Showers in early summer are like little flower-picking thieves wandering into the boudoir at night. They come in strong winds and rain, and leave in a hurry, leaving only muddy water stains in the ravines and the pear blossoms on the tree that brought the rain.
The wind stopped and the rain subsided, and the streets of the capital gradually became active. People started to go out of their homes one after another, and vendors and goons hawked their goods along the street:
"steamed stuffed bun--"
"Selling coal..."
…
Amidst the noise in the street, a motorcade slowly drove from the intersection of Tianshui Bridge.
The carriage is behind, and in front are thirteen warriors who ride and escort the carriage. They are all wearing raincoats and bamboo hats on their heads, with swords across their waists, and are dusty from the journey.
In the important place of the capital, it is rare for a team to have such a strong atmosphere. Many passers-by looked sideways and saw that the leader of the team was a young man.
The man wore a black robe under his raincoat, with a big white bird standing on his shoulder. He was tall, with fair skin, dark eyes with bright color, and a pair of sword-shaped eyebrows, which made his handsome face even more sharp.
"Wow - Mom, look, that brother is so handsome!"
"Shh~ don't yell, are you ashamed?"
"That bird is so fat~"
"grumble?"
"Hey? You can still understand people!"
…
The young man in black seemed not to have heard the compliments of the young women and girls on the street, and led the team to the Zhenyuan Escort Agency at the end of the street without squinting.
The entire shop in Tianshuiqiao has the family emblem with the word "Pei" hanging on it, as does the Zhenyuan Escort Agency.
A family that can afford to buy a street in the capital city, where every inch of land is at a premium, is obviously not a small family, and is full of style. Outside the tall yellow wood and green tiled door of the escort agency, there are often two escorts standing in front of them to support the facade.
Seeing the unknown cavalry arrive in front of the door, an escort stepped forward and held his hands in front of him, making a quaint salute:
"Who is your Excellency?"
"Night Terror Hall."
The bodyguard looked confused and glanced at the group of powerful warriors:
"I've never heard of your name. Are you here to transport escorts, or..."
"Kick the gym."
"..."
After saying this, the street became quiet.
All the passers-by who were wandering around gathered around, and even the wonton vendor on the street put down their spoons, wiped their hands on their aprons, and stood on tiptoes to look at them:
"what happened?"
"Players, this scene is really rare in the capital..."
…
The two escorts outside the escort office looked grim when they saw the unkind young man in black.
If he were an ordinary young man, he would have shouted back, but the thirteen knights outside the door, all with knives, were not easy to provoke, so the bodyguard still looked polite and said:
"Private fights are strictly prohibited in this important place in the capital. Our boss is a serious businessman and abides by the law. We can't handle the matter of kicking the club. If you have a dispute with your boss, you can go and complain, and we can go to the Yamen to reason..."
After saying this, the onlookers immediately began to boo:
"Huh……"
"If you are still practicing martial arts, people are knocking on your door. Do you think you can ask someone to report it to the official?"
"Yes……"
…
The young man in black took off his saber from his waist, threw it to the person behind him, and said with his bare hands:
"Let your escort head come out and I'll leave after one fight."
Seeing that the neighbors were all surrounding him, the bodyguard showed displeasure, and a man next to him ran to the street, hoping to report to the police.
Unfortunately, as soon as he ran a few steps, he was blocked by the swordsman behind the young man in black.
"Hey you……"
As soon as this move came out, seven or eight people rushed out from behind the door of the escort agency, carrying knives and guns, with angry faces.
A powerful voice also came from inside the escort agency:
"Boy, you can be young and energetic, but you need to brighten your eyes..."
Everyone turned around and saw a man walking out of the main room of the escort agency. He was wearing a brocade robe and had a tall build. His right hand, which was full of calluses, was spinning two iron walnuts.
Kaka...
When the escort outside the door saw this, he quickly called out:
"Master Chen, this kid is causing trouble."
The onlookers' eyes grew hot and they talked a lot:
"Chen Biao is out."
"This handsome guy won't be beaten to death, right?"
"How dare anyone die in the capital? The most they can do is vomit blood."
"So handsome, it hurts even if I vomit blood..."
Swish——
Before anyone could say a word, they suddenly heard a soft sound of breaking wind coming from the street.
Many escorts and passers-by felt their eyes blurred when the young man in black who was sitting on the horse, not knowing how to use his strength, rose into the sky, jumped over the door of the escort office which was more than ten feet high, and smashed into the courtyard of the escort office.
Chen Biao, who had just walked out of the house, was startled by this scene. He instinctively threw two iron walnuts, but they were swept away by the young man in black robes with his sleeve. Then the goshawk pounced on the rabbit and caught him with one claw.
on the neck.
Bang——
In the blink of an eye, the tall and powerful Chen Biao was pressed against the doorpost behind him, knocking off several black tiles on the eaves.
snap——
The tiles fell to the ground and shattered into pieces, which shocked the more than ten escorts in the courtyard to tremble, with horrified eyes.
Chen Biaohai's face was pale and he didn't even have the intention to resist. He shouted urgently:
"Young hero, wait a minute! I'm just a bodyguard. If you have a grudge against my employer, don't come at me..."
If you can speak out, it's obvious that you won't kill him.
The young man in black robe grabbed Chen Biao's neck with one hand and tilted his head to signal an old swordsman outside the door:
"His name is Yang Chao. From now on, he will be the head guard and you will be the second in command. Do you understand?"
Chen Biao was confused, but he didn't dare to talk back when his neck was being pinched. He just spread his hands and said:
"Young hero, we are a formal business that pays business taxes on time, not a Jianghu dock. If my boss doesn't agree, I can't make the decision even if you beat me to death..."
