Jiaohua

Chapter 410 Light Boat Holy Elder (Part [-])

Xia Zhaoxue happened to be in his Zuixian Tower on the day when the accident happened in Qiluyuan, and they didn't know what happened in Qiluyuan.

The next day, Yan Qinglin sent a middle-aged woman who claimed to be Cai to take Xia Zhaoxue away. Yang Guanxian had never seen this woman before, but felt that she was very rude to Xia Zhaoxue.Xia Zhaoxue didn't want to go back and refused. Mrs. Cai got angry on the spot, saying that such a big thing happened in Qiluyuan, Xia Zhaoxue was still so indifferent, and scolded Xia Zhaoxue for being ungrateful and tearing down the bridge.

She kept cursing like a shrew until Yang Guanxian, who thought she had a good temper, couldn't stand it, so she couldn't help saying a few words, which made Mrs. Cai even more angry, and the two sides had a fierce dispute. Mrs. Cai came up directly to pull Xia Zhaoxue, but was pushed away by Yang Guanxian's subordinates. Mrs. Cai left in a rage. Yang Guanxian guessed that she must have gone to add fuel and make a lot of talk, so she came back half an hour later and brought Lots of people.

If he knew that the other party turned his face so thoroughly, Yang Guanxian would have been prepared long ago, but the loss was due to an unexpected event. When the other party's staff came up and grabbed him by the neck and threatened Xia Zhaoxue in the guest room, he reacted in a daze. What happened over here.

What's even more irritating is that on the way he was kidnapped and taken out of the city, he was sitting in the carriage and suddenly realized that it was only half an hour back and forth from him to Zuixianlou, which can be said to be quite It's getting closer, and I briefly recalled the details of those daggers, it's that beast Fang Guanyan!

In the past few days, because of Xia Zhao's ability to study, he was dying. He was trapped there and almost isolated from the outside world. The only thing he could vaguely hear was that the emperor took all the civil and military officials to escape. Now that Dongping Academy is fine, That's good.

"Master, where are we going now?" one of the men asked.

"Go back to Fenghe County."

"Go back to Fenghe County?" The subordinates were surprised, "Master, Fenghe County is full of Yan Qinglin's people. If we go back like this, isn't it like a sheep going into a tiger's mouth?"

"I can't go back in the city, and I will freeze to death in the wilderness," Yang Guanxian said, "Also, the son is still in their hands."

When mentioning Shizi, his subordinates frowned and said, "They really treat Shizi as a puppet."

The word puppet was really harsh. Yang Guanxian didn't like that he used such a word to describe Xia Zhaoxue, but he didn't know how to refute it, and finally murmured: "Yan Qinglin, she is a ruthless woman."

Going around the valley, there is still a long, long road. On the road, I met a few refugees who lost their way. Seeing Yang Guanxian's master and servant, they hesitated and followed slowly.

Along the way, more and more people followed them, gradually reaching more than 30 people.

His subordinates thought it was flamboyant, but Yang Guanxian felt that it was meaningless, and said casually: "They are all poor people, just follow them. If you drive them away, they will have nowhere to go. Besides, the great hermit lives in the city."

The subordinates had no choice but to nod and did not go to the murderer.

There is a wide river outside the mouth of the valley, which has been frozen in winter. When they passed by, many people were smashing ice by the river, and from a distance, they heard someone shouting happily that they had caught fish.

"Master, are you hungry?" the subordinate asked.

"I can't care about being hungry." Yang Guanxian said, although he was really hungry and his stomach was growling, but he didn't have the slightest appetite in his mouth.

The refugees who followed them had already ran towards the river, and there were many excited shouts of people catching fish in front of them.

Among them, there are six or seven old people who are particularly conspicuous. They gather together, dressed plainly, but their appearance is not bad. Compared with the skinny refugees, they are also thin, but they are energetic and healthy. The fish they catch are also special. many.

"Grandpa, where are you going?"

Yang Guanxian thought for a while and said, "Let's go find them."

The old people gathered together, there were several lively fish in the bamboo basket, but it was said that they caught them, but in fact they all came from the fishing rod of an old man in white.

