Out of Yuanmen

Shen Hanchi, the "first-class master" in Gaoyu Mountain Pass, traveled for a long time and arrived in Yanzi Village. At this moment, he was squatting outside a farmer's house, bargaining with the peasants.

"Brother, this donkey is old and thin, you still want this number?" Shen Hanchi stretched out five fingers with a look of contempt, "I'll give you that much, don't sell it down."

The farmer hesitated for a moment, nodded and said, "Middle, hero, take it away."

Shen Hanchi took out the pieces of silver from his pocket and gave it to him. The farmer took a bite, and with a happy face, he went back to his room to report to his wife.Shen Hanchi knew that he still paid a high price, so he couldn't help curling his lips.He patted the skinny donkey on the head: "Dude, you will be my donkey from today on."

The donkey didn't even look at him, but yawned.

Shen Hanchi tied the burden on its back, hummed softly, and led it out of the village.At the entrance of the village there was an old beggar who was blind in one eye and was lying under a willow tree. Two children poked his nostrils with sticks.The old beggar was not angry either, he laughed and teased the two of them.Seeing Shen Hanchi approaching, the old beggar suddenly sat up. The two children thought that the old beggar was angry, so they threw the branch and ran away screaming.

Shen Hanchi led the donkey and passed by him, the old beggar said softly: "The wedge has arrived, the little general can go across the river without worry."

Shen Hanchi tilted his head and smiled at him.

When the handsome young man with the donkey walked away, the old beggar's unblinded eye shed a line of muddy tears, crying and laughing, and murmured: "Although the children of Jiangdong are here today, are you willing to come back with the king?"

The two children who were hiding far away beside the wheat pile looked at each other in blank dismay.The boy touched his head: "Erya, is the old man crazy?"

"I don't know." The girl tugged at the corner of the boy's clothes, "Brother, it's getting late, let's go home."

As its name suggests, the Daliang River is clear and cool.Shen Hanchi negotiated a good price with the boatman, and boarded the boat with the old donkey he bought.The young boatman is dark-skinned, energetic and bare-chested.

"Brother, how much can you earn by punting a day?" Shen Hanchi called him from the stern of the boat.

The boatman smiled and showed his white teeth: "It's enough to eat. It's much better than the north. The people in the north are miserable, and they are squeezed by the officials."

Shen Hanchi just smiled, but the smile seemed a bit forced.The boatman didn't have the ability to observe people's words, and he shouted: "It would be great if the barbarians in the north killed all these dog officials."

Shen Hanchi smiled, looked down at his hands, and didn't know what he was thinking about.The boat jolted suddenly, and the old donkey let out a hoarse cry.

After the boat crossed the Daliang River, Shen Hanchi led the donkey and continued to drive northward, and finally entered the Huangmen City at the time when the city was closed.But he walked around the city and found that all the inns were full without exception.It seems that all the knights in the martial arts are rushing into this small Huangmen City, waiting for the sword to be released tomorrow.

Shen Hanchi found a restaurant for dinner, and asked the shopkeeper, but he could only give some money, and reluctantly went to live in the woodshed in the backyard of the restaurant.The woodshed was small and dilapidated, and there was even a hole in the top of the head.Shen Hanchi leaned on the haystack, and said happily in bitterness: "Thanks to the fact that the moon and stars are thin tonight, it's a good weather. Oh, and you can still see Qiyuan Xie Xingjun."

He stretched out his finger and pointed to the stars in the sky: "I remember someone taught me what that was... Oh, forget it, I forgot."

The old donkey was outside the firewood house, chewing the grass roots and making lazy calls.Shen Hanchi turned over and stared blankly at his hands.

This night in Huangmen City, countless people could not sleep at night, looking forward to the opening moment of the roaring sword casting furnace in the villa.

A middle-aged man in a coir raincoat sat on the tallest tower, facing the moon, and poured all the wine in his hand into the air.Two lines of hot tears fell on that face as resolute as a knife carved with an axe.

A man wearing a bronze ghost mask was sitting silently in the alley holding a handleless knife, and beside him was a homeless beggar who was smacking his lips and talking in sleep.That mask with blue face and fangs is very frightening.

An old man with white beard and hair vomited blood, his body was crooked, and he fell in front of the copper furnace, shouting "I have no regrets in this life".

A righteous middle-aged Taoist priest came with a sword and landed in front of the city gate.Beside him was a young Taoist priest with peach blossom face, red lips and white teeth.While yawning, the young Taoist priest complained about Master's inhumanity.

In the firewood room, the young man in black who finally fell asleep dreamed of a woman in red kneeling on the city wall, dreaming of white lion flags fluttering, and dreaming of countless figures singing.He dreamed that wrinkled hands were holding him up, he dreamed that he was carrying a person on his back and stumbled into the muddy water, he dreamed of the river lanterns under the promenade.

