I am a snake, so it makes sense to teach a group of demons, right?

Chapter 265

Twenty years of Fuling, the third day of October.

Winter has arrived.

The forest sea was no longer green, and the dead leaves of the trees were blown into the sky by the cold wind, and the silence fell to the ground.

Early morning.

Wu Dalang, who was short and child-like, stood in the courtyard, quietly looking in the direction of Mt. Huangshan.

The wind blew the yellow leaves, snapped, and hit Wu Dalang’s dark face.

The stubby man held the palm-sized dead leaf in his hand, gently twisted the petiole, and stared at the veins carefully.

With a crunch, the door was pushed open.

Pan Ping’er yawned and walked out.

Wu Da Lang immediately raised the leaf in his hand and said with a smile: “Look, Bottle, I was slapped by Autumn.”

Pan Bian’er rolled her eyes, “I didn’t beat you to death.” Wu

Da Lang: “…” After

breakfast, Pan Ping’er and noodles, and Wu Da Lang split wood and burned the stove.

On the occasion of the rising sun.

The steaming biscuits are baked.

“Madam, I’m out, you have a good rest at home.”

“Okay, come back early, I’ll go catch up on the sleep first.”

Picking up the flat burden, Wu Da Lang came out of Fengdeng Lane.

——The

streets and alleys ran a small half of the county seat.

At the end of the day, Wu Dalang came to the tea house he frequented, asked for a free bowl of stomach-warming coarse tea, and simply solved lunch with burnt cakes.

“Oh hey, that’s not a big deal.”

The teahouse treasurer, an old woman about the age of Mo Huajia, trotted all the way to Wu Dalang’s side

, glanced at the half bowl of coarse tea, turned his head and scolded Xiao Xiao: “You blind dog thing, this is Lord Wu Songwu’s own brother, what do you mean by a bowl of inferior coarse tea for your mother?” ”

Good tea!”

“Then bring the side dishes and pastries and the like, the same portion, all of them.”

Soon, side dishes and pastries filled the square table.

The old woman had a flattering smile on her face, “Da Lang, open to eat, count me as inviting you.” In

the face of the sudden enthusiasm, Wu Dalang was slightly at a loss and did not move his chopsticks.

The old woman immediately straightened her face and pretended to be angry: “How?” Da Lang, can’t you see this?!

“That’s right, the coarse tea made in this small teahouse in my family is inferior, how can it be worthy of the golden mouth and silver stomach of Da Lang~

” Wu Da Lang hurriedly waved his hand, “No, Mother-in-law Wang, it’s serious!” Seeing

Wu Da Lang grab the chopsticks and start chewing slowly, the old woman smiled again.

“Da Lang, Lord Wu has been away from home for almost a month, right?”

Wu Da Lang nodded, “The first ten of September left, and the third day of October today.”

“Count today, twenty-three days.”

The old woman smiled and asked, “Did Da Lang think about Lord Wu?” Wu

Dalang: “Think, there is not a day when I don’t want to.” ”

Two quarters of an hour later.

Wu Da Lang really couldn’t eat.

Secretly glanced at the old lady who was busy greeting the tea guests.

Wu Dalang took out a few pieces of oil paper wrapped in baked cakes from the flat dan and packed all the remaining side dishes and pastries.

Then put all the copper coins of the baked cakes sold in half a day’s work and gently put them on the table.

Wu Da Lang picked up the flat burden, and when he came, he was clear in the breeze, and when he went, when he was clouded.

Silent and inconspicuous, like a speck of dust.

–

At dusk.

Wu Da Lang hummed a ditty and walked home.

Behind him suddenly came the sound of horses’ hooves from far and near.

Wu Da Lang stepped aside first, and then turned his head to look.

But I saw a man in a strong suit riding in front, and a small man in blue clothes trotting behind.

The man in the power suit was expressionless.

Tsing Yi’s face was full of excitement, “Brother Lin, you can be counted back!”

“Sir has been thinking about tea and dinner every day these days, and he has been nagging you.”

