Sometimes people are so awkward. Zhang Qian said before that he didn't understand astrology and divination, but Luo Huaizu refused to believe it. Now Zhang Qian was forced to admit that he knew astrology and divination, and Luo Huaizu felt that his intelligence was insulted. He roared at Zhang Qian's ears: "I have been born and died these days, but I can't even tell you the truth." Then he shook the reins and left like flying.

"Oh" Looking at the lonely back of this person, Zhang Qian couldn't help feeling a little guilty.

To be honest, if Luo Huaizu had not taken the initiative with righteousness, the counterattack against Baima Sect would have never been able to achieve such outstanding results. The scope of the counterattack would have been limited to within fifty miles of the Yangcheng Observatory. No matter how far it is, it would not be guaranteed that the servants could withdraw in time, nor could the concealment and success rate of the action be guaranteed.

However, no matter how guilty he felt, Zhang Qian firmly eliminated the idea of ​​explaining Luo Huaizu. The reason is very simple. This person has a kind of almost crazy persistence in establishing an absolutely fair Mohist ideal society. He will use all the opportunities he can see to instigate and even force familiar people to rebel and smash the world in front of him. He will sacrifice everything, including friends, family, and even himself. But he has no idea how to realize the Mohist ideal.

If Luo Huaizu knew that this time he came to Yangcheng, it was a matter from beginning to end, with the purpose of attracting enemies and causing serious damage. This person would definitely find out the truth and find who the layout was. If this person discovered it, the old fox Yang Feng was not so loyal to the court. This person would definitely try every means to put it on, and force Old Yang Feng to do more.

Although Zhang Qian didn't like the Tang Dynasty in front of him, Zhang Qian didn't want to smash it. First of all, Zhang Qian knew that he did not have the ability to quickly rebuild it after destroying the Tang Dynasty. Secondly, Zhang Qian knew clearly that the absolutely fair society that Luo Huaizu pursued was at least under the current productivity level. Secondly, it was also the most important point. Zhang Qian knew clearly that the darkness and disorder in front of him were temporary. "Driver Li" was twenty-two years old this year, and it was probably not a matter of time before he became Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty. The Kaiyuan prosperous era he liked and yearned for would surely come.

This is also the reason why Zhang Qian was disappointed with Li Xian, but he was not worried about Princess Taiping and Princess Anle, and he was not in a hurry to fight with them. According to the limited historical knowledge in his mind, Princess Anle and Princess Taiping will die in Li Longji's hands in a few years. Unless his head was trampled by a horse's hooves, who would compete with two dead people without the absolute victory?!

"When can you give me the formula of black medicine powder?" Luo Huaizu's voice suddenly rang in his ears again, interrupting Zhang Qian's chaotic thoughts.

Knowing that he turned around and returned, he was a little embarrassed. Without waiting for Zhang Qian to respond, Luo Huaizu gritted his teeth and muttered in a low voice, "I have promised your junior brother to protect you in close proximity until you return to Chang'an. I will never regret the promise I made."

"What price did he pay?" Zhang Qian immediately realized that the other party might have taken advantage of Ren Cong's concern for him and took advantage of the latter, and couldn't help but frown.

"That's a deal between me and him, you don't have to worry about it!" Luo Huaizu rolled his eyelids and responded angrily. Then, he urged again in a low voice: "The formula of black medicine powder is what you promised me. I'm going through life and death this time. Since I can't get back to your truth, you should pay me!"

"We agreed to be five years!" Zhang Qian thought about it and shook his head gently. Then, he quickly turned his gaze to the saddle of another horse behind him.

"That's some gold, I deserve it!" Luo Huaizu's face immediately began to turn red, but gritted his teeth and stressed. "I'm not trying to overturn the previous deal. I'm afraid that you will live in less than five years like this."

After saying that, he realized that this was a bit like a curse. He hesitated for a moment and explained angrily: "You offended Li Xian's sister and daughter, and you will encounter danger at any time. Leave a recipe for me, and at least you can leave some inheritance for Qin Mo. And I will have a reason to avenge you in the future."

