When the boy was fifteen or twenty years old, he won the horse on foot.

Shoot the white-fronted tiger in Zhongshan, and be willing to count the yellow beards!

One body fought three thousand miles, and one sword was once a million divisions.

The Han soldiers were as fast as a thunderbolt, and the captives were afraid of thistles.

Wei Qing was undefeated by God, and Li Guang had no merit.

Since it was abandoned, it has decayed, and the world has become a wasted head.

In the past, there was no full sight of flying arrows, and today we have a left elbow.

When selling the old Hou melon on the side of the road, he learned to plant Mr. Willow in front of the door.

The vast ancient trees are even poor alleys, and the cold mountains are empty.

The oath is ordered to fly out of the spring, not like the Yingchuan empty wine.

Helan Mountain is like a cloud, and the feathers are heard day and night.

The festival envoy Sanhe recruited young people, and the edict sent five generals out.

Try to brush the iron clothes like snow, and talk about holding the sword and moving the stars.

I wish to shoot the general. Shame order Yue Jia Ming Wu army.

Don't be afraid of the old days, and you can still make meritorious deeds in a war.

This poem "Veteran General's Journey" was originally written by the Tang Dynasty poet Wang Wei to the famous general Li Guang of the Han Dynasty, which describes Li Guang's difficult journey of killing the Hun cavalry camp and returning to the Han Dynasty army. Back then, General Fei fought a hundred battles against the Huns, but he ended up in an embarrassing situation of "Feng Tang is easy to get old, and Li Guang is difficult to seal". If it weren't for Sima Qian's preference, this famous general who was dedicated to his duties would probably be laughed at in history.

However, Li Guang's prestige remained in the Hetao Plain, and after several generations of changes, it was inevitable that all tribes would always have respect for General Fei.

At this time, it was the change of autumn and winter, and at the foot of Helan Mountain, a hundred-man cavalry team was riding south.

The first man rode a snowflake horse, and the horse's four hooves were churning and the horses were extremely powerful. The person on the horse was wearing a large coat, with a silk ribbon tied around his waist, a brocade belt on his head, and three carved feathers inserted in his left ear. Looking at the face again, this person has a large forehead, thick beard, and bright eyes.

This song "Veteran Xing" is what he sang just now.

The bearded man was followed by a military general, wearing armor, holding the reins in one hand and pressing the waist knife in the other, his eyes scanning around like lightning.

The accompanying 100 samurai, all with big shoulders and round waists, and stiff bows on their shoulders, all looked like warriors who were one in a thousand.

The military general took a few steps quickly, and caught up with the bearded man led by him and said: "Your Majesty, go past the Weiming Valley in front of you, and you will arrive in the territory of Shaanzhou in the Song Dynasty.

The bearded man shook his head: "My father has repeatedly told me to Taoguang and Song Chenliao. This secret trip, don't disturb the local officials of the Song Dynasty, after crossing the border, let's change into the ordinary clothes of the Han people, and act in a low-key manner all the way. ”

After thinking about it, he said: "You told your soldiers not to be too ostentatious, this time I went to Bianliang, Tokyo, to ask the emperor Zhao Heng for peace, don't make trouble on the way." ”

The military general immediately clenched his fists and took the order, and turned around to pass the word.

At this moment, the team has arrived at the mouth of the famous valley.

The wide road was squeezed into a sheep farm path by the cliffs on both sides, and everyone could only enter in a row in turn.

The Weiming Valley is a shortcut to the border of the Northern Song Dynasty through the Baima River, and since ancient times, the ethnic minorities in Xirong have often used this natural danger as a military artery.

The widest road in the valley can only pass by three horses side by side. The cliffs on both sides are like knives and axes, the cliffs are steep, and there is no sunlight all day long, and often the fallen leaves on the ground have not yet rotted, and they have accumulated another layer. Day after day, the miasma runs rampant here, and the further you go inside, the more eerie it becomes.

The team finally walked to a wide area, and the leader of the bearded man motioned to wait for the people who were left behind, he raised his horsewhip and struck it in the void, and there was a crisp sound of "pop", and the echo was heard far away.

Before the sound fell, suddenly a gust of wind blew in the face, and a strong fishy smell came out of the wind, and before everyone could react, the war horses under the crotch were already neighing in fright, and some horses raised their front hooves high, almost overturning people to the ground.

The snowflake horse is abnormal, not comparable to an ordinary war horse, but even so, it is a little frightened, neighing softly, and its nostrils are closed one by one, slightly flustered. The bearded man on the horse had also noticed the abnormality, and shouted: "Calm down! ”

These 100 warriors had been on the battlefield for a long time, and when they heard the order, they immediately stepped on the stirrup, tightened the reins, and lined up in a line, took off their hard bows, and set up carved arrows, which seemed to be well-trained.

The general had already held the sword in his hand and rode forward. At that moment, a thunderous roar came from the wind, and a beast burst out of the shadows.

