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Chapter 127 Jinling is good, red clothes are better
The small pond is like green eyes, gazing at the golden sky, and a pair of little white geese are admiring their own shadows in the water with their heads sideways.The leaves of the maple trees in the valley are red like a ball of fire, whether they have drunk too much wine.

A gust of wind blows, rolls up pieces of maple leaves and dances in the air, circling continuously, circling into the ancient city, into a courtyard of the ancient city, the fiery red leaves fall on the side of the woman in the fiery red robe with the knife , complement each other.

When the strong wind blows, thousands of piles of wind and dust are rolled up. Xue Hongyi wears the sword that cuts the river and breaks the lake, and holds the handle of the knife in one hand. He strode out the door, walking on the street, passing through the crowds, and the red clouds in the sky in the evening are also The color of blood fell to the ground, shining on the red dress.

"Hei boy, where's your young master?"

When Xue Hongyi entered the inn, Heitou happened to be holding a pot of steamed buns and biting one in his mouth. As soon as he looked up, he saw Xue Hongyi, his eyes widened. He stood up and was about to run, but hesitated again. He picked up the pot of steamed buns on the table.

As soon as he ran, Xue Hongyi grabbed the collar from the first year, trembling all over, trying to swallow the steamed buns in his mouth, but it got stuck, his forehead was sweating from anxiety, he never forgot The last time he was slapped by Xue Hongyi made him dizzy and was tied up for a whole day.

This shadow is unforgettable for a lifetime.

"I won't hit you today, I'm here to find Du Ruo." Xue Hongyi said.

Heitou was choked by a mouthful of steamed buns, and Xue Hongyi held his collar and strangled his throat. He couldn't breathe, his eyes were turning white, but he could only make a babbling sound.

Fortunately, at this time, Wang Que came down from upstairs stretching his waist, took a steamed bun from Heitou's hand, patted Heitou's chest lightly, and immediately spit out a mouthful of steamed bun from Heitou's mouth, panting deeply. With a sigh of relief, he hurriedly said: "Xue Butou, my young master is going to attend the Luming Banquet. He went there this morning and won't be back until evening. If you have something urgent, I'm afraid you will have to wait!"

Xue Hongyi let go of Heitou's collar. At that moment, Heitou, who survived the catastrophe, didn't care about other things, and ran upstairs with the steamed buns in his hand. Soon, there was a sound of closing the door upstairs.

Xue Hongyi didn't care about the black head, but slowly turned around and looked at Wang Que by the window.

Wang Que was holding a cup of tea and eating steamed buns, when he suddenly turned around, smiled at Xue Hongyi, and said, "Why, Xue Tutou, you want to eat steamed buns, I only have one, you have to pay for it yourself .”

Xue Hongyi stared at Wang Que closely, walked over slowly, took out the Jiang Zhan knife and put it on the table, she also slowly sat in front of Wang Que, and said coldly, "You know me?"

Wang Que smiled, and said: "There are not many people in Jianghu who don't know Xue Tutou who cut the river and smashed the lake with one knife."

Xue Hongyi's hand slowly rested on the Zhanjiang Knife, and with a sound of "Cheng", the knife came out of its sheath, and a ray of icy white light drifted across.

Just half an inch out of the sheath of the knife, Wang Que's eyes were fixed, he stretched out his hand, put it on the handle of the knife, and pushed the knife that was about to be out of the sheath in.

At this moment, Xue Hongyi suddenly slapped it with his palm, and the air suddenly dispersed in all directions. The majestic internal force fluctuations carried a gust of wind, blowing Wang Que's unwashed hair for many days.

Wang Que was still resting on the handle of the knife, tilted his head slightly, leaned down, and half-lyed on the stool, seeing that small hand was about to be slapped, he hurriedly shouted: "Xue catcher!" Head, I did not break the law!"

A ray of internal energy surged in the palm of his hand, Xue Hongyi was slightly startled, looked at Wang Que who was half lying on the stool, snorted coldly, took it back, and said, "Who are you, why are you by Du Ruo's side? What's the matter?" Purpose?"

Wang Que picked up the steamed bun that fell on the ground, patted it lightly, and said aggrievedly: "Xue Butou, you just fight with me for this matter, there is no need, you are a member of the yamen!"

