[Comprehensive martial arts] I'm sick to take drugs

The two found a trail at the foot of the mountain, winding and winding without end.

In order to prevent Pang Jin from going wrong when there is a way, Yan Liang acts as a guide.This made him almost think that he was the one sweeping the grave, not Pang Jin.

The mountain forest was filled with undissipated mist, and the sun was pouring down from the overlapping branches of new trees. Yan Liang looked down at the sun and shadows on his body, remembering that he and Pang Yu went to Tanhua Mountain for the Epiphyllum Village, and in the After that, he was arrested by Bai Yutang.

Now he is still walking on the mountain path, as if the old days have reappeared, but the young man behind him is not an old friend, and there will be no white-clothed knight in front of him who cut down a tree and appeared in front of him.

When they arrived in front of Grandpa Yan's tomb, Pang Jin patted his clothes, and then placed the altar of daughter Hong, Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang's swords in front of the tomb.

Yan Liang looked at the words on the tombstone, wanton and unrestrained, it was Bai Yutang's words.

After Zhan Zhao resigned, Pang Jindao and Bai Yutang fought against Xixia Li Yuanhao together. Later, the war subsided and Xixia surrendered to Song Dynasty. Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang disappeared from the rivers and lakes.

- They are friends.

Pang Jin said so.

Also his friend.

Yan Liang thought.

Worshiping oneself is a very delicate thing. Seeing that Pang Jin was pulling out weeds, Yan Liang also pulled out the weeds, and burned a stick of incense after cleaning.

"Does your grandpa come every year?"

Yan Liang asked.

"It used to be." Pang Jin thought for a while, "It's just that he didn't feel well later, so he didn't come here much."

The corners of Yan Liang's eyes were slightly bent, looking at the curling smoke, he smiled quietly.

After visiting the grave, the two packed up their things and went down the mountain. When they passed the tea shed, they were a little thirsty because of the trip up and down the mountain, so they turned into the tea shed and drank a bowl of tea.

The young man in the tea shed had already left, and the two men who were sitting at the table with him were also gone.

"You didn't meet the big bug, did you?"

Dr. Cha still remembered them, and when he saw that they had returned safely, he asked a question with concern.

"No, probably because of luck."

Pang Jin happily responded.

After drinking tea in the tea shed, the two continued to walk towards the city. It was already evening when they passed through the city gate. Yan Liang looked at the red clouds in the sky and said, "I'm hungry, how about you?"

"I'm hungry too."

The two looked at each other, and walked shoulder to shoulder to a restaurant.

At this time, their luck is not so good.

There is a saying in Jianghu, "Sixty percent of Lei, 4 Su", which means that there are [-] heroes in the world belonging to Su Meng's pillow door, but proportionally speaking, more than [-]% belong to Lei Shantang.

Su Mengzhen is the owner of the Golden Wind and Drizzle Tower, and Lei Shan is the owner of the Six and a Half Hall.The former has a good relationship with the imperial government, while the latter has firmly established itself in the martial arts and green forests, and each has its own merits.

The headquarters of Jinfengxiyulou and Liufenbantang are both in Bianjing, and there are countless battles over land acquisition.

By coincidence, Pang Jin and Yan Liang caught up with a fight between the two sides for the handicap.

Yan Liang asked, "What do you want to eat?"

Pang Jin thought for a while: "Eat fish."

Yan Liang said, "Are you treating me?"

Pang Jin refused: "I have no money, please."

Two guys who seriously thought about dialogue for the sake of appetite broke into the scene where Liufenbantang was confronting Jinfengxiyulou.

Yan Liang was reaching out for the money bag, still muttering: "That restaurant is very expensive, my family is very poor."

Pang Jin didn't believe it: "If you were really poor, you would come to play with me every day?"

Yan Liang immediately took out his purse, raised his head and said, "It's not contradictory to be poor and want to play with you..."

When the two turned a corner, they heard the sound of piercing through the air, and a sword flew straight towards them.Yan Liang reacted quickly, drew his sword and stopped the sword with a terrific aura.

The flying sword was split in two, and it fell to the ground with a few jingling sounds.

Yan Liang didn't rush to see what happened ahead, but first glanced at the knife in his hand, thoughtfully.The reflection of the blade reflected in his eyes, making his eyes as bright as stars even more.

He raised his eyes again, only to find that Pang Jin had drawn his sword and rushed into the melee. The ancient sword made a clanging sound. It had been silent for a long time since Zhan Zhao passed away, and now it was the first time Pang Jin used it. In actual combat.

The sword intent is like a person, Zhan Zhao's sword intent is as cold as winter smog, but Pang Jin's sword intent is as gentle as snow melting in spring.

Yan Liang stood still. He thought about Pang Yu's cowardice back then, and suddenly realized—Pang Yu was cowardly, and Pang Jin was fierce.

Grandparents and grandchildren are completely opposite in this regard.

After this mixed battle ended, Pang Jin put the sword back into the scabbard contentedly, and was faintly proud of drawing his sword to help him when he saw injustice—this is probably the so-called rivers and lakes, right?

He could see that there were two groups of people, and he chose the weaker side.On the weaker side were two of the three they had met in the tea shed, but not the young man in the fur.

The two people who died thanked Pang Jin, and they still remembered the two teenagers who met once in the tea shed.

Pang Jin waved his hands modestly, but his heart was full of surprises.

After the group of people left, Yan Liang held the knife and asked Pang Jin, "Do you know who they are?"

Pang Jin said: "I don't know. But it has nothing to do with who they are when I help them. If the road is uneven, I should help them."

"You, you have caused yourself a lot of trouble." Yan Liang patted him on the shoulder in pain.

Pang Jin was confused: "...?"

