On the second day of the first lunar month, there is a market at the junction of Yongzhou and Pingzhou.
This place was originally a wasteland, with only wild grass growing.
Bandits flourished in Pingzhou and three years of drought in Yongzhou caused many people to be displaced. They couldn't pay the city gate tax, and there was nowhere to flee, and they were afraid of being caught by the court for hard labor, so they gathered together and temporarily settled in the wasteland not far from the town.
In order to survive, the refugees took out their only belongings and exchanged them with others.
After a long time, it has become that the village is not like the village, the town is not the run-down market of the town.
Mo Li was very unfamiliar with such a place, he subconsciously grabbed Meng Qi and motioned him to walk in front of him.
Meng Qi: "..."
Since leaving Shilang Mountain, the doctor's attitude towards him has changed.
In the past, he followed behind the doctor and was very familiar with the doctor's back. Now he was suddenly forced to change his position by the doctor. Meng Qi was not used to it.
"Masters of martial arts won't get lost." Meng Qi couldn't help but say.
"You are my patient, and I want to observe your words and deeds." Doctor Mo naturally dismissed Meng Qi's opinion and said seriously, "I have a new guess about your condition, before it is confirmed. , I need you to stay in front of me all the time."
"… "
Meng Qi's mood is very complicated.
Seven points are difficult, and three points are vaguely happy. This happiness is too vague, and I have not figured it out.
Meng Qi's back tightened involuntarily when Mo Li's gaze swept over, subconsciously showing a very clear and rational appearance, and then tangled to feel the time when his gaze stopped.
- Could it be that he is habitually staring at the doctor in a daze, making people look gross, and now he is being turned against the generals
The twelfth lunar month's debt was repaid too quickly.
Maybe it was because he knew the doctor in the twelfth lunar month, and he didn't get a good deal, so Meng Qi fell into contemplation.
Wait, how did the sight move away
Meng Qi snapped back to his senses, he turned his head and saw Mo Li was looking at a stall on the street.
There are countless such stalls on both sides of the street, selling everything from chipped pottery to patched clothes.
There are also food sellers, but they are all coarse grains. This stall sells soybeans, which are not very full. They are packed in a small cloth pocket. Some people on the roadside want to exchange two pairs of thick-soled shoes, but the stall owner refused.
"Brother Meng, take the money."
Mo Li stretched out his hand, and Meng Qi silently took out a purse.
General Liu's purse was the one that was robbed outside Qinghu Town.
"The copper coins are all spent, and there are only pieces of silver." Meng Qi stuffed a piece for Mo carp.
Dr. Mo was a little worried, because everything was exchanged here, and money was not easy to use.
Just thinking about it, I suddenly saw Ning Changyuan.
Although they came all the way, after arriving at this market, Ning Changyuan was like a duck to water, and he disappeared in a blink of an eye.
Ning Changyuan wears a Taoist robe and wears a long sword on his waist. This man has a special quality, no matter where he is, he will not make people feel disobedient. On this narrow alley and broken road, Ning Changyuan bowed his back slightly, looking no different from a Taoist priest who cheated for money, and even the sword would be ignored subconsciously.
"His swordsmanship must be very high." Mo Li murmured.
"The doctor wants to try it?" Meng Qi immediately suggested: "Or should I go and have a test for the doctor first?"
He fought with Ning Changyuan for too short a time, and he didn't use any weapons, so he didn't know anything about Ning Changyuan's swordsmanship.
"No, it's better to do one less thing." Mo Li resisted the curiosity in his heart and refused. He was afraid that Meng Qi and Ning Changyuan would get into a fight and accidentally get sick. Could it be that he wanted to learn the cat in front of Ning Changyuan? call
Divine doctor disciples also need face.
Ning Changyuan respected Mr. Qin, and Mo Li, as Qin Lu's disciple, naturally couldn't disgrace his teacher.
"The doctor has been in Zhushan County for a long time, and I haven't seen any masters in the arena. It's just a competition. It doesn't matter."
"Okay, let's figure out a way first..."
Mo Li's voice stopped abruptly. He saw that Ning Changyuan suddenly turned around and threw a man behind him to the ground, and then knocked several people away with punches and kicks.
The people on the street were not panicked, but watched the excitement with a smile.
"The Daoist is good at it!"
"The Daoist is back!"
Ning Changyuan clapped his hands and said to the disgraced people, "You have been following me since just now, why? You want to take me to the government to exchange some money for wine? To teach you guys that it's hard to make any money in this world. , let alone catching wanted criminals!"
Those few people looked frightened, did not dare to respond, got up and dispersed.
The people on the street laughed together, and there were people who didn't know Ning Changyuan, so they hurriedly asked passersby in surprise.
"This is Master Ning."
"Actually, he can't be considered a Taoist priest. He is a fake Taoist priest and wanted by the government."
"...No, no, I didn't do anything about killing people and setting fires. I just falsified documents. He stole the official seals of the ya government offices at all levels in Yongzhou, large and small, and then returned them every few days."
When Mo Li heard this, he couldn't help but interject: "Steal it to engrave the seal privately?"
Meng Qi looked at Ning Changyuan and didn't see that this man had so many seals on his body.
