The ancient road is westerly, a skinny yellow horse is tied to a tree, with a weak snort, a few black crows on the branches are croaking so annoyingly, an inconspicuous old man slowly turns from behind the tree, fastens his belt, looks helpless, is not clean, looks up and goes to the crow to shh a few times, but those crows are worthy of the birds that grow near the city, than the old sparrows on the Spring God Lake have seen the wind and waves, and they are not afraid of the bluffing old man under the tree. The old guy wasn't angry either.

Picked up the reins of the horse with one hand, led the horse slowly, reached out and weighed the rag money bag, the copper money was not much, and then there were relatives who glanced at the horse that accompanied him all the way, the yellow horse was nicknamed Xiao Huang, and the old man's own son in general, never ridden, if there were only reeds that could only be made into a mattress, it must have been for Xiao Huang to sleep first. Alas, people are poor, short horses, thin and long, in fact, the silver taels originally carried with them are enough to have enough food and clothing from the north to the east, thousands of miles away, the old man eats and sleeps in the open, there is no expense, it is nothing more than the stomach wine bugs are making a lot of noise, only to go to the city downtown or roadside wine stalls to buy a pot of wine to satisfy their hunger, but along the way, bumped into a few poor people, this silver is also like splashing water and spent out, before the son said that the troubled world is not as good as the Taiping dog, but now this is said to be the prosperous era of Haiyan Qingping, but not everyone can be lucky to be the Taiping people who raise the Taiping dog, the old man who does not untie the long cloth bag behind him is a Xishu person, and he has also gone to a lot of places in this life, I think I am not the high-roller who helps the poor and saves the poor, but he is really walking outside, there is a degree more than the rich, no matter how rich the world is, can he compare to the Son of Heaven and his son?

If you say that your life experience is more miserable, there is no bottom, there is no most bitterness, only more suffering. On this trip, the last time I paid a large sum of money was to cross the river, but it was not to pay the cheap boat fare of dozens of dollars, the two boat girls on the boat were the mother and daughter, the captain was the head of the family, the sharp-beaked monkey cheeks, and the boat was only a while before shouting tired, so that the daughter-in-law took over and squatted on the bow of the boat to play dice, and the gambling addiction was very big. When crossing the river before reaching the shore, the man's eyes were sharp, and when he saw the old man showing the yellow and white in the money bag, he asked him with a shy face if he wanted to open a meat, at first he thought that the boat could make a few carp salvaged in the river, and there happened to be a small half pot of wine in the wine pot, so he agreed to come down, and when he saw the mother and his wife heard it, he began to take off the thin clothes that he sewed and mended with an expressionless face, and the old man was frightened very much, only to know that they were making a living as prostitutes in the boat, and quickly stopped them.

Don't look at the old man's past travels with his son, he met a bold village woman sighing and breastfeeding the little baby, he would look straight in the eyes, take root under his feet, and have to pull the son to pull it before he is willing to go, if you really want to do a serious thing with a real knife and a real gun, the old man really can't do it, not to mention how old the two are, they can be his daughter and granddaughter, especially the real age of the female doll is only thirteen or fourteen years old, plus the family is poor and can't eat, looking at the rich girl's eleven or twelve years old, do this thing must not be damned? Take another 10,000 steps back and say, the prime minister's concierge is the third-grade official of Zhang Shoufu's concierge, and it can't compare to the Beiliang Wangfu where my Lao Huang is located, right?

With my old yellow to the son of weaving a dozen pairs of straw sandals, there is no shortage of it, when the son inadvertently mentioned such a stubble, said back to Beiliang, to help find a warm quilt daughter-in-law. Lao Huang thought of this, smiled innocently, and subconsciously swallowed his saliva, of course the beautiful yellow flower girl didn't dare to spoil it, the charm of the still existed, and she didn't think she was worthy, but at that time, Lao Huang still hoped that there would be a white and tender girl rolling the sheets, that is, she was polite and polite with your son, and the son took it seriously.

Lao Huang slapped himself in the face, and said to himself, let you be a master in old yellow clothes, you should practice swords when you were not a blacksmith, but it was just to get close to those women, why do you practice stupidly when you practice, and you will be so ambitious and beautiful intentions as if you were soaking in urine? Childe is a big learner, but not sour crepe, speaking is especially comfortable, every time stealing chickens and ducks or gnawing cucumbers and roasted sweet potatoes, when the mood is good, talk about that called a splendor, Lao Huang clearly remembers a saying, about to say that there is a kind of human heart in the world than the sky life is thinner than paper, all day long want to make contributions, but unfortunately the talent is not enough, the most damn sad. Lao Huang felt that this had explained all the great truths, and even a coarse person like him who couldn't read big words could understand it, hey, but he was praising him Lao Huang for having a few catties of strength to do a few catties and two catties? Lao Huang thought about it and secretly had fun, and as soon as he grinned, he found that the old man was missing two front teeth, which was very leaky. The old man and the thin horse walked slowly, but in the place under the sky, as long as they walked, no matter how long the distance was, there would always be an end, and this would not be able to see the majestic city as soon as they looked up?

