On the previously secluded desert bordering Youzhou and Helian Prefectures, some untimely figures appeared out of nowhere. A child in a tattered fur coat and a white scarf was busy driving the flock of sheep. The land at the border was barren. Fortunately, the spring grass was plump compared to other seasons. Even so, the six or seven old goats were still thin and dirty, looking like a group of lethargic old people. The child had a straw rope tied tightly around his waist. His cheeks were dark and thin. He had a wooden pole under his armpit and an old sheep whip in his hand. He walked and stopped with the flock of sheep eating grass. When he stopped, he would hold the sheep whip in his mouth and hold the pole with both hands, waving it wantonly. Occasionally, he would imitate the posture of some adults in the village shaking the pole. Northern Liang worshipped martial arts, and its people were ferocious. There were many "dens" that were rich in hard martial arts. This was because the experts in the eyes of the common people were usually in a large group. Even the women and children knew some martial arts. For example, there was a saying in Youzhou that nine out of ten sheep knew martial arts. This was the first half of the saying, and the second half was that only one out of nine martial arts masters could be a great spear. It meant that it was easier to practice martial arts than spear. However, since ancient times, the poor studied while the rich practiced martial arts. Such a poor child would not be able to touch the threshold of spear arts in his lifetime.
After that, the child saw a frightening scene more than ten miles to the south. The earth suddenly shook, the sand suddenly rose, lightning flashed, and the wind was calm. The child was curious and thought that the flock of sheep would not get lost, so he began to drag the pole and whip to the south. He was thin and sallow, but his legs were not weak. Beiliang was very cold. Children from poor families were really weak. They could not survive the winter and could not be lazy. Therefore, children who grew up eating sand in the northwest frontier fortress, no matter how short and thin they were, would definitely lose in a fierce fight with their peers in rich Jiangnan.
The child ran to the south, bending his back and rushing forward. He was unusually fast. While running and taking a few breaths, there were inexplicable explosions not far away. It was human nature to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. It was not that the child did not think of turning back, but there were a few times when his stubbornness overcame his timidity, and he gritted his teeth and continued running south.
Just like that, the goat-herding child slowly approached the battlefield in a daze.
Hsu Fengnian's soul floated over and found Huang Longshi and Miss Hehe.
When the calculative Huang Sanjia saw this scene, the old man holding Hehe could not help but be shocked and stunned. Was the most powerful vassal king in Li Yang really going to die like this? How many days had it been since he became the Emperor of the Northwest?
His way of dying was quite spectacular, fighting a battle to the death with Wang Xianzhi. However, the people of the world were fond of the four words, "Although defeated with honor", but they didn't like to die with honor.
Huang Longshi sat cross-legged and gently held his silly daughter in his arms. He was a little emotional. In Tai 'an City, he did not predict the choice of the Wooden Sword Ranger. This time, he also did not predict the choice of another young man. But no matter what, the boy named Xu still came as promised. The two souls of Hsu Fengnian held Jia Jiajia's hands respectively and transferred the last of their "vitality" to her. They tried their best to wash away the disaster planted by the old Taoist of Dragon Tiger Mountain. The girl's complexion gradually improved and became rosy.
Huang Longshi had walked a long path in his life and had seen too many things in the world. The old man had sneaked into Beiliang several times. Not only did he think that Chen Zhibao was better than Hsu Fengnian, but he even appreciated Yuan Zuozong more than His Royal Highness who was rotten on the outside. In the old man's eyes, the trick of hiding one's own stupidity was not a brilliant method worthy of admiration. This boy was born noble, so what if he was cursed? It was his fate to be constantly assassinated. Speaking of miserable endings, the people in Xiangfan City who were cooked by their relatives, were they not miserable? When the country was destroyed and their families were in exile, those children who were sold by their cruel parents according to their weight were not miserable? More recently, the little girl in his arms also had a miserable life. All living things were bitter, and most of them were unspeakable. Even when Huang Longshi saw that Xu Fengnian had resolutely descended the mountain to stop Wang Xianzhi without a perfect plan, he was only slightly surprised. He took it even more as a matter of course. This was something he owed to the daughter in his embrace in the first place. He even felt that this kid was extremely scheming, hoping that he, Huang Longshi, would lend a hand. Only when the situation was settled did Huang Longshi truly show some emotion. He asked softly, "You don't regret it?"
Hsu Fengnian smiled and shook his head. Although he opened his mouth without saying anything, it was enough for Huang Longshan to know the general meaning, "The reason why I rushed here was not only because of the agreement, but also because I knew that even if I tried my best, I couldn't beat that old man. Since one of us would die anyway, I might as well let one live. Senior, you don't have to think too much. "
The two of them asked and answered.
"Why didn't you hide in the army at the border and avoid fighting? No matter how powerful Wang Xianzhi was, he would have to kill until his hands were tired before he could see you."
