The old man was draped in a stone-blue silk cloth. After the weather cleared up, it showed a unique reddish-brown luster under the sun. After all, the old man was a ranked official. In addition, he had a scholarly aura. He was somewhat awe-inspiring to the common people. The sable hat man came from a wealthy family. Naturally, it was not because of Old Master Huang's status as a secondary eighth-rank official that he personally took the risk and did not hesitate to shed all pretense of cordiality with the officials in the western part of Guangling Path. It was because Old Master Huang held an important position and did not have a high rank. Although he had just entered the ranks, the weight of his words could be described as reaching the heavens. The western part of Guangling Path respected Old Master Huang's pleading for the people and his outspokenness. This time, when he went to the capital to take up a post, he 'entered the court' together with the northern scholar Zhu Guiyou and was promoted to the position of Imperial Censor. However, when Lord Huang went to the capital to meet the Emperor, he carried memorials that were enough to make several dozens of officials in the western part of Guangling Path go or stay. This brought a fatal disaster to Old Master Huang. If it were not for a large number of knowledgeable people who had the money and strength to help Old Master Huang block several waves of dishonorable and ruthless assassinations, Old Master Huang would not have been able to take half a step out of Guangling Path, much less the majestic Great Peace City. In his view, Old Master Huang was clean and had a strong character. However, sometimes he was too pedantic and did things too rigidly. This unknowingly brought great danger to the Jianghu warriors who were secretly protecting him. However, he could not tell them directly. Sometimes he could only laugh bitterly and comfort himself that if not for Old Master Huang's personality, he would not be able to become an Imperial Censor.
Old Master Huang, who was full of guilt, saluted the warriors with his fists in thanks without saying anything.
Li Huai 'er and the others dismounted and saluted back respectfully. Ning Zong, who was known for being generous and generous in his family's prefecture, had to settle for the next best thing. He laughed softly and said, "Then let's have lunch with Lord Huang and then hurry on our way. At the border of Guangling Path, there will be a group of people waiting for us. The famous Wulin elder Liang will personally come out. When that time comes, those small fries will not dare to be so rampant. "
The young girl wrinkled her delicate nose and grumbled in a low voice, "Since Old Master Liang is highly respected in Jianghu, at the age of eighty, and is able to wield a sixty pound Pear Blossom Spear so well, and has the help of fellow Wulin practitioners, why is he unwilling to walk two to three hundred miles?"
The sword-wielding woman frowned and lightly shouted, "Chunya, don't be rude!"
On the contrary, it was Lord Huang who resolved the situation. When he walked slowly towards the inn, he explained to the young girl with a pleasant smile, "For these well-known Jianghu aristocratic families and sects, not to mention the direct family members and gang members, even the servants and guards who just make a living have to be recorded in the register. They have to deal with the government and have to look up to them for a lot of things. When I was young, I was still the kind of Jianghu people who only sought pleasure and revenge. Once I leave, I will never return."
Ning Zong, who felt this the most deeply, smiled and said, "Lord Huang is very knowledgeable. At home, you know everything in the world."
The thin old man waved his hand and self-deprecatingly said, "Just reading ten thousand books is not enough. One also has to walk ten thousand li. The principles in books are dead, but people are alive. If I, Huang Shang, don't read for a day, I will not be able to eat or sleep in peace. Over the past few decades, I have indeed read a lot and often visited the countryside. However, I know my own weight. I am too stubborn and do not know how to live as a person. This time, it is Huang Shang who has implicated so many heroes and good men. Of course, there are also Miss Zhou and Miss Hu, who are not inferior to men. Other than the books on the first floor that were taken away, Huang Shang is already a penniless pauper. On this journey north, I was thinking that if there was a day when I was no longer an official, I would write a chivalrous tale in hopes of repaying you. "
Ning Zong's face lit up with joy, "This is a good thing to go down in history."
The young girl called Chunya chirped excitedly, "Lord Huang, please don't forget me. I am called Hu Chunya."
Lord Huang smiled and agreed.
The woman surnamed Zhou, who had an otherworldly aura, and the handsome young man who carried a stick looked at each other and smiled faintly.
Li Huai 'er, who had nothing to do with him, followed the crowd and stepped over the threshold with his head lowered. He had always thought of himself as a useless burden, self-abased and taciturn.
