"Ladies and gentlemen, and said that a fire in Chibi went straight to the sky, as if a golden crow fell from the sky, the river water that burned was boiling, and the 830,000 troops of Cao Wei who burned were buried under this rolling river. ”

That Wei Wu Emperor Cao Mengde escaped with his life, only with a few hundred swordsmen all the way to Huarong Road, throwing away his armor and running to Huarong Road, it was when the people were sleepy and the horses were in panic, only to hear a cannon sound, and a team of people and horses poured out in front. ”

"The first one, beautiful hair fluttering, a pair of Danfeng murderous eyes, two lying silkworms raising sword eyebrows, a green dragon knife in his hand, and a red rabbit horse under his crotch!

"Good! good!"

On the bank of the Yangtze River, the ancient battlefield of Chibi has long since disappeared from the red water after a fire more than a thousand years ago, and the corpses are floating all over the field.

Now on the edge of the Chibi battlefield, a small wharf, with wine shops on both sides, people coming and going under the flickering candlelight, and the noise comes from afar, which is the fireworks in the world.

A tavern close to the wharf, quite simple, hangs a pair of sheepskin wine tricks outside the door, the cool breeze blows, the wine tricks flutter, and two big characters "Du Kang" are written on it.

Inside and outside the Du Kang Tavern, men in short shirts, with weathered faces, dark skin, and thick arms, are all fishermen who have been begging for a living in the waves all year round, and a group of people applauded, staring at the old man in the middle of the lobby with blazing eyes.

The old man was dressed in a green shirt, his face was thin, he put down the teacup in his hand, picked up the ring ruler on the table, a master's style, I think it was often rubbed, the black ring ruler was shiny and shiny, the old master's ring ruler was light and light, and he turned a small circle slowly, smiled slightly, and then said,

That Emperor Wei Wudi's face was gloomy, and after looking around, the generals around him were all covered in blood, full of sadness, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly and sigh, looking at the mighty generals in front of him, he dispersed the heroic spirit in his chest, and shouted loudly, Yun Changgong is not harmed. ”

In the corner of the tavern, Zhong Lijiu leaned on the seat, picked up the coarse porcelain wine bowl, closed his eyes slightly, shook his head gently, leisurely, listened to the old master talk about the wonders, raised his head and drank Du Kang's old wine, and sighed.

Zhang Tie was still carrying a long knife, a pair of eagle eyes scanned the surrounding crowd with emotion, Qi Chen was sitting precariously, and he also paid attention to everyone around him.

Tie Lingshuang sat in the innermost, stuffy and eating, the Yangtze River Chibi, the land of fish and rice, there is not much else, that is, there are many fish, and the dishes in the small shop are mainly fish.

The one-inch-long jet-black small fish can only be caught every spring, so it is called spring fish, stained with a thin layer of noodles, fried is the most delicious, and the soup is even more fragrant.

The two-foot-long old perch, after the scales are removed, steamed, sprinkled with dark red ginger shreds marinated in brown sugar, also called burning chibi, at this time, Tie Lingshuang has already eaten seven or eight, but fortunately, the silver is enough.

Xiao Ya sat next to Tie Lingshuang, picked up small chopsticks, and kept picking up small pieces of golden meat cakes and putting them in front of Tie Lingshuang.

Legend has it that during the Warring States Period, the king of Chu liked to eat fish, and he was not happy with no fish at every meal, but the fish meat had thorns, and every time he ate fish, he was pricked in his tongue and throat, and he killed a bunch of cooks.

Kill the fish and remove the scales, shave off the fish bones, mix in the pork and mutton that is as thin as a hair, stir two eggs again, steam into fish cakes, soft and glutinous and fragrant, melt in the mouth, and be delicious through the ages.

The chef in this tavern seems to have studied a lot of food, and instead of steaming the ground, he uses low-fire sesame oil to slowly fry it into golden fish cakes, which not only have the soft fragrance of fish cakes, but also have layers of crispiness, adding more flavor.

It is also to drink the water of the Yangtze River for a day, pushing the boat for a hundred and ten miles, Tie Lingshuang is hungry, the comers do not refuse, a mouthful of fish cakes, a mouthful of burning Chibi, and then a mouthful of spring fish soup, the store is like flowing water to serve a big fish, a plate of fish cakes.

Until the old storyteller, the ruler tapped on the table and shouted, "I want to know what happens next, and I will decompose it next time." The crowd inside and outside here dispersed unsatisfied, and Tie Lingshuang put down his chopsticks.

