When the people of Flying Fox City first heard that Dong Zhangping was going to seal the city, they wanted to cut off the fat man's flesh. However, the thunder was loud but the rain was small. Soon the city was reopened. The people thought that the eldest son of Tantai Zhangping must have gained the upper hand in the secret competition with Dong Zhangping. They didn't believe that Tantai Zhangping would be pushed back by a woman at the gate.
Hsu Fengnian was not in a hurry to leave the city. Instead, he climbed the city wall and looked at the Hanging Sword Pavilion from a distance. Because Tao Manwu was involved with Dong Zhuo, his plan had been disrupted. It was not appropriate to leave the city in a hurry. However, if he stayed in the city, it would be easier for him to be caught. Xu Xiao wanted to find the old general of the Beiliang Army by himself, so he had to put it aside for the time being. It was the lesser of two evils. He was mocking himself, but he still had some regrets.
When Hsu Fengnian was about to turn around and walk down the city wall, a sloppy man who was sleeping soundly on the battlement murmured a few words. He then rolled sideways and was about to fall off the city wall. Fortunately, he fell into the wall, so Hsu Fengnian did not help him. The drunkard was not happy that he survived. Instead, he carefully stroked the wine gourd hanging on his waist. Only then did he raise his head and look around. When he saw Hsu Fengnian, he was indifferent. The drunkard with a full beard leaned against the wall and drank a mouthful of strong wine. He hummed a Beiliang song, "Take Off His Armor", leisurely. A tall but hunchbacked man in a servant's uniform trotted up the city wall with a flask of wine in his hand. When he saw Hsu Fengnian, he paused and silently filled his old, half-empty flask with new wine. The servant was a pitiful cross-eyed man. The half-drunk man took out a dagger inlaid with pearls and shaved his face. As he was busy, he glanced sideways at Hsu Fengnian. He pointed at the Hanging Sword Pavilion and scolded, "Young man, what are you looking at? I brought two swords to Flying Fox City. One is hung in the pavilion, and the other is sold to the City Lord's Mansion for a thousand taels of gold. What right do you have to look at me like I'm a drunkard?"
The servant was a mute. Seeing his master's lips, he knew that he was about to get into trouble again. He hurriedly turned to Hsu Fengnian to apologize. Hsu Fengnian smiled and waited for the drunkard to shave off his beard. He narrowed his eyes. No wonder he could sleep on the top of Feng Feng Lou for so many years when he was selling swords and painting. If his clothes were clean and tidy, he must have been a romantic and elegant man. There must be something wrong. Hsu Fengnian's expression was the same as usual. He leisurely looked at the top scorer of the brothel who could make such a beautiful girl unable to forget him. The drunkard took back his dagger and sighed. "I didn't let down the painting, but the painting misled me." He drank another mouthful of wine. Hsu Fengnian was not in the mood to beat around the bush. He asked directly, "Are you waiting for me?"
The drunkard glanced at the servant as if he had heard a joke. He laughed and said, "Kid, you're talking big. I'm sleeping here comfortably. It's more like you're looking for me."
Hsu Fengnian was desperate. He said calmly, "Someone asked me to pass a message. If you can understand it, then forget it. If you don't, then take it as a drunkard's words. They can go in one ear and out the other. Since he's a pawn you brought out, you have to go back and clean up his mess. "
The man who was still handsome after shaving rolled his eyes and said, "Is there something wrong with your head? When did I not clean up my mess after taking a dump? Get lost, get lost. If you don't get lost, I still have my swordsmanship. I'll take out the torch dragon hanging in the Sword Pavilion and send you to hell. "
Hsu Fengnian had checked the flow of Qi. Neither the master nor the servant could be called a hermit master. The drunkard was barely above ordinary people. As for the cross-eyed servant, he was slightly inferior to ordinary people. Hsu Fengnian walked down the city wall with a smile. He took the inferior horse and left Flying Fox City. He looked back. There was no drunkard. There was only the cross-eyed servant standing there with a hunched back. The drunkard, who had been sitting on the ground and leaning against the wall, wiped the stubble on his cheeks and muttered to himself. Seeing that there was no response, he looked up and saw the servant standing there silently. The drunkard said self-deprecatingly, "I forgot that you're deaf and mute. When I was chased by my enemies, I ran north and fled to the border. If you didn't have some money, I wouldn't be willing to call you master and servant. "
The drunkard asked lazily, "Why do you want me to sleep on the city wall today?"
A hoarse voice sounded, "Even a cripple like me can sense the sword energy approaching. There's a swordsman in Beimang who has such a sword realm. He must be someone like the headmaster of the Chess and Sword Music School. "
The drunkard was so scared that his hands and feet trembled. He asked dumbfoundedly, "You can talk?"
