Neon Clothes and Iron Clothes

"Get up!" Wang Wenzuo stretched out his hand and said: "In your situation at that time, it is not wrong to do this. After all, for you, the worst thing is not recklessness and excess, but cowardice and incompetence!"

"What does Aye mean?" Yanliang was stunned.

"Don't you understand?" Wang Wenzuo smiled: "Now that I am still alive, no matter what you do, I will end it for you. If you don't take this time to practice more, will you have to wait until I die? Are you going to practice again later?”

"Experience and experience?" Yanliang's eyes lit up: "Aye, don't you blame me?"

"As the king of Japan, He Bayong and Yuan Aoli occupied the samurai's fields, demanded property, and caused war among the four kingdoms. You deprived He Bayong of his military power and put down the rebellion. This is what you should do. Why should I blame you? "Wang Wenzuo said: "As for He Bayong being my old flame, this is between him and me, and it has nothing to do with you!"

"Aye!" Yan Liang lowered his head with some emotion: "Actually, when the child was young, if it hadn't been for the support of his two uncles, He Bayong and Yuan Aolie, he wouldn't be where he is today!"

"It's good that you can remember this affection!" Wang Wenzuo asked: "Now that Yuan Aolie and He Bayong are dead, do you want to send someone from my subordinates to replace them?"

Yan Liang did not answer immediately. He thought for a while and replied: "Ah, if Mr. Xue is willing, I think Mr. Xue is a good candidate!"

"You want to use Xue Rengui?" Wang Wenzuo smiled: "Since you think he is good, go and ask first! After all, this is a despicable place, and he may not be willing to stay!"

"Yes, my child understands!"

Wang Wenzuo chatted with Yan Liang for a few more words and then asked him to leave. A few minutes later, Di Renjie came in. Wang Wenzuo said: "Yan Liang plans to replace He Bayong with Xue Rengui. What do you think?"

"Returning to the general, Mr. Yanliang seems to be on guard. After all, Xue Rengui is old and will not pose any threat to him!"

"Yeah!" Wang Wenzuo nodded noncommittally: "What else?"

"What else?" Di Renjie frowned: "My subordinates can't see it!"

"If you can't see it, forget it!" Wang Wenzuo sighed, showing disappointment: "Send the order and have the ship ready at the port. I'm going back to Baekje!"

"Yes, yes!" Di Renjie responded twice, and then carefully walked backwards toward the door. He turned around when he reached the door. Only when he was out of the door did he carefully consider the purpose of Wang Wenzuo's question, but no matter No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't think of any results. In the end, I could only shake my head and sigh: "These days, the general's thoughts have become more and more difficult to predict. The city is really getting deeper and deeper!"

"Mr. Di!"

Di Renjie stopped when he heard someone calling him, and soon he found a man standing at the corner of the corridor, formally Yanliang. He hurriedly bowed and saluted: "Your Majesty, I just got distracted. I didn't see the young master. I failed to welcome you. Please atone for your sins!"

"Mr. Di, there's no need to be polite!" Yanliang stepped forward, affectionately held Di Renjie's forearm, and pulled him aside: "What did your father say to you after I left just now? Can you tell me something? "

Di Renjie's brows suddenly wrinkled, and he replied without hesitation: "This is a forbidden matter. If I reveal it, I will be punished with death! If you really want to know, you can ask the general directly!" Without waiting for Yanliang's answer, Then he left directly.

In the evening of the next day, Wang Wenzuo boarded the boat and left Namba. After a few days, he arrived at Zhouliu City. He stayed in Zhouliu City for five days, then took a boat to Beisha City (in the Dalian area), and then took the land route. Head to Fan Yang.

When Wang Wenzuo arrived in Fanyang, it was already early summer. Pedestrians on the road took off their heavy coats and put on light robes. Many young women simply sat on their horses and mules, some wearing curtain hats, and some not wearing them at all, walking on the official road. Their bright clothes and graceful figures have become a beautiful scenery, attracting the attention of travelers on the road.

"Master, look, this woman from Hebei is so bold. She just took a maid and a servant and rode alone on a horse. She didn't even wear a scarf or a hat, in front of a large public! Does she have any sense of shame?" A little Taoist priest was stunned. He looked at the ladies on the official road and asked the old Taoist priest beside him.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Lord, you don't practice oral ethics either!" the old Taoist priest scolded, and gave the disciple a hard blow on the head with his hand, but his eyes were fixed on the ladies walking on the road without blinking. blink.

