Chapter 167: The boy with a sword and a blue shirt

In Shaoliang City, there is the prosperity of Shaoliang City, but the big figures in high positions also have things to worry about. They are just different from others. They can't say many things, so they can only solve them by gritting their teeth.
At the critical juncture of Xie Lao Jijiu's entry into Beijing, everyone in Shaoliang City held their breath, waiting for what will happen in Shaoliang City later, the emperor had already said to the important officials of the temple at the court meeting yesterday. When the old man came to the city gate, His Majesty the emperor would bring a hundred officials to greet each other. This attention not only cared about the reputation of the old sacrificial wine in the ruling and opposition parties, but also because Da Zhou had a chance to breathe. Xie applied his wealth and life.
Don't accept it. If you really don't accept it, you will go to be like General Xie and kill him a few emperors and princes.
Some people in Shaoliang City were worried, probably because they didn't know how to face the old Jijiu.
There is a small town in the territory of Chen Kingdom. Its original size is actually not much different from that of Baiyu Town in Dazhou. There are not many people, but it has been a dozen miles away from this town. After building a Wanbao Pavilion on a dangerous peak, the town has expanded in size four times in just 20 years, and each time it is more powerful. By now, the town can no longer be called a small town. In Chen Guo Southeast, it is said that the first important town. The people who came and went from the original merchants and vendors, to the current martial artists, literati and inkmen. The magnitude of the change is staggering.
In the final analysis, it was naturally that he couldn't escape the three words Wanbao Pavilion.
Wanbao Pavilion was built on Feixian Peak a dozen miles away from the small town here, and it was only completed twenty years ago. Because of the unique landscape and the hard work of a group of literati and inkmen, it has long been said to be Chen Guo Even if there are tens of millions of places to watch the sunrise in the territory, watching the sunrise in Wanbao Pavilion is still the first choice.
Named at sunrise, when the sky came out, it is still a mystery why the Wanbao Pavilion, which is like Wanbao in the Pavilion, was built on this Fei Xianfeng. Fei Xianfeng has always been said to be the first of the ten dangerous peaks in the Chen Kingdom. On weekdays, if someone wants to climb Feixianfeng, in addition to climbing the rugged mountain roads, they also have to walk on a suspension bridge with only one chain. That alone makes many hearts want to fly. Visitors who take a look at Xianfeng are discouraged. Except for those Wufu who have good martial arts cultivation skills, there are very few who want to walk through this chain in peace.
Those literati who have left poems to praise Feixianfeng, in fact, few have actually climbed to see it, except for a scholar who fell out of the rankings in his early years, on the way back to his hometown, passing here, gritted his teeth from here on the chain Aside from crawling over it bit by bit, few of the other scholars have seen the climb to Feixian Peak.
However, the down-and-out scholar was courageous, but not very talented. The poem he wrote really failed to spread, but it was thanks to him that he climbed such a trip to Feixian Peak.
Since Feixian Peak is so difficult to climb, why someone can build a pavilion on top of this dangerous peak is even more puzzling. How did those wood and stone materials be transported to the dangerous peak? It is said that someone once asked a predecessor who is considered to be famous in the arena, if he wants to take the wood up the mountain, can he walk up the dangerous peak, the predecessor of the river and lake first thought for a moment, saying that he was just bringing one. It’s not difficult for the root of wood to pass, and then someone asked what to do if he was carrying a boulder weighing more than a thousand kilograms. Then he didn’t expect that the senior of the rivers and lakes would walk away. This made people look at each other, but at the same time, they really felt a bit The completion of that Wanbao Pavilion is really strange. After all, the masters of the world who boarded the Wanbao Pavilion personally saw the huge boulders used to build the pavilion. In this way, not only ordinary people, but Even when the famous Jianghu masters went to the Wanbao Pavilion to view the scenery, they did not dare to look through the furnishings in the pavilion.
There is such a kind of person above Wufu, in fact, it is not a secret in Chen Guojianghu.
