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Xiguan has a long road, white clothes and white robes are stacked and cool, praying for peace, and the word Li is short and long.

The king of Xiguan is a feudal domain, the mountain road stretches for one hundred and eight miles, and the big gun stands on the top of the mountain, and the tip of the gun wafts the fragrance of wine.

Xiguan does not look back, this is to guard the pass for the Great Wei, the boy has a death, and the monument is next to the three dogs.

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This is a famous drinking song in Xiguan.

The Western Regions that traverse the north and south, the south is the Great Wall of Beigusu Dao Fengsui that Qiliang is impregnable, and the north is the Xiguan barrier that stretches for thousands of miles.

The demons of the Western Regions, the idea of attacking countless times, were ruthlessly stopped outside the Great Wei Wall by the long barrier of the Western Pass.

The first to build the Xiguan barrier was not Li Qing, it was the master of the early years of the god craftsman Moban, after the founding of the Northern Wei Dynasty, Li Qing came to live in Xiguan and built the barrier.

So Luoyang's approval was like flowing water, and a large amount of savings were poured out in the past 16 years, so that this barrier could really be extended to a long distance of thousands of miles.

Therefore, the status of this white-robed great vassal king in Xiguan has been raised to a pathological height.

The Cao family's words are in Xiguan, and they can't even move a mile.

In the past 16 years, Luoyang's texts have come to Xiguan, and they have all been stopped by their subordinates, handed in layer by layer, and in the hands of the three dogs, whether they can be revised or not, whether they can be released, are all up to them.

No one has an opinion.

This is a matter of course.

Because there has only been one master of Xiguan from beginning to end.

If it weren't for this person's surname Li, if it weren't for Li Qing's lifelong friendship with His Majesty, the group of officials in Luoyang, with their desperate momentum of insulting the three dogs of Xiguan, would not have been able not to spread a basin of cold water on this white-robed vassal king with high achievements.

But they didn't dare.

They can splash blood in five steps to scold the three dogs of Xiguan for being unkind, but they don't dare to add a dirty word to the real master of Xiguan.

In the past 16 years, the Xiguan fortress has resisted 79 offensives in Great Xia, and the most one in a year has 13 sieges, and the most dangerous time, the white-robed vassal king personally went out into battle, put him to death and came back to life, shot and killed a big chess prince, and finally expelled and suppressed the beast tide.

Some people say that the Great Wei River and Mountain stand on top of Xiguan.

And Xiguan Ping'an stood at the tip of Li Qing's spear.

The sixteen-character battalion of this white-robed vassal king did not take a step back in the craziest years of the demon clan and in the most difficult days of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

So there is a saying in Xiguan:

If you can't make a name for yourself in Luoyang, you'd rather die in the Xiguan Sixteen Character Camp.

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So the news that the white-robed vassal king rebelled and died in Fengting City reached the moment he came to Xiguan.

There was an uproar.

Hundreds of thousands of people in Xiguan raised their flags in anger, and the army was silent.

Joy, anger, sorrow, and sorrow, ten times heavier than the third word, swept through the Xiguan army.

Then two tombs were added to Xiguan.

The unhappy master of Xiguan has been closed on the ethereal slope of Xiguan all day long.

And Xu Zhirou, who is known as the first eye of Xiguan, is fortunate to be able to accompany him quietly.

The soldiers whose robes were stained with blood and were seriously injured and could not move to tears actually cried when they were wearing vegetarian clothes to toast the vassal king.

No one knew what the silence in Xiguan meant at this time.

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The new owner of Xiguan is a young man.

Anyone can also see what the so-called Majesty who said that he lived and died with the lord of the domain, after Fengting City announced the death of the prince, sent such a young man to Xiguan for what purpose.

No one paid any attention to this young man who was specially parachuted in by the imperial power.

Even if he's not annoying.

Jiang Qingyi didn't care about other people's eyes, he followed Yuan Zhongzhong to do things, no matter how bad the gossip outside was, he never regarded himself as the real new master of Xiguan.

He has a regular daily routine.

Go to the ethereal slope early in the morning and give the prince a pot of wine.

He was one of the few people who knew the truth behind the big incident in Fengting City, and in a sense, Jiang Qingyi didn't feel that there was anything wrong with Xiguan rejecting him.

He went to drink and sweep the grave every day, and he simply admired the vassal king, not for the sake of pretentiousness and pleasing people.

Maybe it's because the expression and action of the thin light shirt that gives the prince wine every day are not a little procrastinating, never dragging mud and water, a pot of wine is poured out from the mouth, and then he never stops, and his face leaves indifferently.

This young man's behavior of going to the ethereal slope every day did not arouse the disgust of the Xiguan soldiers for the first time.

Yuan Sizhi held most of the power in his own hands, and only a few gave Jiang Qingyi.

Jiang Qingyi doesn't care about power.

He was born in a poor family, and even if he was powerful, he never thought of living by playing with power.

Xiguan was the strongest line of defense in the Northern Wei Dynasty.

There is no need for a power trick here.

In the eyes of outsiders, this young man had almost no friends during his two years in Xiguan.

Yellow curly green light.

Occasional alcohol.

Not really.

Jiang Qingyi doesn't know how to practice.

But he met a friend in Xiguan.

A friend who can practice.

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"Jiang Qingyi, if you learn swords, you should be a very high master. ”

"How tall?"

