When Yun Fei's injuries improved and he could see enough to walk on the ground, Han Fengge and his entourage said goodbye to the Bai family's father and maid, and continued to go south all the way to the last refreshing of spring.

The farther he went south, the more turbulent Han Fengge's heart became, just because there was a place on the road ahead that was inextricably linked to him.

Along the way, because Yun Fei's injuries were no longer serious, they sped up their journey.

Speeding up their journey, they finally arrived in Zhenjiang County at the beginning of April. The Zhenjiang River in late spring is full of rain, and the river water is sparkling and the azure smoke and rain are connected. Han Fengge and the four of them gave up the ox cart to cross the river, and when they looked back, they saw that the road was already hidden in the smoke and rain. On the embankment of the riverside, the green willows are weeping and the green grass is green, and the visitors are weaving. There are talented and beautiful people who hold umbrellas and swim together on the willow side, and there are also farmers who take oxen and hoe and hurriedly enter the field.

The four of them came to Zhenjiang County and picked a clean inn near the river to stay. At dusk, Han Fengge stood by the window and looked at the river in the rain in a daze. Yun Fei, who was already able to get out of bed and walk around, slowly came to his side and asked, "Want to go and see?"

Han Fengge nodded and said, "Well, I want to go and see that place." When I was very young, I heard my family often talk about the war. Later, when I grew up, I often secretly rubbed books in the teahouse when I was in the rivers and lakes, and I heard a lot from the storyteller's mouth when I listened to it. Even my eldest brother, who has always been disdainful of the world, once said that even if you put aside the kindness of your parents to him and look at the war objectively, although it may not be the most fierce in history, it must be the most resourceful and wonderful. I didn't have a chance before, so I wanted to check it out this time since I had the opportunity to pass by. ”

Yun Fei stretched out his hand and rubbed his head and said, "Then let's go and see, after all, I also admire the deeds of General Han and his wife very much." ”

At this moment, there was a burst of cheers from the tea house downstairs: "Good!

Han Fengge was standing in front of the window listening to the cheers downstairs, when Sang Sang ran over and pulled him down: "Little brother, go and listen, someone downstairs is talking about the Zhongwu Gong and his wife fighting Huang Tiandang~ I heard that the Zhongwu Gong is also surnamed Han like you." ”

Han Fengge was pulled by her with a wry smile: "Actually, I am fortunate to have the same surname as Zhongwu Gong!"

Han Fengge and a few people walked downstairs, wanting to find a quiet table to drink tea and listen to books, but found that the hall downstairs was overcrowded, and they were fascinated by each other, applauding from time to time. In desperation, the four of them had to separate the two tables and squeeze together with other tea customers.

The man who sat on the stage was an old man with a white beard, although he was older, he still sat flat, his waist was straight, his eyes were shining, and the tea he had placed on the desk had lost the slightest heat, but he had never seen him take a sip. The delicate girl in her teenage years next to her may be his granddaughter, "Knock knock!" The two drums sounded with the air of killing in the army.

The drum sounded, everyone in the audience was silent, and the old man said in a deep breath: "That day, the river was covered with smoke and rain, and the barbarian fourth prince Zongbi wanted to use the smoke and rain and fog to try to break through again. General Han of Zhongwu Gong got the enemy's situation, ordered 8,000 Han troops, dispatched 100 warships, and arranged troops to block the front and rear intercept the barbarian troops on the river again. The barbarian fourth prince Zong Bi saw that he could not break through, so he sent someone to shout, and was willing to exchange millions of wealth and beautiful jade BMW for a way to live and ask the general to open the net. On the flagship of the Great Zhou, our Zhongwu Gong Han General stood with his sword, and the Korean flag behind him was lined up in the wind. The general replied to the barbarian prince in a loud voice: Return my two palaces and restore my territory, then you can be complete!"

