The early morning will bring the last few rays of dawn to the Tang Dynasty.

Yesterday was the day when Yang Huzi's rebel coalition forces walked out of Longdong City and headed south. On the same day, the miraculous doctor Sun Shichang died in Chunshicaotang.

He died undepressed because he was Sun Shichang. The Tang Dynasty medical arts world founded by Sun Shichang, everyone is him Sun Shichang, and everyone has "Qianjin Fang"!

When he died, it was in the night that only one middle-aged Confucian scholar saw his death because the middle-aged Confucian scholar wanted to collect his body.

Mr. Sun Shichang left peacefully, just like many old men with a lot of children and grandchildren left. He had no wife and children, but all the Tang Dynasty were all disciples of Sun Shichang. Perhaps after a hundred and a thousand years, no one could surpass the grand occasion of the medical arts he created.

Chunshicaotang has closed this afternoon, and the original friends in the store have also received a lot of money, enough for them to eat and drink for several months.

But the rebels will soon come outside the imperial capital, and these sluts also understand in their hearts that they are not willing to leave.

After Chunshicaotang closed, the body of Mr. Sun Shichang stopped in the lobby of the cottage. Zizai didn't like to be with the dead, so he would feel someone whispering softly in his ears.

In a blink of an eye, it was two more days later. Before leaving, Mr. Sun Shichang said that today will be when Guo Xiaojiu woke up. Freedom is not in the cottage, and he has many important things that he needs to do.

As a breeze blew into the cottage, Guo Xiaojiu, who was on the bed, poked out half of his body from his sleep and from the dark abyss.

He tried desperately to break free from the big black hand behind him, grabbing his ankle, trying to continue to leave him in the darkness.

"Ah!" I don't know where the strength came from, Guo Xiaojiu let out an angry shout from his mouth, and half of his body sat on the bed, his body was covered with beads of sweat.

After gently wiping off a few drops of sweat that were still falling, Guo Xiaojiu hugged her head and began to breathe.

His head was a little swollen and painful, but the scenes before seemed to be still in his memory. He remembered the white-clothed scholar who had seen outside the imperial city before he lost consciousness.

"Is it my senior brother?" Guo Xiaojiu seemed to remember the appearance of a middle-aged Confucian scholar. He began to search for the figure in the room. Except for the strong smell of herbs, no figure fell into his eyes.

He struggled to get up from the bed. Fortunately, his body was already good. He didn't walk much for many days. Except for the a little soreness and numbness in his knees, there was nothing wrong with it.

Also, there was a faint feeling of hunger in my lower abdomen.

There are snacks on the wooden table in the room. These are the last few days of late winter. Dim sum should not be very fresh, but it is enough to fill the stomach.

Guo Xiaojiu sat in front of the wooden table, which was the chair that Mr. Sun Shichang sat on during his lifetime. The layout of the house had not changed much. On the recliner in front of the window, an old man seemed to be lying on the recliner.

Under the snack on the wooden table, there was a letter that was left to Guo Xiaojiu. He picked up the letter

, slowly disassembled and looked carefully for a few seconds, leaving it freely.

While eating snacks, I read the last few sentences of the letter. The content was not much and it was easy to understand.

Guo Xiaojiu took the letter back into his arms. He found his pretty clean clothes in the room, hung a sword and a wine bag, and carried a sword behind him. He opened the door and looked into the lobby of the cottage.

The third day after a person dies is a good time to be buried in peace.

Guo Xiaojiu quickly went downstairs and nailed the old man's coffin. He carried the coffin and walked on the street. In the past few days, no one would choose to go out, except for the North and South Yamen Constables walking on the streets.

Without scruples of the constable's surprise gaze, Guo Xiaojiu reached out to hold the coffin and walked towards the streets leading to Chunmingmen.

After the death of a man, he was buried in peace. Mr. Sun Shichang saved his life, and he sent him off for Mr. Sun Shichang, which was a very fair deal.

After leaving the city, there was no obstacle along the way. It was right. The Tang Dynasty imperial capital is so busy that there was no chance to care about the behavior of these people in the martial arts world, as long as it was not caused trouble to the imperial capital.

