Six states song head

Zhang Xiaoxiang

Changhuai looked at the break, and the plug was reckless. The dust is dark, the frost and the wind are strong, and the sound is quiet. Gloomy condensation. Reminiscing about the events of the past, the number of days of death, non-manpower; Across the water felt township, under the sunset cattle and sheep, the district is off vertically and horizontally. Look at the famous king night hunting, riding the fire and a river. The drums roared sadly and frightened.

Reading the arrow on the waist, the sword in the box, and the empty beetle, how can it be! Time is easy to lose, the heart is strong, and the age will be zero. Mi Shen Jing. Gan Yu Fang Huaiyuan, Jing Fengsui, and truce. Hearing the old man of the Central Plains, he often looks south and is beautiful. So that the pedestrians came here, loyal and indignant, and there were tears poured out.

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"Bang!" "Bang!"

At that time, it was the cool autumn season of the 29th year of Song Shaoxing and the 4th year of Jin Zhenglong (1159), and at dusk, in the depths of the dense forest next to a country road on Jinghu South Road in the Song Dynasty, three low and gloomy gongs were heard. When the gong sounded, a few crows that had been sleeping overnight fluttered their wings and flew up, and in a panic, a few gray and black feathers slowly fell to the ground from the air.

Jin Wuxi fell, the twilight was four, and the barking of dogs that was faintly heard in the remote deserted village in the distance suddenly lost its sound.

The twilight path in the secluded countryside, with few people, three or two farmers who returned late with a hoe and a leisurely gait, heard the gloomy sound of the gong, their faces seemed to change, and they all quickened their pace to go home.

The sound of the gong was raised again, and someone in the thick fog raised his voice and said, "The yin man walks, and the yang man goes...... Finish...... The yin people walked, and the yang people walked...... ......" The tone dragged on for a long time, although the voice was not high, and it was sand and cold, without a trace of anger, but the middle qi was unusually abundant, and the shout pierced the heavy twilight and spread through the forest.

With this long and mysterious tone, two figures appeared in the distance, but these two people looked quite strange: the person in front of him was extremely short, like a child, but his physique was very strong, he was carrying a gong in his hand, and after walking a long way, he struck a few times on the gong, thinking that the gloomy gong that broke the dead silence just now was he striking. The man who walked behind him was extremely tall, wearing a long, wide robe, but it was loose and unfitting, and the whole person looked swollen. The way he walked was even more strange, his upper body was stiff and stiff, his muscles seemed to be frozen, his arms were always hanging down, resting on his sides, and he did not swing because of walking, and his lower body was also very unnatural, crooked, as if he could not support the weight of the entire upper body, and he would fall to the ground at any time, but he also staggered and followed the short man all the way.

When we got closer, where the fog had lifted, there was a short man of about forty years of age, with a broad nose and deep eyes, and his skin was withered and without any light color, and his appearance was very ugly, wearing a green cloth hat, wearing a black shirt, and a black belt around his waist; His arms did not move, and his walk seemed very sluggish and laborious, but he also staggered forward, and a pair of big feet stepped on the fallen leaves and dead branches all over the ground, and staggered.

Approaching the deserted village, the short man pinned the gong to his waist, took out a copper bell, and shook it back and forth in his hand...... The soul bell rings, don't get close to the living......" The voice was still hoarse and gloomy, completely lifeless.

The night is getting darker and the chill is getting colder. At the end of the trail there is an inn, the shop sign is swaying in the cold wind, and four black words are faintly visible on it: "Four Hours Inn".

Seeing this sign, the short man stopped and muttered, "It's ...... arrived," as if talking to himself, and as if explaining to his companions behind him. He took out the yin gong again, "bang", "bang", "bang", the first two times were rapid, and the second one was long. The black-robed guest who was following behind also stopped when he heard the sound of the gong.

