Fu Canglu

Chapter 4

Under the command of Emperor Qiliang, there are eighteen generals and millions of elite soldiers, occupying half of the country.

In the Spring and Autumn Period and Ten Kingdoms, the only opponent left was the Northern Wei Dynasty.

Strangers and strangers travel the world, but most of them gather in Qiliang.Not for other reasons, just talking about Master Yuan Tiangang, the national teacher, who is young and not old, proficient in Liuyao, divination, astronomy, geography, Qimen Dunjia...

Although the master of the national teacher does not know martial arts, he is a well-deserved unparalleled national scholar!

From then on, the Qi and Liang dignitaries had a much better impression of strange people. The doormen not only recruited knights who wielded knives and guns, but also accepted strange people and strangers with real talents.

Yuan Tiangang is the teacher of the three princes, and has different requirements for the three princes.

His Royal Highness, the little prince, was ordered to do three things since he was a child.

The first two are: one is not allowed to argue with others with one's own talents, and two is not allowed to read books for more than three hours a day.

The third is not allowed: not allowed to practice swords.

Qi Liang Shangwu, eighteen generals are allowed to wear swords in the palace, but the little prince's Jingtao Palace is strictly forbidden to wear swords.I was so afraid that His Highness was eager to learn when he saw the sword, and violated the third iron rule.

During this trip, Xiao Yi naturally saw scholars with swords, but he didn't have the slightest desire to practice swords.It's just that he is not allowed to practice swords, and sometimes he would pick up the dwindling pear blossoms flying beside the curtain in boredom, thinking foolishly: What's so rare about practicing swords?Wen ruled the world, enough.

As they head north, they have already left Yangguan Valley, and not far away is the Qijiang River.

There are Hongliu City, Ship City, and the city with the largest flow of people from the north and the south on the Qijiang River.When you arrive here, you can take a short rest, rent a boat, and cross north to the north bank of the Qijiang River.

Long before the little prince was born, the two sides of the Qijiang River reached a consensus based on the will of the two overlords.

The disputes between the two countries should not be based on the Qi River, but the two countries should use the Qi River to prosper together.

The Xiaoxiao Qijiang River runs from north to south, and its tens of millions of miles are unknown.

Coupled with the fact that the two uncles around him are all masters in the world, there is naturally no need to worry about any problems before arriving at Hongliu City.

His Royal Highness the little prince closed the book. He had read the book for almost three hours today. He poked his head out, and Duan Mingsheng in front of him just retracted his concealed gesture.

This is already the No. 16th wave of assassinations. The number of assassins is always only three, and they are always ambushing on their way forward.After leaving Yangguan Valley, the more you change lanes, the more you encounter assassins.

How could Duan Mingsheng be as naive as the little prince, who had already planned in his heart, but his face was expressionless, and the flowers and wine on his waist were clinking.He had to doubt the people around him. Miao Jianghong and himself were both dead soldiers in the palace, so there was no possibility of problems.

Suddenly, a figure rushed out from the side of the official road.

This person was wearing a coir raincoat, his face could not be seen clearly, and a plain white rapier was slung around his waist, and he fell to the ground like a cheetah pounced!

It is far away from Yangguan Valley, and the sparse pear blossoms have long been invisible.

The swordsman rushed from the side of the official road, carrying countless pear blossoms and leaves behind him. With his sword out of the sheath, he drew a semicircle with him, and the countless pear blossoms turned into afterimages, each of which was like a sword coming out of its sheath. !

In an instant, Miao Jianghong, the hatter who had been bowing his head in silence, raised his head, his eyes lit up and then darkened, he slapped the horse's head, and flew three feet into the air expressionlessly. Then take the swordsman's life.

When the swordsman saw that he missed the blow, he sneered all over his body, swept his body back, and tapped his foot on the ground, as if he was going to retreat.

Miao Jianghong's going was even more fierce, he was afraid that the swordsman would escape, but unexpectedly the swordsman stopped suddenly, stabbing Miao Jianghong with his sword, the sword's intent was like quicksilver leaking to the ground!
Miao Jianghong turned his palm into a finger, and received a sword forcefully, even though the sword's intent was unparalleled, it was unexpectedly broken from it, and another palm hit the swordsman's heart.

The swordsman spat out a mouthful of blood like a kite with a broken string, but he swept back tens of feet in a relay, without even the strength to curse, he hurriedly disappeared in the official path.

His Royal Highness the little prince just poked his head out when he saw this shocking scene, and immediately understood that this trip to the north might not be as simple as he had just imagined.

It's just that the swordsman's strike was really unparalleled, with a sword coming out, countless pear blossoms followed.

