Two hundred and fourteenth the romance of that sword
In the middle of the night, in the newly renovated ancestral hall, the old man and Wei Changpan sat cross-legged on the futon, and the bright lights illuminated the memorial tablets of the past escorts of the Wuhe Escort Agency and their faces. The one-armed and one-legged old man held a date in his hand.
Wooden sticks were pressed against the ground, and the wind howled loudly outside the ancestral hall.
"Fifty men go and two men come back. I have heard about you." The old man was very dissatisfied with this, "If the generals leading the troops on the battlefield all led the troops like you, how many battles would it take?
Are there any troops available?"
"It is indeed a good idea to use a few people to lure away half of the fighting force in the nameless valley. You can lead people down to the valley to catch and fight with the barbarians. Although it is half a sneak attack, you can kill a thousand enemies and damage yourself by eight hundred. Can you call it clever?" the old man asked.
Dun held the jujube stick in his hand and shouted, "What's more, several people were killed by the barbarians on the way back!"
"I thought that boy Zhang Wu was looking for a once-in-a-lifetime talent, but I didn't expect him to be such a stupid boy."
At the end of the sentence, the old man was so angry that he broke the shiny jujube stick in his hand, which was a few years older than Wei Changpan, "I'm going here to train you, Wei Changpan. It's true, but the lives of your men and horses should be taken seriously."
How to preserve it is also part of your experience. Is this your experience? If I had known this, I should have made you a sweeper in this ancestral hall for the rest of your life."
I will be a sweeper for the rest of my life.
He lowered his head and listened to the old man's admonishment without defending himself. If he had known the terrain of the grassland on the way, those who fell into the ice cave would not have died; if his martial arts level were one level higher in the nameless valley, those who fell into the hole would not have died.
The Jinzhou ranger who fought desperately would not have died; if his route in Jinzhou had been more circuitous, no one would have died at the hands of the Hucha family's guards.
"But I said these words to make you so depressed?" The old man sneered, "In that case, you might as well spend the rest of your life with me in this ancestral hall..."
"No!" Wei Changpan raised his head suddenly, "I don't want to live like that!"
"Then why are you so downcast? Did those dead people break your courage?"
"Because those people have been through life and death together... brothers."
"The death of one person is a brother! The death of ten thousand people is also a brother! One general's achievements lead to the death of ten thousand people. If he behaves like this every time, how can he kill tens of thousands of people!" The old man's eyes widened with anger and his beard was arrogant, "On the battlefield, if you want to save fewer people from dying,
If your heart is not hardened, it will always be your obstacle! When more people die because of you, how will you deal with it!"
The old man was halfway up after speaking impassioned words, and then slumped back on the futon and murmured, "At this age, you are far better than me. Maybe he is strict with you..."
With the dim light in the room, Wei Changpan could barely see clearly the deathly grayness on the old man's face. This was by no means a look that a person full of vitality should have.
Unable to wait for the old man to hide, Wei Changpan put his hand on the meridians of his wrist. With his knowledge of a three-legged cat in medical skills, he understood the old man's pulse... he shouldn't be a living person.
"Your body..."
"Twenty years ago, the man surnamed Ni said that I had to take it one day at a time. After twenty years of hard work and staying in this ancestral hall for twenty years, it's almost time."
After the old man finished speaking, it was as if a very heavy burden had been lifted off him. His arm gently shook off Wei Changpan's hand that was holding his pulse, and he slept on his back on the ground with his pillow under the back of his head. "A martial artist spends his whole life training his body and toiling his muscles and bones.
Until that is born
When the Koufufu comes, his martial arts level rises step by step, and in the end he becomes invincible in a county, a state, or even a country, so what?"
It’s not like black hair will eventually turn into bones between graves.
"I think back in those days, there was one martial artist in Jinzhou who could be ranked among the top ten even if we looked at the entire territory of Dayao. How many people in Jinzhou can match his record of annihilating a deadly enemy and a whole family of first-rate Jianghu sects by himself? Even Jinzhou can match it today.
If the governor wants to see him, he has to see how this outstanding warrior of our generation is feeling on that day."
"He is such a person whose ability and ambition are as high as the sky. One day, he announced to the world that he was going to do a big thing so that the imperial court would no longer interfere in Jianghu affairs. You must know that no matter it was then or now, even if it is openly
The life-and-death duels among martial artists in the book are all reported to the local government after signing a life-and-death certificate. Otherwise, once reported, all martial arts warriors will be severely convicted of fighting privately with weapons and be forced to move three hundred miles away."
"Those days were undoubtedly a very dark time for those who practiced martial arts in Dayao. At that time, as long as a martial artist carrying a weapon was caught by an official while walking in the streets of a big city such as Bingyuan City, he would be taken to the Yamen.
Go and check out the personal office. If you can’t find it, you’ll probably end up in jail in the yamen.”
"However, a person as outstanding as the number one martial artist in Jinzhou will be treated as a guest wherever he goes. Naturally, he will not stop a government servant who takes more than two taels of silver a month to check the certificate. But that person
He often walks in the streets, and naturally the Emperor Yao's court's criticisms of martial artists are clearly seen by him."
The old man squinted his eyes and remembered that period of time that was extremely gloomy for warriors like them. Perhaps the new monarch was assassinated by Yao warriors shortly after he came to the throne. After his life was hanging by a thread, the emperor became angry and stood there.
