That night, Fu Xiaoguan tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.
On the same night, on the only way from Jinling to Wofeng Road, in a small town called Tianshui, there was a young man sitting in a tavern called the Tavern.
In front of him were six wine jugs and a plate of peanuts.
Five of the wine jugs were empty, but there were only five peanuts missing from the plate!
He ate a peanut and drank a pot of wine.
A pot of wine weighs 1.8 jin and 32 liters, which is not a high alcohol content, but it is still intoxicating.
But instead of getting drunk, his eyes became brighter the more he drank!
This made the tavern's proprietress very curious, so she took a pot of wine and simply sat next to the young man.
"What's your last name?"
"Song Zhong."
"...Final?"
"Yes, Song Zhong."
The proprietress looked at the long sword wrapped in black cloth beside the young man, then looked at the hand holding the chopsticks. She suddenly smiled and said, "You've drunk so much, but your hand is still steady. You are a master of swordsmanship."
Song Zhong frowned. He didn't like talking, especially to strangers.
So he didn't ask the proprietress's last name, and even his gaze only stayed on her face for a moment before he looked out the door.
Outside the door, there was a dark red light cast by the big red lanterns. But in Song Zhong's eyes, it was as red as blood - the blood on the mountain of swords was even redder than the lanterns that night!
The abbot of the temple entered the mountain of swords with a sword in hand. Among the 623 people on and off the mountain of swords, not a single one survived.
Of the 632 people sent by Daoshan to Qingyun Mountain, none survived.
Nandao Mountain, which was once so prosperous, is now the only one left!
Of course, those who leave the sword mountain to seek their own future are not included, such as Bai Yulian who aided and abetted the evil!
Song Zhong knew very well that with his current first-class skills, he was no match for the Taoist temple master, but this matter was caused by Fu Xiaoguan, who was the master's closed disciple.
So… if they can’t kill Su Changsheng, Su Jue, or even Gao Yuanyuan, then they have no choice but to kill Fu Xiaoguan—that bastard! The Six Gates were proposed by this bastard!
Now, under the leadership of Su Jue, the Six Gates are killing people everywhere like mad dogs.
They killed many people from the outlaws who refused to surrender. They said... whoever dared to spread rumors about Queen Shang again would be silenced by the swords in their hands!
They killed for more than ten days, and gradually brought peace to this vast world.
What followed was my father's handwritten letter - now posted in all major towns.
The words were indeed written by my father, and the content... was confession!
He confessed that he had wronged Queen Shang and said that he was blinded by greed and wanted to put Queen Shang in an unkind and unjust situation.
Song Zhong's chopsticks did not fall on the peanuts, but put them down. He twisted the last pot of wine and took a big gulp.
My father Song Qingtian has fallen into the hands of the imperial court and is probably living a life worse than death.
He did not attempt to rescue his father. He did not even think of holding Fu Xiaoguan hostage to ask the court to release his father, because even if he did release his father, even if he escaped to the ends of the earth, he was afraid that the mad dogs in the Taoist temple would chase and bite them until they were bitten to death.
Rather than dying like that, it would be better to kill the culprit, Fu Xiaoguan, and leave a good name in this world.
"My name is Qingqing, the Qingqing of Green Grassland..."
The proprietress also took a sip from the wine jug, smacked her lips, looked at Song Zhong, and said with a smile, "It's late at night, and it's time for my tavern to close. If you want to stay here, Mr. Song... there are two rooms upstairs. If you don't want to stay here, please pay the bill and take this jug of wine and leave."
Song Zhong reached for his waist, but didn't feel his purse.
He looked down and found that the purse that was originally hanging around his waist was gone!
He was startled, and then his face suddenly turned red.
Qingqing took a look and smiled even more brightly.
"It seems...Mr. Song has no money left."
"No, I already had it."
Qingqing stretched her waist and said, "I opened a shop in Tianshui City when I was eighteen, and it has been ten years now. In these ten years, I have encountered situations like yours at least a hundred times..."
Her face suddenly darkened. "Don't think I'll be afraid just because you're carrying a knife."
As she said this, her palm slowly sank into the table, and she continued:
"If you can't come up with the silver today, please leave the knife behind, or agree to do something for me."
Song Zhong frowned and stared at the hand embedded in the table for five full breaths.
This woman is a master!
The knife is his life, so of course he can't leave it behind.
Song Zhong raised his head and looked at Qingqing, "What's the matter?"
"Since your name is Song Zhong, go and help me kill someone and see him off to his grave!"
"Kill who?"
"Fu Xiaoguan!"
Song Zhong was stunned. "Does the young lady have a grudge against Fu Xiaoguan?"
"This is not something you should ask. It's the rules of the martial arts world. Mr. Song, remember to keep your promise."
"……good!"
"Tonight, as the moon is bright, take your knife, leave this remaining wine, and go to Yuhe Inn. Kill Fu Xiaoguan, and I will personally cook wine for you!"
Song Zhong grasped the knife, walked out of the tavern, looked up at the bright moon in the sky, put the long knife on his back, and left Tianshui Town under the moonlight.
Qingqing looked at the figure from behind and suddenly smiled charmingly. At this moment, a lame man came in from the backyard, took the remaining pot of wine on the table and drank it all in one gulp. "How many is this?"
"The eighteenth."
"Including me, there are nineteen of us. Can we kill Fu Xiaoguan?"
Qingqing was silent for a long time. "I guess we still can't kill him, but there's no time to wait for anyone."
The lame man frowned, "What should we do then?"
"If you add me, there will be twenty of us. We should be able to kill him."
The tavern in Tianshui Town closed and turned off the lights. For a long time, the door was never opened again, and the lights were never turned on again.
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Fu Xiaoguan and his party left Zhangpingyi and continued to head east.
In the following days, Fu Xiaoguan answered Nangong Piaoxue's questions in detail. He spent the rest of the time chatting and laughing with the four beauties. When the convoy stopped, he would talk with Yun Xiyan about the next plans.
Occasionally he would be silent for a while, but he was not thinking about the predecessor who traveled through time and space and left behind the poem "A Farewell to Cambridge", but was thinking about the details of governing Wofeng Road.
For example, household contract responsibility system.
For example, green ecological agriculture such as mulberry planting, silkworm breeding, and greenhouse cultivation.
For example, the preparation and planning of high-tech incubation zones, etc.
The journey lasted ten days without any disturbance and the problems that Eunuch Jia had worried about had not occurred.
At noon on June 25, the tenth year of the Xuanli calendar.
The clouds were low and the weather was very hot and humid. When the convoy arrived at Yuhe Station, the rainstorm that had been brewing for a long time finally poured down like a bucket.
"It suits the scene."
Fu Xiaoguan stood on the second floor of the post station, watching the rain hitting the lotus leaves, and felt that this rain came at the right time.
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