However, Miao Jianghong, the hat-hat man, was clearly superior to this swordsman. He was worthy of being the "Wrath-eyed Vajra".

Duan Mingsheng narrowed his eyes and stopped chewing grass roots.He saw the movement of Miao Jianghong retracting his right hand into his sleeve.

That sword looks simple and unpretentious, but in fact it is far better than the mighty sword move of Lihua Jianyu.

This assassin's ulterior motive is not to drink, could it be that he just wants to test the strength of the guards around the little prince?After thinking for a while, Duan Mingsheng spat out the grass roots, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, Your Highness, the visitors on this trip are not very impressive, but Your Highness probably won't have any books to read in the next few days."

Xiao Yi was taken aback for a moment, feeling something in his heart, and looked back.

The two carriages behind him seemed to have been devastated by a violent storm. Shen Jun was dismembered, bloodstained, and the carriage was chopped into scrap copper and iron, riddled with holes.

The scrolls on the hatchback were cut into one hundred and eight thousand pieces by the sword energy, and scattered away with the wind.

There is also a residual fragrance of pear blossoms.

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The carriage moved forward slowly, but Xiao Yi couldn't calm down. He had no books to read, and he, who was always quiet, took the initiative to talk to the talkative Uncle Duan in front of him.

"Uncle Duan, have you ever been to the Jianghu when you were young?" Xiao Yi thought of the Jianghu described in the book, with love and hatred, swords, spears and halberds, eighteen kinds of martial arts.

"Your Highness, you can never call Uncle Duan, just call Old Duan." Duan Mingsheng narrowed his eyes, and found another weed in his mouth from nowhere.

Only then did he speak vaguely, "There are often people in the Jianghu, but people in the Jianghu don't often have it."

Xiao Yi listened quietly in the back seat.

"When I was young, it was in chaos. Qiliang was just a small country. At that time, Lao Duan was following His Majesty, but he couldn't find a chance to get ahead. He just went to Qijiang countries to be a ranger and pass on information."

"In those few years, I met a lot of people. I guess I'm half a gangster. I have killed people, been a bandit, and done bad things a lot. But, Your Highness, not all gangsters are willing to do bad things."

"Jianghu, it's hard to get rid of it. It's a big dye vat. How can a word in a book explain it clearly? I said that your highness was born in the imperial family. I'm afraid you don't know what the rivers and lakes are, and you can't know what the rivers and lakes are. Slightly."

Although Xiao Yi is young, he understands this very clearly.There are many grievances and grievances in the world, and life and death are decided by God.I was born in the royal family of Qi and Liang, although my heart is for the sages, but even after reading thousands of books, I can't walk ten thousand miles.

As soon as he thought of this, a trace of inexplicable thoughts were about to sprout, but they were scattered by Duan Mingsheng's next words.

"There are many grievances and grievances in the Jianghu, and there are many masters. There are countless masters on both sides of the Qijiang River, but there are only a few sects." The old Duan is not old, but he looks old when he says this. The most inconceivable sect is Fengxue Yincheng."

"100 years ago, the main force of Fengxue Yincheng dominated a generation, and there was no enemy." The old Duan's eyes were a little bitter, "Every generation of Fengxue City Lord is a talent from the sky."

"There has never been a sect that has independent autonomy and does not allow troops from other countries to enter. Similarly, Fengxueyin City only occupies one city and does not expand." The old Duan smiled freely, "Whether Fengxueyin City No matter how strong a city is, it cannot threaten a country."

"Fengxue Silver City is in the north. With the supplies from the cheap emperor of the Northern Wei Dynasty, it can continuously send strong men to the Northern Wei Dynasty. Even if we, Qi Liang, have the advantage of the south of the Yangtze River, the overall situation is not optimistic." Old Duan paused, "Old Duan In my whole life, I will never see Your Majesty's iron cavalry stepping over the Northern Wei Dynasty and flattening that bullshit Silver City."

"When His Royal Highness finds the King of Medicine, I will ask the National Teacher for an opportunity to travel north."

Xiao Yixing probably felt the bitterness between the lines of Duan Mingsheng's words, so he couldn't help but said, "Uncle Duan's martial arts is so strong, could it be that there are more dangers than fortunes? Could it be that the person seeking revenge is the city lord of this generation."

Lao Duan touched the scar on his cheekbone, "People say that my pear blossoms don't stain my clothes in heavy rain."

"But I didn't know that I was almost split in half by that person's sword energy from the air. I was saved by the master of the country, and I saved my life. After that, I practiced body skills for ten years, and now I want to come," the old man said. Duan Kushen shook his head, "I'm afraid I can't dodge that sword."