Wrapped in a mist, the customers of the investment store can enter the store. In the dim light of the oil lamp, the shop companion who was about to close was lying on the counter, already drowsy, and when he saw a new customer in the store, he barely cheered up, and said sleepily: "Guest officer, please inside, please inside." When he raised his eyes, he was taking a look with the customers of the investment shop, and when he saw the cold eyes of the short man, his heart suddenly suddenly sudden, and most of his sleepiness disappeared. The short man said in a hoarse voice, "I'm happy to hit the shop." ”

The shopkeeper replied, "Yes, yes." Looking at the black-robed customer behind him, the night wind blew in from outside the store, and the light of the oil lamp pulled a thinner and longer shadow on the wall of his already long stature. The jumping light reflected on his chaotic face, flickering and dimming, but this face was too pale, revealing a trace of gloom and gloom. The lights beeped, the flames staggered up and down, and the black-robed guest remained silent.

The shopkeeper said: "There is still business in the evening, and it is the guests who drive the corpses to arrive." The drowsiness had long since gone, and he got up and replied, "Okay, the guest officer is in a hurry, and the shop still has a first-class room today." Please come with me. ”

It turned out that this guest was a corpse chaser in Jinghu, Kuizhou and other areas of Luchenxi, Yuanling, and Pengshan, and they specially brought the corpses of people who died in a foreign land back to their hometowns, so that they could be buried in peace. It is only in the local area that there is this kind of "Four Hours Inn" where corpse chasers can stay, and the locals call it "Dead Inn".

Every autumn and winter, when the weather turns cold, the corpse chaser will be entrusted by the owner to walk, just like a dart game for people to walk. It's just that if you escort a guest to a certain place, they call it a "meat dart", and the corpse driver is a "corpse dart".

The corpse chaser opened the way with a yin gong, accompanied by the ringing of the spirit bell, and along the way, they were full of sadness and walked at night, and all passers-by encountered them, they were afraid to avoid them. The shop of the Four Seasons Inn has been doing business with corpse chasers for many years, so the shop companions are not too surprised, and ordinary customers will choose to invest in another store when they see them coming to the store, no matter how bold they are on weekdays.

The shopkeeper got up and led the corpse chasers to a remote guest room. The shopkeeper was in front, but he couldn't hear the slightest sound from the feet of the short man behind him along the way, but the rickety black-robed customer moved awkwardly forward, his body looking very heavy, and he squeaked on the floor. Rao is shopkeeper is very bold, and at this moment, he can't help but feel a little hairy in his heart: "Are these two corpse chasers human beings or ghosts?"

Entering the guest room, the short man looked around, fumbled out fifty yuan from his robe, handed it to the shopkeeper, and said, "You go and make some meals, the sooner the better, and then get some hot water to scald your feet, and by the way, bring the gong bucket." The shopkeeper took the money and agreed, and after a while, he brought hot meals and hot water, followed by a bucket and a night pot for defecation. For they were the guests of the corpses, and they were to keep vigil for the souls of the dead, and they would not go out all night. The short man took the toilet and said, "Go ahead, we won't call you, don't bother." Then the door was bolted from the inside.

The short man heard the footsteps of his shopkeeper gradually moving away, and slowly took out a piece of incense wax from his bosom, put it on the square table and lit it, and a faint smoke rose in the room. In the silence, the short man said: "Brother Three Corpses, we have been working hard for a day, and we are hungry, so let's eat some food, and rest early." ”

The black-robed guest, who had been silent, responded vaguely in his voice, and I don't know if he heard it clearly.

The summer has subsided, and the night in the countryside in late autumn is already cold, a candle in the guest room flickered on and off, and the two corpse chasers sat on the wooden bench without making a sound for a long time. In the darkness, the black-robed guest suddenly raised his arms, placed them flat on his chest, and followed his bloated body into the air, fluttering lightly towards a wooden bench in the guest room, as if an invisible rope was hanging from the air, pulling it up out of thin air.

The short man's eyes were quite silent, and suddenly he was full of light, and he couldn't help but praise: "Brother Three Corpses, what a handsome kung fu!" stood up, staring at the black-robed guest with his eyes without turning his eyes. The black-robed guest let out a "hey" sound in his voice, not seeing joy or anger, but still not saying a word, just sitting flat on the stool, hands on his knees, eyes and nose, nose and heart, heart and mind, and luck. Seeing this, the short man stopped speaking, and stood quietly in a corner of the room, looking very respectful.

