One hundred and forty-one encounters on a narrow road, the brave wins
There is a piece of wasteland more than ten miles south of Huating County. If it weren't for the fact that it could only grow long grass and dwarf trees that can tolerate salt and alkali, how could the land of Jiangzhou, where land is as valuable as gold, be left to be so barren?
This land, where no crops can grow or gold can be dug, is rarely visited, and it is far from the main road. Even people who are relieving themselves think that the vegetation here is not dense enough to cover their bodies, and children from nearby villages and towns are also disdainful.
In this salt-alkali land where there is nothing interesting to do.
People in nearby villages and towns don't know when a shed appeared in this wasteland, just as they don't know that there is always a man blacksmithing in the shed. Even if there is a continuous smoke curling up from time to time, they just assume that some gangster has caught him.
A bird is barbecuing here.
Although the three walls made of scattered bricks and stones are not crude, they are unusually strong. The roof is an ordinary thatched roof with a wooden frame, a wooden bed, a tank of water, coal and iron, and a fire.
Positive.
There are dozens of small earth bags in front of the shed. Some of them are still fresh soil and have not yet dried. Each small earth bag has half a knife handle on it. Some of them look very old, with cloth wrapped around their hands.
The wooden knife handle had long since disappeared and the wooden handle had been eaten away to pieces.
These are all broken knives, and they are also dead knives.
They were all made by him. The shirtless Qi Bi had more than a dozen old and new sword wounds all over his body. Among them, there was a fresh pink sword wound on his chest that was not shallow two months ago.
It was left behind when he confronted the enemy with a man in black who sneaked into the martial arts hall. The man was in a similar realm to him and had exquisite moves, but he was not as ruthless as he should be when facing an enemy. He sacrificed his life for his injuries.
He hit his chest and split his head with a sword. The only people in the martial arts school who knew about this were him and his master.
He was an authentic disciple of Songfeng Mountain, or perhaps an inner disciple. Fighting was common, but he carried poison with enough weight to knock out everyone in the county.
After he searched the headless corpse, he worriedly told his master that he was lucky that he still had the habit of going to the martial arts hall every night to look at each room. Otherwise, if this person sneaked in and poisoned the drinking water, the martial arts hall would be destroyed.
Otherwise, you will destroy yourself.
The martial arts school is his home. If someone wants to destroy his home, he will kill that person.
But what if he is not that person’s opponent?
Master told him an allusion.
Hundreds of years ago, Dayao was still a small country. In this world, there were still more than ten countries, large and small, standing side by side. Today you come to fight me, and tomorrow I will fight back, just like eating and drinking. One of these ten countries was defeated.
A neighboring powerful country was attacking, and the king of another country who was friendly with this country summoned a minister to ask if he should go to rescue him. He was dissuaded because the road was long and narrow.
Destroy the country.
The king summoned another minister to ask, and the minister's answer was recorded in history:
The road is long, dangerous and narrow, just like two rats fighting in a hole, the brave one will win.
Even if you know that you are invincible, even if you are facing the number one warrior in Jiangzhou, Dayao, and the world, you have no choice but to draw your sword.
Master, what you said is so learned that you are no different from those scholars.
The level of martial arts is not as high as that of his master, but his flattering skills are better than those of his master.
Qi Bi does not regret what he did today, but he regrets not being able to really leave some mark on those garbage people. If those people's families were not from Yuyin County, they were still officials, even if they were not aristocratic families. It would have been hurt.
People are afraid that Master will have a headache...
The sound of rustling grass, which is inaudible in ordinary people's ears, to a martial artist of Qi's level is just like ordinary people talking in their ears. Before he could think about it, Qi Yu reached out and grabbed the handle of the knife beside him.
Your knife should never be out of reach. It seems that the master is still the master, Qi Fei holds it
He stopped the knife and said slowly:
"Friends, please tread lightly. When you come in, you will be swept away by police, and bitten by movies!" What he said was a common slang in the world of black and white. The implication was nothing more than telling the unknown person outside that he already knew his whereabouts. If he was forced to do so,
Come in, don't blame him for fighting with swords.
Qi Fe closed his eyes. There were always tiny gaps in the walls made of scattered bricks and stones. He listened carefully.
The wind blows in the grass, the sound of birds high up, the chirping of insects low down, the waves in the distance, and the thing behind the wall nearby...
Breathing!
He kicked the wall, then broke through it and brandished his knife.
"Cough cough, cough cough cough." Zhou Gandang patted the dust on the white coarse clothes he was wearing and said with a wry smile, "I just sneaked here to see where you made the knife. I didn't expect you to be so vigilant...
"
"It was my disciple who was reckless and bumped into the master. I asked the master to punish me." Qi Feng said while half-kneeling.
"Obviously it's me, the master, who came to your secret place without saying hello, but now it's your disciple's fault." Zhou Gandang put his hand on his forehead, "Qi Fei, Qi Fei, it's really weird."
Qi Fan smelled the strong smell of alcohol in front of him and looked up to see Zhou Gandang's face was red. He quickly got up and helped him sit down in a clear space in the messy shed. He brought a bowl of water to him and asked curiously: "
Master, are you going out to drink?"
"I came to take a look at your place. Although I heard you talk about it, I have never been here. I wanted to have a bowl of wine on the way." Qi Fe smiled and said, "By the way, I found a mistress for you."