Xiao Yi was horrified when he heard the words, but he must know that Duan Mingsheng is one of the twelve great masters in the Qiliang Palace, and he is a master on par with Miao Jianghong. The swordsman's attack was so terrifying just now, and he is not Miao Jianghong's opponent.

After ten years of practice, he still lost to the sword of that year.

How big a gap should this be, or how desperate was it at the time?
"The realm of martial arts is divided into nine ranks from bottom to top." Old Duan smiled, "I thought that rank nine topped the sky, but I never thought that there are people outside the mountains and mountains outside the mountains. I quietly said to His Highness that there is no need to worry about this trip. In terms of safety, according to His Majesty's love for you, that person must follow us, as long as that person is there, even if thousands of people besiege the city, His Highness does not need to take a step back."

When Xiao Yi heard that address, the figure in the palace drinking with the teacher all day flashed in his mind. Except for the teacher and the blind senior who called him Old Man An, who wouldn't respect him?

When he was six years old, he saw old man An show his skills, and Xiao Yi believed that even if there were no gods in this world, there were similar people.At least Old Man An is one of them.

Thinking about the jug dangling from the old man's waist, Uncle Duan presumably learned his habit of hanging wine on his waist. Xiao Yi touched his nose and asked curiously, "Uncle Duan is now a ninth grade?"

"Where can it be called a ninth rank?" Old Duan shook his head, "Zun Yunshang, the number one expert in the university, is estimated to be a ninth rank master. I happened to meet once a year ago."

Hearing this, Xiao Yi joked, "Don't you all meet each other?"

The old Duan laughed, and said, "That man is not like us old guys, he is seventeen or eighteen years old, he is so young, he behaves weirdly and withdrawn, he doesn't deal with strangers, he likes to wear a red robe with a ghost face, I guess he is probably a saboteur. Let me tell you, one day I was seen by a ghost eye without a mask, and guess what, Your Highness? She is as handsome as a girl."

Xiao Yi tilted his head and thought about it. He has lived in the palace of Lanling City for 16 years, but he has never seen this young man with a ghostly face and red robe. Reached the ninth rank of the peak of martial arts."

Only then did the old Duan correct himself, "Although it is difficult to climb martial arts, the ninth rank is by no means the pinnacle."

"My lord has ordered that Your Highness is not allowed to practice swords, but if you learn some superior skills, you can prolong your life and alleviate your physical illness." Old Duan shook his head, "Your Highness may be a more talented person than Zun Yunshang. "

"I can't say that," Xiao Yi explained with a bitter face, "The teacher said that my fate is against each other, and once I practice the exercises, my heart and blood will be against each other. At that time, I will probably die due to the surge of energy and blood. Gods are also called ghosts."

Lao Duan just slapped his head and showed his white teeth, "Master Guo Shi is right. I said that there are countless secret books on exercises in the palace, so why don't you read them all?"

Unexpectedly, Xiao Yi chuckled lightly, and tapped his head lightly with his little finger, "It's not that I didn't read a word, the teacher didn't let me learn it, so I recited some in private, maybe I'll use it someday."

Duan Mingsheng put away his joking tone, and looked carefully at this young His Royal Highness. Behind his approachability, was a true genius with a photographic memory.It is no exaggeration to say that there are millions of books in the imperial palace. This little Highness has a photographic memory, and he has memorized how many secret books that people in the world would risk their lives to forget.

Immediately he sincerely praised, "Your Highness is a talent beyond heaven."

Xiao Yi squinted his eyes when he heard this compliment, his face was expressionless, but he was very grateful in his heart.

It was then that a light car was heading towards Hongliu City when the moon was setting and the clouds were rising.

Da da da da, crisp horseshoe.

The young little prince closed his slender eyes, as if intoxicated in a wonderful dream, he couldn't help uttering a few words from the dream.

"Jianghuer."

Duan Mingsheng, the groom who was driving the carriage, smiled, and even Miao Jianghong seemed to be lost in memory following His Highness's words, the corners of his mouth tugged slightly.

The horse's hooves passed by, and an old man came along the path. The old man was dressed in blue and straight, with long hair loose, bathing in the bright moon in front of his forehead, and a pot of flower wine bells ringing around his waist. He squinted his eyes and smiled, looking at the carriage meaningfully. .

"What a quack."

"Your Highness's trip, you may not really want to enter the rivers and lakes."

Looking across the carriage, and then through Hongliu City, it seems that you are facing the roaring Qijiang River from afar.

Quack?
(End of this chapter)