For Zhu Yiqun and Young Master Zhu, the weather from Liangzhou to Yong'an is really bad.

At the beginning of February, under the temptation of his parents to "fill the road with delicious food in Kyoto," Zhu Dashao finally agreed to get in a carriage and go to Kyoto to study at the Yourong National Academy.

A hundred guards crossed the sword with a bow and a sword, and drove to the capital with a sword on their backs.

Zhu Dashao, who has listened to a lot of strange novels, thought that he should be like those young men in the story, all the way to the spring breeze and jade dew, bustling, but he didn't know that he had just gone out less than ten miles, and the scorching sun suddenly jumped out, and the gun picked up the stratus clouds, and the glory fell from the mighty glory, and directly helped him take a bath.

Zhu Dashao, who has always had extraordinary talent in the horizontal development of his body, hated the sun the most in his life, if he hadn't boasted about Haikou when he went out, and said "Ben Shao is determined to go out of the countryside, and he will not return if he does not become an official", I am afraid that he would have gone back at this time.

In the end, Zhu Dashao finally felt that face was more important, so he had to loudly scold the maid and shake the fan hard, while shouting that he wanted to drag the golden crow down and roast the meat to eat......

It was hot all the way, and when I was about to reach Yong'an, the sky finally turned cloudy, and then it rained lightly.

Zhu Dashao, who had been in a hurry for most of the day, heard the sound of rain, like a drunkard smelling the aroma of wine, his spirits were lifted, he sat up, snatched the fan in the maid's hand, looked out the window, shook it, and wanted to recite poetry.

When the guards saw the young master's expression, they knew that something was wrong, and quietly distanced themselves from the carriage, but the coachman and the personal maid couldn't leave, with a smile and a bitter expression, and the pain was incomparable.

Maybe God had also seen the power of Master Zhu's "divine poetry", so he hurriedly went to the East China Sea to find the old dragon king to rain more. It's a pity that the old dragon king was greedy for a cup last night, and after waking up, he couldn't stop Zhu Dashao in time. Just listen, the poetry -

Looking at the blue sky and dark clouds,

Such as...... It's going to rain.

Shake the fan and wait for dozens of breaths,

Really...... It's raining!

At the end of a poem, looking at the blue sky from afar, smiling, folding the fan and shaking it three times, a pair of "a talent will finally be displayed, who will chant this poem repeatedly", as if the world's talents are under his feet.

"Good poetry!

After Zhu Yiqun wrote a few poems, suddenly a sudden admiration came, and the old housekeeper's face was full of joy, as if he had just finished the room, and he came over in a daze, "Young master! The old slave thinks that this poem is wonderful! Not only is the words like pearls, elegant, but also rich in meaning, thought-provoking, it is simply a good poem that has never been seen before or since!"

The chief of the guard next to him secretly scolded the old butler for being shameless, and at the same time hurriedly laughed:

"Yes, young master, your poem is a poem with three sighs, and the aftermath is lingering, and it is peerless! Especially the two sighs of the second and fourth sentences, only these two sighs can become a poem!"

"Young master, the chief of the guard is very right, this poem can definitely be spread all over the world!"

"Spreading the world is small, this poem can definitely be passed on through the ages, and it will be beautiful for thousands of years!"

......

The faces of the people were full of admiration, as if they heard the sounds of heaven, and those with exaggerated expressions actually "cried with joy", and they were more intoxicated than the old housekeeper.

Zhu Yiqun looked at everyone's amazed looks, his face was satisfied, and he was very floating, and the feelings disturbed by the scorching heat on the way were empty, only to feel that if his poetry talent was not the first in the world, he was really blind to the eyes of the world.

However, it didn't take long for Piao Piao to float up.

The old dragon king was so ashamed of the human tragedy caused by his belated arrival, so he beat the drum and cried without dying, and for a while, the wind and rain were thrown, and the thunder and lightning were combined!

In the end, Young Master Zhu didn't have time to float for a while, and hurried to the city.

However, at this time, an unexpected problem arose -

The gate of Yong'an City is too small! Or rather, Master Zhu's salute is too big!

The Northern Xuanzhong Gate is one of the four main gates that can be driven by ten horses, and it is too easy to send some salutes in, but Master Zhu is an exception, his salute is not a few clothes, a few silver taels, it is simply a building car with a height of three zhang, a width of five zhang, and a length of ten zhang!

Although the height is slightly inferior to the city gate, you can see that the car on this floor is much wider than the city gate!

However, this building car can go out of Liangzhou, and naturally it can also enter the capital, except for the three main gates of the Xuanzhong Gate, one door is wider than the other, if you change the door, most of them can enter, but how can Kyoto be Liangzhou?

But Young Master Zhu didn't care about this, thinking that he had worked hard, basking in the sun, drenching in heavy rain, and making a good poem on the way, he just came to this ghost place, and he couldn't enter!

It just doesn't make sense!

Zhu Dashao thinks so, and the general flag guarding the city also thinks so.

This thing that looks like a pig gang and a brother has a similar brain, obviously it's a piece of shit, he still has to taste whether it's dog shit! But he tried this time, and directly blocked the only city gate, but this building car is reinforced with black iron, weighing more than a thousand pounds, ordinary people can't lift it at all, the building car does not move, the city gate is blocked, and the people outside cannot enter the city, they can only be drenched in the rain, how can this work?

Raining? Zhu Yiqun naturally didn't plan to do so, how could he let them stand in the rain? These untouchables should have helped them push their carts!

A cadre of guards was dispatched, both young and old, and he himself was irritable and half-lying in the carriage next to him, eating pineapples peeled by the maid, while looking at the figure of the people struggling to push the cart in the heavy rain.

