The Feast

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When the old man made up his mind, he led other farmers to take Hao Dong to the temple. Here, Chang San and Duan Ting Xuan are all relaxed and relaxed. Chang San is a few other people: "If something goes out, someone must go back and report to the owner. I will let Liang Shou go back and see, this boy is smart and young. It is also okay to run more errands."

A few other people laughed, and it was until noon, who loved to run with the big sun? Since there is a matter of "dealing the righteousness", what else is there? So they all agreed that Chang San took out the oil cake in his package and handed it to Duan Ting Xuan. He said: "You are going to go back soon, don't even eat on the road. This cake is your wife's morning brand, I am this one. Also give you a few mouthfuls when you are hungry on the road."

Duan Tingxuan seemed to be a little reluctant, but he did not dare to oppose it. He had to take the oil cake with a look of frustration, and then went down to the ancestral hall of Xiaowangzhuang. The horses they were riding were there, and the two villagers took care of them.

Other people laughed and laughed, and went on to Dongning Village. After a while, they left without a shadow.

And said Duan Tingxuan, after riding, along the official road to the direction of Suzhou, but when passing a cliff, the horse did not know what disease, suddenly fell, but fortunately he saw the machine early, in the moment the horse fell to the ground The sneaker turned over, or I still don't know what to do, so I was so sloppy, and I fell awkwardly.

The Malaysian fell to the ground and gasped. Duan Tingxuan looked at the mold and looked at it. He cursed a few words and stopped talking about the horse. He sat on a large rock and licked a few oil cakes. His eyes were drifting around, and he looked darkly. Here, the environment, here is the place where Long Pingzhang was killed.

In a few days, he will always stare at his own eyes and lock it on Hao Dong. In the dark, I found out that this person’s way is not clear. Anyway, it was a servant. On that day, Su Donglou did not care much. Even he knew that there would be a spy in Lu Fengyu’s arrangement in the house, but he only pretended to be ignorant. After all, this kind of thing, sometimes a good way to talk. Unexpectedly, it was the negligence of the time, and almost caused great trouble to Duan Ting Xuan.

But fortunately this Hao Dong is a very greedy person. So when Duan Tingxuan listened to Chang San, he said that there was a set of ebony scorpions in the Xiaowangzhuang Temple. He immediately had an idea, and he dug the pit for the other side, and sure enough. With ebony scorpion as a bait, Hao Dong almost couldn't wait to jump into the pit, and then was buried.

And Duan Tingxuan finally got a chance to come here alone, and he was very sensitive. If there are still people who are secretly tracking, they will not be able to go. The reason why I am still doing this is naturally to be careful. If someone looks at the opposite side of the mountain, it has to be done. Even if they doubt, they can't be sure that they are coming over to investigate the death of Long Pingzhang.

So after finishing the oil cake, Duan Tingxuan went to check the situation of the dismounting. The **** horse made him secretly use his heavy hand to smash the muscles. How can he recover over time? Naturally, you have to rest for a while. So Duan Ting Xuan pretended to be bored. Walking eastward in the mountains, I suddenly touched the lower back, and the whole person stopped, and then I rushed around to look around, as if something had fallen.

After this state of affairs, it was really serious to find. Just as Su Donglou said, things have changed, where are there any clues left waiting for him to come?

Looking for a long time, after all, still did not find anything, Duan Tingxuan sighed in the heart, the dark road Pingzhang ah Pingzhang, if you have a spirit in heaven, give me some guidance, in the end you find what will be destroyed? I know that you must have found out what, but what is it?

While chanting in his heart, he habitually crossed his arms, his eyes unconsciously swept away from a distance, and suddenly there seemed to be something flashing in his mind. Duan Tingxuan stunned and then quickly turned his eyes back. This time carefully Looking at it, it was soon discovered that under a large maple tree, a lush green grass seemed to reveal a round white stone.

Duan Tingxuan’s heartbeat suddenly speeded up a few points. He quickly pretended to continue searching for things and seemed to go over. When he got the tree, he opened the grass and saw two stones being erected. One of the white round stones traversed the two stones. Up, arranged in a π shape, because the grass is occluded, and it is a stone, so no one pays attention, and it will probably remain in this shape until now.

In a flash, Xiao Houye only felt that his mouth was dry and his heartbeat was faster, and he even sweated in his hand.

He remembered that when he and Long Pingzhang were studying in the government, several of them had to use the white jade lettering to place the shapes, and then use the words to combine the situation to guess, the answer or the poems or words. Wu Qinghu is the master of this road; Duan Tingxuan's mind is smart, and often has a proud work; the single Long Pingzhang, the most inexperienced in this road, every game, is the bottom of the one, often being punished for this.

Recalling the interesting things in the past, I think that the upright and bold guy is already under the soul. Duan Tingxuan couldn’t help but feel a bit of heartache. He shivered and reached out and grabbed the white stone in his hand. Just in the distance, he found it. This white stone is an oblate shape. It shouldn't be taller than grass. So I came over and looked at it, but I didn't expect it to be found by him. If this is really a clue left by Long Pingzhang.

The white stone was very smooth, Duan Ting Xuan tried his best, and did not find the handwriting on it. He quickly picked up the two stones with white stone. This time, in the lower right corner of one of the stones, I saw a vague pattern. It's not a handwriting, just a few undulating lines. This pattern is very familiar to Duan Xuan. Almost every piece of his clothes, the cuffs and plackets will have this pattern, it is moiré.

Looking up at the maple tree in front of you, there is a white stone below, and another stone has a moiré mark in the lower right corner. Is this the secret language that Pingzhang left for himself? But what will it be? Maple ~www.wuxiaspot.com~White Stone, Moire... From the point of view of the word, it is easy to reminiscent of the Tang Dynasty Du Mu that passed through the ages.

"After the cold mountain stone path is inclined, there are people in the depths of the clouds. Parking is sitting in love with Fenglin, and the frost is red in February."

Duan Tingxuan couldn't help but mutter the poem, and then looked at the distant mountains, and said to himself: "Pingzhang, is this the clue you left for me? Could it be what you found, the answer? In this poem? What are you telling me? Is it a name, a place, or an event?"

Thinking for a long time is also unreasonable, Duan Tingxuan had to put this stone into the bag. Look at the surrounding eyes again, make sure there is no clue. It is already a surprise to receive the hint of Long Pingzhang. So he took a deep breath and looked up at the white clouds in the sky. Shen Sheng said: "Pingzhang, I always I feel that you are by my side, I want you to come to death, so the spirit is not leaving, then you look at me, watching me chase out the real murderer, revenge for you, and then expose the horror plot of the King of Xiangyang, complete the commonality between you and me. Wish. Pingzhang, you must watch, wait, I believe this day will come."

The **** horse over there didn't know when it had stood up. Duan Tingxuan stepped back a few steps, then turned over the horse, and rode the dust to go to Gusu City. (To be continued.)