The next day, at noon, when the surveillance officer carried Lu Gong in a package and quickly passed through the house in Kyoto, and finally landed behind a yard, Lu Gong heard the sound of horse hooves.

"Next, please ask. Please make sure to ensure Mr. Zhang's safety!" He gently placed Lu Gong on the carriage and pushed it into a corner.

After pulling the package open, Lu Gong finally regained his sight. Looking around, he found that this was a carriage without a carriage, with some debris piled up on it.

"Don't worry. I will do my best." As soon as Lu Gong's voice fell, he found that the sergeant was missing.

"Return to the countryside. Do you think this will make me surrender..." A cursing voice sounded, and then the wooden door was pushed open. An old man bent over and hunched back, dressed in civilian clothes, holding a small bag of dry food in his arms.

He bent over, his face turned red because of the force. Despite this, he still stubbornly refused to let any servants help.

With difficulty, less than twenty kilograms of dry food were moved into the carriage. The old man wiped off his sweat from his forehead and said boldly, "I have walked all these two thousand miles. I was still bamboo sticks and straw sandals at that time. Now this carriage is accompanied by, I don't believe that I can die halfway! Don't give it to anyone, it's best not to come, let the world see how he treats his teacher..."

Lu Gong could feel that countless steps were gathering not far away, but no one dared to approach this area.

Your Majesty has ordered that those who dare to give away anything will be demoted to three levels!

Finally, after half an hour, he put two boxes and bags of salutes on it. The old man climbed onto the carriage, raised his long whip, and walked with a sing.

"The ruthless sun and moon grind each other, and the eternal waves passed by. I have achieved few things in eighty-four years, and I have worked harder than eight thousand volumes. The old man has ambition and knows it is difficult to change, and he has no roots in his praise and criticism. I have asked about the safety methods of the savages, and I only learned the song of picking woodcutters."

Listening to the old man's self-deprecating and sarcastic song, Lu Gong suddenly felt interesting, and this kind of life journey was also colorful.

The old man personally whipped, and no one dared to stop him. Even the soldiers guarding the gate saw him from afar, they hurriedly avoided him, as if they had seen a plague.

Just like this, he moved forward all the way, and in half an hour, he had already left the West Gate of Kyoto. The old man still looked full of energy and could not tell that he was eighty-four years old.

Lu Gong stared at the high walls of Kyoto that were gradually fading away, and sighed in his heart, and the old man's singing had already sounded in his ears again.

"The invisible ghosts are suspicious, and human ethics are known to everyone. The official road in the south is 2,000 miles away, and when the west wind falls leaves."

Obviously, the old man did not take the matter of retiring and returning home to his hometown in mind, and regarded the road to returning home as a journey.

Even Lu Gong admired this mentality.

The old man couldn't stand the vast woman, so he could only walk the official road, and it was not fast. Until sunset, he no longer had any intention and stopped the carriage.

Relying on the salute, he looked up at the sky in the distance, and finally couldn't help but feel a little tired.

Leaning against a dry wood, the old man got out of the car, found two handfuls of hay to feed the horses, found water and dry food, swallowed it whole, and then hurriedly set off on the road.

This time, he walked even slower until late at night he finally found an inn.

When the carriage was parked at the station, the old man almost moved down with a wooden pole. At this time, he was already a real octogenarian, and his bent waist could not stand up for a long time.

Half a day's journey had wiped out half of his stubbornness. After bargaining with the station for half a day, he finally rented a small guest room with two taels of silver.

Fortunately, this time, the station helped him deliver the gift to the room for free.

"Old man, are you going south?" The servant helped him put down his salute, turned to look at the old man, and said with some concern.

The old man leaned on the bed, was taking off his shoes, nodding, "I'm from Linnan, I'll go back and take a look."

"Old man, you are the only one of these two thousand miles." The servant's face was full of worry. "The road is not peaceful now."

"You can always get there when you walk slowly." The old man smiled, but took out two taels of silver and handed it out. "Young man has a family, right? Now that the money is depreciated, can the post station work afford to support his wife and children?"

The old man who had been arguing about a little house money for a long time just now took out the room fee without hesitation and used it as a tip.

The servant nodded: "I just made a marriage last year. The old man still kept the money, and you will definitely spend a lot of money along the way."

"It's okay, it's okay, just treat it as my husband's gift?" The old man smiled and stood up and stuffed the silver into the boy's hand.

The boy was very happy and kept thanking him.

The old man returned to the bed safely, but he couldn't sleep no matter how long he tossed and turned, but he finally couldn't stand it and fell asleep.

The next morning, he was awakened by the sound of horses. The old man sat up. When he saw the unfamiliar environment in front of him, he suddenly sat blankly on the head of the bed.

"Old man, it's time to set off." The young man came excitedly last night.

The old man quickly gathered his mind, smiled on his face, got up and washed himself casually, and when he went downstairs, his steps were a little staggering.

Obviously, the long journey was extremely stressful for him.

Lu Gong fell on the carriage and felt a little uncomfortable when he looked at his difficult appearance. The prime minister should have returned home in glory and sent him to such an end.

However, with the elderly's offerings, it should be enough to afford a luxurious carriage, but why is the luggage so light?

Just as he was thinking, the old man had already led his horse away from the post station. After getting on the carriage, he suddenly found that there was an extra box of merit on the carriage, and frowned and said, "Who fell down? Why don't I remember that there is still this thing?"

"Forget it, getting to know each other is a fate, let's go with me." He said, reaching out and patting Lu Gong gently, as if there was a smile on his face because of this accident.

Lu Gong was not sure whether he could hear him, so he simply remained silent. He deliberately appeared today and found that he did not mind his existence, so he felt completely relieved.

Just like the agreement of Master Jianzheng, Lu Gong only needs to be responsible for his safety.

The carriage was moving forward again, but the road was getting muddy. Because of the green bar, the entire Hua Dynasty was almost constantly raining.

After another half a day, a heavy rain poured down, and the old man caught off guard was directly soaked into a chicken.

He hurriedly drove the carriage under the tree, but he could not stop the fate of dry food being wet.

The hair was pressed against the old face, and the old man in the wind and rain had no courage at all at this time, holding his knees and looking at the sky speechlessly in the rain.

The rain came quickly and went quickly. Fortunately, the old man was still strong. As soon as the rain left, he immediately emptied the bag containing dry food, wrung it out, and covered the remaining boxes, and also wrapped Lu Gong in it.
Chapter completed!