In this whole world, there are hundreds of schools, each with its own strengths and advantages, both the great sages who have helped the people in the world, and the craftsmen who are proficient in strange skills. The romance that the people of Dayao City like to see comes from the hands of hundreds of novelists, although some of them are difficult to get into the elegant hall, once a new chapter is born, but it is for the people to scramble, and the reputation of the people is not inferior to the prince.

Legend has it that the woman in the boudoir has read the words of a novelist, and swore that she will not marry that person in this life, and after meeting after going through twists and turns, she found that the old man in front of her was already in his old age. Categorically did not expect to be able to write such a lingering and sympathetic text in front of the meeting, when the description of the old man was unbearable, the woman immediately jumped into the surging river on the side.

However, compared with not many boudoir texts, the spitting romance in the mouth of the storyteller is the most suitable for the taste of the old man. These words, which are mixed with wild history and rivers and lakes, not only make the Dayao historians sad, but also the content that the peddlers and pawns, up to the princes and princes, and sometimes change their faces to tell the secret affairs of the dynasty that the historians of the Dayao officials dare not tell.

While the novelist's text was stylized by the bookstore, the stingy people took out a few copper plates, put them on their benches, and went to a fixed place in the afternoon, forcibly occupied the front row, and waited for the storyteller in the long shirt to come.

The storyteller, dressed in a patched robe, arrived, a bowl of throat-moistening tea, a piece of wood, a three-stringed piano, and himself, there were only four things. Shaking his head, pointing fingers, laughing and scolding, sometimes pretending to be a man, sometimes pretending to be a woman, humorous and funny, dizzying, laughing endlessly. When it comes to the important point, there is also laughter on the field; when it comes to sorrow, the voice is hoarse, like crying, tears are falling, and the people who listen to the book often can't help themselves, tears flow, plus the string sound is low, it seems to be broken but not broken, and the sorrow comes from it, and no one in the whole book field is sad and no one is not sad.

"Let's say that the young man with the sword, dressed in white without any black, said that it was too late and that it was fast, and the sword in his hand was in front of the thief..."

The startled wood slammed on the oil-stained tabletop, and the sound was like thunder, which woke up Wei Changpan, who was in a state of chaos.

With a splitting headache, it was difficult for his eyes to even squint a slit, and the cheers came from under him in unison, followed by the sound of swords fighting, fighting, shouting and scolding....

Did he have time to think about it, there was still the touch of a hard object on his chest, and the dagger was still there, which made him feel a little more relieved, and then he had to force himself up and go out to find out.

However, as soon as Wei Changpan opened his eyes, his eyes were filled with a face that had been smeared with too much fat powder, and when he saw the beauties in the Xiaoqing Building, his natural makeup was pleasing to the eye, and he was shocked by the scene in front of him, and subconsciously wanted to hold up his hands and shrink back.

Then the heartache of his arm was not enough to support him in such an activity, and the unusually strong arm would not allow him to make any movements.

"Oh hey, I broke so many bones, I don't lie down honestly, why do you still think about it, lie down, lie down. The woman who could scrape off half a catty of fat powder on her face pressed Wei Changpan back into the warm futon, and tucked the corner of the quilt for him, "When I picked you up that day, I thought you wouldn't survive for three days, and now you will be alive and well, please Lang Zhong's dozen taels of silver are really not in vain..."

The woman chattered, turned around and put a hairpin in the bun on her head in front of the bronze mirror, and then in a hurry, she brought a bowl of pungent medicine when she smelled, scooped up a spoonful and fed it to Wei Changpan's mouth, even though the latter resisted in every possible way, she was still pinched by this woman and poured the medicine down.

Wei Changpan, who was poured a bowl of hard-to-swallow decoction like this, was thrown over a few things by splitting his head and covering his face, among which was his dagger, which was a relic of Qian Erye Wei Changpan was extremely precious, and he used the arm that could still move to put the dagger into his arms, and during the process, he touched the hard object on his chest, which was originally a splint.

"Don't blame me for not reminding you, I'm afraid you can't count the broken bones on your body, just lie down. The woman who took a final look at herself in front of the bronze mirror was very satisfied, and said to Wei Changpan before leaving the house, "Since I rescued you back, there is no reason to throw you out." ”

"Where is this?"

"Wuhang City, Rouge Lane. ”

With that, the woman who was accustomed to wearing a shirt and half-breasted went out, and the door closed when the hem of the skirt dragged the floor out of the threshold.

The noise was much louder, and the storyteller began to laugh at the passage, and the pipa played a brisk tune, but he had heard it in the Xiaoqing Building, and he sighed.

Wei Changpan lay on the soft futon, opened his eyes and looked at the beams, recalling his previous encounter, as if he was in a different world.

....

The deputy owner of the Yanyu Building who was a lupine towel threw down the white feather fan that he once loved, pulled out his sword, and tried his best to protect the ferry he and Yu Wenzhao were on to escape.

