There is a secluded village called Lanpu in Bayangzhi, and there is a family called Lansu in Lanpu, and the son of Lansu is the former Bayang doctor Lango who died in Jiangcheng. Lan Su died, and Jia Ren, the doctor of Bayang, did not dare to slack off, so he rushed to Jiangcheng on a fast horse.

Jiang Wangshu went down in a boat and arrived in Bayang at noon, twenty miles away from Lanpu.

Lan Ge was personally recommended by Jiang Wangshu, and whether it was a battle with Qi or a battle with Jiang Cheng, he showed excellent strategy and good combat power.

Jiang Wangshu likes Lan Ge very much, this young man who used to be good at managing water can govern the people and the army, and the future is promising, even if he is a doctor in Bayang, there is still a clear distinction between public and private, and his father Lan Su is still a down-and-out old farmer.

Jiang Wangshu regretted that he didn't appease Lan Su earlier, but only issued a pension.

The currencies of various countries in Kyushu are not the same, and the fang country is a copper knife coin, which has always been one according to the calculation, so that the merchant currency is often confused. Jiang Wangshu's reform of the currency was also counted in coins, but many people in remote areas could not change their words in a short time. Tracing back to the source, just because the citrus people like to tie the straw rope to the knife coin, the rich businessman is a hundred knife coins, and the poor people are a knife coin.

Jiang Wangshu traveled alone in a boat, which also meant to be distracted. If he is free, he likes to walk alone on the riverside and like fishing and boating, but since the battle of Jiangcheng, the country has been in a mess, and he has barely been idle until recently.

Yizhou, without poems, really can't mention this Yaxing. is not only a high-powered prince of the state of Zong, but also a Zhigui and Jianghou who guard the frontier, and even he almost forgot that he has the title of "reckless poet".

The category of Dali poetry is roughly bounded by the Qinling Mountains and the Huai River, with many poems in the north and happy words in the south. In fact, it is not necessarily the case, for example, Wu Yin is curling in the land of Wu Yue, and Husai music is prevalent in the land of Husai, as for Liangzhou, Jiang Wangshu did not have a specific format before, and new poems prevailed after Jiang Wangshu.

There is a black horse carrying a villain galloping on the riverside, Jiang Wangshu thought that the black horse was crazy, and jumped up from the boat with the help of the oar, and landed in front of the black horse, grabbed the reins of the black horse with his left hand, and pressed his right hand against the head of the black horse.

Only then did he see that there was a young man with his hair untied around the horse's neck, his eyes blurred.

The black horse was forced to stop by Jiang Wangshu, and the hot breath exhaled from the horse's mouth rose into the air. He dismounted the young man from his horse like a skinny fish.

"It's you." Jiang Wangshu recognized this young man as the unprovoked overboard young man he met in Tongxi.

The black horse is very fast, faster than Ah Liu, and Jue barely fell off when he hugged the horse's neck. He rubbed his eyes, looked at the person in front of him, and asked, "Who are you?"

Jiang Wangshu didn't know that Jue was an idiot, and he didn't think it was a boring trick when he looked closely, so he had to say: "I'm Jiang Wangshu, the master of the country."

Jue looked at Jiang Wangshu seriously, some eyes were familiar, but he had no impression, as for Taifu, he didn't know how big an official he was, out of etiquette or saluting.

"Is this horse crazy?" Jiang Wangshu clenched the reins, and the black horse neighed, but he was powerless to break free.

Jue shook his head, and before he could speak, another horse galloped in.

"Uncle," the peach blossom farmer dismounted and greeted Jiang Wangshu, and said, "This young man was chased and killed by a nest of bandits before, and I met him, and he easily solved the bandits. ”

Jue didn't say a word, and was a few steps away from Jiang Wangshu.

"I'm not in the same group as that gangster, you don't have to be afraid." Peach Blossom Farmer Wen said with a smile.

