readx;? Chapter 2: Penny (3)

Weak, if you can use one word to describe Ning Xiaofei at this moment, weakness is the most suitable. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Since he left Wagang Mountain, there has never been a moment when he felt as weak as he is now. Even when it fell into the hands of Guo Yunming, it seemed to be much stronger than now.

At that time, although he was walking on the edge of life and death every day, he was still able to shake his spirit and fight with his surname Guo every day, and almost escaped. And now, although his treatment is much safer than then, and no one forces him to admit that he is Shi Yanbao, the second prince of the previous dynasty, he has completely lost control of his life. Lives entirely on the charity of constant thoughts.,And always regarded as a burden and a disaster by most of the people around him.。

Indeed, Chang Si used a tough way that no one could have expected, allowing him to temporarily get rid of the embarrassment of being the true and false second prince. It is also true that he is now a completely free man on the surface, and no one will ever put him in a carriage again, and he will be watched, eating, drinking, and lazar. But the invisible cage is stronger than the visible cage most of the time, and so narrow that it is almost impossible to breathe.

At the beginning, he wanted to escape but couldn't find a suitable opportunity, but now, even if there are 10,000 opportunities in front of him, he can't run anymore. At the beginning, even if he stood in front of the civil and military ministers of the previous dynasty, he dared to confidently deny that he was Shi Yanbao. Now, if Liu Zhiyuan sends a large army to suppress the border, he will stand up as Shi Yanbao to eliminate the war, but it is his duty!

The woman he likes is here, although since the Taoist temple escaped, he and Chang Wanying, after ten days and half a month, it is difficult to see each other again; the elders he respects are also here, although Ning Caichen has no real blood relationship with him, and the time and place of his reunion with him are very strange; so far in his life, the only and best friend is still here, although Han Chongyun is Chang Si's eldest son-in-law, everything he does now must put the interests of the Chang family first.

However, these three people are already the only contact he has in this world. With these people in mind, or with these three people in mind, he knew that he was still alive, with a name and a surname, flesh and blood, a past and a future, just like a normal person. If these three people are also dragged to death by him, he will be completely unclear about who he is and what is the meaning of living in this world?

Who am I, where do I come from, where am I going?

If Ning Xiaofei had been born a thousand years later, he would have found that the powerlessness and confusion he felt now did not belong to him alone. In fact, there have been countless people in the history of mankind who, at the same age, have had the same confusion as him.

These three issues transcend time and space, regardless of race, ethnicity, language or geography. From Socrates to Confucius more than a thousand years before him, and from Shakespeare to Wang Yangming hundreds of years after his time, they have all been troubled by similar questions, and no one has been able to give a definite answer.

Am I Shi Yanbao or not, if I am not Shi Yanbao, who am I?

Where did I come from? Why did they say that the Great Jin Palace, the Shanglin Garden, and the Zheng Wangfu they talked about, I don't have any impression in my memory.

Where am I going next? What am I going to do? Do I just wait, as Chang Si said, just squat in the valley of Zelu, and wait for Liu Zhiyuan to completely forget about me? Or, as Ning Caichen said, wait for the next change of dynasty? But after that, I can finally live harmlessly from humans and animals, and then what can I do besides live?!

Ning Xiaofei is not stupid, but he has a very serious injury on his head. But those three thousand-year-old questions that travel through time and space are the smarter people are, the more difficult it is to break free.

Thinking in a daze, he wandered through the bleak and dilapidated streets. A patrolling soldier took the initiative to greet Ning Du, but he dealt with it with his instinctive reaction. There were local officials who tried to get close to General Ning, a henchman beside Jiedu, but they were also taken aback by his unruly appearance. barely chatted a few words, and then took the initiative to escape.

As a result, Ning Xiaofei, a lonely ghost and a wild ghost, left Luzhou City in a daze. In a daze, he got on the official road to the southeast. I walked four or five miles under the sun in the middle of summer, until I suddenly heard the sound of a messy horse's hooves, and then I shivered, like waking up from a dream.

"There is an enemy!" In the next moment, with the agility of his own fat body, he climbed to the canopy of a large tree on the side of the road, and pressed the handle of the knife on his waist with one hand.

Before, he followed the Wagang heroes to roll on the head of the knife, and in the last two months, he has followed Chang Si, a veteran ruffian, to be taught by his words and deeds, even if it is a piece of rotten wood, he has also been carved out of the seven tricks. What's more, having experienced several times more tribulations than his peers, his heart and muscles have developed an extremely keen intuition about danger.

"Their target is not Luzhou City!" Looking through the dense poplar leaves, Ning Ziming quickly judged the enemy situation in his heart based on the results he observed. "They don't come from the same place, looking at the banner, it should be four, five, it should be seven or eight forces acting together. The cavalry, the soldiers on horseback, were probably in their early two thousands. Foot soldiers, and all the other people who did not ride horses, if they were all foot soldiers, would be eight thousand to ten thousand!"