The hunched servant was still looking into the distance. He reached out to touch his face and said calmly, "It's just a self-sealing acupoint. It's the best withered sword technique of the Wu family. Years ago, I had a sword competition with Li Chungang. Then, I was disheartened that the general didn't want to be the emperor. So, I practiced the withered sword in peace. My ancestor once defeated ten thousand cavalry with nine swords. Four broken swords were left in Beimang. So, I thought of coming here to take a look. Otherwise, with your mediocre swordsmanship, how could you pick up a Fish Spear and a Torch Dragon? Do you think famous swords are copper coins? You can pick up a few in the downtown area? "
The drunkard asked in a trembling voice, "Who are you?"
The servant's fingernails drew blood on his face. He seemed to hate this face and said slowly, "The withered sword is emotionless. Wu Su was tainted by love. Even if she pretended to enter the secular world, her sword intent was not pure. She was an immortal on earth in the palace back then, but it was only a fake realm. It was just an illusion. Otherwise, how could she fall ill? "
"Consort of the King of Beiliang?!"
"My sister. My biological sister. However, I have never been close to her since I was young. Our relationship is even worse than her relationship with Đồng Thái, who lived on Sword Mountain. Just like Chen Zhibao and me, His Royal Highness is much better than that nephew of mine. However, no matter how close we are, our blood relationship cannot be denied. All these years, I have been waiting for the general. I never thought that my nephew would come to Flying Fox City. General, General, you moved me with emotion and reason. But don't you know that I, Wu Qi, am the most emotionless and unreasonable person in my life? How do you know that Chen Zhibao has never come to find me? It's too late. "
"You, don't kill me! I won't say anything! "
"There are so many romantic people, but they all die because of romantic people."
On this day, the top scholar died drunk in Sword Pavilion. All the brothels in the city mourned and paid for the burial of this legendary man who made countless girls fall in love with him. Those middle-aged women whose children had already grown up were secretly grieving.
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To the north of Beiliang was Beimang. Beiliang was desolate, but its heart was not cold.
In the past few years, the battles in Liang Mang had not been as grand. Most of the battles were between small groups of roaming cavalry. Beiliang's crossbowmen had become the most coveted type of soldier. To be able to cut off a few heads and hang them on the side of the saddle, even the old soldiers would be envious. Not to mention the hot-blooded new soldiers. This was a real meritorious service and could not be faked. Those rich playboys on the eastern front might even kill civilians and pass them off as Beimang barbarians. Beiliang's military law was strict, so they would not dare to do such a thing. One day, a group of Beiliang's crossbowmen went deep into the Beimang's territory and met with more than 20 strong and healthy Beimang barbarians on a narrow path. After a fierce battle, both sides suffered losses. After checking the corpses, they found out that they were Crow Barbarians under Dong Zhuo's command. This made the ordinary crossbowman, Li Hanlin, whose face was covered in blood, cry out in joy, but he also felt some lingering fear. Beiliang's military system consisted of ten to fifty men. To be able to be a crossbowman's commander was more qualified than a general in the military. Li Hanlin's commander was an old and steady burly man. He wore light armor and his horsemanship was superb. Not only did he have extraordinary strength, he could also draw a bow with both hands and shoot. However, no matter how calm he was, whenever he saw a Beimang person, his eyes would turn red. He had broken many military rules and had been demoted several times. Otherwise, he would have become a general long ago. He was a man of few words, but every time his subordinates mentioned the incident where he was personally whipped by the general, the middle-aged man would grin. Li Hanlin and the other crossbowmen all knew that this was the commander's weakness. If they made a mistake, as long as they repeated this, the commander would be happy and soft-hearted.
Li Hanlin rode on a horse with a deep wound on his arm. A Beimang barbarian's head was tied to his buttocks. Blood flowed down the side of the horse's back. In this small-scale battle, they had lost three men and completely wiped out the enemy. The three corpses of their comrades were hung on the backs of the Marksman and two Deputy Marksman's horses. This was an unshakable rule in the army. On the battlefield of Beiliang, the most important thing was to return the corpses of the dead. As long as there was still a breath left in them, they had to return with their fallen comrades as long as it didn't affect the important military affairs. Li Hanlin glanced at the new recruit beside him and had a whole new level of respect for him. This guy was called Lu Dou, a weird-looking man with double pupils. Not long after he joined their ranks, he had three Beimang barbarian's heads hanging from his horse's back. One could imagine how powerful he was. Originally, the crossbowmen led by Li Hanlin didn't like this bad-tempered new recruit. However, after fighting side by side with him, even the one behind him who had beaten and scolded Lu Dou, Li October, had to admit that he was wrong. This old man with the surname Li was a third-rank general in Beiliang. In the whole of Beiliang, he could be considered to be someone who could do whatever he wanted. His parents and uncles were all illiterate. When he was born, his parents made a big fuss over his name. They invited countless famous scholars and scholars, but none of them were satisfied with his name. Later, the old man slapped his thigh and said that he should be called Lu Dou since he was born in Beiliang. As a result, the entire illiterate family didn't have any objections. The scholars who helped him with the name were all silent.
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