After a long time, the wick on the table crackled softly, the flames poured up and down, and most of the incense wax had burned. In the midst of the stumbling, the black-robed guest's shoulders shook suddenly, and the wide black robe on his body immediately shook to the ground, revealing the object he was carrying behind him. The strange thing was none other than a person! If an ordinary person had seen such a strange scene, he would have fainted with fright, but the short man had a blank face and did not care at all.

The man in the black robe had a yellow charm on his face, and his face was not clear, and his body remained unmoving. The candlelight flickered, the charm was gently blown by the cold wind through the window lattice, but in the darkness, I saw that the man's face was unusually pale, his eyes were closed, his eye sockets were deep, and he was not the slightest bit angry, and it was a dead corpse!

It turned out that after the corpse was embalmed, the whole body was tightly tied to the back of the black-robed corpse-chasing guest with spotted bamboo strips, one after another, and the whole body was put together with the corpse-chaser in a long and large black robe. The black-robed guest hung such a corpse weighing more than 100 catties on his body during the day, and his body looked very bloated. Along the way, the black-robed guest straightened his back, always carrying the weight of the corpse behind him, and his hands were vertical, tightly attached to his sides, thinking that he was also trying to share the weight of the corpse. He has traveled all the way, and his hard work can be imagined, and this physical strength and endurance alone are absolutely beyond the reach of people.

The black-robed guest untied the spotted bamboo strips bound to his body one by one, his movements were slow, and he seemed extremely patient. The short man stood aside, not stepping forward to help, but just watching. After a stick of incense in this way, after dozens of bamboo strips were unraveled, the black-robed guest shook his shoulders slightly, and the corpse had been unloaded from his body. I don't know why the corpse has long been stiff, or what tricks were used by the black-robed guest, and the dead body stood on the ground after being unloaded, and it didn't fall down.

The black-robed guest squinted at the corpse, looked up and down carefully, as if he was checking something, and after a while, he suddenly made a "gurgling" sound in his throat, and his body shook and circled around the corpse. The speed of his circle was not fast in the first few laps, but gradually he became faster and faster, like a spinning top, constantly whipped by a whip. Later, I saw a black shadow, which was rapidly rotating around the corpse, and the short man was dizzy and almost disgusted.

Suddenly, the black-robed guest stood still, and under the candle flame, a layer of black gas faintly appeared on his face. He let out a low whistle in his mouth, and his palms came out together, slapping on the corpse one after the other, only to hear two muffled sounds, "pop" and "pop", like defeat. The corpse shook slightly, and it didn't fall down. The black-robed guest immediately withdrew his palm, and at the same time exhaled deeply, as if his practice had been completed.

The dwarf man looked intently, and the corpse's eyes, nostrils, mouth, ears, etc., slowly bleed. The man had been dead for many days, and if it weren't for the corpse chaser who sprinkled special herbs on the body, even in the crisp autumn season, it would have rotted and stinky, and now how could it suddenly bleed?

Such a mysterious scene, if ordinary people saw it, they would have been so frightened that they would have fled away, but the short man saw it with great interest, licked his lips, and said: "Brother Three Corpses, your 'Flying Corpse Skill' has improved a lot, congratulations! The old man of the corpse has always been the most favored by Brother Three Corpses. There was a hint of envy in his words.

The black-robed guest sat down with a big sigh in his mouth, his eyes slightly closed, his eyes looked inward with light, and he slowly breathed out his luck. After a while, the short man said softly: "Brother Three Corpses, the food is getting cold, let's eat some, scald our legs and feet with hot water after eating, and go to bed early to rest, and then go on our way tomorrow." ”

The black-robed guest said "hey" and said, "Brother Nine Corpses, we have been on the orders of our corpse father and have been working hard for half a month, right?"

The short man bowed his head and counted his fingers, and said, "Back to the third corpse brother, it has been thirteen days since I went out to today." We are working so hard, we just hope not to miss the big thing of the corpse father. ”

The black-robed guest muttered in his throat, but he couldn't hear what he was saying, and suddenly frowned, and said, "I don't know if ...... 'Eagle Eye' can arrive at the Sacrifice Cliff as scheduled?"