"There is no need to take revenge. If there is really a day, you can run as far as you can!" Zhang Qian smiled, not taking Luo Huaizu's words at all. "As for the recipe of black gunpowder, don't worry, if I encounter danger, I will definitely write it out for you in advance. With your ability, it will definitely be fine to run away alone."

"That thing is called black gunpowder? Is it the same thing as the gunpowder in your fire dragon car?" Luo Huaizu immediately picked out the most useful part from Zhang Qian's words, and asked in a low voice with his eyes widened.

Zhang Qian also immediately discovered that he had been fooled by Luo Huaizu and rolled his eyelids at this person disdainfully, "The gunpowder contained in the Fire Dragon Car is called alcohol from my master. I have told you before! As for the relationship between black gunpowder and alcohol, it is even further apart from our two masters."

This sounded a bit hurtful, and Luo Huaizu immediately turned away again. However, less than half an hour later, he returned and began to bargain with Zhang Qian for the recipe of the alcohol additives.

Zhang Qian knew that his "drunk man's intention was not to drink", so he became more and more cautious in dealing with it. In this way, the two of them were not lonely on the road. They fought wits and courage, and they "fighted" from Yangcheng to the Yellow River Ferry.

The Yellow River in the eighth century had a lot more water than the Yellow River in the twenty-first century, and its width was several times that of the twenty-first century. In the eighth century, even the largest official ship, the load was only one hundred materials, and it could not hold too many people at all. Therefore, after bidding farewell to Zhou Quji and Yibaishuofang brothers, Zhang Qian formed three teams of officials, servants and equipment around him, and took turns to cross the river on the official ship. He himself, Luo Huaizu and Guo Nu, walked the last with fifty elite servants.

"It's really as you predicted that the White Horse Sect can't get enough people to come in Hedong!" After not seeing half of the bandit's shadow for several days, Luo Huaizu's palm itched and he whispered to the empty river surface.

Thinking that after returning to Weinan, he had to go to the academy to teach Xiaomao's children to practice martial arts and strengthen their bodies. He wanted to let the ferry not set sail. As soon as he finished speaking, a chaotic noise came from not far away. Immediately afterwards, Guo Jing, the head of the Guo family, ran up the pier with a breathless gaze, "Shaolangjun, Shaojian, there is an old monk named Huixiang who wants to take a boat. The brothers didn't let him come over, but he said that he was the best friend of Zhang Duwei of Gunzhou. He was holding the wine gourd of Zhang Duwei of Gunzhou!"

"Bald donkey, he actually used Uncle Zhang Shi as a threat." Guo Fu was shocked, pressed the hilt of the knife and jumped to jump to the shore, "Take him down for me, no matter how many people he has with him!"

However, his shoulder was firmly held down by Zhang Qian. The latter's face was rolling dark clouds, and the words he said were extremely calm. "Don't act rashly, be careful of making mistakes in his busy schedule! Since he dared to wait for me at the ferry, he would definitely be fearless. If you take him down or not, the result will be the same."

After saying that, he quickly raised his head and looked into the noisy part of the sound. At the same time, he quickly asked Guo Jing, "Does there be a follower by the old monk? Is there any other certificate beside the wine gourd?"

"No!" Guo Jing shook his head and reported truthfully, "He is only alone, with no other certificates except the wine gourd. He did not bring any weapons. I asked the brothers to search his body."

"It's rare to be brave!" Luo Huaizu heard this and suddenly became energetic. His fingers crossed and exerted force, clattering his joints, "You ask him to come up and ask him where Wei Zhang is at this moment? As long as he can give a place, I will be responsible for saving people. Don't worry, within three days, Zhang Shanchang will be found with all his beards and tails for you."

Except for Zhang Qian, who has the secret of black gunpowder, he actually doesn't care about anyone's life and death. However, the White Horse Sect kidnapped the mountain captain of the academy while he was away, which was equivalent to slapping him in the face. Therefore, even if Zhang Qian was not allowed to pay any price this time, he planned to take charge.

"Then please ask him to come to the boat and tell him, I have prepared tea and wait for him in the cabin!" Zhang Qian could not be calm and composed about Zhang Ruoxu's safety, but he knew that the more he was panicked, the more likely he was to be taken by his opponent. He simply gritted his teeth and ordered, and then strode into the cabin.

