Fang Jie got off the carriage, smiled and asked the guard captain who was catching up quickly: "Master, what else can you do?"
The captain who looked to be about forty years old strode up, looked at Fang Jie and was silent for a while and said: "If you can after I go back, please say congratulations to everyone for me I am a soldier of Prince Zhong, Prince. On the day when the Red Sleeves were opened, they did not regard us as mere pawns as humble soldiers, but specially opened dozens of tables to invite those of us who could not stand the table to have a drink After the banquet was over, we were divided into various armies, and we have not been there since. It has been eleven years since I met the prince, and I still dream about the drunkenness that night."
This person turned out to be a soldier of Prince Zhong back then!
Fang Jie's heart was shocked and he solemnly said: "Don't worry, everyone will tell you when I see the news."
"Thank you very much"
The captain clasped his fists in return, turned and left.
The big dog let out a long sigh of relief and took off the steel-thorn gloves he had quietly put on again and stuffed them into his cuffs. Fang Jie looked at the captain's leaving figure, and for some reason his heart was filled with a sad emotion. In the past few days, he had heard the name of Prince Zhong Yang Qi many times, and every story about this man made his heart surge.
Assisting the current emperor to ascend the throne is a great treasure, and his achievements are unparalleled. If he does not leave the court, he will always be the one standing at the front of the civil and military officials. But when he was about to reach the peak of his life, he quietly went down the mountain and managed his own piece of scenery at the foot of the mountain.
The more he thought about it, the more curious Fang Jie became about what happened ten years ago to make such a wise man like him give up everything he owned and run away.
There has been no news for ten years, where has he gone?
Is he still alive?
But soon, Fang Jie shook off all these sad thoughts. What he has to consider now is not whether the legendary figure of the Sui Dynasty is still alive, but how people like himself can live well. Shen Qingshan said that the person behind the scenes had set a time limit of fifteen years. After fifteen years, the person behind the scenes would have a way to get Fang Jie back. It was already the fifteenth year before leaving Fan Gu, but half a year has passed and nothing seems to have changed.
So Fang Jie is even more worried.
Since that person has spent so much effort to set up this fifteen-year situation that makes people feel that there is no clue, there is no reason to give up halfway. And what kind of role do I play in this game? What kind of identity was imposed on me when I came to this world? All these things make people have to worry about them very tightly at all times.
It¡¯s just that no matter how he analyzes or speculates, he can¡¯t guess why there will be changes in fifteen years.
Because there was a person who turned something somewhere in the west upside down. The person who made the layout had to deal with the immediate crisis first, and temporarily ignored the control of the other party's solution.
But that doesn¡¯t mean he gives up.
The carriage left Chang'an City smoothly, and several people couldn't help but breathe a little sigh of relief. Fang Jie, who was sitting on the carriage, looked back at the majestic city, at the city wall that was so high that it reached the clouds, at the people coming and going at the city gate, at the soldiers wearing armor, and then at the Looking at the waving Sui national flag above the city gatethe meaning in his eyes is very complicated.
He spent the three years in Fan Gu preparing to establish a stable foothold in the imperial capital, but he had to leave this place only half a month after entering the city. All the previous efforts have turned into water flowing in the east, rushing over the sea and never returning. All the plans and calculations are inferior to the unstoppable change. The dream is washed away by a splash of yellow urine and disappears without a trace.
"Fang Jie, why didn't you inform Henggang and Qilin?"
The big dog couldn¡¯t help but ask.
"If we inform the four of them, the strength around us will not be so thin. It's a long way to go to Qingle Mountain After all, the four of us seem a little inadequate."
"Now there are four people. When we came from Fangu, there were only three people."
Fang explained.
The big dog was startled. He was about to say something when he was interrupted by Fang Jie: "Everyone has the right to choose how to live in the future. The four of them finally broke away from my dream that has caused them pain for fifteen years. Why go there again?" To force them back? And today, even if you try to pull them back, you may not be able to pull them back."
The big dog was silent, he knew that Fang Jie was right.