Jue didn't say a word, he reached out to ask for the horse, and Jiang Wangshu had no choice but to hand the reins to him. Jue took the reins, mounted his horse and continued up the river.

"Idle, do you know this young man?" Jiang Wangshu asked.

"I don't know him, but I just met the bandit in Bashan and saved him," the peach blossom farmer said casually, and then asked, "Where is my uncle?" ”

Jiang Wangshu looked at the small black dot that was about to disappear from sight, frowned and replied, "Lango's father is dead, and I have never had time to condole."

"How did you die?" Peach Blossom Farmer heard Jiang Wangshu say that Lan Ge was a rare talent, but unfortunately died young.

"Do you have time to take me with you?" Jiang Wangshu asked.

The horses returned the same way, and the peach blossom farmer boarded the boat with Jiang Wangshu and arrived at Lanpu almost two hours later.

Li Zheng Miaolian and Bayang Doctor Jia Ren were already waiting in Lanpu, and Jiang Wangshu leaned on the shore of the boat and asked, "Have you found out?"

"Jiang Hou, it was Miao Yun who killed him," Miao Lian hurriedly cleared up the relationship with this unsuccessful nephew and said, "Miao Yun bullied the township, and I can't discipline it." ”

"I'm not going, it's getting late." The peach blossom farmer said goodbye to Jiang Wangshu and walked back to the Bashan grass house.

Jiang Wangshu didn't ask much, and walked to Lan Su's house with the two, Miao Yun was tied to a tree, and when he saw Jiang Wangshu, he begged for mercy again and again.

"Miao Yun, when you bullied the township, you still don't want to repent?" Jiang Wangshu recognized that this Miao Yun was the one who fought with the Lan family for water back then, and couldn't help but snort coldly.

"My lord, I didn't kill me, where would I dare to kill someone," Miao Yun's face was like ashes, and he begged for mercy from his uncle Miao Lian, "Uncle, save me, I really didn't kill me." ”

Miao Lian is just a small lizheng, where dare to speak, of course he knows that although his nephew is rampant in the township, where does he dare to do murderous deeds.

"Miao Lian, let's talk to Taifu." Bayang Doctor Jia Ren said.

Miao Lian arched his hand and said: "Lan Su is an honest person, he has never blushed with anyone, even if Lan Ge became a general, others don't know, and he has always been down."

"Wait," Jiang Wangshu interrupted him and asked, "What about the pension?" ”

Jia Ren's face turned pale, and he hurriedly explained: "This year's harvest is poor in various places, and the tax revenue can't even cover the various expenses......"

"So, the pension is not paid?" Jiang Wangshu was furious, Lan Ge, as a doctor in Bayang, sacrificed his life for the country, and his father still didn't receive a pension, let alone the rest of the family?

Jia Ren bowed his head and didn't dare to answer.

"Go on." Jiang Wangshu didn't bother with Jia Ren for the time being, the dead were the greatest, and beckoned Miao Lian to continue to talk about Lan Su.

"After the battle of Jiangcheng last year, Lan Su's family had a young man who was not annoying, holding a spear, and then the man said goodbye without saying goodbye, someone gave Lan Su a hundred times ago," Miao Lian didn't dare to raise his head when he said this, and quickly changed his words, "A hundred citrus knives, and then Miao Yun went to ask for it three times and twice." ”

Jiang Wangshu probably understood the matter, but he only cared about the keywords that Miao Lian said, last year, the battle of Jiangcheng, young people, and spears.

Several words were superimposed and combined into a face—Ling Han.

"When did the young man leave?" Jiang Wangshu tried to calm down, but his clenched fists showed that he was not calm, and there was even a lot of joy.

Jiang Wangshu was naturally pleased, Ling Han was suspected not to be dead, Ling Han was his favorite descendant, and it could be said that there was his shadow.

Jia Ren hurriedly reproached Miao Lian: "Don't talk about these useless things, talk about how Miao Yun killed Lan Su."

"Let's talk about Lansu first." Jiang Wangshu motioned to Miao Lian not to be afraid.

