After Spring and Autumn

Chapter 39
Meng Di asked Xiang Lie and Chen Li to escort Mo Xie back to the fief, and asked him to preside over the smelting of Yiying.

I and Su'er passed Gusu but did not enter, and went north by boat from Taihu Lake.

In the land of Huaiyi, the river network is intertwined, the ditches are criss-cross, and the boats are used as vehicles, and the oars are used as horses. There are large and small indigenous tribes. Among them, Xu State is a relatively powerful branch. It has been established for thousands of years and is adjacent to the south. Wu has a good relationship.

But this has become the past. After King Helu of Wu assassinated King Liao of Wu and seized the throne, he sent troops to destroy the state of Xu under the pretext of protecting King Liao of Wu's two younger brothers, Prince Jianyu and Zhu Yong.

Although it has been destroyed for several years, the people of the country do not regard themselves as Wu people, and the old man who steers the boat is still talking about our Xu country.

During the chat, the old man mentioned that there is a reclusive expert here, who calls himself Yufu, who knows the past and the present, and can judge right from wrong.

Fisherman?Neither Mengdi nor Su'er has heard of them, but since they are high-ranking people, they might as well pay a visit.

The hermitage was deep in the jungle, and the two of them boarded the boat and followed the direction pointed by the old man.Along the way, the ground is covered with thick shade, and the cicadas sing in the forest. It is indeed a good place for self-cultivation.

It's just that the messy footprints and broken branches on the side of the road are not suitable for the occasion.

Not far away, a corner of the bamboo house was exposed in the shade of the forest ahead, which was supposed to be the residence of this expert.

Meng Di suddenly became alert, and his footsteps stopped.The sound of strings sounded, Su'er flicked the bamboo branch in her hand, and took a feathered arrow flying at high speed.

There was a light hey from the forest, and then there was no more sound.

Meng Di stared at the quivering feather arrow, nodded, the person who opened the bow had good physical strength, and the arrow went deep into the tree, almost piercing through.

Killing without reason must not be done by a reclusive expert, as for what happened, it is impossible to guess.

Meng Di stood outside the forest and said loudly: "Is Mr. Yufu here?"

There was no response from the forest, and the cicada's sound lagged behind, and then began to neigh again, and there was a hint of blood in the summer wind.

"Not good" Mengdi's expression changed, he untied the sun-shooting bow on his back and rushed in.

"Stop!" A burly man flashed out in front of him, holding a copper shovel, blocking the way, "The master is not here, you leave quickly."

"Who are you?" Meng Di narrowed his eyes.

"What nonsense!" The man was irritable, and he raised a copper pipe and threw it at the head.

Meng Di dodged sideways, and lightly tapped the opponent's abdomen with the bow handle in his hand, only to hear a miserable howl, the man couldn't hold the copper scorpion, and rolled on the ground with his hands on his belly.

"Papa" applause sounded, and a young man with extraordinary bearing turned out from behind the tree, "Ben, thank you sir for not killing me."

This person has a relaxed attitude, soft voice, and politeness, which makes it difficult to feel disgusted.

The man struggled to stand up, stepped aside and said in a muffled voice, "Zhi Ben thanked you for not killing me."

Meng Di nodded slightly, but the longbow was not retracted.

The visitor smiled slightly, cupped his hands and said, "Zhishen, the direct son of the Zhi family of Jin."

"Mundy"

"Brother Meng is holding an iron bow?"

Meng Di was stunned, and he could tell that it was an iron bow at a glance, this insight was incredible.Zhishi?Could it be the Zhi family, one of the four great Qing families in Jin?
The state of Jin is a state of ten thousand chariots, and the patriarch of the Zhi clan is also in charge of the state of Jin, and his status is even higher than that of ordinary princes and kings.

Zhishen seemed to have guessed what Meng Di was thinking, nodded and said, "It's the Zhi family of the Qing family of the state of Jin."

"It turned out to be Young Master Shen. I don't know why Young Master blocked the way?"

"I dare not call you son." Zhishen waved his hands again and again, thinking that in the barbarian land in the south, rituals and music have collapsed to this point.In the state of Jin, only the sons of princes can be called princes.