He dreamed of an oil-paper umbrella covering his head.

Those entangled dreams, accompanied by noisy and harsh voices, came to an abrupt end.

The night was not calm until dawn in the east.And when the dawn broke, they saw countless people from the martial arts looting from the inns all over the city, rushing towards the world-renowned Xijian Villa.Shen Hanchi, who had finally fallen asleep in the firewood room, was awakened by the commotion, and saw many colorful figures flying out of his head.He sat up in a daze for a long time, ran to the well to fetch water to wash his face, and then slowly led the old donkey and walked against the direction of the crowd.

In the dilapidated Earth Temple on the outskirts of the city, there was a drunk man in coir raincoat lying in front of the statue, with countless wine jars rolling down beside him.Shen Hanchi tied the donkey, walked up to the man in coir raincoat, squatted on the bed, and patted his face: "Wake up."

The man in coir raincoat opened his hand and fell back into a deep sleep.

"Dameng Chunqiu doesn't know it." Shen Hanchi shook his head and said, "Dead drunkard, wake up."

He patted the face of the man in coir raincoat again.The coir raincoat man suddenly opened his eyes, filled with anger, "Little brat!"

Shen Hanchi laughed loudly: "Uncle Hu!"

The man he called Uncle Hu burped, knocked the brat who didn't know how to respect his elders to the ground, and scolded, "I've been waiting for you for a long time, you're like a bitch! Same."

Shen Hanchi was still smiling, and the man in coir raincoat reached out and pulled him up: "It's exactly the same as your father."

"Dragon begets dragon and phoenix, the mouse's son can make holes." Shen Hanchi leaned over with a playful smile, "Uncle Hu is as beautiful as a dragon and a phoenix." Hu Kai, who was full of alcohol, rolled his eyes, but the corners of his bearded mouth couldn't help it up.The thick-headed Shen Qiong back then also hugged his shoulders with a smile and called him "Kaizi" loudly.The old man has gone, but the voice and smile are still vivid in my memory.

Hu Kai patted Shen Hanchi's shoulder and said, "Since you're here, have you thought about it?"

"Yes."

Hu Kai said: "Your father actually hopes that you will never come to me for this letter."

"But he still left the letter because he knew I would definitely come."

Shen Hanchi's eyes were firm and resolute, just like Shen Qiong who was at the gate of Tanlang City back then, Hu Kai couldn't help feeling hot in his eye sockets.

"Back then, there were four teenagers at Xilongguan. One of them wanted to be the number one hero in the world, the other wanted to be a minister with power and power, and the other wanted to be a wealthy gentry. The hero became a drunkard, and the minister became an old farmer. However, the gentry got his wish..." He murmured, took off the wine gourd around his waist, took a sip, and almost choked tears, "Worshiping the sword is not happy, and power is just a cunning rabbit and a good dog cooking. So what about the best of the world? After all, it is a dream of Huang Liang!"

Shen Hanchi just looked at him quietly, and after a long silence, he took up the conversation: "The fourth person, I only hope that there will be no more wars in the world, and that relatives and friends will live and work in peace and contentment."

"Yeah, it's a pity that the person with the least ambition died in battle instead."

Hu Kai seemed to have run out of energy just after waking up, he hiccupped again, found a yellowed letter in his arms, and threw it to Shen Hanchi: "Take it. This is the first letter secret letter."

Shen Hanchi took it over without saying a word.Just when Hu Kai was about to say something to comfort him, the young man in black suddenly raised his head and said with a look of disgust, "Uncle, you keep this letter so close to your body every day? It's disgusting."

Hu Kai, who couldn't help but laugh, kicked his ass: "Get lost!"

"Okay, okay, get out now. Oh, wait until it's over, come to Wangbei City and treat you to a drink." Shen Hanchi "rolled" out of the ruined temple door like a gentleman, and added this sentence with his head.

Hu Kai was already lying on the ground, and waved to him impatiently, making a gesture of expulsion.

When the young man in black disappeared at the door, he shouted loudly: "Stinky boy, don't die! If you die, I will throw your bones into the Qiantang!"

The swordsman who used to be angry with his horse in fresh clothes and disrupt the world with his sword knew that Shen Hanchi was still outside the door.After a long time, when he thought the young man would not answer, a loud laugh came from outside the wall: "I can't die before you, stop drinking, you stinky drunk!"

"Damn it, brat!" the coir raincoat swordsman cursed angrily, raised his sleeves, and wiped away his tears.

Shen Hanchi found a shaded place and finished reading the letter in his hand.With his usual expression, he tore the letter into pieces and threw it into the water.He had just finished this when there was a sudden roar in the distance.The young man in black looked over and saw those colorful figures flying around again.

"That's great." The corners of Shen Hanchi's mouth were raised, and the two small moles on his lips were very conspicuous. "In broad daylight, you can still see fireworks."

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