The old man sat by the river, with a row of fishing rods in front of him, and he was very keen in observing. Whenever there was any movement, he would stretch out his fingers, and the other old men immediately went to pick it up.

Yang Guanxian's approach made the old people's eyes vigilant, and two of them took a step forward and stood in front of the bamboo basket.

Yang Guanxian raised his hand with a smile, bowed and said: "Hi, elders, a certain surname is Guo, single name court, from Kyoto."

He was born fat, and his smile is round and honest, which is very pleasing, coupled with his polite manner, the complexions of the old people turned slightly better.

"I came to Beijing because of some troubles, and now I heard that there is chaos outside the city, so it is not suitable to go back. I am old friends with a few officials in the Fenghe County Yamen, and I plan to go to them for a while, but Right now the snow is so thick that it will take more time than usual to get to the county from here, so the three of us, master and servant, want to take a place to stay temporarily and have a bowl of hot soup. Big report!"

A few old people understood that they were here to beg for food.

There is no extra food and drink in the current situation, but although this man looks a bit downcast, the material of the clothes he is wearing is indeed rich and noble.

Yang Guanxian looked at them, his eyes paused for a moment, and he turned to look at the old man in white who was fishing over there.

There were people around here just now, so he couldn't see the old man clearly. Now that he was getting closer, Yang Guanxian noticed that the clothes on the old man's body and the hosta on the hair crown were different from other old people, and when they were talking, The old man never looked back.

This dress is not ordinary clothes, it is a tampered Taoist robe, others may not be able to recognize it, but Yang Guanxian can recognize it at a glance.Moreover, it is not like the poor people who make up old clothes and change them on their bodies. The modification is very exquisite and delicate, without destroying the original Yinxi sect pattern on the Taoist robe, and the sect pattern of the Yinxi sect is by no means The Taoist temple on Xiangjuan Mountain will use it.

Several old people looked at each other, not knowing whether to respond, but at this moment, they looked at the old man in white and said respectfully, "Go home?"

"Liar." The old man in white said without turning his head.

Yang Guanxian was taken aback: "What?"

"I said you are a liar," the old man in white looked at the river and said calmly, "Your surname is Guo, Ming Ting. Isn't your surname Yang? Why is your surname Guo?"

Yang Guanxian was shocked, and the two subordinates were also stunned.

"Who are you?" Yang Guanxian asked.

Most importantly, he had no memory of seeing this old man at all.

"Yang Changshan," said the old man, turning his head to look at Yang Guanxian, "Who are you, younger brother or elder brother?"

It turned out that this was the case, Yang Guanxian made a false alarm.

The three brothers have almost the same appearance, but their bodies are very different. Yang Guanxian is too fat, Yang Changshan is tall and thin, and Yang Changjun is strong. People who are close to them basically distinguish the three brothers by their body shape.

"You know my second brother?" Yang Guanxian said.

"He has followed me for so long in Mobei, how can I not know him," said the old man, stood up from the bamboo stool, looked at Yang Guanxian and said, "It's good to meet you here, I'm looking for my apprentice, just I have something to ask you, don’t you want some hot soup? Come on.”

After finishing speaking, he ignored the fishing rods and the fresh fish in the bamboo basket, and walked towards the village with his hands behind his back.

Instead, Yang Guanxian stood where he was, looking at his back suspiciously, not planning to follow.

Seeing this, an old man beside him nudged him and said, "Young man, hurry up, this is a chance."

"What do you say?" Yang Guanxian asked with his head tilted.

"Qingzhou Shenglao," the old man lowered his voice, "he is Qingzhou Shenglao."

"Old Qingzhou?" Yang Guanxian was taken aback, but he was always a cautious person, and asked in a deep voice, "Really?"

"Why are you lying to me, go quickly," the old man was really anxious, "This is a chance, once in a thousand years."

After all, who in the world doesn't know Qingzhou Shenglao?

The old man simply stretched out his hand and gave him a push.

Yang Guanxian looked at the back of the old man in white, thought of his second brother, and followed him.

(End of this chapter)