Evil disciple, let go of the back of your teacher's neck!

When Cang Lang came back, he fell ill and slept for three days without any surprise or nightmare.

I also had a dream, it was at the seaside.The dark blue clouds, the half-circle bright moon, the waves gently hitting him, no one fell into his dream, and the one who accompanied him was a little wolf with the same unruly eyes as Huai Ying.

But it's not pregnant.

The wolf's head rested on the left shoulder, and the hair was soft and lustrous under the moonlight, and it was gently scratched on the side of the neck.Cang Lang was sitting on the soft body temperature, and he hadn't been so calm for a long time.

Such a good time could have continued, if there were no human voices to bother.

"What should I do, he won't just fall asleep like this?"

"Isn't that what Boss Yu wanted?"

"...Liao, believe it or not, I'll sew your mouth shut with fishing line..."

"What a vicious Yaksha, upon closer inspection, it turns out to be a beautiful lady..."

The high and low bickering sound was very flirtatious, Cang Lang was suffering from illness, and he didn't have the strength to cover his ears. Now he knows that he satirized Yu Feirou for "seldom come to the ancient Buddha", because he talked too early.

The scent of a daughter drifted closer: "If Feng Lin hadn't told you first, I really wish you would die."

Jinghao collapsed in Yu Feirou's words and turned into a chaotic dream.The wolf cub raised his body from his knees, showing him pure eyes, which was another layer of beauty that was different from animal nature, but it was a pity that it soon dissipated in the blood.

He plunged a knife deep into the undefended neck of the wolf cub.

Cang Lang woke up just like that, his palms were wet with sweat, and he couldn't wipe it clean.

"Mr. had a good night's sleep. I don't know how many poems can be made in dreams?" Under the bone flute, the jade pendant is pendant, and the ink-colored palace sash is gathered into a butterfly flower style, just like the gentleman in green shirt holding the flute, with a touch of coquettish elegance .

Cang Lang had no time to argue with him: "What day is today?"

"September [-]rd, the autumnal equinox." The man's handsome eyebrows were raised slightly, and his eyes were swaying. "It's a time when you're hurt."

The molars became sore several times in a row, Cang Lang suddenly thought of a very important thing: "It's been a few days since I fell asleep?"

He slept for three whole days, and at dawn, it was An Liben's public sacrifice.

When Yu Feirou entered the room with Ningshen soup, the quilt was already cold and the couch was empty, only the peacock in green shirt was leaning against the window and playing the flute, her head was big: "Where is the person?"

"Cry until autumn and there is nowhere to find—" The medicine cup smashed towards the face, the bone flute twirled lightly, holding the bowl of calming soup, unexpectedly it didn't spill a single drop.

Hua Peacock sighed and said in human language: "Wake up, let's go."

"Liao, Wu, Ji!" Yu Feirou gritted her silver teeth, glaring at her more than Yasha: "I asked you to take care of him, and you fooled me like this?"

Seeing the beauty getting angry, Liao Wuji was very distressed, and quickly comforted him: "Why didn't he take good care of him? When he left, he was clear headed and his legs were sharp. Nothing that should be taken away was left, and everything that should not be taken away was also put in order. He won't die when he goes out."

Yu Feirou caught a glimpse of the mace pressed against the corner of the desk, and her eyes turned red: "What do you know, the person my lord can't let go of in this life is lost by me..."

"The word love is like fine sand between fingers," Liao Wuji tapped his flute, with a slight smile on his lips, "If you imprison it, it will only flow faster."

The east is white, and the streets outside the alleyway are crowded with sedan chairs of various colors parked there. Officials from the three places of Fujian Province are actually here in close proximity. They all came to participate in the public sacrifice of An Liben.

The bright voice of the welcome caller resounded through the narrow alley from time to time:

"Minzhou Tongzhi, Mr. Jiang, has arrived—"

"Master Cheng Lu from Fengyang County is here—"

"Master Wailang Fei, a member of the inspection and engineering department, has arrived—"

After the roll call, the weeping wives howl with ease and the deafening suona music, the atmosphere of mourning and glory is at its extreme, as if such a great person once lived in this dilapidated house.But in fact, An Liben was just a small subordinate with a mountain of papers until his death, and the rest of his net worth was not even enough to buy a coffin.

"The nanmu coffin specially shipped from Liuzhou, He Weizhang is so generous." Cang Lang put down the bamboo curtain, turned his head and said.

