The wind rose above Beiliang.
At the border between Liangzhou and Liuzhou, a group of about ten people slowly traveled from east to west. There were old men who lifted the curtains and sat outside the carriage. There were middle-aged knights who carefully guarded the carriage. There were also young men and women who were attracted by the vast scenery in the northwest. They finally couldn't help but spur their horses forward and compete with each other in riding. At the front and back of the group, there were two steady men who gave off the aura of Jianghu. From time to time, they would pay attention to their surroundings in case something unexpected happened. The white-haired old man who was clearly the backbone of this group sighed with emotion. "The summer solstice, pointing to the southeast, should have been a great time for all living things to grow up. The vegetation is already like this, but who knows how many people will die. "
The coachman was an old man of about the same age. However, because he was a martial arts grandmaster, he was much more vigorous than his good friend behind him. After hearing his old friend sigh with emotion, he didn't say anything. In his heart, he was very confused as to why his good friend didn't choose to show off his ambitions in Great Peace City. Even if he was slightly inferior to the head of the secretariat, he was definitely not far off. At the very least, he could be on par with Yao Baifeng, who had just become the first scholar of the six academies. However, since his old friend said that he wanted to come to the chaotic Beiliang, he naturally wouldn't refuse. Without another word, he brought two juniors from Jianghu who, like him, disdained to participate in some martial arts convention. They escorted his good friend's group from Shangyin Academy to Beiliang, which was located at the northwest border. However, he had his own bottom line. If his old friend went straight to Liangzhou's Qingliang Mountain, then he would only send him off to the outskirts of Liangzhou's capital. He definitely wouldn't take half a step into the city. After all, when the old Liang King led the Xu family into Jianghu, one of them was his sect. Even though so many years had passed and his sect had long since retired, the old man still hadn't untied the knot in his heart. Fortunately, on this trip to the northwest, they only strolled around Xiaguang City in Youzhou. Then they entered Liangzhou and went around Qingliang Mountain to Qingcang City in Liuzhou. The Northern Liang Prince's Mansion also turned a blind eye to this and did not disturb them. Although the Second Princess of Northern Liang, Xu Weixiong was one of the inner disciples of her good friend, Han Guzi, and Xu Huang, Sima Can, Liu Duanmao, and the others in the caravan were also her fellow disciples.
The old man whose reputation in Shangyin Academy was close to that of Grand Chancellor Qi Yanglong laughed softly. "It's the beginning of summer. On this day, the Liyang Emperor will lead the civil and military officials to the southern outskirts of Great Peace City to welcome the summer. Whether it's the Emperor, who always wears a yellow dragon robe during court meetings, or the court officials who are always in yellow and purple, they all have to wear Vermilion ceremonial robes under the constant reminders of the officials from the Ministry of Rites. After the ceremony, the Emperor will open the ice cellar in the palace and give the ice that was stored last winter to the officials who were evaluated as superior by the Ministry of Personnel. It's a pity that my unofficial disciple, Xu Gong, who is the assistant minister of the Ministry of War, was somewhat implicated by his Junior Sister Xu and had to stay in Liangzhou to patrol the border. Otherwise, he would definitely have a share. Oh right, Old Song, your hometown has the custom of drinking 'spring wine' to celebrate the arrival of spring, right? "
The coachman nodded and said in a muffled voice, "We've already finished the wine we brought when we set out. Under the suggestion of that Provincial Governor Mi from Lingzhou, alcohol is now banned everywhere in Beiliang. The most we can buy is Green Ant Wine. I don't want to drink this wine."
Han Guzi said helplessly, "Song Xinsheng, oh Song Xinsheng, why are you, an old drunkard, getting angry at Green Ant Wine? Aren't you just looking for trouble? If you really have the ability, then go fight with that young Great Grandmaster surnamed Xu. "
The coachman became more and more annoyed. He snorted coldly. "I can't beat him! If I could beat him, I would have drunk hundreds or thousands of catties of Green Ant Wine. "
While the two old men were chatting, four or five riders galloped toward them from afar. Other than Han Guzi's granddaughter, Han Guxiu, the others were the old man's favorite students. The oldest man was in his forties. He was recognized as a master of the art of war but refused to enter the imperial court, Xu Huang. There were also Sima Can, who was in his early thirties, and the handsome Liu Duanmao of the School of Legalism. As for the woman with a cold temperament, she was a strange martial arts genius known as the "Living Armory", Jin Baoshi. Since childhood, she had shown an amazing talent of eidetic memory. She had read all the martial arts secret books of all the major sects in the world, but she did not practice martial arts. Among them, Liu Duanmao's appearance was the most unbearable to look at. His skull was sunken, his nose was sunken, and his teeth were exposed. He had the appearance of someone who was destined to die young and be poor. Especially when he was together with Jin Bao Chu, who had an outstanding posture, he looked extremely ugly. If an ordinary timid girl looked at him, she might have nightmares at night.
After Xu Huang approached the carriage, he softly said, "Sir, just now, three li to the north, we encountered Northern Mang scouts. Judging from their attire, they should be Liu Gui's subordinates, the Black Fox Guard. There are close to an entire unit of men and horses, and they should be coming for us. If nothing unexpected happens, a cavalry troop will slaughter their way out very soon. Based on Liang Mang's similar scouting regulations, the number of cavalry behind the marking post was linked to the number of people, at the very least, there were over a thousand. The Beimang cavalry following behind us is only five hundred. If we continue to move forward, they may not be able to enter the battlefield in time. Should we go south or turn back to buy time for the five hundred Beimang cavalry? "
Han Guzi had a geomancy map on his knees. After looking around, he stretched out his hand and quickly pinched his fingers. He smiled and said, "It's a good fortune. It's okay. We can continue to move forward. Even if the sky falls, there will be someone to hold it up."
Xu Huang smiled and didn't say anything else. It wasn't just him, everyone believed this without a doubt, directly ignoring the large scale Northern Mang cavalry that was about to arrive. It was not that they were arrogant or that they relied too much on the martial arts grandmaster Song Xinsheng's combat strength. It was because their teacher, Han Guzi, was an erudite man. He knew the ways of the world and was flawless. When Huang Longshi was just an ordinary student in Shangyin Academy, he was extremely conceited. Thus, there was a saying, "Apart from the grain, there is no one else."
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