The Sword Dynasty

The next day is the main day of the temple fair.

Early in the morning, some people sold fried barley along the street.

Zheng's diet is very different from that of Qin people. Qin people like to eat pasta, but Zheng people like glutinous rice.

The fried barley is ground with glutinous rice, kneaded thoroughly, and pressed with dashi overnight, then rubbed into pigeon-sized balls, fried in oil, and poured with a layer of brown sugar juice .

For the Qin people in Changling and Guanzhong, it is naturally sweet and greasy to use this as early as possible. I am afraid that they will fall off the bowl because of sticking teeth.

Ding Ning refused to refuse this kind of sweets, and asked for two in a coarse porcelain bowl, but when preparing to pay, the woman who sold fried barley refused to accept it, with some shyness: "Since it is a family The old customer, two worthless things, how can I be embarrassed to collect money."

Ding Ning frowned slightly, looking at the woman who obviously had a strong Zheng Minsheng voice, and asked, "How do you know that I am a guest of Master Feng?"

"Yesterday, the inside of the city has spread. The two guests who lived in this inn were from Changling. You are obviously the accent of Changling, and they are the same as the teenager who passed on. Of course, they will not be others. "It's easy," the woman explained.

"It seems doomed to be annoying today."

Chewing the sticky sugar glutinous rice balls carefully, looking at the woman who shyly left, Ding Ning turned to look at Xue Wangxu and said: "Now everyone in Zheng Rencheng already thinks that we are guests of the grandfather of the family. In the end, the guests would rather find the trouble of the old master, and we will definitely have an abominable look in their eyes."

Xue Wangxue laughed. "Sometimes people feel that you are abominable, but you don't have to worry about it. This feeling is also very good. Especially when you don't need to care about their views."

...

Fire is on the rise, Zheng people sacrifice the stove god, not only for the stove to burn constantly, every meal can be full and warm, but also the meaning of the days getting more and more red.

Therefore, the timing of offering sacrifices to the gods is at the noon of the strongest sunlight.

However, the temple fair also covers the transaction of various goods, so since the early morning, Zhushan County has become more and more lively, and gradually there is a continuous flow of horses and horses.

When it was half an hour away from the timing, Dongtou and Xitou in Zhushan County simultaneously fired a cannon and drums sounded.

A group of people dressed in strange clothes and wearing various colorful masks on their faces first walked along the street and sang and danced.

This is the jumping god of Zheng Ren.

It is said that this way can communicate ghosts and gods, begging Kang An.

After these people, there was a high case carried by several people, with various offerings above them.

According to the rules, after the tribute of the tribute team set off, there was a team of people who invited the gods to lift the engraved Zaojun out of the street.

Swim a circle on the established route, and then return to the Huode Temple in Zaozhen Temple, accept the offerings, and then the major clans of Zhushan County, the officials and nobles take turns to incense.

At this time, in front of the Huode Temple, Zhixiang's desk was ready, and dozens of mahogany chairs were placed on both sides.

On the side of the open space not far from the Zhixiang desk, there was a handsome young man in costume, Feng Fenghan, the only grandson of the Feng family.

Feng Futang hurried towards him and whispered: "Xue Wangxu and the teenager named Ding Ning, it seems that he has no plans to leave the store."

"Speaking of leaving today, I didn't leave the store at this time. It seemed that I really had an idea." Feng Qinghan sneered contemptuously: "If there is an idea, then it's really hard to find oneself."

At the same time, several horse-drawn carriages parked deep in a quiet manor and waited.

In a small, elegant building in the garden, two maids are serving a man who looks like a man in his fifties at most.

A maid put a hot, soaked towel on the man's face and gently rubbed it.

The other maid was gently combing his dark hair roots with an agarwood comb.

The man was extremely patient, waiting for the heat from the towel to penetrate the skin on his face.

When the towel cooled, the maid changed a clean water towel to clean his face, and repaired the temples. Then he asked the middle-aged man who had been standing at the door: "Xue Wangxu said he hadn't gone yet?" "

The middle-aged man waiting at the door did not have the slightest dissatisfaction, replied clearly and quickly: "There is no way to go out."

"Do you really want to wait for me?"

"He Xue Xuexu can ignore the fate of life, but I am Qian Qianzhuo but it's a great cause. Why should I stand in the same position as him?"

"When I showed up, I told him not to show up."

The man who enjoyed the costumes of the two maids was naturally the grandfather of the Feng family. Feng Qianzhuo, the most beloved person in Zhushan County, after he said these words, he looked at the middle-aged man and said: "But To prevent accidents, let Mrs. Eight follow along, just don't arrange for her to sit down, just waiting with you."

