In the west wind of the ancient road, a scrawny yellow horse was tied to a tree, snorting weakly, and a few black crows on the branches croaked disturbingly.
An inconspicuous old man slowly turned around from behind the tree, tightened his belt, with a helpless expression on his face, and his shit was not clean, he raised his head and booed a few crows, but those crows were worthy of growing in that tree. The birds near the city have seen more wind and waves than the old sparrow on Chunshen Lake, and they are not afraid of the bluffing old man under the tree.
The old guy is not resentful either. He picked up the reins with one hand, led the horse slowly, and reached out to weigh the rag purse. There were not many copper coins. Then he glanced at the beloved horse who accompanied him all the way. The yellow horse was nicknamed Xiao Huang, just like the old man's own son. , never rides, if only reeds can only be used as a mattress, Xiao Huang must have slept first.
Alas, people are poor, short-haired, thin, and long-haired. In fact, the silver they carried with them is enough to live and clothe. From the north to the east, thousands of miles away, the old man eats and sleeps in the open, and has no expenses. It is nothing more than a belly full of wine and bugs, so he goes to the downtown or Buy a jug of wine from the roadside wine stall to satisfy your hunger. But along the way, I bumped into a few poor people, and the money was spent like splashing water. In the past, the son said that people in troubled times are not as good as Taiping dogs, but now it is said that this is Haiyan Qingping's prosperity, but not everyone I am lucky enough to be a Taiping man who raises a Taiping dog. The old man who doesn’t even take off the cloth bag behind him is from Xishu. He has traveled a lot in his life. Guest, it is true that you are walking outside, there is a certain degree of wealth and wealth, no matter how rich the world is, can you compare with the emperor and your own son? If it is said that the life experience is more miserable, there is no bottom, there is no most bitterness, only more bitterness.
For this trip, the last time I paid a large sum of money was to cross the river, but I didn’t pay for the cheap fare of tens of pennies. The two mothers on the boat were mother and daughter, and the boatman was the head of the family, with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks. Shouting tired, let his daughter-in-law take over, squatting on the bow of the boat and playing dice. He is very addicted to gambling. At first glance, he looks like a tired lazy person who can't live. When crossing the river before reaching the bank, the man's sharp eyes saw the old man showing the yellow and white in the money bag, so he asked him shyly if he wanted to have a meal. At first he thought it was a few carps salvaged from the river that could be cooked on the boat, but it happened There was still half a jug of wine in the jug, so he agreed to come down, and when he saw the two women, they began to take off their mended and thin clothes expressionlessly, which frightened the old man, so he realized that they were doing it. The job of the boat prostitute was quickly stopped, and when they landed, apart from the broken money, they left most of the money behind, and ran away as soon as they landed. Don't look at the old man who used to travel with the son, and came across a bold village woman who sighed and exposed her breasts to feed the baby. The old man really can't do the serious business of real guns, not to mention that the two girls are so old that they can be his daughters and granddaughters, especially the real age of the girl who is only thirteen or fourteen years old, and the family is poor and can't afford food. Because of the reason, looking at the eleven or twelve-year-old girl from a rich family, can she not be punished by God for doing this
Take another ten thousand steps back and say, the third-rank official of the prime minister's concierge, even Zhang Shoufu's concierge, can't compare with the Beiliang Palace where my old Huang lives? Although I, Lao Huang, is also a horse feeder in the palace, according to this statement, not to mention the third rank, there should be a seventh rank, I really think women want to go crazy, will it be difficult? I, Lao Huang, weaved more than a dozen pairs of straw sandals for my son, so there is nothing missing. When I was traveling, my son accidentally mentioned this, and said that when I returned to Beiliang, I would help find a daughter-in-law who warmed the quilt. Thinking of this, Lao Huang smiled naively and subconsciously swallowed his saliva. Of course, the juicy yellow flower girl didn't dare to spoil her, and she still had the charm of a young lady, and she thought she wasn't worthy, but at that time, Lao Huang still hoped There is a white tender girl who wants to roll the sheets, that is, if you are polite to the young master, why does the young master take it seriously.
