The ancient road is desolate, and the river is majestic.

The bitter wind came from the north, bringing the breath of loess, blowing away the smoke of war that had been permeated for thousands of years, and blowing the ruins of history.

At noon, the sun hangs high.

Even though it's the end of February, the noon sun is still a bit scorching, and it's rare to blow a few cool breezes to invigorate people for a while.

On the ancient road, the shadows of the two people, one donkey and three shadows were shrunk into one, and it was so dark that it was impossible to distinguish who was who.

The young man riding the donkey was in a mess, with his hair toasted on his head, his head drooping, like a defeated rooster, listless, counting the shadows on the ground for a while.

"Young master, I've been flustered all the way, why don't you tell you a joke?"

The old servant who led the donkey grinned, like a wrinkled old chrysanthemum, this smile was not tight, but it showed a mouth full of yellow teeth missing a few front teeth, which looked honest and ridiculous.

"Come on, Lao Ge!" No matter how the young man on the back of the donkey looks, he doesn't have the grandeur of a rich son, his temper is not small, and he is not good at opening his mouth, "What kind of old-fashioned story are you going to tell today?

What the young man said was a few decades ago, the Dajing Dynasty fought in the southwest of Dingding.

In the first war of that year, Dajing took the power of Western Chu and the southeast of Kuang, raised an army of 500,000, and marched out of the meridian road to enter Western Shu.

The Sword Pavilion is dangerous, the world is unparalleled, and there is more Xiongguan as a threat, plus the world-famous generation of sword saint Jiang Baiyi, leading the disciples of the seventy-two peaks of the big and small sword mountains as the town, and the 400,000 elite soldiers of Xishu are waiting for the day, don't say that Dajing is just a dispatch of 500,000 troops to press the realm, even if it is doubled, it is not to think of taking a step beyond the thunder pool.

However, at the critical moment, Meng Baiqi, the general guarding the Jianmen Pass, took the initiative to go out of the pass for some reason, and went straight to the west with 100,000 elites, leaving the 300,000 troops in the pass to defend without danger and suffering from the enemy on their backs.

The dignified sword saint sword path reaches the sky, and there is a body of bravery, but it is difficult to reverse the defeat of the army, and he looks at the hundreds of thousands of troops of Dajing with a sword alone, and regards a group of Dajing martial arts masters as nothing, and finally dies of exhaustion.

Of course, this is not a new story, not to mention that Lao Ge doesn't know how many times he has told it along the way, and the young man is tired of listening to it, and he doesn't hear anything funny, but the more he listens to it, the more boring it becomes.

The old servant smiled and said, "Do you like to listen to this, or let's talk about something else......?"

"200,000 people have taken off their armor, but none of them are men?" the young man interrupted angrily, "I said Lao Ge, what you tell is these old-fashioned stories, not to mention that I am bored with the young master, I am about to be suffocated to death by you, young master!"

This is two sentences in a poem, written by Mrs. Tianxiang, the princess of Xishu, one of the top ten beauties of the five dynasties that year, about the Jing army after breaking the 400,000 army of Xishu outside the Jianmen Pass, breaking dozens of male cities and forcing Yidu all the way.

At that time, Xishu was not without the strength of a war, there were still 200,000 armor soldiers to defend Yidu, and the soldiers in the city were well fed, so it was not a problem to drag it out for three or five years.

However, the Sword Pavilion was broken, a generation of Sword Saints died on the spot, and the 400,000 army fell apart, which had already frightened the courage of the monarchs and ministers of Western Shu, and they surrendered without a fight on the day of the siege of the Jing army!

On the day when the king of Shu and his subjects held the seal in their hands and fell with flesh, a generation of women Mrs. Tianxiang, holding a three-foot white silk, hanged herself in front of the Xishu Temple, and left this popular sentence before dying.

Decades have passed, and the people of Xishu are ashamed every time they think about it.

The young man looked at the hunchbacked old servant and quipped: "I said Lao Ge, why do you keep talking about these things? Could it be that you were a deserter in Xishu in the past? I remember that your hometown seems to be in the area of Shuzhong, right?"

The old servant smiled and said, "Yes, it's still a big official!"

The young man looked at the old servant who was hunched at the waist, his dark face was full of wrinkles, his hair was gray and dry, and his eyes were cloudy, and he suddenly let out a sneer: "This joke is good, it should be rewarded!"

The old servant didn't seem to hear the ridicule in the young man's words, and didn't realize that the two of them were embarrassed and had long been penniless, so he said happily: "Thank you Gongzi!"

The young man rolled his eyes, thinking in his heart what kind of garlic are you pretending, just now stealing a chicken can alarm the people of a village, causing the two to be chased by the villagers, and a few big yellow dogs are chasing after him, barking all the way to the sky, so scared that his heart is about to jump out.

Fortunately, Lao Ge couldn't do anything else, his escape kung fu was first-class, and he ran out as soon as he slipped through the smoke, but fortunately he didn't forget his master, so he turned his head upside down and ran with the little donkey.

Rao is like this, he still has a few holes in his pants, if he doesn't run fast, he will not be bitten a few times!

As they spoke, they walked to a wood.

The dense shade of the trees obscured the scorching sun overhead, and a cool breeze blew through the treetops and onto the young man's face, which immediately made him feel refreshed for a while, and his exhaustion disappeared a lot.

"Stop, old Ge, just rest here!"

