The surging Wei River, the turbid waves surging.

A very thick old willow tree grew alone on the river bank. Not far from the tree, a strong white horse was leisurely lowering its head and eating grass.

Perhaps it is because the soil and soil breed the grass and trees. The old locust trees are not as charming and graceful as their counterparts in the south. Instead, they are very ugly and bloated. The willow branches that have lost all their leaves are like a messy and withered head, showing their old appearance.

Liu Tugou leaned against the side of the old willow tree facing the river to prevent the "Mountains and Rivers" from being wet with the splashes on the shore.

This old book, which was originally just used to relieve his boredom, has made great contributions to his escape this time.

A team of thirty-many cavalry on the other side of the river rushed to the riverside and saw the white horses across the river. Immediately someone shot an arrow into the sky, and soon I heard a faint thunder in the distance.

This team of cavalry was ordered to go out of the city to chase the black-clothed demon who robbed the army horse. There was a hundred people in a banner. After 66 was killed more than a dozen people, they did not dare to disperse to find the enemy. They divided into three teams to open a sparse hunting net.

Faced with dozens of strong bows and crossbows, the demon refused to show up and provoke him, but he just wanted to escape. Unfortunately, he failed in the end and taught the demon to escape from the Wei River. This was already out of the jurisdiction of Yangping County.

On the left bank are more than 80 horses that quickly merge, but on the right bank there is only one leisurely white horse.

The red-clothed horsemen gathered on the face of the person in the center, with relaxed relief and fatigue and hesitation, but they did not have the desire to fight.

In their opinion, the pursuit and counter-chasing that lasted for several days and nights for hundreds of miles was finally over. Even without regard to the serious consequences of crossing the border without authorization, there was absolutely no ship enough to transport more than 80 cavalry across the river at this remote ferry, and even a boat on the ferry is not visible.

The city is as deep as Xue Weichen, and he can't help but feel a little disappointed.

He was born in a humble background and had no outstanding martial arts skills. He had only been a small banner for many years. The bitterness and blood and tears of it were really not worthy of being told by outsiders.

He was finally attracted by the insatiable lieutenant and sent out to do some shameless and unethical things, but he ran into the demon star Liu Tugou.

First, he broke a deal that should have been rewarding, and even his confidants were killed. Then he was taken away from the mount outside the city gate. He could not tolerate him from both public and private matters.

People who grow by the Wei River are often given names such as "Weichen" and "Weiqing" by their elders, and this is true for Xue Weichen. However, today is different from the past, the Wei River has become a natural barrier that prevents Xue Weichen from washing away the shame. The taste is really unspeakable.

Before he could do anything, he saw a young man in black walking out from the old willow tree on the other side, wearing a long sword, carrying a bright sharp blade hanging from his waist.

More than eighty cavalrymen were in a panic. The prey that was ruthlessly hunted for emergency escape was like a dog that was strayed and then ruthlessly killed, but they used their sharp claws to easily tear off the lives of more than a dozen comrades. The contrast was so great that they were ashamed and angry as they were more admired and even feared.

For Liu Tugou, at this time, Lao Bai's story of the world came in handy. God knows why the down-and-out scholars who write books are so stubborn. They always stuff their savage men who lick blood at the edge of the knife into the mouth of the barbarian, who is sore and sore, as if the heroes are ready to make a name for their articles at any time.

He grinned happily: "Two hundred years ago, the Iron Cavalry of the Great Zhou Western Expedition sent a 5,000 partial army to steal the Wei River from then on, and bought time for the army to cross the river, but none of them survived. Afterwards, King Xuanwei Yu Da planted willow trees here to accompany the heroic spirits, but in the end he only lived this one, which shows that this old willow ferry is not a place to keep people."

After quoting scriptures and showing off the knowledge I just got from the book, Mr. Liu was in a good mood and couldn't help laughing: "Brother Xue has sent him hundreds of miles of affection and righteousness. I am ashamed of accepting it. I will definitely repay you in the future. There is no banquet that will last forever. Let's part at this small ferry. Unfortunately, the ferry was scared away by me. I can't pick you up and cross the river!"

Xue Weichen was extremely angry and laughed, but his tone was extremely cold: "The two princes who made the greatest contribution in the Western Expedition. They were the two princes who were named King Ji Ding of the other surname. The Qi Ding clan of King Xuanwei was deprived of their fiefdom. Although King Xuanwei Yu Da was deprived of his fiefdom, he was only given the title of Marquis of Huaide. It is not that he was blessed by the heroic spirit because of this kind of Liu. How could Brother Liu bear to leave such a blessed place?"

Mr. Liu, who was originally proud, was stunned and smiled embarrassedly: "So Yu Da is no longer the prince? Alas, what is said in the book may not be true!"

Xue Weichen was a little shocked now. He just let such a heartless and straightforward boy get dirty? Or is the other party really a rejuvenated old devil, so cunning that he couldn't even see it?

Since Mr. Liu has recovered the situation a little, he has no interest in saying goodbye to Xue Weichen Yiyi.

He turned over and climbed onto the horse's back and patted the white horse that had been dependent on each other for several days: "Awei, let's go!"

He was obviously thinner and was beaten by the white horse Awei, who had a strange name, in dissatisfaction, opened his mouth like a slight snatching off a piece of branches from the old willow tree, and then he went eastward.

Under the silent gaze of dozens of iron cavalry on the left bank, the black-clothed white horse left freely.

In this way, he left all the grudges, life and death, the past, and the heroes and ambitions who were still showing off.