Guo Jing agreed and left quickly. Guo Nu and Luo Huaizu looked at each other, tacitly approaching the gangway for passengers to get on and off the boat.

I thought that the monk Huixiang dared to come alone to negotiate terms with Zhang Qian, and he must be a "Jing Ke" with unique skills. Unexpectedly, when the other party approached, he found that he was an old ascetic monk. The gauze robe on his body was patched with many patches, and the toes on his feet had long been exposed. However, the wine gourd that he used as a certificate was shining from top to bottom, and it was obvious that he had been used to playing with it all day long, so that the surface was covered with slurry.

"Amitabha, I'm here to help you. Please take me to see Mr. Zhang." Although the old monk Huixiang looked old, he was very angry. As soon as he stepped on the deck, he smiled and gave instructions to Guo Nu and Luo Huaizu.

"The boat will drive soon. After it comes up, it will be not easy to think about it!" Unsatisfied with the other party's thrust, Luo Huaizu frowned and said a pun.

"It's okay, my monk's original purpose was to take a sailboat across the river. As for paying homage to Zhang Shaojian, it was actually just a way!" The old monk Huixiang smiled as if he had just stolen a fox, and he had no feeling at the murderous aura that was coming to his face.

It was as if a punch hit the air, Luo Huaizu was so uncomfortable that he was flashed. However, he was unwilling to lose face. He sneered, turned around and left.

The old monk Huixiang followed with a smile, looking around, and leaning against each other with shameless face, "What do you call this hero? I see that you look so familiar, but I can't remember where you have met..."

"The surname is Luo, please call me Luo Da. As for the familiarity, I will be spared. The person Luo hates the most in this life is a monk." Luo Huaizu looked back at the other party and responded coldly.

"There are too many monks, and it is inevitable that they are of different quality, and it is inevitable that they are hated by others." The old monk Huixiang has a good temper. He knew that Luo Huaizu hated him, but he was not angry. He just followed the other party's words and said with a smile. "But good people and bad people cannot just see through the monk's robes. Otherwise, there will be no one who is not disgusted in the world, and the three hundred and sixty robes in the world, and the three hundred and sixty robes in the world, and the ones Luo Duke will look at each one, and there will be no one who is not disgusted!"

"I don't hate other businesses." Luo Huaizu quarreled, and had only lost to Zhang Qian in his life, so he would not be easily refuted by an old monk. He shrugged and sneered, "Only those who hate wearing monk's robes. Nine out of ten people can't get out of the world. He chanted Amitabha Buddha in his mouth, but he was thinking about men and women, good wine and meat."

"There are nine out of ten, and nine out of them are difficult to escape from the world. It's too few. The Lord Luo said too little!" The old monk Huixiang smiled without any offense at all with Luo Huaizu's words. He smiled and shook his head gently. "There are tens of thousands of monks who keep precepts in the world. According to my opinion, not to mention that nine out of ten are not focused on practice, one out of a hundred is overestimated."

"Huh?" As if another punch hit the air, Luo Huaizu was so uncomfortable that he was flashed again. He raised his eyebrows and asked with a sneer, "Haha, you monk, are honest. If ninety-nine out of the hundred monks could not see through the world, what would there be so many temples in the world? It would be like to demolish all the schools!"

"Miracle, wonderful!" Hui Xiang heard this and immediately laughed and slapped his hands. "There are so many students in the world who passed the Jinshi, Mingjing, and Mingjuan, all of which are less than one hundred. What should I do in the school? What if they are all broken up and built into a pigpen?"

Unexpectedly, what he said just now was actually sent back by the old monk after changing his face. Luo Huaizu was caught off guard. His eyes glared and then glared. For a while, he couldn't find any suitable words to fight back.

At this moment, the deck under his feet suddenly shook, but Guo Nu was determined to scare the old monk Na, and quietly ordered the boatman to untie the cables and set sail.

Luo Huaizu was very skilled in martial arts. His legs and feet were exerted slightly, and his body was kept calm and balanced. However, the old monk Huizi was shaken as if he was drunk and fell directly into the sky.

"Be careful!" Luo Huaizu was very happy when he saw the old monk being thrown miserably. But he pretended to stretch out his hand and placed it three feet above the deck, trying to support him.

