Two hundred and fourteen The Romance of the Sword
In the middle of the night, in the ancestral hall where the ground was renovated, the old man and Wei Changpan sat cross-legged on the futon, and the ever-bright lights illuminated the tablets and their faces of the previous dart masters of Wuhe Dart Bureau around them. The one-armed and one-legged old man was on the ground with a jujube stick in his hand, and the wind outside the ancestral hall was whimpering.
"Fifty people go, two people come back, I have heard about you. The old man was very dissatisfied with this, "If the generals who led the troops on the battlefield led the troops like you, would there still be soldiers available after a few battles?"
"It is indeed the best policy to lure away half of the combat power in the nameless valley with a few people, you can take people down to the valley to catch and fight with the barbarians, although it is half a sneak attack, you can kill one thousand enemies and lose eight hundred, can it be called clever?" The old man paused the jujube stick in his hand and shouted, "What's more, on the way back, several people were killed by the barbarians!"
"I thought that Zhang Wu's kid was a once-in-a-lifetime talent, but I didn't expect it to be such a stupid kid. β
In the end, the old man was so angry that he pinched the shiny jujube stick in his hand, which was a few years older than Wei Changpan, into two, "This is to train you Wei Changpan himself, but how to save the lives of the people and horses under your command, and also for you to experience one of them, this is your experience? β
Be a little guy who sprinkles and sweeps all his life.
He bowed his head and listened to the old man's admonition, not arguing for himself. If he had been familiar with the terrain of the grassland on the way, those who fell into the ice cave would not have died; if his martial arts realm had been on a higher level under that nameless valley, those Jinzhou rangers who fought for their lives would not have died; if the route he traveled in Jinju had been more tortuous and roundabout, no one would have died at the hands of the guards of the Kucha family.
"But do I say these things to make you fall like this?" the old man sneered, "In that case, it is better to accompany my old bones in this ancestral hall for the rest of your life..."
"No!" Wei Changpan raised his head suddenly, "I don't want to live like that!"
"Then why are you so depressed, did those dead people break your guts?"
"Because those men were born and died together.... Brothers. β
"If you are so careful, how can you kill tens of millions of people!" The old man's eyes were wide open and his beard was raised, "On the battlefield, if you want to die fewer people and your heart is not hardened, you will always be an obstacle to you! When more people die because of you, how should you deal with yourself!"
Speaking impassioned words, the old man was already halfway up, and then sat back on the futon, muttering, "At this age, you are far better than me, maybe you are too strict with you..."
With the not-so-bright lights in the room, Wei Changpan could barely see the dead ashes on the old man's face, which was by no means the face of a vigorous person.
couldn't wait for the old man to hide, Wei Changpan put his hand on the meridians of his wrist, and understood the old man's pulse with his knowledge of the three-legged cat in medical skills.... It shouldn't be a living person.
"Your body...."
"Twenty years ago, the man surnamed Ni said that I had to live the next few days one day at a time, and I had to endure for twenty years, and I stayed in this ancestral hall for twenty years, and it was almost time. β
After the old man finished speaking, it seemed that he had unloaded an extremely heavy burden, and that arm gently shook off Wei Changpan's pulse-holding hand, and slept on his back under the back of his head facing the sky, "The martial artist has spent his life tempering his body and bones, until he gives birth to that martial arts qi machine, and the martial arts realm climbs layer by layer, and finally he is invincible in a county, a state, and even a country, so what?"
It's not that the green silk will eventually become the bone between the mounds.
"Thinking back then, there was a person in the Jinzhou martial arts who could be among the top ten even if he looked at the whole territory of Dayao, and he was alone to exterminate a mortal enemy, and the first-class Jianghu sect was full of achievements, and how many people can match it today? Even if you want to see him in the history of Jinzhou, you have to see what the mood of this outstanding figure in the martial arts of my generation was on that day. β
"It is such a person whose ability and heart are higher than the sky, and one day he announced to the world, saying that he was going to do a big thing, so that the court would no longer interfere in the affairs of the rivers and lakes. You must know that whether it was then or now, even the life and death duel of the martial artists on the surface of the rivers and lakes was reported to the local government after signing the life and death certificate. β
"Those days were undoubtedly very dark for those who practiced martial arts, when as long as there were warriors with swords walking in the streets and alleys of a large city such as Jiyuancheng and were bumped into by officials, they would be brought to the yamen to see the personal lineage, and if they could not be searched, they would probably inevitably be imprisoned in the yamen. β
"However, a person as outstanding as the first martial artist in Jinju has to be treated as a guest wherever he goes, so naturally he will not stop the official who takes more than two taels of silver a month to see the inspection, but the one who often walks in the market, and the criticism of the martial artists of the rivers and lakes in the Dayao court is naturally seen clearly by the one. β
The old man squinted his eyes and remembered that period of time was extremely dark for these martial artists, Xu was the new monarch who had suffered an assassination led by the Dayao martial artists shortly after he ascended the throne, and the emperor was furious after his fate hung by a thread, and the group of top martial artists standing on the top of the twelve-story building of the martial arts did not have much impact, but only suffered those martial artists who were really fighting in the rivers and lakes.