When the old man said this, the audience and the tea guests applauded one after another! Sang Sang, who was at the same table as Han Fengge, said crisply: "General Han is really a hero in the world!" Everyone cheered again. The girl on the stage sounded the drum twice, and the old man looked at Han Fengge and continued: "There is no doubt that General Han is heroic, but Mrs. Han is also a heroine and heroine among women! My Great Zhou soldiers have a great momentum, and they vow to capture that Zong Bisheng alive! At this point, 100,000 barbarian soldiers have been trapped in Huang Tiandang by 8,000 Han family troops for more than a month!" The old man's words fell, and there was another burst of restless applause from the audience.

The old man didn't wait for the cheers to stop, and slapped the wood in his hand on the case: "I want to know what will happen next, and listen to my decomposition next time!"

The audience was not happy anymore, and coaxed him to continue. The old man waved his hand and said, "It's not that I won't talk about it, but I'm done talking today, what will I talk about tomorrow?" The old man and his granddaughter Cuicui are counting on your tea money to eat. After the old man finished speaking, someone brought tea and rewarded money. It's just that at this time, an inopportune voice sounded on a table by the window: "You old man is obviously nonsense, did you see what happened with your own eyes at that time? Eight thousand Han family troops besieged 100,000 barbarian soldiers Jiang Shang for more than a month, talking in a dream!"

The old man listened to the questioning voice of the northern voice, and his eyes flashed and shouted: "The old man is not talented, and he carried the flag for General Han at that time." The barbarian captain and general, I still cut one or two old men. If you hadn't lost a leg on the battlefield, the old man would have kicked you back into the desert!"

As soon as the old man said this, the tea guests in the building coaxed the merchants from the north and said, "Go back to your desert~" There are a few tables of younger students who have already rolled up their sleeves and are about to start.

When the guests at the table saw the anger of the crowd, they hurriedly threw down a very large silver ingot, and fled out of the inn.

The innkeeper walked to the table, picked up the silver ingot, and said with a smile: "This northern barbarian is generous. After speaking, he took the silver ingot and came to the old storyteller, slapped the silver ingot on the case and said: "Wang lame, you are really as majestic as you were back then! ”

The old man immediately put on a smiling face, got up and leaned against the table and said with a smile: "Little old man, thank you for the shopkeeper's reward." ”

The shopkeeper grinned, "Don't, I can't stand your old words." If my dad knew about this, he would have jumped out of the grave and knocked me on the head. ”

After speaking, the shopkeeper said to the tea guests who were coaxing around: "Don't be foolish, call this old man tomorrow and continue to say, designate to be able to break the city and capture the horse from the beginning of Zhongwu Gongchu from the army in Western Xia, until the general horse steps on the Huanglong Mansion, how about it?"

The tea guests in the audience applauded in unison, but the lame old storyteller muttered, "Then I have to hope that the old man will live for a few more years." ”

There is a Zhongwu temple on the golden mountain forty miles east of Zhenjiang County, and the temple is not a god or a saint but a man and a woman and two couples of generals, it is the Zhongwu Gong Han Shixing and his wife who have trapped the enemy here for more than a month.

Early that morning, Han Fengge and the four of them hired a small boat early and ran east along the river to the former battlefield. Originally, Han Fengge went to himself alone, but then Sang Sang heard that he was going to Jinshan to worship the couple who admired him after listening to a book, so he argued that he must go.

Stepping on the cool morning breeze, Han Fengge and they finally came to this not very big Zhongwu Temple, and it was very coincidental that they met the lame old man and grandson who were telling stories in the inn yesterday outside the temple. The old man saw that they only nodded slightly, but did not speak.

When Han Fengge and the others entered the temple to worship, the lame old man's ancestors and grandchildren stood in front of the temple and did not leave, seemingly waiting for them.

Han Fengge entered the temple and looked at the two lifelike statues, and his heart was filled with endless thoughts, but despite this, he was like an ordinary tourist who came to worship, put on incense, kowtowed and didn't say anything else.

