The autumn hall is sprinkled with five more frosts, and the iron armor Jin Ge shines on the water.

Thousands of troops silently crossed Bixi, and the clouds were busy with road battles!

At the foot of Qiligang, there is a small ancient temple in the mountain pass. Seeing that this temple should be in the style of the late Tang Dynasty, but for some reason only the Daxiong Treasure Hall was built and stopped abruptly.

There are three or five huts at the back of the hall, which at first glance were built in a hurry, not only simple, but also not much different from the mud houses of poor families.

At this time, a scholar was standing on the flat ground in front of the house with his hands behind his back, shaking his head and composing poems, as if the flickering torches, the roars and shouts, and the harsh friction of weapons outside the temple had nothing to do with him.

If you can walk behind him, you can see the scholar holding the book in his hand, and by the moonlight, you can see that the title of the book has the word "Wang Zhen" ("Wang Zhen Nongshu", a famous agricultural work of the Yuan Dynasty).

"Alas, the ancients of the past were Huainongsang, and now the people are busy attacking and fighting. It is said that 'the world is bustling, and profits come and go, but if there is no food and drink, what is the use of this fame and fortune?' The scholar stroked his beard and sighed.

We carefully identified that his beard was still short and soft, indicating that he had not grown a beard for a long time, and his actual age should be only in his early twenties.

"What's the matter, Nancheng was woken up and couldn't sleep?" Someone in the room spoke, and then another person bowed down.

The man was much taller than the scholar, but he wore a knight's cloak and a fine linen arrow sleeve, tied with a royal blue silk ribbon.

The feet were not dressed as Confucian scholars, but double-band leather riding boots engraved with cloud patterns, and after standing up straight, he carried a wooden sheath sword in his left hand.

The eldest son yawned, held the scarf on his head with his hand, and said with a wry smile: "I have been making trouble for half a night, and I don't know who wins and who loses, but I can't sleep well with you and me, it's really a disaster to the pond fish!"

"What's the matter, Mucheng's meditation is no longer working, come to me to talk to relieve boredom?" The scholar laughed.

"Brother Gu Xian is not joking, at this moment, the world is boiling outside, and I don't know how many people are desperate, and how many lives are hanging by a thread. You and I are only separated from them by the temple gate, are you still in the mood to chant poetry, talk and laugh?

It's said that we are all the same people, high and fighting, but just across a piece of paper."

"Brother Wei said it well! That's all there is to it!" Gu Nancheng laughed.

Suddenly, the sound of "coo" startled both of them, and they all turned around to see a person curled up by the wall, wrapped in a cloak. Wei Mucheng stopped Gu Nancheng, approached to take a closer look, and saw that the man was trembling.

"Help me, they will kill me." The man said in a low voice.

"Can you get up on your own?" The man nodded, and Wei Mucheng pointed to the hut: "Go in, hide under the bed, and don't make a sound." The man crawled into the house.

"Brother Wei, this ...... Isn't it too sloppy? You don't even know who he is, the good guy or the bad guy." Gu Nancheng said with some reproach.

However, he had already smelled some incense from the moment the man passed by him just now, and noticed that the man was about the same age as himself, so he guessed that he was also the son of a rich family, right?

"It doesn't matter who he is!" Wei Mucheng sneered, "I only know that this is a life. As for whether he is a bad person or a good person, this is his own business. To save people is to save people, so how can you think about it?"

Before the words fell, there was a bang in front of him, but the temple door was slammed open. The two glanced at each other, and Wei Mucheng asked with a smile, "What's the matter, now that the soldiers are approaching, can Nancheng still compose poems?"

"Why not?" Gu Nancheng looked up at the mountain on the north side and the red oak tree that appeared in the morning light, pointed to it with a book and said, "The autumn leaves sound cold, and the weeping dew destroys the mangroves. I don't see the Yiren crossing Luoyang, and the empty immortal sentence is given."

"Eh, the red leaves in Luoyang are better looking than here, so it's okay if he doesn't come to Jiang Wanli."

After Wei Mucheng finished speaking, he heard the sound of footsteps behind him, and when he looked back, there were more than a dozen bearded men, each holding a weapon, and everyone was stained with blood. Seeing these two, everyone was stunned.

I don't know which one of them cried out, "Oh, what about people? He must have come in from here. Could it be that these two people hid it?"

"Don't talk nonsense!" The round-faced black-bearded man in the lead grabbed the placket of his shirt and wiped his sweat, and said, "Scholars must not be rude in front of them, all

Put your weapon downward!" When he saw that they had done so, he bowed respectfully and said:

"Two masters, there are a lot of disturbances. May I ask if there was a young man who climbed over the wall just now and forgot where he went?"

