White Jade Tiger

Chapter 46
Volume [-] Tiger's Den
Chapter 4 Entering Shu
On April [-]th, it was cloudy and rainy.

Are you a poet in this life?
Xiao Yu rode a donkey into Jianmen.

Wuji is not a poet, nor does he have the leisurely and detached poetic sentiments of Lu Fangweng, but he is also holding on to the oil in the slanting wind and drizzle.
Paper Umbrella, riding a green donkey, entered Jianmen and arrived at the territory of Shu.

Jianmen Pass is extremely dangerous in the world, with its wings piercing into the sky and surrounded by mountains, it is really a one-man pass, and no one can open it!
Out of Jianmen, along the road between ancient cypresses, it stretches for tens of miles.The porter who carried the coffin for him told him, "This is Zhang Fei."
The cypress was planted by Mr. Zhang himself. '

Shu people worship Zhuge Wuhou the most. When Wuhou went to immortality, Shu people all wear white scarves around their heads. This habit has not changed until now.because
Because everyone adores Zhuge, Zhang Fei is also honored.

But why did Wuji bring a coffin?
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The brand-new coffin was made of high-quality nanmu, and Wuji paid a high price to hire four of the best porters to carry it.

Because in this coffin lies a best friend—a friend who can never go mad.

Not only is the coffin safe and comfortable, but it will also not be exposed to rain, and if you want to think about something quietly, no one will disturb you.

Wuji also wanted to lie down in the coffin.

Although he is not like Sikong Xiaofeng, he is not afraid of picking dung and playing chess, nor is he afraid of getting wet.But he has a lot of things to think about quietly

Think about it.

——After arriving at the Tang family, what kind of story should we make up?
This story must not only impress the members of the Tang family, but also convince them.

This is no easy task, not everyone can come up with a moving story.

And the white jade tiger, that white jade tiger that Sikong Xiaofeng insisted on handing over to Shangguan Ren himself!
——Why does Sikong Xiaofeng regard this white jade tiger so important?
Sikong Xiaofeng is by no means a ignorant person, and he will never do inexplicable things.

——What is the secret in this white jade tiger?
The drizzle and the slanting wind rushed towards his face, and before he knew it, Jianmen Pass had been left far behind.

Wuji suddenly remembered two bleak lines of the ballad.

'As soon as you leave Yumen Pass.

Two tears quit. '

Although this is not Yumen, but Jianmen, but once you get out of this pass, it will be as difficult as going to heaven if you want to come back alive.

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Wuji suddenly remembered Qianqian.

He didn't dare to think about Fengniang, he really didn't dare.

"Lovesickness" is already lingering and ecstasy, but what's it like to "dare not lovesickness"?
Passionate since ancient times spared hate.

If you can no longer be affectionate, and dare not be affectionate, even if the love goes deep into your bones, you can only bury that love in your bones and let this
The love is rotten in the bone, dead in the bone.

What kind of taste is that!
Wuji suddenly threw away his oil-paper umbrella, letting the cold rain hit him.

The wind and rain are ruthless, but how many people know the taste of ruthlessness?
He suddenly wanted to drink.

Spicy wine, very spicy wine.

Serve wine with chili, eat a mouthful of fresh chili, and drink a mouthful of spicy wine, it will be really spicy and satisfying.

The peppers are shining red, and the sweat beads on the forehead are also shining red.

Wuji also found it very enjoyable to look at, but when he ate it this way himself, he found that this way of eating was not what he imagined.

So much fun.

He was so hot that even his hair seemed to 'stand up' one by one.

Everyone in this place drinks like that.

This place doesn't seem to have anything else to go with the wine except chili.

So even though he was about to be 'raged' by the heat, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and persevere.

He doesn't want others to think of him as a 'bad breed'.

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The road to Shu is difficult.

There are hillsides everywhere in Shu, and the place where Wuji stops to drink is also on a hillside.

There is a pergola, surrounded by greenery, and the cool breeze blows cool. In the hot weather, I was tired from the journey, so I could find such a
It's a good place to rest.

Although the weather is not too hot now, it can be seen that most of the people who pass by here will stop and drink a bowl of herbal tea and spicy wine before going on the road.

The road is too rough, the road is too difficult, and no one wants to miss the opportunity to enjoy a moment of comfort.

Life is like a journey.

On the rugged and difficult journey of life, how many people can find such a resting place?
Sometimes you can find it, but you can't rest because you have a whip behind you.

Life itself is a whip, responsibility, honor, career, family burden, children's food and clothing, future security...

...all whipping you in the back.

How can you rest!
Wuji drank the spicy wine in the bowl in one go, and when he was about to order another bowl, he saw two 'sliding poles' going up the hillside.

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A sliding pole is not a sedan chair.

Sliding poles are a unique means of transportation in Sichuan. Two thick moso bamboos are used to carry a bamboo chair.

The person sits on the chair.

No matter how heavy you are, no matter how difficult the road is, the person carrying the sliding pole will definitely be able to carry you over.