The young man jumped off the back of the donkey, rubbed his legs that were a little numb, sat on the ground, looked at the old servant without a trace of eyes, and said angrily: "What do you see, why don't you rub the legs of the young master!"

The old servant smiled, and was not annoyed, but ran over happily, and really rubbed the young man's legs.

"Tap, tap!" said the young man with a frown, dissatisfied, "Are you using my leg as one of those broken iron in the sword furnace?"

The old servant touched his head embarrassedly, and for a moment he didn't know what to do.

The young man snorted, waved his hand and said, "Forget it, the young master is a little thirsty, you go pick some fruit!"

The old servant answered, and went into the woods.

The young man simply leaned against a tree, pillowed his hands, and looked at the back of the old servant leaving, but he couldn't help but sigh.

Originally, he could lie comfortably on the bed carved from cool jade at home, pillow the soft thighs of the beautiful maid in the house, enjoy the softness of the green onion hand brushing between the eyebrows, and the mouth is fresh and sweet melons and fruits, how can he live here!

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but wail in his heart, if he really couldn't stand the pickled filth at home, he wouldn't be angry, didn't bring anything, and rushed out of the house with a roar.

Alas, what a mistake!

The young man lamented in his heart, not to mention anything else, he had to carry a 180,000 taels of silver tickets in his pocket before going out, the so-called "100,000 yuan around his waist, riding a crane down to Yangzhou", there was no silver in his waist bag, and he didn't have enough confidence to go out.

Think about yourself along the way, sleeping in the open, running a hungry meal, and sneaking if you want to eat a chicken leg, almost no one is killed, and it is the first one to do this, it is simply a shame in the squirrel!

Look at which family's son-in-law travels, not the aisle of the incense car, leaning on the green, with a group of evil slaves in front of and behind him, fresh clothes and angry horses, swaggering through the city, pedestrians everywhere he goes, how can he be so embarrassed!

His bastard father, who only knew how to practice swords, was really ruthless, and when he heard the news that he ran away from home, he didn't say a word, and sent an old servant to send him away, but in the end, the old housekeeper in the house couldn't stand it, and secretly stuffed him with a small donkey as a substitute, so that he didn't let him die of exhaustion on the first day he just left the house.

Thinking about other people's BMW fragrant cars, beautiful maids and evil slaves, and then looking at his skinny little donkey, and the old servant who only knows how to giggle all day long, and still lacks two front teeth when he laughs, the young man is sad, sad and desolate!

After waiting for a long time, the old servant still did not come back, and the young man suddenly became a little impatient.

"This old Ge, picking a few fruits and grinding and chirping like this, shouldn't it be where he fell to his death?" the young man muttered, but he was inevitably a little worried in his heart.

How can you say that the two of them are together, and there is a talking companion along the way, and they can also relieve their boredom - well, thinking of the boring stories told by Lao Ge, the latter sentence will be treated as if he didn't say it!

The young man rubbed his sore legs, got up from the ground with difficulty, looked for the direction Lao Ge had left, and walked over slowly.

A deep path with dense and low vegetation on both sides, and the faint sound of water in the shade of the trees.

The young man walked for a while, and suddenly two forks in the road in front of him were not embarrassed, and he did not know which way the old servant was going for a while.

Just when he didn't know what to do, in the bushes behind one of the roads, the sound of the waves was faint, and there seemed to be a woman's laughter faintly, and there were quite a few people listening to the sound.

The young man thought to himself, how could there be a woman's voice in this wilderness? Could it be that the woman passing by saw that the landscape here was quite lovely, and bathed here under the unbearable heat?

It is not unreasonable to think so, he has encountered such a grand occasion before, but it is a pity that when he came, a group of heroines had already finished bathing, so he missed such a great opportunity, which made him sigh for several days.

Now that I happened to run into such an opportunity again, how could I miss it again?

In the end, there was still a trace of conscience, and when he thought of the old servant's safety, he hesitated a little.

"Forget it, this old boy hasn't come back for so long, maybe he's just peeking at someone else taking a bath, I have to go and see, in case someone beats him to death, it will be troublesome!"

Thinking like this, the boy suddenly became at ease, and also found a reasonable excuse for his voyeurism.

He crept down the side path, and then plunged headlong into the thick, low bushes.

Since it's voyeurism, of course, you can't be open, and you can walk along the path recklessly, what is that called voyeurism!

This one, in the words of the young man, it is also not technical, it is simply a reckless man, and it is not a sudden beauty, it is simply a disappointment;

That bright sword doesn't have long eyes, so I don't know what kind of young master you are!

All the way through the dense bushes, the sound of water in his ears became clearer and clearer, and even the woman's pleasant laughter could be heard, like a string of silver bells, and like a yellow warbler out of the valley, which suddenly made the young man think about it.

Through the gap between the grass and trees, you can faintly see the clear pool water in front of you, deep and turquoise like a jewel.

The boy's heart grew more and more excited, and with a sense of criminal pleasure, he couldn't wait to push away the half-man-tall grass in front of him.

However, at this moment, the grass in front of him suddenly moved, and a pair of hands took the first step, leaning out from the front, separating the grass in front of him.

A young man with red lips and white teeth and thin lips was naked, carrying a stack of wet clothes in his hands, tiptoeing, and bumped into him face to face.

"I'll go, what the hell!" both of them scolded at the same time.