The atmosphere on the official road in the forest is very subtle. An ox cart is driving slowly, making a creaking sound under the slight bumps. The cloud scene in the car is reading a book leisurely and contentedly, seeming to be completely absorbed in the content of the book.

Around the bullock cart, the ground was stained red with blood, and the broken corpses on the roadside had not yet cooled down.

On the roadside, several people who had failed in the fight and were tied up were thrown on the ground. They were all more or less injured, with a look of death on their faces. They looked at the bullock cart, as if they wanted to ask for help, but they couldn't help it from beginning to end.

No words were spoken.

Dozens of people, all dressed similarly, went through a fight and were full of murderous intent, but they did not care about the bullock carts, but were busy with their own business...

Scholar, traveler, reading, vendetta, tea, blood, two completely different situations appear at the same time, and the movement and stillness are actually quite harmonious.

Song Yan played the role of his coachman very well, looking straight ahead and resisting looking around, keeping in mind Yun Jing's words that more things are worse than less things.

However, he couldn't hold it anymore. He pursed his lips slightly and kept shouting in his heart, is this the pretense that the young master often talks about, right? It must be, don't tell me, it feels really good.

Can you be unhappy? Others are fighting for life and death, but I am an ordinary passerby. I walk by lightly. After meeting by chance, we forget about each other in the world. Look, isn't this cool character coming up?

After Yunjing and the others left, there was no interaction between the two parties in the end.

The leaders of the victorious party looked at the direction in which Yunjing and the others were going, and one of them said with a twinkling look, "Do you want...?"

While speaking, the man made a gesture of wiping his neck.

However, he was stopped immediately. The older man shook his head and said: "No, just pretend that you have never seen that scholar. He is a scholar and is not to be trifled with."

"What's not to be trifled with? The master and the servant are both young, so how can they change the world? We can drown them all with just one breath of spitting," someone said unconvinced.

However, this unconvinced guy was knocked out of his head. The older man sneered: "Yes, those two young people can't really change the world, but what if we do it? You saw the boy's uniform he was wearing.

Have you? Believe it or not, as long as we dare to take action, the Yingtang, which oversees the world's military forces, will probably kill us from top to bottom as soon as the next day!"

"No, in this wilderness, who knew we were the ones who did it?" The unconvinced man shrank his neck and said, obviously extremely afraid of the Eagle Hall of the Dali Dynasty.

It was still the older man. The other party sighed and said: "You are still too young. Yingtang supervises Dali Wulin. Will he reason with us? Indeed, after we did it, people didn't know that we did it. But, people

We can directly eradicate all the Jianghu forces in the territory. We would rather kill the wrong ones than let them go. How can we not be finished? We will also implicate countless innocent people, especially if other people know that we have killed scholars.

, there are many people who stick a knife in the back and report it, and they will be finished!"

"Well, that's true." The people around him were immediately convinced and didn't dare to think about it at all.

The Yingtang of the Dali Dynasty will not reason with you. The world is about the world. If you dare to kill the scholars, it is tantamount to rebellion, so they will not care so much and just 'clean up' the matter once and for all.

Looking at the direction in which Yunjing and the others were walking away, the older man said: "So you have to study. There is no future in wandering around in the world. Once you step into the circle of scholars and have the support of a dynasty behind you, then you will truly have unlimited glory. Let's do this

The scenery is not called scenery, it is called the bullshit chicness of today without tomorrow."

After hearing these words, most of the people in the group showed a wry smile. Yes, studying is a great thing, but for people like us who are involved in the world, it is not clean if we set foot in this circle. We are not qualified to go back to study, and our descendants are not qualified.

There is only one path to darkness. It is not impossible to get clean, but it is too difficult.

"Okay, let's get this place settled and go. Don't cause any trouble to the government. Otherwise, our gang leader will have to grovel like a gangster... to apologize." After a moment of silence, the older man shook his head and said.

