Xu Fengnian walked away with Little Hawthorn in one hand and Que'er in the other. The old Mengtou, who had been a down-and-out bandit for more than twenty years, had mixed feelings. When he took the old brothers to see the master and servant two people visiting Qingcheng, the blind knew it was fat When it comes to the big fat sheep that is dripping with oil, there are about ten people rushing forward and stopping it. Old Mengtou said that as long as the money doesn't hurt others, this cowardly young man would ride his horse and run away. If he hadn't been beaten by a branch unfortunately After falling off the horse, he really ran away and tied the man and the horse to the Taoist temple that was used as a stockade. The original intention was to search the body and take the money and then release the man. Old Mengtou can't do that. Unexpectedly, I accidentally searched a few big banknotes and some weird books from this fat sheep. A group of old guys were all dumbfounded. I dare say that this fat sheep has a lot of background. There is no need for Xu Fengnian to beg for mercy. Mengtou took the initiative to take a hundred taels of silver bills, and returned all the rest. It wasn't that old Mengtou regarded gold and silver as dung, but that several companies in the Qingcheng Mountains had robbed the rich and noble families, which attracted the attention of the county and county soldiers. The Bailai was a fierce soldier in armor. Those who were unlucky smashed their lair, and those who were lucky were worried and couldn't sleep well. Lao Mengtou didn't want to take a group of brothers to the downtown area to behead their heads in public.
After coming and going, we gathered in the Taoist temple and ate some roasted game. The fat sheep and the grass bandits actually got acquainted. This guy is not very courageous, but his skin is as thick as a city wall. He is addicted to eating and drinking, and he tells lies every day that he is the eldest son of Beiliang. Who would believe him, he would treat himself as a son of a prince with a few thousand taels? Our old Mengtou has seen the world, and then Lao Mengtou kicked him down the mountain. What we do is work with our heads hanging from our belts. What if the two good people, the master and the servant, are involved? The boy has a good conscience, so he handed over an extra one hundred taels before going down the mountain, saying that he would save it to buy clothes and rouge when Que'er grew up, but business has been slow for more than three years, and he was blackmailed by some little gods in Qingyang Palace, and most of them were sold by his relationship. A few good batches of peers who couldn't get rid of the pot have borrowed money a few times, and still have nothing left. Half a year ago, they had to borrow thirty taels of silver from Yingxuanfeng, but it ended in disaster.
Liu Luwei ran over with his head covered in sweat, his mouth turned white and trembling, and said, "Old Mengtou, those bastards from Yingxuanfeng are dead, and they will all be killed by that guy with the big sword!"
Old Mengtou jumped up in fright, and said in astonishment: "What?!"
Old Liu was as thin as a reed pole, yet he begged for a daughter-in-law who was as heavy as both of them, and gave birth to a little girl who grew taller and more handsome. This fate is really hard to say. Lao Liu wiped his sweat and sat down on the ground, panting heavily, and said softly: "This swordsman is too domineering, he will kill several people with one strike, how many times can he withstand him? They are all dead! Not a single one It's the whole body, old Meng, you're the one with the brightest mind among us. Think about it, are we lucky or screwed? When we meet Yingxuanfeng and the gang, we'll do our best, but Xu Fengnian The real person doesn't show his face, if he remembers the grudge of the past, wouldn't tossing us be the same as playing?"
Old Mengtou thought for a while, and said boldly to himself: "It's a good thing, Xu Fengnian doesn't look like a murderous official's son, he really likes Little Hawthorn and Que'er, we can all see this, bad Don’t go anywhere, otherwise there is no reason for us to live.”
Liu Luwei asked in a low voice, "What is the origin of this Xu Fengnian?"
Lao Mengtou reached out and touched his back, it was wet, he shook his head and said, "How would I know."
Liu Luwei asked in surprise, "Hey, where's the servant, Lao Huang?"
Old Mengtou said in a daze: "Have you ever seen a servant who can run no slower than a galloping horse? Back then I didn't dare to ask for more taels of silver, it was because of this."
