Fang Wen didn't expect that he would be so poor, the first thing he did when he opened his eyes every morning was to think about how to coax a few grains of rice to satisfy his hunger, he used to be respected by his neighbors because he was full of poetry and books and talked differently, and even a local rich man wanted to marry his daughter to him, but he refused, the big husband was determined to go everywhere, why bother without a wife? When he traveled around the world for four or five years and returned to his hometown without accomplishing anything, the rich man who was rejected by him patted his heart and secretly rejoiced for several days.

Today's Fang Wen is like an invisible person in the township, and the familiar neighbors either turn a blind eye or hide away, afraid that he will open his mouth to borrow money or get into bad luck, and today he was blocked in the yard by two strange men, as if his bad luck had not yet come to an end.

At that time, Fang Wen was at his brother's house next door, casting a three-inch incorruptible tongue, begging, coercion, and temptation, whispering about righteousness, astronomy and geography, and using all kinds of tricks, even the ghost king in hell was also moved, but the sister-in-law didn't even raise her eyelids, she fed the chickens and cleaned the yard as usual, and refused to "borrow" a grain of rice.

Dry mouth, hungry heart, Fang Wen is once again born to the negative thought that it is better to go back than I meet, two strange men pushed the door uninvited, they obviously had already heard the exact news, as soon as they saw the ragged scholar asked: "Your name is Fang Wen?"

The big man was wearing a felt coat, dusty, rude, and his tone was also very stiff, like the bandits who kidnapped him a few years ago, Fang Wen suddenly felt ominous, and hurriedly shook his head.

The sister-in-law, who had not spoken, reacted surprisingly quickly at this time, and spoke first, "It's him." ”

The black cloth bag fell from the sky, Fang Wen was full of economy, facing the big man who moved roughly, he had no power to parry at all, his head was covered, and there was darkness in front of him, and then he was resisted and began his last unlucky career.

Fang Wenye's sister-in-law breathed a sigh of relief, quite a feeling of relief that had been cured of a stubborn illness for many years, but she thought that the head of the house might ask in the future, so after the big man had been gone for a while, she shouted heartbreakingly, "Rob people!"

The neighbors all walked out of the house to watch, only to see the dust raised by the horses, and wondered in their hearts, who is so blind to rob a poor sour? Besides, why rob it, if someone says a word, the villagers will tie up the scholar and send him over, and someone will provide food, and Fang Wen will be willing to do it.

The two big men took Fang Wen is non-stop forward, only resting for a short time every day, and on the first day, Fang Wen felt that the bones in his whole body were falling apart, but when the big man took out the dry food, he still snatched it and gobbled it up, without even asking where he was going.

Dahan was startled, and for the first time thought that this scholar might be a little tricky.

Fang Wen guessed that they were walking westward, and the strange thing was that the Han did not choose the safest and smoothest Tianshan South Road, which passed through Biyu City and was protected by Jinpeng Castle, and they walked through the wilderness north of the mountains, sometimes without even a road.

After filling his stomach, Fang Wen began to worry about personal safety, he asked the two "brothers" very politely, but the answer he got was that he was gagged with rags, and the two big men rarely spoke to each other, only the monotonous sound of horses' hooves, day and night, even in his sleep, his ears were all deserved.

Therefore, when more than half a month later, the journey finally ended, the cloth bag on his head was removed, and the rag in his mouth was taken out, Fang Wen felt that he was still floating on the back of the turbulent horse, and his feet seemed to be stepping on the pile of cotton flowers.

It was a large tent, with dark light and simple decoration, covered with rough carpets, and on either side sat or stood a dozen rough men, each with a long and wide heavy sword standing beside him, and Fang Wen had a feeling that the status of these people was directly proportional to the size of the sword.

The first impression was quickly shattered, and on the innermost low couch, there was a young man sitting cross-legged, who should be the leader from the position, but the sword beside him was the shortest.

The young man's face was pale, as if he was suffering from deficiency and cold, and his face should have been handsome, but it was greatly concealed by that gloomy expression.

There was a guard standing on the left and right of the low couch, and in his left hand was an extremely handsome young man, Fang Wen couldn't help but take a second look, and in his right hand was a teenage girl.

Fang Wen swallowed a few saliva in a row, and said the truth that had been buried in his heart for a long time, "The king spares his life, the little scholar has no money and no power, presumably the two eldest brothers have caught the wrong person." ”

The young man on the low couch spoke, his voice was cold and a little lazy, but there was a kind of majesty that was in his hands, which made Fang Wen completely believe that he was the "king".

"Fang Wen, don't you recognize me?"

Fang Wens raised his head and looked at it carefully for a while, his mind was spinning rapidly, hoping to think of something, and then his eyes lit up, "It's you, hey, why didn't you say it earlier? Brother Tai has always been good? Everyone in the family is okay?"

The young man waited for him to finish, "Four years ago, in the Iron Mountain Camp, does Mr. Fang still remember the person who gave the horse?"

With this reminder, Fang Wen finally recognized the young man in front of him, but he still couldn't remember the name, "It's you......! How...... You're not...... Where is this?"

