Chapter four hundred and fifty seventh sent to the door to be knifed
Dazhou, northwest of Xingzhou.
In the hot summer, a long chirp flew through the sky, and the hot wind stirred up yellow dust in the sky. Beside the official road on the outskirts of Yunhua County, northwest Xingzhou, there were two rows of weeping willows. They no longer had the green color of the spring, and the green smoke dropped by passers-by.
.Thousands of hanging silk threads hang down under the hot sun.
At noon, a group of people from the escort agency appeared on the avenue. They all seemed very happy and kept laughing.
Accompanying the Escort Bureau was an old horse-harnessed cart, with a driver sitting on the shaft. He was about forty years old and looked like a rough man. He wore a bamboo hat on his head and his clothes were not soaked with sweat under the scorching sun. He
Next to him stood a copper kettle with a mouth and a narrow neck.
The driver waved his whip in the air from time to time, and the carriage gradually slowed down, but he leisurely picked up the copper pot and raised his head to take a sip of wine.
Suddenly a young man's voice came from inside the car: "Uncle Lu, are we getting there?"
There was a hint of childishness in the voice.
The handlebar type couldn't help but ask: "How do you know?"
The young man smiled and said: "What don't you know about this? The traffic is slowing down, the distance from the Chase Escort Agency is getting farther and farther, and uncle, you are drinking more and more often. It is obvious that we are about to arrive."
The handlebar chuckled and said: "You are really smart! But the first half of the show is nothing. After all, it was the Chase Escorts who protected us along the way and we arrived in Yunhua safely. But the second half
But no one knows what the show is going to be like. It’s all up to you!” He looked worried as he spoke, frowning slightly as he took another sip from the wine bottle, and sighed again:
"God has given me a new look!"
The sky is as blue as a crystal clear mirror, with no clouds stained.
After drinking half a bottle of wine, there was a slight sweat on his forehead. He raised his head and glanced at the tail of the escort. He suddenly swung the long whip in his hand hard and made a crisp sound. The carriage sped up and entered Yunhua County.
city gate.
On a hot day, there were only a few people on the street at noon. After the carriage entered the city, it walked straight into a broad street, then turned twice and stopped in front of the gate wall of a house.
He got off the car with his handlebars, opened the hood with his hands, and called in a low voice: "Xiao Zhuo, we're here!"
I saw an eleven or twelve-year-old boy leaning out of the car, with a dusty look on his face, and sweat on his forehead and face, but he couldn't hide his handsome look.
The young man got out of the car and looked up at the gate. The house was quite grand, with a red gate and an animal ring, and two separate stone lions. They were exquisitely carved and lifelike. "Uncle, is this a good house?" He looked slightly excited.
"That's right, it's this one. Zhen Sanshan Huang Xin, the second true disciple of the old man Heishui in Xingzhong Heishui River." Chaozi replied in a deep voice: "Xiao Zhuo, uncle will knock on the door for you and post a message. I can send you a message in the future.
It's all up to you." Said Kan stepped up the stone steps and reached out to knock on the animal ring.
After a moment, the heavy door rumblingly opened, revealing a middle-aged manager in green clothes. His eyes were slightly questioning, and he looked at the handlebar type, then looked at the young man behind the middle-aged man. When he was about to ask, the handlebar type had already said
: "This is the son of Iron Wing Flying Peng Qin Daxia, and I have a handwritten letter from Qin Daxia. I would like to thank you for your help!"
Steward Tsing Yi was slightly startled and agreed: "Please tell me, your Majesty, the letter from Qin Daxia..."
"Young Master Qin must meet Mr. Chen Huang."
The Qingyi steward's expression changed slightly, and suddenly he smiled again and said: "Then two of you, please wait for a moment!" He clasped his fists, turned around and walked in quickly.
The handlebar breathed a sigh of relief, then smiled sadly, and said to the young Qin Zhuo: "Xiao Zhuo, take more care of yourself in the future." He flew up leisurely, landed on the carriage, and raised his whip.
, the carriage sped away.
Qin Zhuo was left standing alone in front of the gate of Huang Mansion, watching the handlebars leave with faint tears, but in an instant they turned into perseverance.
After a while, the steward in green clothes walked over quickly and said, "My Majesty, please..." The voice suddenly stopped, and why was there one less person in the blink of an eye? "Is there another one?"
Qin Zhuo stepped forward and replied: "Uncle Lu still has something important to do, so just go ahead and not disturb the house!"
Although he was young, his speech was always polite and polite, and his bearing made people dare not look down upon him. The manager in green clothes said "Oh" and stopped asking questions. Anyway, his master invited a young man, "Then please follow me, little brother."
Come down!"
Qin Zhuo followed the steward in green, walked through the halls, and came to the living room. He saw an old man in his sixties standing on the stone steps with thick eyebrows and tiger eyes, a square face, a yellow face, a long white beard, and wearing a dark blue floral satin robe.
, secretly asked: "Is he Zhen Sanshan Huang Xin?" He walked forward quickly and bowed to the bottom: "Young man Qin Zhuo pays homage to Mr. Huang!"
The old man said with a smile: "Oh, it's my family, you're welcome. Your father and I have been close friends for many years. Although I have withdrawn from the world in recent years, I have never been out of Yunhua County, and I have never seen you, but you call me me."
Old man, that’s what you should do. Come on, let’s talk in the living room!”
The young man's fearful heart immediately calmed down a lot under the care of his elders.
With tears in his eyes, Qin Zhuo followed Huang Xin into the hall, took out a letter from his arms and handed it to the old man, saying: "I would like to ask you to read it. After reading the letter, you will know why the boy is here!"
