Chapter 1: Night exploration of Fengxue Temple, blood spattered Renjiabao

The first verse punishes ghosts and collects servants

Autumn fragrance

Leaning on the railing bridge, looking out of thin air, the green cedar is embellished, and the green wave rice is fragrant and yellow.

The breeze is light and the saddle hangs to the ground.

Jin Ge Iron Horse, as early as in the inkstone, is reincarnated.

Chao Si Chen, twilight returns to frost, spotted hair is dark, who knows the autumn fragrance?

The sword of the red face is arguing.

Emperor Qin and Han Wu, the waves are in a hurry to go east, and there is nothing to do.

Since ancient times, how many heroes have emerged, the country has been reincarnated, you have fought for the country and the red dust, and each has its own charm. The mountains and rivers are beautiful, the green cedars are eternal, the people are alive, and the waves are blooming. The country is good, the emperor and the dynasty are changing, and the confidant is expensive, but he sighs that his life is short. If you join for a long time, you will divide for a long time. People compete for fame, clouds and money, but no one knows that the long-term dull side is true.

The Tang Dynasty, long gone, the prosperity has passed, reproducing the chaotic situation of the world's heroes, Jin, Song, Tubo, Dali, Western Xia, Western Liao countries stand side by side, not subordinate to each other, and the attack on each other has not stopped for a moment.

It was the end of autumn and the beginning of winter, on the north bank of the Huai River.

In the afternoon, the dazzle is hidden in the clouds, still bright and dazzling, the clouds are light and transparent, light and lovely. The big aspen can only be sparse, standing alone on the side of the road in the field, unable to resist the cold wind, and crying. The poplar tree had long since lost its branches and leaves, and only a few curved torsos remained, which had long been devastated by the cold wind.

After the breeze, wisps of dust rolled up on the loess road, and suddenly a scene of yellow smoke disappeared into the dry and cold air, and a choking smell was greeted by a choking atmosphere.

As far as the eye can see, the eyes are misty and hazy, a piece of gray and yellow, a piece of blue sky and white clouds, intersecting between the first line; occasionally a few newly landed yellow dry birch leaves, withered yellow and dry white, hard and brittle, dotted and embellished, fluttering in the wilderness of thousands of miles of dry yellow; you can see that in the vague ruins and ruins, occasionally a few wisps of curling smoke rise, since it is the busy time when ordinary people are preparing meals, but there are no cattle and sheep returning, it is very desolate, and the white desert has wasted this thousands of miles of wilderness plain.

This is the frontier of the Jin and Song Dynasty rivalries, the north bank of the Huai River, and the south of Xuzhou. Years of war and chaos have made the original outstanding people and heroes, and the place where the heroes have come out has long been ten rooms and nine empty, and the original Han and Tang dynasties have long been gone, and it is difficult to reproduce the majestic style of Qin, Han and Chu, and the eyes are desolate.

It has passed Suizhou and is on the official road of Huaichu and Chuzhou.

The people fleeing the famine on the official road came and went, all of them were thin and yellow, their eyes were dull, their clothes were ragged, and they were dull and stiff.

Although this place has been the homeland of the Han people since ancient times, and countless talents have been born to stabilize the country, it must be said that the earth is a hero, but now, it has long become a secret dispute between the Jin and Song dynasties and do not want to manage the area. On the road, there is an endless stream of pedestrians, dressed as Han people, thin and staggering, lazy and lazy, with nothing to fight for, and their faces are frightened. Even the donkeys, mules, horses and other animals behind them all pulled their huge heads and shriveled bodies, walking slowly forward in the cold wind, no one urged and no one rushed. The road was remarkably quiet, very dreary, and no one spoke. The occasional noise still came from the restless and impatient crows on the branches of the trees, waiting to feed.

On the official road, there are scattered post pavilions and pavilions that have been around for a long time, which have long been dilapidated, leaving only a few horizontal wooden pillars still standing there, telling the sadness of this world.