Jianghu, it's too difficult. When you are cool, you are really cool, but that kind of coolness is just a castle in the air. After all, this world is the world of dynasties. How can those Jianghu forces challenge the dynasty? No matter how awesome the sect is, the master of the sect will look at it.

You also have to kneel.

If there is no future in the world, go to school, but there is no chance.

Once you enter the world, you can't help yourself. Once you are labeled as a member of the world, you can no longer join the circle of scholars, as you will be ostracized.

Don't you see that many people from sects have learned martial arts and tried their best to specialize, but they just have the status of a policeman. To put it bluntly, they are hardworking thugs, neither good nor popular, and they are nothing in the eyes of scholars.

Well, a circle is different from an individual, and it’s not like people in the world don’t make friends with scholars...

On the official road, Song Yan, who was driving the car, hesitated to speak. Many times he looked at Yun Jing who was reading behind him and wanted to say something, but he never interrupted.

"There are nails under your butt," Yunjing said speechlessly without raising his head.

Song Yan smiled, then scratched his head and said, "Master, are we here just like this?"

"What else?" Yun Jing chuckled.

Scratching his head again, Song Yan said: "This is different from what I imagined. We witnessed their fighting, and just walked over like this and nothing happened. I always feel uncomfortable."

"What's wrong with you? Isn't it wrong for you to be so ordinary? Do you have to fight to avoid witnessing a fight in the world?" Yun Jing almost rolled his eyes.

With a smile, Song Yan said: "Of course that's good, but in my past thinking, when encountering this kind of thing, it is definitely impossible to part ways so easily."

"You are thinking too much," Yunjing shook his head and said, then put down the book in his hand, took a sip of tea to moisten his throat and continued: "Let me tell you, Xiao Song, it's not that simple in fact. The reason why we are calm and relaxed today

It is nothing more than the clothes the young master is wearing when he comes over. Without these clothes, it would be a dream to come over so easily."

"They are so stumped that they still dare to take action?" Song Yan raised his eyebrows.

"It's not just about taking action. It's normal for people to kill people and silence them if they have the opportunity. But, young master, I wear this clothes, which represents my identity as a scholar. A scholar has one foot in the officialdom, and behind it, I represent the entire dynasty and country, so

Ah, no matter how many thoughts they have, they have to put them away," Yun Jing said with a smile.

After thinking about it, Song Yan said: "Doesn't that mean that if we encounter such a thing next time, we will just be passers-by or spectators at most?"

"That's not possible. After all, people are different. Those people in the past were able to restrain themselves, but some guys were arrogant. There are always arrogant guys in the world. Don't say I'm wearing this outfit, even if I'm wearing an official uniform.

, people will still kill you if they are unhappy, that kind of person is reckless, in short, everything cannot be generalized."

After listening to Yun Jing's words, Song Yan felt that it was too complicated. At least he was a little book boy, and it was too difficult for him to understand these worldly affairs and human nature.

Without thinking so much, Song Yan said: "In short, when I walked there before, my heart was in my throat, but the young master has always been calm and calm. Well, that feeling, the young man has little reading and can't express himself in words.

to describe"

Yunjing thought that Song Yan would say "I am Cao", but in the end he couldn't even say "I am Cao", so he shook his head and said: "I told you to read more, now you know that when the books are used, you will feel less regretful."

"The young ones are not good at studying. No matter how much I study, I can't compare with you, young master. I'd better practice martial arts more. Even if I practice martial arts until my death, I won't be one ten thousandth as good as the young master, but I can still help the young master handle some trivial matters." Song Yan grinned

road.

Should this mean that he is self-aware or that he does not strive for improvement?

The rest of the journey was quite peaceful, with no special incidents encountered.

Due to the time-consuming fights in the rivers and lakes, the master and servant Yunjing were unable to arrive in the town for accommodation that day. They could only find a sheltered cave to spend the night. This made Song Yan once again complain about the gang of gangsters.

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You have to fight farther away. If you fight in the middle of the road, you will be blocked. It’s a good thing that my young master doesn’t care about you. Otherwise, one of them will not be able to kill you.