Zhou Gandang drank the bowl of water in one gulp, raised his hand and patted Qi Bi's shoulder beside him, and said, "Do you know how old your junior brother Wei Changpan from Qishan County was before we got engaged?"
"I heard that it was with the daughter of the owner of Yanyu Tower, who is fourteen or fifteen years old." Qi Bi took the empty bowl from Zhou Gandang and put it aside and said.
Zhou Gandang let out a wine burp, rubbed his stomach and said again: "I remember what day it is next month, and you will be thirty."
"The ninth day of the lunar month." Qi Bi grinned. His parents had died early. He was still young at that time. He could not remember his birth date. He only vaguely remembered his age. The so-called ninth day of the lunar month was actually the day when he became a disciple.
"Is there a girl you like in Huating?" Zhou Gandang shook his head to dissipate the smell of alcohol and asked Qi Bi, "You are also a eldest person. Logically speaking, the elders in the family should have arranged a marriage for you long ago, but Master
Over the years, I have asked people from all over the world to help me find it for you, but there has been no sound. Seeing that it has been delayed until today, there is nothing I can do. Master has made the decision for you."
"How's it going?" Zhou Gandang looked at Qi Ru who had no expression and pretended to be angry, "Is it possible that Master is not good at it?"
Qi Bi's lips trembled slightly and he said in a trembling voice: "Master..."
"You have been with me for so many years, don't you even know the master's intentions? They are just things that you want to do but are inconvenient to do." Zhou Gandang put on an expression of regret for his misfortune and anger, "You
You guys are too gentle! What's the big deal if you break a few of our own swords in the martial arts school? Why don't you just use them as a training post for the disciples in the martial arts school and take turns to beat them up?"
"Qi Bi is so virtuous and capable that he can receive such great love from his master."
"This is nothing, I'm just helping you find a wife. At your age, it's time to start a family."
"If I don't get married, I can serve my master for a few more years."
"Don't talk nonsense. There is a girl who meets your eye in Huating County. Master will help you find a matchmaker."
"Master... Disciple, it would be great if he could find someone to live with."
"How can I be justified if I don't choose an oiran as my apprentice?"
"That
Master, the redemption money for Yihongyuan, the top store in the county, is not cheap. I heard it costs hundreds of taels of free money..."
"Oiran or something... Master, I'd better just meet the world someday before you get married. If you really want to get married, you still have to find a decent family."
"Master... there have been many shortfalls in money in the martial arts school. When I went to check, I thought it was because the accounting office had made a mistake. Unexpectedly, Master, you secretly took it out to drink wine..."
"Ahem, cough, cough." Zhou Gandang seemed to have a slightly red face, "Seriously, although Master is happy to see you beat up those useless people, those losers have to go back and wallow around with their families, and do nothing to the martial arts gym.
It’s not a good thing at all. It’s best for students in martial arts schools to go out alone these days. It’s best to go together in small groups.”
Originally, there was a clear distinction between Dayao's court and Jianghu. In the early days of Dayao's founding, there were still several Dayao's first-class Jianghu sects that maintained their own sect power. They were originally between the underworld and the white ways, and they used many dirty and dark methods. One of them
Jianghu sects located in border states and counties in the Western Region were secretly doing cross-border salt and iron business, which was banned by the Yao court. They were investigated by the newly appointed local governor. Seeing that the governor was not swayed by coercion and inducement, he actually
The whole family of the fifth-rank official appointed by the Emperor Yao was slaughtered to death!
The Jianghu sect was still complacent, thinking that the sky was high and the emperor was far away, so the Yao court would have nothing to do. He was just a fifth-grade county guard, and he would die if he died. If the Yao court sent troops to suppress it, the worst it could do was to pack up and leave.
What can the countries in the Western Regions do to me?
When the general of a state on the border of the Western Region learned about this, he was furious. Without waiting for the emperor to report to Yao's court, he led his subordinates with three thousand cavalry who had just pacified a country in the Western Region. They traveled five hundred miles at night and night to kill the Jianghu sect.
The more than ten fortresses occupied by that sect were all defenseless, and were slaughtered in turn by three thousand horsemen covered in yellow sand who came out of the desert. Their heads were chopped off until the swords in the hands of the horsemen were curled up.
After that, there was the siege of Songfeng Mountain at Yanyu Tower in Jiangzhou, which was done regardless of the face of Dayao's court. The latter was slightly better, and the sect survived, but the name of the former sect is not remembered by many people today.
These actions of the Yao court are reasonable in the eyes of most people in Jianghu. However, in recent years, there are no wild rivers at the junction of Qishan County, Qihu, Jiangzhou and Suzhou without the handiwork of Jiangzhou officials.
If a newly established martial arts sect within the country is not managed by the county magistrates, the officials will have countless means, whether it is exorbitant taxes or complicated bans, all of which can make a martial arts sect with a weak foundation fall into disrepair in a short time.
Falling apart.
The rivers, lakes and temples are originally two different worlds.
However, what the temple does is forcing them to do anything.
As a result, the rivers and lakes are lifeless, they are just bullshit and wooden horses. Apart from being the hawks and dogs of the court, how should the warriors in the rivers and lakes take care of themselves?