Chapter 271 I, Cheng Saburo, will let you succeed now
Chapter 271 I, Cheng Sanlang, will make you famous now (please subscribe and vote)
"Not afraid of death?"
"Not afraid."
Niu Jinda lowered his body and looked at his son, who was as stubborn as himself. His deep voice was like a sharpened blade.
"One blow. If you win, I won't stop you."
Niu Weituo suddenly turned his head and looked over, but he only saw the burly figure of Niu Jinda, turning his horse's head, lifting his horse and galloping down the high hill.
It was the same as when I stayed at home and watched my father go off to war.
"Dad!" Niu Weituo roared loudly, only seeing the burly figure and the horse raised high.
"Ba Jin, bring me my horse and bring me my spear!"
Niu Weituo gritted his teeth, stood up slowly, looked at his father's back and shouted loudly.
The cold wind is still biting, and the sky and earth are covered in a diffuse mottled yellow.
Only a winding river not far away reflected the dark clouds in the sky.
It seems like a ribbon wrapped in autumn, dotted between heaven and earth.
"Uncle Cheng, do we want to go there?" Yuchi Baolin stretched her neck rather eagerly.
Cheng Yaojin laughed, stroking his thick beard like a steel needle and shaking his head.
"We are here, and it is up to them, father and son, to win or lose, or not to win or lose. That is their business."
"..."
After descending the high hill and walking for more than a hundred steps, we found ourselves in an open flat land next to a small river.
The father and son galloped to the flat land one after another, holding the horses in their hands tightly and looking at each other.
At this moment, the first snowfall in the eight years of Zhenguan in the Tang Dynasty unexpectedly started to fall and wine fell.
It makes the world between heaven and earth even more solemn...
As Niu Jinda gave a sharp shout and galloped forward, Niu Weituo also roared. While galloping, the horse's shank, which had already lost its tip, began to lift up.
The father and son faced each other at such a fast pace, in a flash of lightning.
Standing on a high hill, Yuchi Gong, the top weapon master of the Tang Dynasty, exclaimed:
"This kid has been injured for so many years, but his skills have not improved."
"It seems that this boy is just like what my baby said. He stays behind closed doors, but quietly works out his muscles in the house."
Cheng Yaojin nodded in agreement. "This ability is not that great."
Before he finished speaking, he heard the sound of the stick hitting him. Niu Jinda roared wildly and rushed forward to grab the stick that Niu Weituo had hit his thigh with.
At the moment when the horses crossed the saddle, Niu Weituo, who was struggling to take back the pole, was knocked onto the horse's back with a direct hit on his shoulder.
The two poles fell to the ground, and the two horses galloped in opposite directions for more than ten steps before stopping.
Niu Weituo had a depressed look on his face and sat blankly on his horse, as if his whole person had lost all strength and vitality.
Niu Jinda exhaled, then slowly galloped forward.
Looking at Niu Weituo, who was burly and strong, with a physique no less than his own, he pursed his lips and said in a harsh voice.
"Back then, I let you because you were my son."
"Today, I won't let you because I am your father."
Niu Weituo raised his head, pursed his lips tightly, still so stubborn.
Niu Jinda took a deep look at Niu Weituo, took a deep breath, turned his head, and turned the horse's head.
"Go away. If you can't behave like a human being in three years, then come back to me."
"Father and mother, we are still waiting for you to provide for us until we die. Just don't die."
"Dad!" Niu Weituo's face was filled with shock and disbelief.
Niu Jinda's tall and majestic figure trembled slightly at this moment, and he roared with a trembling voice.
"If you yell again, get out of here and go home!"
Then, continue to ride your horse forward, heading eastward along the river that looks like a blue ribbon.
Niu Weituo had tears streaming down his face. He rolled off his saddle and ran a few steps. Finally, he knelt down on the ground covered with withered grass and kowtowed three times.
He gritted his teeth, his lips were broken and he didn't realize it, and he clenched his hands tightly into fists.
Dad, just wait, the kid will definitely be able to do well, and he will definitely provide for you and your mother until the end of your life.