The dwarf man said loudly: "Before leaving, the corpse father and his old man once confessed, telling us that even if the sky falls, we must sacrifice ourselves on the cliff ......" At this moment, someone outside the window suddenly said loudly: "It's not good to be a man, you have to pretend to be a ghost, just be a ghost, you want to fornicate with the golden dog, forget your ancestors, shameless, shameless! I think you might as well throw yourself under the cliff, eliminate sin and remove obstacles, and ascend to Elysium." ”

The two corpse chasers in the room glanced at each other, and their faces changed. The short man shouted and scolded: "Which turtle king is the eight lambs ......" Before the scolding was finished, a black rope suddenly broke through the window, and the rope seemed to have a pair of eyes, like a spirit snake spitting out a letter, and rolled straight to his throat. The short man flipped his hands, and a pair of "life and death judge pens" were already in his hands, two pens and one move, "Double Butterfly Dancing Flower", wanting to pick off the black rope. Unexpectedly, the black rope twisted his head, and the body of the rope quickly rolled up the life and death judge pen, and the arm strength of the person holding the rope was amazing, and the short man and the person with the pen were pulled out of the window in an instant.

The cold moon is in the sky, and the night is as cool as water.

The short man looked intently, and the moonlight was clear, and he saw a middle-aged man in a white shirt standing in the courtyard, holding the swarthy soft rope in his hand. The nocturnal walker was wearing a white shirt, and it was obvious that the person who came was proud of his martial arts skills, and he probably had no intention of hiding his whereabouts.

The short man saw that he was about forty years old, with a clear face and a cold and arrogant expression, but for a while he couldn't remember which faction of characters in the rivers and lakes made the soft rope, and he was shocked and uncertain, and said: "If you come to visit late at night and hurt people for no reason, please report your name." The man in the white shirt was obviously not a good man, but the short man had something to do tonight, and the stakes were not trivial, and he could not afford to be careless, and he suppressed his anger and did not intend to conflict. The black-robed guest also jumped into the courtyard.

The man in the white shirt raised his head and snorted to the sky, and said: "Your Xiaoxiang faction is not a nameless sect in the rivers and lakes, just pretending to be a ghost and a ghost, why are you now a thief and a thief, and become a lackey of the golden people?!"

The short man didn't agree, and secretly thought in his heart: "The three corpse brothers and I were ordered by the corpse father this time to go to the cliff of sacrifice, and the action was extremely hidden, but I don't know how the enemy learned his whereabouts and came to the door late at night......?" Could it be Mr. Ye of Liantai's 'Farewell Suo'?"

The white-shirted man's coat was raised in the wind, laughed loudly, and said, "Haha, the young man also knows the name of my Ye someone." Yes, Ye Pingpiao in the lower lotus platform!"

It turned out that this man was Ye Pingpiao, the head of the Liantai faction in Liantai Mountain, who was angry and righteous and known as chivalrous. And this short man and his fellow black-robed guests also have a great background, they are the disciples of Sikong Beiqiu, the head of the famous Xiaoxiang faction, who is rampant in the area of Jinghu South Road.

The Xiaoxiang faction has been famous in the Jinghu area for decades. At the beginning of the founding of the school, they robbed the yin house, turned over the meat dumplings, and started in the art of touching gold, and their popularity grew. In the past ten years, the third gang leader Sikong Beiqiu has recruited disciples, and there are many disciples in the sect who are engaged in the corpse industry in Chenxi, Yuanling, Lipu, Pengshan and other places. These two corpse chasers are the disciples of Sikong Bei's seat, the black-robed guest is the third disciple of his "Flying Corpse Gate" Ji Di, and the short man is the ninth disciple of the "Jumping Corpse Gate" Mi Di.

