Out of Yuanmen

Wen Tiansi is a Qingshui yamen that is idle to death, usually it is a place where unambitious rich kids hide out for leisure, or a place where incompetent people are sent down to wait to die.However, there are two people among them who are well-known figures in the upper class of Huajing, one is Wen Tiansi's director Cun Tianyi, and the other is his apprentice Yun Shugui.

When it comes to Cun Tianyi, he is a remarkable figure. He can master all six arts of piano, chess, calligraphy, painting and calligraphy.When he entered the dynasty in white clothes, he made his way to the top at a young age, and directly became a bachelor of Donggedian University.In the end, he lost his official title because he punched and kicked Prime Minister Zuo of Zhongshu Province in the Golden Luan Hall. Later, the enraged old emperor threw him to Wentiansi to do some work of watching the stars and telling the time.

But he seems to be more happy in this way. He doesn't have to go to court, and he doesn't have much work. Every day when the time comes, he brings a gourd of wine and goes to his old friends to play chess and amuse the crickets.Later, a family of centuries-old literati suffered annihilation, and only one young son survived.The emperor took pity on this lonely and helpless child, so he let Cun Tianyi adopt him under his knees—the later son of Huajing, Yun Shugui.

It's a pity that Yun Shugui, like his master, was obsessed with the six arts of a gentleman. The emperor called him to the court many times to inherit his grandfather's mantle, but he was politely rejected.

Cun Tianyi, who was wandering in the street that day, brought a pigeon back to Wentiansi, and with a smile on his face, he wanted to add a dish of pigeon soup to nourish his apprentice at night.

Yun Shugui sat in front of the desk and looked at Master, feeling a dull pain in his brain, he couldn't help but sighed, "Master, don't make trouble."

Cun Tianyi pretended to be stupid and said in a daze: "Trouble? Master beat this pigeon very hard. You know the child, and you don't know how to be grateful."

"Master, if the spies can't get into Wentiansi, let them go." Yun Shugui looked at the struggling pigeon in the master's hand with distress, "I only have one like this."

Only then did Cun Tianyi let go of the tragically fatal pigeon.The carrier pigeon was still in shock, and flew towards Yun Shugui's shoulder, and landed on it, not daring to move.Yun Shugui comforted it, then unwrapped the letter on its feet, and read it hastily, his eyes full of regret.

Cun Tian said: "Is Lao Luo dead?"

Although the question was used, the tone of the question to Director Tian Si was very affirmative.Yun Shugui tapped on the desk with his fingers, and said in a deep voice, "It's a step late. When Yu Ling arrived, the governor had already been killed, but luckily he saved Luo Shengyang."

Cun Tian stroked his beard with a smile: "Little Peony? It's okay, otherwise you'd lose another blue-faced confidant."

"Master, stop making such jokes."

Cun Tianyi glared at him: "Why can't you open it? How childish, you ignore it and insist on chasing after a young phantom, cheap."

Yun Shu Gui Naoren felt even more painful, and quickly confessed: "Yes, yes, what Master taught you."

Cun Tianyi hadn't reprimanded his apprentice for a long time, and continued to scold him: "Back then, you were asked to push the boat along the river and enter the court hall to lurk. If you didn't go, it was because of that little guy. Now when you do things, you can only hide in the dark and bind your hands and feet, and be punished by others." The emperor is staring at you like a thief, do you really think he can trust you, the orphan of the Yun family?"

"..."

"It's a pity that you have done so much, but you dare not say it. People don't know anything. When the teacher returns to Chaoshili Hongzhuang to marry the princess, you can cry."

"Master, I didn't refuse for the sake of my children's personal relationship."

Cun Tian blew his beard and stared, "I'm just looking for an excuse to scold you, you coward, can't you?"

Yun Shugui really had nothing to do with his master, so he just bowed his head and pretended to be dead.The more Cun Tian said, the more angry he became, and spit sprayed all over the sky: "I am such a powerful person, why do I have you as a stupid apprentice, I am so angry."

In fact, Yun Shugui was not all for love, and he never felt wronged, but he didn't dare to refute Master.Finally, when Cun Tian finished scolding, he saw the stitches and said that he had something to go out, and hurried away.

As soon as Cun Tian drank the tea that Guang Yun Shugui had just poured for him, he said with a half-smile, "You're such a ghost, how come you're so stupid when you meet the Shen family boy?"

Yun Shugui got rid of Cun Tianyi's trouble-seeking, and walked out of Wentiansi's gate with a relaxed mind and body.He had just walked a few steps in the direction of Changping Street when he noticed that the spies had followed him like a shadow.