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A group of young and old on the high hill looked at the scene in front of them, feeling extremely sad.
"Damn... why is the wind and sand so strong today? I almost lost my sight..."
Cheng Yaojin sniffed his red nose, pulled the horse's head, and drove towards Niu Jinda, who was riding eastward faster and faster.
"I'll go chase the old cow first..."
"Let's go, let's go together. You guys, after sending Niu Weituo away, hurry back."
Several elders didn't bother to pay attention to their children, since they couldn't throw them away anyway. Instead, they gave some instructions and asked them to send their nephew Wei Tuo properly.
A group of famous generals from the Tang Dynasty rode their horses and whipped their whips, trampled and rolled with heavy hooves, the sound of hoofs rumbled, and they were carried away by the cold wind...
Cheng Chubi also sniffed his red nose. The scene just now made people feel helpless and uncomfortable.
Finally, Niu Weituo returned to the high hill without saying a word, and his red eyes made people feel helpless.
Not far away, there was also a group of people seeing off their friends, having a banquet, and started chattering.
Looking at the group of people shaking their heads and reciting poems, no need to ask, they must be a group of literati bidding farewell to their friends.
And in the sky, a lone goose was flapping its wings and flying away, chirping from time to time, as if it was looking for its missing companion.
The snow is still falling. This kind of scenery may be the most suitable for bidding farewell to friends, but it is even more sad and desolate...
"Brothers, Lao Niu thanks you all for seeing me off today. Lao Niu doesn't ask for anything else. I just hope that after Lao Niu leaves."
"If you brothers, if you have free time, come to my house for a walk... If you are a good person, why not..."
"That's enough!" Cheng Chubi's mood exploded on the spot.
He strode to Niu Weituo, and with a strong force, he lifted up Brother Niu, who was not inferior to him in physique.
"If you don't have confidence in yourself, why go to the northwest?
Go home directly, listen to your father's words, and provide for them until they die."
"It's better than going to the northwest to die in such a depressed mood like you."
"Brother, I will make a prosthetic limb for you, so that you can have the opportunity to fulfill your lifelong dream, instead of letting you look like this here."
Seeing that Cheng Laosan was furious, he grabbed Niu Weituo by the collar and scolded him with spittle.
Li Siwen felt a little unbearable and was about to step forward to persuade him, but Yuchi Baolin stopped her with her hand and shook her head slightly at him.
"Don't go, you should let Cheng Laosan scold him. If this old cow can't cheer up and goes to the battlefield, he will be looking for death."
Li Ke also nodded slightly in agreement. Although he had never been on the battlefield, he felt that Brother Niu's mentality was wrong.
"Let me go." Niu Weituo's eyes were a little dodgeful. At this moment, he was in a state of confusion and was unwilling to stay, but he was hesitant to leave.
His father's bleak back and his mother's eyes red from crying kept replaying in his mind.
"In a word, if you stay now, it's still too late to regret." Cheng Chubi moved his hand away angrily, breathing heavily and saying angrily.
"No, I can't, and I don't want to go back now."
"Then cheer me up. You went to the northwest frontier to fulfill your lifelong dream, to ride on the battlefield and make achievements."
"I didn't want you to look so depressed and run to the northwest to die in despair."
"Stop talking..." Niu Weituo lowered his head and murmured for a long time, only saying three words dryly.
"Do you want to become famous and then go home? OK, I will let you become famous right now."
Cheng Chubi laughed and laughed. He once again grabbed Niu Weituo's lapel and shouted loudly.
"Listen, the yellow clouds are thousands of miles away and the sun is shining brightly. The north wind is blowing the wild geese and the snow is falling. Don’t worry about the road ahead because you don’t know who you are. No one in the world knows you."
"Have you all heard? The name of this poem is "Send Brother Niu Wei Tuo West to Chang'an"."
"Believe me, within a month, everyone in Chang'an will know this poem.
Your name, Niu Weituo, will be immortalized together with this poem."
"Although you have not achieved success, you have achieved fame. I have realized your dream for you. Go home quickly.
If you, Niu Weituo, go to the northwest to die for fame again, it is none of my business, old Cheng Niao."