"Hey, I didn't expect you to be polite." Gu Nancheng nodded with satisfaction: "But you wait a minute, I still haven't finished the second half of this word, please wait."

After speaking, he turned to Wei Mucheng and calmly said the second half: "The goose's foot is blocking the return journey, and the horse's head is lost. If you want to send a short book to the microwave, the moon will fall on the city."

Wei Mucheng applauded: "What a song "Dotting the Lips", you and I have been trapped here for many days, and we have written a lot of poems, and the words are still written by you for the first time, but it is appropriate for the situation!"

Gu Nancheng retreated, and then turned to the black-bearded man: "The person the general asked just now was wrapped in a cloak?"

"Exactly, exactly!" The man's head nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

"He really startled us when he came down from the wall, and then he limped from there as if he had broken his foot, and ran back up the hill with a limp." Gu Nancheng pointed to the corner of the wall in front of him:

"There's a trail up the mountain, and I take that path when I go to see the scenery on weekdays. Keep an eye on your steps when the general leaves!"

"Thank you, Childe! If Hei Liu'er catches that guy, she will come back and kowtow to the master!" The man jumped up for joy, and noisily went up the hill with his companions.

"If he doesn't find anyone when he comes back in a while, I'm afraid that not only will he not kowtow, but he will blame you when the time comes!" Wei Mucheng said with a smile.

"If you can't find anyone but you can't complain about me, who promises him that you will find it if you go up the mountain?" After Gu Nancheng finished speaking, he sighed again: "I don't know how that benevolent brother offended others and attracted so many enemies?"

"I have not sinned against them." The two were about to turn around, when they heard the young man in the door say anxiously, "Don't turn around and look! Half of his face was burned by the fire, and now he must be ugly, and it is difficult to see people!"

"It's okay, my brother Wei is a disciple of Mr. Wanlao, a famous doctor in Nanchang. Let him see it later, maybe there is a way." Gu Nancheng said with his back to the door.

"Alas, even if I can be cured, I won't be able to go back to the way I was." The young man in the room suddenly sobbed in a low voice and choked up, "After experiencing being chased and killed by my own father, I just want to escape into the empty door, and I don't dare to enter the world again!"

The two people outside were shocked and inexplicable, but they couldn't ask, so they had to stand silently in the pine wind and listen to the low crying from behind.

There seemed to be other soldiers in the temple, beating the monks stationed in the temple in the front yard to cry and call their mother, Gu Nancheng said to Wei Mucheng, "How, so I praise the man for being polite.

Listen to those people, who are very poor and evil, if they come here, I am afraid that they will not respect you and me like that black man." Looking back at the mountain, the fire over there was still there, but it wasn't so chaotic.

"They've killed enough people, and now they're looking for me." The voice in the room said, "I advise you two to hide quickly, these people will find this place sooner or later, and it is a sin not to drag down the innocent!"

"Hehe, you are not guilty, if we abandon you, will we be guilty?" Wei Mucheng sneered.

"Don't talk about it first. What do you mean by that?" Gu Nancheng asked in surprise, "After half the night tonight, I heard the sound of thousands of people fighting, does this mean that it is because of you?" Dare you ask who is down there?"

"What else do you want to do with the names of those who are about to die? Not to mention, there is no face at all." The man in the room sighed deeply:

"I am Yang Xing, the son of Yang He, the leader of the Jiangshan Army, and because I don't agree with him being the emperor, my biological father sent an army to kill me overnight, and then he wants to make his youngest son born by his step-room the son! Ha, you've never seen such a father, have you seen the world? Haha!"

When Yang Xing listened to Wang Xi's report on what he saw and heard in Wufeng Mountain, there was a sudden fire in the barracks, and the fire took advantage of the wind to get stronger and stronger, causing a lot of panic.

Everyone thought that the enemy was attacking, but in fact, the fire was a few patrol soldiers looking for a place in the reeds outside the village to make a fire to bake, not wanting to almost burn the entire camp!

However, just when the firefighting in the camp was coming to an end, and everyone was tired and wanted to rest all night, Song Zhen came! He was actually inspired by the fire.

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At first, he thought that his whereabouts had been discovered, and Song Zhen was very frightened.

I was about to lead the troops back, but suddenly felt that something was wrong, and hurriedly sent spies to take a look, only to learn that the barracks themselves had burned a fire, and everyone was repairing the fence and stables in disgrace.

Hey! How can such a God-given opportunity not be used? At this time, Song Zhen noticed that there was some wind tonight, and he was at a disadvantage.