When Han Fengge walked out of the temple gate, the old storyteller who was waiting outside the door stopped them.

Just as Sangsang and the others wondered why the old man stopped them, the old man limped to Han Fengge and slowly knelt down on one knee in front of him, but Han Fengge didn't avoid or help, just looked at him in a daze.

The old man sobbed slightly: "The Han family's flag soldier Wang Pocheng pays a visit to the young general!" As he spoke, he said to the girl behind him: "Cuicui came to meet the young general." The girl with a long burden in her arms stepped forward and gently blessed her, "Cuicui has seen the young general." ”

Han Fengge helped the old man up at this time and said, "Where am I a young general now, but how does Uncle Wang recognize me?"

The old man got up on crutches and said, "I have followed the general for many years, and although you look a little more like a lady, I still recognize you." Although the major general has not yet been on the battlefield, I believe that one day you will always stand under the banner of Hanji. ”

Han Fengge just smiled at this, where can he be a general now. Han Fengge looked at the old man in front of him and asked, "Are you waiting for me here?"

Wang Pocheng said: "Yes, a few days ago I received a letter from Jingzhong saying that the young general would come to Jinshan to pay respects to the general and his wife in the next few days, and the letter said that he wanted me to return a thing that had been kept for twenty years. Cuicui, bring the things. ”

Just when Han Fengge didn't understand what kind of thing they were talking about, Cuicui, the girl behind the old man, carefully delivered it to him with a long bag.

At this time, Sang Sang also came over and said curiously: "Little brother, are you the son of that General Han?"

Han Fengge had no choice but to nod to her in acknowledgement.

After Han Fengge opened the baggage, he was sure that it was a sword, the sword body exuded a halo in the sun, and the word 'Yuhui' engraved on the hilt of the sword made him stunned.

He had heard his father say that the Yuhui Sword was his mother's saber in her early years, but she disappeared very early, and she didn't expect to be able to see it here today.

The old man explained: "This sword was left by my wife in Jinshan for safekeeping, and I said that maybe someone would come to pick it up in the future, but I didn't expect the young general to come and take it personally." ”

Han Fengge held the Yuhui Sword in his hand, although he had never seen this sword, but now holding it in his hand still made him feel a sense of intimacy.

Han Feng singer Ji Yuhui looked at the flowing river below the mountain, as if he saw the flags and drums on the river more than 20 years ago, as well as the couple standing side by side on the bow of the boat.

In the fourth year of the Great Zhou Jianyan, the barbarians invaded the Central Plains on a large scale, all the way to Zhenjiang in the hinterland of the Great Zhou, and the famous general Han Shixing and his wife led 8,000 soldiers to besiege the barbarian soldiers for more than 100,000 months in the yellow sky.

Qin Hongyu, who was standing side by side with Han Shixing, suddenly said to her husband beside her: "Xianggong." ”

Han Shixing, who was checking the hydrological topography, felt strange when he heard his wife call him like this. After all, this place is a military camp, and when he was in the army, the lady next to him, who gave great support on the battlefield and even had no less prestige than his military achievements, would only call himself a 'general', why did Deadpool call himself a 'Xianggong'?

At this time, I heard Qin Hongyu say: "Xianggong, I seem to see a young man on the mountain over there looking at us, looking like you and me." ”

Han Shixing looked back at the mountain behind him but didn't see the young man his wife said, so he said: "Madame may want to have a son, don't worry, wait until we drive these northern barbarians back to the desert, recover the land, and the world is peaceful, let's go home and give birth to a son and a daughter." Hahaha!"

Qin Hongyu's face turned even redder when she said this, she looked back and saw that the young man was still standing on the top of the mountain and looked at her in a daze, so she said to the young man with a mouth shape: "Are you okay?"

Han Fengge looked at the couple on the river in a daze with Yuhui in his hand, his wife actually looked back several times, and finally talked to him with a lip shape, Han Fengge, whose eyes were moist, opened his mouth and said softly: "Mother!"