Seventh Pagoda

The eighth day of August in the 11th year of Heqing.Ding'anmen.

Jing Fulin was sitting on the armchair of the scarlet sour branch carving Ganoderma lucidum, holding a cup of Wanchun silver leaves, the buds and leaves were tightly rolled and even, the soup was bright yellow and green, the aroma was fresh and tender, and the taste was mellow.

After sitting for more than half an hour, he was very bored at the moment, lowering his head and counting the tea in the cup for fun.

Since the release of the imperial list to recruit national teachers three days ago, Ding'anmen has become a mess.

There are those who throw pots, those who step on poles, those who swallow swords, those who go off fire, and those who hold bowls, those who play flower plates, those who tame monkeys and snakes. .

Today, a Maoshan Taoist came from somewhere, pretending to be a ghost, holding a clean bottle, muttering something in his mouth, dipped willow branches and sprinkled them everywhere, and then blew on them, burning them into pieces.

Yang Yulin walked and ate a bowl of pine nut cheese, and passed by the Anding Gate. Seeing the crowds, bustling for some reason, she carefully protected the pine nut cheese in her arms, and walked around from a distance.

Who wants to go halfway, the crowd suddenly recedes like a tide, scrambling to come over, Yang Yulin can't dodge it, was pushed out by someone unexpectedly, and fell right in front of Jing Fulin.

A bowl of pine nut cheese smashed into pieces with a "bang dang", and the person fell out and hit the ground with a "boom", the pain in his brain was scattered like broken porcelain, his eyes went dark, and he fell unconscious.

Fu Dali had drawn his saber earlier, but Jing Fulin raised his hand to block it, without raising his eyes, he said in a rather perfunctory manner, "Let's just do it." Fu Dali put away the saber, and went to reveal the list in response, when suddenly someone in the crowd shouted loudly: "My lord ! Small dissatisfaction!"

Jing Fulin sat impatiently for a long time, but there was a smile on his face: "Oh? Who is not convinced?"

"My lord! It's me!" The voice was like a bell, and a burly and strong man stood up first, shirtless, holding two big hammers in his hand. "This man is as thin as a chick. It's hard to say whether he has three points of strength in his hands. How can he take on the important task of the national teacher!"

Jing Fulin narrowed his eyes: "Are you not convinced?"

The brawny man spoke uprightly: "I won't accept it!"

Jing Fulin smiled, and only replied with one word: "Hit."

This brawny man had been bare-chested in Ding'anmen for three days and performed chest crushing. Fu Dali had long disliked him. Now that he got the order, he walked up as light as a swallow.

While Fu Dali was playing, Jing Fulin asked leisurely, "Are you convinced?"

The strong man begged for mercy repeatedly: "Submit! Submit! The little one submit!"

Fu Dali chased after him and punched him on the chest a few more times before letting go.

The smile on Jing Fulin's face was even wider, like a spring breeze: "Who else is not convinced?"

There was silence for a while.

Jing Fulin was satisfied, took a last sip of tea, put down the cup, and told Fu Dali: "Take the national teacher back to the palace."