The scale of nearly 10,000 soldiers and horses has far exceeded the defenders in Luzhou City, and compared with the descendants of Chang Sisuo, it is more than ten times higher. Therefore, it is no wonder that they did not put Chang Si in their eyes.

Perhaps, such an arrogant act of theirs itself implies a demonstration to the newcomers, 'Don't mess with me, you are honest as your peace officer in the city, and we will not embarrass you.' If you don't know how to lift, the two sides will fight each other, and there may not be any good fruit to eat with your surname!"

"Who is the head of this group? Seven or eight forces are gathered together, and it is impossible for there to be no one who is in charge of the overall situation. If you can find the guy who is in charge of the overall situation, how about Chang Si who the opponent is?" Holding the trunk firmly with his legs, Ning Ziming's muscles tightened all over his body, and his mind turned as fast as lightning.

All the troubles that had previously plagued him, including powerlessness and confusion, quickly disappeared. In its place, there was a certain excitement and tension that had not been seen for a long time. He found that he was suddenly alive again, and that his life was incomparably clear and real.

There was a wind in his ears, gently lapping his cheeks. There was a floral scent between the nostrils, mixed with the foul smell of livestock. The poplar leaves in front of me are as green as emerald, and they are crystal clear by the sun. It's so clear that you can't wait to open your mouth to take a bite and taste the bitterness and freshness of life.

The taste of the leaves is bitter, slightly cool, like a horizontal knife hidden in a sheath. The horizontal knife in his hand was cold, and the trunk between his legs was hot, hotter than the trunk, and it was the sunlight that shone through the gaps in the leaves above his head, penetrating his robe, underwear, and skin, and burning the blood all over his body.

Seven or eight horses rushed past him, followed by more than twenty. I don't know if it's deliberate showmanship, or if it's just arrogant, the cavalry in that team, wave after wave, regiment, rampage, regardless of it. No one cares if a horse's hooves trample on the field, and no one cares if a horse's legs knock over a crop. The sky and the earth are theirs, and they can do whatever they want, and no one is qualified to bind them.

After the cavalry of the brigade, there were more than 100 high-rollers wearing Mingguang armor. The leader was eight feet tall, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and a leopard's head and eyes. On the chin, it looks like a tuft of goatee. Suddenly, the majestic aura on his body was reduced by more than half, no matter how you look at it, it is a little nondescript.

"Old five, old seven, catch up, tell these little kings and eight calves, accumulate some virtue for Lao Tzu, don't deliberately step on other people's crops! This time we are going to the party to find Yang Lao Scar to seek justice, and it has nothing to do with others!" Goatee didn't expect that someone would dare not to flee immediately after hearing the sound of horses' hooves, but chose to stay nearby to observe the military situation, and had no defense against Ning Ziming, who was hiding in the canopy. While sitting in the saddle and pointing the country, he commanded loudly.

"Yes, Brother Liu!" the goatee left and right, and a clear response immediately sounded. Immediately, a high-roller riding a peach blossom horse and a high-roller riding a white dragon horse divided into two ways, left and right, and chased after the cavalry in front of them. While chasing, he whipped around with a leather whip, "Don't run, don't run." Try not to trample on the crops. This time, we will only deal with the fooled Yang family, and we will not involve other innocents!"

"Don't run, don't run. Try not to trample on the crops. It's time to harvest the summer grain soon, and now that the grain has been trampled on, it's too late to replant buckwheat!" Some small leaders with good consciences, as well as some ordinary villagers who are old enough to do things, followed the words of the two "village masters" and issued advice to their peers around them.

"Don't step on it, don't step on it! Alas, we didn't mean to. This path is too narrow! There are puddles of water everywhere!" The cavalrymen replied with a mouthful of tongues, but the horses under their crotches continued to gallop unscrupulously. The crops belong to someone else, and the crops belong to someone else. This year, there is no harvest, and it is others who are starving, and others will not have time to replant buckwheat, what does it matter to them?

"Woo-woo, woo-woo, woo-woo-woo——!" just as the cavalry was shouting and delighting in destruction. In the direction of Luzhou City, there was finally a hoarse horn sound. The officers and soldiers stationed here were dispatched, and along the official road, they were like a swimming earthworm.

"Grandma's, it's really troublesome!" Five feet away from Ning Ziming's feet, Boss Liu, a goatee, pulled his mount impatiently. "Tell you to be careful, be careful, and you won't listen. Come on, set up a formation along both sides of the official road, since Lao Tzu is passing by, I have to say hello to Lord Thorn Shi!"

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