Normally, Xu Beizhi would not be able to utter a fart after being beaten with a stick. Only after he drank, especially when he was drunk, would he be unable to control his tongue. He could say anything, and he would dare to say anything. Probably because he had too much knowledge in his stomach, every time he would not be able to speak to his heart's content or to his heart's content, he would have already fallen asleep.
The Rouran Mountain Range ran through the east and west of the Golden Toad Prefecture, the southern foothills faced each other, the irrigation canals crisscrossed. After autumn, one's field of vision would be filled with green and yellow colors, almost no different from the southern farming region of the Liyang Dynasty. To the north of the Rouran Prefecture was a vast grassland. The Rouran Mountain Range was precipitous, forming a natural barrier. Other than those pathways formed by gaps and canyons, there was no way to travel from north to south.
Beimang had set up five towns in the Rouran Prefecture. They built barriers along the canyons and set up guards. The five towns were respectively Laohuai, Rou Xuan, Ji Lu and Gaoque Wuchuan. At this moment, Hsu Fengnian and Xu Beizhi were walking on the white path of the Centipede Valley, which was under the jurisdiction of the Rou Xuan Army Camp. The Rou Xuan Path was divided into two main and auxiliary paths. The main path was at the bottom of the valley, wide and convenient for warhorses to gallop. The auxiliary path was built through the mountain, dark and damp. The reputation of the military town of Rouxuan was overshadowed by a mountain peak, and the merchants of Centipede Path were sparse. Other than the fact that the auxiliary path was difficult to traverse like a centipede, the main reason was because they were afraid of the local tyrant, Raccoon Diwu. This man with a very strange name was the mountain master of Mount Bubing. In private, he was also known as the co-ruler of the Rooran Mountains. This was because other than the military town of Rouxuan that was under his direct control, the commanding generals of the two towns of Laohuai and Wuchuan were also from Mount Bubing. As one of the top sects of the Beimang Dynasty, Mount Bubing was undoubtedly the most closely associated with the imperial court. Everyone there was a soldier. When Raccoon Diwu's daughter was married to Dong Zhuo, who was the most likely candidate to become the thirteenth great general of the Southern Dynasty, Mount Bubing was pushed to the forefront of the storm. Immediately, there were people who jumped out from the tent to question whether Raccoon Diwu had the ambition of a wolf and was unwilling to submit to the imperial court. Fortunately, the Empress, as usual, trusted this martial artist of the Jianghu who had helped her when she was in trouble. During the wedding of Raccoon Diwu's daughter, she even sent someone to deliver an exceptional congratulatory gift and an imperial edict to adopt her as a foster daughter. The rank of the appointed madam was even higher than that of Dong Zhuo's official rank. Unknowingly, this caused Dong Zhuo to become the laughingstock of both the Northern and Southern Dynasties of Beimang. They ridiculed Dong Zhuo for being a general who relied on women.
Xu Beizhi walked on the dim and shady centipede path. Although there was a simple elm fence along the path, the stone floor was slippery with water. Xu Beizhi, who had only learned some body-strengthening boxing techniques, was trembling with fear as he walked. Fortunately, Xu Fengnian was walking on his right side, so he felt a bit more at ease. This auxiliary path between the mountain walls was more than ten feet wide and fifteen feet high, barely enough for a donkey and a mule to slowly pass through while carrying goods. The inner wall was covered with moss and the top of the wall was constantly dripping with water, making it extremely easy for running warhorses to slip. There were many gaps in the path paved with bluestone slabs, making it easy for the horse's hooves to turn. If it wasn't for the horse's superb horsemanship and the fact that the horse was familiar with the Centipede Path, perhaps no one would dare to show off their horsemanship here.
Xu Beizhi, who had a new wine gourd hanging on his waist, was afraid of heights, afraid that he would be distracted and fall down, so he didn't dare to speak. For this trip to the south, they had originally followed Xu Beizhi's arrangement and chose a path where there were many merchants who could easily pass off fish eyes as pearls. However, Hsu Fengnian, who was nicknamed Persimmon by the servant, had heard a rumor in the tavern that someone was going to pick a fight with the Great Grandmaster Fifth Raccoon at Mount Bubing, so he dragged Xu Beizhi along to join in the fun. This made Xu Beizhi, who was used to being cautious, feel a bit of a headache. However, this Persimmon insisted on seeing the spirit of Mount Bubing, so Xu Beizhi couldn't possibly leave him behind and walk on the Centipede Path alone. In addition, the Centipede Path was steep and bumpy, so along the way he had given Hsu Fengnian quite a bit of attitude. In the end, they were two young children from wealthy and powerful families. Xu Beizhi was far from seeing him as a wise master who was worthy of his devotion, and Hsu Fengnian also didn't think that he needed to put on airs in front of Xu Beizhi. Recruiting talents? My Shifu Li Yishan alone is equivalent to several Xu Beizhi's? In comparison, Hsu Fengnian was more willing to accept that blind chess player from the Tenth Bureau of Yongzi Alley, or that poor scholar who cherished books as much as his life from the Baoguo Temple in Jiangnan. However, Hsu Fengnian didn't deny that Xu Beizhi was still somewhat immature compared to Xu Huainan, an old ginger who had been floating in the imperial court for a long time. However, compared to himself, this dabbler, Xu Beizhi was still a notch above him.
The Centipede Road was as lonely as the Road to the Yellow Springs. With no one around, Hsu Fengnian didn't make things difficult for Xu Beizhi, who couldn't be said to have any martial arts skills. He personally carried the luggage. Even so, Xu Beizhi still had to stop and rest every few li. Perhaps he was somewhat grateful to Hsu Fengnian for taking the initiative to stop and rest each time to save face. Xu Beizhi somewhat boldly walked along the railing with a wide view. He looked at the fertile land south of the Rouran Mountains and finally opened his mouth to ask, "Why does his Royal Highness practice martial arts? Isn't he afraid of delaying the future military affairs of Beiliang? If the descendants of the vassal kings muddle along, they will naturally not lack glory, splendor, wealth, and rank. The Emperor of the Zhao family will probably be happy to see this happen. However, to maintain the special honor of being hereditary, one must always exhaust one's mind. King of Jing'an, Zhao Heng, paid with his life. Crown Prince Zhao Xun even entered the capital. Wealth and honor are found in danger. Moreover, you will be the only king with a different surname in the Liyang Dynasty. I think in this world, only the King of Beiliang and his Royal Highness can feel the weight of this burden. I originally thought that you would be the one who looked down on the boorish men of Jianghu the most. After all, the King of Beiliang personally destroyed most of the vitality of Liyang Lake. Beiliang Palace has countless hidden dragons and crouching tigers. Why would his Royal Highness need to personally practice martial arts? With the lure of fame and fortune, with one command, there will always be countless experts working for you. "
When Xu Beizhi wasn't drinking, most of his words were spoken in such an emphatic tone, always with a hint of questioning.
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