Chapter 747 Deng Tai’a showed off his skills in Xishu, and Jiang Axe untied his heart
After the old monster Wang, who was like a divine needle in Dinghai in the city of Wudi, died in Beiliang, his status in the Jianghu Lake plummeted, especially after the tide and others left the East China Sea one after another, this holy land of the former world in the rivers and lakes had been turbulent for a long time. There are many separatist forces in the city, especially without the constraints of the ban on military order, and the appointments between experts are frequently difficult to find a higher position as the battle location. There are countless armed fights between sects. It is said that some people who are interested in it have calculated that there are more than 60 sects that suddenly emerged and destroyed within only half a year. Of course, many of the so-called gangs are kittens and puppies. All these chaos did not begin to stabilize until the young man surnamed Jiang was rushing to the city half a year after he was experiencing a tide on the city wall. There are many speculations about the identity of young people. Some say that Jiang Fu Ding is Wang Xianzhi’s true closed disciple, and some say that Jiang is a banished immortal similar to Qi Xuanjian. He has great luck and is the one who is disgusted and disgusted in this generation who ultimately restrains the King of Northern Liang.
Jiang Axe, who was alone in Wudi City, ignored the world’s affairs, but was just rushing to the city day after day. The handsome young man who had been hanging his waist across the river and into Liang to provoke the King of Northern Liang, had fair skin sunk into bronze like a fisherman. Since the master of boxing, Lin Ya, left Wudi City, Jiang Fuding has never drunk much. In fact, he was not a big deal. Wang Xianzhi’s residence had become a homeless place. Jiang Fuding dominated the former residence of the old monster with his fists. He was shattered by his unconvinced and blinded.
This night, bright moon grew on the sea.
With the moonlight, Jiang Fuding rarely carried a pot of wine and sat on the top of the city, sat cross-legged, and slowly drank. This young man with a very secret identity was once a young and frivolous person. In such a huge Tai’an City, among his peers, he despised General Gu Jiantang’s two sons were too rigid, despised the fourth prince who was only good at being good but not ambitious, despised the eldest prince Zhao Wu, and despised the children of Huang Zi Gong and the children of the prince Huang Zi were all full of money. In the end, he was just as interested as Zhao Kai, the illegitimate son of the late emperor. Before Zhao Kai returned to the capital from Shangyin Academy and died at the Tiemen Pass of the Western Regions, the two were drunk. One said that he would make irresistible contributions to the Zhaoshi in Liyang, and the other said that the country belongs to you and the world belongs to me. If Zhao Kai helps you sit on the dragon throne in the future, how can I be named Jiang Axe Ding, a Xiaoyao King? Jiang Axe Ding looked at the bright moonlight on the sea and was stunned. Comparing with identity and family background, Zhao Kai is the emperor’s son and Yang Taisui’s disciple. Jiang Fu Ding He Zeng was the son of the imperial teacher of Li Yang. Although he had been hiding his identity in order to deal with the endless revenge and assassination since childhood, he completely hid his name and did not have the man’s surname Yuan, but who would dare to underestimate him, Jiang Fu Ding’s youngest son Wang Xionggui, the old minister of the Ministry of Revenue of Jiang Fu Ding. Now the guy who was the leader of the four great princes in the capital had a conflict with him in his early years, but afterwards he came to kowtow and admit his mistake that night. When he was young, Jiang Fuding said he wanted to practice swords, but the man who was vague in his words was coming for him.Gu Jiantang’s sword score, Gu Jiantang, who was the Minister of War at that time, even Fang Cun Lei personally taught him, and the man even took out the crossing river from the Great Nei Armory. In those ten years, no less than twenty martial arts masters brought him a hand, including Master Liu Yao, who was in the same status as the same transcendent realm!
In this case, why did Jiang Fuding lose to the person named Xu
Jiang Fuding threw the wine pot into the sea and shouted, “How can I be willing to do it, how can I admit defeat!”
Jiang Fuding gasped and took out a book from his arms, as if he wanted to give up like the wine pot, but he raised his arm, and finally threw it away without saying anything.
This book is the real relic of his father.
The man whose real name is not well-known was once the well-deserved imperial teacher of Li Yang. A strategist who is close to the demon from the Yang Dynasty, his opponent is Xun Ping, Huang Long Shi, Xu Xiao, Yan La King Zhao Bing, and Zhang Julu’s “Yonghui Spring”.
Jiang Fuding murmured, “Dad, you have never lost, so how can I compare to you?”
