Ansiqi Youzhou County Jicheng

As the state and county of Youzhou, Jicheng is the largest city in Youzhou, which lacks luxury compared with the imperial capital of a country, and lacks a little fireworks compared with the prosperous cities in the south of the Yangtze River, and lacks a little literary atmosphere compared with the rich land of Qilu.

But Jicheng also has characteristics that are not found in other places, and Jicheng has a fighting spirit that has never been seen elsewhere.

This kind of killing spirit was forged after thousands of wars and soaked with tens of thousands of blood.

The people of this place also have a ferocity that is not found anywhere else.

Every year, before the feudal lords sent their subordinate generals to the border fortress, they would assemble in Jicheng in a unified manner, and then according to the situation of the border fortress, the military department and the northern division would make unified arrangements.

This year's Jicheng is more lively than usual, and both sides of the street are full of businessmen shouting and doing business.

What they sell is also very different from what they sell elsewhere.

The shouting stalls were filled with all sorts of wound medicine, dismantled protective gear, and a few short daggers.

If it weren't for the fact that the Dayu Dynasty strictly forbade the private casting of standard weapons and armor, the stalls of these vendors would have been filled with all kinds of swords and armor.

However, even if these wound medicines, protective gear, and small daggers will not be useful on the battlefield, there are still many private soldiers of the feudal lords of various feudal towns who will pay for them.

They don't actually want to be able to use these things, they just have a sustenance in their hearts, and they can be regarded as buying a hope.

The wide streets of Jicheng are full of feudal towns and private soldiers of feudal kings wearing various armors and carrying various weapons.

From time to time, you can still see some guys wearing the characteristic costumes of the grassland tribes, carrying sabers around their waists and carrying longbows behind their backs, these people are all beggar soldiers from all over the country.

Usually, these guys will honestly stay in their respective military camps in their respective feudal lords' domains, and rarely have the opportunity to go to the city to have a good time.

But now that the war is imminent, they will be much more relaxed in Jicheng, and the prison army and Sima who usually control them will also turn a blind eye and let them go free.

After all, no one knows if they will survive the rest of the war.

The emperor is not short of hungry soldiers, these guys fight to the death with their original tribe for the sake of the Dayu Dynasty, and they have to be treated with some preferential treatment.

Therefore, these beggar armies, who are usually not treated well by the people of the feudal towns, always look like they are raising their eyebrows and being in good spirits in Jicheng.

The restaurants, tea shops, hook columns, and casinos on both sides of Jicheng are full of moving heads.

Even the girls in Yichun Courtyard have become a lot haggard these days.

On the top of the Eight Heavens next to Xuanwu Street in Jicheng, a bearded man wearing a moon clan costume was sitting at a table near the window on the second floor.

The man had an eye patch on his left eye, and a scar on his face from left to right, which added to his fierce momentum.

And beside him sat a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, who was also handsome and had a very elegant demeanor, which was in stark contrast to this man.

But he is also wearing the traditional costume of the Chuyue Clan.

Opposite the man sat a beautiful woman, who looked only slightly older than the young man.

The woman has a dense pigtail on her head and a traditional steppe headdress on her forehead, but she is dressed in Dayu's women's costume.

"Father, this time I heard that Chu Yue was personally led by the little Khan Ashina Duqing to fight."

The young man said with a hideous face.

"Xu'er, my father has told you many times that those who achieve great things must learn to be indistinguishable from joy and anger."

The man glared at the young man and said.

"Father, Xu'er is still young, don't be too harsh on him."

The woman opened her mouth to relieve the young man.

"Xingchen, every time my father comes here, he thinks of your dead Abba and Grandma, if only they were still there."

The man said a little lonely.

"Father, this time, Xingchen personally beat the drums for you and the soldiers, and he will definitely make the Ashina clan pay the price of blood."

"Sister, don't worry, this time Abba and I will definitely behead Ashina Duqing's dog to avenge my brothers, mothers, uncles and aunts."

The young man resolutely stood up and put his hand on his chest in a cross shape and said.

This is the posture of the Moon Clan's oath to the Wolf King God.

"Don't worry, my big sand tiger will kill all the Ashina and Yan clans in this life."

The man said lightly, but there was a monstrous hatred and determination hidden in his faint tone.

This man is the big sand tiger who was given the surname by Emperor Shengwu, that is, Mu Yizheng.