Since the Shaoxing Peace Conference, to the 29th year of Shaoxing, there has been a truce of peace between the two countries, and Tao Ge has been fighting for nearly 20 years, but Song and Jin have confronted each other for many years, although there is no war, but the military intelligence spying on both sides has been surging undercurrent, and has not been broken. Since the third year of Jin Zhenglong (1158), the gold lord Wanyan Liang in Nanjing (now Kaifeng, Henan) to build a large number of buildings, build palaces, and frequently mobilize military horses throughout the country, its whip across the river, and the southern invasion of Zhao and Song Dynasty is becoming more and more obvious, the Song lord Zhao Gou has also strengthened the military deployment of the border for this reason, so in the past one or two years, the military intelligence of the Song and Jin Dynasty has been treacherous for a while.

The Xiaoxiang faction that runs rampant on Jinghu South Road, with corpses and tomb robbers as their business, has always been mysterious and ruthless, and the world avoids it. The Jin people took a fancy to this and gave them a lot of money to pass on the military information on their behalf. Tonight, Ji Di and Mi Di were ordered by Sikong Beiqiu to chase away the corpse and cover people's eyes and ears, and to hand over an extremely important military intelligence to "Eagle Eye", the leader of the "Divine Eagle Fang", the secret service agency of the Jin State.

At that time, the gold lord Wanyan Liang was the fourth emperor since the founding of Jin Taizu Wanyan Agu, and the "Shenying Fang" was the second emperor of the Jin court, Jin Taizong Wanyan Wu begging, and when he was in power, he imitated the Song court's secret service agency "Imperial City Division", and set up a special agency in China. The Divine Eagle Fang recruited warriors from all over the world for its effect, not only supervising hundreds of officials internally, but also being responsible for spying on the military situation externally. "Eagle Eye" is one of the leaders of the Eagle Fang who has been lurking in the Song Realm for a long time.

Tonight's operation "Eagle Eye" was meticulously planned and extremely hidden, but he never thought that Ye Pingpiao would come to the door late at night, and the news had already leaked.

Mi Di stared at it, and said in an astringent voice: "Master Ye, the Xiaoxiang faction and the Liantai faction have always been well water and do not interfere with river water, why do you want to wade through this troubled water?" Ye Pingpiao didn't answer for a while, raised his head to the sky, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The bright moon was in the sky, the autumn insects were chirping, the air in the courtyard seemed to be frozen, but the clouds in the sky were moving very fast, covering the cold moon in an instant.

Seeing that he was silent, his expression was extremely cold, and he couldn't hold it anymore, and shouted: "Ask for advice!" With a shake of his arm, he shook off the parting rope that was wrapped around the pen of the judge of life and death, and stabbed the enemy's Zhangmen acupoint with a move "White Ape Offering Fruit".

Under the moonlight, I didn't see Ye Pingpiao bending her knees and kicking the ground, but her body suddenly retreated sharply, her ape arm was lightly relaxed, and the soft rope in her right hand did not retreat but advanced, swinging out in front of her, and a pair of life and death judge pens had been stuck to Mi Di's pen between the lightning and the fire. Mi Di only felt that the judge's pen in his hand was almost unable to hold it, and when he wanted to get rid of the soft rope, the soft rope was wound like a spiritual snake, and the sharp rope tip was like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, attacking him in the face.

Wu Xueyun: "One inch is small, one inch is clever, one inch is long, one inch is strong." "Mi Di is short in stature, and a pair of life and death judge pens are only two feet eight inches long, specializing in taking acupoints and hitting positions, and the emphasis is on bullying and close combat, but when he encounters Ye Pingpiao's parting long rope, as soon as he fights, he is immediately dangerous, and if his face is hit by a soft rope, he will inevitably open his skin and flesh. He was horrified, and the life and death judge pen flicked upward, and a move "raised fire to the sky", penetrating the body of the pen, and the tip of the judge's pen was attached to the rope tip, which could block the soft rope that hit the face. Mi Di was shocked, only to feel that the strength of the judge's pen in his hand suddenly loosened, and there were a few soft sounds of "pop" and "pop" in the dimness, and the enemy's soft rope was already entangled with Ji Di's "Three Corpses Scattered Plague Whip".