The old man's expression changed slightly. The tears in Qin Zhuo's eyes and his tone made him feel bad. He took the letter and opened it immediately to read.
Not even halfway through, the old man's complexion changed drastically and his hands trembled slightly.
"What a Lu family, what a Qiankun Gang!" He was so angry that he slapped the table beside his hand with his palm. The sandalwood table looked like rotten wood under this palm, with sawdust flying everywhere and as fine as sand grains. The imprint on the sandalwood tabletop
A hole appeared with the exact outline of a palm. This was much worse than breaking the table into pieces with one palm.
Huang Xin looked at Qin Zhuo again, with a look of pity on his face, and said with infinite emotion: "Your father has been walking around the world for twenty years, he is heroic, courageous, and upright. Who on the road to Xingzhou doesn't admire him, and he never thought of suffering this for a book of gods and humanity?"
This is a calamity that will destroy your family. If you stay here with me, this old enemy will not let go of the Qiankun Clan!"
"Years ago, the old monster's grandson, Qiankun Boy, and Mei Baichuan and others disappeared near Puqiao Town. The old monster went completely crazy and bit anyone he caught.
Later, I didn’t know who I found out from, that one of the people who fought with the Qiankun Gang outside Puqiao Town that night for the Book of Gods and Humanities was my father, just, just..."
Qin Zhuo couldn't help but burst into tears when he thought about the death of his parents and relatives and the destruction of his home.
"Alas!" Huang Xin sighed. Although the Taoist books of gods and humans are among the rare things in the world, their real value is not worth mentioning at all. Thousands of years ago, the Lingxiao Palace, the Eastern Emperor, the Queen Mother, and the Four Emperors
Of course, the orthodoxy left behind is a peerless magical power. The orthodoxy of the Five Elders of the Five Directions and the Eight Heavenly Lords can also make people in the world extremely jealous. Even the first seventy-two of the three hundred and sixty-five star monarchs have their own merits, but these have long been
They were destroyed or were included in the Taoist canon by Taoism and Buddhism. Among the Buddhist scriptures, only the skills of some Maotou Xiaoshen and the low-ranking Xingjun are left, which have made considerable gains in the way of martial arts.
The latter are more inclined to arithmetic, astronomy and geography, music, chess, calligraphy and painting, medicine, poison and food, even singing, dancing, weaving, etc., etc. There is the way of martial arts!
Otherwise, over the course of thousands of years, those famous sects and aristocratic families would have dug up not a single statue of gods and humans in the world. Although a complete Taoist lineage must at least collect five equal statues of gods and humans, the higher the status, the higher the statues.
The more clones and inheritances there are, the general wealthy people in the world simply don’t have the time and strength to gather them together.
This also makes the value of the Taoist books of gods and humans become lower and lower. Compared with the Huangming Dynasty, when the great collision between the Lingxiao Palace and the imperial court ended, the Lingxiao Palace, the world's number one martial arts holy place, was destroyed by a million troops.
There is no tile left, thousands of people are dead or injured, scattered in all directions, but the time is very different.
The majestic iron-winged flying peng was destroyed because of a scroll of divine and humanistic calligraphy. It is ridiculous and sad!
Give three gentle high fives.
Then I saw an old servant coming in from outside the living room and said, "Master, what are your orders?"
"Huang Lu, you take Xiaozhuo to live in the back room in the backyard. You will serve the tea, food and drink yourself. Don't wait any longer."
The old servant lowered his head and responded in a low voice: "Yes."
Huang Xin turned to Qin Zhuo and said with a smile: "My dear nephew, he has been working hard on his horse and is going to have a rest. Don't worry at my house. The dogs from the Qiankun Gang don't dare to run wild yet."
This year is the Yunmeng Conference that happens every twelve years. I will return to Heishui River next month. You can come with me to pay homage to the ancestor. With your basic qualifications, the ancestor will accept it. Only after you have refined your martial arts can you
Avenge your parents!"
Qin Zhuo bowed to Huang Xin with tears in his eyes, "My nephew, I obey!"
No matter how good the relationship between Huang Xin and the Qin family is, they can only kill one or two minions who have personally done it. The big*OSS boss Qiankun at the top of the Qiankun Gang is someone who even the old man of Blackwater would give up.
, but he is also Qin Zhuo’s true enemy.
To take complete revenge, Qin Zhuo should level up towards the old monster Qiankun.
The camera turned to the Weizhong battlefield in the north. Just when Qin Zhuo vowed to take revenge, an ambush battle had already begun in Meichuan, thirty miles away from Jiufeng County.
The one who was ambushed - Gao Xie's tribe, the one who was ambushed - Zhu Xie's tribe left behind by Fan Chunju.
The unlucky Gao Xie once again became the enemy, and his troops were ambushed on the road. Fan Chunju, who played this trick, deceived the Han army very well.
Yesterday afternoon, Gao Xie, who received the news, learned that Fan Chunju had led his troops to attack Taigu County, and he was determined. He believed that there was no more danger in the Longshan area. So the entire army left Jiufeng City early this morning.
, a team of two thousand people, carrying wounded soldiers and captured goods, driving carriages and driving cattle and sheep, drove toward Yiting in a mighty manner. They were ready to follow Jiufeng-Yiting-Dianshan-Gaoming-Gaoming-
—Sanshi Avenue, arriving at Dashunguan Pass.
But how did he know that Fan Chunju had already ordered Zhu Bai to lead two thousand soldiers to ambush Meichuan before he raised his troops to Taigu County.
Gao Xie came to his door to be stabbed by himself. (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!)