The silence in the house is completely different from the turmoil in the courtyard.Uncle An was skinny to the bone, and his eyes that had drained from tears showed a kind of dullness, as if there was no sadness at all.

"The people surnamed He send people here sooner or later these days. How could they really come to help? They still can't get around my son's suicide note. They hope to have a few more letters like that, so that they can send King Yan to Huangquan Road more. Give me a ride."

"It's no longer needed," Cang Lang held the engraved tablet in his arms, bowed his head and pawed his face, and said expressionlessly, "King Yan is dead."

Uncle An was stunned, the gestures of folding the paper money fluctuated, and finally he didn't know what to fold.

After a while, he tentatively said, "There is no news from the prison city..."

Outside the transom window was a piece of sky, Cang Lang called the hot soup noodle smoked his eyes, looked up at the sky for a long time, and then said softly: "I know."

As a wolf cub raised since childhood, Cang Lang knows better than anyone else that Feng Lin has a character that will not be let go, and it is the same for others and himself.

The sound of the trumpets outside continued, but the shadows of the two people who had avenged their vengeance hung down in the gloomy sky.

"Uncle, do you still have noodles?" Cang Lang raised his head and asked, he slept for three days without drinking or eating, and only now did he feel hungry.

Uncle An's eyebrows loosened, and he said "ah", and touched the crutch with his hand to the edge of the couch, and stood up staggeringly on one leg: "The pastry shop is not going to reopen, and those who send money home these days Quite a few, the little old man plans to use the money to clean up the inside and outside of the shop, set up a Tzu Chi workshop, and give noodles and porridge to the poor nearby. Let’s take it as a place to accumulate virtue.”

In the eyes he looked at Cang Lang, there was a little more love: "Young Master, if you want to eat noodles in the future, just come."

Cang Lang agreed in a muffled voice, but subconsciously put his hand into his chest—the Sifang Spirit Tablet was engraved with the name of the stubborn, and it was his only luggage when he went to court again.Uncle An followed him from the capital to the sea, but today he wants to leave him. This bowl of spring and snowy fireworks is destined to miss him.

Unaware of the imminent parting, Uncle An bent his back to the kitchen to serve the young master noodles.

When he passed the corner near the hut, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the wooden horse that his grandson Ah Li used to ride, fell to the ground, but his son was missing.

In the past few days, people came and went to express their condolences. Ah Li is an idiot, and Uncle An was afraid that he would offend those big shots, so he coaxed him into the backyard.Seeing no one at the moment, Uncle An suddenly panicked.

All the way to the backyard, half of the old trees cover it, and there seems to be someone whispering behind the firewood pile.

"Don't worry, my lord, this is a fool, it's nothing if he heard what we just said."

Uncle An poked his head out, and saw an official in bright clothes covering his grandson's mouth tightly.He recognized the black mole, and knew that the man was the Minister of the Ministry of War sent by his superiors to check the accounts, and he was about to rush out immediately.

However, the legs and feet were still half a beat slower.

"It's his father who we ordered people to beat to death. No matter how stupid he is, he can't even tell the good from the bad?" Sang Ji asked suspiciously.

The little official on the opposite side said with a flattering smile: "The murderer has already taken care of it, and the corpses were thrown into the sea and fed to the sharks. There is no real proof of death. Besides, it is also his own selfishness, thinking that there is no future in being a copyist for the rest of his life. I begged for mercy and invited me to the official position of the food storage warehouse, and anyone who thought about it would run into the person we sent to smash the scene, who is to blame."

After listening to the little official's words, Sang Ji was willing to move his palm away a little.Ah Li was sneezed by the incense on his official uniform, and the snot was caught in Master Sang's hand, and the idiot looked at him without realizing it and still smiled: "Father——"

Sang Ji's face darkened as if he had stepped on a pile of dog shit, stepped away half a step, and gestured to him to wipe his neck: "Shout again, I'll send you down to see your dead father."

Ah Li's cries were piercing, but Uncle An felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, his whole body was so cold that he couldn't move——

He blamed Feng Lin for his son's death.

He even encouraged himself to look at the young master who had grown up for revenge, and mistakenly made the bloody decision.

"Uncle An, what's the matter with you?" Cang Lang heard that the curtain moved, and saw Uncle An walking in relentlessly, with empty hands, "Where's the face?"