"I did think of that. But if I did, the army that Beiliang had worked so hard to gather would collapse. And if Wang Xianzhi chose to assassinate me in anger, I wouldn't be able to avoid it either. And if I was afraid of fighting, Gao Shulu's spirit would reject me even more. If I was caught by Wang Xianzhi, even if my third soul returned from a long journey, I would lose my foundation and would be doomed to die the moment I saw him. Rather than die a cowardly death, it would be better to have a proper fight. It would be best if he could survive. Even if he died, with Wang Xianzhi's magnanimity, she would not personally say that the new Prince Liang died at his hands. At that time, it would appear that I am a fake Prince Liang, and it would be useful. "
"You're about to die, and you still want the Xu family to continue guarding the northwest gate for the court? People speak the truth when they're about to die. It seems that in the past, This Old Man was measuring the stature of a gentleman with his own yardstick. "
"Naturally, it's not guarding the gate for the Emperor of the Zhao family. It's not even for the people of the Central Plains. It's just Xu Xiao's family business. I promised him that I would take it. It's that simple. On top of that, it's a good thing if the south can suffer less and have fewer people die. "
"First there was Chen Zhibao, then there was Wang Xianzhi. These two mountains are not much lower than the mountains that the Emperor of the Zhao family is facing with Xu Xiao and Zhang Julu. Do you understand the grievances here?"
"Removing the vassals is the general trend. It's just that the Xu family and the Zhao family are on opposite sides. I don't deny that the one in Great Peace City is a wise ruler. On the contrary, he can not only establish a country like his ancestors, but also revive the dynasty. Even if he's at the end of a dynasty, he might be able to turn the tide and continue the dynasty. But this doesn't prevent me from being his mortal enemy. However, he wants Zhang Julu to die a horrible death. He should be going against the current. The poor people in the wilderness are constantly entering the court and squeezing out the positions of the Chinese families. It's not something that he can stop alone. Senior used 20 years to uproot the fields of the Spring and Autumn Period. Master Li Yishan praised you endlessly. In the last years of Yonghui, senior sneaked into Beiliang for the third time. After meeting with Chen Zhibao, Xu Xiao secretly mobilized most of the elites of the Fushui Association and 700 Autumn Water Light Cavalry, led by Lu Qiu 'er and Xu Yanbing. They were determined to keep senior here. But master was determined to stop them, so they didn't move. "
"There's such a thing?"
"Yes."
"Many people have praised me in private, but Li Yishan's comment about me being a man of great ambition and extraordinary talent was the only one who hit the mark. Do you know why? "
"I don't know."
As they chatted, one of the two "Hsu Fengnian" absorbed the tribulation in Miss Hehe's body like a whale, and the other helped her to fill in the divine will.
Huang Longshi smiled and said, "It's okay if you don't know. In another book, an ancient person named Kong Zhigui wrote an ancient text called 'Northern Mountain Translation Text'. The eight words in it are very suitable for me. 'The sun is bright, and the frost is cold in autumn'. Later, Huang Tingjian extended it and wrote a sentence, 'When young and talented, he will accept noble visits, but when old, he will be loyal and righteous.' "
The two Hsu Fengnian were a little puzzled, but they didn't think too much about it.
Huang Longshi thought for a moment and stretched out his palm to flatten the yellow sand at his feet. He used his finger to write fourteen words, 'The lantern of the house of the rich is bright, and the moon of the poor is bright.'
The old man then muttered to himself, "It can be said that the taste of the imperial edict is profound, and the feelings of the world are extremely clear."
As a person who forgot worries, the soul of the Hsu Fengnian nodded.
Huang Longshi continued to use his finger as a pen and the sand as paper to write the second sentence, 'But with others, the fish knows that the water is cold and the water is warm. If one is not satisfied, one will often be eight or nine, regardless of whether the flowers bloom or fall in spring.'
The soul of the Hsu Fengnian, who had borrowed Wang Xiaoping's sword, laughed it off.
Huang Longshi quickly wrote the third sentence, 'There is no end to numbers, and there is no long misfortune.' The old man then raised his head and looked at the Hsu Fengnian.
The Hsu Fengnian nodded and then shook his head.
Huang Longshi lowered his head and looked at the little girl in his arms who had turned around and returned from the gates of hell. He said softly, "This Old Man once used Wen Hua to scheme against you. Don't you bear a grudge?"
"How could I not bear a grudge? It's just that there are differences in the size of the grudge, and there are differences in the order of revenge.
"That should be the case."
Huang Longshi nodded and said, "The poem in the book that was mentioned earlier, for the old man Wang Xianzhi, it was already considered old and awe-inspiring. But he is a hundred years old and is the most powerful person in the world. In the end, bullying a younger person who hasn't even reached the age of thirty is not an act of kindness."
The Hsu Fengnian, who had rushed to the battlefield with the Spear of Ksana, stared tenderly at the girl. "Everyone has their own way of living, but some fundamental principles are the same. It's just that Wang Xianzhi had one sentence that blocked all the words. His fist is hard, so he can ignore the principles of others. Since I have lost, there is no way for me to reason with him. "
At this point, the girl was about to wake up. The two Hsu Fengnian did their best, stood up, and left.
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