The ears of the twelve horses in front of them squeezed their ears, the neighing of their buttocks, and the women, children, and old people in the back struggled and gasped in the rain, and the strong men were like bulls, mad.

This meeting made Zhu Dashao suddenly feel a little better, because he thought of watching cockfights and crickets at home.

The general banner guarding the city looked at Zhu Yiqun's interested face, and he couldn't wait to use all his strength to imprint the mud on his feet, but he thought of the grandfather who was the official behind the latter, so he had to clench his fists unwillingly, grit his teeth, and join the ranks of the cart.

I know it's futile, but it's helpless after all.

In the rain, the sky gradually darkened, and a seven or eight-year-old girl wiped the mud splashed in her eyes, and said in a low voice: "Mother, Huahua is hungry......"

A smaller child next to him also pouted and blinked in the heavy rain: "Mother, Xiaobao's stomach is also hungry......"

The woman was also pushing the cart, and when she heard the child's words, her face was wet, and the dry food in the bag had already been eaten when she was on the road, and she wanted to go into the city early to let the children eat some warm food, but she did not expect to encounter this kind of thing, except to hold the small bodies of the two children, she could do nothing.

In the rain –

The old man's waist became more and more rickety, and he began to wheez;

The child's tears began to weep like rain;

The strong man's eyes grew more and more scarlet and began to burn!

Thundered!

The spring thunder is in the sky, and the huge lightning slashes through the sky!

And then, at this very moment-

A white figure appeared on the ancient road in the distance.

With the Qiushui Yanling knife pinned to his waist, the bamboo basket behind him was green, the sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and the face was delicate, it seemed that it was just a moment, and he came to the front.

The person who came was a teenager, white-clothed and snowy, graceful, and not as cold as a traveler in the rain.

Everyone looked at the boy in amazement, and then they all involuntarily moved out of the way, as if nothing could stop the boy from his steps.

So, the young man walked, the building car was in front, and he drew his knife.

To be honest, the appearance of the knife is not good-looking, the body of the knife is densely covered with cracks, and it is so fragile that it will turn into pieces as if it is blown by a breeze, but no one notices that although it is raining so hard, there is no raindrop on the knife body.

The young man didn't say a word, and there was no expression on his face, but he walked unhurriedly, straight to the building car blocking the city gate.

Now even a fool knows what the young man is going to do, and the general flag guarding the city wants to stop it, and wants to say that this building car is the building car of Zuo Xiang's grandson, and it can't be cut!

An old man coughed behind him and shouted, Young man, stop! This building car is protected by dark iron, and I am afraid that the knife will not be able to cut it even if it is rolled.

Zhu Yiqun's guard chief didn't speak, he sneered and pulled out a big knife and struck at the back of the young man's neck!

And the boy still hasn't stopped.

Just suddenly, the knife in his hand flashed a white shadow.

Thundered!

There was thunder in the sky, and there was silence on the ground.

Just when everyone didn't know what was happening, a huge and neat incision appeared on the huge building car, and at the same time as a red line appeared on the arm of the chief guard.

The young man still walked quietly, putting away his knife, as if he had done nothing, but the moment he walked in front of the building car, the huge building car that had been blocking him suddenly "boom"!

The reins of the twelve horses pulling the cart in front of them were also broken at some point, and the horses roared and galloped into the city, and disappeared in a few breaths. And the captain of the guard who attacked the boy let out a heart-rending scream—the arm holding the knife was now like a blood-red pen, spinning, depicting a dazzling splendor in the rain.

This qiē, fast as lightning, slow as rain, clearly in the ears, but the silence of the smell, people can't tell what happened, when everyone comes back to their senses-

In the distance, the boy had entered the city, and his figure was gradually disappearing.

Outside the city, the sound of rain crackled, like endless firecrackers resounding in the sky, falling to the ground, and splashing all over the ground. The sound of heavy rain was still noisy, but for everyone in the room, the world was silent at this time.

After the next ten breaths, the world was still quiet, and then the next moment, the mountains and tsunami cheers suddenly broke out outside the Xuanzhong Gate, and the people picked up the salute on the ground, picked up the grinning child, spread their feet, and ran to the city without their lives, just like the twelve horses that had escaped the reins before, in just a few breaths, except for the footprints on the ground, and the clouds in the sky, there was nothing.

Of course, Zhu Yiqun was still in the carriage.

Young Master Zhu was a little dazed, his head like that of Zhu Gangguan was a little insufficient, and he didn't think clearly what was going on and why it happened.

However, when the old butler's submissive face reached out, he figured it out.

A slap was slapped in the face of the old butler's sneer, and the body that had not left the ground for several years actually jumped up, this jump was like the poem he had written before, shocking the world, his face was red like a drop of blood, and white smoke came out of his seven orifices, and his whole body was trembling:

"Rice bucket!waste!shit!stupid!you, do you have long eyes and butts?!That little beast ruined Ben Shaolou's car, you didn't even let out a fart, did you block the chrysanthemum?Ah! It's just a shame! You useless things...... What are you still doing in a daze?!Hurry up and bring back that little brute, Ben Shao doesn't want to live, just die!!!

Zhu Yi's subordinates were miserable, and they rushed out, but they were complaining in their hearts, they could split the building car reinforced by the dark iron with a knife, and by the way, they also cleaved the fierce man of the chief of the guard, they went, but they were afraid that the dead would not be able to bring them back, but they would send some dead people over.

Naturally, this was not something that Young Master Zhu had to consider, he was thinking about how to dismantle that hateful young man and swallow it piece by piece.