The fifteen-year period has passed. Henggang and Qilin have managed to survive today. They have no reason or need to follow Fang Jie to take risks again. Now they are following Mo Ningzhi and the Taoists from Yiqiguan in Qingle Mountain, and they are in the imperial capital, so they are safe.
Only fools continue to take risks.Fang Jie smiled and said: "Most people in this world are normal, and fools are always rare. It is not easy to gather four fools now. At least there are enough people to beat them when you are bored. Playing cards with four fools must be fun."
At this moment, Fang Jie¡¯s eyes suddenly froze.
Directly in front of the official road, a man squatted in the middle of the road.
He squatted there with his head lowered, not knowing what he was looking at intently. The man held a small wooden stick as thick as his finger and drew circles on the official road. He was wearing a black Taoist robe, and the clothes were embroidered with very complicated patterns. It's hard to tell where those lines start and where they end. Endless, round and round.
??????????????????????????????????????????????????????? The identity of a Taoist of the Dao Sect can be identified by looking at his clothes. Those wearing gray cotton robes are the most ordinary disciples, while those wearing blue robes have a higher status. The blue robe can only be worn by the elders of the sect, while the bright red robe is the attire of a priest, and his status is respected. There is only one person in Yiqiguan who can wear the jet black Taoist robe, and that is Master Xiao.
But the man squatting in front is obviously not the world-famous Taoist leader.
Fang Jie waved his hand to signal the carriage to stop, and walked over slowly.
"Xiang Qingniu, what are you doing?"
Fang Jie walked up to the fat man squatting on the ground and asked.
Xiang Qingniu raised his head and glanced at Fang Jie, then pointed to the official road. He drew several circles layer upon layer on the official road. There were a few ants running back and forth in the circle, seemingly unable to find their way home.
"I just want to see if a few panicked ants can rush out of this circle."
Xiang Qingniu replied seriously.
Fang Jie looked at the few ants in the circle that were crawling back and forth but could not find their way in. He was silent for a while and said, "No matter how big the circle is, the ants will still be able to crawl out."
"Wrong"
Xiang Qingniu said word by word: "The ants can crawl out of the first circle I draw, but I can draw the second circle, the third circle, and many circles. No matter how hard the weak ants try, they will always be able to escape." I can't escape. Because I have a small stick in my hand, I can draw hundreds of circles at will. How can the ants escape from one circle? "
Fang Jie did not answer because he knew that Xiang Qingniu was right. The ants are too weak, and the person who draws the circle is too powerful compared to the ants. As long as the person drawing the circle is willing, he can keep playing until he loses interest. If he gets bored, tired, or fed up, he will easily crush all the ants to death with that little stick.
"How about it? Isn't what you just said very profound? I'm squatting here and drawing circles to enlighten you. Isn't this action very like an expert from this world?"
asked Xiang Qingniu, who was squatting on the ground.
Fang Jie nodded and said: "The truth seems to be correct at all, but your image of squatting here and drawing circles and playing with ants is really stupid."
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"Why are you here?"
Fang explained the question.
¡°You¡¯re not just trying to pretend to be an enigmatic Taoist master, then you stole a jet-black Taoist robe and squatted here playing with ants, waiting for me to come, and quickly pretended to be cool for me to see, right?¡±
Before Xiang Qingniu, who was angry and had nothing to say, could reply, Fang Jie suddenly turned serious and asked seriously: "If you are really waiting for me, thenhow did you know that I would come?"
Xiang Qingniu snorted coldly and said: "I have been talking for a long time and you still haven't understood anything at all. It was in vain that I boasted for you for a long time in front of my senior brother and said that you are the smartest person in the world. Let me ask you, I What were you doing just now?¡±
¡°Draw circles and play with ants.¡±
Fang Jie answered.
Xiang Qingniu asked again: "Who is the ant?"
Fang Jie was silent for a while, then raised his finger and pointed at the tip of his nose and asked, "You mean me?"
"Congratulations, you are finally not hopelessly idiotic."
