The highest record was a foreign wanderer who fought with a local swordsman on the street because of a disagreement. They fought from the vegetable stall on the street to the lakeside and finally fought all the way to the rooftop of Liangzhou's largest Sparrowhawk Fragrant Building. He woke up the Crown Prince who was having sex during the day. The Crown Prince couldn't care less about the beautiful lady who was as white as jade and cheered loudly at the window. After the incident, with the help of His Royal Highness, not only did the government not pursue the matter, they even almost gave the wanderer a big brocade of Liangzhou's best man. He even asked his servant to quickly send over a stack of banknotes worth a hundred thousand.
Without His Royal Highness who liked to play with eagles and dogs, the great Lingzhou was really lonely. The ladies of decent families finally dared to go out and buy rouge prettily. The second-rate playboys finally didn't have the devil who bullied men and took women with them. The brothels, big and small, also couldn't wait for the number one Crown Prince to spend a lot of money.
The King of Beiliang, Xu Xiao, gave birth to two daughters and two sons. They were all weirdos.
When the First Commandery Princess got married, she defeated three husbands in a row and became the most beautiful widow in the dynasty with the most dowry. Her beauty spread far and wide in the five counties of Gangnam-do, and her style was unrestrained.
Although the Second Commandery Princess's appearance was average, she was knowledgeable and knowledgeable. She studied under Master Han Guzi of the Shangyin Academy and became the Junior Sister of Xu Huang, who was a master of the art of war, and the warlock Sima Can.
Xu Longxiang was the King of Beiliang's youngest son and was relatively unknown. His eldest son was a guy who was famous even in the capital. When the great pillar of the country, Xu Xiao, was mentioned, the Crown Prince Hsu Fengnian would definitely be brought up. It was a pity that Xu Xiao was brave on the battlefield, but his son was a prodigal son.
Three years ago, His Royal Highness, Hsu Fengnian, was rumored to have been chased out of the palace with a sword on his neck. He was forced to learn the routine of the younger generation of the Guanzhong noble families before their coming of age. In a flash, three years had passed and there was no news of him at all. Lingzhou still remembered the touching scene of tears in the eyes of the dozens of playboys and dozens of courtesans on the city wall when His Royal Highness left the city. However, there was an inside story that when His Royal Highness left, the Red Sparrow House's banquet lasted all night. Too much good wine was poured into Hanoi, and the entire city could smell the wine.
Returning to the palace, the young prince, whose heart was blocked, ran towards the jade lion. It seemed that throwing the old man was not enough. This time, he wanted to throw the eyesore old Taoist along with the lion that was said to be heavy.
However, just as he started to shake the lion, the old Taoist from Mount Longhu floated down and grabbed one of the youth's hands. Using his true martial arts, he used the Taoist's obscure "Moving Mountain" technique to cleverly pull the half-squatting youth up. He lightly smiled and said, "Huang Man'er, don't make a fuss. Come with me."
The youth held the corner of the lion's base with one hand. His five fingers were like hooks, digging deep into the jade. He was unwilling to let go. His arms stretched out like an ape as he shouted hoarsely, "I want to wait for brother to come back. Brother said he would bring back the world's most beautiful woman to be my wife. I want to wait for him!"
The great pillar of the country, Xu Xiao, did not know whether to laugh or cry. There was nothing he could do. He looked towards the yellow-crowned Taoist and sighed heavily, "Forget it. Let's wait a little longer. He'll be back soon anyway."
Hearing this, the old Taoist's smile became strange. However, he still let go of the young prince's arm. He clicked his tongue inwardly. This little guy was not only born with divine strength, he was basically Venus descending to the mortal world.
However, that little bastard Hsu Fengnian was really coming back? This was not good news. When he first came back to the palace, he suffered a lot. First, he was treated as a Jianghu swindler. Then, that seven or eight year old brat released a pack of vicious dogs to bite him. Later, when he finally managed to explain himself and entered the palace, that little bastard was up to no good again. He sent two delicate beauties to knock on his door in the middle of the night, saying that the weather was cold and that he needed to warm his blanket. If it was not for this poor Taoist's extraordinary willpower, he really would have fallen into their trap. Now that he thought about it, he regretted that he did not chat with the two girls all night long about the Dadong Sutra and the Huangting Sutra. Even if they did not talk about this, they could have talked about the Pure Maiden Heart Sutra.
In the evening, the shadows of an old man and a young man were elongated by the afterglow. The old man was carrying a long bag wrapped in rags. His clothes were ragged, and his hair was white. There were even a few strands of straw mixed in. He could beg with a broken bowl on the ground. He was leading a skinny, lame horse. The young man was actually not young. His face was full of stubble, and he wore a hemp gown. He looked like a refugee.