Emperor Wu City, originally not called Emperor Wu City, but Linguan City, is a royal clan city in Dongyue in the Spring and Autumn Period, taken from a sentence in the poem of Zhang Shengren when he traveled to the East China Sea thousands of years ago: the east is adjacent to the Jieshi to view the sea. Later, Wang Xianzhi, who started to be an unknown junior, fought again and again in the rivers and lakes, was valued by the Dongyue royal family, accepted as a son-in-law, and wanted to borrow Wang Xianzhi's invincible force, raise troops to rebel and usurp the country, and after defeat, he hoped to die to the whole city, after being besieged, as a royal nobleman, he committed suicide in front of 60,000 soldiers in the city, and the Dongyue Emperor was still unwilling to let go, of course, it was not to say that he wanted to punish the nine clans, after all, if this is the case, killing and killing will not kill the emperor Lao'er himself?

But the slaughter of the city is inevitable, just at that time Wang Xianzhi and the contemporary sword god Li Chungang returned from the battle, and did not talk nonsense with the emperor, directly from outside the city to the city, the body of the city lord was sent back to the city, and then killed from the city to the outside of the city, so back and forth to kill three times, the last time, killed only thirty steps away from the Dongyue Emperor's tent, killing the Dongyue Sword Pool elite who had been the Dongyue Praetorian Guard for generations, Wang Xianzhi forced the emperor to make an oath under the city with the power of one person, which became the Wudi City in the Spring and Autumn Period in Dongyue, the older and more mysterious Wang Xianzhi stood in the East China Sea, proud of the rivers and lakes, and truly invincible in the world。

After the most Lu Liyang Dynasty unified the country, the next unprecedented old emperor had personally rushed to Emperor Wu City to have a secret conversation with Wang Xianzhi, one is the emperor of the world, the other is known as the man who can kill the land immortals, the world only knows that these two talk very happily, neither the Son of Heaven is angry, nor the husband is angry, after that, even if Emperor Wu City privately kills Zhao Gou people who spread the first rivers and lakes, the court only turns a blind eye. Now Wang Xianzhi has rarely fought with others, and the world no longer expects anyone to defeat this conceited martial artist who can discuss life and death with Lu Zu for five hundred years, the new sword god Deng Tai'a, and Cao Changqing in Tsing Yi, these legendary figures, in Emperor Wu City, are just fighting for an undefeated, and everyone has been worshiped as a celestial god, and ordinary masters are not worthy of seeing Wang Xianzhi, let alone asking Wang Lao Wei to fight the enemy with both hands. Then Wang Xianzhi himself, who proves the way of heaven with manpower, really wants to kill people, he is a land immortal, as long as he has not soared, I am afraid that he will hang in front of Wang Xianzhi.

The old man walked to the towering city gate, and the people in the rivers and lakes who entered the city together were all tall and graceful, not the fashionable body with red hair and iron arms and tendons, and felt that a sneeze could blow people away, or they were outstanding, wearing divine weapons, as if a fart could make the whole river and lake say that it was fragrant. The old man and the inferior horse were hungry and cold. The key is that before the old man entered the city, he deliberately slowed down his pace, and let a young woman in a large-sleeved gorgeous dress walk in front, staring at her two straight buttocks swaying from side to side, while taking out an ivory comb, combing her messy gray hair like a thatched nest, since the well-dressed and expensive beauty dared to come to Wudi City alone, it was definitely not the ordinary lady who could only play the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and the girl was red, and when she noticed the eyes behind her, she turned her head and glared, and saw that it was a bad old man who was leading a bad horse that was not like a mule, so she didn't care anymore, and went straight into the city with a cold snort。

The old man said to himself: "If my son-in-law and Wen Hua's boy see this little lady, the son-in-law should cheat Wen Hua's money again, right?"

After entering the city, the old man walked along the main road of the central city until he could see the wall of the city within the city, then sat down at the roadside wine stall, poured the copper coins in the money bag on the table, and grinned: "Xiao Er, come to the pot of good rice wine and cook it for me." ”

The shopkeeper believed that he was a local of Emperor Wu City, and he never looked down on the foreign martial artist, let alone such an old guy, so he rolled his eyes and said: "This copper coin is barely enough to exchange for a sip of rice wine." ”

Lao Huang Hanhan said with a smile: "Don't worry, take a sip, and enjoy a bowl with a smaller mouth, and it will be regarded as a bowl of wine." ”

After speaking, he ignored the eyes of the shopkeeper, looked up at the city, and said softly: "Childe, the wind is tight, but this time Lao Huang doesn't talk nonsense." (To be continued)