However, no matter how the boat is rocked, it is still not as good as riding a horse, those Dayao officers and soldiers with military status have two people calmly open the bow and crossbow in their hands, and show off their skills to take the left and right eyes of the boat that does not know how to do any effort, Wei Changpan, who leaned over in the cabin, was quick and pulled the boat back, which made the boat avoid the two arrows.

The two horsemen who were angry no longer had the mind of a cat playing a mouse, and the next two arrows were unavoidable, nailed into the chest of the boat.

There was a wanton laugh on the shore, and the boat without the boat gradually slowed down, and soon became still, and the lush grass and trees beside the wild river made the hooves of the two horses who rode and shoot slow, and the distance was only more than 20 zhang, so that the two of them could also rank in the middle of the 100 people, and the thieves of the Yanyulou who were still cowering in the cabin were used as arrows to practice their hands.

The two who kept screaming and scolding were all foul language, and the bows and arrows were aimed at the bow and stern of the boat, in case the people and dogs in them jumped over the wall and wanted to enter the water.

One of them was a little out of breath, and shot an arrow first, grazing a few inches next to Yu Wenzhao's face, so that she couldn't help but exclaim, although Wei Changpan covered her mouth after a while, the sound still reached the ears of the two people on the shore.

After glancing at each other, the two men smiled understandingly, listening to the previous voice, like a young girl.

The older cavalry with a few beards swallowed his saliva, in Da Yao's army, there are definitely fewer women to see than the generals who can be seen, and even if there is, it is the family of a certain general, which is what these big-headed soldiers can touch? Go to the kiln near the station to put out the fire, and the little silver can be lost a few times a year, so that a few singles soldiers with strong blood and strength look up and down a little when they see the mare under the crotch.

The only thing that was still hiding in this cabin at this time was a half-grown boy and the young lady who had spoken before. The two rode closer to the boat, and were no more than three feet away from the boat, and both were sure that they would shoot through the thin canopy without a few arrows, and then shoot the men and turn back.

But in this way, it is a pity, and both of them can see the lustful fire in each other's eyes, so they both dismount together, throw their bows and arrows and their coats on the shore, draw their sabers and swim into the water.

The two horsemen who were both in the water approached the bow and stern of the boat respectively, and the movement was not small, but the two people inside did not react, but they were afraid that they were stupid, and they couldn't wait to climb onto the boat.

They were greeted with knives.

There was not much gold and silver in the boat that Yanyulou escaped, in fact, the silver taels in the cellar of the island in the middle of the lake were empty, and the most in the boat were swords.

The heavy knife in the shape of a slashing saber, Wei Changpan, was particularly difficult to swing down, but the young horseman, who was powerless in the water, could only raise the saber in his hand to block, but was smashed and sank into the water.

Fang just climbed to the stern of the boat, the older cavalry was stunned for a moment, and then he was about to raise his knife to sneak attack Wei Changpan's vest, but he didn't guard against his feet, and a short sword pierced his lower abdomen from the bottom up at a tricky angle.

He never expected that the little lady locked in the shadows would suddenly get up and stab him with this sword, but it was too late to regret it, Wei Changpan, who was dragging a heavy slashing knife, picked up this uncontrollable knife and cut off his head.

The young horseman who had sunk into the water came to the fore, and the head of the older horseman struck him in the face, along with a heavy saber.

Wei Changpan, who killed for the first time in his life, rushed to the stern, rocked the oar, and shouted into the cabin after landing:

"Run east, keep running east, and it will be safe when you reach Wuhang City. ”

She jumped ashore and ran.

Wei Changpan, who picked up the saber left behind from the riding shooting, weighed the weight of the knife in his hand, it was not very heavy, and he would not be too tired when he ran.

He propped the boat up to the shore of the two mounted mounts, mounted one of them, raised his knife at the approaching billowing smoke and dust, and then ran in the opposite direction from Yu Wenzhao.

A young man with empty courage can be used in front of the skillful riding and archery of a bow horse, that is, courage and luck.

The knight behind him seemed to think that killing him with an arrow was not enough to vent his anger, or that those arrows that were very different from the common arrows were too expensive, and the price dropped to kill him.

Wei Changpan, who was chased by a few horses calmly, didn't know how many times, and the arm holding the knife was also slashed by a fierce sheathed knife, but he ran with a strong breath, and was kicked in the back of the heart by the knight behind him, who finally ran out of patience, and he fell forward, rolled into a deep pit and fell unconscious.

The pit broke many more bones for him, but it also made the cavalry shooters who were supposed to mend their swords leave.

Qian Erye and the Zhangjia gun in Qishan County tempered his physique, and saved his life in the moment of life and death.

When Wei Changpan woke up from a coma, he struggled to crawl out of the pit, and then fell into a coma again.

There was another noisy cheer accompanied by the woman's coquettish laughter, and Wei Changpan, who was very tired and tired, closed his eyes and fell asleep.