He raised his head and poured a bowl of lotus seed soup, took the handkerchief handed over by Xiaoya, wiped his mouth, looked at the rouge white tiger beside him looking at himself with interest, pulled down the corner of his mouth and turned his head.

Zhong Lijiu turned his head and whispered a few words to Zhang Tie, Zhang Tie nodded, walked to the old master's side, took out a shining silver ingot from his arms, and offered it with both hands.

The old master wanted to receive such a big piece of silver for the first time, so he hurriedly put down the ring ruler, bowed down to thank him, begged for life by the river all the year round, and saw the characters from all over the world, the old master had already seen that the temperament of the people at this table was extraordinary, and he walked forward quickly and bowed slightly towards Zhong Lijiu,

"Greetings to my lords, people of the countryside. ”

Zhong Lijiu smiled faintly and asked softly,

"The battle of Chibi that Mr. said today seems to be quite different from the official history, but it is clever, insightful, subtle, and even more extraordinary, and extremely profound, I don't know which of you wrote it?"

I didn't feel offended at all, and the old master looked admiring,

"Adult Mingjian, the student was poor in his early years, when he wandered in Yangzhou Mansion, he worshiped Huhai Sanren as a teacher, and the first teacher had written "Sui and Tang Dynasties", "Popular Romance of the Three Kingdoms", "Three Sui Ping Demon Biography" and other popular lectures, and students most respected "Three Kingdoms", so they talked about it more. ”

Zhongli Jiu's eyes lit up and asked softly,

"Huhai Sanren? Could it be Mr. Luo Ben Luo Guanzhong of the Jiangsu and Zhejiang generation during the Hongwu period?"

The old master bowed and nodded yes, Zhong Lijiu sighed,

"I have long heard rumors among the people that Mr. Guanzhong is good at taking history as the key link, seeing the subtle knowledge, the articles are vertical and horizontal, and the heroic atmosphere is stirring.

This is a bit of Meng Lang, this dynasty published and printed books, mainly the four books and five classics of Confucian classics, and then the rest of the history books canonical, such popular romance does not enter the official history, has always been disliked by everyone in the literary world, only circulated in the countryside.

If you want to print, you need to spend a lot of money to the merchants, and most of these people are turned away, and most of these people are poor, so most of the manuscripts are bought cheap pen and ink to copy by themselves, cherished and valued, even if relatives and friends want to take a look, it is as difficult as climbing to the sky, Zhong Lijiu is so blatantly begging for the first time is really not a gentleman's style.

Zhang Tie glanced at the old master with a slightly hesitant face in a little surprise, and didn't find anything abnormal, he couldn't help but retract his thoughts, Tie Lingshuang glanced at Zhong Lijiu who was full of interest contemptuously, and opened his mouth to sarcastically,

The ancients once said that the article is to carry the truth given by God to future generations, and it can be called unfilial piety if it is borrowed from others without authorization. ”

"Hahaha"

Zhongli Jiu looked up to the sky and laughed, stood up, bowed to the embarrassed old master, and said with a smile,

"It's rude on my part to embarrass my husband. ”

The old master was only a little hesitant, but at this moment he was suddenly crowned with an unfilial hat by Tie Lingshuang, and he was embarrassed, and after listening to the apology at this time, he couldn't help but sigh secretly that he had a small belly and chicken intestines, and said apologetically,

"Let the adults laugh, when the family teacher passed the book to my disciples, he once said that if there is a size of the land, a courtyard should be built, and thousands of books should be collected for the students of the world to circulate. It's a pity that my generation is poor, I have two sets of books at home, one is the manuscript of the master, the paper is too old, I am afraid that it will be broken, and the other is my transcription over the years, and I will go to get the book after a while. ”

Softly persuading the old master, Zhong Lijiu walked to the counter and whispered to the fat shopkeeper for a while, and after a while, Zhong Lijiu carried two jars of wine and a pack of fish cakes, and said to Zhang Tie,

"This Du Kang wine is very good, they will carry all the wine to the ship later, you don't have to wait for me, go back to the ship first. ”

After that, he lifted the wine jar, chuckled at the old master, and said,

"I am willing to lend my collection of books, and send an owl to open the lock fish. ”

During the Song Dynasty, the folk collection of books was extremely abundant, and if the readers wanted to borrow books, most of them would carry a jar of wine and a fresh fish as a gift, as a key to open the study, and they could only look at it, not take it away.

The old master laughed, and led the way, and the two laughed softly along the gravel path, and in a short time, they disappeared into the depths of the alley.

