Following.

The night is stormy, swaying,

How many thatched houses were knocked over?

As the saying goes, if it rains at night, the sun will shine brightly tomorrow morning.

This, in fact, quite makes sense...

The next morning, three thousand Yueyang, cloudless, blue sky like green silk, from time to time there are wild cranes flying high. The rain trails left by the night have not dried, and the wet streets and alleys are baked under the scorching morning sun, steaming white mist and smoke.

On sunny days, people always get up early.

It's just that the reason why they get up early is a bit bumpy. It was the storm of that night, the thunder did not stop, and it made people toss and turn, and it was impossible to sleep all night. When the rain stopped, the sky was already white. If you want to fall asleep at this time, you can't sleep anymore. In desperation, the poor people had no choice but to get up early.

So, this is the time of the morning light. The Yingshui Wharf in the north of the city opened the fence early. The meat and vegetable market in the south of the city has opened its doors. Large and small stores, 66 continues to put on today's signboards.

Pick up the burden and lead the horse, and rush to the market to buy goods. Cast your nets and go out to fish. Light the steamer and blow the light to open the door. Cut the vegetables and put them in bamboo baskets, and sharpen the butcher knives to the cattle and sheep.

The sound of chopping meat starts, and the bargain is made.

The shouts began, and the money and goods intersected.

The dynasty of Yueyang City, a prosperous atmosphere, began.

And, again, on such a sunny day.

Three thousand miles of Yueyang City, tens of thousands of miles of the Southern Tang Dynasty. The undercurrent hidden in this vast stagnant water, after more than ten years of precipitation, gradually surfaced with the urging of a night of heavy rain. Let people see their faces clearly, and also feel the direction of their flow...

"Drive..."

Yuyang City, on the streets of Zilan, a horse galloped.

The horse is the Three Rivers Horse, a rare war horse in the army. This kind of horse can only be produced in the Three River Basins of the Southern Tang Dynasty, and the production is very small, only 100,000 per year. Therefore, some people also call it the Three Rivers BMW. Its chest is deep and long, and its limbs are as long as it has enough water, and it can travel millions of miles a day as long as it has enough water. Flying and hurrying like a lion and tiger chasing a deer, wheezing and roaring like a beast roaring, has always been known for its ferocity, and is the favorite of the heavy cavalry in the army.

At this time, the person on horseback was indeed a sergeant. A red-tasseled steel helmet, chain iron armor, and a three-foot saber wrapped around his waist. The gaze between the eyebrows was tough and arrogant, and there was a smell of iron and blood from the inside out. It can be seen that this should be a sergeant who has been killed and honed for a long time.

"Bang Bang Bang~"

Pheas...

Kick the horse's belly lightly, and the reins become a whip. The sergeant drove his horse through the streets, and then over a bustling alley to the gate of a magnificent Taoist temple. At this time, outside the gate of the Taoist temple, there are two young Taoists standing on the left and right. Seeing that there was a fast horse, the two of them took two steps forward in unison, and the horizontal sword was on the chest...

"Stop!"

"Royal..."

"Bang bang bang..."

Clamp the horse's belly, stretch the reins, and stop the iron hooves to break the step.

The sergeant did not dismount, but sat on horseback. Just with those cold eyes, he stared at the two gatekeepers who were guarding in front of the horse's head.

"King An, please, let Zhou Yuanshan come out to receive the order. ”

The tone is contemptuous and very arrogant.

“......”

Brush...

Hearing this, the two vigilant Taoists were a little suspicious.

Obviously, they didn't seem to know who the sergeant was talking about.

But, they are not stupid. And the sergeant in front of him is certainly not a madman. Since this sergeant dared to be in front of the gate of the Yuyang First Courtyard Mansion, he would pay a visit and not dismount, and play this majesty. Behind his arrogance, there should be his arrogant reliance. It's just a matter of size.

There was no reply, and the slightly older Taoist glanced at another Taoist beside him. The man immediately understood, nodded, turned around and ran quickly towards the Taoist temple...

At this time, the Taoist who stayed behind clasped his hands into fists without humility or arrogance, and said, "The Guan Master is meditating in the backyard at this time, and the report may take a long time. Why don't you come in with me and wait for a while?"

“......”

Glance away, rather disdainful.

The sergeant didn't bother to deal with this person at all. With the reins in his hands and his head held high, he looked straight at the gold-lacquered plaque at the top of the gate, and said nothing.

It's so arrogant!

"Humph!"

Indeed, there is too much deception.

In the face of such a high-flying and domineering style, no matter how popular that Dao was, he really couldn't help but snort coldly.