Because people in this line of work not only have special skills, but also everyone is an experienced veteran.

Wuji had heard all kinds of legends about the sliding pole a long time ago, but he never believed it.

Now he believes it.

Because he saw the person sitting on a sliding pole in front of him.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that such a person could ride a sliding pole, let alone two skinny people
Chai's clerk was able to lift this man up.

He had rarely seen such a fat person.

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Not only was this man fat, but he was incredibly fat, not only stupid, but also unbearably vulgar.

This person looks like a piece of active fat pork, but he is dressed like a nouveau riche, as if he wants to put the whole

He brought out all the auxiliary belongings, as if he was afraid that others would not know that he was rich.

His companion was a handsome man.

He is not a delicate and effeminate handsome man like Tang Yu.

He is tall and handsome, strong, with broad shoulders, thin waist, thick eyebrows, big eyes, full of masculine charm.

Now the two sliding poles have stopped, and both people have entered the arbor.

The fat man panted and sat down, stretching out a white and fat hand covered with all kinds of gemstones and emerald jade rings.

The tall and handsome boy immediately took out a snow-white silk scarf and handed it over.

The fat man took the silk scarf and wiped off his sweat like a little girl dusting off her powder. Suddenly he let out a long sigh and said, "I know that I have
Must have lost weight again, and quite a bit. '

His companion nodded immediately, and said with a sincere and sympathetic attitude: "You have been busy and tired recently, and you ate very little.

How can you not be thin?'

The fat man sighed sadly, and said, "If you continue to lose weight like this, what will happen?"

His companion said: "You must find a way to eat more." '

The fat man accepted this suggestion immediately, and immediately asked the shop assistants to find a way to burn two or three hoofs, four or five fat

Chicken comes.

He can only eat this 'little' because, recently, his appetite has been poor.

But he must force himself to eat a little, because he has become unbearably thin recently.

As for the fat on his body, it doesn't seem to belong to him at all, not only he himself has long forgotten, but his companions are even better.
Like not seeing it at all.

It's a pity that everyone else saw it.

Is this person fat or thin, and whose fat is it? Everyone can see clearly.

Everyone couldn't help laughing secretly.

Wuji didn't laugh.

He didn't think this kind of thing was funny, he thought it was a tragedy.

Of course this beautiful boy himself knew that what he said was ridiculous, and he still said it just because he wanted to have a baby.

Live, let this fat man provide him with life.

It is already a tragedy for a person to have to say something that makes others listen to it and makes him feel uncomfortable in order to live

This fat man is even more pathetic.

What he wants to deceive is not others, but himself.

When a person is about to lie to himself, it is of course even more tragic.

Wuji suddenly felt that he couldn't even drink the wine anymore.

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Except for Wuji, there was actually one person who didn't smile.

He didn't smile, not because he also had such deep feelings for Wuji, but because he was already drunk.

When Wuji came, he had already prostrated himself on the table, and there were already several empty jugs on the table.

He didn't wear a hat, revealing a head of gray hair, and a blue cloth clothes that had been washed white.

People are in the rivers and lakes, people are old, so what if they are drunk? What if they are not drunk?
Wuji suddenly wanted to drink again.

Just then, he saw six more people walking up the hill.

Six men in green clothes, yellow straw sandals, gray cloth socks, and six large Malianpo straw hats with wide brims, the brims of which were pulled down very low.

The six people walked quickly, their steps were light and firm, and they strode past the tea shed with their heads down.

All six of them carried a green cloth bundle in their hands, some of which were very long and some of which were short.

The short one is only one foot six or seven, while the long one is six or seven feet. When they hold it in their hands, the weight seems very light.
on the table, but the table was pressed so loudly that it creaked.

No one laughed.

Anyone can see that these six people are definitely heroes of the rivers and lakes with very good kung fu.

Even if the six burdens they brought were not a sharp weapon for killing people, they were by no means fun.

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Six people came on the same road, all dressed in the same attire, but they didn't sit at the same table.

Six people actually occupied six tables, just blocking the way of everyone in the tea shed.

Only a seasoned and experienced veteran can choose such a position in an instant.

All six of them sat down with their heads bowed, their hands still tightly grasping the burdens that had been placed on the table.

The first one to walk in was tall, strong, a head taller than most, and carried the longest load.

The hands he held onto the bundle had a thick layer of calluses on the knuckles of the thumb, index finger, and middle finger of his right hand.

The second person who came in was tall and thin, stooped like an old man.

The bundle he brought was the shortest, and the hands holding it were dry and thin, like bird claws.

Wuji seems to have seen these two people before, but he can't remember seeing them there.

He couldn't see their faces at all.

He didn't want to watch either.

These people seem to come here deliberately to find trouble, no matter who they come to trouble, Wuji doesn't care
other people's business.

Unexpectedly, the tall, thin, hunched man suddenly asked: "Who brought this coffin outside?"

The more you don't want to find troublesome people, the more trouble will find him.

Wuji sighed and said, "It's me." '

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Wuji already remembered who this person was.

