Late at night, the mansion of the Wang family in Nanwei Village, the first gentry in the small village, Wang Dongsheng, the rich man, was sitting in the study, counting the box of silver ingots with white flowers on the bookcase in the spring.

Rosacea Wang Lang lazily sat on the sandalwood chair opposite, his legs on the bookcase, and complained, "Dad, I have been beaten like this, you must help me take revenge!"

Wang Dongsheng stopped his movements, looked up at his son with a blue nose and swollen face, and was very angry in his heart.

This Wang Dongsheng may have done too many evils, he still had no children in his fifties, and later ransomed a Qinglou woman as a concubine in Ziwu Guan Xingchun Building, and gave birth to a son within a few years.

Wang Dongsheng, who was old enough to have a son, was very happy, and begged someone to name him Wang Lang, so that when this son grew up, he could dominate the great Song Dynasty.

It's a pity that this lone seedling Wang Lang is really uncompetitive, and he only knows how to be idle all day long.

When he was a teenager, he had already enlarged the bellies of several young girls in the village several times, and in the end, Wang Dongsheng spent money to solve these bad things.

"Hmph, you didn't know to run to me to complain when you suffered a loss, and you don't even see your shadow in general. ”

Wang Dongsheng slapped a silver ingot on the table and glared at Wang Lang angrily.

Wang Lang rolled his eyes, hurriedly put down his legs, put away his lazy appearance, and lied pitifully:

"Dad, I really don't blame me for this! This morning, I was alone and wanted to go to the private school to ask my husband to teach me a few lines of poetry, and I happened to meet the little bastard of the Wang family on the way, and I also said hello to him, but he didn't say a word when he saw me, and he beat me up, and said that you are molesting his mother to cause his mother to jump into the well, and if he can't beat it, you will first find me to relieve his anger, and he also said when he left, when he grows up, he will beat you together!"

As soon as the words fell, only to hear a "bang", Wang Dongsheng pushed the big wooden box containing silver ingots in front of him to the ground, and scolded angrily again and again:

"Presumptuous! This damn little bastard! What a leopard guts! I'm going to tear him to pieces!"

Looking at the anger in Wang Dongsheng's eyes, the corners of Wang Lang's mouth hooked up a sinister smile.

As the so-called knowing father is better than a son, what kind of character his father is, he Wang Lang knows too well!

Back then, the incident of the horn and his mother throwing himself into the well was a knot that Wang Dongsheng couldn't untie for the rest of his life, not because the rich man couldn't bear it, but because he hated that he hadn't gotten it yet.

"Tomorrow I will go to Ziwu Pass to find Cao Shenling, and ask him to take that little bastard to the barracks to fill the army, and find an opportunity to kill him. ”

Wang Dongsheng did not lose his mind because of anger, the law of the Great Song Dynasty is sound, and he seeks people's lives, if the East Window incident happens, he will lose his head, at this time, it is best to outwit it, not recklessly!

Wang Lang thought it was true, gave his father a thumbs up, and was about to speak, when the door was kicked open.

The father and son looked up, only to see two teenagers, one fat and one thin, walking in outside the door, it was Ye Feng and the horn.

"You still dare to come to my house?"

Wang Lang couldn't help but be a little surprised when he saw Ye Feng and the others swaggering into the Wang family's mansion, but more of them gloated.

The Wang family's mansion has always raised more than a dozen thugs, and since these two guys who don't know whether they are alive or dead have entered the palace, he Wang Lang doesn't believe that they can still stand and go out.

Wang Dongsheng, who has more experience, is more cautious, and turned his head to shout outside the door: "Someone is coming, .....

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Ye Feng raising his hand, "No need to shout, they are all tied up in the firewood room by me." ”

Wang Dongsheng was stunned at first when he heard this, then smiled contemptuously, and shouted outside the door: "Where are all the people? What are you doing to eat? Did someone break into the mansion and not find out?"

However, all that responded to him was the terrible silence outside the door, and the snowflakes that fell in the night...

Seeing that there was no reaction outside the door, Wang Dongsheng already knew that what the young man in front of him said was true, there was more cold sweat on his forehead, his eyes were terrified, and he smirked: "I don't know where the little hero is? If you want money, I have five hundred taels of snowflake silver here, and the little hero can take it." ”

The man raised his hand and pointed to the silver ingots scattered on the ground, feeling a little more confident.

And Wang Lang, who was on the side with rosacea, was already trembling in his legs at this time, and quietly hid behind him, with timidity in his eyes.

Ye Feng didn't answer, and silently took off the back basket on his body and put it on the ground.

In the back basket, the toad ingots looked at the silver ingots scattered not far away through the cracks in the bamboo strips, and the drooling was long.

"I don't want money, because there are some things that money can't measure, such as human life, such as conscience. ”

Ye Feng lowered his head, said to himself word by word, did not look at Wang Dongsheng and his son from beginning to end, and then took out the silver short sword from his cuff, handed it to the horn, stared at his eyes, and said, "Only kill the damned." ”

The stocky boy nodded, and took the dagger without saying a word.

Seeing this, Wang Dongsheng wanted to say something more, but Wang Lang on the side had already knelt on the ground, and preemptively spoke: "Wang Trumpet, Uncle Trumpet, I beg you to spare me! Your mother was killed by my father, but it's none of my business!"