The first gate of Yuyang, the ancestor of the world's crowned monks, and the Yuyang branch of Xianxing Pure Yang. In the past 20 years, how can he have been so scorned and presumptuous? Mo said that he is a small sergeant officer, even if the current Yuyang City is too guarded, then he has to politely dismount and say the last report?

The Taoist who guarded the door was simply blown up. After snorting, he shook off his fist-clasped hands and wrapped them around his waist. He looked to the side and said no more.

At this point, the two outside the door never crossed paths again. The only fierce horse with its hooves broken...

Distance.

The sun was shining outside the door, and the street was sparsely populated.

There was a faint noise in the restaurant in the distance. Most of them turn their heads to each other, cover their mouths with their palms, and sneakily look around from time to time. They all looked mysterious, and they didn't know what they were gossiping.

On the wide streets, there are often fast horses galloping.

It's kind of weird...

There seem to be a lot more horses running back and forth today than usual, and they are much more anxious. Among them, there are letter horses that send letters to and from day to day, fast horses that send urgent news from the rivers and lakes, and a few horses that are the same as the sergeant who sat down, the Three Rivers War Horse. They all came and went in a hurry, as if there was something urgent to do, the dust just raised by the front horse was still floating in the air, and the horses rushed through quickly, and then raised all the way to the yellow dust...

Flying on the long street, misty.

It seems that something is raw...

However, the Taoist who was holding back his stomach didn't think much about it. Because, it didn't take long for about three sticks of incense to last. Behind the main entrance of the Taoist temple, there was a sound of footsteps...

Five half-aged Taoists in their fifties walked out of the Taoist temple from a distance.

The five people in the middle, with a long face and thick lips, fine eyes like willows, and a serious face that is very upright. And the Taoist robe he was wearing was very similar to Li Qingfeng's style. It's just that Li Qingfeng is wearing white edges, and this person is wearing black edges, both of which are pure Yang's Youlong White Sun Silver Robes.

"Viewer. ”

"Yes. ”

The Taoist guarding the door respectfully bowed and took a step back.

The old Taoist in the center replied lightly, and then turned his eyes to the sergeant on horseback. He was puzzled for a moment. Obviously, he didn't know this person either.

"Raft..."

Immediately afterwards, the old Taoist frowned, and the dust in his right hand was changed to his left hand, which was pulled between his elbows.

"Where did you come from?"

The old Taoist asked nonchalantly.

While asking, he looked at the fierce horse with a snort and a white mist, walked a few steps, and walked to the fierce horse. Then, he stretched out his free right hand and gently stroked the smooth fluff on the horse's head. It gives the impression that he seems to appreciate the color of the horse's coat.

"This horse is very handsome, it's the brother of General Wei of Nancheng, right?"

“......”

Without waiting for the sergeant on horseback to reply, the Taoist asked again. At this time, the sergeant lowered his eyes and looked at the old Taoist condescendingly. After a while, he clasped his hands into fists, raised them to the sky, and said in a solemn voice: "Yuyang Halberd Camp, Pioneer of the Sword and Horse Formation, Gu Hua." At the behest of King An, an invitation was sent. ”

The words are direct, sonorous and powerful, but full of arrogance. After speaking, the sergeant put down his hands, took out a book from the chain mail, and handed it to the old Taoist more than four inches above his eyes. Again: "The prince is invited to a banquet, on the fifteenth day of the first month, Yueyang Yingshui, enjoy the Lantern Festival moon." Come and don't come and don't come easily. ”

The letter is exactly the same as the one that King Yueyang gave to Xia Xun last night. It is also red-edged and black-bottomed, inlaid with two gold play beads, and the word "invite" is written on it.

It's just that the envelope handed over at this time rested on top of the old Taoist's head. It's very rude...

Because, if a Taoist accepts the letter, then he has to raise his head and stretch out his hand and make a posture of looking up. If he bows his head and stretches out his hand to receive the letter, then his posture becomes a condescending gesture. Therefore, in any case, as long as he accepts this letter, the result will inevitably not be good-looking, and he will only bring shame on himself.

There is no action.

"Yingshui Lantern Festival is a good place, a good time. Lao Dao said without knowing whether he could say a word.

"Then please accept the invitation. The sergeant looked down at the old Taoist and said proudly.

"Hehe..."

The Taoist smiled, but still didn't move: "How old is Daoist this year?"

