Chapter 1: Revenge

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At the end of the first year of Qianfu, Wang Xianzhi, the master of the rivers and lakes, raised an army against the Tang Dynasty, and the world was shaken.

In March of the second year of Qianfu, Yang Lie, the general of the Right Dragon Wu Army, went alone between Caozhou and Puzhou to inquire about the movements of Wang Xianzhi's group of thieves, and met Huang Chao and others who went to contact, first defeated by Wang Xianzhi, and then besieged by Huang's uncles and nephews, and finally fled with serious injuries, but was besieged by the Jianghu rangers who heard the news.

It's a pity that Yang Lie, as a second-grade little master, died in the hands of the rivers and lakes, and finally his head was in a different place, leaving only the orphans and widows to live alone in the capital Chang'an......

In April of the second year of Qianfu, Chang'an City.

An ordinary house in Yishanfang in the south of the city, the spiritual shed is high, and the clouds are gloomy.

There are filial women and filial sons, wearing filial piety all over their bodies, kneeling in front of the mourning hall.

The filial woman whimpered and choked, and fainted several times.

And the filial son only knelt numbly, as if he had lost his soul.

Suddenly, Xiaozi's body was shocked, and then he looked around, his eyes were no longer numb just now, but were unusually smart, but only a moment later, he became confused again.

What's going on!?

Could it be the legendary crossing!?

Yang Fenglou was completely stunned.

He was originally a contemporary Peking Opera martial artist, studied under the old gentleman for ten years, worked and studied the old student, made his debut on stage, and posted "Pick a Pulley", "Eight Hammers", "Lin Chong Running at Night" three martial arts plays, and suddenly shocked Jinghua, and because of the good singing and fighting, the civil and military Kun chaos is unstoppable, there are a lot of plays, six transparent, known as one of the most outstanding contemporary martial arts students.

But I didn't expect that just after sleeping and opening my eyes again, I traveled to the end of the Tang Dynasty and to this person called Yang Tai.

There was a confusion in Yang Fenglou's mind, and Yang Tai's memories began to merge with his soul.

Yang Tai, who is just fifteen this year, has not yet reached the age of an adult according to "Tang Law", but in the people, he can barely be counted as a ding.

His mother, He, knelt in front of her.

Father Yang Lie, who served in the Right Longwu Army of the Northern Ya Forbidden Army of the Tang Dynasty, was a Zhonglang general under the official worship of the fourth grade, and in the entire Tang Dynasty official system, he was a minor official, but unfortunately he was already lying in the coffin.

From Yang Tai's memory, Yang Fenglou also knew that this guy had an excellent relationship with his father Yang Lie, which was why Yang Lie was killed and Yang Tai was lost in a short period of time.

However, although this guy's soul is scattered, he has also gathered thousands of words into one sentence, which is deeply imprinted in Yang Fenglou's heart, that is, the word "revenge".

After Yang Fenglou fused and completed his memory, he exhaled deeply and said silently in his heart:

"Go with confidence...... This revenge will be avenged!"

At this point, the souls of Yang Fenglou and Yang Tai became one, and they were no longer separated from each other.

At this moment, the priest outside the mourning hall shouted.

"The Great General of the Right Dragon Wu Army, the General of the Auxiliary State, Lord Song, Xuan, Hao...... Here!"

"Filial son...... Kneel down!"

When Yang Fenglou heard this, he leaned down and bowed.

I only heard a rough voice sound:

"Virtuous nephew, brother and sister of the Yang family, don't be polite, wait for a certain memorial, and then talk about others. ”

Yang Fenglou got up and raised his eyes.

A group of people walked into the mourning hall, the first big man was dark-skinned, with a leopard's head and eyes, although he was wearing casual clothes, he could not hide his pride.

Seeing Yang Fenglou's gaze, Dahan nodded slightly, didn't say much, stepped forward quickly, twisted three incense sticks, lit them and prayed to himself, and bowed respectfully before inserting them in the incense burner.

The entourage naturally also had incense offerings, and Yang Fenglou returned the salute one by one, and in this process, the memory of Song Hao naturally appeared in his mind.

Song Hao, the general of the Right Dragon Martial Army, the official residence is the second product, is the actual commander of the Right Dragon Martial Army, has outstanding prestige in the army, and has a very good relationship with Yang Tai's father Yang Lie, and from time to time he will come to the Yang family to drink a glass of water and wine, and the Yang family can be regarded as a good family.