Jiang Fuding slowly withdrew his hand, looking at the yellowed book with a blank expression. The title of the book is written in meticulous regular script, and there is a very strange name: “Night Ship”. Jiang Fuding knew the reason, because that man once mentioned that the only knowledge in the world is the most difficult to deal with in the night boat. The book begins with an absurd story, which says that the three religions of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, and four people sailed in the sea with an old boatman. The Confucian scholars said that the learning of helping the people was great and righteous, the Taoist scholars said that the art of immortality was unparalleled, and the monk said that the profound Buddhist teachings were the most profound. The Heavenly Girls scattered. The boatman first became more and more shocked as he heard it, and almost threw away the bamboo pole in his hand. Later, the more he heard it, the more he became more and more sleepy, and he was confused. Finally, he accidentally lost the boat pole, which made it impossible for the four of them to return to the shore.
This book was handed over to Jiang Fuding after Yuan Benxi came to Emperor Wu City when he took Song Keli out of Beijing and traveled across the country. He only said that the stories in the book are just heard of rural strange stories, like ghost paintings, which are difficult to enter the elegant hall. They are just a boring child drama. They have nothing to do except to look at their son a few pages.
The number of words in this book is as high as 200,000, so each page seems extremely dense. Jiang Fuding could fully imagine that scene without any magnificence: When a slightly withdrawn old man was on duty in Hanlin Academy as Yuan Pu, he had a small pot of wine with cheap and good quality, a plate of rice with fragrance, a purple hair of an old rabbit like a cone like a knife, sitting alone and drinking, writing very slowly, and outlining very little. Whenever he wrote to himself, he sipped a sip of wine…
Jiang Fuding carefully put the book back in his arms, lay down back, and looked at the bright moon above his head: “When I was a child, you told me that heaven and earth gave birth to me seven-foot man, that is to win, be a hero, lose, and be a ghost hero after death.”
Jiang Fuding closed his eyes and said bitterly: “But youFor the last moment, I said that as long as I live well, it would be enough. “
After a long period of silence, this young man who was the most introverted in Wudi City was like sleeping to death.
In the morning bathing, Jiang Fuding finally opened his eyes, Jiang Fuding sat up and whispered: “I have thought about it. People in the world can forget one hundred and one thousand Jiang Fuding, but they cannot forget that Yuanbenxi! “
Jiang Fuding stood up again, and said in tears with tears in his eyes, “Dad… I want to ask for this account with Zhao Zhuan and Li Yang for you. I will help Zhao Zhu sit on the dragon chaise… I… miss you very much.
“If you are lucky enough to die, then we will meet in the temple…”
At this moment, a little boy carrying a small bamboo cage trotted up to the top of the city. Although his clothes were shabby, he took care of himself quite neatly. When he was not speaking, his clean face also had a solemn look that children of the same age did not have. The child who was jogging all the way saw the familiar slender back, breathing calmly, and then shouted loudly: “Jiang Axe Ding!”
Jiang Axe Ding calmed down and turned to look at the child who was born and raised in Wudi City. He seemed to be an orphan. An elderly couple in the city adopted him and opened a bun shop not far from Wang Xianzhi’s old residence. It is said that in the past, Wang Xianzhi’s apprentices Yu Xinlang and Lin Ya both liked to go to that small place to have breakfast. The seven or eight-year-old child naturally had a higher vision. The child has a thin native dog, and if he has something to do, he will walk the dog all over the city, which makes it look like a general leading his troops to patrol the territory. After Jiang Fuding arrived at Wudi City, no one helped to take care of his life. Especially after Lin Ya left the East China Sea, he was very particular at all times, so he solved the breakfast at the bun shop at random. Every time he bought a small bun with thin skin and juice for twenty cents. Over time, he became familiar with the child who collected money. Occasionally he would tease this child who was very serious about what he did and said. Jiang Fuding was also puzzled, how could a casual couple teach such a weird child full of old pedantic atmosphere?
The child with the old couple named Gou handed the cage of buns to Jiang Fuding and said seriously: “Twenty cents, keep the account first. If you forget, I will remind you.”
Jiang Fuding said helplessly: “Gou ignores it, only twenty cents, you must be left out.”
The little boy glared and said, “My surname is Gou, and my name is good! It is taken from the sage’s classics, “If your parents are here, you will not travel far away, and you will have good luck.”
Jiang Fuding, who had been silent in the East China Sea for a long time, would only show a little bit of the demeanor of aristocratic families in the capital that year, and said with a smile: “You don’t even know who your parents are, why should you be ‘good’. I think it’s more appropriate to give your childhood sweetheart, the nickname she gave you. If you ignore it, you will ignore it, and it will be more convenient to shout.”
The child raised his face and said: “Don’t say anything that is wrong.”
Jiang Fuding laughed and said: “The little brat knows what kind of etiquette is not etiquette? I remember the scholar who told me that etiquette is just a matter of reasoning. That was Yan Shenggong of the saint of the Zhang family. ”