In the late autumn of October, all the flowers are gone.
All the purples and reds have withered away, leaving only a blue sky, yellow leaves on the ground, and a line of geese flying south and north.
At the bottom of the southern slope, there is a large ginkgo forest, with clusters of fan-like ginkgo leaves that are golden and brilliant. Facing the afternoon sun, they seem to be burning with flames and are as brilliant as a torch.
It's just that the autumn wind blows by, sweeping away the gold like rain, leaving only desolate branches.
In the ginkgo forest, a tall man strides forward through the fallen leaves.
This big man was about thirty years old, eight feet tall, with a turban on his head and coarse clothing. He was carrying a heavy bag and his face was dusty. He seemed to have traveled a long way.
As he walked, he looked down at an old piece of paper in his hand and muttered: "Ginkgo forest, Ginkgo forest, this is the right place."
"There is a river ahead..." He listened in confusion, "Where is the river? There is no sound of water."
After walking for a while, the leaves gradually became sparse, the golden color disappeared in front of my eyes, my field of vision suddenly opened, and a line appeared in front of me——
ravine.
The ground suddenly collapsed, revealing a deep trench about ten feet wide. The bottom of the trench was very dark due to lack of sunlight, and pitted water could be vaguely seen.
"Could it be that... this used to be a river? Has it dried up like this?"
The big man was shocked. He hadn't heard that there was a severe drought in Heyang County?
Turning around suddenly, I saw all the yellow ginkgo leaves flying and graceful, but how could I be so far away from the red ground?
Furthermore...
He looked down at the map. Didn't it say there was a bridge here?
Where is the bridge?
I looked around and saw a donkey cart instead of a bridge.
There was a donkey cart parked a hundred steps away, which was the cart used by ordinary people to pull goods. There was one person sitting on the cart and another person standing on the ground.
The big man didn't have time to think about it and walked over.
As he approached, the people in the car also saw him. The people sitting stood up.
It was a boy of twelve or thirteen years old. He was well-born and had handsome features. As the book said, he had a good appearance in the painting, but his face was pale, with a hint of blue in the white, just like a cool-toned cold-blooded boy.
Shi looked weak and weak. He was wearing a thick cotton coat, which was full of cotton and bulging like a bun.
The big man saw that he was not only well-born, but also had a bookish air, like a young scholar studying. He should not be rash, so he straightened his clothes and cleared his throat.
Standing next to him was a simple-looking young man of seventeen or eighteen years old. Before he could speak, he caught up with him, bowed deeply and said, "It turns out he is a knight-errant. I'm well, knight-errant!"
The big man waved his hand and said: "Yang is not a knight, nor does he pretend to be that kind of person." As he spoke, he patted his belt.
On the belt hangs a bright waistband, with a silver background and two large black characters on it.
"righteous!"
The two young men opposite were in awe at the same time and said in unison: "It turns out he is a righteous hero!"
The big man laughed loudly and said: "I don't dare to take it, I don't dare to take it."
The young man said: "Since he is a righteous man, he is naturally a great hero who slays demons, protects the people, and protects the common people. Who is not a great hero? I don't dare to take it too seriously. Please accept my respects from the students."
He said, cupping his hands as a gift.
The big man saw that he was respectful and his words were sincere, and he couldn't help but feel more useful, and said: "Young scholar is too polite. I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed. There are many masters in the world who are stronger than me, but I don't have the opportunity to slay the evil beasts and make great achievements."
.I am lucky enough to get this opportunity. However, I have only owned this brand for a few days, and I even had to visit the Heyang Hero’s house to be worthy of the name.”
The young man said: "It turns out that the righteous soldiers also went to Xue Mansion..."
The big man said in surprise: "What, you're going too?"
He felt a shiver in his heart and thought to himself: Wait a minute, besides redeeming the Jiuzhou Loyalty List, what else can you do if you go to the Heyang Hero Mansion? Could it be that he is also a member of the Jianghu?
He took another look at the young man and saw that he was thin, with slender bones and no traces of martial arts training on his hands and feet joints. He definitely didn't look like a martial artist.
Could it be that……
Is this a real person without showing his face?
Yes!
According to old legend, the most unprovoked people in the world are those who appear to be harmless.
The elderly, children, disabled people, scholars...
Isn't it terrible that this little scholar has two things in one person?
Thinking of this, sweat gradually broke out on his forehead.
Yang Dong, Yang Dong, you judge people by their appearance!
Regardless of how thin you are, he might pull out a sword from the donkey cart and chop off your head at the next moment.
After all, you know how good your martial arts are!
