Xu Zizhen thought about the scene when he first came to this era, he met Li'er, met Zhao Yan, originally wanted to rely on his knowledge 800 years later, to be a rich man, but he still came to this point, and he was about to go to the final showdown with the Jin people.

Really the plan didn't change quickly.

Xu Zizhen smiled bitterly, as if a scene flashed in front of him like a marquee, he suddenly wanted to go to Suzhou to take a look, the first place he set foot in after coming to this era.

He got up early the next morning, but as soon as he went out, he found a man standing outside the door and waiting in the courtyard.

Wanyan Zongde? Xu Zizhen looked at the young man in front of him who was still not smiling, and couldn't help laughing, this kid has become his own servant from the beginning, and he doesn't know if his heart can withstand such a change, but it seems that it should be okay at the moment, and he can basically be trusted, after all, his family's feud still counts on himself to help him avenge it.

Xu Zizhen asked, "Why did you come so early?" ”

Wanyan Zongde nodded slightly and said hello: "You were already asleep when I came yesterday." ”

Xu Zizhen was a little embarrassed, he didn't call Yan Zongde with him yesterday, after all, he was a Jurchen, and he wanted to talk to him after drinking, but he was directly broken, and he didn't even know how to go back to the room.

He coughed and pulled away from the subject, "Ahem...... You're used to it here, aren't you? ”

Wanyan Zongde shook his head: "I have passed on the method of cracking the Iron Floating Slaughter to the leader of Bu, and I have nothing to do with the water army when I go to Huining Mansion, so I want to ask you, what should I do next?" ”

Xu Zizhen was stunned: "Have you finished teaching?" So fast? ”

He didn't believe it a little, it was really that thing in Tiefutu was too terrifying, he defeated this bird formation twice by means of a trick, if he really started a battle against each other, it would definitely be no fun, but now Wanyan Zongde said that he had taught Bu Fen the method of cracking, and he had only been here for a few days, so this is the end of teaching?

Wanyan Zongde didn't say anything, just nodded very seriously, Xu Zizhen was speechless for a while, this guy is still like this, isn't it okay to say a few more words to explain clearly? However, Xu Zizhen quickly figured it out, it was because of his character, so he said that he should really finish teaching after teaching, after all, he once led the Iron Floating Massacre, and he must know how to have shortcomings.

"Okay......" Xu Zizhen scratched his head helplessly, and suddenly he thought of something and asked, "Then you are idle now?" If it's okay, accompany me to Suzhou Mansion? ”

"Okay." After Yan Zongde responded, then paused, and said, "Don't forget to go again, Tianluo has someone in Suzhou Mansion." ”

Xu Zizhen frowned, Tianluo? The hand of the vultures was stretched so far.

But he still wanted to go, not for anything else, just because there were his memories in Suzhou City, the deep and elegant alleys, the clear and gentle rivers, and the old and unashamed uncle, Lei Zhutou, who had never laughed, and the flower master who died for him.

He didn't dare to guarantee that he would still be alive at this time next year, although he always looked smiling and confident in front of people, but he knew that taking a few thousand people to kill the capital of the Jin Kingdom was actually nine deaths, while he was still alive, Xu Zizhen wanted to review the original memory again, that's all.

Not long after, Xu Zizhen set foot on the road to Suzhou, he only took Yan Zongde, and the two of them rode east without telling anyone.

Yangzhou and Suzhou are only separated by more than 400 miles, and the two have arrived in Suzhou City in the evening.

Suzhou City is still so lively, the sun has sunk in the west, the city is still busy with a prosperous scene, here away from the Yellow River, away from the Jin soldiers, so everywhere there is a comfortable taste.

Xu Zizhen casually found an inn to cast, handed over the horse to Xiao Er, and walked out of the store with Wanyan Zongde.

There are villagers selling taro on the side of the road, and there are also selling dried osmanthus flowers, Xu Zizhen then remembered that the Mid-Autumn Festival is about to be, because these are the Mid-Autumn Festival things for the people of Suzhou.

Xu Zizhen's thoughts gradually drifted away, he remembered that when he first came to this era, he was wanted because he rescued those kidnapped girls because of injustice, and he couldn't live the first Mid-Autumn Festival, he was urgently called into Beijing by Zhao Huan last year, and he couldn't have the second Mid-Autumn Festival, although several wives were not around this year, but there were still Gao Pujun and Su San, including Bu Fen Wusong and other friends, it seems that they can finally have a Mid-Autumn Festival reunion dinner.

Wanyan Zongde didn't disturb him, just quietly followed him and walked along the street.

I don't know how long he walked, Xu Zizhen's expression moved, and his feet suddenly stopped, because a familiar old voice drilled into his ears.

"Little Er, give me half a pound of apricot crimson."

Xu Zizhen looked up sharply, and saw a wine shop on the side of the street, an old man who had seen a little rickety was taking out a few copper coins and putting them on the counter, and the other hand was holding a porcelain bottle with an open mouth.

Xiao Er took the bottle, put away the copper coin, and said with a smile: "Uncle Gui, isn't it good for you to simply beat three or four catties?" It's not enough to feed the cats with a little wine. ”

The old man shook his head and smiled: "I don't know how many times I can drink, it's good to be able to quench my cravings, hurry up, don't talk nonsense." ”

Xiao Er smiled and gave the old man a drink, the old man leaned on the counter and watched, but Xu Zizhen's eyes were red.

This old man is none other than the noble uncle he has been thinking about for a long time, the former Suzhou Mansion servant, who gave him the obscene old man who gave him the "Jiuyang True Scripture", but now the situation of the noble uncle does not seem to be very good, the name of the apricot scarlet sounds good, but the taste is poor and the wine is turbid, the only advantage is that the wine is still strong, it is the cheapest wine in the wine shop, and even the coolies are not very willing to drink.

Xu Zizhen only felt a tightness in his chest, and couldn't help striding forward, slapped a silver ingot on the counter with a snap, and shouted: "Xiao Er, bring your best wine here to Lao Tzu and move a jar." ”

Xiao Er's hands trembled with fright, and he almost knocked over Uncle Gui's broken bottle, and when he saw the ingot of silver, his eyes lit up, and he quickly wiped his hands and turned around and moved an open belly jar with a yellow mud seal, with a smile on his face: "Master Ke, this is ......"

Xu Zizhen didn't wait for him to finish speaking, and grabbed Uncle Gui: "Uncle Gui, let's find a place to drink." ”

"Hey, you ......" Uncle Gui was taken aback, just half a sentence but suddenly closed his mouth, his eyes flashed with surprise and joy, he didn't know Xu Zizhen, who was easy to face, but he was very familiar with the strange accent of the official dialect that was not like the official dialect.

Wanyan Zongde picked up the big wine jar without saying a word, leaving Xiao Er to touch his head and be spontaneously stunned.

Xu Zizhen pulled Uncle Gui straight to the mouth of an alley where no one was around, then stopped, turned his head and hugged the old man, and said in a dumb voice: "Uncle Gui, I miss you to death." ”