Tianyu did not take the blame, Song Zhen immediately decided to act, he personally commanded the main force to go up the mountain from the east, and the other two roads were stuck on the bridge on the Fengxi and the ancient temple on the back mountain (the west and north sides of Qiligang are full of ponds and swamps, and there is no place to stand until Chaxi).

Three-way attack, at night, after the fire, especially Song Zhen also ordered the bow and crossbow to launch rockets. As a result, this time it was a real enemy attack, and Yang Xingbu, who had been in chaos all night, suddenly lost the will to fight.

The wind helped the fire to ignite again, and the mountains were in chaos. At this time, Yang Xing thought that the enemy was really attacking, and he immediately ordered to organize resistance, Wang Xi formed a team and rushed to the town to defend, and Yang Xing himself organized his own soldiers to prepare for a counterattack at any time.

Unexpectedly, Feng Baishan, who was supervising the battle on the front line, fled back with no face: "Hurry up, hurry up, we have been betrayed!" He shouted hoarsely, his face distorted in the firelight.

"You make it clear, is it an officer or a regimental exercise?" Yang Xing was still asking.

Feng Baishan stomped his feet: "It's not, it's our own people!"

"Wouldn't it be nice to be your own person, what the hell are you doing?"

"Marshal, it was the lord's pro-army who came up, and it was Song Zhen who led the team!"

Yang Xing felt a "buzzing" sound in his head, and he suddenly understood that it was Mrs. Huang's party who did it! "Bastard, fight with them!" He drew his sword and was quickly stopped by several guards.

"Marshal, we can't beat it, we have few people, and now we are half scattered, but they are prepared!" Feng Baishan hurriedly ordered the guards: "Take the marshal down the mountain, it is important to escape for your life first!"

"What am I going to do without a team?" Yang Xing was also anxious.

"Marshal, Ah Xing, you are still young, you can still do great things, and you can avenge your brothers! Or they'll die in vain!" Feng Baishan and others pushed him onto the horse:

"Go down from the back mountain, let's go to my uncle first, I don't believe that these 100,000 troops have all been bewitched by her! I really can't go to the official pavilion to find Weiqu, or go to Luohu!"

But after rushing less than a hundred steps, I saw a team in front of me blocking the way, and under the torch was Song Zhen!

"Where is the marshal? I have come to you by the will of the Lord. The lord has made you the king of Yan, and ordered you to go to the camp of Wufeng Mountain to meet the driver after the handover, and participate in the lord's enthronement ceremony at noon tomorrow!"

After Song Zhen finished speaking, he smiled and beckoned, and a guard came forward with a paper scroll and knelt down in front of the horse.

"Song Zhen, the messenger can pass the word, what are you doing here? And take these soldiers and horses with you, and kill and injure my troops?" Yang Xing held back his anger and asked him.

"Since the marshal is going back, and this place is so important, it is natural that there must be a general to stay behind. As for these soldiers and horses, they are actually here to strengthen the defense of the mountain.

It's just that the marshal's subordinates were too alert, and there was a misunderstanding between the two sides. I also ask the marshal to order them to cease fighting, and each of them will return to his position to wait for the general's order, and also prevent the sons and daughters from continuing to hurt each other!" Song Zhen said it soundingly.

Yang Xing narrowed his eyes and sneered, "I'm afraid that if I ask them to put down their swords and guns, you can start tying me up, right?"

"The marshal said that, does the marshal not even listen to the words of the lord and want to go his own way?"

"Phew! The surname is Song, when did my Yang family treat you badly, did you dare to rebel against your master?" Yang Xing scolded with his halberd finger.

Suddenly, Feng Baishan shouted, "Be careful!" As he spoke, he clamped the horse's belly to the front. In an instant, the sound of crossbow arrows flying by. Several guards around him screamed and fell off their horses.

Feng Baishan and the horse fell to the ground together, he had already been hit by seven or eight arrows, the corners of his mouth were bleeding, and he desperately shouted, "Hurry up!"

Yang Xing roared and crossed his horse, slashing the Song Zhen guard who was running back, and the horse's hooves trampled the roll of paper into the dirt. But the cunning Song Zhen was gone, and he was only heard shouting somewhere in the shadows:

"Your Majesty has a decree, Yang Xing colluded with the officials and soldiers to intend to rebel, and whoever captures this person alive will be crowned a marquis, and the one who takes his head will be rewarded with five thousand taels!" Yang Xing was angry, and regretted that his friend Feng Baishan was plotted by this person, so he slashed and killed like crazy.

By the time he came to his senses, the morning light had begun to appear in the east. His horse died, and only two dozen guards were left with him. It turned out that during the scuffle, he hit his head on the burning pillar, not only burning half of his face, but also burning the embroidered cloak.

