Ever since Ergou had a fight with Zhang Hu, the outer sect disciple of Wuji Hall, in the ring a few days ago, he was ordered by his master to compete in the Chu City for ten days.
In fact, it is the easiest thing to do in Southern Tang Dynasty, and almost no one will care about it because there are so many people doing it.
The Li family in the Southern Tang Dynasty was fond of martial arts, so they built several to dozens of arenas in various places. If someone wanted to compete, it was enough to go to the government and spend ten taels of silver to report.
But Ergou is different. It would take seven or eight days for other people to fight a hundred games no matter how provocative they are. But Ergou only needs three days to fight a hundred games.
This is because those gangsters saw that he was not strong enough and asked him to rest for a while. Otherwise, it would only take two days to break through 100 games.
The reason why he can fight so many times is very simple. His master Wang Xuanlang also put up a sign on his stage to challenge other warriors: I am a ranger from Dachu. I don’t have any other ability except to resist beatings.
No matter how many of you come, I will accept them.
It would have been fine if it was just this sentence. At most, others thought that Ergou was a newborn calf and was not afraid of tigers. They would give it up after giving him a lesson. Therefore, Ergou only played about 20 games on the first day. Among them, Ergou was
There were only four or five violent beatings.
But the next day, the old man secretly changed a sign for him: I said you people in Southern Tang are very poor, don’t you have enough to eat? You didn’t even have the strength to hit me yesterday.
Good guy, as soon as these words came out, Ergou instantly became popular in Block Chu City. He fought more than fifty games the next day, but after the fight, he was miserable.
What is the specific method? In addition to the regular bruises and swollen face, the porridge will probably flow out from the side of the mouth when drinking.
After the second day passed, the old man used various tricks to punish Jiang Ergou in the following days, raising the hatred value to the full every day.
But he didn't really ignore Jiang Ergou. Every night after Ergou fell asleep, he would sneak into Ergou's room quietly, use his deep inner strength to stretch his meridians, and then return to Ergou the next day.
Send him to the ring to be beaten.
Although Ergou looks miserable every day, his progress is really not small. Today is his last day in the ring. In the morning, he has already stepped from the fifth level of strength to the fourth level.
At this time, Ergou could barely become a half-master, but as soon as the aura of his breakthrough appeared, he was extremely sluggish, and he didn't look like someone who had just made a breakthrough.
"Clang clang clang!"
The sound of this gong is also a characteristic of the Southern Tang Dynasty. It is the time for the ring to be closed uniformly by the government. At this time, even if the two people on the ring are still fighting to the death, they must stop and wait for the next day to resume the fight.
As the ringing sound sounded, Jiang Ergou, who had been tense all the time, suddenly relaxed and fell backward on the ring. This was not because he was injured, but because he fell asleep.
But seeing Er Gou collapse on the ring, Xu San felt nervous. He quickly ran to the ring and knelt down next to Er Gou to check his pulse. After he was sure that he was just exhausted and not dead from exhaustion, he let out a long breath.
Then he opened his lips slightly and didn't know what he was saying, but if someone could read lips, they would understand what he said: Fortunately, my wife didn't get into trouble.
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The organizational systems of Da Chu and Southern Tang were different. Da Chu followed the ancient method of governing the country with the system of prefectures and counties, while Southern Tang took the initiative to introduce a new calendar and used provincial systems to stabilize the country.
But if you want to say which of these two systems is better, there is no comparison. If you randomly grab some scholars from both countries, they will be able to detail the advantages of their own country's system and reduce the enemy's system to nothing.
And this is what scholars call being reasonable. Whoever opens his mouth first is always the one who is right.
From a geographical point of view, the Southern Tang Dynasty faces the sea on both sides and the vast desert to the west. Therefore, except for the confrontation with Dachu in the north, the Southern Tang Dynasty has no borders to speak of.
The province where Chu City is located is called Guangfu Province. It is also the only border province among the five provinces of the Southern Tang Dynasty. The provinces are not divided by counties or counties, but by cities.
divided into districts.
As a border city, Blockchu City has not been divided into any administrative management.