The sergeant frowned slightly, a little inexplicable. The Taoist asked this question without a preface, but since he asked, he couldn't help but answer, so he said: "Gu, who joined the army at the age of seven, is twenty-three this year. When the Taoist chief asks this question, is he just looking down on him?"

"No, no..."

Shaking his head, the old hand repeatedly stroked the sideburns on the horse's head, and the fierce horse did not resist much, only a little uneasy, and stepped on the iron hooves back and forth. The old Taoist didn't make any other moves. Looking at the round eyes of the fierce horse, he continued to ask lightly: "So young, you haven't been on the battlefield, right?"

"Huh?"

The sergeant was stunned.

Lao Dao watched the fierce horse speak. Therefore, for a while, he couldn't figure out whether this person was asking if Ma had ever been on the battlefield, or if he had ever been on the battlefield.

However, without waiting for the sergeant to reply, Lao Dao stroked the sideburns of the fierce horse and continued: "I haven't been on the battlefield, so I don't recognize me." That's understandable..."

At this point, the sergeant suddenly felt a chill welling up, and his hairs stood on end. Before he could react, the old Taoist in front of the horse continued: "This capital crime is forgiven..."

"Hmm..."

While saying this, the old hand of the Taoist stroking the horse trembled!

This "bar" exited, and the veteran hand shook it out. A silver light that is difficult to see with the naked eye, like thunder on a sunny day, flashed between veterans!

Sweeping the horse's head and upper body...

However, it was only a trivial moment. Because, after this shock, there was no other abnormality here. Even if there were, it was just that the fierce horse in front of him gradually quieted down. Iron hooves no longer lightly step on the floor tiles, and white smoke no longer exhales from their nostrils. As if frightened by the flash of silver light, he stood still, motionless. And the sergeant on horseback was the same. His eyes widened and he was full of horror. The mouth is slightly open, as if it is difficult to speak. The arm that handed out the envelope was stiff and trembling in the air.

Odd...

At this time, the scene is full of inexplicable atmosphere.

It seems that in that moment of silver light, many unimaginable things were born...

"Raft..."

"But living sin is inevitable. ”

"Be self-conscious, be polite. Besides, you're just a dog..."

The dust in his left hand was switched back to his right hand and pulled between his elbows. After the old Taoist put aside a cruel sentence without a beginning or an end, he turned around and walked back to the Taoist temple.

From beginning to end, the old Taoist did not glance at the envelope handed to him. Not to mention the idea of going to receive the letter. After the old Taoist walked into the Taoist temple, the other four Taoists who had come out with him before also left with their hind feet...

The scene here is back to the way it was at the beginning. The sergeant was on his horse, and the young Taoist guarding the door was still standing in front of the horse. It's just that the expressions on the faces of the two have completely changed.

The atmosphere, extremely weird...

"Heh..."

looked at the sergeant who was arrogant before, but at this time, he was stunned. The young Taoist slowly lifted a shallow smile, which was a mockery...

Horses walk through, people walk slowly.

Slightly surprised, he stopped and looked into the distance.

Huang Chenfu was up and down the street, and the restaurants in the distance were noisy, and he snickered at the gate of the view.

Some are suspicious, and some are knowing.

At that moment, something really happened!

Tick...

Shortly after a few Taoists left.

A drop of red blood dripped to the ground.

The source of the blood was the motionless head of the Three Hippopotamus.

I don't know when, a thin blood mark appeared on the upper waist of this fierce horse. The blood trail ran from the horse's rump to the sergeant's legs, to the horse's forehead, and through the horse's eye. It was as if it had been wiped by a slender sword, straight and straight, without a slight bend. Blood is oozing thinly...

One drop, two drops, three, four, five, six drops...

Call...

A fast horse drove through the street, and a strong wind blew.

"Sprinkle..."

"Da..."

"Ahh

A strong wind blew through the fierce horse, and blood suddenly sprayed out from within the blood stains!

Blood splattered everywhere! In an instant, it became a big red flower!

Immediately afterwards, the strong body of the horse and the body of the sergeant on the seat were bounded by the blood mark, and they were separated into two parts, one on the left and the other on the right, and they fell!

Flying, floating, gradually...

The horse is silent and dead. The terrified sergeant grabbed the severed thigh, screaming and screaming. The miserable screams resounded throughout the street. I can hear passers-by, that one is panicked...

It's the same as the old Taoist said.

The sergeant's capital crime could be spared, but the living crime was indeed inevitable. In the end, he paid a terrible price for the lack of people in his eyes today, and lost a pair of dog legs. Or, rather, for the person behind him, he lost the second half of his life.

This should be regarded as a response.

Pure Yang attitude!

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