A guard rescued him from the fire, carried him behind a secluded stone, and gave him a few sips of spring water from the crack in the stone, and Yang Xing woke up. Listening to the shouts of killing that were getting closer, the guards found a cloak to wrap him around and pushed him against the wall.

He was surprised to be rescued by Wei and Gu, but what should he do next? Where else can I run like this? Yang Xing was desperate from the bottom of his heart.

At this time, there was a sudden chaos in front of him, and someone was faintly shouting, and then I heard a shout: "Run, run, the officers and soldiers are coming!"

"Yo, the officers and soldiers are here? It's timely!" Gu and Wei looked at each other and smiled, as if they suddenly relaxed when they heard the news. "Hey, looks like you don't have to hide!" Gu Nancheng shouted into the house.

Yang Xing laughed inside, and then simply let go of his voice and laughed. "Yes, the officers and soldiers are here, I don't have to hide, when they hold me, everything will be over with one sword! Hahaha......!"

He laughed breathlessly: "That Song Pillow, that stupid! The praying mantis catches the cicada, and the yellow finch is behind! Hah, can you still be complacent now?"

After a commotion, there seemed to be someone talking in the courtyard in front of them, and then some officers and soldiers in red tasseled hats and helmets ran along the road up the mountain.

With the sonorous sound of iron armor, a group of people appeared from the corner of the front hall, and in the middle of which a young officer wearing a shining silver helmet with mountain pattern armor appeared and glanced here, then turned around, stood at the bottom of the stairs and smiled and said:

"I didn't expect to see scholars in this temple, disrespectful, disrespectful. Zhu Zhanji, a thousand households in Xiarao Prefecture, dare to ask who the two are?"

Gu Nancheng returned the salute and introduced, "Under Gu Lian. This is my friend Wei Shaolong. The two of us traveled here, and I wanted to visit friends in Poyang, but I didn't want to be blocked by the war. It's been four months since I hid in this little temple!"

Zhu Zhanji was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly asked, "Are the two of them called Brother Nancheng and Brother Mucheng of Huainan Shuangcheng?"

"Hey, how did Senho-sama know about the two of us?" Gu Nancheng was stunned.

"Ha, aren't the two of you going to Poyang to find Mr. Huang? He's the guest of the house in the next house! Mr. Feihuang was so anxious that he couldn't do anything about the news of the two, and the last general brought the troops out this time, and he also specially instructed me to search carefully.

Unexpectedly, things in the world are so coincidental, and it takes no effort to get them!" Zhu Zhanji was very happy, Mr. Feihuang had already introduced these two people as great talents, but unfortunately they were unwilling to do official examinations, and only entrusted their family business to others, and they were in love with the mountains and rivers all day long.

He was also worried that the two would have already met Jiang Shanjun and were killed, but he didn't expect to meet here.

Wei Mucheng clapped his hand: "Feihuang sent a letter saying that the nephew of Zhu Gong, the Qing of Taichang Temple, is temporarily resting at home, and he is a staff member, so he originally referred to an adult?"

"Isn't it?"

All three of them were overjoyed and saw each other again. Zhu Zhanji told them that when they saw the fire on this side, the brigade commander knew that the situation had changed, and immediately ordered the regiment to train the infantry and cavalry to pull the camp forward overnight.

At that time, his team had just wiped out a force of enemies, and it was easy to catch up with the main force, so he did not hesitate to immediately ask for battle, so with the help of the auxiliaries, the officers and troops rushed to the army, just in time to pick a peach.

"The enemy didn't expect us to come, and they collapsed as soon as they rushed." Zhu Zhanji proudly introduced: "Later, I heard that there was a fire in the Jiangshan army, and Yang He sent a subordinate to arrest his son Yang Xing. And they fought with him."

"So, what about the result?" Gu Nancheng asked.

"The result? Some people say that Yang Xing committed suicide by throwing himself into the fire, and others say that he escaped but fell into a siege and died in the chaos.

However, the enemy general Song Zhen, who led the troops to capture him, was killed by the next arrow and took his head!" Zhu Zhanji shouted backwards as he spoke, and a soldier lifted his hair and picked up a human head.

"Ahh Heaven is so good! Heavenly retribution! Hahaha!"

The laughter attracted Zhu Zhanji's attention, and he asked Gu Nancheng, "...... this?"

"Oh, one of the servants we picked up, who doesn't often babble like crazy." After he finished speaking, he turned around and called into the house, "Hey, you're a prisoner, aren't you?"

"yes, I am! I'm a prisoner, I'm a prisoner, hahaha, hehehe......." Yang Xing was overjoyed to see Song Zhen's head.

"Look." Gu Nancheng spread his hands helplessly, sighed and shook his head.