Inside and outside the pavilion, pedestrians sit or stand, solemn and dazed, and there is no vitality or color in their eclipsed eyes.

The common people in this troubled world, many people are ruined, and they are in the residual situation of escaping and hiding, lack of food and clothing, which is sad, I would rather be a peaceful dog, and do not choose to be a person in the troubled world.

At the end of the road, a caravan of chariots and horses slowly came, dressed as golden men, gorgeously dressed, plush, and colorful, and chattering, laughing and laughing, very eye-catching, which attracted countless looks, hesitations, speculations, surprises, envy, and jealousy.

The people of the road took refuge and looked to the right and left for fear, and everyone in the pavilion stopped drinking water, and forgot to eat dry food, as if the air had frozen for a moment.

In this era of war and chaos, in this non-lingering place, where did so many beautiful men and women, so many tall and strong horses, flamboyant and arrogant, and so murderous.

It is true that it was a well-dressed horse team with well-dressed carriages and horses. More than a dozen sturdy and mighty tall horses, two horses draped in red and green, the golden bells hanging in the wind jingle endlessly, crisp and pleasant, and the pennant embroidered with fluttering carriages, very show-off, very public. Since it can calmly walk in the realm of the Jin and Song Dynasties, it must have the ability to reach the sky, and the people on the road think so.

The two tall black horses in front of them, black and shiny, walked in square steps, snorted and flicked their tails, and were very uneasy. Immediately sat two big men with ordinary appearances and clothes, both around 30 years old, with tiger foreheads and square mouths, a thin face, clear faces, six or seven feet tall, white skin, wearing a rooster-tailed yellow fox fur hat, two long yellow fox fur tails hanging down on the chest, wearing a large black brocade cloak, covered with a green cotton robe, tied with a copper buttock leather black belt around the waist, and pedaling black high-waisted cowhide boots; In front of their horses, they both had a black and bright round shield on the left, a yellow cowhide water bag and a red silk and gold sheep's head and a sheathed machete on the right.

The two sat upright on their horses, talking and laughing loudly, arrogantly, and the sound shook the clouds. I didn't pay attention to these desperate fugitives on the side of the road. In their eyes, the road is straight, quiet, except for the wind, dust, and sand, which makes it difficult to breathe, everything is beautiful and comfortable.

Behind the horse is a white horse, sitting on the top of the fourteen or fifteen years old, handsome and powder-faced young man, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, a straight nose and a small mouth, and a large red flower obliquely inserted in the fox fur hat on his head. In such a cold winter, where did this gorgeous flower come from, I don't know if it is true or false, it really makes people reverie. The flower trembled in the wind, and it was very beautiful, showing a young man who was in mourning and did not pass through the world. The young man also wore a large black cloak, wearing a white brocade cotton robe, and a gold silk fox embroidered with gold silk could be faintly seen on the left side of the robe; a yellow skin water bag hung on the left side of the saddle, and a long sword with a yellow spike with a sheath; on the right hung two quivers full of arrows and feathers, and a large black lacquered iron string bow on his back, an arrow, and only five black and faint blue feather arrows in the naan, revealing a sense of fear and murder; and a tiger-headed golden gun with a barb on the saddle. The young man was half-sitting on the back of the horse, with one leg and half a circle in front of him, and he was neck-raising and talking to the first two big men.

The young man is handsome and rare in the world. It's just that its mouth is slightly up, and a pair of cold stars shine chills at passers-by from time to time, which makes people palpitate and feel frightened. This man is not a good person.

After the boy, he rode side by side, with black horses on both sides and yellow horses in the middle. The yellow horse has huge bones, a crystal coat color, and a vigorous pace.

