Cheng Yu recalled the comb and pondered in silence, while Qin Hongyu opposite was talking to herself about some customs and customs in the Northern Desert.
The heroine seemed to be recalling the high-spirited days of the past. Sometimes she was impassioned, and sometimes she was melancholy. The more the two of them chatted, the more they became more and more congenial.
Cheng Yu deduced from Qin Hongyu's description that these so-called northern desert barbarians seemed to be similar to the ancient Xiongnu in the previous life in his memory. The ordinary ethnic group lived in no fixed place and lived by water and grass. Every household, regardless of gender, old or young, was good at riding and shooting. p>
The leader of the whole tribe of the Barbarians also calls him the Great Chanyu. The royal court of the Chanyu, who lives deep in the northern desert, stands side by side with the so-called witch court of the Witch Queen.
Thinking about the frequent natural disasters in the Northern Desert, the barbarians themselves could not survive, so they had to frequently go south to attack Kyushu. During this period, they even took advantage of the decline of the Daqi Dynasty to invade the hinterland of Kyushu.
Qin Hongyu and other rebels then raised their troops to drive away the Tartars, and after driving away the barbarians, their troops pointed directly at the hinterland of the Northern Desert.
After entering the Northern Desert, the troops were divided into two groups, one group attacked Shanyu Wangting in the east, and the other group was led by Qin Hongyu, who personally led the elite cavalry to bypass the Wangting and head west, deep into the hinterland of the Northern Desert to surprise the Witching Court.
Relying on the elite cavalry, they fought all the way to the witch court without encountering a suspected witch and almost wiped out the whole army. Then the white-clothed immortal arrived in time to distract the witch.
The two chatted for a while, and then Cheng Yu picked up the Wu Jun Sword and stood up to say goodbye.
Qin Hongyu glanced at the sword in Cheng Yu's hand, thought for a moment and then said:
"Sir, something has happened here. Where do you want to go?"
"Entrusted by an old father-in-law, I went to the capital."
Speaking of the capital, Cheng Yu suddenly remembered something again and asked:
"Cheng has never been to the capital of Daliang. If we follow the analogy between the county and the Wenwu Temple in the prefecture, I guess the one in the capital should be the Wenwu Temple in the capital?"
"Yes, the capital city is home to the Martial Arts Temple and the Confucian Temple."
"Hmm, I wonder what's the taboo?"
Cheng Yu remembered that he had met the military judge from Qingyang County next door after crossing Longxiang River before, and he also interrogated him, so he wanted to inquire first to avoid another trouble for no reason.
"It seems that Sir is indeed from outside the region. I think the territory of the Liang Dynasty was basically inherited from Dazhao and Daqi. There are nine states in the region. The three northern states are Qingzhou, Suzhou and Bingzhou. The first two are directly bordering the Northern Desert. The three prefectures in the central part are Yongzhou, Qianyuan Prefecture and Daizhou. The latter two have been the granaries of Kyushu since ancient times. They are rich in products and are battlegrounds for military strategists.
The three southern states are Bazhou, Daliang Prefecture and Nanyue Prefecture. Among them, Bazhou is close to the mountains in the west, while the latter two states are backed by the sea."
Listening to Qin Hongyu's talk, although what she said seemed to have nothing to do with what Cheng Yu asked, Cheng Yu did not interrupt and just listened quietly.
Speaking of which, he and Jia Fei had studied the map of the Liang Dynasty by the Longxiang River before, but the map was too simple. It only briefly drew a few of the largest rivers in the territory, and even the rivers that stretched for hundreds of miles.
Qingluo Mountain is just a simple outline with a few strokes on the picture.
As for the specific states and county boundaries within the territory, there is no one, and Jia Fei, a cat demon who has just transformed, has no interest in studying the map.
At this time, Qin Hongyu took the initiative to talk about the distribution of Kyushu, and Cheng Yu was naturally happy to listen.
"Sir, don't you wonder why I didn't talk about the capital's military affairs and the Confucian Temple, but instead talked about Kyushu."
Cheng Yu smiled when he heard this, then bowed his hands and asked:
"It must be Lord Wu's own intention. Cheng can just rest assured and hear the details."
Qin Hongyu smiled slightly when she heard this, nodded and continued:
"The capital city of Daliang Dynasty is located in the hinterland, not far from the junction of Liangzhou, Daizhou and Qianyuanzhou. It is also surrounded by the dragon. The two rivers of Daliang meet at the intersection. It can be said to be a God-given place on the thoroughfare of Jiuzhou. Therefore,
This place has gone through three dynasties for more than a thousand years, and has always been the capital of the world. The Duwu Temple and Duwen Temple in this city are even more massive, with rows of palaces, but there are no tablets or golden statues of Lords Duwu and Wen in the main hall." "Oh? Then why?"
Hearing this finally piqued Cheng Yu's interest.
"In the Nadu Martial Temple, there are nine main halls located on the central axis, each corresponding to the Kyushu. Each hall houses a Martial Lord of a state. There is no formal distinction between the nine halls. They are all of the same level, and each year is hosted by a Martial Lord from the Kyushu.
Take turns to take charge of the Dowu Temple in the capital.