"Thank you, donor, ah!" The old monk Huixiang struggled to reach out and grab Luo Huaizu's wrist, but because his arms were too short, he grabbed the empty space and fell heavily again, and once again his feet were facing the sky.

The wine gourd rolled far away on the deck. Guo Nu, who happened to walk over, saw it, immediately bent down and snatched it in his hand, and carefully argued.

The old monk Huixiang was lying on the deck without anyone pulling it, so he didn't rush to stand up. He raised his hands to Guo Nu, "Amitabha, thank you for your help. This thing was given by his old friend Zhang Wengruoxu at the beginning of the year. On the surface, there were words burned by him with his own hands. It would be a pity if he broke it."

"Hmm?" Guo Nu was suspicious and looked down at it. Sure enough, on the surface of the gourd, he saw the two big words "Take Worry" and distinguished the handwriting and confirmed that it was written by Zhang Ruoxu.

"What did you say? When did you get this gourd?" Luo Huaizu keenly noticed that time was wrong, bent down, and grabbed the old monk's wrist.

"Oh, be careful, donor, be careful that the old monk's old bone was removed by you." The old monk stood up lightly and complained loudly, as if he had suffered a lot in Luo Huaizu's hands.

"You said, when did you get this gourd? Where is Zhang Shan growing?" Luo Huaizu had no intention of going around the corner with him, pulled him hard to him, and asked condescendingly.

"At the beginning of the year, it's either twenty or twenty-five." The old monk Huixiang seemed to be scared to the side and responded with aggrieved look on his face, "What's wrong, is this gourd not good? What's wrong with Chief Zhang? Oh, the old monk remembered it. He said he wanted to be Chief in the school."

"Don't interrupt, where is Zhang Shanchang now?" Luo Huaizu refused to be fooled, whether the old monk was full of grievance or pretended to realize it.

"Of course he is his mountain leader in Weinan. The old monk hasn't seen him for a while and is about to visit him and fill the wine gourd!" The old monk Huixiang stared with his eyes wide open and his face was innocent.

"You, don't you tie him up?" Luo Huaizu could not believe his ears, but he held the fingers on the old monk's wrist, but he relaxed a lot without realizing it.

"Kidnap? Amitabha!" The old monk Huixiang took the opportunity to break free from his wrist, took two steps back, and chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice, "Where did the donor come from this? I have been with Shiweng for more than 30 years, how could it be so malicious? What's more, he doesn't drink every day. I tied his ticket and was drunk by him in less than three days. How could he tied him up for half a year!"

Not to mention half a year or more than twenty days ago, Luo Huaizu saw Zhang Ruoxu teaching students at Chengxian Academy with his own eyes. He immediately knew that everyone had misunderstood the old monk. However, he refused to admit his mistake. He stamped his feet and whispered: "You monk, since you are the best friend of Zhang Shanzhu, why did you never explain it clearly? I almost treated you as the evil monk who tied Zhang Shanzhu and came to talk about the number!"

"Amitabha!" Hui Xiang proclaimed the Buddha's name again, with a grievance on his face, "The donor wronged the poor monk. I said more than once before that he was Zhang Shanchang's friend, and wanted to take a sailboat. He also took the gourd in the donor's hand as evidence."

"Don't blame Zen Master! It's me who misunderstood Zen Master." Guo Nu's face turned red when he was said, and he quickly returned the gourd to Hui Xiang. "I offended you so much before, so please forgive me."

"It's okay, it's okay, you're also concerned, it's messy!" Hui Xiang held up the gourd with one hand, as if he was dragging a powerful magic weapon. "If Shi Weng knew that you were so worried about him, you would probably be happy and would drink several large bowls."

When Guo Nu heard this, he felt more and more guilty. However, Luo Huaizu still did not relax his vigilance in his heart. He smiled and stretched out his hand to grab the gourd on Hui Xiang's hand. "The mountain captain has been busy with academy affairs recently and has drunk much less wine. He used to be only enough for two days to drink such a large gourd wine. Now, I'm afraid he may not be able to finish it in ten or half a month."