"This is the pass of Daxue Mountain, my name is Yang Huan, and I am no longer a Jinpeng killer. ”

Fang Wen was shocked, this place is at least thousands of miles away from his hometown, and he was caught in this ghost place, no need to ask, these hideous men around him are the legendary swordsmen of the Great Snow Mountain.

The countryside is remote, and the swordsman rushing out of the Great Snow Mountain and approaching the border of Shule Country has not yet reached Fang Wenye's ears, but he has a vague impression of the name "Yang Huan", remembering that this is a defector from Jinpeng Fort a few years ago, and he has never associated this matter with the killer apprentice he saw a few years ago.

"Brother Yang. Fang Wen blurted out, and then changed his name again, "King Yang......"

A one-eyed man coldly corrected, "The head of the dragons, the king of the five peaks. ”

Fang Wen was stunned, this name was too long, he couldn't say it a little, and the one-eyed man gave him an abbreviation, "Dragon King." ”

"Your Majesty the Dragon King. Fang Wen bowed respectfully, and he didn't think that this young man was the same person as the killer apprentice he had seen.

"There is no 'Your Majesty', it is the 'Dragon King'. "The one-eyed man tirelessly taught the scholars who didn't know anything.

"Dragon King. Fang Wen really felt that this title was very strange, but his mind had calmed down and could hide his true emotions well, "I am here, I don't know what to order." ”

"Mr. Fang still remembers the original promise, I now have 5,000 people, looking for you to give advice. Gu Shenwei didn't like the title of "Dragon King" either, but this was an honorific title that the Patriarch of Wufeng had discussed for several days, and he could only accept it.

Of course, Fang Wen didn't remember what he said casually, but it was a good thing that someone asked him for advice, maybe the turning point in his life that he had been waiting for more than 20 years fell at this moment, "Ho, of course, of course, five thousand people, not bad." ”

Gu Shenwei understood that Fang Wen was a person, "Mr. Fang has a tired journey, you might as well take a break and talk about it tomorrow." ”

Although there were not many kinds of dishes at the banquet, they were very rich, either large pieces of meat or milk wine, Fang Wen had eaten the fullest meal in several years, until his belly bulged high and he could no longer stuff a piece of meat, and he spared time to carefully observe the young "dragon king" and the savage swordsmen under his command.

If you want him to hear that it is a plan, you have to have some foundation, and he will not be a military advisor to a group of rabble.

The results of the observation were not very optimistic, the swordsmen were silent, and there was no problem with force, but they were very wary of each other, and no one looked at anyone, always grasping the meat with one hand and placing the other hand not far from the heavy sword.

Dragon King Yang Huan was served by two teenagers, and each dish had to be tasted by one of them.

There is no set of rules here, and the swordsmen who enter and exit do not need to be notified, they will break through when the curtain is lifted, and they will not bow down, and they will nod slightly to the Dragon King even if they are respectful.

However, Fang Wen felt very clearly that everyone was afraid of this young dragon king, this fear came from the heart, except for the two attendants, no one even dared to get too close to him.

After the meal, when Fang Wen went to the designated tent, what he saw and heard in the camp made his heart even more ambiguous.

There were many swordsmen who came and went, but there were certainly not five thousand people, and a large part of them were teenagers and old people in their fifties and sixties, and they were also divided into several groups like the leaders who guarded each other in the tents, and the atmosphere of sabre-rattling was very obvious.

Only fear, stronger than hatred, can suppress these people.

Fang Wen was very disappointed in the Great Snow Mountain swordsman, but he became more and more curious about the young dragon king.

What ability does that young man have to suppress a group of beastly swordsmen and make them bow their heads and call them "kings"?

That night, Fang Wen was uncomfortable with his stomach, tossing and turning, and didn't sleep well, so he simply got up, paced back and forth in the tent, went to the toilet and squatted a few times, and reorganized the knowledge that he thought he would never need.

The next day, the Dragon King did not summon him, Fang Wen just walked around the camp, chatting with the swordsmen everywhere, and learned a lot of useful information.

Although the swordsman was rude, and the different tribes were on the same page, they were very enthusiastic to the guests, answered all questions, and never lied, which made Fang Wens more confident.

On the third night, the dragon king summoned the counsellors alone, and there were only two young attendants in the tent.

Fang Wen was confident and not polite, and asked as soon as they met: "Dragon King, please tell me the truth, you are an enemy of Jinpeng Castle, do you want to take revenge, or do you want to be the overlord of the Western Regions?"

"What's the difference?"

"Revenge is a private matter, isn't it that everyone in the Western Regions has a deep hatred for Jinpeng Castle like the swordsmen of the Great Snow Mountain, you can easily find an alliance here, out of this mountain, there are still a few people who are willing to risk their lives to avenge you? Anyway, I don't want to. The battle for hegemony in the Western Regions is a matter of winning the king and losing the crown, the risk is very high, and the benefits are great, and the people who join are for fame, power, and wealth, and everyone in the world is willing to share. So, if you want revenge, I can't help, so you might as well let me go home and farm; ”

Gu Shenwei didn't expect Fang Wen to say such a thing, so he lowered his head and pondered for a while, "You have to kill people to fight for hegemony, right?"

"Countless killings. ”

"I want to be the overlord of the Western Regions. ”

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