Under the moonlight, I saw Ye Ping's soft rope dancing up and down, light and elegant, very good-looking, and the moves were like dragonflies dotting water, but they all hit the vital parts of the enemy's body;

Mi Di's two strokes were crossed, clanging, and he attacked from the side. His life and death judge pen pays attention to the acupuncture points, poking, stabbing, pointing, teasing, and dialing, and radially greeting the enemy's Baihui, Shenting, Fengchi, and Jizhong acupuncture points.

In the night, the three of them did not say a word, concentrating and fighting. After dozens of rounds of fierce fighting, Ye Pingpiao was one enemy and two, and the two sides were inseparable for a while. Ji Di didn't know if the enemy still had strong reinforcements on his side, and he gradually felt anxious in his heart, he had words in his mouth, and a layer of black gas appeared on his face in an instant, taking advantage of Ye Pingpiao's parting rope and Mi Di's life and death judge's pen entangled in one place, he stepped forward and slapped it out with a palm from the side.

Before Ji Di's flesh palm arrived and the palm wind came first, Ye Pingpiao only felt a fishy smell coming to his nose, knowing that it was the poisonous kung fu of the Xiaoxiang faction, he was not afraid, and shouted: "It's good!" I only heard a muffled sound, my palms intersected, and I slammed them together, and Ji Di said "hey", and the sound was slightly painful. Ye Pingpiao's palm was incomparably fierce, and Ji Huang staggered back three steps in a row, his internal organs were as uncomfortable as turning over a river and a sea, and the sweet and greasy blood in his throat surged up. The fear in his heart suddenly appeared, and a layer of black qi on his face gradually disappeared, thinking: "My corpse poisonous palm, ordinary people are poisoned and die immediately, can it be that he has cultivated a body that is invulnerable to all poisons?"

Ye Ping stood on the spot, and she also felt her qi and blood surging, and her chest was full of disgust. He raised his left palm to take a closer look, and there was nothing out of the ordinary. It turned out that he had prepared for this trip, and put a pair of transparent gloves as thin as cicada wings on his hands in advance, so that he dared to face Ji Huang's poisonous palm without fear.

Ye Ping saw that she was not afraid of the other party's poisonous palm, her spirit was greatly lifted, and she waved her parting rope and hit a vertical line, sweeping a large area, and the rope tip hit the ground with a crackling sound, dusty, and even more powerful. The three of them fought for dozens of rounds, and Ye Ping's parting rope flew up and down, and the shadows were everywhere, and the strong wind was blowing, accounting for seventy percent of the offensive. Ji Huang and Mi Di's three corpse whips and judge's pen were busy parrying, and gradually fell into decline.

Ji Di's temperament was calm, and he thought secretly: "The enemy is bullying the door tonight, and there is no fear, I am afraid that things will be bad, and once the corpse father is blamed, no one can afford it." The current plan is to stick to the backup and wait for the arrival of the big corpse brother. With a fixed mind, he shouted loudly: "Four corpse brothers, six corpse brothers, you guard the east, eight corpse brothers, twelve corpse brothers, you guard the west." It's a tricky idea, everyone is on the shoulders!" he shouted loudly, bluffing, intending to disturb the enemy's mind, and at the same time performing the "Flying Corpse Skill", his body fluttered up and down, turning sharply around Ye Ping, and his hands waved the three corpse scattering plague whips vigorously, tightly protecting his chest.

Mi Di understood the intentions of the three corpse brothers, and also held the heart of not seeking merit but seeking no fault, and launched the "Jumping Corpse Gong", like a zombie walking at night under the moonlight, with straight legs and stiff knees, jumping on the ground, with a strange shape, a pair of life and death judges poked the east and west points in all directions, intending to deal with the enemy.

Ye Pingpiao saw that the two of them were tightly guarding the door, the law was strict, it was the strategy of long-term fighting, obviously waiting for the arrival of reinforcements, unwilling to entangle again, he let out a long roar, kicked his right leg back, and kicked him straight under the ribs, and kicked him so that his ribs were cracked, and he screamed in pain. Farewell Suo followed by a "flowing wind back to snow", and rolled towards Ji Huang quickly, the soft rope seemed to have eyes, and with a "snap", the tip of the soft rope hit Ji Huang's chest, and a large piece of clothing was shattered, flying around like a butterfly. Ye Ping twisted the tip of the rope that was leaving the rope slightly, and he quickly rolled away a piece of paper in his arms.