Liu Luwei suddenly realized that when he slapped his thigh, which was not much flesh, he accidentally slapped it hard, and gasped.
The robbing boss has bad legs and likes to stay at the back. The lame man ran like a rainbow today, or it’s like shit. This lame used to like to make jokes with Xu Fengnian, bragging about how handsome he was compared to Xu Fengnian when he was young, but now he looks pale and shouts. Said: "There are people in the yamen! After a quick glance, there are at least a hundred people, all riding horses and armed with swords and crossbows. Compared with the officers and soldiers who went up the mountain to encircle and suppress people in the county, Lao Kong has joined the army and recognized them. That is the famous Beiliang Dao, Beiliang Dao! Let alone us, the whole Qingcheng Mountain can be leveled by these hundred people!"
Lao Mengtou and Liu Luwei looked at each other in blank dismay.
God damn it, I can only wait to die. Fortunately, Little Shanzha and Que'er were not there, so their death was not aggrieved.
Unexpectedly, these hundred elites who led the horses came to the bank of the stream, and the leading general in heavy armor and holding a halberd took off his helmet, smiled and looked at the group of rare kind-hearted thieves gathered together, Lao Mengtou, and said as softly as possible: "The last general Ning Emei. Dian... Mr. Xu said, don't disturb Mr. Meng, but our army's cavalry has always regarded war horses like robes. All the way up the mountain, they couldn't find a source of water, so they had to go beyond the rules to disturb Mr. Meng. Don't blame Mr. Meng." .”
Old Mengtou spoke in an authentic and strong Yongzhou accent, and asked at a loss: "What did the general say?"
Daji Ning Emei patted the beloved war horse beside him, and said with a smile: "The horse needs to drink water, so take a break along the way."
The big stone rolled down in Lao Mengtou's heart, and he said cheerfully: "General, don't be polite, just drink it, it's okay to drink up the stream water!"
Ning Emei lightly clasped her fists, turned her head and said instinctively, "One stick of incense, hurry up!"
The Qingqi of the Hundred Phoenix Battalion did not make any noise, only the sound of the horses drinking water and snorting.
The Liyang Dynasty has always been recognized as the most powerful war horse in Spring and Autumn, and the prosperity of horse administration is unparalleled. A big ranch is born to lose for a while. Beiliang claims to have 300,000 iron cavalry, and every war horse must be recorded in detail from birth. There are almost cumbersome and harsh military laws and regulations. Anyone who cuts the horse's feed is the same crime as cutting the soldiers' rations. It is not allowed to go hunting on horses lightly when not in war. If you borrow someone to ride, you will be whipped one hundred times. Whoever discards the stirrup and saddle shall be given one hundred lashes.
Ning Emei led a hundred light cavalry to travel, and they also had to strictly follow the most basic marching regulations: rest every ten miles, brush the horse's nose and nose, and drink and feed every thirty miles.
In Beiliang, everyone is a loser, beheaded. If you fight to the death and hurt your horse, you will be rewarded.
Beiliang's iron cavalry is the best in the world, not by literati shouting out with their mouths, but by trampling the six countries and half of the rivers and lakes one by one with iron hooves!
Kong Liezi, who claimed to have served in the army, timidly raised his voice when he was doing odd jobs in a school in Yongzhou, and asked cautiously, "This general, are you from Beiliang?"
Ning Emei smiled and said: "I'm not a general, but we are indeed the Beiliang Army."
Kong Laizi gave a thumbs up and said, "Beiliang iron cavalry, nothing to say! When I was in the Yongzhou army, I heard a lot about the great achievements of Beiliang's 300,000 iron cavalry. Today I finally saw it with my own eyes."
Ning Emei smiled, but did not speak.
Kong Laizi squatted aside and watched carefully. Compared with the soldiers of Yongzhou, the hundred Beiliang cavalry soldiers were more than a little bit more majestic. ! He reckoned that three soldiers from Yongzhou would have no chance against a soldier from Beiliang!