Everyone followed the sound and looked over, the beast said it was a tiger, but it didn't look like it, it looked twice as big as an ordinary tiger, and it was dressed in light brown fur, and the pattern was full of spots.

The most terrifying thing is that two thick fangs stick out of the mouth, like two long daggers.

"Shanhuang! It's Shanhuang!"

Some in the crowd exclaimed, and some horses turned around in fright, allowing blood to burst from the corners of their mouths.

Taking advantage of this small commotion in the team, the mountain yellow beast quickly approached in front of him in a few vertical leaps one after another. The general shouted: "Release the arrows", and dozens of feathered arrows shot over in unison. But what everyone didn't expect was that all the arrows shot were dodged by this beast.

After a few dodges, Shan Huang jerked his forepaw and cut a long hole in a horse's belly, scattering the horse's intestines mixed with blood plasma.

The samurai on the horse was not slow, and without waiting for the horse to fall, he drew his waist knife and slashed at Yamahuang's head. Who knew that the mountain yellow turned his head and made a vertical leap, and then crashed into the other side, knocking a Huang Biao horse out sideways, and crashing into the cliff together with the warriors on the horse, and instantly a person and a horse burst their brains and died, and everyone's faces changed color, and they couldn't believe that this beast was so strong and powerful.

Shan Huang came and went like a ghost, rushing left and right by taking advantage of the narrow terrain of the valley, and the people were always slow to shoot arrows and swords, and in an instant seven or eight horses and four warriors had died tragically.

More than a hundred people couldn't help but be a brute, and the general couldn't help but be a little annoyed, and shouted: "Don't panic, line up ......"

Hearing the sound, Shan Huang quickly ran to his horse, opened his bloody mouth, and bit the horse's neck fiercely. The war horse was in pain, and jumped and shook his head frantically with a scream, but helplessly two long fangs were stuck in the flesh like blades, coupled with Shanhuang's heavy body, he saw that the general was about to be thrown to the ground with people and horses.

Said that it was too late and that was fast, the snowflake next to him immediately reached out and took off a long knife from the victory hook, his wrist shook, and the skin sheath wrapped in the head of the knife fell off, and everyone only saw the cold light crossing, and the mountain yellow beast was split into two pieces together with the general's war horse, and the corpse fell down in an instant.

The general got up and hurriedly knelt on the ground, kowtowing again and again.

"The last general should be damned, he failed to protect the king, he really deserves to die!"

"General Liu, please get up, the incident happened in a hurry, I don't blame you, you didn't get hurt, did you?"

"When I return to the king, I will be rescued in time, and I will be unscathed. ”

"Well, that's good. ”

As he spoke, the bearded man jumped off his horse, wiped the blade at the bottom of his boots, turned around and said coldly: "Kill all the war horses that turned around and fled just now, my party never leaves deserters, and the horses are the same!"

As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of warriors had already drawn their waist swords, and their hands were up and down. In an instant, more than thirty horses' heads fell to the ground, blood spurted everywhere, and the valley was filled with bloody aura.

This bearded man is the son of Li Jiqian, the king of Xiping in Xiazhou, Li Deming.

Li Jiqian was defeated and fought repeatedly throughout his life, never compromised, and led the various tribes of the party to experience more than 100 battles with the Tubo, Uighur and Song dynasties, before he laid a vast territory for the Western Xia from the west to the sandbank and the east to Lingzhou, and he himself was named the king of Xiping by Song Zhenzong.

In 1004 AD, Li Jiqian was conspired by Pan Luozhi in a great battle with the Six Valleys of Tubo and died of serious injuries. Before he died, he specially told his son Li Deming that he must make peace with Song Chenliao, that is, to ask for peace with the Song Dynasty, bow down to the Khitan Liao State, and strive for a favorable opportunity for the growth of Western Xia.

Li Deming, who inherited his father's will, was recognized by Song Zhenzong and inherited his father's throne.

After three years of mourning, in order to express his heart, Li Deming led the general Liu Renqiao and a hundred warriors from Lingzhou to go all the way south to meet the emperor of the Song Dynasty in Bianliang, Tokyo, and stop the war and seek peace. I never thought that in this famous valley, I would encounter a rare beast mountain yellow.

Li Deming walked to Shan Huang's corpse and took a closer look, and saw that the two fangs were as thick as a child's arms, and they could be more than three feet long from the root to the tip of the teeth, like two sharp blades.

"No matter how powerful this fangs are, they can't compete with the king's three stop knives. If you like, your lord, I will remove these two fangs. ”

As he spoke, the military general Liu Renqiao pulled out the short knife in his boots and cut the two huge fangs.

"There is General Lao Liu. ”

Li Deming agreed casually, and grabbed a mountain yellow paw with his hand: this foot is several times larger than his palm, and the nails are hidden in the meat pad, and they can be more than three inches long when they stretch out, which is unimaginable to grasp people. No wonder the horse was hit only once, and his stomach was broken.