"My father, Pei Yuanfeng, and your boss's brother, asked me to send you my family's property. From now on, they will be members of the Zhenyuan Escort Bureau. If there is any mistreatment, you can ask."
Chen Biao was stunned, looked at the young man in black, and said in surprise:
"Are you the second master's son?! Why is your last name Ye?"
Ye Jingtang did not answer. After he finished speaking, he took out a stack of official tickets with a denomination of one hundred taels, patted Chen Biao's chest, turned and left.
Outside the door, the neighbors were stunned and whispered to each other:
"What a handsome skill..."
"Is this the young master of the Pei family?"
"It sounds like... there used to be a second child in the Pei family, twenty or thirty years ago..."
…
The twelve cavalry escorts who followed had complicated expressions. The leader, Mr. Yang, handed the knife to Ye Jingtang who walked out of the door and advised:
"Young master, why are you like this? My old master loves to talk while drinking, so you don't have to take it seriously. Where can you go when you leave home?"
"Jianghu."
Ye Jingtang took the sword and put it back on his waist, let the pet bird rest on his shoulder, looked at the rising sun on the horizon, and took a gentle breath.
His figure seemed free and easy, but in his clear eyes, there was a flash of confusion that said, "Although the world is huge, there is no place to settle down."
It has been eighteen years since I came to this dynasty called 'Da Wei'.
When he was two or three years old, his memory gradually came back to him. Ye Jingtang lived in an escort agency in the border town of Dawei. He was an abandoned child picked up by his boss Pei Yuanfeng on his way to escort. Because he had a loud voice and cried loudly, he was named "Night Terror".
Tang', adopted him as his adopted son.
Pei Yuanfeng was injured in a fight when he was young. He never married and had no children. He was very 'concerned' about his adopted son's growth - he beat him three times a day, twice as much on New Years and holidays - and just made his extravagant hopes by copying poems and brewing wine.
Soap's famous Night Terror Hall became the gold medal thug of the escort agency.
Just last month, Pei Yuanfeng was addicted to alcohol and died on the wine table after a heavy drunkenness.
Ye Jingtang was preparing for the funeral and found a letter among Pei Yuanfeng's belongings.
The letter was written in advance to prepare for the unexpected, and it only said three things:
1: Pei Yuanfeng is not an ordinary person. He was once a famous martial arts master. I wanted to wait until he grew up to see his character clearly and then teach him the 'peerless sword technique', but if he can read the letter, it means that he is not so lucky. Both sides.
In a battle between father and son, he had to find a way to practice swordsmanship on his own and seek revenge on the person who injured Pei Yuanfeng.
Pei Yuanfeng's people are all gone, so it doesn't matter whether he is a real master or not. It is natural for a son to avenge his father, and Ye Jingtang has no objection to this.
Perhaps because he was afraid that he would have no place to learn advanced martial arts, Pei Yuanfeng also told him a secret, which was the second thing - when the previous dynasty was destroyed, Pei Yuanfeng's master took advantage of the chaos and sneaked into the palace and stole the remains of "The Singing Dragon Picture".
roll.
It is rumored that "The Picture of the Singing Dragon" is a supreme secret book, which records nine kinds of strange secret arts. If you get one of them, your power will surpass that of ordinary people, and if you learn it, you can live forever and become immortal.
But the fighting was so fierce that he was not taken out of the palace and buried under a ginkgo tree in the harem. Pei Yuanfeng told him that if he had a chance, he must enter the palace to get it.
When Ye Jingtang saw this, he was quite speechless.
Judging from the description, "Crying Dragon Picture" should be the "plug-in, golden finger" that he has been looking forward to for eighteen years.
He naturally wants this unique treasure in the world, but if it is buried in the "harem" of the imperial city and he, a great man, is asked to retrieve it, can he sneak in by working as a eunuch from the palace?
If you want to practice this skill, you must first go to the palace?
This matter has not been mentioned. The biggest impact on Night Terror Hall is the last thing:
Pei Yuanfeng left home when he was young and never returned. Feeling that he owed his parents, they asked him to sell the property of the Escort Agency and send it to the Pei family in the capital, without leaving a penny for him.
If Ye Jingtang hadn't seen the letter, he wouldn't have known that his lonely foster father had a brother.
After all, it was a father-son relationship. He had not fulfilled his filial piety and had been busy at home for so many years. He was asked to leave the house and leave the family property to his relatives. He really did not regard him as a son.
An ordinary person would definitely ignore this letter, since no one else would know.
But Ye Jingtang is different. His previous life has long since passed. In this world, he only has one relative, who is not related to them by blood. To be able to pick him up and raise him as an adult is to be extremely benevolent and righteous to him. He didn't even have time to repay his filial piety.
Ye Jing Tang finally complied with his will and sold the escort bureau in the small border town for a thousand taels of silver. He took twelve willing escorts and their families and came all the way to the capital of the Wei Dynasty.
A seven-foot-tall man in Night Terror Hall cannot be left alone.
Now that the old people under his adoptive father have been settled and the property has been handed over to the Pei family, Ye Jingtang has completely bid farewell to the past and has become a helpless prodigal who is content with whatever comes.
I don’t know where I came from, and I don’t know where I’m going back. All that’s left is one person, one bird, and one knife. It’s said that I’m going to the ‘Jianghu’, but I stand at the street corner and look around blankly, where is the ‘Jianghu’?
Ye Jingtang held the black horse in hand, passing through the bustling crowd and walking along the street, aimlessly and a little lost.
But just after walking a few steps, two crisp sounds suddenly came from beside him.
"Dangdang——"
A pole holding up the sliding window fell from the second floor and rolled to his feet.
Looking up to the window on the second floor, I saw a charming and charming figure falling into my eyes...