It is worth mentioning that there are no gods or Buddhas in this world, so don’t even think about looking for ruined temples or Taoist temples in the wilderness. If you miss the place to stay, your best choice is either in the wilderness or in a cave.

It's all in the wilderness, so naturally there are no abandoned houses. Who would build a house alone in the wilderness and abandon it? Isn't this nonsense...

The cave that Yunjing's master and servant found was very spacious, with a width and height of more than ten meters, and a depth of dozens of meters.

This cave is obviously often visited by people who have missed their accommodation. There are traces of smoke and fire everywhere. It is estimated that everyone who comes here knows that people come here often. There is a tacit consensus that there is no need to defecate in the cave.

Made a mess.

"I have wronged you today, Master," Song Yan apologized, once again wishing to beat up the guys who blocked the way.

Yunjing said indifferently: "Why are you aggrieved? Don't be too fussy when you go out."

Song Yan didn't say much. He fulfilled his duties as a servant and came in under limited conditions to make Yunjing's stay more comfortable. He first made Yunjing a cup of tea and then started to get busy.

Next, Song Yan broke off a handful of branches and used them as a broom to clean up a clean area in the cave. After that, he cut a lot of fluffy branches and spread them on the ground, and put blankets and quilts on them. In this way, one piece was still enough.

A comfortable bed is ready.

Immediately afterwards, Song Yan quickly assembled folding tables and chairs for Yunjing, lit the fine sandalwood, prepared pens, inks, paper and inkstones, and then asked Yunjing to move over.

Yunjing was also happy to see Song Yan busy in his spare time. He brought the book boy out just to save trouble and worry. Why bother to take him out and do it himself?

Well, after all, Yunjing is not as high-profile as many young masters from rich families. Otherwise, Song Yan would not be busy now, but would be helping the maids and servants around. That would be a pleasure, just like

That day I went for an outing with Wang Bolin and the others...

After Yunjing's "study" was ready, Song Yan was busy lighting fires for cooking. The bullock carts were equipped with various cooking utensils for seasonings and high-quality smokeless charcoal, and there was no need to create a smoky fire for Yunjing.

environmental conditions.

In order to let his young master eat fresh and delicious meals, Song Yan also went to hunt a rabbit and two pheasants.

To be honest, Song Yan, the book boy, is really competent and has good skills. He can help Yun Jing with some small things like killing and killing. He has read some books, sorted out manuscripts and so on. He also has good skills.

Cooking skills... can be said to be an all-round assistant in life, all that matters is that she is a woman. If she is a woman, she can warm the bed and so on... ahem...

Shutong, after Yunjing gets married and starts a business in the future, he will be promoted to the role of housekeeper. If he is not comprehensive, how will he be qualified for such a position in the future?

Under the limited conditions, Song Yan prepared five dishes and one soup for Yunjing, which took half an hour. Then he put a pot of warm wine on the table and told Yunjing to start the meal.

Then when Yunjing was eating, he went to sort out the manuscripts and books. Again, he was a servant. Even when he was away from home, he did not eat at the same table as Yunjing. This was a matter of rules, not that Yunjing was unkind.

He must engrave the rules in his bones and abide by them for the rest of his life.

Are you kidding me, which servant served the master while he was eating? It is the master's face that is embarrassed by being seen by outsiders. It will make people think that the family tradition is not strict.

To Yunjing, these things didn't matter, but Song Yan cared about them very much.

After Yun Jing finished eating, it was Song Yan's turn. The sky was getting dark, and lightning flashed across the night sky in the distance from time to time, indicating that it would probably rain that night.

On rainy days, there are always travelers who miss their accommodation, and then a young man in white riding a white horse came here.

The other person looked to be in his early twenties, handsome, with a long sword on his waist, and a wine gourd in his hand. He took a sip from time to time, looking extremely free and carefree.

From this look, he looks like someone from the world. Although he is wearing white clothes, the style is very different from the scholar's uniform. Well, people without fame will be held accountable for wearing scholar's uniform.
To be continued...