Through the hazy moonlight, Ye Ping glanced at the slightly yellowed paper in his hand, which was the military deployment map that the Xiaoxiang faction was going to hand over to Jin Guo. He acted extremely decisively, and as soon as the deployment plan arrived, he no longer entangled with the enemy, and with a wave of parting, he attacked the two of them, forcing the enemy away, and his figure shook in an instant, and he jumped on the wall, began to work lightly, and quickly disappeared into the vast night.

Ye Pingpiao knew that the feathers were galloping, and he could not tolerate the slightest slackness, and the Xiaoxiang faction would not give up, taking advantage of the night, he chose the road all the way to the west, intending to send this important information to the Huomu Village of the Wugang Army in Xinning overnight.

After the Song Dynasty crossed to the south, a total of 16 roads were set up in the country, Jinghu South Road governed Tanzhou (now Changsha), and there were seven states: Tan, Heng, Dao, Yong, Shao, Chen, and Quan. There are thirty-seven in the county. Among them, the Shaozhou area is still popular and martial, and the place names in this area have always been closely related to the military setting. The origin of the name of Xinning County, it is because of the early years of Shaoxing Yang Zaixing in this incident, after being pacified by the official army, the government established "Xinning" county here, which means turbulence and pacification, and there is new tranquility here, and it is subject to the Wugang military festival. The Wugang Army was a military political region, and it was a state-level army parallel to Shaozhou at that time.

The army was a kind of military region in the Tang Dynasty, which only involved in the military and the army, and developed to the Song Dynasty through five dynasties, and has become an administrative region integrating soldiers, civilians, military and government. The places where the Song Dynasty set up armies were generally border passes, and a small number of remote passes in the mountains and rivers in the interior were also set up, mostly to suppress the local soldiers and people rebellion. Wugang, Li Daoyuan researched, "From the left and right Ergang confrontation, heavy resistance to Qi Xiu, can be two miles." After the old legend, the Han Dynasty attacked Wuling Barbarian, and the barbarian protected this Gang, so it was called Wugang. The Wugang Army was first established in the fifth year of Song Chongning (1106), and the purpose was to "control Xidong and suppress the barbarians".

Huomu Village, one of the Wugang garrisons, is not far from here. Ye Pingpiao's light skills were already very good, coupled with his impatience, he ran wildly all the way, and by the time the sky was about to dawn, he had already walked more than fifty miles.

Determined that there was no enemy behind him, he slowed down and came to a small stream beside the road. The sound of the stream is murmuring, the slopes on both sides of the bank are stacked with stones, and the trees are shady, which is quite quiet. Ye Pingpiao fought fiercely, and hurried away, and never closed her eyes all night, so she leaned over and washed her face with the stream water to lift her spirits. When he was about to get up, he suddenly found a person reflected in the stream, and he couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart, and when he looked at it again, he couldn't help but laugh dumbly, where was the enemy, it was clearly his own reflection in the stream.

At this moment, he felt hungry, and said in his heart: "I have traveled dozens of miles all this way, and no matter how powerful the Xiaoxiang faction is, it is laborious and time-consuming to report information, arrange manpower, and then determine my whereabouts. The current plan is to fill your stomach first, and then have the strength to hurry. He made up his mind and strode forward along the creek, not far from the smoke curling and the sound of anvils, which was a market town called Maxi that he was familiar with.

At that time, the sky was already bright, although Maxi Town was not big, there was a cage cake shop on the main street that had opened early, and a large steamer was placed at the door of the store, the white steam was steaming, and the charcoal fire under the furnace was shining, and it was burning vigorously.

Ye Pingpiao walked into the store, chose a stool near the door and sat down, and said, "Shopkeeper, next bowl of hot noodles, and another drawer of cage cakes." After a long night's travel, his stomach was rumbling and he was hungry.