Looking at the waist and crotch of Shan Huang again, this is a male beast.

"Shanhuang was originally an ancient giant beast, it has been extinct for a long time, and I have only heard about it from the big man of Wujuntang, how can it appear in this famous valley?"

"Your Majesty, I heard the big guy say that there are black clouds in Helan Mountain recently, and there seems to be some bad omen?"

While speaking, Liu Renmiao wiped off the blood stains of the two fangs he dug out, held them in his hands, and handed them to Li Deming: "Why don't you wait until you come back, go and ask Lord Xiangyu." ”

Li Deming picked up the Shanhuang fangs and put them into the animal skin bag: "The great wizard said that the Shanhuang male and female live together, the male beast appears, and the female beast may be nearby, I don't think it is appropriate to stay here for a long time, hurry up and get on the road, if there is no horse, the two of them will ride together, and get out of the valley as soon as possible."

After that, it was too peaceful. The group went south along the official road, passed Yan'an Mansion and Hezhong Mansion, and on this day, they came to Bianliang City in Tokyo.

This ancient city, which has gone through many dynasties, has reached its peak under the rule of the Song Dynasty. Everyone entered the inner city from Wansheng Gate, inquired about the address of the post station along the way, and walked along the most prosperous East Cross Street and West Jiaolou Street in Bianliang City.

In the early years of the Northern Song Dynasty, the tile shop of Bianliang City has been quite prosperous, there are more than 50 large and small gardens in the city, what lotus shed, peony shed, and yaksha shed are brightly lit day and night, and can accommodate thousands of people to listen to the play and watch the juggling at the same time, what puppet show, shadow play, palace tune, novel, dance and whirl, and call the fruit sound one after another. In the streets and alleys of restaurants, the aroma of wine and meat wafting from Yulou Buns, Cao Po Meatloaf, Zhuangyuan Building, Qingfeng Building, and Panlou Winery all attract all kinds of diners.

Li Deming sighed in his heart, the Central Plains region is rich in natural treasures, and the people are rich, which is like our party members, who have lived in the desert and bitter cold land for generations, and only rely on hunting and grazing to make a living. Especially in recent years, the continuous wars, the population of Western Xia has decreased sharply, and the people are suffering, so it is indeed time to recuperate.

It seems that Song Chenliao is the most suitable strategic proposition for Western Xia at the moment.

He originally wanted to find the Honglu Temple Post House, but as he walked, he couldn't enjoy the prosperity of Bianliang, Tokyo, and slowed down. The samurai under his command were even more dazzling, and everyone walked around to take a look and immerse themselves in it.

Li Deming was walking, when he suddenly heard a noise behind him, and when he looked back, it turned out that it was a samurai who was with him and the owner of the bun shop who was arguing. I only heard the owner of the steamed bun shop say loudly: "I can't find your money, this steamed bun won't sell you, you will pay me for the bun." ”

The warrior's name was Yeli Dorjee, and he was eating half a bun in his mouth, holding a silver ingot in his hand, and he had to give it to the owner of the bun shop: "You have such a big shop, you can't even find a silver tael or two, what's the reason? I ate the bun, is it possible to vomit it back to you?"

"Hey, you rough brother and reckless man, looking at the foolish and foolish, can't you think of such an arrogant and unreasonable, how many stinky money are amazing? What kind of place is this? Tokyo Bianliang, at the feet of the Son of Heaven, you dare to go wild here?"

"Hurry up and find money, rambling fart, rambling again, Lao Tzu ......" Yeli Duoji said and clenched his sandbag-sized fist to fight, but Li Deming caught up and grabbed him: "What are you doing!"

"Wang ...... That one...... Master, I'm hungry, just now he beckoned me to try his buns, I picked them up and took a bite, they were delicious, I wanted to buy him a few buns to satisfy my hunger, but he couldn't find change......

"What did I tell you before I came?"

Li Deming scolded Yeli Duoji with a strong voice, turned to the boss of the bun shop and hugged his fist: "Boss, I have some scattered silver taels, have you seen enough?"

As he spoke, he took out a few pieces of silver from his bosom and handed them over. The owner of the bun shop flashed in his eyes, and immediately smiled: "Enough is enough, enough to buy a few cages of drawers." And as he spoke, he reached out and took the money.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Li Deming's hand was loosened, the broken silver fell down one after another, these broken silver were already small and fragmented, and it was difficult to find them on the ground, and they were about to fall to the ground. ”

Li Deming smiled slightly and motioned to Yeli Dorjee to get the buns. Looking up at the roof again, a dark shadow disappeared.

Liu Renqiao leaned over and whispered, "Your Majesty, there have always been people on the roof following us. ”

"I know that the owner of this steamed bun shop is either the head catcher of Kaifeng Mansion, or the master of the Imperial City Division, it is not advisable to stay here for a long time, tell his subordinates, without my order, you must not act without permission. ”

"Yes!"