The gods on the mountain, know that there are, but have seen them with their own eyes, it is actually another thing.
But in any case, Wanbao Pavilion, as a land without an owner, is still not dilapidated under the situation of the present twenty years, because it was built on the top of Feixian Peak.
It was built on the top of Feixian Peak, with few people coming and knowing the hardships, so they didn't dare to do anything.
The legend is still a legend, and this will definitely not affect the tourists who are thinking about visiting Feixianfeng, but most people cannot climb the Feixianfeng, so they can only settle in that small town. In the second direction, isn't the town getting bigger and bigger and more people?
The town is lively these past two days. After the winter solstice, the weather is getting colder. The most common items in the market will not be other objects, but only the charcoal. Although the town has undergone four expansions, it has not been built. The unsophisticated folk customs are gone, and the charcoal in the market is not expensive from beginning to end, so that ordinary people can afford it. As for those wealthy homes, they probably won’t consider the matter of using them. They often buy all the charcoal needed for the whole winter before the winter comes. This makes those charcoal sellers carry the burden these days. Bao Xiaobao’s charcoal runs around in the town. Although tired, there is always a smile on his face. After all, these charcoal still have a lot of money after they are sold. At that time, you can buy one or two hairpins at a reasonable price at the market. After you want to come back home, you can also grill it on a fire and eat your own wife. I personally fried a few delicious side dishes. If the wife is more happy and can still have a drink, in the evening, she said she would have to work harder than in the past.
Just comparing these, the original intention of buying that hairpin is not that complicated. I just want to see the smiling face of my daughter-in-law, after all, how can I treat him badly?
Today’s largest restaurant in the town has a storyteller. If you want to listen to it in the past, you have to order a few pots of wine on the second floor of the restaurant and spend a few dollars. In addition, you have to If you want to listen to it, you can only have the opportunity at the beginning and end of each month. The shopkeeper of the restaurant who has already been blessed in his middle age will be very good at thinking about what is most important in this small town. There is no threshold for storytellers. Because they don’t need money today, it is rare for storytellers to come to the first floor from the second floor. In the most spacious lobby on the first floor, there are a crowd of drinkers who say they are alcoholics, but they really want to drink. Yes, not many. Most of them are for this storytelling. Mr. Storyteller is a middle-aged man who is more than half a hundred years old. A washed white gown was dragged to the ground. It is still the same as other storytellers. There is a bench in the center of the lobby, then a big ocean bowl, and a bowl in the bowl. Liquor, I will finish talking after drinking, I will never say more. If you want to make an exception, if you buy the best wine in the ten-tan restaurant in one breath, the owner of the restaurant will personally pour the storyteller. The last bowl of wine, this is the so-called "addition". Therefore, before the storyteller starts each session, the big sip of wine to drink will definitely attract a lot of boos.
It’s not the first time that the storyteller has heard it, so he doesn’t take it seriously. On weekdays, storytellers will have commissions from the shopkeeper. Someone buys a few pots of wine, and somebody asks for a few dishes. The accounts will be divided according to what they said before. In fact, the shopkeeper and the storyteller have already agreed on these matters, so there are no other problems.
It’s just the one at the beginning of the month and the one at the end of the month. Although there is still a bottom line, there will be no money for drinks, and often it is not possible to follow what has not been said before. The storyteller can only open another short story, but Try to leave some unfinished words beyond the beginning and end of the month.
It's not that you have to suspend people's appetite. Anyway, I can't finish talking about it this month, and there will be next month.
As for whether the alcoholics can't bear to listen to those storytellers who ask for money, it's not their business.
The storyteller talked about those stories while drinking in a leisurely and contented manner. He came to the hand and spoke very smoothly. When the wine was about to bottom out, the storyteller had to get up, but suddenly someone in the crowd threw a bag of silver and said To buy ten jars of good wine, the shopkeeper and the storyteller looked at each other, then picked up the bag of silver coins, weighed it, and felt that the weight was quite sufficient, so he could understand the story and poured a bowl of wine for the storyteller, and then the storyteller. Energetic, smiled, and talked about the second half of the story.