The one on the left has a round face, big eyes and a wide mouth, burly and strong, ruddy complexion, beardless, thirty or forty years old, with a peaceful face, and a slight melancholy in the peace; a gray cape with a fur hat and a gray cotton robe, without a bag or sword, and a rosary more than one or two feet long in the palm of his right hand, which is crystal clear; and a rod of cooked brass hanging from the victory hook of his right leg. This person was smiling, his eyes were slightly open, the weather was freezing, and he was curled up in his clothes in the wilderness, sometimes lazily looking at the displaced people in front of him, he couldn't bear it, closed his eyes and shook his head frequently and sighed silently.

The one on the right, in his thirties, has a jade face and a sharp nose, sword eyebrows and phoenix eyes, no beard, and a spring breeze on his face; he is covered with a green robe, and a yellow plum blossom is embroidered on the chest of the robe, and a little red is between the flower cores; and the left water bag and the right yellow spike long sword. His left hand holds the reins, a huge turquoise between his slender left fingers, and a yellow paper fan in his right hand has not been opened, holding it in his hand, and he is swaying with the horse's steps on the horse, which is very elegant and elegant;

In the middle, Huang Bi immediately sat a ten-year-old boy, tall but slightly thin, jade flour face and slightly cyan, sword eyebrows, red lips, wearing a big red otter skin fox down hat with gold wire trim, big red gold edge embroidered knurled cloak, covered with green cotton robe, embroidered peony ring flying bat, red silk edging, waist wrapped with gold wire inlaid jade belt, foot rhinoceros leather boots, boots embroidered with gold silk bull head, lifelike. The water bag on the left and the long sword on the right, the black bear holster in both hands, sitting with the reins in hand.

The handsome young man is unparalleled in the world, but unfortunately there is a slanted and not very long faint scar on his left cheek; although the scar is not obvious, it is also a great scenery, but it adds a few tricks and wild surnames, so that people will never forget this scar at a glance A slightly evil young man, associated with Pianpian.

The young man's face is sometimes worried, as if he is young and infinitely sad, endless love and hatred; sometimes he laughs heartily, is vigorous, and gives up no one else, but there is a kind of truth and arrogance that is rare in the world; sometimes he sighs and looks solemn; sometimes he frequently looks to the right with a look of envy, as if he is a curious young man who has just left home and is not deeply involved in the world.

The young man was followed closely by an elderly man in his forties, riding a black horse, with five locks of black beard, a gray robe, a water bag and a machete in front of the horse, and a large knife on the hook of victory; this man was walking slowly behind the young man's horse, smiling on his face, and a little cautious in his serenity, listening to the words of the people in front of him. His heart is as plain as water, and he can't tell whether he is happy or angry on his face.

Walking with the elders a little half a head behind was a simple middle-aged man in plain blue clothes riding a black horse, in his thirties, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, a black beard, only a book scroll in his hand, and a slanted sac, nothing else, but also full of energy. It's just that his clothes are really incompatible with the magnificence of everyone, just like a piece of exquisite splendid that is so hard to dig out a piece of life.

Behind the elder is a luxury carriage with three horses driving side by side, six or seven feet wide, ** feet long, wooden on all sides, red all over, carved and inlaid with jade, covered with gold and copper, covered with colored yellow cowhide, there are windows on both sides, the grid is red gold bordered, covered with big black satin, the window is red and green and fluttering; there are strings of gold bells hanging at the four corners, more than one foot long, tinkling continuously, the end of the bell is tied with a fox tail, fluttering with the wind; the roof is inserted with colorful peacock feathers, and a pennant embroidered with gold silk phoenix on a black background is inserted in the middle.

Before the car arrived, the bell has been heard, the body has arrived, and the wood fragrance has overflowed, which is the world's well-known wind chime seven-spice treasure car. The body is carved from seven kinds of thousand-year-old fragrant wood in the South China Sea, and the sword and fire are not close; the horse is a rare lion wrenching horse, white as snow, is treading snow without traces, black as ink, is Daisy Qianli, red as fire, maple dyeing. The body is sturdy, the work is fine, the horses are durable, and the feet are quite strong. The seven-spice treasure car can travel 600 miles, and the night travel 400 miles, and the carriage and horses are not damaged. This is the best in the world.

