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The boy with red hemorrhoids on his eyebrows looked at the smiling boy. Zhao Yang felt nervous, his body tense, and he was completely involuntarily.

When he was fighting with Zixiaxian and Xu Nanshan in life and death, the closer Zhao Yang was to them, the more he felt calm he was.

Even if he was entangled with Zhengyang Mountain and was chased and killed, Zhao Yang probably had the intention to die from the beginning.

Although I would be afraid afterwards, no matter how my life was hanging on the line during the fight, Zhao Yang was not nervous, and of course he might not care about it at all.

The only time I remembered the tension was competing with my peers from Xinghua Lane. In the evenly matched battle at the Fairy Tomb, Zhao Yang's palm was actually full of sweat at the time.

Zhao Yang's almost instinctive keen intuition, Cui Feng seemed not surprised at all.

Since Cui Feng dared to provoke the unfathomable Old Man Yang in Laoci Mountain, of course it was not a mysterious trick.

Otherwise, the military saint Master Jin, who was on the 11th floor, would not have become afraid.

He deliberately turned a blind eye to the nervousness that the straw sandal boy could not hide, diverted his sight.

Facing the Grand Secretary's House, which has a very story with Dali Capital City, stretched out a finger, and his expression was still warm and attentive, explaining:

"The Confucianism is the only way to be willing to do, the Taoism is natural, and the Buddhists do not seek outside, the military savages fight bullfighting, four plaques, twelve words,

It contains the magnificent and abundant divine intention of the writer, and the four saints of the three religions and families who set the rules here,

They deliberately left some of the energy in this place. You see that the objects in the hand of the minister were specially used to uncover the monument, with the purpose of peeling off the spirit in those words layer by layer.

The first stele is definitely the most similar to the ‘original’, with similar shapes and spirits. The later it goes, it will become further and further away from the original appearance of the original, and of course the value will become smaller and smaller.

I think that except for the four words "Mo Xiang Out", I can barely hold on to it six times, and the other three plaques may not be able to hold on to it four times, especially the military sects' aura of bullfighting. It seems that two words died not long ago, so the work can be finished after two times."

Zhao Yang was a little shocked. It turned out that there were so many tricks here. The characters were not just arranged in books, or written Spring Festival couplets hanging on the wall, or the names of the deceased person were engraved on the tombstone.

Zhao Yang had no reason to remember the words that Mr. Kong gave him and the prescriptions of the young Taoist Master Ye.

Cui Xian continued: "The papers that are used as stele are extremely expensive, and each one is as thick as a piece of wood.

It is a unique treasure of the Zhengao Sect of Taoism in Biezhou. It is called Fenglei Paper. When writing, the tip of the pen rubs against the paper, causing a gust of wind and thunder. Our Emperor and His Majesty also don’t have much storage, so he is reluctant to use it at all.

Occasionally, I would take it out to reward the ministers of meritorious deeds, or at the end of the year to a certain yamen in the six ministries, so this time the Ministry of Rites was determined to win those words.

Our future Mr. Wu is too focused and wants to grasp everything and grasp it steadily.

I guess I will encounter obstacles everywhere in the town. The prefect who destroys the family and the county magistrate of the family elsewhere will be considered difficult to come to him."

Zhao Yang is like listening to the heavenly books.

Although the boy around him spoke very much, Zhao Yang did not think he was talking nonsense.

The young man with a little cinnabar on his eyebrows said that he was not a official from Dali and did not seem to be a fake.

But at that time, he appeared in the blacksmith shop and followed the supervisor Wu Yuan. Master Jin said that it might be Mr. Wu’s companion to study.

The so-called book boy is the guy who was carrying a bookcase next to him when his young master was studying abroad.

But Zhao Yang can now be sure that the handsome boy in front of him who claims to be nicknamed Fat Tiger is definitely not simple.

In Zhao Yang's impression, among all the people he knew, a small group of people were very special, such as Old Man Li at the entrance of the village, who was always silent and often spoke in curses.

But every time Old Man Li enters the mountain, his whole spirit is particularly good, giving people the illusion that he is more vigorous than a young man.

For example, Old Man Yang from Yang's Pharmacy Store is very fair. No matter how bad the relationship with you is, he will not treat you anything, but no matter how good the relationship with you is, he will not deliberately give you more.

There is also Chen Guliang, who had just met for a while, and he also had a sense of heroism on his body.

And the competition in Xinghuaxiangxiangwu, which reveals its true face, is full of sharpness and hostility.

The same is true for this Cui Wei, who is nicknamed Fat Tiger.

Just like this group of gods and fairies, Zhao Yang even felt that even if Zhenjun Jie Jiang was in front of him, Cui Lai's eyes and face were so careless.

Of course, only Liu Baqiao from Fenglei Garden can be compared with the young talkative person.

The boy suddenly asked with a smile: "Zhao Yang, can you take me to the yard of Wu Danggui's home?"

Zhao Yang tightened his heart and seemed to ask casually: "But the archway has not yet dispersed?"