"Ouch!" the young disciple screamed. When he saw the old Taoist priest's appearance, he complained dissatisfiedly: "Master, you scolded me, but you didn't even blink!"

"Shut up!" The old Taoist priest's face turned a little red, but fortunately he had a long beard, so it was hard to see. He raised his fly whisk and gestured to fight: "You bastard, you are talking nonsense, do you have any respect for the teacher? It’s really itchy!”

When the little Taoist saw this, he ran away quickly: "Master, please forgive me, disciple, I won't talk nonsense anymore!"

The little Taoist priest ran around on his feet and unknowingly reached the official road, blocking the way of a group of carriages and horses. The packhorse at the front was suddenly frightened, neighed sharply, and rushed forward. The little Taoist priest was startled, rolled on the spot, and got under the carriage, escaping the danger of being trampled by the horses' hooves.

"Pusheng, are you okay?" The old Taoist priest ran over, hurriedly searched around the little Taoist priest's body, and asked, "Is there any pain?"

"No, I'm not injured!" The little Taoist priest was in shock and took a few rapid breaths before saving the old Taoist priest's arm: "I was scared to death just now!"

"It's okay, it's okay!" The old Taoist priest felt a little pity when he saw his disciple's appearance. He stretched out his hand to support the disciple's armpits and helped him stand up: "Be careful in the future. You can't stand up." Running around on the official road!"

"You two bullshit, don't run away! Otherwise, your legs will be broken!" A loud shout attracted the attention of the two Taoist priests. When the old Taoist priest looked back, he saw a knight in black, staring at him fiercely. , holding a riding crop in his hand, the tip of the riding whip was almost touching the tip of his nose. The old Taoist priest frowned slightly and stretched out his middle finger to flip the riding crop: "Who do you honor? Why are you saying such evil things!" "Exacting such evil words? Humph!" The knight in black said angrily: "Do you know who my master is? You Disciple just shocked my carriage and horses, alarmed my master, my master made a slight mistake and skinned you two thieves, no matter how much you cut them off!"

The old Taoist priest looked at the carriage not far away, and saw more than ten people standing beside the carriage. Except that the four-wheeled carriage looked a bit novel, he couldn't tell whether he was rich or poor. He coughed: " It's my disciple's fault to ram into a car, but how to deal with the laws of the country, shouldn't it be up to you to kill or beat him?"

"National law?" The knight laughed angrily, raised his whip and whipped it head-on, cursing: "Old man, you can see clearly, what I have in my hand is the national law!"

The old Taoist priest had quick eyesight and took half a step back at a speed that was completely inconsistent with his appearance. With a move of his right hand, he had already grasped the end of the riding whip in his hand. Without waiting for the man to curse, the old Taoist priest wrapped the riding whip around his wrist. , shouted low, and his whole body shook. The knight in black only felt an inexplicable vibration passed into his body with the riding whip, and then he felt paralyzed all over his body. He fell off the horse and broke his head. Blood flow.

"Brother!" The old Taoist priest bent down and helped the man in black up, patted the dust on his body, and put the riding crop back into his hand: "Don't talk nonsense about matters of national law!"

When the other side of the carriage saw this move, several people immediately ran over. They pulled out their swords and looked as if they were about to take action. The old Taoist priest clasped his hands together, recited a slogan, and said loudly: "Master, you are waiting for me." Who is it, just take me to see him!"

The leader of the visitors was a muscular man in his early forties, with several scars on his face and neck. He looked quite frightened. He glanced at the old Taoist priest coldly, and then at the man who was beaten like a capon. The subordinate waved his hand: "Bring them all over!"

The young Taoist priest cautiously followed the old Taoist priest and said in a low voice: "Isn't this man with the scar on his face very powerful?"

"Why do you say that?" the old Taoist priest asked.

"When I looked at him, I felt very scared, as if he was going to kill me right away!" the little Taoist priest said in a low voice.

The old Taoist priest smiled and did not answer, but his heart was not as relaxed as it seemed. Like the little Taoist priest, he also felt the terrible pressure from this scar-faced man, but the difference was that he knew that this kind of pressure could only be felt by the kind of warrior who had killed without calculation. The owner of the chariot didn't pay too much attention to it, thinking that he was just a bully official. If it didn't work out, he just ran away with his young apprentice. But now it seems that he may have misunderstood. With such a veteran of many battles as a guard, the chariot What kind of person is Mali?

