Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

Today, something strange happened to the inn of Jingyefang in the south of the city.

Early in the morning, before there was time to sweep, even the front door was only opened, and a group of weird people were swept in like a whirlwind.

At the beginning was a short-haired Taoist riding a donkey, leading a yellow-faced teenager on a horse, and a young scholar on his horse.

This group of people was covered in mud, withered and rotten leaves, and was embarrassed. They looked like wild boys chasing three streets by big geese, but they were generous in their actions. Without a word, they decided to go to three rooms.

After entering the room, I didn't do anything else, just sleep with my head covered, and I didn't see him after midday.

Hey! Go to the inn this early morning and come to sleep like a reincarnation. The shopkeeper has opened an inn for decades, but it is the first time I have seen it.

He talked about it with his familiar guests.

"Could it be that you met ‘that’?" The guest babbled and pointed in a direction, but said nothing.

"Hey, where will it happen?" The other alcoholic next to him was a little more open. "When I meet that village, I can survive..."

At this point, I hurriedly stopped.

The wooden stairs creaked, and a short-haired Taoist came up.

The Taoist priest picked a place next to the window, ordered a large table of wine and food, and after not eating a few bites, he called Xiao Er to go over, just a sentence.

"Second brother, has something strange happened recently?"

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"The Daoist is joking, this good time is approaching, it is the day of universal celebration, where is the strange thing?"

Xiao Er smiled happily, but not honestly in his mouth. Li Changan understood it, but didn't reveal it. Instead, he asked along the way:

"Good time? What good time?"

"Of course it's Qiqiao Festival!" Xiao Er's voice suddenly raised a tune, revealing a look from the inside out, "Master, you must see tonight! Our Qiqiao Festival here is different from other places, it is to be lively. Many, will there be a lantern festival tonight?"

"Look..." Xiao Er motioned Li Chang'an to look out the window, and saw a few bullock carts on the street. The carts were loaded with silk and satin and colorful lights. Several servants dressed up were hanging along the street.

"Tsk tusk! This Niu Bancheng is really generous, in order to please the girl Weaver, you can think of anything!" Xiaoer shook his head and said, "It's also his luck. If it hits the girl, it will be me..."

What if this little brother didn't say it was him? However, it can be seen from his imaginative look.

"The Weaver Girl? Niu Bancheng?"

Li Changan listened, but he was a little concerned. He was waiting to ask carefully when suddenly there was a noise from downstairs.

Not long after, a group of men with knives and swords swarmed up the stairs. After they went upstairs, the men dispersed, cuddling a wealthy middle-aged man in Ling Luo.

This rich middle-aged swept around the hall, and the hall that was still a bit noisy just now was suddenly silent. He suddenly raised his foot and walked to the nearest table.

There were a few sturdy guys sitting in that seat, all bare-chested, babbling in the conversation, all the widows of the boss, the little lady of Xifang, the tone was like a cockfighting, 80% of them were on the street. Splash on the top.

But as soon as these men with swords and swords came up, a few Poppies suddenly changed from cockfighting to schizophrenia. When the wealthy middle-aged approached, one by one seemed to be sitting on a hot red iron plate. After a while, they couldn't hold it. They shrank their shoulders and stood up with their chests. Just as they were about to beg for mercy, the middle-aged shook out of his arms. A portrait comes.

"You guys have seen the person in the picture?"

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Young son? Needless to face white? Riding a pony?

Li Changan smiled and shook his head: "I don't know."

The middle-aged sighed, arched his hands, and happily went downstairs with a group of guards. He had just asked everyone present, and he had never seen the son riding a pony.

This group has just left.

The scholar covered his face with his sleeve, lowered his head, and walked sneakily.

As soon as he sat down, Li Changan laughed and said, "No one had doubted before, but the son is acting like this, isn't he not confessing himself?"

"Huh?" The scholar blinked his eyes, looked around, and saw that no one in the court really paid attention to him. After thinking for a while, finally lowered his head and glanced at himself, still the dirty Confucian clothes of yesterday, where did he look like a young man?

He breathed a sigh of relief and finally put down his sleeves.

"It's true, I..."

"No need to say more!"

Li Changan waved his hand. He never liked to listen to other people's ass. He just poured a cup of tea for the scholar.

"Thank you." The scholar was still considerate of himself as Li Changan, and he repeatedly thanked him, and was about to accept it.

Suddenly stretched out a hand from the side, grabbed the tea, and then sat down next to him.

Not Feifei, but who is it?

"Scholar, I heard the people below..." Feifei moved his face to his face, his smile was full of nasty fun, "...they were looking for a pony rider..."

"Be quiet! Be quiet!" The scholar waved his hand again and again.

Feifei continued with a smirk.

"At first glance, those people came from a big family..."

With that said, he looked at the scholar a few times. Not to mention, last night I didn't really look at it, and I cleaned my face today, and I saw that this scholar looks pretty handsome.

"...Let's talk about it, did you take money from someone? Or did you steal someone from someone? Or, do you get the money?"

"Xiao Langjun joked." The scholar sighed and told the truth, "I am... ran away from home!"

Feifei's eyes suddenly lit up.

Ouch! You also ran away from home!

All of a sudden, the two seemed to have found their soulmates, and between the words, they pushed their cups and changed their cups, and they felt as if they were in the same world.

"I didn't like reading since I was a child, but my father forced me to read, so that I could study hard and get fame, but what's the use of being an official in today's world..."

"Yes, yes, yes! What's the point of reading... What kind of yin and yang are different, men and women are different... **** doesn't make sense! It's better to dance with swords and swords!"

The two talked for a while, and the more they talked, the more excited they became, but suddenly they all turned to look at Li Changan.

"Taoist, how about you?"

"I?"

Li Changan just thought about it and was uncomfortable, but he didn't expect this topic to get involved in him abruptly.

"The monks have nothing to worry about, where are these troubles..." Li Changan raised his glass, "...Let's talk about the lantern festival tonight."

He drank it and smiled freely and freely, but the mood under his smile was like this glass of wine, slightly cool.

Which children have never violated the expectations of their parents and family members?

The scholar's family wanted him to study as an official.

Feifei's father hoped that he would give up the idea of ​​being a thief.

And Li Changan himself...

He sighed impenetrably.

Thinking about it carefully, the expectations he carried were even smaller than those of the scholar and Feifei. If those who are looking forward to it are still there, I am afraid that the disappointment will be even more.

Changan, Changan...

Didn't he also fail to do this small point?