As for the ten altars of good wine, the high-spending hawker distributed it to everyone who came to listen to the book, but he really didn't drink a sip.
Before the drinkers were busy drinking, they saw the man, he was a young man in a blue shirt, he was a handsome boy with a sword box on his back, and he seemed to be a disciple from a wealthy family. Everyone nodded to him. The man just shook his head slightly and didn't say anything.
The man sitting with him was pale and didn’t look too old. He just wore a good knife that looked good at his waist. When drinking, he still didn’t forget to press the handle of the knife and let him The people gave birth to some thoughtful drinkers, and soon drowned all their little thoughts in the wine.
Most of the people in this arena can't afford it.
At least this kind of momentum is really unattractive.
The man with the knife was holding a large bowl, and after drinking a small sip of wine, he watched the man in his hand the bowl in his hand and put it in the distance. The man with the knife didn't think of struggling, just He grinned with pain, and finally gave up. He said weakly, "Li Fuyao, I won't drink any more wine now, I really want to kill him by hitting my head."
Li Fuyao, with a sword box on his back in Qingshan, the young man with a knife Xie Ying.
These two, if any of their heads were picked up and thrown at Huaiyang City, some unimaginable benefits would hit their heads on the day of keeping that person.
Li Fuyao, with a pale face, looked at Xie Ying like this, and couldn't help but jokingly said: "If you really want to die, you don't have to go out of the Imperial Study Room that day. Tsk, now think of it, you put one hand on the Imperial Study Room that day. On the door, the appearance of an oil lamp in one hand is really so interesting. It's a pity that I only tell stories. If you are proficient in Danqing, I should draw you a picture."
Xie Ying snorted coldly: "If you want a portrait, you also have to paint by the hand of the Danqing country, who is more than a day old!"
In this regard, Li Fuyao smiled and said.
Xie Ying lay weakly on the table, looking at Li Fuyao a little weirdly, and asked in a low voice, "Why didn't you kill the Qi King?"
Li Fuyao was startled, then smiled and asked, "Then why are you killing King Liang?"
Xie Ying frowned, "You know, if King Liang sits on the throne, border wars will definitely be more difficult, so he must die. At least I think he is more damnable than the Emperor Chen."
Li Fuyao smiled, "Since you think so, it is normal for King Liang to die, but why did King Qi die because he was a monk? When we first put it together, didn't you also say that he Is there the least threat to Da Zhou?"
Xie Ying looked serious, "But he is a monk!"
Li Fuyao retorted softly: "It used to be, but it won't be anymore. From now on, the king of Qi is just an ordinary man, a woman's husband, and a child's father. If you want to say something different, those royal children may not I will know, because King Qi will definitely not tell them, after all, the Xun family needs a shelter from King Qi who is a monk, but this is enough."
Xie Ying said angrily: "But you still didn't tell me why you didn't kill King Qi."
Li Fuyao twitched the corners of his mouth, "If I say that I can't do it, believe it or not, when Princess Qi was standing by and killing his husband in front of a woman, wouldn't you think it was a bit cruel? And we are a swordsman. Mai, although not as caring about the so-called karma as the Three Religions, but after all, he is also a mountain man, and he can never say that he kills and then kills like those martial arts fighters."
Xie Ying turned his head and picked up a few peanuts. "Forget it, it's not wrong for you to do this anyway. I don't bother to fight with you. When I return to the frontier army and drive all these fools back, the same Standing at the head of Huaiyang City."
Li Fuyao smiled, "Your frontier army commander may not be able to move north, after all, it is Huaiyang City that is messing up, not the border. Chen Guo's army is still fighting, even if it retreats, it will obviously work step by step and will not stay. Give you a chance."
Xie Ying rubbed his temples, and said helplessly: "There is no way, this army is not my final say."
