The surging water, the turbid waves are surging.

On the bank of the river there was a very thick old willow tree, and not far from the tree, a sturdy white horse was leisurely grazing with its head bowed.

The old locust tree is not as charming and graceful as its counterparts in the south, but it is very ugly and bloated, and the willow branches that have lost their leaves are like a messy withered hair, showing their old state.

Liu Tugou sat on the side of the old willow tree with his back to the river, so as not to be wet with the splash of water splashing on the shore.

This old book, which was originally only used to relieve boredom, contributed to his escape.

On the other side of the river, a group of thirty fierce cavalry rushed to the river, and when they saw the white horse across the river, someone immediately shot an arrow into the sky, and soon heard the faint sound of thunder in the distance.

This group of cavalry was ordered to go out of the city to chase and kill the black-clothed demon who robbed the military horses, and there were 100 people in the banner, and after being killed more than a dozen people one after another, they did not dare to disperse to find the enemy, and divided into three teams to open a sparse hunting net.

In the face of dozens of strong bows and crossbows, the devil refused to take the initiative to show up to provoke, but only tried to escape. It's a pity that in the end, the devil escaped from Weishui, which is already out of the jurisdiction of Yangping County.

On the left bank there were more than 80 horsemen who were rapidly merging, but on the right bank there was only one leisurely white horse.

The eyes of the red-clothed cavalry converged on the face of the person in the center, some were relaxed and relieved, some were tired and hesitant, but there was no eager desire to fight.

In their opinion, this chase and counter-chase that lasted for several days and nights and drove hundreds of miles was finally over. Even if we ignore the serious consequences of crossing the border without authorization, there is absolutely no boat enough to carry more than 80 horses across the river at this remote ferry in front of us, and not even a single boat can be seen on the ferry now.

The city is as deep as Xue Weichen, and he can't help but feel a little frustrated.

From a humble background, his martial arts are not outstanding, he has been in business for many years and is just a small flag, and how much bitterness and blood and tears in it is really not enough for outsiders.

Finally, he was led by the insatiable captain as a confidant, and was sent out to do some dishonorable lack of morality, but he bumped into the magic star of Liu Tugou.

First of all, he broke a deal that should have been very profitable, and even his cronies were killed, and then he was robbed of his mount in public outside the city gate.

People who grew up near Weishui are often given names such as "Weichen" and "Weiqing" by their elders, and Xue Weichen is like this. It's just that this time is different from the past, and Weishui has become a moat that hinders Xue Weichen from washing away his shame, and the taste is really indescribable.

Before he could make a move, he saw a young man in black walking out from behind the old willow tree on the opposite bank, with long hair scattered, a long knife on his back, and a bright blade hanging from his waist.

More than 80 horsemen were shocked, and they fled for their lives like a lost dog and then a prey that was ruthlessly hunted, but he used his sharp claws to easily tear the lives of more than a dozen comrades, the contrast was so great that they were more than ashamed and indignant, but more admiration and even fear.

And for Liu Tugou, at this time, Lao Bai's stories of the rivers and lakes came in handy again, God knows why those down-and-out showmen who wrote books were so stubborn, and they always had to lick the blood into the mouths of savage men who licked the blood into the mouths of the beautiful words, as if the heroes were ready to make a name for themselves with their articles at any time.

He grinned happily and said: "Two hundred years ago, the Great Zhou Western Expedition Iron Cavalry sent a detachment of 5,000 people to steal Weishui from then on, buying time for the army to cross the river, but no one survived. Afterwards, Xuanwei Wang Yuda planted willow trees here to accompany the heroic spirit, but in the end only this one survived, which shows that this old Liudu is not a place to stay. ”

After quoting the scriptures and showing the insights he had just gained from the book, Liu Erye was in a good mood, and couldn't help laughing and said: "Brother Xue has sent hundreds of miles all the way to the hospitality, and the younger brother is ashamed of it, and he will definitely repay it in the future." There is no feast in this world, so you and I will be separated at this small ferry. It's a pity that the ferry boat was scared away by the little brother, and I can't take Brother Xue across the river!"

Xue Weichen smiled angrily, but his tone was extremely cold: "The two princes who made the greatest contribution in the Western Expedition, the two princes who were crowned kings with different surnames, the Wucheng King Qi Ding clan was wiped out, and the Xuanwei King Yu Da was deprived of his fiefdom, but he was only demoted to the first rank, and he did not lose the title of the Marquis of Huaide, and he was blessed by the heroic spirit because of this kind of willow righteousness." Such a blessed land, why should Brother Liu endure to go quickly?"

Liu Erye, who was originally proud, was stunned for a moment, and smiled embarrassedly: "It turns out that Yu Da is no longer the prince? Alas, what the book says may not be true!"

At this time, Xue Weichen was a little stunned, did he just let such a heartless and reckless half-sized boy be disgraced? Or is the other party really a rejuvenated old devil, and the city government can't even see it?

Since Second Master Liu has found the field a little, he is no longer interested in saying goodbye to Xue Weichen.

He turned over and climbed onto the horse, and patted the white horse that had been dependent on him for several days: "Ah Wei, let's go!"

Obviously losing a circle, and the white horse Ah Wei, who had been given a strange name, snorted dissatisfiedly, opened his mouth and tore off a branch from the old willow tree like a vent, and then walked eastward.

Under the silent gaze of dozens of iron horsemen on the left bank, the black-clothed and white horses walked away freely.

In this way, he lightly left behind the grievances and life and death, the past, and the still down-and-out heroes and ambitions.

At dusk, the palace of Lanling Wang.