Lao Huang slapped himself on the face, and said to himself, let you Lao Huang pretend to be an expert, you should practice swords when you were not a blacksmith, but it was just to get close to those heroines, and you practiced stupidly after practicing. To piss off such an ambitious and beautiful original intention? The son is knowledgeable, but not sour, and his speech is especially comfortable. Whenever he steals chickens and ducks or eats cucumbers and roasted sweet potatoes, when he is in a good mood, his conversation is called a beautiful. Lao Huang clearly remembers a saying, about It is said that there is a kind of person in the world whose heart is higher than the sky and whose life is thinner than paper. He thinks about making contributions all day long, but unfortunately he is unable to catch up with his talents. It is the most fucking pathetic. Lao Huang felt that these words made the most of the truth, even a rough person like him who can't read big characters could understand it, hey, but he was just praising him that Lao Huang has a few catties of strength to do a few catty things
After thinking about it, Lao Huang was secretly happy, and when he grinned, it was found that the old man was missing two front teeth, which was very leaky. The old man and the skinny horse walked slowly, but wherever you go, no matter how long the distance is, there will always be an end. If you look up, you can see the majestic city
Wudi City, originally not called Wudi City, but Linguan City, was a royal vassal city in East Vietnam in the Spring and Autumn Period. It was taken from a sentence in Zhang Shengren's poem when he traveled to the East China Sea thousands of years ago: You can see the sea by facing the Jieshi in the east.
Later, Wang Xianzhi, who was an unknown junior, fought again and again in the rivers and lakes. He was valued by the East Vietnamese royal family and accepted as his son-in-law. He wanted to use Wang Xianzhi's invincible force to raise troops to rebel and usurp the country. After besieging the city, as a nobleman of the royal family, he committed suicide in front of 60,000 soldiers at the top of the city. The emperor of Dongyue still refused to let it go. Of course, he did not mean to punish the nine clans. Are you on the head of your own family
But the massacre of the city is inevitable. At that time, Wang Xianzhi returned from the battle with the contemporary sword god Li Chungang. He didn't talk nonsense with the emperor. In addition, he killed three times back and forth like this, and the last time, he was only 30 steps away from the Dongyue emperor's tent. The power forced the emperor to make an oath under the city, and this became the independent leader of Wudi City in East Vietnam in the Spring and Autumn Period.
In the end, the Liyang Dynasty unified the country and made a great achievement that no one had ever seen before. The old emperor personally went to Wudi City to have a secret meeting with Wang Xianzhi. The two had a happy conversation, neither the emperor nor the man got angry. After that, even if Emperor Wudi City privately killed Zhao Gou, who was known as the leader of the rivers and lakes, the court just turned a blind eye.
Nowadays, Wang Xianzhi seldom fights with others, and the world no longer expects anyone to defeat this martial artist who is conceited to be born five hundred years earlier and can discuss life and death with Lu Zu. In the city, it is only to fight for an undefeated one, and everyone has regarded it as a god of heaven, man and man, and ordinary experts are not worthy of seeing Wang Xianzhi, let alone asking Wang Laoguai to fight the enemy with both hands. Then Wang Xianzhi himself who proved the way of heaven with human power, if he really wanted to kill someone, he would be a land god.
The old man walked to the majestic city gate, and the people from the rivers and lakes who entered the city together were all tall and graceful, either with a sleek body, red hair and iron arms, who felt that they could blow people away with a sneeze, or they were outstanding, wearing magic weapons A sharp weapon, as if farting can make the whole rivers and lakes say it is delicious.
The old man and the poor horse are both hungry, it is really shabby. The point is that before entering the city, the old man deliberately slowed down his pace, letting a young woman in a fancy dress with big sleeves walk ahead, staring at her upturned buttocks swaying gracefully from side to side, while taking out a handful With an ivory comb, combing her gray hair that was as messy as a thatched nest, the beautiful and expensively dressed beautiful woman dared to come to Wudi City alone, she must not be an ordinary lady who can only play chess, calligraphy and painting, and noticed the gaze behind her, She turned her head and stared, and saw that it was a bad old man leading a poor horse that was worse than a mule, so she stopped thinking about it and went straight into the city with a cold snort.
The old man said to himself: "If my son and that boy Wen Hua see this little lady, the master will cheat Wen Hua's money again, right?"
After entering the city, the old man walked along the central main city road until he could see the wall of the city within the city, then sat down at the roadside wine stall, dumped the copper coins in his purse on the table, and said with a grin : "Xiaoer, bring a pot of rice wine and cook it for me."
The shop clerk thought he was a local from Wudi City, and never looked down on that foreign martial artist, let alone such an old guy. He rolled his eyes angrily and said: "This little copper coin can barely be exchanged for a mouthful of rice wine."
Old Huang Hanhan said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, just take one sip. If you give a bowl with a smaller mouth, it will be regarded as a bowl of wine."
After finishing speaking, he ignored the waiter's eyes, raised his head to look at the top of the city, and said softly: "My lord, the wind is tight, but this time Lao Huang will stop talking."