Xiang Qingniu snorted and said: "You think you can leave the imperial capital without anyone noticing, as if you have never appeared here? Shit! Did you see the stick in my hand? It can be easily The strength to crush you ants. For example, the Imperial Guards Office, the Dali Temple, the Criminal Department, these yamen are all like this stick. Just poke you lightly and you will turn into a pile of rotten flesh. It¡¯s inconspicuous rotten meat.¡±
"The reason why this stick is only drawing circles instead of crushing you to death is because someone at a very high level that you don't know has spoken for you, so that the stick has not been pressed down so far, but it does not mean that it will not be pressed down. Will press down.?
Fang Jie frowned, and then asked: "The only thing that can prevent the stick from being poked down is the hand holding the stick."
Xiang Qingniu couldn't help but applaud and laugh: "I said you are still smart enough, so guess who made the hand holding the stick stop temporarily and didn't stab you to death with a small wooden stick?"
"Is it you?"
Fang Jie asked in surprise.
Xiang Qingniu took a breath and straightened his chest, which made even girls jealous, and said proudly: "Of course it's me!"
"Let's go"
He said.
"where to?"
Fang explained the question.
Xiang Qingniu smiled proudly and said: "There is a tea shop on the roadside not far ahead. Although the tea sold is only the cheapest tea bricks, pedestrians who walk there are about to enter Chang'an City. Because I must be thirsty after walking for a long time, the sound of this tea shop is ridiculously good. It is said that at least hundreds of bowls of tea can be sold every day. One penny for each bowl of tea is also a lot of income Of course, this It¡¯s not the key, the key is¡ there¡¯s a stick waiting for you in front of you, a very hard stick, so if you don¡¯t want to get poked, you¡¯d better walk faster.¡±
Xiang Qingniu said seriously: "If he doesn't like you, or if you don't show the strength to let him decide to show mercy, then he will still stab you to death."
"Then why should I go?"
Fang Jie rolled his eyes at him and said.
"Because you can't run away."
Xiang Qingniu turned around and went ahead, saying as he walked: "If you don't believe it, you can try it."
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Several wooden shacks built on the roadside, a dozen clean tables and dozens of wooden stools constitute this tea shop that welcomes at least hundreds of people every day. Of course, there is also the big pot of tea. Boiled water.
Fang Jie asked Mu Xiaoyao Daquan and Shen Qingshan to stay where they met Xiang Qingniu, and he followed Xiang Qingniu here.
Far away, Fang Jie was keenly aware that there were a few people in this tea shop who deserved special attention. Sitting next to the table on the right were four men in brocade robes. There were large tea bowls in front of them, but they had not drank a sip of water in the tea bowls, which were still very full.
There was only one person sitting at the table in the middle, a man of unknown age. He looked like he was only thirty years old, but if he looked closely, he felt that he was already fifty years old. There are no wrinkles on his face, but the vicissitudes of life in his eyes would never be so strong if he had not experienced many joys, sorrows, and even life and death.
There is also a person sitting at the table on the far left.
A flawless young man dressed in white who looks handsome and beautiful. Sit quietly, like a white lotus standing alone in the world. He was drinking tea with his head lowered, looking at the tea bowl in his hand. But for some reason, Fang Jie always felt that this person's eyes were always staring at him.
There is a curtain around the innermost part of the tea shop, which is obviously the place where the owner of the tea shop rests. Looking inside, there was a vague figure sitting, sitting very upright.
"Let's go"
Xiang Qingniu pointed to the man sitting next to the table in the middle and said: "Death and life are only between his thoughts. I can only help you to beg him to listen to your explanation. As for whether he can listen to it." Just do your best.¡±
After saying this, Xiang Qingniu turned around and left. Fang Jie asked in a low voice: "What are you going to do?"
Xiang Qingniu said without looking back: "Three things. The first is that I can't hold it in anymore and I have to poop. The second is to use the time while pooping to recall the blessing scripture in "Tao Zu Shuo" How to recite the mantra. Third buy the cheapest thin willow coffin and prepare it. I can only help you so far."