After speaking, this son's forehead slammed on the bluestone slab on the ground like pounding garlic, and he no longer had the pride he had when he bullied people before.

The short and fat boy didn't speak, but walked slowly forward with a gloomy face.

When Wang Dongsheng heard his son's words, he turned his head in disbelief, and looked at his son for a long time before he raised his sleeves and pointed at Wang Lang tremblingly, and scolded: "Rebel! You rebel! I still asked for mercy in vain, I want him not to kill you, you actually treat me like this!"

After all, the man is already in tears.

Wang Lang ignored his father, just knelt on the ground and moved to the side, for fear that he would be splashed with blood later, and there was still a trace of disgust in the depths of his eyes.

"Woohoo lament~!"

With a cry of disappointment, Wang Dongsheng's heart was pierced by the silver short sword, and he was lying in a pool of blood, while Wang Lang, who was rosacea on the side, sat on the ground with a water stain between his legs.

Wiping the short sword on his sleeve twice, the horn slowly got up and walked towards Wang Lang.

"Trumpet, please, don't... Other... Don't kill me. ”

Wang Lang supported his body with both hands and kept retreating, his face mixed with saliva and tears.

The short and fat boy did not say a word, and slowly stepped forward with a gloomy face, forcing him into a corner.

"Ah~"

With a scream like killing a pig, Wang Lang was stabbed in the leg by a horn.

"This sword was stabbed for Mr. Private School's daughter!"

The short and fat boy gritted his teeth coldly and said the first sentence after entering the house, but his stocky face looked extremely hideous in Wang Lang's eyes, and after a pause, the horn raised the short sword in his hand again:

"This sword was stabbed for the broken leg of my neighbor's fourth aunt's son. ”

"This sword was stabbed for the three and a half months when my grandmother was pushed off the bridge to fetch water by the bridge. ”

"This sword...."

With a total of seventeen swords, Wang Lang's legs had been blurred by the flesh and blood of the stabs, but the arteries were not injured.

From beginning to end, the horn did not mention the things about being bullied by Wang Lang, as if he didn't remember it at all.

Wang Lang looked at the young man with a gloomy face on the opposite side, as if he saw the most terrible demon in the world, and then looked down at his legs and the blood gushing out, rolled his eyes, and fainted.

Ye Feng, who had been standing in place and had not moved, walked to the side of the speaker, patted him lightly on the shoulder, bent down and picked up the silver ingot on the ground, "Let's clean it up together, let's let it go back wherever it comes from." ”

Hearing this, the young man with a bloody face handed the silver short sword back to Ye Feng, grinned his white teeth, showed a sincere smile to the young man, and squatted on the ground to silently pick up the silver ingot.

That night, two silver ingots were thrown into the yard of each of the 127 households in Nanqi Village.

At night, in front of another small courtyard next to the dilapidated house of the Trumpet's house, there was a bag of white noodles, two pieces of bacon, and a pile of chopped firewood.

On this night, two teenagers walked out of Nanwei Village, one later became a swordsman, and the other became the Blazing Tiger General who terrified the soldiers of the Jin Army in Ziwu Guanli.

In an antique small mansion in Ziwuguan, a bewitching beautiful woman with a peach blossom face and a red belly pocket is lying on the bed with a naked man.

The woman's flushed cheeks and the man's heavy breathing were enough to show that the two had just gone through a cloud and rain.

"Surnamed Cao, when will you solve the problem of that old guy marrying me?"

The beautiful woman lifted her jade foot and put it on the man's lap and rubbed it gently, clinging to the man's ear, and asked softly with a sigh of relief.

"What's the hurry..."

The man's palm touched the beautiful woman's snow-white thigh, "Hold on a little longer, and it's not too late for me to find out the whereabouts of the sword and kill him." ”

"But..."

The beautiful woman's willow eyebrows frowned slightly, and her expression was slightly annoyed, "But Lang'er, under the discipline of that old guy, is becoming more and more unlearned, I'm afraid that I won't be able to change it after a long time!"

"Hey~"

The man waved his hand and said impatiently: "There will be gains and losses, don't worry, when the sword is in hand, I will throw Lang'er into the barracks, and then his inferior nature will naturally be worn away." ”

With that, he pushed the beautiful woman to the bed and threw herself on, causing the latter to laugh coquettishly.

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The reason why the Great Song Dynasty used Ziwu Pass as a military fortress was because the terrain here was very dangerous, easy to defend and difficult to attack.

The east and west are all mountains and mountains, the south is open, thousands of hectares of fertile land with sufficient grain and grass, and the north is a verdant grassland, facing the Jin army from afar.

The endless flat grassland makes it impossible to hide, if the national war comes, Jin Guozhen attacks from the front, I am afraid that he will have to pay an extremely heavy price.

Although Ziwu Pass is called Guan, the scale is comparable to the capital of the Great Song Dynasty.

There are more than 2 million Iron Eagle Guards in the Guannai, plus more than 2 million military dependents and ordinary people in the Guannai, and there are nearly 1,000 gangs in the large and small martial arts.

After Ye Feng and Wang Horn left Nanwei Village, they rushed all the way in the direction of Ziwu Pass.

At this time, standing on the official road, looking at the towering black brick city wall dozens of feet high in front of him, a flame ignited in the chests of the two young men.