"About half as tall as me. ”

Jiang Qingyi smiled and said to the drunkard in front of him: "If you are still practicing sword now, you should also be a very high master." ”

The drunkard took a big sip and asked with a smile, "How tall?"

Jiang Qingyi thought for a while and said seriously: "I don't know how to practice, I can't say three, six, nine, etc., but you should at least be higher than the guy who beat you last time." ”

The drunkard snorted and laughed, took another sip of wine, and said drunkenly, "The ...... who hit me last time Who is it?"

Jiang Qingyi looked at the disheveled and sloppy friend in front of him, and said helplessly: "It's a captain in the Xiguan Army, I heard that there are three grades of cultivation, and you are not allowed to use a sword, he let you have one hand, and in the end you were broken two bones." ”

The drunkard sighed and smiled disapprehantly: "What happened later?"

Jiang Qingyi knew that his memory was very poor.

People who like to drink heavily and get drunk every day generally don't have a very good memory.

Jiang Qingyi lit the oil lamp on the wine table, the atmosphere in this tavern was very cold, but fortunately, no one would disturb him, he would always book a small room and invite this drunkard to drink.

This drunkard is Jiang Qingyi's friend.

When Jiang Qingyi first entered Xiguan, it was a time when Xiguan was full of resentment.

Yuan Sizhi led him into a tavern.

The rules of the taverns in Xiguan are many and miscellaneous, miscellaneous and barbaric.

The soldiers who wanted to beat Jiang Qingyi violently could be discharged from outside the tavern to the ethereal slope at that time.

If Jiang Qingyi can't finish the pot of wine on the table, he will have to play with these soldiers in accordance with the rules of the wine table in Xiguan.

If you play it, you may be killed.

Because Jiang Qingyi had fifteen jars of wine on the table.

Just as he took a deep breath and was about to give up his life, a hand reached out a little earlier than he did.

I don't know how to stretch out that hand to drink the wine, the master is now a beggar like a drunkard.

So this drunkard helped Jiang Qingyi get a good beating.

was pressed in the corner by more than a dozen centurions of five-grade cultivation and beaten miserably, beating for half an hour, Jiang Qingyi's face turned pale, and he looked at Yuan Sizhi and finally led the soldiers away with an expressionless face, this drunkard was already curled up in the corner, dying, covered in blood.

Like a dog, shivering.

Even if it was so miserable, he still didn't forget to tremble and make a sound to drink a pot of wine.

What an alcoholic.

So when Jiang Qingyi has spare money, he will invite this drunkard to drink.

Some people say that he came to Xiguan not long ago, at most a week earlier than Jiang Qingyi, but he was already famous.

As long as someone asks him to drink, he will do anything.

Most of the people who invited him to drink were afraid to fight, and as long as he had a pot of wine, he was willing to be beaten violently, so he specially came to try his own methods.

No swords, only fists.

Before this drunkard is beaten, he must finish the wine, and then call it a drunken discussion.

Without exception, they were beaten to the point of vomiting blood, and the tragic scene could not be looked at directly.

It's just that this drunkard's body is indeed very strong, and there was once a six-rank commander who felt that this guy had thick skin and flesh, and he was beaten up, so he made an exception and used Yuan Li to break his spine and almost kill him.

I didn't expect this guy to still be able to insist on crawling to the tavern the next day to ask for wine.

The drunkard is actually a very thin man, who looks weak, but no one knows why he is so durable.

What a fool.

Jiang Qingyi doesn't think so.

Jiang Qingyi feels that people who play fools are often not fools.

He couldn't bear to let the drunkard beg for a drink again, and be beaten again, so he would ask the drunkard to drink every day.

In fact, an alcoholic is a very alcoholic person.

Every time Jiang Qingyi invited him to drink, he would sit quietly at the wine table, and he would not drink or speak when he was drunk, and he would fall seriously drunk in the corner, or lie on the table with his hands on his back.

Drunkards talk a lot when they are not drunk, at first they directly praise themselves, and later they praise themselves by touting Jiang Qingyi.

If he is drunk, the drunkard will listen carefully to Jiang Qingyi's self-talk.

"And then?"

This is what an alcoholic says when he is drunk.

Even if the drunkard was drunk, he still didn't want to snub the person who invited him to drink, so he still listened to Jiang Qingyi with a strong spirit.

Jiang Qingyi knew that he was very drunk, and said softly: "Later, you got drunk." ”

"Oh!"

This is actually a very heavy syllable, and the drunkard opened his mouth very seriously and vigorously, trying to express with his tongue that he was not actually drunk now, and he was still listening to Jiang Qingyi very carefully.

Jiang Qingyi sighed softly and said, "They all say that you are a fool, you can't practice, and you are born to fight. But I would like to believe what you say, you can practice, and you are a very high master. ”

The drunkard lay on the table and didn't say a word.

There is a slight snort.

Jiang Qingyi shook his head and said, "There are many liars in this world, but a drunk person will never deceive people." ”

The drunkard is already snoring.

The snoring was like thunder.

Cheerful and cozy.

Jiang Qingyi reluctantly kicked him under the table and said, "I want to read the book, you should be quieter." ”

Yellow roll green light, the drunkard lay on the table, subconsciously turned over, but he didn't expect that even the person with the chair fell to the ground on his back, he smashed his mouth, too lazy to move, just fell asleep, but did not make the slightest sound.