When the boy smiled and squinted his eyes, he looked like a handsome fox fairy with no harm.

"I know you are worried that I have bad intentions. Let me tell you the truth. I am very familiar with Wu Danggui's younger brother.

He was actually very curious about how his brother lived in the town for more than ten years, so he entrusted me to see it with his own eyes, and after returning to the capital, he would talk to him."

Zhao Yang asked, "Since he is a brother to Wu Danggui, can't he ask by himself?"

The boy snapped his fingers and praised, "Zhao Yang, you are very smart. You have found the loophole so quickly."

Zhao Yang was a little unable to keep up with this guy's idea.

The boy rubbed his eyebrows and said helplessly: "He and the older brother Angry Ng, who has never been masked,

Because of the parents, the brothers had a bad relationship before they met. The dirty things in the family of the wealthy family,

Just as there are many trivial matters in Xinghua Lane, Jincheng Lane.

So you have to be considerate.”

Zhao Yang asked with a smile: "If I don't agree, will you cause trouble for me?"

The young man looked puzzled, then pointed at his nose and said aggrievedly: "I look like a vicious person?

Look at me, stare at me with my eyes wide open, is I like the kind of person who wants to kill the whole family if you have a disagreement?"

Zhao Yang honestly replied: "It doesn't look like it."

The boy gasped, "Why don't you think of good words?"

He wrapped his hands around his chest and snorted coldly: "If you don't want to take me there, then I'll ask for my own direction."

Zhao Yang asked, "You don't have the keys and can't even get in the yard. What did you see when you went there?"

The boy's face showed a beating expression of "You Zhao Yang is too young" and he smiled and said nothing.

Zhao Yang is very familiar with this kind of smile, and Liu Xianyang and Zhao Gu often have it.

Zhao Yang sighed, "Then I will take you to Jincheng Lane. Don't climb over the wall in the yard, you can only take you to the door."

The boy slapped Zhao Yang on the shoulder with a heavy slap, "What have you done long ago?"

The boy turned around and walked away from the crowded archway building.

He suddenly stopped and turned to see Zhao Yang walking on the street in the opposite direction with a basket on his back.

The boy in a little embarrassed manner quickly trotted and followed.

After entering Jincheng Lane, the boy looked around and said:

"So this is the legendary Jincheng Lane, which hides dragons and creeps the tigers, produces talents, and produces talents. In the next hundred years, except for Xinghua Lane, Taoye Lane will probably not be as good as here together."

When the young man spoke these divine words, he did not feel abrupt at all.

As we walked along, the boy would jump from time to time to watch the scene of the yard behind the low walls.

Zhao Yang took him to the gate of Wu Dangguiyuan, "It's here."

The boy stood in the alley and soon saw the Spring Festival couplet written by Wu Danggui himself. His eyes lit up and he sighed: "Is this the house where Wu Danggui and that maid, Sister Song, live?

Well, the handwriting is really good, it is much more sensible than his younger brother.

The more I look at it, the more I like it.”

As he was talking, the boy walked forward and tiptoed on his heels, and he was about to tear off the Spring Festival couplets.

Zhao Yang was anxious and quickly stopped the boy, "What are you going to do?"

The young man looked innocent and innocent, "Wu Danggui will never come back here in his life. He keeps this pair of Spring Festival couplets and gradually disappears. It's better to keep them and take them to the capital."

Zhao Yang insisted on his own opinion and shook his head and said, "No, before changing the Spring Festival couplets by himself at the end of the year, the Spring Festival couplets you post cannot be torn off, otherwise it will be easy for the family to be unlucky."

The boy said oh and said in a loss: "There is still this kind of priority in the town."

Zhao Yang asked, "Do you want to go to my yard to sit?"

The boy waved his hand, "Forget it, I guess I can't even drink a cup of tea in such a big place, so I left. By the way, this alley is not a broken alley, can I walk out if I keep moving forward?"

Zhao Yang smiled and said, "You can go out."

The boy strode away, and he did not forget to turn his back to Zhao Yang and raise his hand and shake it.

Zhao Yang watched the strange boy leave, then returned to his yard and saw the locust branches at the foot of the wall still there. He put down the basket and moved a bench out of the house to sit down.

Zhao Yang suddenly stood up and ran to Jincheng Alley. Sure enough, a sneaky guy ran very fast.

Zhao Yang came to Wu Danggui's door and saw that the Spring Festival couplets were stolen.

Zhao Yang stood there, looking at the bare walls on both sides of the yard gate, unable to speak, and smiled bitterly: "Who is this person? He's so unkind."

Zhao Yang walked back to his yard with a sigh, but found that Old Man Yang was sitting on the bench at some point, spitting smoke.

The old man said slowly: "At a young age, what are you doing when you sigh? You have finally accumulated a little vitality and will leak it out. This is especially true for those who practice boxing."

Zhao Yang was horrified and said in a deep voice: "Remember."

The old man asked, "Why did the little girl named Chen leave suddenly? I made me earn less money from Yingchun."
To be continued...