Like Cun Tianyi, Yun Shugui is a geek who has learned something, but he is born with a stick when it comes to martial arts.In the early years, he was forced to punch by Cun Tianyi, but after ten years of punching, he didn't get any results, and it could only be used as a means of strengthening his body.The fact that he noticed the spies' traces could only mean that the people behind him wanted to use this to warn him.

The frequency of spies has been increasing recently, and he suspects that the one facing up has noticed something.

He is running out of time.

Yun Shugui thought, Master, it's not that the disciples dare not dare, it's that they are reluctant.He's been through too much, how can I be willing to add a demon to him for no reason?

It's not too far from Tanlang City to the suburbs of the wine picking city in the north, Shen Hanchi and Zhu Qingping walked slowly towards Yaoshan, and found a tea stand to rest at noon.

The business of the tea stand was not very good, and the boss sat on the bench drowsy.After being startled by the braying of the donkey, he hastily served herbal tea for the two of them.

In the past two days, the weather has become hotter and hotter. At noon, the sun is always high and very venomous.Zhu Qingping, who didn't pay attention to the image of a hero, had already rolled up his long-sleeved trousers, and stuck out his tongue like a dog all the way, screaming repeatedly.At this moment, his eyes looking at the herbal tea were hotter than when he saw the beautiful girl with big breasts and thin waist, and he took the teacup and poured it down his throat like a hungry tiger rushing to a sheep.Shen Hanchi was fine, but he also felt hot, so he couldn't help fanning himself while sitting down.

The two ordered a drawer of steamed buns and a plate of beef, and were waiting for the boss to cut the meat.Suddenly, the two of them suddenly noticed that there were three air jets in the distance flying towards here.Shen Hanchi, who was more wary, put his hand on the hilt of the sword in an instant, Zhu Qingping drank the last drop of tea slowly, and put the teacup back on the table.

The hot wind blows over, rolling the desert yellow sand, and the air is filled with the smell of burnt and dried leaves.

It was too late to say it, and Zhu Qingping just said, "It's not for us", when two figures suddenly fell in front of the tea stall, both men.One was wearing a purple blouse with pinched teeth, with a pretty face like a woman, the other was wearing a black bunt, his hair was shaved extremely short, and his face was full of sickness.

As soon as the two of them landed, the short-haired man spat out a mouthful of blood.The man in the purple shirt supported him and looked back bitterly.There was a burst of strange laughter, and then a thin old man with white beard and hair appeared behind the two of them.The tea stall owner exclaimed and quickly hid behind the stove.

"Miss Zhen, let me see who can save you today? Obediently go back with the old man to be a stove, and you can save your junior brother's life!"

Zhu Qingping let out a "wow", and whispered to Shen Hanchi: "Brother Chi, this man is amazing, he is an old monster who only loves to harvest yin and nourish yang, his name is Fang Zhengde. Don't look at his name as a decent person, but he is actually terribly evil. "

The man in the purple shirt let out a "bah" and said with a sneer, "Fuck your mother!"

The short-haired man blocked the man in the purple shirt behind, and the atmosphere was dignified, imminent.

The old man named Fang Zhengde said with a sneer, "Be tough now!"

Zhu Qingping poked Shen Hanchi: "Brother Chi, what should I do?"

Shen Hanchi was displeased with this ugly old monster at first glance, and after hearing Zhu Qingping's words, he had already made up his mind, and immediately drew out his long sword.

"Oh, you are indeed my good brother." Zhu Qingping twisted his neck and rubbed his hands excitedly, "I haven't fought with a person of this level in 100 years. I am happy. With the two of us, we should beat him." It's not going to be hard to win."

A smile appeared in Shen Hanchi's eyes: "Should you, a disciple of Baifeng Temple, show some shame and plan to hit four with one blow? But, I think the same way about beating old dogs with sticks."

"The morality of the rivers and lakes is for beautiful women, not for those who harm beautiful women." Zhu Qingping twisted his wrist, slapped his thigh and stood up.

"Where's your weapon?" Shen Hanchi asked him.

Zhu Qingping flitted out of the tea shed, turned to Shen Hanchi and laughed loudly: "Everyone in Baifeng Watch wears a sword, but unfortunately I never bring one!"

Fang Zhengde was startled when he saw this young Taoist priest jumping out to "be chivalrous and righteous". Just as he was about to warn him not to seek death, he saw the young Taoist priest with a flirtatious face open his left hand, his wide sleeves fluttering like a butterfly's wings: " come over!"

The old monster's jaw dropped.The sword on his waist bounced out of the sheath and flew into the hands of the Taoist priest!

The view of the white peak, the traction of Qi, the art of controlling the sword!