I killed two ferocious beasts, drank their blood, and after a few years of increasing my skill, do I think I am very powerful?
You were too ostentatious along the way, hanging a righteous medal worth thousands of gold on your waist. Didn't this invite strongmen to rob you?
Could it be that I didn’t have time to check in, I didn’t even see Xuan Gong, and I didn’t know which way the devil’s cave opened, so I was about to die on the way?
Just when his mind was spinning, regretful and anxious, he heard the young man opposite say:
"Yes, the student is here to visit his relatives."
…
"Wha...what? Seeking relatives?"
Yang Dong reacted, "Are you a relative of Daxia Xue?"
The young man looked at Yang Dong, who looked like a chameleon, strangely, and said: "I don't dare to call you a relative. My parents are old friends of Xue Daxia, so the students have the audacity to visit."
Yang Dong breathed a sigh of relief again, and then asked: "Your elder has a relationship with the hero Heyang. He must be a master. Is he the senior hero?"
The young man was confused and asked for more details, but he politely said: "My elders don't practice martial arts, but they are the ones who taught me how to read and write."
"So, you don't know martial arts anymore?"
"Ashamed, students are useless."
"Ouch."
Yang Dong patted his beard with his hand, was silent for a moment, and said: "My relatives and friends are all the same, very good. I think you look like a friend of a hero."
After calming down, Yang Dong looked at the young man again. The words "weak and weak" were written all over his straight and clear facial features. How did he look like a hidden master?
He considers the left and the right:
"To cross the river, there must be a bridge. Where is the bridge?"
The young man said: "The bridge is here." He pointed.
He was referring to the half-cut wooden pile beside the ditch.
The wooden pile was old and broken, but the top was very smooth, as if it had just been shaved with a sharp blade.
Yang Dong was stunned, looking left and right at the wooden pile, and said: "Is this... an old bridge pier? Where is the bridge? Has it been demolished?"
The young man sighed and said: "The students and Brother Sui came here and saw only the bridge piers. Now they are at a loss."
Yang Dong felt depressed, looked at the map again, and said: "The nearest bridge is ten miles downstream..."
When he raised his head, he saw that the young man was about to speak but stopped. His heart moved and he blurted out: "It's broken too?"
The young man nodded: "We just came from there."
Yang Dong said in frustration: "What should we do? If we want to go to Xue Mansion, we have to cross this river. There is no other way. Scholar, what do you think we should do?" He saw that the young man didn't seem to be in a hurry, maybe he was young.
Children don’t know how to be sad, but maybe they are scholars and have clever ideas?
The young man said: "What's so difficult about this? This is just a ditch ten feet wide..."
"Yep."
"For a master like you, can't you just jump over it?"
"..."
Yang Dong stared at him fiercely, thinking: Is this little sour boy trying to amuse me? Ten feet? Is he bullying me for not being able to fly?
But then, he saw the young man's sincere and admiring expression, full of confidence that only existed at that age.
It was very similar to his excited expression when he heard that he could learn martial arts ten years ago.
Only then did he really feel relieved——
This little kid is not only extremely weak, but also a stick. He doesn't know anything about martial arts.
As long as he has a little common sense, he will know that a person who can leap four or five feet, let alone ten feet, can be regarded as a strong player in the world. Even those "chivalrous people" who have achieved both internal and external skills, not everyone can
Can leap so far.
Yang Dong is just a "righteous man", not a "chivalrous knight".
But the young man next to him was full of expectations, and Yang Dong was stunned and couldn't say "I can't do it." After ten years of studying martial arts, how had he ever enjoyed the sincere admiration of his juniors?
After thinking for a while, he shook off the bag and pulled out a knife.
The young man was startled, but the face of the young man driving the carriage changed drastically. He hurried up a few steps to apologize and said with a smile: "Master, please calm down..."
Yang Dong made a swipe sound and pulled out the sword from its sheath, revealing the blade made of fine steel. The sword's light faced the sun, and the light was dazzling and white.
The young man squinted his eyes and couldn't help but stare at the blade. The young man's face became even more earthy.
Yang Dong raised the blade and said: "What kind of skill is jumping into a ditch? Look at Yang."
We went straight to the ginkgo forest, squatted down on the horse, and concentrated on luck. Our body was as motionless as a stone on Mount Tai, and our energy soared into the sky like a prairie fire!
The young man opened his mouth——
A loud shout sounded like a golden bell!
The lingering sound has not stopped, and the fallen leaves are like rain.
The tree, which was more than ten feet high, slowly toppled over and crashed to the ground, splashing gold all over the ground.
