Even outside the Xicheng Tower in Bianjing City, there are endless streets and small shops, various teahouses and hotels, pawn shops, the wooden stage, rolling donkey carts, and an endless stream of cargomen and merchants... all of which are clear. The unique prosperity of this era.
Ten miles further, the population gradually became sparse. Wang Zhi and his party stopped in an open space in a poplar forest. They found that the enemy had not arrived yet, but they were not in a hurry. They were in Xicheng, so it was normal for them to arrive earlier. , and at Chang Qing's suggestion, they deliberately came earlier so that they could wait for the work. At that moment, everyone found time to sit down and recharge their batteries in preparation for the coming enemy.
After another two quarters of an hour, Wang Fei was a little impatient with the waiting. He walked up to Wang Zhi, sat down and said, "Brother Zhi, are those birds afraid of us and we don't dare to come?"
Wang Zhi laughed angrily and called him 'Brother Zhi' again. How many times had this reckless man told him not to call him 'Brother Zhi' in front of outsiders, especially in front of everyone in the Juxian Hall? Law, there are rules in the hall. My hall, Juxian Hall, brings together talented people from all over the world. There are no rules and regulations. What is the difference between me and that rural gang?
Although in the eyes of outsiders, the "Juxiantang" formed by these half-grown children is just a play house for children, not as formal as those rural gangs.
But Wang Zhi doesn’t think so. A mountain of hundreds of feet starts from a stubborn rock, and a sea of ten thousand miles starts from a stream. Only when the foundation is solid can it soar upward. Nobility with a weak foundation is just like a castle in the air, which may collapse in the slightest turmoil.
Just like his Langya Wang family, there are many rules in the clan, and there are more than 300 clan mottos. It takes a whole year to memorize one every day.
Among the clan, those who are literary, those who practice martial arts, those who are engaged in business, those who are farming, those who open workshops, those who contract mines... and so on, there are children of his royal family in all walks of life. The family will train the children of the clan from an early age. What he is good at is transferred to various positions, and various industries complement each other and achieve each other. The foundation has already penetrated all aspects of the Central Plains.
Even in Northern Liao and Xixia, he has the Langya Wang family's property. No one can touch them, not even the emperor. If they do, it may turn the world upside down.
It is with such a deep foundation that the Langya Wang family has been rich for thousands of years.
Wang Zhi, who had memories of two lifetimes, even adopted "Princes, princes and generals should live in harmony with each other" as his motto.
Think of Liu Bang, the great ancestor of the Han Dynasty, who was just a rogue when he first entered the world.
Liu Bei, the emperor's uncle of the Three Kingdoms, wasted no time in his forties and was nothing more than a shoe seller.
There is also another memory of Zhu Yuanzhang, the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty in later generations, who is even more remarkable. With a bowl in the beginning, he managed to establish a stronger and bigger empire than Zhao Song.
These are just the most ordinary people around them. They turned into dragons just because of the storm. If there were no opportunities, they would just be a pile of nameless bones on the roadside a hundred years later.
I miss him, Wang Zhi, who was remembered for two lifetimes, I miss him dying and resurrecting in the smelly ditch of Changqing, I miss him Wang Fei... He also has a red face and a thick neck, but he is caught between the four countries in the turmoil of Song, Liao, Xia and Jin. How can everyone in Juxian Hall do it? You can't turn into a dragon.
It's just that Wang Fei stayed with him for too long, and he was the first of the sages to follow him. The two of them had met as early as two years ago. At that time, the Juxian Hall had not yet existed, and Wang Fei was just a little beggar. His head was broken while he was snatching food. He happened to meet Erlang Wang, who was returning home from listening to music in Goulan. He saw the red-faced boy lying on the wall of his courtyard with his face covered in blood, and he showed kindness and rescued him.
After Wang Erlang recovered from his injuries, he kicked the freeloader out of the house. Later, when he had the idea of forming a force, he called Wang Fei back. Wang Fei was also called 'Brother Zhi' for two years. , it was difficult to change his mind for a while.
Wang Zhi glanced sideways at the little man with a red face and thick neck and said angrily: "Why are you so anxious? As long as they want to return to the Xicheng territory, they will not stop coming. You will be in the limelight soon."
Wang Fei scratched his head and laughed, and said rashly: "I'm just afraid that they are just entertaining us and don't dare to really come to ask for a beating."
Wang Zhi rolled his eyes at him and was about to say something when he saw Monkey walking quickly towards Wang Zhi and cupping his fists and saying, "Master, they are here."
"Well done!"
Wang Zhi shouted softly, stood up and said, "Tell the brothers to prepare to meet the enemy."
Everyone was ordered to pick up their sticks and form a formation to prepare.
After a while, Zhu Ruxian and Gao Yaofu's group all walked into the open space in the woods. Both camps stood facing the enemy with sticks in their hands.
It can be said that enemies are extremely jealous when they meet.
"Where is Wang Zhi? Let him speak out."
A man walked out from the opposite side and said loudly. If you look closely, it is Zhu Ruxian, the only son of Zhu Meng, the mighty Jiedu envoy.
Wang Zhi didn't move, but Wang Fei took the lead and stepped forward, shouting at the top of his lungs and scolding him, "How can you, a little bitch, deserve to talk to my hall master? You thought the last blow wasn't painful enough, so why do you dare to step forward?" Are you here to ask for a beating? Could it be that you have the disease of being abused and need to satisfy your cravings?"
Everyone behind him laughed after hearing it. Whether he can beat me or not is another matter. You have to be very careful about your rhetoric.
"No more barking, that red dog."
