Xue Huaiyi sighed, "Actually, I don't need you to tell me. I know what I am! Why … when Su Liangsi beat me up, the Empress refused to protect me? Because she knows that she has to rely on these people to govern the country. Why … when Lai Junchen does whatever he wants, I don't dare to fall out with him. Because … she has to rely on people like Lai Junchen to maintain her authority. What am I? "
Xue Huaiyi laughed self-deprecatingly, "I'm just a plaything in that old woman's bed!"
Yang Fan said uneasily, "Master …"
Xue Huaiyi raised his hand again and stopped him, "I know how the world sees me. I also know how you saw me in the past. But what else can I do? You want me to abandon my power and riches and return to the streets to sell martial arts and fake medicine? I can't do it! It's not beneficial for me to get involved in these things, but I only know that I'm useful after getting involved! Otherwise, I, Xue Huaiyi, would have lived my life aggrieved. Now … a bunch of nobles are bowing to me. Hahaha, this is great! Don't you think so? "
Yang Fan remained silent. Xue Huaiyi laughed unrestrainedly, "It's worth it! What am I, Xue Huaiyi? I'm just a ruffian on the streets. Anyone can step on me. But now, I've slept with the woman that everyone in the world worships. Everyone respects and fears her like a god. But under my crotch, she's just an ugly old woman! "
Yang Fan said, "Master, you drank too much. Don't talk nonsense …"
Xue Huaiyi said indifferently, "What are you afraid of? You worship her like a god because you'll always see her god-like appearance. Do you know what she looks like after removing her makeup? Do you know that she snores and sometimes talks in her sleep? Do you know how old she looks when she shakily asks me to support her when she gets up at night? Do you know that she kneels in front of me like a dog with disheveled hair and talks nonsense … "
Yang Fan said in a deep voice, "Master!"
Xue Huaiyi sighed, "Alright! I won't talk about it anymore. Seventeen, you're different from me. You're really capable. You should rely on your own abilities to make a living! Let me tell you, none of the women in the imperial family are good. You can't touch them, you can't touch them! "
Yang Fan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "I was the one persuading him. How did he become the one persuading me?"
…
"Why isn't he out yet?"
Wu Youji looked towards the door of the Golden Hairpin Drunken Inn and said anxiously.
"Don't worry," Wu Youxu said, "can he stay in 'Golden Hairpin Drunk' for the rest of his life?"
Wu Youxu waved his hand to summon a guard, ordering, "Remember, when they come out, follow them. He had come here today to thank Master Xue and King Liang. There was no way he would follow Master Xue back to the White Horse Temple. Be patient and wait for that monk to leave before you make your move! "
That family warrior was wearing an indigo blue robe, his stature was majestic like a mountain, his eyebrows thick like a leopard's eyes, he looked very awe-inspiring. Hearing the voice, he respectfully complied.
Wu Youxu said again, "Remember, do not show mercy! Kill him on the spot, don't let him live! "
The large man complied again.
Inside 'Golden Hairpin Drunk', Xue Huaiyi rarely revealed his inner thoughts. He had kept these words bottled up in his heart for who knew how many years, and now that he was finally able to say them, he felt extremely carefree. After another round of drinking, he finally fell asleep on the table.
Yang Fan supported him and called out, "Master? Master! "
Xue Huaiyi waved his hand and said with a lisp, "You … you can go! When I wake up, I will return to the White Horse Temple … "Before he could finish his sentence, snoring sounded like a tsunami.
Yang Fan smiled bitterly. He could only go downstairs and call over the two young monks who had been waiting there. The two young monks recognized Yang Fan. When they saw him, they said respectfully, "Seventeenth senior brother."
Yang Fan said, "The abbot is drunk. Go up and take care of him. If the abbot needs to drink water or relieve himself, you will be able to serve him. This is not a good place to rest. After the abbot sobers up, we will return to the White Horse Temple. "
The two young monks agreed, "Seventeenth senior brother, don't worry. Master will have us to serve him."
Yang Fan nodded and said goodbye to them, walking out the door. The two young monks ran up the stairs.
"Coming, coming!"
Wu Youxu saw Yang Fan and immediately said excitedly.
Wu Youji's hands suddenly tightened. He stared fiercely at Yang Fan and said through gritted teeth, "Go! Kill him, gouge out his eyes, cut off his nose and mouth, and cut off his head. The more noise you make, the better! "
Wu Youxu hurriedly said, "Wait, wait for Master Xue to leave."
The two watched from the top of the building. They saw Yang Fan come out of 'Golden Hairpin Drunk', untie his fine horse, flip onto it, and gallop down the street. They couldn't help but be surprised.
Wu Youxu suddenly said, "Master Xue must be drunk. The heavens are helping me! Chase after him! "
The two of them hurriedly went downstairs. By the time they reached the ground floor, a group of family warriors had already chased after Yang Fan. The two of them hastily leaped onto their horses and chased after Yang Fan under the protection of a few family warriors.
Yang Fan's horse trotted down the street with light steps. The gentle breeze brought a trace of coolness.
Today, after drinking with Xue Huaiyi, Yang Fan was also a bit tipsy. He pulled at his clothes to let the wind pour in through his collar and whipped the horse again.