A strand of white hair hung down before his eyes, Uncle An's lips trembled uncontrollably, tears wet the ends of his hair, and he said in a trembling voice, "Li Ben, the prince didn't kill him..."

Cang Lang frowned: "What did you say?"

At this moment, there was a "Zi La" sound outside the window, and there was a burnt smell in the air.The howling stopped abruptly, and someone who didn't know followed by exclaimed: "It's not good, it's flooded!"

Cang Lang walked quickly to the door, and saw a puff of smoke burning outside the courtyard door, and the paper houses piled up all over the courtyard caught fire.All the officials, big and small, gathered in the main room panicked. You stepped on the hem of my robe, and I grabbed your official hat, and rushed out of the door.

He Weizhang, who initiated the ceremony, was also present, and he was not in a daze. He forced himself to calm down and shouted: "My lords, don't panic, first draw water from the well to put out the fire, and then call for the soldiers!"

However, in the sunny and windy autumn weather, those dark vessels have already been scorched under the sun, and now the flames are licking, and the wind gathering effect of the narrow alley is amazing, and it will soon become a prairie fire.The officials were deeply in the fear of having no way to survive, and the usual Qingliu style had long been thrown out of the sky, and it was too late to scold their mothers, who would care about listening to a merchant.

In the blink of an eye, the flames engulfed the beams, and the tiles crackled and fell down one after another.A finger-width crack appeared on the beams of the house that had been eaten away by moths for many years. Sang Ji was supported by his followers, and he raised his head inadvertently, and suddenly hissed in horror——

"Quick! The beam is about to collapse, hurry up and leave!"

Through the crack of the door, Cang Lang had a panoramic view of the chaos in the courtyard, and called "Uncle An" in a deep voice, "Is there any other way out for the family?"

There was no answer in Erqing, Cang Lang turned his head, but seeing Uncle An remained motionless, his expression suddenly became strange.

Since he lost his only son, his whole body quickly shriveled like a leaf drained of water.Up to this moment, Yuan stood there stagnantly, but seemed to be exhausted by a fire.

"Uncle An?"

The old man staggered a few steps forward, and suddenly grabbed Cang Lang's left arm with terrifying strength.He raised his crutches and stomped fiercely, using that strength to push Cang Lang to the corner recklessly, then turned his head and shouted sharply to his grandson who was guarding the door: "Ah Li, close the door!"

"The Songjiang poetry case back then, the prince also had difficulties. You were wronged and died. He is the ancestral hall of the Baoqiu family. He asked himself to kill three thousand bandits. The fame is worth it." In a whirl, Cang Lang heard Uncle An muttering indebtedly. .

He should have said these words earlier, but Cang Lang didn't want to listen at first, and later he was deceived by the hatred of killing his son, and finally made a big mistake.

Just when Cang Lang thought he was about to hit the wall, his back suddenly emptied, and the feeling of weightlessness lasted for a few seconds, and then he fell firmly on his ass.

The moment the secret door was closed tightly, Cang Lang clearly saw Uncle An fall heavily to the ground, and was instantly scorched into a burning man by the rushing flames.He didn't struggle, he didn't even call for help, but he laughed silently in the firelight.

The beam collapsed, and the door was blocked. None of those murderers could escape.

"Uncle An—"

Cang Lang was heartbroken, and then remembered that there was another idiot in the An family who was mentally retarded.

He gritted his teeth and turned around, raised his legs and ran.The alleyway has become a sea of ​​flames, and there are noises and explosions everywhere. It is not a good time to do moths to the flames. The current plan is to ask the nearby soldiers for help.

Fire, fire.

Smoke and dust spread over the low wall, pushing from all directions.Cang Lang ran desperately, but in this blindfolded chaos, breathing became as difficult as seeing things.

"Click-"

There was a very slight sound, but it seemed that something was rolling over from the side.When Cang Lang saw clearly that it was a chi kiss that could not help being burned and broken at the corner of the eaves, the falling object was already under the shadow of the forehead, and it was getting bigger and bigger.

Until a black shadow rushed out from the angle and threw him down.

Cang Lang pouted the dust off his mouth, and what he saw was a small piece of robe corner embroidered with ferocious dragon patterns.His eyes wandered upwards along the well-cut seams, and settled on the pale but unchanging face——

"Where are you going, sir?"

The author says:

The newly appeared Liao Wuji can be said to be the second representative of Mensao who I am more fond of hhh trembling begging for starfish...