The group of top martial artists on the top of the 12th floor of martial arts did not have much influence, but they only suffered from those martial artists who were really hanging out in the martial arts world.
"The words to stop the imperial court from interfering in affairs of the world reached that person's ears, and that person said something that is still regarded as a guideline by the current emperor."
There is nowhere in the world that is not the king's land, and there is no one on the shores of the land who is not the king's minister.
"In terms of his own combat power, the number one warrior in Jinzhou and one of the top ten warriors in Dayao is already a master on the top of the mountain. Why should he risk the disapproval of the world and openly contradict the imperial court and even the emperor's policy of emphasizing civility and restraining military force?
Is the strategy going in the opposite direction? It’s just because there is injustice in one’s heart, and one should cry out if there is injustice in one’s heart!”
Saying so many words in one breath seemed to take a lot of mental and physical energy from the old man. When he coughed, his chest rose and fell violently, making a sound as loud as a broken bellows.
The old man stopped Wei Changpan's movement to help him stand up with his gesture. He had been holding this story in his heart for a long time. The news that the Yao court deliberately blocked back then was still known to very few old people today. He didn't want to bring this story to the world.
Go into the coffin.
After all, someone like that should always be remembered!
"The martial artist is not a scholar. He can write colorful articles to coax the martial artist to willingly give up questioning the martial artist. In the eyes of people like us, it takes a lot of effort to talk about the truth, but how can it be as effective as speaking directly with fists and swords?"
The old man's cough subsided a little, and then his face gradually became radiant as he recalled that unparalleled scene: "Then the man in green shirt and sword entered the imperial city alone. Three thousand soldiers cannot be counted."
At that time, he was just a Jinzhou knight-errant who traveled to Dayao's capital. The imperial court's criticism of martial arts warriors finally reached its peak. All the military officials in various states reported yamen officers and stopped and interrogated martial arts warriors for their conflicts.
In the case of fighting, no less than a hundred warriors and officers died for it. The third and fourth-rate sects could not bear the humiliation and dismissed their disciples. There was a sect with a fierce leader who opened three branches in a county.
After ten years in the boxing gym, the boxing gym was suddenly about to be closed down by officials who came to visit him. In a rage, he went straight to the county government office and snatched the ground with his head to death.
There are countless cases like this. The documents issued by the imperial court have changed their taste in the hands of the officials of the lower yamen. Originally they were just documents to control the wandering warriors in the jurisdiction, but in the hands of these people, this small feather has become
It became a command arrow, and someone would take it and beat it in these small sects every now and then. It didn't count if the people were good with wine and good food. After they were full of wine and food, they would have to stuff a bag of silver into it, which would more or less directly decide where these official posts would go.
Time of visit.
It is rare for a martial artist to have bad reputations, let alone such humiliation. It was probably because of this that he left the Zhang family as a wandering knight, and even though the Yamen in Yuancheng said that Wuhe Escort Bureau was the best in the city.
His time-honored brand is quite interesting, and he sends a lot of money to him every year. However, there are still quite a number of petty officials who go to the escort agency compound every now and then to catch the autumn breeze. After seeing him once, there was some dispute, and then he ran away in anger.
After leaving Jinzhou, he walked to an area where the Wuhe Escort Agency's name was no longer valid, and was beaten half to death by a local snake and had his belongings and money taken away from him.
He was so confused that even his personal weapon was taken away. He didn't know how long it took before he reached Dayao's capital.
Perhaps it was because his clothes were in rags and even his weapons were taken away by the local snake. When he walked into the splendid city, he looked like a beggar. He was almost stopped outside the city gate by the sergeant guarding the city gate.
Then he saw the number one martial artist in Jinzhou, one of the top ten martial artists of Dayao, wearing a green shirt and a long sword, walking into the city.
He had never seen such a sword in his life. In front of such a sword, the iron armor and heavy shield were shattered like paper. Half of the people in the capital witnessed the man strolling on the avenue of the capital, guarding the important areas of the capital.
Yao's elite warriors rushed towards the sword without fear of death, and the heavy cavalry with both men and horses also hurriedly donned their armor and charged into the battle.
Then the men, horses, swords, and armors were instantly shattered.
Even the hawks and dogs raised by the imperial court and the elite stickmen could only slightly hinder the attack. The crossbows guarding the city were mobilized to fire, and they even used torches and stone carts at the risk of injuring innocent people.
However, he walked so casually with his sword. If someone blocked the way, he would swing his sword, and if no one was around, he would just stroll along. From the city gate to the outside of the imperial city, he walked for less than half an hour.
The Royal Forest Army and the guards guarding the Imperial City formed a formation outside the Imperial City. Hundreds of people no longer considered the width of the formation, but tried their best to increase the thickness, intending to block the man from the Imperial City. Even those who were originally safe inside the Imperial City
The man at Dashan was also alarmed, and despite the efforts of the surrounding servants to dissuade him, he climbed to the top of the imperial city and faced the sword at the bottom of the city.
No one knows what the two men, who are considered supreme in the world of martial arts and temples, actually talked about.
But everyone knew that the sword that followed calmly left the city, and the soldiers and horses of the capital were unable to deal with it.