The fine horse galloped lightly. It turned into a large road ahead and entered a long street. After crossing this street, he would reach the southern city. When Yang Fan came out, it was already past noon. He thought that Xiaoman had already gone to the southern city. Since he was passing by, there was no harm in going to see her first before going home.
After his first love with Xiaoman, Yang Fan was very affectionate towards his little wife. Even more, after learning that she was Niuniu, Yang Fan had another kind of care and concern, as if she was still the little girl who needed his care everywhere.
There were many stalls on both sides of the street, mainly selling all kinds of snacks such as steamed pancakes, noodle soup, Pasta, and Mutton Offal. There were many people doing business, and there were also many people eating. A place like 'Golden Hairpin Drunk' was not something commoners could afford. The food stalls in the streets were heaven for them to enjoy delicious food.
Yang Fan slowed down his horse and looked at the freshly baked steamed pancakes. The aroma of meat hit his nose. His heart suddenly moved. He thought that it would be good to buy a few meat pancakes to taste with Xiaoman. He took out a few coins from his pocket and said to the shopkeeper: "Shopkeeper, I want to buy some steamed pancakes."
He bent down and handed the money to the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper quickly picked up a few steamed pancakes, wrapped them in oiled paper, tied them with a string, and handed them to Yang Fan. Yang Fan took them and thanked the shopkeeper. Just as he raised his head and picked up the horse, he was suddenly startled.
In front of him, four fine horses came side by side. The long street was originally very wide, but the distance between the four horses was very even, occupying the entire street. There were knights on all four horses with swords on their waists. There were also several rows of knights behind them. The pedestrians on the street saw that these people were acting strangely. Although they saw that the main street was occupied by them, they didn't dare to scold them. They all moved to avoid them. Some clever peddlers saw that the situation was not good and moved their stalls to the side of the road as much as possible.
Yang Fan turned his head and saw the same situation behind him. There were four rows of knights horizontally and six or seven rows vertically. They were galloping forward at an even speed, and the knights on the horses were slowly unsheathing their swords.
Yang Fan tied the oiled paper bag to the saddle bridge and calmly looked at the approaching knights. They were all wearing arrow sleeves, black silk hats, and leather belts around their waists. They were in an orderly formation, their necks were straight, and even their movements of unsheathing their swords were uniform. Yang Fan's eyes couldn't help but slightly narrow.
These people were obviously not officers and soldiers, but private soldiers raised by rich and powerful families. These private soldiers raised by rich and powerful families were originally soldiers who had retired from the army. They were well-trained and were like a real army, not a motley crew. These people's target was obviously him. Who else could it be that wanted to deal with him and had such power?
Yang Fan almost immediately thought of the other party's identity.
The steamed biscuit seller was a middle-aged man in his early forties. He had a long beard and a stocky figure. Because he was busy with business, the upper half of his back was soaked in sweat. At this moment, the sweat on his face seemed to have increased. He looked with terror at the approaching green-clothed knights from both ends of the street, not knowing what to do.
Yang Fan smiled at him and said, "Shopkeeper, there's nothing for you to do here. Go back to the house and hide."
"Oh! Oh, oh … "
The shopkeeper seemed to wake up from a dream and hurriedly ran back into the house. Yang Fan smiled and said, "Shopkeeper, let me borrow your pole!"
The shopkeeper didn't even turn his head and ran back into the house like a wisp of smoke.
Yang Fan stretched out his hand and pulled out one of the wooden poles supporting the shed. The steamed biscuit stall was originally supported by four wooden poles. With one missing, a corner of the stall was lowered, but it did not collapse.
Yang Fan held the pole in his hand and pinched its weight. He exerted his strength with both arms and suddenly shook the pole. With a 'weng' sound, a flower blossomed on the pole. It was not tough enough, but the thickness was suitable and very sturdy.
Yang Fan switched to holding the pole with one hand and hid half of it under his elbow. He pointed it up and with his other hand holding the horse's reins, he suddenly kicked the horse.
Almost at the same time he moved, the knights on both ends of the street also increased the speed of their horses. With their sharp blades raised high, they charged forward with a murderous roar …
Yang Fan lifted the horse and moved forward, completely relying on his legs to control the horse. The pole in his hand rolled up and down, moving forward rapidly. His strength was continuous and he could use it as he wished. The pole in his hand seemed to be alive. Although the opponents were also experts, they were still lacking by more than a level compared to him.
Using brute force to defeat ten people was not a superior pole technique. Brilliant pole techniques also relied on skill to win. The pole in Yang Fan's hand only had a defensive range of seven feet and an offensive range of less than ten feet. As he charged down, his hand only spread out seven inches above, below, left and right. His pole was like a tiger, advancing and retreating, dodging and dodging, protecting his body. With a sudden attack, it was like a rainbow drinking a stream and someone would definitely fall from the horse.
As the saying goes, a spear pierces a point and a pole sweeps a piece. In this kind of chaotic battle where one was fighting against many, a pole in hand was indeed an excellent weapon. As Yang Fan charged down, there were already more than ten empty horses behind him. The knights on the horses were either swept off or knocked off. Some of them were seriously injured and lying on the ground, groaning in pain. Those with light injuries were limping and struggling to get back on their horses.
But at the same time, more warriors rushed up with a roar. Their blades flashed like the sun shining on a dragon's scale. Suddenly, with a "kacha" sound, the pole in Yang Fan's hand was cut in half. The knights pounced on him like a pack of wolves …
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