"That young man left in a short time, it's been a year," Miao Lian didn't dare to hide it, and continued, "A few days ago, someone asked me to transfer a hundred citrus knives to Lan Su, and it seems that it was the young man just now. ”

Before Miao Lian's words fell, Jiang Wangshu went to the mountain.

To the west of the west of the fang, to the east of Bayang, to the south of the south of the Zongjiang River, to the north foot of Bashan, there is a remote name Lanpu, and Lanpu is the Bashan grass house above.

When Jiang Wangshu arrived at the Bashan Cottage, it was already dusk, and in a trance, he had an illusion that he was not a Jianghou who walked alone in Liangzhou, not a high-ranking Taifu, but just a reckless orphan who practiced swords under the moon.

"Uncle." The peach blossom farmer rode his horse slowly.

"What about Ling Han?" Jiang Wangshu asked.

"Ling Han?" Peach Blossom Farmer chuckled, "He has already gone to Yanzhou, why doesn't my uncle go with me?" ”

Jiang Wangshu shook his head and said, "You still can't let it go."

"Then the uncle-in-law can let it go?" The peach blossom farmer greedily took a sip of Bashan's taste, his eyes were a little red, and said, "There are some things that I have to get back." My uncle-in-law doesn't want to go with me, but I still want to go. ”

Jiang Wangshu stood with his sword raised and said, "Idle, my uncle-in-law called you like this for the last time, you shouldn't have encouraged Ling Han to go."

"Let him guard this place like you for the rest of his life? Don't dare to canonize in your life? The peach blossom farmer seemed to be crying and laughing.

"There are some things that must be guarded." Jiang Wangshu said slowly.

"So Meng Lan is willing to protect the people in the world, and you can only guard this broken grass house." The peach blossom farmer was short of breath.

"Where's Yujue?" Jiang Wangshu did not defend, but asked an irrelevant question.

"On me." The peach blossom farmer replied casually.

Jiang Wangshu shook his head and said, "Childe, you lied to me, you lied to Gongzihuai, and even Mr. Meng lied."

The peach blossom farmer's face was ugly, as hideous as a wolf, and said, "So what? Zou Gu is not messy, Meng Lan is not out, Song Xiao is not messy, I don't have a chance at all. I'm open and honest with you, and in the end, the bamboo basket will be empty. ”

There are tiger roaring mountains and forests in Bashan, and the beasts dare not make noise.

"Let's put it down, this game of chess in the world is too big." Jiang Wangshu chases the stars in his hand, just like a shocking flood of independence in the world.

"Down? It's not easy to talk about," the peach blossom farmer first smiled miserably, then dismounted and knelt down and said, "Uncle, chasing the stars allows you, Yu Jue Mixin is open and honest with you, Meng Lan is the best in the world, plus your unique force in the world, Li is prosperous." ”

"The world is very big, and the country is not small. All Wangshu can do is to protect the country and forgive his fate. Jiang Wangshu shook his head again and again.

"So you're going to stop me?" The peach blossom farmer refused to get up, shook his head and asked.

"If the son leaves alone, Wangshu will not stop him; Gongzi took Ling Han away, and Wangshu did not stop him; If Gongzi took the tiger away, Wangshu had to stop him. Jiang Wangshu stared at the back of the hut, and there were twelve tigers galloping towards him.

"Brother Tiger, kill him." The peach blossom farmer took two steps back, his eyes cloudy.

The twelve Bashan evil tigers roared incessantly.

The Tiger of the Sun also roared non-stop.

Twelve Bashan evil tigers pounced on Jiang Wangshu, they were Bashan's elves, and they were more perfect killing machines than evil wolves, with fierce eyes, fangs, claws, and tails, there was no place in their bodies that was not born for killing.

The tiger is the king of beasts and has always been a loner, but unlike the Bashan tigers, they are like a well-trained army. A full twelve evil tigers were culled from twelve directions, enough to tear apart a brute elephant.