Dressed in a leather coat and pants in front of the car, a strong man in his twenties, with a single knife in his back, holding the reins with both hands, his eyes are deep and forward, and he can't take his eyes off and concentrate on driving.

On both sides of the car, there were two teenage girls in leather coats, hats, and black cloaks, with pretty faces and horsewhips; both wearing red jackets and green trousers, covered with fox skin jackets, carrying knives and bows, and immediately hanging a water bag and a long sword; they were whispering like warblers, covering their lips and laughing, and the cheers continued.

The two on the left are fat and thin, and the two on the right are fat and thin.

The fat man was smiling, but his brows were slightly locked, as if he had all kinds of things on his mind, and the thin man was thin, and he looked less than fourteen years old, with an innocent face, full of spring breeze, and a sweet smile on the corner of his mouth.

Behind the carriage was another carriage, much smaller and more simplified than the previous one, but it was also covered with cowhide, and the two horses drove side by side, also driven by a strong man about twenty years old in short clothes and leather clothes.

The last two singles were ridden, both in leather clothes and trousers, about 20 years old, with a waist knife on his left side, a bow and arrow on his right, a man on the left, a long face with yellow eyebrows, double pupils, and a monkey gills with a pointed beak, nine feet tall, with long arms over the knees, and a long-handled moon-shaped machete; The two of them are fierce like ghosts, and neither of them is a weapon used by the Han people in the Central Plains, either gold or Liao, which is very eye-catching. The two of them were speechless, and walked slowly behind the car, their eyes widened, looking around, and being vigilant.

Sure enough, it is extravagant, eye-catching, cautious and vigilant, and heavily guarded, not allowing others to worry about robbery, and it is still a horse team that has traveled thousands of miles to visit relatives.

The two men at the front, known as the black and white eagles, Dali people, twin brothers. The eldest is known as the Black Eagle, named Wei Yingqian, and the second is the Yellow Beard, known as the White Eagle, called Wei Yingkun, both of whom are excellent in their skills, and they are strong and strong in hand-to-hand combat.

Behind the double eagles, he rode a horse to talk about the young man, and the person gave the nickname Nine-Tailed Fox Gong Ming, clever, light and nimble hands and feet, versatile, sword, fist, light skill, hidden weapon, point point, easy appearance, and even very good; men, women, and children, born Dan clean and ugly, pinched hands and dressed up, like a god; especially a gentleman on the beam, the skill of holding sheep with empty hands is applauded, and the rivers and lakes are rare. It is Ren Tianqi's personal servant, because the back chest invites the master to paint a nine-tailed green fox, so this nine-tailed fox Ya name.

Ren Tianqi, that is, a young man in the middle of the three horses, a native of Guangling, Yangzhou, the Great Song Dynasty, a spotted bamboo sword, a square halberd, a black iron bow, and his arms are full of divine power; he has been instructed by several masters to pass on his art, and his internal skills are profound, and he has practiced the magic skill of protecting the body without appearance; a set of 36 swordsmanship of black water lightning is fast and heavy, and no one can stop him; in Dajin country, people call it the ghost of black water, and those who hear its name are all frightened, holding their heads and running around.

On the left side of Ren Tianqi, it is the eldest brother Lu Qian, a native of Bohai, a former Jinshi, because he was dissatisfied with the inaction of the imperial court, and refused to enter the office, and then caused the family to be ruined for no reason, all thoughts were lost, and the righteous brother Ren Tianqi rescued him, persuaded him with words, and survived, and devoted himself to the study of martial arts。

On the right side of Ren Tianqi, the second brother Wen Tingyu, a native of western Sichuan, was born in Xuanshi, sword, medicine, calligraphy, piano, poetry, painting, chess, omniscient, omniscient, Su Ping has a paper fan in his hand regardless of winter and summer; He was riddled with disasters due to his hobby, but fortunately met Ren Tianqi to save him, and he fell in love, so he walked the world together, and became a golden orchid with everyone.