Although he hadn't seen the man's face yet, he recognized his voice.

——White sugar square cake, yellow sponge cake, red bean and mung bean sweet cake.

——A tall and thin old man, with a green gauze cabinet on his back, walked into the tree while singing in Su Bai

A newly opened space in the forest.

——Then sell stewed vegetables, wine, Hubei bean curd, fried noodle nests, Shandong steamed buns, and Fuzhou

Spring pancakes, selling Lingnan fish ball powder, selling roast goose with barbecued pork rice, selling lamb head meat with fire, selling squid soup, selling tofu brain, selling
There are all kinds of BJ soybean juice, and all kinds of hawkers came in from all directions, carrying all kinds of burdens.

Wuji will never forget what happened that night, and he also remembers the voice of selling cakes very clearly.

He also remembered Xiao Donglou's words.

——In the past, they were all from my old department, but now they are all businessmen.

What kind of business is this cake seller doing now? Why is he interested in a coffin?
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The tall and strong man with calluses on the three fingers of his right hand suddenly raised his head and stared at Wuji.

Wuji recognized him.

His eyes are very bright and full of eyes, because he has been training his eyesight since he was eight or nine years old.

The calluses on his fingers are hard and thick, because he has been drawing a bow with these three fingers since he was eight or nine years old.

Of course Wuji knew him, they had met more than once.

Gold bow and silver arrows, son and mother flying together, this eight-foot-long strong man is Hei Tiehan, the only son of Hei Granny.

——Who is the black lady?
——a man who can shoot an arrow through the eyes of a fly ten feet away.

The bundle he was holding was of course the gold-backed iron tire bow and the silver-feathered arrows of their mother and son, who were famous all over the world.

He didn't recognize Wuji unexpectedly, he just felt that this young man with knife marks on his face seemed to have known him before, so he tentatively

Ask: 'Have we met before?'

Wuji said, "No." '

Hei Tiehan said, "You don't recognize me?"

Wuji said, "I don't know." '

Hei Tiehan said: "Very good." '

The cake seller asked: "How is it?"

Hei Tiehan said: "He doesn't recognize me, and I don't recognize him either." '

The cake seller said: "Very good." '

Hearing these two sentences of 'very good' from them, Wuji knew that trouble had come.

No matter what kind of trouble these six people brought, the trouble must not be too small.

Wuji saw this, and others could also see that most of the customers in the tea shed were already quietly paying their bills and slipping away.

It's gone, only the fat boy with a bad appetite is still burying his head in eating.

It seems that even if the sky falls, he will not leave until he finishes eating the chicken.

Of course, this kind of person will not meddle in other people's business.

The confectionery seller suddenly stood up, carrying the bag, walked slowly to Wuji, and said, "Hello!"

Wuji sighed and said, "Until now, it's been pretty good, but it's a pity that it seems to be in trouble now!"
The cake seller smiled and said, "You are a smart man, as long as you don't do stupid things, you won't be in trouble." '

Wuji said, "I seldom do foolish things." '

The cake seller said: "Very good." '

He put down his burden and said again: "Of course you don't recognize me either!"

Wuji said, "I don't know." '

The cake seller said: "Do you recognize it? What is this?"

He held up the knot on the burden with two fingers and shook it, revealing the gleaming, strange-shaped outer door weapon made of pure essence

, It looks a bit like a chicken claw sickle, but not a chicken claw sickle.

Wuji asked, "Is this the unique weapon Iron Eagle Claw of Huainan Eagle Claw Gate?"

The cake seller said: "Good eyesight." '

Wuji said: "My ears are also very good." '

The cake seller said: 'Oh!'

Wuji said, "I can tell that your accent is definitely not from Huainan." '

The cake seller said: "I was under Huainan's school, and I didn't learn to speak at all." '

Wuji asked, "What did you study?"

The cake seller said: "It's murder!"

He continued calmly: "As long as I can kill people with my kung fu, it doesn't matter what accent I speak. '

Wuji said, "It's reasonable." '

The cake seller suddenly picked up the pair of eagle-claw-like weapons with his bird-claw-like hands.

The cold light flashed, both eagle claws flew out, and with a 'ding' sound, the wine bowl in front of Wuji had been nailed through four small holes, and the railing

The last hair pole was also torn apart by the eagle's claws.The wine bowl is porcelain, so it is not difficult to break it, but it is not difficult to nail it through four small holes.

It's easy.

Moso bamboo is tough, and it is not easy to tear it.

What's more, this kind of power is completely different. When he uses his left and right hands at the same time, he can use two completely different powers.

Wuji sighed and said, "Good work." '

The cake seller said: "Is this the skill of killing people?"

Wuji said, "Yes." '

The cake seller said: "Do you want to see me kill someone!"

Wuji said, "I don't want to." '

The cake seller said: "Then you go!"

Wuji said, "Are you willing to let me go?"

The cake seller said: "I don't want you at all." '

Wuji said, "What do you want?"

The cake seller said: "What I want is the coffin you brought." '

(End of this chapter)