Chapter 1: Returning to the hometown for wine for six thousand miles, the white fox face and entering the city with a sword
The old servant smiled very simply and brilliantly. His old face looked like a large reed that could only be seen when he went out of the far door and went to the wasteland. It may not be beautiful or magnificent, but it has his own feelings.
In the evening, the old and young people on the official road were stretched out by the afterglow. The old man carried a long bag wrapped in rags, dressed in rags, with white hair and a few thatched straws. If you make a broken bowl and squat on the ground, you may be able to beg. He was leading a skinny lame horse. The youngest person is actually quite old, with a face full of sham and a market shirt, like a refugee who is fleeing famine.
“Old Huang, after I waited for a while, I went into the city and went home, and there was a big bowl of meat. Damn, I didn’t think this wine and meat were rare before, but now I feel so greedy when I think about it. I dreamed every day.” A young man who couldn’t see his real age said weakly.
The sloppy old man who looked like a servant smiled and showed a yellow teeth missing from the front teeth, making him look honest and ridiculous.
“Laughing at your uncle, I can’t even cry now.” The young man rolled his eyes and said, he really didn’t have the energy tossing.
After returning from two thousand miles, I was just about to beg along the way. Along the way, I had touched fish in the water, caught rabbits with hide and played with them, climbed trees and dug bird nests, and brought some meat and cooked, regardless of whether there was salt or not, it would be the most delicious meal in the world. During this period, when he passed by the village and tried to steal some chickens and ducks, he was chased by a strong man carrying a hoe and a wooden stick several times and ran dozens of miles, almost exhausted.
Which rich man is not a rogue and powerful person?
Look at himself, he wears ragged clothes, a pair of straw sandals, and a lame horse. He is reluctant to slaughter and eat meat, and he is not willing to even ride, but he has a mouth full of free food.
There are even more evil slaves. Old Huang, who has lived for a long time, feels panicked just by judging, for fear that he will not be silent one day when he walks for two thousand miles. Then he will not even have a companion to speak, and he will have to dig a hole in the wilderness.
Before entering the city, there was a stall with apricot wine not far outside the city wall. He was so exhausted that he smelled the fragrance of the wine, closed his eyes, sniffed, and looked intoxicated, and he looked so fucking. As soon as he became angry, he walked over to find the only empty stool and sat down. He gritted his teeth and used his last strength to shout, “Waiter, have a drink!”
The drinkers around him who left the city or rested on the way to the city despise the cold-dressed master and servant, and deliberately sat away.
The waiter, who was busy with business, had to echo the voice, but when he saw the outfits of the master and servant, he immediately pulled down his face and went out to do business. He didn’t have the eyesight to see how he could do it. These two customers didn’t seem to be able to pay for the wine. The waiter was quite kind and didn’t drive people out immediately. He just smiled and reminded him, “We need two of our signature apricot wine.Ten cents a pot is not expensive, but it is not cheap either. “
If I had been treated like this before, young people would have let their dogs go to evil slaves, but for three years, they were used to being penniless, and their temper was too restrained. They gasped and said, “It’s okay, naturally someone will come to pay the bill, and your rewards will be indispensable. “
“Reward” the waiter opened his voice with contempt.
The young man smiled bitterly, put his thumb and index finger beside his mouth, used all the last bit of breastfeeding strength to whistle, and then he lay on the simple wine table and snored, and fell asleep. The waiter felt inexplicable, and only the sharp-eyed man could vaguely see a shadow flashing above his head.
A bird like an eagle falcon passed by the city like an arrow.
Perhaps the scene of the drinker drinking a bowl of apricot wine, the earth roared without warning, and the wine table shaking. The drinker widened his eyes and watched the wine swaying with the wooden table, and they all picked it up carefully and looked around.
I saw a group of iron cavalry rushing out from the city gate, stretching into two black lines, as if there was no end. In the dust, the tall horses were all heavy armored cavalry in Beiliang that were a hundred people who were moving around the world. The general led by the general carried a swaying king flag, as bright as blood, and wrote a letter: Xu! Guy, the direct army under the command of the King of Beiliang.
Who in the world can compete with the Northern Liang cavalry who galloped through the thirteen states of the north and south of the dynasty
In the past, the Western Chu Dynasty felt that no one dared to win over its 120,000 halberd soldiers dared to win over his sharp edge, but as a result, in the battle of Jinghe, the entire army was wiped out, and all the surrendered soldiers were killed, and they were wailed like thunder.
Two hundred elite cavalry rushed out, majestic and as powerful as a rainbow.
A hawk full of spiritual energy seemed to be leading the way.
Two hundred iron cavalry stopped instantly, and their movements were uniform. This skill was far beyond the scope of ordinary soldiers who were fighting for hundreds of battles.
The fourth-rank general, Zhe Chong, turned over and dismounted. At a glance, he saw the old servant leading the horse. He immediately ran to the restaurant, knelt down and saluted, and said respectfully: “The last general Qi Dangguo meets the prince! “
The shabby young man who said he wanted to give a reward was just murmured in his sleep, “Waiter, drink. “
The Northern Liang Palace is located in Qingliang Mountain, with thousands of households and a prosperous city.
As the only remaining king of the dynasty, the Northern Liang King Xu Xiao, who has a mixed reputation in the temple and the world, has obtained everything but the emperor’s throne. In the three northwest states, he is the well-deserved master, covering the sky with his hands and turning the clouds.
No wonder the adults in the court who disagree with the king of different surnames would curse Xu Manzi in private, and some of the ulterior motives even threw the hat of the “Second Emperor” to him.
Today, the royal palace was very lively. The powerful Northern Liang King personally opened the middle door and set up a brilliant ceremonial guard to welcome him.An old man with a fairy spirit and a Taoist priest, the people in the mansion only heard that he was a god from Longhu Mountain, a Taoist holy land. He fell in love with the foolish little prince and wanted to be a retreat disciple. This is a great blessing. The Beiliang Palace explained it as a fool who has a fool’s blessing.
No, the little prince has never cried since he was born. He knows nothing about reading and literacy. He can speak only at the age of six. His name is majestic. Xu Longxiang, and it is rumored that it was given by the old god from Longhu Mountain. He agreed to come and accept disciples again twelve years later. This is just as promised.
In a courtyard in the palace, the Taoist ancestor of the first-class master of Longhu Mountain twisted a snow-white beard, frowned, and carried an unusual little Zhong Kui-style peach wood sword. Combined with his appearance, he really deserved to be out of the world. Anyone who saw it sincerely praised the alien.
But this time, the admission of disciples was obviously quite obstacles. It was not that the royal family had any objections, but that his future disciple had a stubborn temper. He squatted under a pear tree and pointed his butt at him, a cheap master who could rank among the top three in the world’s Taoist dynasty. As for martial arts, cough cough, there should be one in the top thirty.
Even the King of Northern Liang, the great pillar country, had to squat there and persuade him, “Son, go to Longhu Mountain to learn a lot of skills. Whoever dares to say you are stupid in the future will beat him. Civil officials and generals below the third rank will not be afraid of being beaten to death. Dad will support you. Son, you are very strong, and it would be a pity if you don’t learn martial arts to win the top ten masters in the world. After returning from studying, Dad will give you a cavalry commander, riding five horses and wearing heavy armor, with great temperament.”