If it weren't for the clear writing on the plaque in front of the door, and the two silver-armored guards standing at the gate, this not very luxurious mansion really didn't look like the residence of the prince. At least there was no domineering circle to occupy the long street where it was located, and there was no Xuanhe stone monument that said that the Chinese official got off the horse and the military commander dismounted.

A scholar in a green shirt slowly walked to the gate of the palace, first raised his head and carefully looked at the plaque of the palace that was said to be inscribed by His Majesty the Son of Heaven, and then bowed his fists under the vigilant gaze of the silver-armored guards, and said loudly: "In the Xia Nan Shi Rafter, I want to see His Royal Highness Lanling, please pass it on!"

The gatekeeper did not have the slightest arrogance as the prince's guard, and although it was getting late at this time, and the words of the visitor were not respectful enough, he still knocked on the door, whispered to the door to explain the situation, and then stood back in his place.

Nan Shi Rafter stood still for a moment, and a steward came out of the side door, respectfully requesting.

Looking back at the dim sky, a waning moon was already hanging in the sky.

Nan Shirin tidied up the green shirt that was a little bloated and wrinkled because of the cotton clothes, and entered the house proudly.

He was not led to a quiet room like a study, or even a side hall for visitors, as he expected, but went all the way through the corridor to the apse.

The scale of the palace is not large, and it will arrive in a few moments.

The apse was brightly lit, but there were only two of them.

On the stone steps in front of the hall sat an old man with gray hair, bare-chested and barefoot, with his right hand supporting his head, holding a wine jar with his left hand, and his shoes were kicked down under the stone steps.

The old man's face was ruddy, but he was not drunk, and the light in his blazing eyes was pressing, and he immediately taught Nan Shi Rafter to have a layer of fine sweat on his back.

Such as to the liger.

Nan Shi Rafter looked up at the man standing in the wind at the top of the stone steps.

It was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy in a thin white brocade robe, with a slender but vigorous figure, no sense of weakness, with sharp edges and corners on his face, sword eyebrows flying obliquely, and the corners of his eyes and lip line had a knife-like deep outline, which looked extraordinarily narrow and long.

The young man held a simple bronze ancient sword upside down with both hands, and pressed it downward, boom!

The not-sharp tip of the sword collided with the stone steps, making a dull sound.

"Does Mr. Nanshi know how to dance swords?" said the sword-pressing boy.

Nan Shirin shook his head: "I don't know anything." ”

"Where did the gentleman come from and where is he going?" the boy pressed his sword again, and boom!

Nan Shirin shook his head again: "I don't know anything. ”

"Why did the gentleman teach me?" the boy pressed his sword three times, and boom!

Nan Shi Rafter shook his head: "Not a word." ”

There was a silent silence up and down the stone steps, the evening breeze was blowing, countless candles were dancing in the uninhabited hall, and the sunset was no longer visible outside the hall, but there was still a dark blue sky.

Yan Tieyi suddenly lifted the wine jar and poured a big sip, the wine was dripping, wetting his messy beard and exposed chest.

He exhaled a breath of turbidity, glared and asked, "Hou Sheng, here and now, are you Nan Shi Rafter, or the next Zhou Tian Nan Shi Ling?"

This question was a little inexplicable, but Nan Shirin chuckled and said, "Nan Shireng, the bachelor of You, has seen Mr. Yan. ”

He gently arched his hand to the stone steps again: "I've seen Brother Ji!"

According to the Sword Lanling King, he threw away the ancient sword casually, descended the steps, walked in front of Nan Shi Rafter, and also arched his hand and said: "Ji Tianxing has seen Brother Nan Shi!"

Yan Tieyi also got up and went down the steps, stood beside the young man, and said after the two of them saluted: "Your Highness, Mr. Nanshi is not a cultivator, and he can't stand the cold outside the hall, so it's better to enter the hall and drink for a long night, wouldn't it be happy!"

Ji Tianxing bowed slightly, and asked with a smile: "What does Brother Nan Shi think?"

Nan Shi Rafter gladly obeyed.

The three of them walked up the steps and saw the bronze ancient sword that was thrown on the ground by Ji Tianxing, the sword body was simple, and ancient text and graphics were carved on it.

Nan Shirin bent down to pick it up and said with a smile: "Looking at its shape, it should be the ritual instrument used in the dance of the Eight Dragons recorded in ancient books, and its name is the Dance Goose." ”

Ji Tianxing nodded and said: "It is this sword, made by the craftsmen in the palace according to the ancient books, Mr. Fang Cai also said that he doesn't know anything about sword dancing, isn't that the Eight Guys Sword Dance the most righteous dance that can only be watched by ancient kings?"

Nan Shirin shook his head and said: "The world has changed, and the etiquette has long been broken, I don't know what the dance of the Eight Dragons is, but I heard that there is a dance platform in the southern suburbs of Lanling County, which is a gentle township that literati and flock to." ”

He paused, pretending to be puzzled: "But I don't know if there is any difference between this dancing platform and the one that the ancient sages borrowed to carry by Fengtian." I can't say that I have to follow the example of the sages below, and go to the stage to have a sympathy between heaven and man!"

As soon as these words came out, the three of them looked at each other and suddenly laughed out loud.

The laughter was so happy that it resounded through the hall and into the sky.

In the mighty Zhou Tian, the most frustrated people, whether it is Xue Weichen who is trying to climb up like an ant, or Nan Shiren, the son of a family who seems to be high in the eyes of outsiders, and Yan Tieyi, a veteran of a hundred battles, even if he was born in the family of the Son of Heaven, he still has too many involuntary and unavoidable ambitions.

Too much tacit to pay with this smile.

The etiquette collapses, how many down-and-out heroes do you like?