Outside the city, he found the Feng Shui treasure land described in the letters of Yizai. He gently placed the coffin on the ground, found tools from the forest, and began to be busy.

It was not until the afternoon when the sun began to deviate southeast, and Guo Xiaojiu stopped his work. He clapped his hands and sat on the side of the grave.

"Old Master Sun, I wish you!" Guo Xiaojiu, who had learned about Sun Shichang's identity, took off the wine bag on his waist and sprinkled the wine on the grave.

The children of the world value the most favor. He also drinks alcohol, which is a match with Sun Shichang.

Without doing much stop, he had to start dealing with many things. Since there was nothing serious about him, he had to do something for the Tang Dynasty at this time.

For example, he needs to settle the business of the restaurant, he needs to understand Han Changli's situation at this time, and he needs to know when Ning Buer will return to the imperial capital.

Moreover, as a gangster, he should naturally stand on the top of the city at this time.

He stood up but did not leave immediately. He looked at the middle-aged Confucian scholar in white not far away and stood there in a daze.

With one hand on his chest, he smiled at Guo Xiaojiu: "Junior brother, why didn't you accompany your master and run out secretly? When you arrived in Datang, you didn't say hello to me. Even if the master doesn't recognize me as an apprentice, you can't ignore me as an apprentice."

"Senior Brother." Guo Xiaojiu hurriedly bowed, which was the etiquette he deserved to be free.

When he walked to the grave, he squatted in front of the grave and did not kneel down. There was no tombstone in front of the grave, which was the request of Mr. Sun Shichang himself.

"Thank you for your life-saving kindness," Guo Xiaojiu said politely again, and then he dared to squat down and squat beside him. He vaguely remembered that he had the same scene on the island a long time ago.

I reached out and wiped my clothes gently, then I raised one hand to Guo Xiaojiu and raised my head at him.

Reach your hand

After gently sliding over the scabbard, Guo Xiaojiu seemed to suddenly wake up. He raised his hand and collided with his free big hand, making a crisp sound.

"Now, the Tang Dynasty is in danger. We brothers, just like we did when we dug a bird's nest, worked together to do something for the Tang Dynasty." Zizai said, put down his hand, and he looked serious.

"What my senior brother is saying." Guo Xiaojiu nodded quickly, not daring to refute, but muttered in his heart: "I am afraid that only senior brother can do this kind of thing for the Tang Dynasty and put it together with the bird nest."

"You can do your own business first. It will take some time for the rebels to go outside the imperial capital. Then we will meet in front of the Zhuque Gate outside the imperial capital." Ji Zai stood up and raised his head. He had said these words to countless Jianghu who came to the imperial capital.

Today, he said this to Guo Xiaojiu.

"Yes." Guo Xiaojiu nodded and stood up at the same time.

When he looked up, Jizai had already left in the rays of light. Looking from afar, he could only see a white shirt.

Guo Xiaojiu started to enter the city, and he had to go back to the restaurant first. The restaurant was in the west market, and there was a long way to go.

The imperial capital is still dead, and there are few pedestrians on the streets and alleys. Even the most prosperous east and west cities in the past are no longer caring about. The entire imperial capital is like a stagnant water.

The door of the diner was also deserted, but the door of the diner was still open.

There was no sound of a confession in the wine shop, proving that even Mr. Qian Zangzhen had no interest in elegance at this time.

Guo Xiaojiu walked into the restaurant, but was a little surprised because he did not see the figure of Mr. Qian Zangzhen. Could it be that the restaurant was even thieves?

His eyes turned and he had figured out the paths. He held them on the scabbard and walked quickly up the second floor.

Just halfway through, the "pitch" sound from knocking on the stairs under my feet came to an abrupt end.

Sure enough, she was back.

Ning Buer stood on the stairs of the wine shop, his Taoist robe danced gently, and on the Taoist sword behind him, you could see the long silk of the sword tail.

The two of them looked at each other for a long time, and then they were speechless for a long time...
Chapter completed!