On the small boat, several small servants were carrying large wine jars towards the small boat on the dock not far away, Tie Lingshuang sat on the bow of the boat, closed her eyes and breathed, and Xiao Ya yawned and squatted behind her.

After pushing the boat underwater for several days in a row, he was accustomed to all kinds of strange cultivation methods for so many years, and although he was extremely tired, he recovered a little bit of strength after a big meal.

The river gently slapped the side of the boat, the boat shook gently, Tie Lingshuang breathed softly, since the river was out of the river, the heartbeat that had been rushing gradually stabilized and slower and slower with the gentle exhalation, and the qi and blood in the body were no longer violent, flowing slowly, soothing the aches and pains around the body.

Originally, the golden wings were really solved, as long as the qi and blood were shaken, the heart beat violently, the qi and blood rolled like waves, and a few blood veins swept by, and they could give birth to an out-of-phase effect, and the power was infinite, but the pain was severe all over the body, and only the feeling of struggling to tear the body with blood could barely control that power.

Blood is gushing, and wherever there is pain in its passing, it is an injury. If the internal breath is still there, and the internal view is already in the body, you can see that from the heart to the blood veins around the body, there are small lacerations.

The recovery speed of his body injuries is very fast, he didn't pay attention to it when he was a child, if he accidentally injured himself by secretly practicing swordsmanship in Qingcheng Mountain, most of the small wounds would only have a shallow trace every other day.

Later, on the shore of Xuanwu Lake, the internal breath was abolished, and he was covered with injuries, and then the healing speed of the wound was slow, but it was still much faster to teach ordinary qi refiners.

To forcibly repair the internal injuries caused by the violent fluctuations of the bloodline with the recovery speed of the body, this golden wing is really suitable for his own kung fu, but if the internal breath is still there, I think I would have been able to see the evil dragon a long time ago.

If the Nine Heavens True Dragon violates the way of heaven, it is called the evil dragon, and it has its own heavenly punishment, thinking of the surging demonic energy at the top of the Open Heaven Rock, Tie Lingshuang opened his eyes and looked at the undulating river in front of him.

The body of the real dragon, the four-clawed dragon, is made of the fish leaping over the dragon gate, and the snake is transformed by the thunderstorm, but the five-clawed dragon is not like this.

The place where the aura of heaven and earth is extremely heavy, conceived for thousands of years, will give birth to an egg by itself, and then after a thousand years of warmth, it will come out of the shell, that is, it will become the body of a spirit beast. For the dragon, the five claws are the dragon, the phoenix is the colorful phoenix, and the beast is covered with scales and armor and the forehead horns are the unicorn, and there is also a special aura, turning into a Kunpeng, a turtle and other forms, born and Vientiane, can be transformed into a human form, and it is a divine beast.

In the same way, where the earth and the earth are mixed, fierce beasts can also be born. Divine beasts and fierce beasts are bound to become fire and water, and they will fight when they see it, and they will rest until they die.

But since Zhong Lijiu is the body of a divine dragon, conceived by the aura of heaven and earth, he should be free in the world, but now that he is in the hidden guard, it is normal to chase after the immortals and the like, what is the purpose of vain self-enchantment at the expense of heavenly punishment, is it just to compete with the immortals? And why did he learn art Qingcheng? Why did he betray the sect and imprison himself? And for the sake of meddling?

Frowning slightly, Tie Lingshuang thought about the name when he first arrived at Qingcheng Mountain, Yang Yuqing.

Yang Yuqing, the red-clothed tiger on Qingcheng Mountain, once shouted this name when he first met, he had never heard of this name, he was hungry and tired and didn't think much about it, but then he vaguely guessed that Yang Yuqing should have something to do with him, and it was probably his mother.

But the mother's name is not Yang Yuqing, it is said that the mother's mother has been seriously injured before, could it be that Zhonglijiu and his mother had a grudge before, and they only intervened in the Jingjing, which has been extended to the next generation, to their own place?

Hearing the yawning sound around him getting louder and louder, Tie Lingshuang came back to her senses, sighed softly, and shook Xiaoya beside her,

"You go down to sleep first, I still have to cultivate for a long time. ”

Xiao Ya rubbed her red eyes, nodded slightly, glanced at the shore path twice, and secretly gestured a few times.

Tie Lingshuang laughed angrily at Xiao Ya, her angry questions dissipated, and she was about to slap her head hard, watching her cover her head and hide aside, she could only shake her head lightly, and said,

"Listen to you, I don't care about him. ”