However, he was well-educated when he was a child, and he did not show any contempt. Instead, he said very sincerely: "The master here is indeed not here. Can Brother Meng look at it and come back another day?"

Since the reclusive expert is not around, Meng Di doesn't want to be troublesome.The eldest son of the Zhi family in front of him has quite a background, although his actions are somewhat secretive, his words are very polite, and there is no need to get to the bottom of it.

Mengdi cupped his hands and was about to leave when he suddenly remembered something, turned around and asked, "How did Zhizi recognize my iron bow?"

"I once presided over the collection of iron casting tripods, so I know it. Iron is evil gold and can only be used for hoe and hoe, but I have never seen it can be used to make bows." Zhishen showed a curious look.

"U.S. gold" refers to bronze, and "evil gold" refers to iron. Although Jin also smelted iron, it could only be used as farming tools.Zhishen believes that his family has a long history, and this is the first time he has seen iron bows and arrows, and the style is simple and simple, which seems to be from the hands of famous masters.

If it wasn't for something urgent, Zhishen really wanted to make friends with the person in front of him.Whether it's the maid who can hit flying feather arrows with a bamboo branch, or the mysterious iron bow, they all show that the other party has an extraordinary background.

The two of them were talking, when suddenly a loud voice came from inside the bamboo house: "Is that Mr. Meng outside? I'm Zhong Ying!"

A figure appeared by the window, an arrow had already been shot in the forest, only a muffled groan was heard, as if the arrow had been shot.

Second baby?Didn't Mengdi Daqi already die in battle?

Zhishen's expression changed, he retreated behind him, took out his sword and pointed at Meng Di from a distance: "Brother Meng and the rebels inside are on the same team?"

Meng Di still didn't know what happened, but if it was really Zhong Ying inside, he couldn't let it go.

The archers in the forest showed their signs just now, Mengdi was a decisive person, when the bowstring sounded, there was a scream, and then there was no sound.

Pointing the bow and arrow at Zhishen again, he said flatly, "Now Zhizi can tell me what's going on."

Zhishen smiled wryly, and said, "Brother Meng, why bother to ask when you know what you know." In his mind, he had already decided that Meng Di was an enemy rather than a friend, and what he did before was just to lure himself to show up.

This was a fast chase, and when we got here, only Zhi Ben and another archer were by his side.

The most threatening archer at the moment was shot by Meng Di with one arrow. With such a sharp shot, even if he hides in the woods behind him, it is useless.

As for the idea of ​​rushing forward to fight in close quarters, he never thought about it at all. The maid who was shooting arrows with a bamboo branch had already drawn out a bamboo sword, pointing at the tip of the sword obliquely, guessing that the two of them were definitely not their opponents.

Zhiben shouted loudly, stretched his arms in front of Zhishen, and shouted: "Gentleman, go!"

Zhishen pushed him away, how could he escape by sacrificing the lives of his servants?

Meng Di frowned, he had no grievances with Zhi Shi, now that the misunderstanding has been completed, it is useless to say anything, but there is no need to offend too much.

Putting away his bow and arrows, he said to Zhishen: "Whether Zhizi believes it or not, I am indeed here to visit a hermit. The person who shouted just now was a fellow soldier in the army. Since I saw it, I have to save it."

"Hum..." Zhishen had already made up his mind, but at this moment his life was in the hands of others, so it was useless to talk too much.

"You go."

"Let us go?" Zhishen was puzzled.

"You won't believe anything I say now. I only want to save people. Why should I have a death feud with Zhishi?"

Zhishen stared at Meng Di for a while, confirmed that it was not a fake, turned around and left, walked to the edge of the forest, and raised his voice and asked: "Brother Meng, can you tell me the origin? Shen just wants to know who defeated him."

Meng Di pondered for a few breaths, and decided to tell the truth: "Han, Meng Di."

"Handi?" Zhishen thought for a while, and confirmed that he had never heard of such a place.Forget it, no matter it is true or false, it is meaningless to stay any longer, so I just left freely.

(End of this chapter)