Wu Da Lang didn’t know what the name of the man and the small house was, but he had seen it and recognized it.

Both were from the Simons clan.

–

The Great Sun Sinks the Horizon.

Wu Da Lang returns to his home in Fengdeng Lane.

Give the money bag to Pan Ping’er.

“No, this baked cake is sold out, why is the money so small?”

“Say, what the hell are you doing?!”

“Aren’t you giving alms to those smelly beggars again?!”

In the face of Pan Ping’er’s stinky scolding of splitting his head and covering his face, Wu Da Lang only smiled.

When his wife was tired of scolding, he took out the packaged side dishes and pastries from the flat dang.

Pan Ping’er was stunned, “Bought it for me?” Wu

Dalang: “Count… Right. ”

What do you mean?”

“Why didn’t you say it earlier? If I say it earlier, I won’t scold you!

Pan Bian’er stretched out her slender finger and poked at Wu Da Lang’s forehead, “You, you, how many times have you said it, can you not be so honest.” ”

You have to be angry with me to make you happy?!”

–

Stone Street.

Simmens mansion, hall residence.

“Did the Lord really say that?”

“Yes, sir.”

Lin Ye repeated: “The main family first gritted their teeth and cut their teeth, highly praising and praising your great achievements over the years.

“Then he also said that Xiangxiu County is not the Xiangxiu County of Longxi aristocracy.”

“Xiangxiu County is your Xiangxiu County, sir!”

“Wahaha!”

Old man Ximen Zhu immediately laughed loudly.

The laughter stopped abruptly.

“No, I asked you to go to the lord’s house and ask the Venerable Heavenly People to come over and kill that surnamed Han.”

“Why did you come back by yourself?”

Lin Yi: “Uh, this… Sir, the main family said that mortals and foreign martial artists can kill Han Taiping. ”

Inner refining martial artists, even heavenly people, want to take the head of the county prince, it is as difficult as ascending to the sky.”

Old man Ximen frowned: “What do you mean?” Lin

Yi: “To kill a small seven-grade sesame official, there is no need to refine martial artists, let alone make a move; Sir, the main family should mean this.

Ximen Zhu: “The interception on August 30, you really didn’t see it?”

Lin Ye’s three fingers rushed into the sky side by side, “Sir, I swear to the sky, I really didn’t see it.” ”

Don’t dare to hide the master, after persuading Senior Lu Shu Lu to make a move, I was afraid that the inner refining martial artist behind Han Taiping would also end.”

“I was afraid that the fight between the two inner refining martial artists would affect my little life, so I fled early.”

“Later, that inexplicable wind swept me up into the sky.”

“After waking up from the coma, I rushed to the Luofu Spring Pavilion as soon as possible.”

“There is not a single corpse, only blood and sword fragments.”

“No one knows what happened.”

Ximen Zhu pondered for a short while, and then asked, “What about Senior Lu Shulu?” What does the Lord say? Lin

Yi: “The main family said that Senior Lu lived well, could jump and jump, and could eat two cows in one meal.”

Ximen Zhu: “Did you ask the main family, what is the origin of the surname Han?” Lin

Ye: “The main family said that Han Taiping is a nobody, a cannon fodder on the chessboard of the current court official Shangshu and the University of the East Pavilion, and Lord Ning Xuan Yuning!”

Ximen Zhu: “The reason why the surname Han is still alive is that the main family has reached some kind of deal with Ning Xuanyu?”

“But when Senior Lu Shu came to our house, why didn’t you tell me?”

“It hurts our four major families to damage so many martial arts attendants in vain!”

“Also, is our raised martial arts attendant dead?”

“Dead, where did the body go?”

“If you are still alive, where are the people?”

Ximen Bamboo’s eyes flickered, and there were too many doubts in his heart.

“The surname Han, kill or not?!”

“How can the words of the lord be ambiguous?!”

Just when Ximen Zhu hesitated.

The small house in Qingyi, who held the wine altar, reminded: “Two million, two million!” ”

Han Taiping!”