"Madam!" The man with the scarred face raised his hands to the car: "The person who disturbed the carriage and horse just now has been brought here, please deal with it!"

The curtain of the carriage was raised, and the old Taoist priest saw a young lady sitting in the carriage, holding a child in her arms. The child was only about two or three years old. He was quite handsome and cute, with a few drops on his fair and tender face. Tears, looking at the two strangers curiously.

"Female donor, young benefactor! The old Taoist greets me!" The old Taoist priest put his hands together and saluted the woman in the car. When the young Taoist priest saw this, he quickly followed suit.

"Hmph!" The woman snorted coldly: "You are so brave, you dare to disturb the driver of the car I am waiting for. Do you know who is in this car? If something happens, can you afford it?"

"Reply to Madam!" The old Taoist bowed and said: "The person who disturbed your driver just now is a disciple of the Old Taoist. Madam, please see that he is young and ignorant. Please forgive me!"

"He is young and ignorant, and you are also young and ignorant?" The woman said angrily: "Okay, I won't punish your apprentice, but what about you? Do you want to bear the crime of lax discipline?"

The old Taoist was shocked, but since he had said this, he could not give in. He could only say in a deep voice: "Since Madam said so, I will naturally bear the responsibility. This place is not far from Fan Yang, so I will go to the government office with Madam." Yes!"

"Official office?" The young woman sneered: "There is no need for such trouble, just here. Old Taoist, don't think that I am bullying you. If Fan Yang Mansion knows that you rammed this car, it will only be better than me." Disposal will be heavier, not lighter!”

The old Taoist looked at the young woman suspiciously. When the woman saw this, she snorted coldly and said to the scar-faced man: "You can tell this Taoist our family's identity so that he can give up!"

The scar-faced man sang, took out a waist badge from his waist, and waved it in front of the old Taoist: "Old Taoist, I work as an errand for the army in the left wing of General Wang. This is the sister-in-law of the general's wife. And the child in her arms is the heir of the general."

After hearing what the scar-faced man said, the old Taoist's face turned pale. Nowadays, Wang Wenzuo's name is naturally known to everyone in the Tang Dynasty. As the woman said, if the Fan Yang Mansion learns that the general's descendants are disturbed, his master and apprentice will at least go to the southwest. It's not impossible to kill an owl in one go.

"Madam is right!" The old Taoist said with a bitter smile: "The old Taoist is indeed guilty of lax discipline. I will let you, madam, handle it! No complaints!"

"You know what you're doing!" The woman snorted coldly and looked the old man up and down: "You are quite old. If you beat me, I'm afraid it will kill you. On the contrary, it will harm the child." What a shame! If I let him go, but it benefits you, what should I do with you?"

Just when the woman was in trouble, the child in her arms suddenly pulled her sleeves and babbling something. The woman lowered her head, listened, and said with a smile: "You little baby, how can you be so cute?" What a crazy idea! Okay, I'll give you an advantage!" She coughed twice and said to the old man: "Old man, you are lucky. If you can make my little baby laugh, I will spare you this time. , otherwise, I can only send you for a trip to Haidong!"

When the old man heard what the woman said, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you madam for your generosity!"

"Don't thank me, thank this kid if you want!" Madam sneered, "If it were my way, I would definitely give you a hundred lashes first!"

The old Taoist smiled, looked around, apologized first, walked to the roadside, picked more than ten leaves from the tree, and returned to the carriage. Take a deep breath, and then throw the leaves into the sky. The leaves fly up, and then slowly fall to the ground. The old man suddenly blew out a breath, and made the nearest leaf fly up again, and then the second and third leaves. The old man breathed in and out, as long as a whale drinking water. He actually used the breath of one person to blow more than a dozen leaves into the air. A leaf always rises and falls in the air, never falling to the ground. The onlookers were all stunned and speechless when they saw this.

The old Taoist held his breath like this for half a cup of tea, and suddenly let out a long roar, stretched out his arm, took the more than ten leaves back into his hand, and then cupped his hands to the woman on the carriage: "The old Taoist is showing off his shame!" ( End of this chapter)