"Stop talking nonsense," Xue Hongyi said, "Your martial arts are so high, and you are close to the new imperial examination candidates. I have reason to suspect that you are plotting something wrong. Don't try to reason with me. I don't like to hear it."

"Yes, yes, yes, I am unreasonable," Wang Que took a bite of the steamed bun and said, "I didn't deliberately get close to Brother Du. I was also a candidate for the provincial examination, but I didn't It just so happened that Brother Du felt that my martial arts skills were barely passable, so he invited me to go to Shuzhong with him. ..."

The corner of Xue Hongyi's mouth twitched, and interrupted: "Okay, what are you talking about!"

"Hey," Wang Que grinned, raised his brows, and said softly, "Xue Catcher, you are so nervous, Brother Du, do you have an affair with Brother Du..."

"Cheng"

The knife is out of its sheath.

Wang Que hastily put away his hippie smiling face, raised his hands, and said solemnly: "I'm here, Wang Que, I've met Xue Butou, I have a bad mouth, Xue Butou has a lot, please forgive me!"

Xue Hongyi snorted coldly, put away the knife, looked at Wang Que for a while, and said, "Are you Wang Que, the mad student from the Sanxi Township Examination?"

"Yes, yes, I dare not be a mad student, I dare not be."

"I've never heard of your martial arts being so high."

"Walking in the rivers and lakes, you can't overwhelm yourself with too many skills!"

Xue Hongyi stood up, looked at Wang Que, and said, "When Du Ruo comes back, please send me a message. The yamen has an urgent order that I will leave Jinling now, and tell him to take care of himself!"

"Okay, it must be delivered."

Wang Que watched Xue Hongyi out of the inn with a smile, and the smile on his face became even wider. He chewed the steamed buns, his eyes sparkled, and he muttered: "Interesting, interesting, this knife is so beautiful, if it can be more beautiful and colorful , dying under this knife should be a kind of enjoyment!"

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A gust of wind blows, and the ginkgo leaves rustle, as crisp as a wind chime. It is blown scattered, and a few branches and leaves fall down from time to time, and fall on the side of the flaming person, and gradually go away. Like a raging fire, it burned away and dyed half of the sky red.

In a certain alley, a few young people came out chatting and laughing happily. The one in a robe was Du Ruo. A strong wind blew up the street, and a lot of withered and yellow ginkgo leaves were rolled up, and the hair on the ears and temples fluttered slightly.

When the countless golden ginkgo leaves floated over, he raised his head, just in time to see the Huoshaoyun on the other side of the day, it was really like a big fire burning, and the long cloud in the cloud seemed to be a red dress Floating by, leaving behind a path of fire.

Several people stopped in their tracks.

"The autumn waters are as long as the sky and the same color..."

"It's not right, it should be, the trees are all in autumn, and the mountains and mountains are only in the sunset."

"It's not quite right, my little brother thinks the situation is high and windy, and the mountains and mountains are yellow and leaves are flying."

"It's not right for you, you might as well ask Brother Du, do you have a good opinion on this scene?"

Du Ruo looked at the burning cloud, with a slight corner of his mouth, he murmured:

Mountains, rivers, lakes and seas are not suitable

It should be that there are red clothes in Jinling

Suddenly, the slanting sun in the sky passed by the grass and trees, using the tranquility of the south of the Yangtze River to boil it into colored ink, the splash of ink on the south of the Yangtze River is full of love, quietly golden, quietly ginkgo leaves, taking advantage of the fiery red drifting lazy long streets and alleys.

Dots of mottled sprinkled on the ground, dotted with Chu Tianfang and several people, looking at Du Ruo, who was walking away on the bluestone slab, looked at each other for a long time, and suddenly said in surprise: "Okay, good poem, Brother Du, the second half of the poem Woolen cloth?"

Du Ruo, who was already far away, woke up in a start, looked back with a smile, and said, "I'll...see you again, come again!"

"Goodbye? Who are you meeting?"

Du Ruo smiled slightly, without words, raised his eyes, looked very far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far away, seeing the prosperity of half of the city supported by the long wind, and seeing the red clothes dyed for a lifetime.

"Well, Jinling is good, and Hongyi is even better!"

(End of this chapter)