"No, I heard that Ning Daochang took a pen and dipped his special cinnabar ink to draw a seal with just the paper... Tsk, the strokes are different in depth and thickness, and if you blow it again, you will see It's just like the real thing!"
Mo Li was startled, he subconsciously looked at Meng Qi, who had the same expression.
"...This is a magical skill!" Mo Li said to himself.
Ning Changyuan came over. The martial arts practitioner had good ears and eyes. He happened to hear the conversation between Mo Li and passers-by. He coughed awkwardly and said humbly, "No such thing. I practice swords all the year round, and I just keep my hands steady."
Meng Qi shook his head and said, "The number of people who practice swords in the world is like a crucian carp crossing the river. I am afraid that there is only one person with this skill, Daochang Ning."
"Actually, there are still some people who know this, especially in Jiangnan, but they don't practice swords." Ning Changyuan touched his nose, looked left and right, and said in a low voice, "It's a fake antique calligraphy and painting."
"… "
Yes, in addition to imitating the original brushstrokes, there are also paper, ink, and stamps that are realistic.
"It's also a coincidence, because the ink pads are all made of cinnabar, and I can't do without this thing when I sell fake road guides. I bought suitable cinnabar in Yongzhou a while ago, and found that it was out of stock everywhere, only to know that it was all bought by the Sijia caravan. Let's go." Ning Changyuan sighed, if it wasn't for this reason, he wouldn't have gone to Qiuling County so soon.
"You said it's suitable for Qiu Hong to live here temporarily?"
The ink carp looked around, although it was shabby, it was also orderly.
I haven't seen anything stealing, many people know each other, although the face is yellow and skinny, but they have a New Year's look, smiling.
"I took her to the workshop here before, and there just happens to be a shortage of people there." Ning Changyuan looked at the people coming and going on both sides of the street, and said in a deep voice, "The land around here is fairly fertile, as long as you grow some crops, you will not starve to death. People. After the new year, many people will go to Yongzhou to work, so it is suitable for her to leave."
"No bandits here?"
"Why not, but it's too poor to come here." Ning Changyuan pointed to the shabby houses on both sides and said, "In the beginning, it was a temporary residence, but I just lived there and found that there is no good place in this world. Like this For the wild set, there are no harsh taxes for the time being, and life can be lived."
"If there is a place that is inaccessible to people, it would be a peach blossom garden for the people to be self-sufficient." Mo Li thought thoughtfully.
Meng Qi was noncommittal, but Ning Changyuan smiled and said: "How can there be such a good place, even if there is, how many people can it hold? The world is so big, in order to fight to live in Peach Blossom Land, I'm afraid that I have to beat the head first. flow."
"What kind of world does Ning Daochang want to see?"
"I read "Mencius" when I was young. It is a bit exaggerated to say that there is no need to pick up things on the road, and the door is not closed at night. It is enough to be able to eat enough, to live, to support children and the elderly, and to know the difficulties of others."
Meng Qi's expression was a little subtle when he heard this.
He also believed in the Book of Sages or something.
"...So, Daoist Ning helps the world, why not assist Mingjun?" Meng Qi asked tentatively.
"Although Mingjun is good, the descendants of Mingjun are unknown, so what should we do?" Ning Changyuan pressed his sword with a dignified tone, "For example, a swordsman should use a good sword. Does he believe in a ready-made sword, or does he believe that a swordsmith can still use it? A sword that hasn't been baked yet?"
Meng Qi stopped talking, because Ning Changyuan asked an ancient problem, how to make the kings wise from generation to generation.
The courtier obviously couldn't do it.
Neither can the emperor himself.
Who can know what will happen after his death, and after a hundred years
Seeing that Meng Qi was still holding the purse in his hand, Ning Changyuan asked, "What do you two want to buy?"
"Oh, those beans." Mo Li returned to his senses and gestured.
Ning Changyuan smiled and said, "This is easy to handle. If the doctor doesn't dislike it, you can let me come."
After speaking, Daoist Ning went to the booth, took out a paper bag, and opened it with salt.
The stall owner's eyes lit up and hurriedly agreed, Ning Changyuan returned calmly with the small bag of beans.
Mo Li wanted to give Ning Changyuan silver, but the latter refused and said, "If the doctor is willing to stay here for a few days, I will bring a few people to ask the doctor to see a doctor, and it will be paid."
"We still have something important to do, we are going to Taijing."
"Three days." Ning Changyuan advised, "I see that the doctor has nothing to do, and it is inconvenient to go on the road like this. If the doctor believes me, I can buy some clothes and luggage for the doctor."
"Cough!" Meng Qi suddenly said.
Mo Li and Ning Changyuan looked at him inexplicably, thinking that Meng Qi was going to say something, but after waiting for a long time, Meng Qi said, "I don't need to bother Daoist Ning when it comes to buying clothes. I'll do it."
"It's the little things that everyone does the same..."
"It's different." Meng Qi said solemnly.
The size of the intimate clothing is always difficult to let outsiders know.
"It's not good to delay Daoist Ning's business." Meng Qi said solemnly, "After all, it is also a laborious and laborious task to draw a road guide. Besides, it is better to arrange your own things and rest assured."
- But you are not Doctor Mo either!
Ning Changyuan looked at Meng Qi and Mo Li, and finally understood what Qiu Hong was referring to as "strange".
What is the relationship between these two people