They were directly under the jurisdiction of the imperial court, but Ergou and the others entered the territory of Helu District, Lu'an City, Guangfu Province after they came out of Banchu City.
"Old man, you are so good! You really didn't treat me as your apprentice a few days ago!"
The words were so sad that Ergou even pretended to wipe away his tears.
"Three hundred and twelve fights, old man! Even the cows in the fields don't work like this. I think you just want to torture me to death!"
"Okay, okay, how long have you been crying like a bitch? Why don't you say you've made a breakthrough!"
A few days ago, Wang Xuanlang would even say a few words of comfort when he heard Er Gou's complaints.
But later on, the two dogs kept mumbling endlessly, which made him very unhappy and made calluses on his ears, so he no longer had that good temper.
"What? Why don't you let people talk about it? If you murder your own apprentice, just murder your own apprentice. Who can control you?"
Seeing his apprentice's rogue appearance, Wang Xuanlang decided to use his trump card.
"Er Gou, I know that every city in the Southern Tang Dynasty has a fighting arena. Otherwise, we won't go to the next place..."
"Master, look at how bright the stars are in the sky!"
How could Ergou, who was shrewd to the core, not know what the old man meant, so he quickly changed the topic.
"But it's daytime now!"
"Master, what are we going to eat later?"
"Let's talk about setting up the arena."
"Master, you said..."
Master Xu San, who was used to seeing the two masters and apprentices playing tricks on each other along the way, had no choice but to smile bitterly. This pair of masters and apprentices is the most bizarre pair of masters and apprentices in the world. The apprentice is not as good as the apprentice, and the master is not as good as the master.
Like a master.
However, it was their presence that added a lot of fun to the otherwise boring journey.
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"Waiter! Damn it, where's the wine I want?"
"Hey, come on, sir, your wine is here."
When traveling around the world, the most indispensable thing is the shabby taverns on the roadside. They sell the rudest wine, sit in the rudeest roughnecks, and speak the rudest language.
But I don’t know why, Ergou just likes this kind of environment. Every time he passes by such a tavern, he will go in and sit there. Even if he just listens to the dirty words of those gangsters, he will be happy for a long time, as if he has secretly learned something unique.
It's the same as martial arts.
The tavern was not affected at all by the arrival of a few of them. Those who were enjoying themselves would still jump up and step on the stools and say that the women in the wild brothel were the most slutty. Judging from his expression and words, it seemed that he
At this moment, he was already swaying all over her body.
A plate of plain-cut chicken and a deboned duck as staple food, plus a few appetizers and a pot of the most spicy Bogu yaki in the shop, Ergou and the others have a complete set of dishes.
Not only was martial arts flourishing in the Southern Tang Dynasty, but the wine was also much stronger than that of Da Chu. Just like the Baogu roast that was loved by everyone from the first-rank officials of the imperial court to the mud-legged men in the Jianghu in the Southern Tang Dynasty, it spread to Da Chu.
But someone sprayed it out.
Ergou had never been to the Southern Tang Dynasty, so naturally he had never heard of this Baogu Shao, and Wang Xuanlang obviously would not tell him.
So Ergou got two ounces of corn fever in one sip, and the next second he was red from his forehead to the root of his neck. As for whether there was any redness further down, it was mainly invisible.
In order not to lose face, Ergou resisted and did not spit it out, but the result was that it burned all the way from his throat to his buttocks. Even after drinking a whole pot of tea, he could not cover up the burning sensation.
"Hey! I heard that a powerful swordsman came from Dachu recently. His name is Yang Dongqing. It is said that he was rated as the best swordsman in the world by the Tianwu Tower's Twelve Earthly Branches Ranking!"
Jiang Ergou, who was getting better, was just about to stand up and curse at the old man when he was attracted by the conversation of several people at the next table, especially when the conversation was with an acquaintance of his.
"What the hell is the first person to use a sword? I asked Huang Bingcheng, a swordsman from the Southern Tang Dynasty, how dare he be called the first person to use a sword."
Ergou actually had a good impression of the middle-aged man who wanted to teach him how to practice swordsmanship.
So now that someone is speaking ill of that man in front of him, of course he can't just sit back and watch.
