Comprehensive Wu Daming, starting from the descendants of Yitian

Chapter 20

"Silly boy, even if you marry, you can still accompany the master. You can't say such stupid things in the future. If you are really alone, your mother will definitely scold me. I would rather lose your father ten times in martial arts competitions than I don't want to hear your mother nagging in front of me." Zhou Zhiruo said while stroking Zhang Luliu's hair.

"Master, with me here, my mother won't do it.

By the way, master, counting the days, my father, my mother and younger brother Qingming will soon arrive at Guangmingding, right? "Zhang Luliu didn't want to talk about marriage with his master, so he changed the subject.

"Ok.

They left Yanmen Pass two days ago, and they will be able to reach Guangmingding in two days.

When they left the grassland, I told your parents by flying pigeons that the Ganliang Ancient Road is close to the Kunlun Mountain Pass, and there is an Emei post station by our family, where they can rest for a night before going on the road. "Zhou Zhiruo counted the days and said.

"Master, there is something about Luliu that I have never understood.

In places like the Ganliang Ancient Road, where the land is vast and the population is sparse, opening an inn is simply a bargain. Why did the master open the inn there? "Zhang Luliu was puzzled.

Seeing Zhang Luliu's bewildered face, Zhou Zhiruo smiled lightly and said:

"Green Liu, although your martial arts are already top-notch, you still have too little experience in Jianghu.

The Ganliang Ancient Road is the only way to the Kunlun Mountains. Although it is sparsely populated, it guards the Kunlun Mountain Pass and is the gathering place for the latest news from all over the place.Being in the green forest rivers and lakes, what has happened and what will happen in the rivers and lakes, a sect like our Emei, which leads the martial arts in the Central Plains, must be well aware.

The Emei Escort Bureau and the Emei Post Station operated by the Emei faction not only provide income and income for the gang, but also collect news from the world and the ruling and opposition parties.The station set up on the Ganliang Ancient Road is more for this purpose.

Furthermore, this Emei post station on the Ganliang Ancient Road was built on the basis of the Green Willow Villa that your parents met back then. Give it to me, no need to spend money.After careful calculation, this inn didn't cost much money, so it wouldn't be a bargain. "

"Master, it turns out that there is such a past. When my parents arrive in Emei, I will definitely ask them to tell me about it."

Speaking of this, thinking of her parents, Zhang Luliu tried hard to recall the scene when Zhang Wuji and Zhao Min took her riding a horse in the grassland when she was a child.However, after all, I was too young back then, and I only remembered the endless grassland in my mind, but I couldn't remember what my parents looked like.

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Ganliang Ancient Road, Green Willow Villa.

Although the Emei Post Station on Ganliang Road was built on the original site of the Green Willow Villa, the grand scenery of the Green Willow Villa back then was not only the bluestone road paved in front of the post station, the small river surrounded by the post station, but also the green willows planted by the river. In addition, the construction was crude and simple, no different from ordinary post stations, and the magnificent appearance of Green Willow Villa in those days can no longer be found.

In the evening, Zhang Wuji, Zhao Min, Xiao Zhao, Zhang Qingming and eight coachmen arrived here.

Leaving Yanmen Pass, I was in a hurry for two days and two nights, and everyone was exhausted.

After a simple dinner, they went back to their rooms to rest.

Zhang Qingming returned to the room, sat cross-legged on the bed, breathing heavily.

The qi in the heart, the qi enveloping the heart, the chaotic intermingling, the body fluid becomes more and more prosperous, the mouth is full of sweetness, the dantian is warm, the whole body is harmonious, the breathing opens and closes, and the hair orifices all over the body correspond to it.

After some breathing, I feel refreshed.

Feeling nothing to do, he left the room and came to the station yard.

Different from other post stations, the courtyard of this Emei post station on the Ganliang Ancient Road is extraordinarily large.Most of the people who come here to stay here are traveling caravans. In addition to people resting here, horses also need to supplement fodder here.

For this reason, stables of different sizes were built on the left and right sides of the yard, and at the end of the stables was a firewood house where fodder was stacked.

Seeing his two coachmen feeding the horses in the yard, Zhang Qingming stepped forward and said, "Qixiong, Baxiong, are you two feeding the horses again?"

Seeing that it was Zhang Qingming, the two of them put down the fodder in their hands, and one of them said: "Yes, Mr. Zhang. On this journey, the two of us seldom drove, and most of us rested in the car. When we arrived at the post station, feeding the horses was a matter of course. Hachio and I did it."

When leaving the Wuli Grassland, Zhang Wuji and Zhao Min selected eight agile and well-behaved clansmen in the Wuli Grassland as their coachmen, and they came to the Central Plains with them.

In order to call them conveniently after entering the Central Plains, Zhao Min named the eight coachmen according to the "Shenjian Eight Heroes" back then.

They are called according to age: Zhao Yixiong, Qian Erxiong, Sun Sanxiong, Li Sixiong, Wu Liuxiong, Wu Liuxiong, Zheng Qixiong, Wang Baxiong.

Zheng Qixiong and Wang Baxiong are 17 years old and Wang Baxiong is 16 years old. They are about the same age as Zhang Qingming, and they are also Zhang Qingming's playmates in Wuli Grassland.

When I was young, I also practiced martial arts with Zhang Qingming and learned a lot of kung fu.

Hearing what Zheng Qixiong said, Zhang Qingming said: "Seven heroes and eight heroes, don't be busy for a while. I heard from the people at the post station that there may be a storm at the Kunlun Mountain Pass at night, so I won't be able to leave tomorrow morning. Don't rush." hurrying."

Hearing Zhang Qingming's words, another driver with a bigger figure said: "Young master, what you said, Princess Shaomin has already informed us. However, the princess also said that the weather here can change as soon as it changes, maybe the storm It will not come. Let us get everything ready, and we will set off early tomorrow morning once the storm passes.”

"So that's the case, then you should do what my mother said and prepare carefully." Zhang Qingming said.

Leaving the stables and the courtyard gate, Zhang Qingming walked along the river.

Although this place is not in the south of the Yangtze River, the Green Willow Villa was built according to the Jiangnan style everywhere, which made Zhang Qingming, who has lived in the grassland for a long time, feel very fresh.

After walking around the Emei Post Station along the river, Zhang Qingming vaguely heard the sound of gusts of wind roaring from the valley in the distance.

The roaring sound became more and more clear from far to near, from small to loud.

Zhang Qingming thought: "It seems that the people at the station are right, the storm in Kunlun Valley is really coming."

So he walked into the courtyard and said to Zheng Qixiong and Wang Baxiong who were still feeding the horses: "Seven heroes and eight heroes, the storm is coming soon. Although it is not as windy as in the Kunlun Valley, it is still necessary to tie the horses firmly. Don't get carried away by the wind."

"Good sir, we will tie up the horses." The two responded.

In the courtyard, Zhang Qingming clearly felt that the wind was getting stronger and stronger.The strong wind rolled up the dust and rushed towards the face.

Seeing this situation, Zhang Qingming felt that there was no need to continue to stay in the courtyard, so he prepared to go back to his room to avoid the wind.At this moment, a group of people hurried into the gate of the post station, counting roughly, there were thirteen or four people.

(End of this chapter)