Yang Dong swung the knife with all his strength. He took two deep breaths on the spot, suppressed the numbness in his arm, and glanced at the young man from the corner of his eye.
The young man stood there dumbfounded.
Yang Dong felt proud. The sword strike just now was actually the best strike he had made in ten years of martial arts training. His energy, energy, and spirit were all at their peak. Another strike by him would not be so smooth. There were many regrets in his heart: It's a pity that this
After all, the young man didn’t understand martial arts. He only saw the rainbow-like momentum of my slash that cut off a tree, but he didn’t recognize how exquisite my “Moyun Golden Wing Sword” was, let alone how perfect my “Riding the Wind Thousand Miles” move just now was.
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The young man was feeling confused. Just before Yang Dong swung his sword, he wanted to say that the tree in front of him had brilliant yellow leaves and was a spectacle. Can he let it go and replace it with another tree? But Yang Dong used the sword too quickly and did not wait.
He said it was over.
At this time, Yang Dong had already sheathed the sword and returned it gracefully.
The young man hesitated for a moment, then cheered up and said, "Thank you to the martyrs for repairing the bridge, which will benefit the whole country."
Yang Dong waved his hand and said: "It's a small thing. As a righteous man, of course you have to do something loyal and righteous. It's your duty to repair bridges and roads."
The young man applauded and said, "Okay!"
The young man couldn't help but smile bitterly when he saw one of the two men showing off his holiness with all his strength, and the other admiring him wholeheartedly. If he hadn't been familiar with the young man's sincere and frank temperament, he would have thought that the two of them were selling melons to the queen. Seeing that the two of them were so inexplicably in sync with each other, he couldn't help but get involved.
Go in and talk, silently stroking the donkey.
The young man turned around and said, "Brother Feng, with this big tree as a bridge, we can go across the river to visit Master Xue."
The young man sighed and said, "Well, it's not easy just to drive the donkey cart onto the single-plank bridge."
What he said is true. The ginkgo tree is thick and strong. It is more than enough for people to walk on as a wooden bridge, but it is not enough for donkeys and carts. What's more, it is not easy to drive a donkey to the bridge. If an animal stumbles on the bridge, it will be dangerous for both the cart and the people.
Already.
The young man also frowned and said, "What about this...can you unload the donkey, put it on the cart and push it over?"
The young man said: "How dare you think..."
At this time, Yang Dong said: "What's the difficulty in crossing the bridge? Come here, boy, and help me build the bridge. I guarantee you can cross the river."
The young man said hurriedly: "If you have any orders, just send the villains, but I don't dare to work for you..."
Yang Dong said impatiently: "Since I'm a fellow traveler and I like you, how about I help you? I think you have a cocoon in your mouth. Although you don't seem to have a real teacher, you have practiced some kung fu and you are half a martial artist. Why are you not as good as others?"
Scholar, are you happy? Come and help me move the wood."
The two people put the tree on the ditch, and Yang Dong stepped on it to make sure it was stable. Then he directed the two people to unload the car.
Rolling up his sleeves, Yang Dong took a deep breath, stretched out his hand, and firmly grasped the donkey's legs.
The skinny black donkey's hair stood up and it screamed "arrogantly", but it was like being clamped by an iron hoop, and it couldn't even kick its legs.
Yang Dong exerted force on his arms, the muscles in his arms swelled, and with a loud shout, he lifted the six to seven hundred kilogram animal above his head!
The boy's eyes widened and he said "Wow"!
Not only did he praise Yang Dong just now, but it was more about building the bridge and it was a righteous deed. As for Yang Dong cutting down the tree with a knife, anyway, the young man's limbs were not diligent and he couldn't distinguish between grains. He couldn't tell the difference between using a knife or an ax to chop down a tree.
No difference. Instead, Yang Dong grabbed the donkey with both hands. Such a simple and straightforward display of power dazzled him.
Yang Dong turned around gracefully in his admiration and stepped onto the single-plank bridge step by step.
It was okay to walk up at first, but after walking a few steps to the suspended area, the ginkgo tree trunk began to sway a little, and nearly a thousand kilograms of things were suddenly placed on it, making the wooden bridge overwhelmed.
The young man was worried, and Yang Dong was also a little nervous. Fortunately, the wooden bridge was not long, so he could cross it in just a few steps.
Kick your feet and step forward——
Whoosh——
Yang Dong felt a chill in his ears. An arrow flew past his ear and landed a few feet behind him.
The dangerous bridge is narrow and does not allow him to turn back, but he does not have to turn back.
When he raised his head, he clearly saw the cold light of bows and arrows in the trees on the other side!