"What are you talking about? What nonsense Huang Bingcheng, you have seen Yang Dongqing and you dare to comment on his sword!"
Regarding Ergou's sudden interruption, the person at the next table who was talking did not feel disgusted, but found it very interesting.
"Hey, this little brother is from Dachu, right? I've never heard of Huang Bingcheng's name! Don't you know that the fourth position on the list of the twelve earthly branches of Wu Tower that day was originally meant for the swordsman Huang Bingcheng?
of?
"So what if he's from Da Chu!"
Ergou said while blowing his nose and staring.
"Hey, little brother, this is because you have never seen the world. Huang Bingcheng was named the Swordsman because the weapons he used were a short knife and a long sword. It was he who brought the sword to find Li Xunxu, the owner of the Tianwu Building.
He crossed out his name from the list of the twelve earthly branches, so that Li Xunxu could sit in the fourth position. Huang Bingcheng said that one day he would be invincible in the world with swords. At that time, he would directly enter the list and become the number one in the world.
when!"
"Then...then even if he is good with the sword, he may not be good with the sword. You have never seen Yang Dongqing use a sword, so how do you know that Yang Dongqing is not as good as Huang Bingcheng."
Ergou can actually feel the power of Huang Chengcheng.
"Huh? Listen to what little brother means, have you ever seen Yang Dongqing use his sword?"
"Seen it!"
Ergou said subconsciously, but the man leading the table laughed dumbly and shook his head, obviously not believing what Ergou said.
"You don't care whether I have seen him or not, but I believe that even if Yang Dongqing is still a little behind Huang Bingcheng now, Yang Dongqing will surpass him sooner or later."
The man at the next table probably lost interest in continuing the conversation with the young man Ergou. He nodded perfunctorily and went back to talk to his friends, ignoring Jiang Ergou.
"Er Gou, don't pay attention to them. Swords and large props are extremely difficult. Old man, I have never seen anyone who can walk two paths at the same time and still get famous."
Hearing the old man's words, Ergou felt better. He actually wanted to tell those people that the man named Yang Dongqing had saved his life and that his knife was really fast!
After eating, it was time to hit the road again, but as soon as he left the tavern, Ergou saw a character who definitely shouldn't be here.
"Little Master Qingfa! Why are you here!"
It turned out that the person who came was Qingfa, the young monk in Hanshan Temple who told fortunes for others.
"Donor Jiang, my master asked me to go out for a walk. Before leaving the temple, my master once made a fortune for me. Master said that my chance of Zen would be in the west of the Southern Tang Dynasty, but he also said that there would be a meeting between me and Donor Jiang.
There was a fate, so I walked all the way from Jiangnan to find you, Donor Jiang."
Ergou knows that monks talk about fate, so he agrees with what the little monk Qingfa said. As for bringing this monk with him, it is just an extra mouth to eat, and he is a vegetarian, so it doesn't cost much money.
.
Ergou was about to nod in agreement, but then he thought of something.
"Little Master Qingfa, you just said that your Zen machine is in the west, right? But what we are going to is the east, which is different from the place you are going to!"
He was very good at celebrating the Dharma, chanting sutras, and meditating on Zen, but he didn't know how to choose these things. He was a little embarrassed for a moment, and he didn't know what he was thinking when he touched his bald head.
"Little Master Qingfa, in my opinion, it is better for you to go to the west first, but let me make it clear first, I am not afraid that you will stay with me and eat my food!"
"Donor Jiang, what advice do you have?"
"Little Master Qingfa, think about it. What your master said is that there is a predestined relationship between you and me, right? But don't all Buddhist predestined relationships pay attention to the word "natural"? I think what your master means is that
We will meet somewhere one day, that is fate, instead of you coming to me like this!"
After listening to Ergou's words, Qingfa's eyes showed something different, as if he had realized something.
"Amitabha, fate will come naturally. I didn't expect that Donor Jiang, who is not a Buddhist, could see it more clearly than me. It was the young monk who got it himself. Thank you, Donor Jiang, for pointing me in the right direction."
After saying this, the little monk performed a Buddhist salute to the two dogs and turned to the west.