The tiger of the sun is pacing on the periphery, he is bleeding human blood, and he grew up drinking tiger milk, half human and half tiger.

Jiang Wangshu fought with the Twelve Colorful Tigers with the Star Chasing Sword, like a frightening flood between heaven and earth, even though the twelve Colorful Tigers were full of strength, agility, and wisdom, but they couldn't get close to Jiang Wangshu's body at all.

The eldest son of the Li family, Lu Shu Gongzi, was born in the third year of King Lihe, and the eldest son was half a month cold; King Lihe returned to Bashan Cottage with his mother's ashes in the ninth year, and it has been 17 years since then.

In the past 17 years, he has been buried incognito as a chivalrous peach blossom farmer, and because he is chivalrous like a mountain elf, he often rescues past businessmen and pedestrians from the hands of the three evils of Bashan, known as Lushu.

The deer is hidden in the wild.

Bashan's first victim of the tiger of Ritan, the grandson of Ritan Boxian, and the son of Ritan Sang, was exiled in the tiger's mouth when he was a child, and he became the first hazard of Bashan. This half-human, half-tiger who doesn't know anyone and only recognizes the peach blossom farmer is notorious, because of his existence in Bashan, there are few people, and the people know that he is the grandson of Ri Qin Boxian, but they can't guess why Ri Qin Boxian refuses to act.

Jiang Wangshu, a reckless orphan with no name and no surname in the past, broke branches and practiced swords under the moon in the Bashan Grass House, and exhausted his vocabulary to give himself a name that is now resounding all over the world - Jiang Wangshu.

When the literati wrote poems, they were inseparable from this reckless poet who created new poems and swept Liangzhou; The object of the Liangzhou girl's spring is this middle-aged man who is widowed and over forty years old.

When martial arts warriors discuss rankings, they always hang the name of Jinghong Jiang Wangshu as far forward as possible, and even argue about who is the second in the world between him and the Husé greedy wolf Wei Xiu, and the first name in the world belongs to the hidden dragon Fubai, there is no doubt.

The hundreds of schools of thought occasionally mention Jiang Wangshu, such as the Jingchu peasant sage Miao Ben took Jiang Wangshu's "Shangyang Minshu" to admonish Xiong Ran, the king of Chu; For example, Mul also admired Jiang Wangshu's bold move to rebuild a new order on the ruins.

This poetry can be called first-class, the force is not only alone in Liangzhou is simply alone in the world, in order to be in the second-class sage can be called the top grade Jiang Wangshu has many titles, the temple is called Taifu, the line is called Zhigui, the people like to call Jiang Hou, poetry and literature attainments have a reputation for reckless poets, and the people of Liangzhou are called the world's amazing Hongke, referred to as Jinghong.

Jiang Wangshuti's star-chasing sword flew like a frightening wave, and it was difficult for the twelve colorful tigers to get close, and he did not hurt the twelve tigers in the slightest.

"Jiang Hou," Peach Blossom Farmer never called Jiang Wangshu his uncle-in-law again, just like Jiang Wangshu called him Gongzi, and the two finally broke up completely, "What about your Xinghe swordsmanship?" Why don't you dare to hurt these twelve colorful tigers? ”

"Contemptible people remember their father's teachings to treat Hu'er well," Jiang Wangshu said with a cold glance at the peach blossom farmer, "Gongzi always says that he and Hu'er are brothers, but he treats Hu'er as a sword. ”

Peach Blossom Farmer smiled and said, "Jiang Hou Mo is not afraid of angering the tiger brother."

Jiang Wangshu no longer answered, he didn't dare to be distracted under the siege of twelve colorful tigers, and besides, he didn't dare to use the Xinghe sword technique, for fear of hurting Hu'er's beloved colorful tiger.

Since childhood, the lack of family affection has made the Tiger of Ritan less human and more animalistic, and all he cares about is these big tigers who are as close as siblings, and the peach blossom farmer is the only one who can get close to the Tiger of Ritan.