And this young man is his only surviving son Mu Jianxu, and that woman is his younger brother's daughter, his niece Mu Xingchen.

It's just that Mu Xingchen's parents also died in the hands of the Ashina clan, so Mu Yizheng passed her to his own lineage, so they are commensurate with father and daughter.

Just when Mu Yizheng and the three of them were on the second floor of the Eight Heavens, they vowed to kill the Ashina clan, and on the street outside the building, a young man in his twenties and sixteens was walking towards the Eight Heavens with a spear on his back.

This young man has sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and his nose is like a good man with extraordinary spirit.

And look at his slender figure but strong and well-proportioned, walking lightly and elegantly in the crowd but naturally not touching others, at a glance you know that his skills are extraordinary.

The young man came to the lobby of the Eight Heavens, and the shopkeeper had been in contact with these military men for many years, and when he saw such a young man coming in the store, he immediately greeted him.

You must know that most of the ordinary martial arts practitioners use swords, and there are generally not many people who practice spears, and most of the people who can carry spears on their backs are masters of guns.

Because only a master will not care that others know that he is using a weapon, and he will not worry that someone will come up to provoke.

And this young man not only carried the spear directly on his back, but there was also a slight reddish-brown on the bridle of his spear, and at a glance he knew that he had only killed people for a short time.

"How many are you?"

Xiao Er's attitude was very polite.

"Just me, I heard that your Eight Heavens is the most famous restaurant in this Jicheng, and I must have a good taste this time."

The young man said in a loud voice.

"You see that the lobby on the first floor is full, or you move to the second floor, but this second floor is a little more expensive!"

Xiao Er carefully observed the reactions of the young people, and it was their ability to watch the housekeepers of the hall.

As soon as the young man looked dissatisfied, he arranged for him to wait in the lobby on the first floor for a while.

"I'm just here to taste the food, it's the same everywhere, as for the money, you can rest assured, just hurry up, I recently chased and killed the night wolf camp, but I was hungry and hungry."

The young man didn't wait for Xiao Er's nonsense, and immediately walked towards the second floor.

"My good man, this master who chased and killed the Night Wolf Camp is really a fierce man!"

Xiao Er was startled and couldn't help shrinking his head, and hurriedly chased after him to arrange a seat for the young man.

The young man came upstairs and was arranged by Xiao Er to the table next to Mu Yizheng.

Mu Yizheng couldn't help but stare at this young man, and he took advantage of his afterglow to observe it a little.

"This young man is full of murder and blood, and it seems that he has just killed someone."

Mu Yizheng thought in his heart.

And Mu Jianxu and Mu Xingchen also involuntarily looked at the young man.

Seeing that the people at the next table were looking at him, the young man smiled and nodded his head in goodwill.

As soon as the food was served, the young man took out a booklet from his bosom and began to read it in a low voice.

At the same time, he stepped back from his wrist with a string of beads.

He fiddled with the beads as he read them.

Mu Jianxu next to him looked curiously and found that this black and white round stone was hanging on the young man's beads, and this black and white formed a natural Taiji diagram.

And he listened carefully, and could not quite understand what the young man was reciting.

After all, they are the Chuyue Clan, and they know too little about the classics of Dayu.

"Sister, can you hear what he is reading?"

Mu Jianxu asked Mu Xingchen in a low voice.

"This is the Taoist classic "Pure Heart Mantra"."

In the past few years of living in Dayu, in order to better integrate into Dayu, Mu Xingchen has carefully studied the customs and culture of Dayu.

And she is also very interested in Taoism.

"I really didn't expect that this guy looks like a chivalrous man who walks the rivers and lakes, and he is still a believer in Taoism."

Mu Jianxu felt that it was really a bit inconsistent.

"Little brother, although I read Taoist classics in the lower part, I am not an ordinary Taoist believer, but I am a disciple of the Taoist branch Guigumen."

The young man still maintained the posture of twisting the beads and said.

"My little brother has disturbed your cultivation, and I hope this Taoist master is not strange."

Mu Xingchen clenched his fists and apologized.

If Li Yi and Jingzi were here, he would have judged from the three words Guigu disciple that this young man was their third senior brother An Siqi.

An Siqi had been traveling around the Dayu Dynasty since he descended the mountain, and he would draw his gun to help when the road was uneven.

