Great Warriors of Sui and Tang Dynasties

Chapter 1 Eighteen Blue-faced Ghosts

It was very cold and the mountains were full of red leaves.

He looked at himself, like a beggar, with a straw rope around his waist tied up his tattered and thin clothes. The clothes were torn and dirty, and the original color and style could no longer be seen.

A pair of straw sandals under the feet exposed most of the feet.

And there were seven other beggar-like men beside him. The elderly third uncle hunched over, struggling to follow the team.

He stopped to support his third uncle, and said to a man in soap in front, "Bantou Zhao, you have been on the road for several days. Third uncle has just recovered from a serious illness. He really can't walk anymore. Let's go after a while."

The man in soap was following a carriage, with a knife around his waist. Compared with the seven or eight people who looked like beggars, his clothes were neat and tidy, and a knife added a little prestige.He turned his head dissatisfied, "We will reach the county seat in more than ten miles, what are you going to do?"

While talking, he looked around. This is a road that goes through the mountains and forests. It is surrounded by continuous mountains and dense forests. A little uneasiness flashed in his heart. Recently, there have been rumors that there are bandits fleeing here in Changbai Mountain, which is a hundred miles away. , he didn't want himself to be unlucky enough to meet them.

Luo Feng looked at the elderly Uncle Luo beside him, and continued to plead, "Boss Zhao, Uncle Luo has just recovered from a serious illness, and he really can't walk anymore."

Several other beggar-like men also came to ask for help, and they couldn't stand for a while. At this time, a female voice came from the carriage, "Boss Zhao, the young lady said, let's rest here for a while before going on the road. Anyway, it's still dark." It's early, don't rush on your way."

Zhao Zhao nodded quickly, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Several people surrounded the old man and helped him to sit on a stone by the roadside, "Third Uncle, take a rest."

The third uncle sighed, and said to the young man who spoke for him at the beginning, "Xiao Wu, thanks to your care on this journey, otherwise the old bone of the third uncle would have been thrown in Jijun and never returned."

Known as Xiao Wu, he just shook his head. He seemed to be a different person along the way, often frowning without saying a word, as if he was constantly thinking about something.

This Luo Wu is the youngest of the group. He is sixteen this year. Like everyone else, he is from Zhangqiu County, Qi County, Henan Province. He was recruited by the government to dig a river in Ji County, Hebei Province. He went there in early summer and came back in autumn.Luo Wu is the fifth child of the old blacksmith Luo Laizi's family in Nanshan Village, Changbai Township, Zhangqiu. In recent years, the imperial court has been building large-scale construction projects, including building the eastern capital of Luoyang, digging canals, building warships, and building armaments for the conquest of Liao Dynasty. The counties in Henan in the heart of the Central Plains are even more hard-working.

Luo Wu's father and eldest brother were conscripted to Zhuo County, Hebei Province last year to build ordnance but did not return. The second and third elder brothers were conscripted to build ships in Dengzhou shipyard but did not return. The fourth brother went to Luoyang to serve.

He just turned 16 years later, according to the government regulations, he became a middle-aged man. Although the government stipulated that Cheng Ding should be 21 years old, he was considered a middle-aged man when he turned [-], and a middle-aged man had to start taking part of the schoolwork.

The labor of digging the river is very heavy, working all day, and lacking food and clothing, especially after autumn, when the weather turns cold, it is even more hungry and cold, and the last few days of the labor period are even more tiring. In the end he fell ill, but fortunately, the service period of their group ended soon, and his body recovered quickly.

It's just that no one knows that he is no longer that young Luo Wu.

He is Luo Feng. His classmates liked to call him a lunatic when he was in college. Now he is 26 years old. He has finished college, has a job after graduation, has a relationship, bought a house and a car with a loan, got married and had children. At the age of 26, everything is moving forward on track. Although the pressure is greater after giving birth, he is also living a fulfilling life despite the hard work.

Along the way, he was shocked, confused, anxious, and sad, but after so many days, he has slowly accepted the bizarre but extremely real fact in front of him.

He became Luo Wu, sixteen this year, here in Henan, no, near Jinan in Shandong in later generations.And now, it is the autumn of the fifth year of the great cause of the Sui Dynasty.

This was so unbelievable, yet so real. He thought it was just a long dream, but it had been more than ten days, and there was no possibility of waking up from this dream.

Just as he was thinking, a group of people suddenly rushed out from the dense forest beside the road.

There were about seventeen or eighteen people, and the leader held an iron fork more than ten feet long in his hand. His eyes swept over the group of people resting on the side of the road like a wolf, and finally landed on the carriage. Two words came out of my mouth,
"Robbery!"

These people covered their faces with a blue veil.

Catcher Zhao, who was carrying a knife by the side of the carriage, changed his face drastically, and blurted out, "Blue-faced ghost!"

Luo Feng, who was sitting on the rock, immediately had related memories in his mind. Eighteen blue-faced ghosts, these are eighteen desperate gangsters who blocked roads, cut paths, murdered people and set fires.

"Zhu Hua!" He read out the name of the hooded man standing in the front.

The blue-faced ghost Zhu Hua, this is not Luo Wu's own memory, but the memory of his other life. The blue-faced ghost Zhu Hua was a group of bandits who roamed the eastern part of Henan during the Daye period of the Sui Dynasty. They were known as the eighteen blue-faced ghosts. The leader is Zhu Hua.

The headed strong man, who was looking at the carriage, turned his head in surprise when he heard Luo Feng say his name.

They blue-faced ghosts have gained a lot of fame in the past two years, but not many people know his name Zhu Hua. Unexpectedly, someone here can call him by his name.

He turned his head to stare at Luo Feng, but was disappointed to find that it was just a beggar-like young man with ragged clothes.Although he was tall, he was very thin, and he had thick eyebrows and big eyes, a straight nose and a broad mouth, but such a person should not know his name at all.

He shook his head, he was no longer interested in this kid, maybe he heard it from somewhere, after all, now the Eighteenth Blue Faced Ghosts are known to everyone in the counties of Henan.

"That's right, the grandpas are the eighteen blue-faced ghosts who hunted all over the counties in Henan, and those who are sensible should quickly hand over all the valuables!"

"Brother, it smells so good. I seem to smell a woman. There is a woman in this car." A thin man wearing a blue scarf approached the carriage with a smile, but Zhao Kuai, who was carrying a knife by the side of the carriage, did not dare to stop him at all. .

The curtain of the car was lifted, revealing two young women inside. Seeing the thin man's obscene smile, the two women turned pale and screamed.

"Wow, there are indeed women, and they are two young and beautiful ladies. This is a blessing." The thin man's eyes showed lust.

The blue-faced ghost Zhu Hua also laughed, and glanced at the two women, then turned to Zhao Kuai, Luo Feng and the others and said, "I met two beautiful young ladies today. Grandpas are in a good mood, so I won't make things difficult for you." These rough guys, hurry up and get out."

Detective Zhao hesitated for a few moments, and finally gritted his teeth and stomped his feet and ran away.

The coachman ran with him.

"Xiao Wu, let's go too."

The old man beside Luo Feng said to him, and the others got up too.

But after shouting a few words, he didn't see him move. The old man pulled him, but he didn't. Luo Feng still stood there without moving, "Third Uncle, we can't leave!"

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