The inn was not big, and every table was covered in oil that had accumulated over the years, giving off a greasy glow. It was not something that could be wiped clean with a rag. Ning Zong, who had rich experience in Jianghu, looked around and felt a little uneasy. There were five tables in the inn, and the same group of five people occupied two of the tables facing the window. Among them, there was a robust young man who exuded a bloody aura. This was nothing. At the main table, there was a young man with white hair, wearing white clothes, white shoes, and a white jade belt. He had a pair of peach blossom eyes that were hard to see. Ning Zong felt that this person was troublesome at first glance. Even if this type of person's skills were average, just by looking at his posture, he was an extremely difficult person to deal with. On the left of the white-haired young man sat a dark-skinned young man, and on his right sat a man who was raising a cup of wine. Ning Zong, who had a good eye for people, immediately felt his scalp go numb. The man was estimated to be nine chi tall. Although Xu Zhan, who was an expert in using a stick, had a majestic figure, he was still slightly inferior. Ning Zong's family was not far from the military camp of an elite troop in Guangling. He had seen the killing aura that climbed out of a pile of corpses on the battlefield and was very familiar with it.
If this group of people stopped Official Huang from going to the capital, Ning Zong reckoned that even if he sacrificed a few lives on Dragon Tail Slope, it would still be useless.
At one table were Hsu Fengnian, young man Wu, and Yuan Zuozong.
At the other table were Cavalry General Lu Song and Wang Lin, who had participated in the battle outside Shenwu City.
Blue Bird was severely injured and couldn't travel south to Shangyin Academy. She followed the group to Beiliang. With Chu Lushan personally clearing the way and using both the carrot and the stick to build relationships, no matter how difficult a problem was, it could be easily solved.
Hsu Fengnian's trip this time was to go to the Academy to pick up people, and then he would go to Qingzhou to secretly meet with two groups of people. After that, he could go to Beiliang. How to absorb the 100,000 refugees, who could mount and dismount, was a difficult problem that Li Yishan deliberately left for him to solve. Only by making them live eyes could he truly open up a new situation in Beiliang. The reason he brought along the scholarly general Lu Song and the injured Wang Lin was that he intended to train them to become his direct subordinates and trusted aides, so that before smoothly nailing them into the Beiliang Army, they would have to gradually familiarize themselves with each other. The soldiers under their command had suffered disastrous casualties. Hsu Fengnian couldn't just pat his buttocks and go their separate ways, leaving these two meritorious ministers hanging on one side. Hsu Fengnian didn't believe that a few bold and visionary words could make talented people bow their heads and bow their heads.
As for the 'White Bear' Yuan Zuozong, whose military strength was second only to Gu Jiantang and Chen Zhibao in the Liyang Army, it was he who asked to go south with them.
Other than Ning Zong who constantly looked at Hsu Fengnian and the young girl Hu Chunya who stared at Hsu Fengnian and asked for food from the inn's waiter, the rest of the people, including Master Huang, the woman surnamed Zhou, and Xu Zhan, were all holding their breaths and concentrating.
The last two jars of wine from the inn's cellar were taken from Hsu Fengnian's table. Fortunately, Ning Zong knew that excessive drinking would make things worse, so from the beginning he didn't think of warming his stomach with wine. However, Huang Chang, who went to the capital to take up the position of Imperial Censor, only had three hobbies in his life: reading, drinking, and eating crabs. Every year his pitiful salary was spent on these three things. At this time, the ideal time to eat crabs had long passed. Although there were books to read in the carriage, the journey was rushed and his life was in danger. He didn't even have time to take care of the several jars of wine that were meticulously made with osmanthus seeds. At this time, Huang Chang smelled the wine and was somewhat moved. However, he cultivated his body and qi all year round, so he didn't say anything.
Hsu Fengnian sat by the window and asked with a smile, "Old Sir, I still have half a jar of wine that I can't finish. I'm a bit distressed about the money. How about I sell it to you at a cheaper price?"
Huang Chang's heart was moved, but he still smiled and shook his head. Jianghu was dangerous, and compared to the treacherous storms in the officialdom, many times they were the same. It was just that people's hearts were filled with evil intentions.
Hu Chunya, whose innocent heart was tied to the elegant young master, Xu Zhan, saw Xu Fengnian. Her heart was in turmoil, but the words that came out of her mouth were sharp. "He's quite handsome, but his hair is white. It's scary to look at. If I see him in the middle of the night, I'll definitely think I saw a ghost. "
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