The Tiger of Ritan had seen Jiang Wangshu many times, but he couldn't remember this uncle at all, and he roared from time to time, just like the twelve colorful tigers.

The lonely day of the world has finally completely sunk, and the noisy night that belongs to the birds and beasts of Bashan and the wild charms of the mountains is only the roar of the tiger. In the distance of the hut, there were torches as faint as fireflies, and some voices were as low as cats.

"Taifu, Taifu." The first person was none other than Doctor Jia Ren of Bayang, a middle-aged man who was unusually promoted to Doctor Bayang because he donated a lot of family wealth in Jiang Wangshu's new order, and led a hundred and ten people to stagger.

The peach blossom farmer said a few words to the tiger of the sun, and the tiger of the sun roared, and the twelve colorful tigers were as well-behaved as kittens competing for favor.

Jiang Wangshu raised his sword and stood like a bright moon in the sky, lonely.

Jia Ren led a hundred and ten people like stars and moons scattered around Jiang Wangshu's side.

"Taifu, I'm easy to find." Jia Ren lowered his eyebrows and looked at Jiang Wangshu.

"Jia Ren, aren't you just trying to hold me back?" Jiang Wangshu ruthlessly exposed Jia Ren's ugly face.

"Okay, Doctor Jia, is Jiang Hou someone you can fool?" Peach Blossom Farmer smiled, "It's a pity that Lan Su's death can't hold back Jiang Hou Jiang Hou is becoming more and more cold-blooded and ruthless." ”

Jia Ren walked up to the peach blossom farmer and asked in a low voice, "Childe, now I have put all my wealth on you."

The peach blossom farmer nodded, and then looked at Jiang Wangshu with cold eyes. Jia Ren was thinking about the deep meaning of the nod of this staggering nobleman.

"Childe, do you think these dozens of people can stop the despicable people?" Jiang Wangshu glanced disdainfully at the dozens of people around him, all of whom had some foundation, but they were still too weak.

"I don't care if I can stop Jiang Hou, dare to ask Jiang Hou if he can stop Brother Tiger?" Peach Blossom Farmer scoffed.

The faces of the dozens of people were ugly, but when they thought that even if they died, that pension would be enough for the family to spend the rest of their lives, their pale faces were a little more bloody. They are all Qi people who have been exiled to Bayang, so their love or fear for Jiang Wangshu is not outrageously high, and they don't believe in Jiang Hou's deeds with one enemy and ten thousand, so they dare to take their lives.

"Jiang Hou, if I guessed correctly, the Shu people have already committed the border at this time, and I am afraid it will be difficult to keep the western realm safe by relying on that unsuccessful thing." The peach blossom farmer said matter-of-factly.

The confinement in the sky was bleak for three minutes, and Jiang Wangshu frowned.

"Jiang Hou is very busy, so don't waste time here. Brother Tiger, I will treat it well. The peach blossom farmer's face was bathed in the bright and soft moonlight, like a sacred deer.

Jiang Wangshu didn't dare to stay any longer, the Shu people invaded the border not for a day or two, at this time, the western border was lacking in troops, if the Shu people invaded the territory, I am afraid that it would be difficult for Ba Mang to resist, and if the west border was lost, it would be difficult to explain to the Fang people, and it would be ashamed of Ba Mang. Jiang Wangshu lifted his sword and turned back, and one hundred and ten people gave way.

Peach Blossom Nong breathed a sigh of relief, his palms were sweaty, he had done everything he could to stop Jiang Hou, but fortunately, it finally worked.

The peach blossom farmer rode his horse in front, the tiger of Ritan followed closely behind, and the remaining twelve colorful tigers guarded the tiger of Ritan, and then a hundred and ten steps behind was Jia Ren, whose legs were weak, and one hundred and ten people under his hands.

The noisy night is filled with endless loneliness, there is no bird chirping in Bashan, no wolf howling, only deer chirping and tiger whining.