The trembling sweat and blood of the old horse sweated a lot, which made Li Boyun feel distressed for a while. During the Xuanhua years, when the world was in turmoil, he put on armor and held a sword to defend the country, at that time the princes rose together, the war was raging, the corpses were everywhere, he fought the first defeat when it was also the last battle, he was in the army for ten years, went into battle to kill countless enemies, and crawled out of the pile of dead people to know that the emperor surrendered.

Li Boyun was resting in the largest teahouse in Yangguan City, and the fragrance of tea was overflowing. Although he surrendered and was defeated and returned to the Wei State, fortunately, the Wei Emperor Lao'er is a virtuous lord, after dominating the world, he opened a warehouse to release grain to relieve the people, built plank roads, treated the mediocre and incompetent, and beheaded hundreds of people who calamitated the country and the people.

It is also the good luck of this Great Wei that someone in another country has an early uprising, which makes the people miserable.

The old horse in the backyard dozed off in the haystack, like a man was getting old. The teahouse is auctioning off a few war-torn weapons, all of which were taken off the bodies of some generals who died on the battlefield, and the funny thing is that a dragon robe of the Luo Dynasty is hanging on the shelf. He came here this time, not only to drink tea and enjoy the music, the ancestral general sword was stolen by thieves back then, but he didn't expect to see it here, so he thought about taking a picture.

The sword is not a famous sword, the sword body is already rusty, decades of killing, the blade has some potholes, but the hilt of the sword is a dragon head is cyan, inlaid with a piece of old red jade, and the jade that has drunk countless human blood is particularly scarlet, and this dragon head is more like a bloodthirsty demon dragon to cut off the head and make the hilt of the sword.

In the early years, there was such a line of words engraved on the genealogy: "In the third year of Kaiyuan, the general Li Changsheng took three thousand soldiers to suppress the thieves, passing through the old dragon mountain, the sky was dark and the wind rose, such as the gossip, there was no way out, the general ordered the soldiers to camp on the spot to make fire, but the natural vision, like the opening of the world, the dragon's head pierced out of the black clouds, its eyes were scorched with gold and stone, and they could not look directly, and their mouths swallowed clouds and spit fog, and their fangs were like the moon, and they had the potential to swallow heaven and earth. The army was in a panic, a hundred horses neighed, seeing that this was not good, Chang Sheng drew his sword and got on the horse and shouted: "You and other monsters, Hugh has to disturb our army's heart and destroy my plan!" ”

Back then, listening to the old man's preaching, although this sword body is just an ordinary iron sword, this sword handle is cast by the dragon's head and made of absorbing the aura of heaven and earth, so it must not be cherished.

He poured out the rest of the tea, got up and shouted, "Don't shout again, man, I want this sword." With that, he dropped a few coins.

"Come on, you're going on. "Man, there is no ambiguity, this rusty iron sword that no one wants when it burns a fire stick, and someone spends these money two, so it is naturally a no-loss deal.

Although the old horse is not physically strong, but it can also walk slowly like a donkey, Bo Yun looked worried, so he took a bundle of grass and led this old fellow, after fighting for so many years, it was time to rest.

The leaky pot in the house was already in the middle of the day, he placed the old horse, walked into the house, and touched the general's sword with some residual warmth, like an old friend reunited. At this time, his adopted son Li Tangqing laughed at him, "The old man is a general again, and the old man is a general again!"

He hasn't practiced martial arts for a long time, and his swordsmanship is a little rusty, but his old bones can't tolerate tossing, like an old horse, he is content with a quiet rest.

Tang Qing, there is a green mountain road in front of the hall, and a smile is in vain. When I picked up the child from the pile of corpses, I was screaming, my father and mother were dead, and it was also pitiful, so I adopted it and named it Li Tangqing.

This kid went to study with a few friends today, and today there was a young private school gentleman in the city who was rich and rich, and I heard a few girls next door every day that Mr. was born with a handsome appearance and a good demeanor, but the child who couldn't go to school was attracted to the past.

It's no wonder that the old gentleman in the south of the city has been drinking tea and visiting the market lately, which is probably the reason.

Today's private school is very lively, many students and children come here, and Aunt Wang of the vegetable market also pulled Widow Zhao to "have a look", so she has to take a look at the humble gentleman of Yushu Lingfeng.

He felt that since he was a private school teacher, he had to listen to people talk about the way of the Analects, which was good, and he had to look at it like this. It's a little because I'm old, I don't know the love of these girls and children, when I was young, I only like a clean land, chanting Taoism and practicing martial arts, and those court officials are also looking for a clean place to practice, now Guotai Ming'an, these children like to join in the fun, a few children get together to discuss whose shopkeeper to rub some snacks to eat and play, a few girls wiped rouge, standing on the bridge and quietly discussing which son was born handsome, as if to meet a vigorous love.

Tang Qing has reached the age of bundling his hair, in Bo Yun's opinion, this child should be full of poetry and books, and ascend to the hall of elegance, just like today's old lady Hu, one person is above ten thousand people, and he is famous and famous, and he will feel at ease. It's a pity that this kid just followed himself, so he listened to the storyteller talk about flying eaves and walls, talking about swords and swords, and inspiring to become a powerful hero.

Bo Yun has no children of his own, and he married in his early years, but the lady has died of illness and entered the ground, and has become a widow of Bo Yun, he raised Tang Qing as his own son, hoping that he would get ahead.

At this moment, Tang Qing should be reading poetry with his mouth wide open, posing as a chivalrous man, there are so many girls today, he must show off the poor ink in his stomach. Fortunately, Bo Yun also read some books, wrote a pen, mentioned a lot of poems to this child, and gave him a pair of poems and paintings.

A general is drinking and worried, his face is unwilling, the war horses outside the pavilion are very fat, and the plum blossoms are also in the season of blooming, Bo Yun wrote a poem: "A nine-foot man's body, both civil and military; a sweaty horse, a three-foot green cylinder sword; the country is broken, Top Gun is in the clouds; I want to turn the tide, but I look at the moon in front of the hall." ”

Tang Qing carries it with him every time he travels, and today he has to show off his hands like Mr. Private School.

Since Tang Qing began to go to private school, Tang Qing told him, if you encounter someone arrested, you must shout, and then run as fast as possible, although the world is very peaceful now, but as the saying goes, the king of Hades is easy to go, and the little ghost is difficult to deal with, this righteous thief who kills and robs people is gone, but this market is still full of villains, and the thieves are surviving, otherwise there will not be so many poor people in the prison of this yamen.

I heard the shopkeeper who sold pork say that on the first day that Mr. Private School came, his girl went to study, but he couldn't catch up in the past, and said that this gentleman got a lecture very late, and he was also very worried. It's almost an hour's journey to the private school.

Tang Qing often said to his partners, "Daddy Bo Yun is very verbose, and he has to tell him to go home early thousands of times a day." After speaking, he followed the example of Mr. Kong in the portrait and shook his head to reason.

There are not many people in the Yamen, although Yangguan City is not big, but it takes a little time to patrol and hunt, not to mention a few drinks, so when it comes to Hai, there are few pedestrians on the street, and the children are almost at this time to get home.

Bo Yun looked at the empty yard, smiled helplessly, and got up to feed the horses. Maybe Tang Qing is "showing his skills" at the moment.