Over the years, he has traveled thousands of miles, killing bandits, bullies and corrupt officials.

Later, he was wanted by the government because of the killing of the official, but fortunately he was rescued by Liu Yu, the long history of King Mu Yiang, and later joined King Lin's army.

But some time ago, because he was upright, he couldn't get used to the style of the overseer and Sima in the army, so he angered the superintendent and was cut off from the military by the eunuch.

After that, he began to travel the world again, but a month ago he heard that the grassland tribe had sent 150,000 troops to fight the grass valley, so he went north to defend his family and the country.

At the same time, he also wanted to see if he could join other armies, after all, he still recognized his identity as a soldier.

On the way, he came across another night wolf battalion looting a convoy of supplies.

How could An Siqi, who was jealous and hateful, endure this kind of thing, so he rode alone and killed seven in and seven out of the night wolf camp with a gun.

The cavalry of the night wolf battalion rushed with their heads in their hands, and An Siqi chased and killed for several days before stopping.

"Little Er, quickly bring all the good wine and food to the uncle."

At this moment, a somewhat arrogant voice came from the stairs on the first floor.

Not long after, a young man in a brocade robe walked up.

This guy was wearing an embroidered gold round-necked robe, with a belt inlaid with precious jade around his waist, and the buckle was carved from the hollow of the best Hetian jade.

And on his feet were a pair of cowhide boots studded with this chiseled gold ornament.

As soon as this boy walked upstairs, the atmosphere of wealth came to him.

At this time, he was holding a folding fan and posing a graceful appearance.

It's just that at this time, it is already the season of autumn and winter, and the climate in Youzhou is about to snow, so his folding fan not only does not add the slightest sense of elegance to him, but looks a little nondescript.

When this boy walked upstairs, he saw Mu Xingchen sitting by the window at first sight, and he couldn't help but light up.

As a vassal and elegant, handsome and golden young man, there are many women who admire him, and there are not a few women who have had flowers with him, but he has never seen a woman like Mu Xingchen.

Although she was wearing Dayu's clothes, she combed the oath of the grassland tribe, and her beautiful facial features gave this boy a great visual impact.

Originally, he wanted to go up to the private room on the third floor, but now he decided to stay on the second floor and talk to this beautiful woman about life and ideals.

So he took the opportunity to sit at An Siqi's table, leaning on Mu Xingchen's easy-going smile and just wanted to speak.

"Your Royal Highness, if I were you, I wouldn't bother this young lady."

An Siqi's voice suddenly interrupted the boy.

This boy didn't care about An Siqi originally, but now he found that there was a person sitting opposite him.

When he looked back and saw An Siqi, he couldn't help but be stunned.

"Oh, it turned out to be Brother An, I didn't expect to meet you here."

This boy brother even knows An Siqi.

"Your Royal Highness, why did King Lin send you here this time?"

It turned out that this son-in-law was actually the son of King Lin, named Mu Fengxun.

"Hey, don't mention it, the old man himself is afraid of death and pushes my son out of the top tank."

Mu Fengxun picked up a peanut from the small dish on the table and threw it into his mouth, and said helplessly.

"You're a nephew, isn't it too risky to come here?"

An Siqi didn't understand what Mu Yiang, the king of Lin, was thinking.

"There's no way, the old man already has the idea of easy storage, and my fox spirit Erniang's pillow is blown so that the old man can't find the north."

Mu Fengxun smiled bitterly, picked up another peanut and threw it into his mouth.

"I said, why are you interrupting me from talking to this girl?"

Mu Fengxun turned his head and looked at Mu Xingchen with a bright smile.

"I'm afraid you'll be beaten by General Humu."

An Siqi closed the "Pure Heart Mantra" and hung the bead back on his wrist.

"Tiger? General Mu? ”

Mu Fengxun didn't know who An Siqi was talking about.

"Just ask your entourage."

An Siqi didn't answer.

Mu Fengxun's entourage hurriedly came to his ear and whispered to introduce Mu Yizheng.

Then Mu Fengxun's face changed from his previous frivolous appearance, and he got up to greet him.

"Boy Mu Feng is looking for a visit to General Mu."

"I am a dignified descendant of the royal family, but I want to meet a grassland barbarian, which is really a loss of face for my royal family."

Just as Mu Fengxun saluted Mu Yizheng, a voice sounded suddenly.