He soon knew what Yan Liang meant by the big trouble.

The owner of the Golden Wind and Drizzle Building was sitting in the restaurant they were going to. When the two entered the restaurant, they were invited to the private room on the second floor. Su Mengzhen was sitting on a chair waiting for them.

Su Mengzhen had already listened to the report of the two people who came back about this matter - this fight did not have his instigation, he himself did not know about it, it could only be Liufenbantang that caused the fight.

He felt a little sorry for involving the two teenagers, and when he saw the two teenagers walking into the restaurant upstairs, he wanted to invite them to come in and sit down.

"I'm laying on Sumeng pillow."

As the young man said, he looked very cold at this moment, not as approachable as when he was chuckling in the tea shed before.

He has always been a person who seldom laughs, but he was amused by the conversation between Yan Liang and Pang Jin in the tea shed before.

Pang Jin was dazed at first, and then surprised—Mengzhen Hongxiu made the first cut, and Su Mengzhen became famous all over the world, of course he had heard of it.

Yan Liang smiled slightly, not surprised at all.

Su Mengzhen's gaze stayed on the knife held by Yan Liang for a moment. When he used the knife, he could naturally see that the material of the knife was ordinary, just ordinary.

Pang Jin didn't realize that he was involved in the battle between Liufenbantang and Jinfengxiyulou at this time, but he was happy to meet the legendary figure, and happily introduced himself, and Yan Liang followed suit. Say your name.

Su Mengzhen said that the meal they ate would be credited to his account as a gift and an apology.

After a short conversation, Su Mengzhen left. He had an appointment with someone, and that person would come later. Su Mengzhen came to meet them only after finding some free time.

The door was closed, and Pang Jin sat down in a chair. After he was happy, he heard Su Mengzhen mention six minutes and a half, and he understood the meaning of Yan Liang's words before, and sighed: "This is the big trouble you said. ?”

"Yes, is it big?"

Yan Liang blinked at him.

"Big." After Pang Jin replied following his words, he laughed, "But I don't regret it."

Since someone was willing to invite them to dinner, the two of them ordered several dishes in a row without being polite. While waiting for the dishes to be served, Pang Jin saw Bai Yutang's knife kept by Yan Liang's hand, and remembered the time when the other party drew his sword. Quickly, he asked, "Do you use a knife?"

Yan Liang raised his eyebrows: "No, I will use a stick."

As he spoke, he took out a black iron short stick from his wide sleeve.

Pang Jin was wondering why the other party had a short stick in his sleeve but he didn't notice it, and saw the short stick stretched in the blink of an eye.

Yan Liang met Pang Jin's gaze and said with a smile, "Do you want to see it?"

Pang Jinkuang nodded, took the black iron stick, and studied it in amazement. The mechanism in the middle was very delicate, and he couldn't figure out what it was after studying it for a long time.

"Does this stick have a name?"

Pang Jin asked.

"Yes." Yan Liang replied lazily, slumped on the chair, with a smile on his face, "God stick."

"God what?"

Pang Jin suspected that there might be something wrong with her ears.

Yan Liang repeated patiently: "The magic stick—it is the magic stick you think of."

The corner of Pang Jin's mouth twitched: "Why did you choose your name so casually?"

Yan Liang was noncommittal: "If I was really casual, I wouldn't even have a name."

After the food was served, Yan Liang sat up straight, held the chopsticks with Pang Jin at the same time, and began to feast on them.

In the private room four rooms away from them, Su Mengzhen waited for the person he was waiting for.

"Lord Su."

Lord Zhuge nodded to him.

Su Mengzhen stood up and bowed to him, not only out of respect for Zhuge Zhengwo, but also out of respect for Zhuge Zhengwo.

In a court full of mediocre people, Zhuge Zhengwo is a rare and sensible person.

Jinfengxiyu Building has a good relationship with the imperial government, even so it does not mean that Su Mengzhen has a good impression of the people in the court, he can't see those people who are clearly in high positions but never share their worries for the Song Dynasty.The Great Song Dynasty is in turmoil, and the future is bleak, but people in high positions don't seem to realize it, and they are still singing and dancing.

Zhuge Zhengwo and Su Mengzhen met this time to talk about the rebellion caused by the Jin people on the border, but the army of the Song Dynasty retreated repeatedly.Even though the Kingdom of Jin had never launched a war on the surface, it had been testing the bottom line of Song Dynasty vaguely.The army that was supposed to guard the border held back, but those who resisted angrily were some quacks.

"Qi Shaoshang, the head of Lianyunzhai, led people to repel the golden soldiers a few days ago." Su Mengzhen looked serious, "but the officers and soldiers at the border apologized to the golden soldiers."

He has never met Qi Shaoshang, but he cherishes each other, and after learning about this incident, he appreciates each other even more, and is even more disappointed with the officers and soldiers of Song Dynasty.

Zhuge Zhengwo frowned slightly, I didn't know what to say for a moment, I could only sigh.

Eating the food grown by the people of the Song Dynasty, but doing things to please the enemy... This is really disappointing and helpless.

After a moment of silence, Su Mengzhen said: "I don't know what the prince thinks of His Highness the Crown Prince?"

Zhuge straightened me and said: "His Royal Highness, since the court...he has a deep relationship with His Majesty's father and son. Today in the court, His Majesty praised his calligraphy."

After saying this, Zhuge Zheng felt my heart throbbing in pain. I thought I had spotted a good seed, but who would have thought that this seed was crooked.

Su Mengzhen had already learned about the prince's performance from various sources, and today he asked Zhuge Zhengwo this question just to get a more definite answer, and the other party's response confirmed his conjecture:

——His Royal Highness does not have the ability to govern the country, and has the same virtue as the emperor.