The words that let the court no longer interfere in the affairs of the rivers and lakes reached the ears of the person, and the person said a word that is still regarded as a standard for the emperor of the dynasty. β
Where is not the king's land under the whole world, and who is not the king's minister on the shore of the land.
"In terms of his own combat strength, the first martial artist in Jinzhou, the top ten martial artists of Da Yao, is already a man on the top of the mountain, why should he risk the great disapproval of the world and openly run counter to the strategy of heavy literature and military suppression set by the imperial court and even the emperor?
Saying so many words in one breath seemed to have consumed a lot of mental and physical strength to the old man, and his chest rose and fell violently while coughing, making a sound as loud as a broken bellows.
The old man stopped Wei Changpan from helping him get up with a gesture, this story had been holding back in his heart for a long time, the news that the Dayao court deliberately blocked back then, and the old man who still knew about it today was very rare, and he didn't want to bring this story to the coffin.
After all, someone should always remember such a person!
"Wufu is not a literati, he can write flowery articles to coax the person who is willing to give up his criticism of Wufu, and in the eyes of us people, it is difficult to be reasonable, where is it effective to speak directly with fists and swords?"
The old man's cough subsided a little, and then his face gradually showed a glow due to the recollection of the unparalleled scene: "Then the blue-shirted sword entered the imperial city alone, and the three thousand armor soldiers couldn't be it." β
In due course, he was just a Jinzhou ranger who traveled to the capital of Dayao, and the court's criticism of the Jianghu Wufu finally reached its peak, and the state army had the government to report the case of the official errand and stop the interrogation of the Jianghu Wufu conflict and killing, and the Jianghu Wufu and the errand who died for this reason were no less than 100 people, and the third- and fourth-rate small sects had dismiss their disciples who were humiliated, and there was a door master who had a strong character, and opened a boxing gym in a county town for 30 yearsγ
There are countless cases of all kinds, and the documents issued by the imperial court have changed their taste in the hands of the officials of the yamen below, which was originally just a document for the wandering martial artists in the jurisdiction, but in the hands of these people, this small chicken feather has become an arrow, and every three or five people will take it to these small sects and beat it, and it is not counted that people are good at serving wine and food, and after they are full of wine and food, they must not have a bag of silver in the past, and more or less directly determine the time of these officials' next visit.
There are very few bad faces among martial artists, let alone such humiliation. He was a wandering ranger and left the Zhang family for most of the reason, and although the yamen in the city said that the Wuhe dart bureau was a first-class time-honored brand in the city and quite interesting, a lot of silver was sent up and down every year, but there were still a considerable number of small officials who went to the dart bureau compound to play the autumn breeze every other day.
After leaving Jinju, he walked to the boundary where the name of Guowu and Dart Bureau did not work, and after being beaten half to death by a local snake, he also took away his belongings and money.
He was so confused that even his personal blade was taken away, and he didn't know how long it took to reach the capital of Dayao.
Perhaps because his ragged clothes and even his blades had been taken away by the serpent of the land, he was a pure beggar when he entered the glorious city, and was almost stopped outside the city gate by the soldiers guarding the city gate.
Then he saw the first person in Jinju martial arts, one of the top ten martial artists of Da Yao, wearing a green shirt and a long sword, and walked into the city.
He had never seen such a sword in his life, and in front of such a sword, the iron armor and heavy shield were broken like paper, and half of the people in the capital witnessed the man strolling leisurely on the road of the capital, and the elite armor of Dayao guarding the capital of Gyeonggi rushed to the sword without fear of death, and the heavy cavalry with all men and horses hurriedly put on their armor and rushed into battle.
And the descendants, the horses, the swords, and the iron armor were to be shattered.
Even the eagle dogs raised by the imperial court and the elites at the sticky poles could only be slightly blocked, and the bed crossbows guarding the city were requisitioned to shoot them, and they even used torch stone carts at the expense of innocent people.
However, the sword went so carelessly, someone blocked the way and swung the sword, and no one walked away, from the city gate to the outside of the imperial city, he walked for a full half an hour.
The Imperial Forest Army and the guards guarding the Imperial City were arrayed outside the Imperial City, and hundreds of people no longer cared about the width and narrowness of the formation, but tried their best to increase the thickness, intending to keep that person out of the Imperial City.
No one knows what the two people who can be called the supreme people in the rivers and lakes and temples talked about.
But everyone knows that the sword then calmly went out of the city, and the Gyeonggi soldiers and horses could not be used.