Li Fuyao ate a few chopsticks dishes, and said with a smile: "It's not far, just killing King Liang will make you climb a long way up, and besides, follow your current seat and climb up. , Isn't it the top?"
"By the way, this kind of assassination, no matter what I think these days, you shouldn't have come in person. Da Zhou's Jianghu Wufu is really dead?"
Xie Ying's eyes were a little sad, and he shook his head without speaking.
Li Fuyao did not ask.
The two waited for the storytelling to come to an end, and then stood up and left. The shopkeeper of the restaurant personally delivered it to the restaurant. Li Fuyao quipped: "No matter how enthusiastic the shopkeeper is, they can’t afford wine. This wine is It's not cheap."
This made the rich treasurer's wry smile.
Fortunately, after Li Fuyao said a few words, he left with Xie Ying and stopped staying in this small town.
According to Li Fuyao's idea, before leaving Chen Country, go to the Wanbao Pavilion on the Fei Xian Peak.
Of course, Xie Ying has no objection to this. He is actually a little happy to be able to ignore the chaos at the border where once or twice the war is improperly commanded and lose everything.
Feixianfeng was more than ten miles away from this small town. Li Fuyao rented an ox cart without a horseman. The owner of the car dealership was also free and easy, saying that there were their people under Feixianfeng, as long as Li Fuyao had enough. Deposit is fine.
After paying the money and getting into the bullock cart, Li Fuyao drove the bullock cart slowly to Feixianfeng. Xie Ying couldn't help but say that you are not short of money in Li Fu's pocket. How can you say yes Get a bullock cart.
Li Fuyao did not refute, but smiled and asked Xie Ying how much his salary a month was. The latter opened his mouth and couldn't tell.
Before he joined the army and after he joined the army, where did he take care of this kind of thing? The Xie family was a famous sect in Da Zhou. Not only was it quite prestigious on both sides of the Jianghu and Chaotang, but also a lot of business was in hand. How to raise without money?
Therefore, Xie Ying has never worried about money since he was a child, so facing Li Fuyao's problem, he really couldn't say anything.
Li Fuyao didn't ask any further questions, only driving this bullock cart to reach under Feixian Peak at dusk.
After checking the voucher with the man from the car dealership, and after receiving the silver, Li Fuyao, who was thinking about going up the mountain, was dragged and persuaded by the man. He said that the mountain was steep and the road was difficult. It was dusk again, I'm afraid It is really dangerous to not reach the top of the mountain before it gets dark. Why not wait for the climb tomorrow? After all, he felt that this young man could not go to the Wanbao Pavilion.
Li Fuyaoying said something to him, but in the end he didn't listen to him anyway, and started climbing with Xie Ying.
Mountain roads are difficult to navigate, and the weather is getting cooler after the winter solstice, and the wind blowing at dusk is really cold.
Li Fuyao smiled as he walked: "I haven't met a good season. If summer comes, the sunrise tomorrow will be beautiful. Now the winter solstice is over. I have to say whether there will be a sunrise tomorrow."
Xie Ying twitched his mouth behind him, and suddenly asked, "How does this mountain road compare to your sword mountain?"
Li Fuyao laughed and said, "Sword Mountain is much easier to walk than this, but I was not lucky enough to reach the top of the mountain."
Xie Ying chuckled and said with a smile: "It's revealed, I really thought you went up!"
Li Fuyao smiled and said nothing.
Xie Ying patted him on the shoulder behind him, haha ​​smiled and said, "It's okay, I won't stop taking you as a friend because of this."
Li Fuyao replied, "Thank you very much, General."
Then Li Fuyao said with some regret: "I have known two people surnamed Xie in my life. Comparing the two people, you are really a thousand miles away."
Xie Ying hummed coldly: "Who is the other one, find out Bibi!"
Li Fuyao stopped talking, just tightened the sword box behind him, and looked down at the green shirt on his body.