Brother Liang, so I came here specially to return the property to its original owner."

Liang Qiuju frowned slightly and opened the package. Inside was a neat stack of banknotes, all one hundred taels each.

He wondered: "Last time, it was Liang who didn't know the bounds of heaven and earth, spoke arrogantly, and caused trouble."

"I don't blame you, why bother?"

Zhu Yong smiled and said, "This is six thousand taels."

"I borrowed three thousand taels from Brother Liang last time. Now that three years have passed, the interest should be the same. This is Brother Liang's thing. Please don't refuse."

Liang Qiuju said no more and stuffed the banknote into his arms: "Then, let's invite Brother Yong to sit down and drink."

"You can't even invite friends from Tianqian. Wang Baotou's character is also admirable."

"The guests here today are all friends of Liang. Please, for my sake, turn the hostility into friendship."

"I will personally serve you a pot of noodles as a token of respect!"