A loud voice also came out of the opponent's camp and said: "Last time, we were not prepared and were caught off guard. This time I came well prepared. I quickly put down my weapons and knelt down to beg for mercy, vowing not to step on him again." One step into the west city, I will spare your life for the sake of your feathers, otherwise I will beat you so much that your parents won’t recognize you."
When Wang Fei heard that the other party called him a red dog, he was also very angry. He immediately retorted and cursed. No one in the five generations of the other party was immune to the scolding. When the other party saw that he couldn't get enough of it, someone else started to scold him. Wang Fei also had no one to back him up. until both sides began to curse, fingers wagging, spitting, and nearly a hundred people from both sides yelling and scolding. In the grove, the birds scattered in fright, and the dead leaves flew everywhere.
If spitting could kill people, this open space would be littered with corpses by now.
Wang Zhi wiped the saliva from his face. He had been scolding him heartily just now, but now he felt his mouth was dry. He pulled Chang Qing, who was still scolding, and asked, "Qing, what do you think?"
Chang Qing knew what he was asking. He wiped the foam at the corner of his mouth with his sleeve and said, "Hall Master, it's not easy to deal with this time. They are indeed well prepared."
"Did you see the group of men behind them?"
Chang Qing pointed at the group of strong men in short-sleeved shirts behind the opponent and said: "It doesn't matter whether those gangsters are defeated generals. The main thing is that these people are silent and strong. They should be that tall." I’m afraid all the thugs in Taiwei’s family have had some training, so the hall master must not be careless.”
Wang Zhi followed his fingers and felt a shiver in his heart. He was born into a family of military generals and practiced martial arts since he was a child. He has shown himself to be an outstanding martial artist. He is not afraid of these people. It's just that the stick has no eyes. The half-grown children around him are not even that old yet. No matter how good they are, they are still sallow and skinny. It's okay to let them fight against the gangsters on the other side. But if they meet such regular thugs, I'm afraid they won't be enough to watch. If any of them have broken arms or legs, Wang Erlang won't be able to face them either. yes.
"Does Qing have any good advice to teach me?" Wang Zhi asked with a frown.
"Master, look at the person in the middle."
Chang Qing pointed to the man in brocade clothes opposite and surrounded by strong men in rough cloth and said: "I think that guy is Gao Yaofu, the son of Gao Qiu and Taiwei Gao."
Wang Zhi nodded after seeing Gao Yaofu and said, "I saw it, what next?"
"The hall master will act like this for a while..."
Chang Qing approached Wang Zhi and whispered something, and Wang Zhi nodded frequently.
While Wang Zhi was talking with Chang Qing, Gao Yaofu, who was opposite, was also talking softly to the green-robed scribe beside him.
The green-robed scribe whispered to Gao Yaofu: "In the Yamen, the people across the street seem to be in disorder, regardless of age or age, but in fact, there is something to be said if you look closely at each person's position."
"oh?"
Gao Yaofu said suspiciously: "How do you say that?"
"Look at the people standing on the opposite side, surrounded by a triangle. Each corner is led by the strongest person. The strong ones are in front, and the weak ones are in the back."
The green-robed scribe pointed his finger at Wang Zhi, Wang Fu, and Wang Gui and continued: "In a melee, the most fearful thing is to hit the target. It will not be able to be used, and friendly forces will be accidentally injured. This is not the case on the opposite side. The three teams spread out to fight, and the attack range is wide. The three teams respond to each other. As long as one side breaks through and presses forward, the space available for us to perform will be reduced by taking one step back. If we take another step back, we will be completely defeated."
Gao Yaofu couldn't help but be surprised when he heard this, "There is such a way to fight in a small market, so we can also arrange it like the other party, okay?"
"No, Yanei."
The green-robed scribe shook his head and said: "This opponent's position must have been trained many times, and they cooperate with each other tacitly. They have already planned their advance and retreat. If we learn in a hurry, we will mess up our position. By then, a defeat will be a thousand miles away." . Instead, it is better to go all-in, take advantage of the large number of people, break through the opponent's center first, and then turn around to attack the two wings. Only in this way can we win steadily."
"The biggest key point of the opponent's formation is the middle. As long as the opponent can hold the middle, we will be surrounded and unable to win quickly. But as long as the middle cannot hold, we will be defeated immediately, so I only need to rush to the middle to start fighting after a while. It will definitely be destroyed."
The green-robed scribe spoke with full confidence, as if he had seen the scene of victory for a while. He never thought that his side would lose, and it was impossible for him to lose. Not to mention there were more than a dozen people on his side than the opponent. Isn't it just like having fun when these dozen strong men around me beat some half-grown children?
If you can lose in this way, then you might as well go back and find a piece of tofu and kill yourself.
Hearing this, Gao Yaofu looked towards the opponent's center, and at a glance he saw Wang Zhi, who was tall and tall in black attire. He stood out among a group of poor young people with sallow faces and skinny muscles. He couldn't help but sigh: "What a boy. To be so tall, this young man must be the second son of Wang Zhenwang, a well-known dandy in Bianjing City, Wang Zhi."
"Just as Mr. said."
Gao Yaofu nodded, and suddenly warned: "Don't hurt his life."
The young scribe then said a few words to the strong men and then pulled Gao Yaofu back.
The stick has no eyes, and Xicheng's salary is not important. If this hurts Taiwei Gao's beloved son, there will probably be a banquet at his house tomorrow.
Gao Yaofu seemed a little eager to give it a try, but he also knew that this was not the time to show off as a personal hero, so he let him pull him away.
As the scolding war between the two sides escalated, the distance between them became closer and closer. The atmosphere was heightened and the momentum was built up. Everyone on both sides was jealous and looked like a man-eating tiger.
"Kill~"
At this moment, someone in the field shouted loudly, and both sides immediately raised their sticks to start a confrontation.
