Chapter 852 Wang Tongshan was killed in the military camp, and Xu Fengnian broke into the palace in the Western Chu
When the Xiangfu period, the old man who had already had a hoarse voice and shouted hoarsely for some reason suddenly began to burst into tears again, and the sadness and bitterness were still better than that of the past. Before the restoration of the country, the old teacher Sun Xiji, Cao Changqing and Jiang Si, who had not yet ascended the throne, had met this elderly madman on the street. The old Gengfu once called Sun Xiji “dead man” with Gengmao, calling Cao Changqing “dead man”. He looked at the princess Jiang Si in the fallen country, and cried in grief, crying and asking her only remaining “living man” to leave quickly. At that time, after the old renovator ran away, after Sun Xiji solved the mystery, Jiang Si learned that the old renovator was Jiang Shuilang. He was once in charge of the Chongwen Hall of the Great Chu at the age of 39. He was in charge of the three academies and 600 editors and proofreaders. He was a scholar who was praised by the late emperor of Western Chu as “there is Jiang Shuilang in literature and the chess is Cao Deyi.” Unlike many old people in Western Chu who advocated the tranquility of Huang Lao or directly escaped from the Zen wild forest, Jiang Shuilang went crazy, and had been crazy for more than 20 years, and had been knocking for this largest city in the Central Plains in the past for more than 20 years.
At this time, the old man’s turbid eyes gradually returned to clearness, and the gong and hammer in his hand fell on the street without realizing it. The old man suddenly turned around and ran, running wildly. He fell several times without caring about the pain, and got up and continued running. When the old man finally ran back to the lonely and dilapidated thatched hut, he began to look blank again, scratched his head hard, and finally squatted on the ground and sobbed like a skinny dog covered with scars. He was a little bit painful, not on his mouth, but from his heart filled with old past events, wailing one after another. The old man stood up with pain covering his head and face, staggered into the house, rummaged through the cabinets, and finally pulled out a handful of erhu from a pile of rags under the bed. The erhu python skin had already faded away, and the strings had long broken. The old man was stunned and dazed intently holding the erhu that even the piano rod was unknown. I don’t know how long it took, but the old man slowly let out a breath of turbid air, got up and moved a small broken stool, and sat in front of the house without steps. The old man straightened his clothes, closed his eyes, then stretched out a finger and dipped it in saliva. It seemed that there was a piano score in front of him, and it seemed that the old man had stretched out his hand to open it. Then he began to play the erhu and picked up a erhu that had no zither poles and strings.
The song in the old man’s heart is called “Spring and Autumn”.
The great river in Western Chu, the Xiongshan in East Vietnam, the outer border of the Northern Han Dynasty, the lychees in the Southern Tang Dynasty, the silk from Western Shu, and the giant trees in the Later Sui Dynasty…
When the old man was still called Jiang Shuilang, the Western Chu was called Da Chu!
My great Chu has Li Mi, the world’s number one national player, the Spring and Autumn Period soldiers, the Spring and Autumn Period soldiers, the Spring and Autumn Period soldiers, the Li Chungang, the world’s best-school Zhao Dingxiu, the world’s best-school Zhao Qing, the Cao family’s most proud Cao Changqing, the Cao family’s most proud, Sun Xiji, who was in the center when he was young, Zeng Xianglin, the most polite in the world, and Tang Jiahe, who was proficient in hundreds of schools of thought…
The old man cried non-stop.
The Great Chu was destroyed, and it was a man who had no support in the wasteland of spring and autumn.The lonely ghost who has nowhere to go.
The old man stopped and laughed for no reason.
Finally, the old man lowered his head and muttered to himself: “I’m not crazy. The country of Chu was destroyed. Some people pretended to be sleepy, some people pretended to be stupid, and some people pretended to be dead. I, Jiang Shuilang, just drunk.”
The old man wiped his tears randomly, looked up at the distance, and his fingers trembled.
Looking back at the time when the old man is not old, even the dead are not dead, I still remember a song that was once passed down through the court and the country. That piece was written for the great general Ye Baikui, composed the music by Jiang Shuilang, composed the lyrics by Wang Qing, and written the lyrics by Zhao Dingxiu.