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At dusk, Lanling Prince's Mansion.

If it weren't for the plaque in front of the door that clearly stated, and there were two evil silver-armored guards at the gate, this not-so-luxury mansion really didn't look like the residence of the prince. At least it did not domineeringly occupy the long street, nor did it set up a legendary stone tablet that was said to be a Chinese official and a military general dismounted.

A scholar in green clothes slowly walked to the gate of the royal palace. He first looked up and looked at the plaque of the royal palace that was said to have been written by His Majesty. Then, under the vigilant eyes of the silver-armored guard, he bowed his fists and said loudly: "In Xianan Shiqiu, I would like to see His Highness Lanling, please pass it on!"

The gatekeeper did not have a trace of arrogance as a prince guard. Although it was too late at this time and the words of the visitor were not respectful enough, he still knocked on the door knocker and whispered to explain the situation inside the door, and then stood back to his original position.

Nan Shiqian stood quietly for a moment, and a manager came out of the side door and respectfully asked for it.

Looking back at the dim sky, a crescent moon was already hanging in the sky.

Nan Shiqian sorted out the blue shirt that was slightly bloated and wrinkled because of the cotton coat, and entered the mansion with high spirits.

He was not led to a quiet room like the study as he expected, nor even a side hall for guests. Instead, he walked through the corridor and headed straight to the back hall.

The palace is not large in size and will arrive in a short time.

The back hall was brightly lit, but only two people were there.

On the stone steps in front of the hall was a spotted old man with barefoots, barefoots, his right hand supported his head and his left hand to hold a wine jar. His shoes were kicked under the stone steps, which was unrestrained.

The old man's face was rosy, but he was not drunk. With a divine light in his eyes, he immediately made a layer of fine sweat appear on the back of Nanshi's rafters.

Such as a lion and tiger.

The Nanshi rafters showed no sound, and looked up at the man standing in the wind at the top of the stone steps.

He was a 16 or 17-year-old boy in a thin moon-white brocade robe. He had a slender figure but agile feeling, without any weakness. His face was bright, his eyebrows were slanted, and his eyes and lips had a deep contour like a knife, which looked particularly narrow and long.

The young man held a simple bronze ancient sword in his hands and pressed it down gently, dong!

The unsharp sword tip collided with the stone steps, making a dull sound.

"Does Mr. Nanshi know how to dance with swords?" The young man pressed the sword and spoke.

Nan Shiqian shook his head: "I don't know anything."

"Where is the sir coming from and where is it going?" The young man pressed his sword again, dong!

Nan Shiqian shook his head again: "I don't know anything."

"Why did sir teach me?" The young man pressed his sword three times, dong!

Nan Shiqian San shook his head: "No word."

The stone steps fell into silent silence. The evening breeze blew, and countless candles were jumping in the uninhabited hall. The sunset was no longer visible outside the hall, but there was still a faint blue sky light.

Yan Tieyi suddenly raised the wine jar and poured a large mouthful of wine. The wine dripped, wetting her messy beard and exposed chest.

He exhaled a breath of turbid air and asked, "Youngsheng, at this time, are you Nan Shiqiu, or the next Zhou Tian Nan Shizhiling?"

This question was a little puzzled, but Nan Shiqian chuckled and said, "Scholar You Xuezi Nan Shiqian has met Mr. Yan."

He bowed gently to the stone steps again: "I have met Brother Ji!"

He then threw away the ancient sword, descended down the steps, walked to Nan Shiqiu, and bowed, and said, "Ji Tianxing has met Brother Nan Shi!"

Yan Tieyi also stood up on the steps below, standing beside the young man, waiting for the two of them to greet him and said, "Your Highness, Mr. Nanshi is not a practitioner. He cannot stand the cold outside the hall. It is better to enter the hall to drink for a long night."

Ji Tianxing nodded slightly and asked with a smile: "What do you think Brother Nan Shi?"

Nan Shiqian happily obeyed the order.

The three of them walked up the steps and saw an ancient bronze sword thrown by Ji Tianxing on the ground. The sword body was simple and ancient characters were carved on it.

Nan Shiqiu bent down and picked it up, laughed and said, "From its shape, it should be the ritual vessel used by Bayouzhidiao recorded in ancient books, and its name is Wuyuyu."

Ji Tianxing nodded and said, "It is this sword, which was made by the skilled craftsman in the palace based on ancient books. The gentleman said that he knew nothing about sword dance. Isn't the Bayou Sword Dance the Zhizheng Dance that can only be watched by ancient kings?"

Nan Shiqian shook his head and said, "The world has changed, and the rituals have long been broken. I don't understand the dance of Bayou. Instead, I heard that there is a dance platform in the south of Lanling County, which is a gentle place for literati and poets to flock to."

He paused and pretended to be puzzled, "But I don't know if this Wuyutai is different from the one that the ancient sages borrowed and worshiped by heaven. I can't say that I have to follow the example of the ancestors and go to the stage to have a sympathy!"

As soon as this sentence was spoken, the three of them looked at each other and suddenly burst into laughter.

The laughter was extremely happy, resounding throughout the hall and into the sky.

The vast Zhoutian, the most frustrated people, whether it is Xue Weichen who strives to climb up like an ant, or Nan Shiqian, a noble family who seems to be high and arrogant, and Yan Tieyi, a veteran general of the hundred battles, even if he was born in the emperor's family, he still has too many involuntary ambitions.

Too many tacit understandings, I will give this smile.

The rituals are broken and the music is broken, how many heroes are happy?
Chapter completed!