"Old Huang, hold on a little longer. Once we enter the city and return home, there will be a big piece of meat and a big bowl of wine. Damn it, I didn't think that wine and meat were rare things before. Now, just thinking about it makes me drool. I dream about it every day." The young man, whose real age could not be seen, said weakly.
The old man, who looked like a servant, chuckled, revealing a mouth of yellow teeth that were missing front teeth. He looked very simple and honest and funny.
"What are you laughing at? I can't even cry now." The young man rolled his eyes. He really did not have the energy to torment himself.
The journey of two thousand miles back home was just short of begging along the road. Along the way, he caught fish in the water, played hide-and-seek with rabbits in the mountains, climbed trees and dug out bird nests. As long as there was some meat and cooked it, regardless of whether there was salt or not, it would be the most delicious meal in the world. During this period, he tried to steal some chickens and ducks from villages. There were several times when he was chased by strong men carrying hoes and wooden sticks for dozens of miles. He almost died of exhaustion.
Which rich man's son did not wear beautiful clothes and ride a majestic horse?
Then he looked at himself. He was dressed in a tattered hemp gown, a pair of straw sandals, and a lame horse. He could not bear to kill it for meat or even ride it. Instead, he had an extra mouth to eat.
He did not have an evil servant. Old Huang's small body, which had lived for sixty years, made him panic just by looking at him. He was afraid that he would die one day after walking two thousand miles. At that time, he would not even have a companion to talk to and would have to spend effort to dig a hole in the wilderness.
Before entering the city, there was a stall selling apricot wine not far from the city walls. He was truly exhausted. Smelling the aroma of the wine, he closed his eyes and sniffed. His face was filled with intoxication. It smelled so good. Determined, he walked over and found the only empty stool and sat down. He gritted his teeth and used the last of his strength to shout, "Waiter, serve the wine!"
The drinkers who were leaving the city or taking a break on the way into the city all disliked the shabbily dressed master and servant and deliberately sat far away.
When the busy waiter heard their voices, he wanted to respond with a "Sure!". However, when he saw the master and servant's attire, he immediately pulled a long face. As a businessman, how could he not be discerning? These two customers were not the kind of people who could afford to pay for the wine. The waiter was still kind and did not immediately chase them away. Instead, he put on a fake smile and reminded them, "Our signature apricot wine costs 20 coins per pot. It's not expensive, but it's not cheap either."
If it was in the past, the young man would have already released his dog and servant when he was looked down upon like this. However, after three years of living a poor life, he was used to living a penniless life. He restrained his arrogance and temper too much. Panting, he said, "It's okay. Naturally, someone will pay the bill. I won't forget your tip."
"Tip?" The waiter raised his voice with a look of disdain.
The young man smiled bitterly. He put his thumb and index finger to his mouth and used the last of his strength to blow the whistle. Then, he lay down on the simple table and snored. He actually fell asleep. The waiter was baffled. Only those with sharp eyes could vaguely see a shadow flashing over their heads.
An eagle-like bird swept over the city like an arrow.
About the time it took for the drinkers to finish a bowl of apricot wine, the ground began to rumble without warning, and the tables began to shake. The drinkers widened their eyes as they saw the wine shaking with the wooden tables. They carefully picked it up and looked around.
They saw a group of cavalry charge out of the city gate. They formed two black lines as if there was no end to them. In the midst of the flying dust, tall and big horses could be seen. These were the heavily-armored valiant horsemen of the Northern Liang region who had shaken the world by themselves. Looking at the flag in the hand of the general who was carrying the flag, it was as bright as blood, with one word written on it, "Xu"!
Oh my, the King of Beiliang's direct army.
In the world, who could compete with the Beiliang cavalry that had galloped through the dynasty's thirteen prefectures?
In the past, the West Chu dynasty felt that its 120,000 great halberd warriors could go against them. But in the end, in the Battle of Jinghe, the entire army was wiped out. The surrendered soldiers were all killed and their cries were like thunder.
Two hundred elite cavalry charged out. They were majestic and imposing.
Above their heads, an eagle full of spiritual energy seemed to be leading the way.
The two hundred cavalry instantly stopped, their movements exactly the same. This level of proficiency far exceeded the range of ordinary soldiers who had been through hundreds of battles.
The fourth-rank general, Zhe Chong, jumped off his horse. When he saw the old servant leading the horse, he immediately galloped to the front of the wine shop and knelt down. He said respectfully, "General Qidang Guo pays his respects to His Royal Highness!"
As for the shabby young man who had arrogantly said that he would tip them, he only muttered in his sleep, "Waiter, bring the wine."
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