The song is called “General’s Walk”, and someone will sing it where there is a well.
The old man sang generously, but he cried in tears just one sentence.
“The boy was not as tall as his crown, so Haoran left his hometown!”
In the inner city of Tai’an City, Liyang, there were people guarding the city from the inside to the outside. Master Liu Hao was one of them back then, and the ancestors of the Wu Family’s sword tomb are the same.
In addition to those martial arts masters, Tai’an City itself has two large formations with the Imperial Heaven Supervision as the center, which are constantly operating.
The magnificent formation in the capital of Xichu was already broken by Zhao Yi, the King of Guangling who occupied the magpie’s nest. However, there are still people guarding the city and guarding the gate. Lu Dantian, the sword path of Xichu, is one of them, but unfortunately he has not returned yet. The remaining two people who saw the dragon’s head but not the tail appeared in broad daylight today, and appeared so clearly in everyone’s sight. Standing behind the gate of the imperial city, one person was old and short, wearing a big sleeved robe and wooden clogs, like a straw man next to a rice field. Standing in front of the palace gate, he looked at the back of the former, who was also an old man in his seventies. This person wearing a python robe was neither the style of the Liyang vassal king nor in line with the etiquette system of the Western Chu royal family today, but the python robe that was only seen in the temples of the Great Chu in the past year. This old man surnamed Jiang, who was once expelled from the Dachu royal family, was tall but lifeless.
Between the two old men, there were a total of 1,600 elite imperial guards, with 1,600 bright iron armor, shining brightly under the sunlight, as if wearing the golden armor of the immortal in the Heavenly Court.
Above the two cities, there are nearly a thousand crossbows ready to go.
I saw the brave young man standing alone outside the gate.
Several generals wearing luxurious armor stood behind the chassis, and they were sweating coldly. No one dared to act rashly and dared to take the lead in giving orders.
The common people in the world’s two largest cities believe that there are land gods in the world. One is Tai’an City in Liyang, and the second is the one under their feet. All of this is largely because of one person, the high-ranking official Cao Changqing.
The martial arts and lakes in the East China Martial Arts City are not as good as these two cities, because Wang Xianzhi, who claims to be the second in the world, never calls himself a god. In the past few years, countless masters come and goAll of them were defeated by Wang Xianzhi, a man from the world, and by the way, the people in Wudi City were no longer interested in the so-called immortals.
But whether it is Cao Changqing or Wang Xianzhi, no matter how high their martial arts cultivation is, the young man under the city who pressed the hilt of his waist with his hands, was the most inappropriate master who was on the first floor.
Xu Fengnian stood there, and it was not until this moment that he suddenly realized that the old man in sheepskin fur was from Xichu.
Xu Fengnian grinned. I remember that after the battle between the three people in Tai’an City ended, top masters such as Cao Changqing and Deng Tai’a asked him the same question: Did the old man who broke into two thousand six in one qi in one go, cross the threshold of the heavenly being thousands of miles away?
At that time, Xu Fengnian did not give the answer directly, but just smiled and stretched out a finger with one hand, and then let the two of them guess.
The length of one air is thousands of miles away and hundreds of miles away.
A sword energy brings up thunder thousands of miles away.
As long as you can have a clear conscience, such as the blue-shirted sword god in front of a 6-year-old, and the old sheepskin fur man who untied his knot after a 6-year-old, he always becomes the best in the world so easily.
Because you are Li Chungang.
The world is so big, you are the only one with the short three-foot distance of the sword in your hand.
The title of invincible in the world is so heavy, and only you, Li Chungang, let go whenever you say you want to, and pick it up whenever you want to.
Xu Fengnian suddenly became a little angry.
Unfortunately, the object he wanted to get angry was no longer in this city, and was probably far away from Tai’an City at this time.
Cao Changqing, you shouldn’t have taken her away back then!
If it were today, you would come to me and the master of the front dress.
Xu Fengnian put his hands on the hilt of the Beiliang Dao and the Zhuhezhu, and took a deep breath.