That year, that cicada, that sword

Chapter 922 Old Confucian Scholar and Old Warrior

In the border area between Jiangzhou and Huzhou, there is a huge convoy traveling slowly along the post road from east to west. The convoy is not a caravan, and there are no goods. The scholars of Yupei, these scholars are old and young, the old man is already in his prime, but the young man has not yet reached the crown, along the way, the old man looked at the devastation and lamented frequently, feeling the disaster of war, the young man did not know how to feel sad, was The scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is attractive, and they still sing and laugh all the way, which is completely opposite to the old people.Of course, most of them are young scholars, who are different from the laments of the elderly, and also different from the worry-free young people. The tide fell so violently that it became famous in history.

In addition to the scholars, there are more than ten monks who act as guards. Their cultivation base is not low. The leader of the monks is a martial arts monk. Martial arts master.The reason why he appeared here was because one of these scholars was an old friend of his. The two met at the end of the Zheng Dynasty. , or talk about the general trend of the world, or talk about poetry and poetry, and finally get married. The daughter of the martial arts master married the son of the old Confucian scholar, but it is also unfortunate. The two old people are still alive, but they belong to the couple of the younger generation. Both of them passed away early.

Speaking of which, the two have not seen each other for decades. The old martial artist went to settle in the imperial capital after the founding of Daqi. He went to Jiangnan several times in a hurry. He didn't have time to meet his in-laws. Shuli said that after so many years of teaching and educating people, preaching and teaching, I dare not say that the disciples are all over the world, but there are also a few disciples who live in the temples, or live in the rivers and lakes to study knowledge, and the young scholars accompanying this time are They are all the disciples he has accepted in recent years.

This time Jiangnan was in chaos, Jiangzhou was isolated and became an isolated place, and Huzhou became the main battlefield for the decisive battle between the king of Wei and the Jiangnan rear army. In order to avoid the disaster of war, the old man planned to take his students and academy to Shuzhou to join an old friend , so he asked his in-laws to be the escort. The old martial artist did not say a word, and escorted the academy group from Jiangzhou to Huzhou, and then from Huzhou to Shuzhou. As for Shuzhou, the old martial artist will return to Huzhou, because he The old friend of the old Confucian scholar is not the same person, and even has a slight old grudge. Although it is not a deep hatred, it is better not to see each other.

After all, when the Blue-Han Party was fighting, he, a martial artist, was definitely a member of the Korean Party, and the person the old Confucian scholar wanted to meet was the leader of the Blue Party, Lan Xiangye Lan Yu.

Looking at the entire Confucian school, the old Confucian scholar who is considered to be highly respected said softly: "In the blink of an eye, it will be another spring solstice. It should be a good time for all things to grow, but this year is a season for the dead."

The old warrior's face was indifferent, and he didn't say anything.He is a person who is used to seeing life and death. He has experienced the ten-year competition that has affected the whole world. He is not only indifferent to the current Jiangnan war, but also somewhat disapproving.

The old Confucian scholar didn't take it seriously, and continued: "At this time, you should stay in the imperial capital instead of hiding in the south of the Yangtze River. You don't follow Han Xuan who is the court Kui, but come to me. What's the matter? beneficial?"

The old warrior seemed a little bored, and snorted coldly, "Everyone in the Xiao family is dead, and there is only one girl left. It would be a waste of time for me to stay there, and you don't have to tell me about the righteousness of the country, you You should know that I was originally from the Great Zheng Dynasty, if I really wanted to pay attention to this, I should have died in the Bohai Mansion of Zhili Prefecture long ago."

The old warrior took a deep breath and murmured: "The division of the world has nothing to do with me."

The old Confucian scholar shook his head and smiled, and stopped talking.

There was silence in the carriage, and a moment later, a monk came outside the carriage and reported to the old warrior: "Old ancestor, we found the traces of the Wei cavalry twenty miles ahead, there are probably hundreds of them, and if there is no accident, they should attack us here."

The old warrior hummed and signaled the monk to step back.

Then he looked up at the old Confucian scholar.

The old Confucian scholar spread his palms and said with a smile: "I have heard that His Royal Highness King Wei is a virtuous corporal. If nothing unexpected happens, these Wei cavalry should come to 'invite' me to see His Highness King Wei."

The old warrior didn't care much.

Even King Wei, who is so powerful in the south of the Yangtze River, is nothing to him. This is not because he is arrogant or relying on the great reputation of his old friend, but because he relies on his top military force. Let alone a few hundred people, there are thousands of people. With tens of thousands of people, he also comes and leaves whenever he wants. For ordinary people, the enemy of ten thousand is just a legend in the story, but for the old man, he himself is the enemy of ten thousand.

Since the two old men at the head didn't say much, the others didn't dare to make their own claims, so the group just treated Wei Guo's cavalry as nothing and continued to move forward.

Just like what the old Confucian scholar said, these cavalry soldiers obeyed King Wei’s decree, and respectfully invited the old Confucian scholars to meet King Wei. Without King Wei’s order, how could they dare to do it themselves? If they want to block the way directly, there are more than ten soldiers on the academy Cultivators are also quite difficult, so they have to hang far behind.

The convoy continued to move forward, and there were more and more cavalry hanging behind. When they passed the bank of the great river, they added [-] more cavalry, and when they entered Huzhou, they added another [-] cavalry. Come hundreds of rides.

There are already three thousand riders.

This was no longer a huge force that a dozen or so monks could stop, so the commander of this cavalry decided to stop the academy's convoy and not allow them to move on.

Three thousand cavalry stood on horseback like mountains and forests.

The Academy convoy had to stop.

The old Confucian scholar in the carriage sighed, "The lord of the Wei Kingdom is finally going to use his strength."

The old martial artist who has always been unsmiling showed a playful smile for the first time, "Isn't that why you invited me over?"

The old Confucian scholar was slightly startled, then shook his head and said with a smile: "You, you."

The old warrior smiled, "Since I'm here, I have to drive away these dogs blocking the way for you, otherwise my trip would be in vain."

Before the words fell, the old man had disappeared in an instant.

The commander of the three thousand cavalry army looked at the convoy of the academy, but the knuckles of his fingers holding the reins were slightly white.

There are three thousand cavalry behind him at this time, is that a lot?
He still felt a little off.

How can a dignified Confucian gentleman be so easy to stop?
At this moment, his eyes widened suddenly, and he subconsciously clenched the rein tightly.

I saw an old man slowly walking out of the convoy.

The old man stepped out.

It was only one step, but the earth shook and the ground collapsed. Hundreds of cavalrymen turned their backs instantly, and the cavalrymen behind did not dare to cross the thunder pool for half a step.

At the same time, another white-haired young man appeared behind the three thousand cavalrymen, blocking the way with a sword.

When the cavalry commander turned his head and saw the white-haired young man, his face immediately showed despair.

How can he not be frightened and desperate?

The person behind him is Xu Beiyou, who shattered the Daomen Town Demon Temple with one sword!
(End of this chapter)