I thought Hui Xiang would dodge, but unexpectedly, she easily grabbed the gourd in her hand. While shaking, she could faintly hear the sound of water coming from the gourd.

"Wine is a poison that penetrates the intestines. You can drink less, of course it's better to drink less!" I don't know if it was really impossible to see that Luo Huaizu was checking the gourd, or if it was intentional. The old monk Huixiang nodded with a smile.

"Why is the Zen master still obsessed with the wine from the mountain president?" Luo Huaizu opened the gourd stopper and sniffed it. He made sure it was indeed water inside, and asked with a smile.

"The Buddha said, if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?" The old monk Huixiang suddenly put away his smile, put his hands together, and his face full of compassion.

Luo Huaizu reacted extremely sharply and stepped back decisively. He was about to give it a try with the old monk, but after he finished chanting a slogan, he quickly replied to the previous smile Maitreya look. He stretched out his hand and whispered, "Master Luo, please give me back to me. You are useless to take it. I took it, but I put it in wine and water!"

Luo Huaizu completely couldn't figure out what medicine was selling in the old monk's "gourd". After hesitating for a moment, he was about to hand over the gourd back. At this moment, Zhang Qian's smile was already heard at the door of the cabin behind him: "Since he is an acquaintance of Uncle Shi, how can he keep the gourd empty? Luo Chan's Office gave the gourd to my junior brother and filled it with white chrysanthemums. When he got off the boat, he would take it away for the Zen master!"

"Yes, Master!" Luo Huaizu was flexible and immediately understood what Zhang Qian meant, and agreed to throw the gourd to Guo Nu. Although the latter, although in his heart, had already confirmed that the monk was not an accomplice of the White Horse Sect, he decisively took the gourd and ran into the bottom warehouse quickly.

"Thank you, Mr. Zhang!" The old monk Huixiang smiled with his eyebrows and folded his hands together to salute Zhang Qian, and then praised him with a smile, "I have heard from Shiweng that Zhang Shaojian is generous and generous and treats others sincerely. When I see you today, it turns out to be true."

"The Zen Master is too rewarded!" He had long listened to the conversation between this person and Luo Huaizu and Guo Nu. Zhang Qian knew that Zhang Ruoxu had not been kidnapped, his mind was calm and his mind was as flexible as usual. "Since he was a drinker from Uncle Shi, Zhang should treat him well. The waves on the river are big, so the Zen Master should be careful to rest. Zhang was seasick, so he would not have a tea with the Zen Master."

"Let's wait!" Unexpectedly, Zhang Qian didn't even leave time for himself to talk nonsense. Hui Xiang's arrangements were instantly beaten into chaos. He quickly stepped forward and said in a deep voice: "I have something to do, so I need to discuss with the donor."

"The Zen master wants to take a boat, but now he is on the boat!" Zhang Qian smiled without looking back. "The Zen master likes to drink, so I have asked my junior brother to pretend. As for the others, Zhang and Zen master have never met each other, so it is better not to mention Zen master."

"This..." When encountering a move that was not normal, the old monk Huixiang was in chaos. He wanted to continue chasing, but Luo Huaizu blocked his way. He had no choice but to grit his teeth and stamp his feet, and shouted loudly: "When Shaojian saw Shiweng's wine gourd, he was worried that he would be kidnapped. Could it be that he would have to rest assured if he couldn't see the wine gourd, he thought he would be at ease? There are tens of thousands of monks in the world, and the young minister did not leave any room for anything to do. Could it be that he was not afraid that there would be a few evil people in the monks to take revenge on your family and friends?"

"You bald donkey, you are indeed an accomplice of the White Horse Sect!" Luo Huaizu finally confirmed the identity of the old monk, pulled out the horizontal knife, and slashed him towards him.

Hui Xiang changed his old appearance and easily avoided the blade like a monkey. Then, while dealing with Luo Huaizu with bare hands, he continued to shout at Zhang Qian: "Donor, listen to my words. I am not a member of the White Horse Sect, and I have no malice towards you. But the donor cannot do anything too extreme. Otherwise, even if the White Horse Sect cannot take revenge on you, it will take revenge on the person you care about. At that time, you will definitely be unable to guard against it!"
Chapter completed!