...

The team of the jumping god is almost approaching Zheng Ren's stove temple.

"Good life follows me."

Seeing the time was almost the same, Xue Wangxu shot the peanut shell off him, looked at Ding Ning who had no interest in the third dish of salted peanuts in front of him, said this, and then got up.

The vast majority of pedestrians have already moved forward with the team of jumping gods, so the streets around this inn have been deserted.

However, Xue Wangxu was in front. Ding Ning followed Xue Wangxu for more than ten steps. Dozens of men in grey shirts had already walked out of the surrounding streets.

On all sides of the roof, there are also metal reflections.

A dark-skinned, but lean, powerful man walked in front of Xue Wangxu and Ding Ning more alertly. He wanted to speak, but he still had time to speak. Xue Wangxu just glanced at him lightly, he felt The two eyes of the other party hit like two giant hammers in his mind.

His legs could not help softening, and he almost sat down on the ground.

"You don't have a few masters in Feng Family. Unless Feng Qianzhuo comes in person, no one can stop me."

Xue Wangxu said with no interest.

With a puff, the dark, lean, powerful man spit out blood.

He bit the tip of his tongue, letting the pain make him more sober and calm.

"We can't stop you, but we can die."

The dark-skinned man had no fear at all, blood was flowing at the corner of his mouth, and he drew a short sword to his throat, sneeringly said: "In the future, it is Lord Xue Dong who is here for your own private enemies. Fight killing."

After a pause, the man looked at Xue Wangxu and then said in a cold voice: "I know Xue Dong’s major is Gao Jue, but you may be too late to stop many of us from committing suicide. And I can remind Master Xue Dong that we They are all Zheng people. Even though Master Xue Dong is not afraid of the anger of Her Majesty the Queen, things are going too far, and I think Baiyangdong will definitely pay more."

Looking at the fierce eyes of the man in front of him and many people around him, Xue Wangxu's brows were slightly wrinkled. He had considered that Feng Qianzhuo would prevent him from meeting Feng Qianzhuo, but did not expect that the other party would use such the way.

"You are a family prince. Do you want to rebel if you do this?" Just when he hesitated, Ding Ning's calm voice rang.

The dark-skinned man and many people around him who could sacrifice for the closure of the family looked at this Changling young boy incomprehensible. They didn't understand what Ding Ning meant.

"Originally we had no interest in such a temple fair, but we only heard from your stewards yesterday that this temple fair is different from the past. The most important thing is that there is a painting and calligraphy exhibition by Her Majesty the Queen. It is to pay attention to the painting and calligraphy of Her Majesty the Queen.” Ding Ning looked at the people around him calmly and said slowly and clearly: “Even if you don’t admit it now, but if you die, if you check it in the future, you can easily find you and The relationship of the Feng Family. We are going to pay tribute to the painting and calligraphy of the Queen, but you are desperate to prevent us from seeing. You Zheng people are desperate to stop us from admiring the calligraphy and painting of the Qin people. Don’t want to live, do you want to completely wipe out the clan?"

After finishing these words, Ding Ning pulled on Xue Wangxu's sleeves, and no longer looked at these people, and went on.

Xue Wangxu glanced at him with appreciative eyes, and said no more, and went straight ahead.

The dark man with the dagger and all the other Zheng people recalled Ding Ning's words, and cold sweat kept pouring out of their skin. In this cold weather, they quickly soaked their underwear.

"No wonder Wang Taixu is so convinced of you." Xue Wangxu turned his head to look at Ding Ning and said softly with a smile: "It's not just the ability to see things away from the clouds, it seems to be cleverly speaking, using big meaning to suppress these things. , You are also good at the extreme."

Ding Ning smiled coldly and said disdainfully: "Playing with the magic arts, bluffing people with the principles of life and death, how can people in this kind of mountainous place compare with people in Changling?"

Xue Wangxu laughed and said, "I just don't know what else to do with the Feng Family."

"See the tricks." Ding Ning glanced at him. "I heard that the best debater is not to give the other party a chance to speak and speak."

Xue Wangxu thought for a while and said, "It makes sense."

At the moment when the voice of his sentence sounded, a soft heaven and earth vitality emerged from his body.

He and Ding Ning's pace seemed to be the same as usual, but in the next moment, the figure of the two people was unimaginably fast. The pedestrians on the road only felt that there was wind blowing between the eaves on the side of the head, and in the blink of an eye, But I only saw two faint figures, like Yun He Miao disappeared.