In early spring and March, flowers bloom everywhere and small grasses are overgrown, which should be a vibrant appearance, but the appearance of heaven and earth is not up to the flowers and plants. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

There was a wide official road between the flowers and grass, and from east to west came a scrawny yellow horse.

If you are a connoisseur, you must be distressed, the "hay yellow" in the ancient famous horse was starved like this, but the biggest ability of this horse is to be able to resist hunger.

The camel is known as the "ship of the desert" and can starve, because it has a hump, and no matter how good the horse is, it does not have that thing, but this hay yellow can still run for half a day even if it is not full, and the official road is lined with lush young grass, but it does not even look at it, just because the owner of the pack is now just letting it go forward, and does not give other orders.

It is conceivable that the owner of such a good horse should be a mighty marshal, or a famous knight, or he is a thief who has fallen into the grass, and he must be a rich man who eats a lot of brains and eats a fat stomach, but to everyone's disappointment, the down-and-out appearance of this benevolent brother is not as good as this hay yellow.

He was dressed in a white-washed blue cloth Wensheng Gongzi robe, wearing a shabby Wensheng Gongzi scarf on his head, and a pair of torn Wensheng Gongzi shoes on his feet.

Of course, the clothes are expensive and clean, and there are many weirdos in the rivers and lakes who are good at wearing strange clothes, but this person is by no means a person from the rivers and lakes, and he has not even seen a few people from the rivers and lakes.

His surname is Lao, called Lao Junwen, from Dunhuang, which is now unorganized and declining, and is a talent who failed to take four exams, but he writes "good poems".

Li Baidoujiu's 100 poems are called "poetry immortals"; Du Fu is worried about the country and the people is called "poetry saints"; Bai Juyi is called "poetry demons" when he writes poems; Jia Dao is called "poetry slaves" for future generations; Li He is called "poetry ghosts" in rhetoric for myths and legends, and he also has a good name - "poetry sickness", perhaps because he has experienced too many ups and downs, and only wants to write bleak and murderous scenes, and now his poetry is here again, listen-

"Full of spring and winter and autumn,

The grass grows and the flowers bloom and want to wither.

Or the viewer is stupid or stupid,

I don't have this kind of affection in my heart. ”

"Poetry" is naturally a poem that comes with "sickness", and there is no "sickness" and no chanting.

He was prepared for the imperial examination this time, and after the examination, he thought that he was nine out of ten, but when the list was released, he fell to Sun Shan, and for the travel expenses of this examination, the real estate at home should be sold out, and he has no other livelihood, so it is strange that he can be in a good mood.

Along the way, he kept complaining that he was born at the wrong time, but he really couldn't see any great talent from his poem, at most some talent, which was probably the sadness of the poor people's self-intoxication.

Just when Lao Jun was going to lose his soul, he suddenly heard a sound from north to south from the intersection in front of him, "Gold-Hammer-Yao-Road".

Although God did not give up, he was still attracted by this loud and strange voice, because he did not know why someone spoke so loudly and intermittently, and not just one person, but at least a dozen people.

As soon as he looked up, he saw a team passing in front of him, some riding horses, some on foot, some holding high the big flag, one side of the big flag is embroidered with a golden golden hammer, the hammer head is very special, all around are concave, the golden edge of the road protrudes, the other side is embroidered with four black characters "Iron Palm Zhao Zhu", the penmanship is average, and I can't see what the font is.

There were three people at the head of the procession, two of whom were riding tall horses, on the left was a burly man, holding a small stick with the thickness of a small bowl, which was lying on the saddle, and on the right was a middle-aged man with a short stature, and a pair of iron men like short sticks were stuck diagonally behind his back.

I don't know, this kind of weapon is called a steel whip, which is different from that used by ordinary people in the rivers and lakes, and it is generally used to sneak attack the opponent when the general is on the battlefield and the enemy general, so the size is short, and it will be three feet from beginning to end, and if it is official, it will be three and a half feet, but the weight is not light, and the whip head is cast very sharp.

The horse behind them sat an old man, dressed quite well, but from the face of the horse should be from the background of growing crops, but in his hand the golden hammer of the same style as on the banner was not inferior, several feet long, the hammer head was bigger than the sea bowl, it really looked like pure gold, in fact, it was only a dozen times with gold water.

Lao Jun didn't know them, but this team was not unknown.

There is a more famous dart game in Handan, Hebei Province, the name is called "Golden Hammer", this time I took a special deal, all the elite people in the bureau poured out of the nest, even the head of the dart is no exception, along the way to find trouble There are already four, just for the life of more than ten executioners and six famous dart masters.

"Iron Palm" Zhao Zhu rode on a horse and stroked the golden hammer that had been with him for decades from birth to death, the hammer head was polished by decades of bloody wind, maybe it could withstand decades of polishing, but its owner was definitely not Zhao Zhu in the following decades.

At this moment, Mr. Zhao felt very uncomfortable, and suddenly sighed and said to himself: "I only know now what it means to 'retreat from the torrent'." I've heard others mention this old lady for a long time. How can I ...... Hehe, I think except for characters like the old lady, if others really want to understand this reason, it's just a fool's dream. ”

At this time, an executioner not too far away from him glanced at him, and then changed to secretly say: Alas, I am also old, and I should have stopped a long time ago, but I was not reconciled, and I always wanted to take this job before picking a son. I'm really old and confused ******! I don't have that ability, I'm not so handsome! I don't want to make myself enough, my brother-in-law has all been involved, and I don't know how to explain to my wife and son Qiaoniang after I go back.

At this time, he looked up to the left at the dart master Fang Gang, and then looked at the dart master Yuan Slip to the right, and looked down and thought: When the old man Fang handed over the two sons to me before he died, let me take good care of them, how did I promise to others, "take good care", alas, now there is only the boss left. Fang Qiang's child hadn't married a daughter-in-law before he died. Besides, Lao Yuan, who has been with me for half his life, has fallen ill, I should have thought about how to repay people's affection, but I ......

Suddenly, there was a "whoosh" sound, and something flew in, interrupting his thoughts......

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