Mr. Fangcai asked what the taboos were about the Wenwu Temple in the capital. This year happened to be the time when Lord Wu of Suzhou Prefecture in the north was in the capital. Suzhou is close to the barbarians and the people have been fierce since ancient times. Lord Wu of Suzhou Prefecture was a butcher in the previous dynasty during his lifetime."<
/p>
"Oh? A butcher actually became the Lord of Ippucheng?"
Qin Hongyu nodded and smiled:
"This incident also caused a sensation at that time. Just because a local nobleman allowed a vicious dog to bite a young child, he chopped off the dog's head with a butcher's knife and saved an orphan and a widowed mother. He didn't want the government to rebel against the nobleman's power.
He was arrested, and then they provoked a civil uprising and snatched him out of the South Prison. So they just gathered together and started a rebellion. He was just regarded as a powerful king by the people of Suzhou and sat side by side with us.
."
That’s right.
Cheng Yu nodded and suddenly remembered an ancient saying:
"How many dogs are slaughtered in a righteous manner."
"Mr. Wuxiang is not only outstanding in cultivation, but also in literary talent. Hongyu admires him!"
Qin Hongyu cupped her fists and saluted, looking at Cheng Yu as if she suddenly remembered something:
"Sir, you have saved the people of the city from the disaster of Hanging Lake with one action. You should enjoy the incense of all people in return. If you don't give up, you can set up a golden statue in my martial arts temple. Don't worry, sir, you will not
I have submitted my position in the side hall to you, sir, and should stand in the main hall, even if it means standing side by side with my golden body."
Hmm?
Cheng Yu was a little surprised when he heard this. This world is indeed keen on golden bodies and incense, but he has always been uncomfortable with the Lisheng Temple. Previously, Qingluo Village built a Quegong Temple on his whim.
Then, by accident, it was changed to the Queniang Temple, and he felt a little relieved.
If a golden statue were to be erected in this bustling state capital at this time, and still stand side by side with Lord Wu in the main hall...
Forget it.
Cheng Yu smiled apologetically and bowed his hands:
"Master Wu is so flattering. Cheng is used to it. This golden body can't do it."
Qin Hongyu took it for granted that Cheng Yu was being humble, but she didn't expect that after Cheng Yu finished speaking, he picked up the sword in his hand and handed it over to leave.
Qin Hongyu raised her hand to retain the other party, so she put her hand on Cheng Yu's sword, but then she remembered something and asked:
"Sir, now that you have to say goodbye, what should you do with this sword?"
"It was returned to the descendant of Zhuang Dakuan."
Qin Hongyu's heart moved inexplicably, and she turned around and picked up the ordinary dull sword in her hand, offering it with both hands:
"A gentleman loves swords, and a man like Mr. cannot live without a sword by his side. I have carried this red jade sword with me for many years, but I have a soul-binding rope and a soul-beating whip in the Lord Wu's Palace. This sword is of no use anymore, so why not give it to me as a gift?"
Sir, I would like to express my admiration and admiration for Hongyu."
Oh?
Cheng Yu glanced at the dark sword in the opponent's hand. It was also a samurai sword. It was only slightly shorter than Zhuang Dakuan's heavy sword, but the length of the sword was extremely slender.
It’s just that the surface is dark and mottled, full of vicissitudes of time.
"This sword is the sword that Lord Wu carries with him. How can Cheng be loved by others?"
Seeing Cheng Yu's refusal, Qin Hongyu's eagerness was beyond words and she immediately said:
"Then sir, you can also leave something personal and exchange it with me."
After saying this, he was afraid that Cheng Yu would refuse again, so he took his wrist and handed the sword directly to Cheng Yu's hand.
"Buzz!"
As soon as the sword entered Cheng Yu's hand, the entire sword body shook violently. Cheng Yu only felt his right hand holding the sword go numb, and a bright light suddenly bloomed from the tip of the sword.
Then the light became brighter and brighter, and the sword cracked inch by inch starting from the tip.
After a few breaths, the original layer of darkness on the sword fell off like a shed skin, floating and evaporating in the air, revealing the clear silver sword body inside.
Then two small ancient characters were carved out of thin air on the sword grid. The engraved handwriting was shining brightly. Cheng Yu looked intently and saw the word "Don't scream".
He was puzzled, and took a closer look, and saw that it was indeed the word "no bark".
At this moment, Qin Hongyu was still in the palace. This sword had been with her for more than 800 years. She got it from a prominent family member while robbing the rich and helping the poor when she was young. The elders in the family only said that it was a top sword.
There is a sword in the ancient town house, but it has always looked gray and gray.
Qin Hongyu thought that it was quite easy to hold and swing, and that it was indeed decisive and never failed, so she kept it with her.
I didn't expect it to be held in the hands of this white-shirted gentleman, and his appearance would change dramatically as if it had come alive.
Cheng Yu held the sword in his hand at this moment, moved away from Qin Hongyu, and casually pulled out a sword flower towards a deserted place.
"Woo..."
"Bang!"
A sword intent emerged from the tip of the sword, cutting a long table about a foot away in front of him in half.
What a sword!
He tried to separate a stream of breath, along the wrist, from the sword handle, the sword grid, and poured it all the way to the sword body.
Suddenly, the sword jumped for joy like a rain after a long drought. It gently left Cheng Yu's hand and hung in the air, its whole body trembling and humming.
Cheng Yu felt something in his heart when he saw it, could it be...