The forty-year-old man's name is Ren Mingquan, and he is the second housekeeper of the right village of Renjiabao in Guangling.

The man holding the scroll is called Hua Shi'an, no one knows where he came from, only knows that he is a down-and-out scholar, a Confucian student with a broken leg, who has always been home all over the world, wandering the world, but he is also full of talent, unique insights, and goes in and out together for Ren Tianqi to know and retain.

Ren Tianqi received his fiancée from Yanjing, the capital of the Jin Kingdom------- the only daughter of Wanyan Boji, the only daughter of the Southern King of the Great Jin Kingdom, Fengyin County Lord, and traveled thousands of miles back to Guangling Province to get married. Seven years ago, Ren Tianqi and the housekeeper Ren Mingquan went out to learn art, Tiannan and Haibei, traveled all over Kyushu, along the way to collect the palace inscription of the small maid, befriended the black and white double eagle, a thousand hands of scholars and Lu Qian, the four of them married Jinlan, and then met Hua Shi'an; and after a thousand hardships, practiced a super-superior martial arts; and fortunately with the help of all the righteous brothers, martial arts has already reached the peak, out of the holy world, for the world's top masters.

Four girls next to the car, since the county lord married a personal maid, named Spring Peach, Summer Lotus, Autumn Moon and Winter Snow. Those who are fat are winter snow, and those who are thin are the youngest autumn moon.

The four strong outfits of the Han Dynasty were the four horsemen of the grassland collected by Ren Tianqi when he assisted the Jin State in his expedition to the southern king and the western expedition to the Mongolian Tatar tribe, and took the Han names Ren Zhi, Ren Yong, Ren Li, and Ren Xin.

Along the way, everyone got up early and stayed early, traveled to the wonders and scenic spots, tasted the special snacks along the way, listened to the thousands of scholars talk about the experience of the rivers and lakes, the customs and customs of various places, listened to Mr. Hua's taste of the past and the present, and the passionate writing; and drank and sang songs, played the piano and wrote poems, but it was also safe and interesting, and there were no waves. Occasionally, some thieves and thieves, or weak thieves in the rivers and lakes targeted or worried about the horse team, and finally because everyone carried knives and sticks, murderous and heavily guarded, or were afraid of the prestige of the seven-spice treasure car and the black phoenix flag of the southern palace, they had long been dodged far away, and they had no idea of robbing and pickpocketing. Moreover, at this time, the gold lord of the Dajin Kingdom was Shengming, and the territory was unprecedentedly peaceful, and the officials and the people were upright; fortunately, there were officials and military officials who secretly protected them under the order of the king of the south, but there was no major incident.

In this way, it may be too calm along the way, but this is a bitter temper, and the black and white double eagle who is active and loves to play has not been able to fight with people for a few months, and naturally feels that his back and legs hurt, and he is dull and bored. Every night, the two of them had to entangle with Ren Tianqi and Gong Ming, wait for a move, fall one or two, and then let the great monk Lu Qian and Mr. Hua give them guidance before they fell asleep as they wished.

This Mr. Hua is really a master who loves to join in the fun, and he is quite interested in everything, and it is also the head of the way, I am afraid that there is only a little red in the world to compare with it, but the two have their own strengths, and they complement each other, which can be called the double treasure of the world. Mr. Hua is a scholar and has no power to restrain the chicken, but Mr. Hua's clever eloquence, unique insights and bottomless alcohol are very suitable for the taste of Double Eagle, so the relationship between the three is very iron. Whenever there is an appearance of black and white eagles, Mr. Hua will definitely be found. Ren Tianqi knew very well, and he didn't blame him, and the group rushed to Yangzhou calmly and cautiously.