Song Hao is here, not only the officialdom chief attending the funeral of his subordinates, but naturally there will be other things.

Sure enough, after Song Hao and He discussed the funeral for a while, and arranged a lot of cumbersome things for the entourage, they set their eyes on Yang Fenglou.

"Yang Tai Kid ......"

"Uncle Song, you can call me, Fenglou ......"

"Oh, got the word?"

Yang Fenglou was slightly embarrassed, he naturally knew that the ancients had to wait until after the twenty crowns, and they had to ask the erudite elders to give the words as well, a fifteen-year-old boy to give himself words is really not in line with the etiquette, but after all, he is still not used to the name "Yang Tai", which makes him easily think of the place where he dries clothes or cooks in later generations.

Fortunately, Song Hao has always been in the army, and he doesn't care too much about many things, and after a slight groan, he nodded and said:

"It's okay, your father is gone, and now you are the only man left in the Yang family, and your mother is still counting on you to set up a household, and taking the word early can also make you remember this......"

"You take the name of 'Taiwan' and take the word 'Fenglou', which is also appropriate, and the phoenix on the phoenix platform is swimming...... Okay, let's use 'Fenglou'...... Hey...... I really didn't see it, you kid still has a little ink in his stomach......"

"Follow Uncle Song's teachings. Yang Fenglou bowed down and selectively forgot about the content of "ink".

Song Hao nodded and said the future arrangements for Yang Fenglou:

"Hmm...... Fenglou ...... In this way, your father is gone, according to the etiquette law, you have to keep the system for twenty-seven months, I just discussed with your mother, after the funeral is completed in a few days, you will have to close the door to thank the guests, during this time, you kid can practice martial arts well, and when you are done with the system, I will naturally go to you to ask for the grace of the court, and you can always have no worries about food and clothing......"

Yang Fenglou listened, and naturally didn't do it.

"Uncle Song, my father died tragically, not even a corpse, I don't take revenge, I am a son of man in vain! Wang Xianzhi, Huang Chao, and the unknown name of the people in the rivers and lakes, I, Yang Fenglou, am bound to be with them!"

Speak generously.

but attracted Song Hao's slap.

"! Your father was killed while executing the military order of the Right Dragon Martial Army, this is not only your personal vendetta, but also the public anger of my Right Dragon Martial Army, and even the people in the Beiya Forbidden Army will definitely not let go of Wang Xianzhi and others. ”

Yang Fenglou rubbed his head and stopped talking, but the rebelliousness in his eyes still revealed the thoughts in his heart.

Song Hao looked at it, sighed for a long time, raised his hand and touched the top of Yang Fenglou's head, and then said: "Boy, I know what you think, the revenge of killing your father is naturally not shared, but before taking revenge, you must also make sure that you can take revenge......

"Not to mention the others for the time being, that Wang Xianzhi is a Jianghu Grandmaster, and he has already achieved a grade of King Kong Realm, even your father, in his hands, naturally there is no defeat...... And you, I heard your father say, you haven't cultivated your internal skills yet, and you can't even beat a nine-rank martial artist on the rivers and lakes, so how can you talk about revenge?"

Yang Fenglou was speechless for a while.

Song Hao's words are true.

Although Yang Tai has practiced family martial arts since childhood, it is a pity that the roots are still acceptable, but the understanding is not good, the external strength of the Arhat boxing and the chaotic cloak staff method is a skill, and the most test of the school of understanding of the internal strength of the hard Zen, but has been unable to enter, according to Yang Tai's father, in the rivers and lakes, barely a martial artist.

At this level, if you want to find a Jianghu Grandmaster for revenge, it is tantamount to an idiot's dream.

However, Yang Fenglou had already agreed to Yang Tai's revenge, so naturally he couldn't break his word and get fat.

After a period of silence, he still said categorically: "If you have revenge, you don't want to take revenge, and you are a man!"

Maybe it was the firmness in his words that touched Song Hao, maybe Song Hao wanted him to retreat, but he could only hear him say to Yang Fenglou:

"Okay! Kind of ambition! However, if you want to take revenge, you have to pass my test, or I will not allow it!"

Yang Fenglou looked directly into Song Hao's eyes and nodded slowly.

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