Ning Emei waited for the horses to drink water, put on the helmet again, and shouted: "Get on the horse!"
Baiyu Qingqi's movements on the horse are exactly the same, flowing like clouds and flowing water.
Lao Mengtou and his group were dumbfounded. They just felt that this group of Beiliang cavalrymen had a strong murderous look just as they mounted their horses. If they charged forward, who would dare to stop them
Liu Luwei watched Beiliang Qingqi leave in an orderly manner, and said with his tongue, "Old Mengtou, I am convinced, you are right, then Xu Fengnian is the younger brother whose father was an official, maybe he is the son of a general. "
Old Mengtou sighed, and said with complicated eyes: "School of the generals? You are too small! Lao Liu, we are here in Yongzhou. Can ordinary Beiliang cavalry enter Qingcheng Mountain with a big swagger? The states and counties along the way will fight soon?"
Lame Kong nodded and said, "That makes sense."
Liu Luwei smiled and said: "It's going to be bigger, old Mengtou, then you can just say that Xu Fengnian is the son of Dazhu Kingdom, there is nothing bigger than this? Eh? Xu Fengnian? Why don't you just follow Dazhu Does the king of Liang in the north of the country have the same surname?!"
The three of them stare at each other.
Old Mengtou, who didn't dare to breathe and was almost suffocated to death, finally remembered to let out a breath, and said in a low voice, "It's not like that."
Lame Kong nodded: "It's not like that!"
Liu Luwei Ganzi echoed: "It doesn't look like it at all!"
Qingyang Peak is steep and precipitous, like a sword rising out of the sky. The so-called Wangshan runs a dead horse, but there is still a long way to go to the Qingyang Palace on the top of the mountain, and maybe you can barely climb to the top at night. Fortunately, the scenery along the way is picturesque, with towering ancient trees, ravines and deep valleys, and apes and monkeys carved on cliffs and stones. The wonderful sight of the holy lamp, without hesitation, after entering the mountain, you can bring your own dry food and walk for ten days! Xu Fengnian rides with Xiao Shanzha on the same horse, while Que Er is hugged by Yu Youwei, and Xiao Nizi likes the white cat Wu Meiniang very much, so she happens to be in her arms.
Xu Fengnian looked up at the sunset clouds through the lush ancient trees, which were as gorgeous as the ocean.
Little Shanzha held the Xiudong knife borrowed from Xu Fengnian with a shy face in both hands, and said with a smile: "Let's go up to the Zhuhe Pavilion. It is said that it will take several hours to walk from the top of the mountain, and at most an hour to ride a horse. In the past, Que'er and I only dared to go to the edge of the pavilion, and the fairy aunts had a bad temper and would curse."
Xu Fengnian asked: "There are many kun dao women's crowns on the mountain?"
Little Hawthorn was stunned, "What?"
Xu Fengnian explained with a smile: "It's a female Taoist priest."
Little Shanzha nodded and made a grimace at Que'er next to her, and said with a playful smile, "Many of them are better-looking than Que'er, but they are not as good-looking as the sisters you brought."
Xu Fengnian knocked on the young man's head, and taught with a smile: "Teach you a truth that I spent countless silver taels to buy. When you see a beautiful girl, you should praise it vigorously. If you are not so beautiful, you should praise it. It's really good." If it's ugly, then at least it should be called delicate and graceful."
Little Hawthorn looked puzzled, and said honestly: "I can't learn this, you see Que'er is black, I always say she is as white as a piece of black charcoal."
Xu Fengnian laughed and said, "Aren't you looking for a fight?"
The corner of Yuyouwei's mouth curled up, and she touched the girl's braids in her arms. Que'er snickered.
She doesn't care who Xu Fengnian is, she only remembers Xu Fengnian who taught her to whistle the leaves.
He said he would come to see her and take her to Qingyang Palace to see the gods.