There is Luoshui outside Luoyang City.
The scorching sun was in the sky, and there were many people coming and going at the pier. It was very noisy. Under the pergola on the shore, Chang Yu was sweating profusely and was drinking herbal tea, one bowl at a time. Jiang Fa was leading two horses to drink by the river, looking at the tea shed from a distance. The young man inside felt dumbfounded.
This boy is truly possessed.
A few days ago, the feared eunuch of Dongchang became a knight errant again in the blink of an eye. He was always clamoring to be a hero and fight against injustice. At most, he could get into more than a dozen fights a day, and he never stopped enjoying it.
I just beat up a few bad guys in Luoyang City. In fact, those few bad guys didn't have any serious evil deeds. They just teased good women in front of the silk shop. By the standards of later generations, they were just flirting with each other.
But this guy went up and beat the person up. The other party's servants were so numerous that they immediately surrounded him, but he still beat him to pieces... What made Jiang Fa even more speechless was that every time he beat someone before leaving, He would always shout loudly: I am the capital of the capital, which is always black and white, and always comes from the east!
When people travel in the world, it is better to do less than to do more. There are some who actually draw out their swords to help when encountering difficulties, but most of them just go around if they can, and it also depends on the opponent's strength. If it is the kind of attack that can be easily done, then take action. It's because the other party is a local snake or a tough opponent, and few people are willing to stand up for others and bleed.
But this guy is different. He wishes he would encounter all kinds of troubles so that he can enjoy himself to the fullest.
Along the way, he ate meat and drank tea. Well, he just didn't drink. He looked for fights everywhere. It was strange that such a wanderer could survive for a long time. Jiang Fa was speechless, but he could only let him have his own way. After all, most of the time He is still the eunuch of Dongchang, and there are not many opportunities to play in the world like this. He fights with local gangsters along the way, and their skills are enough to deal with them, as long as they don't encounter those kind of desperadoes, or gangs of robbers or assassins. , so don’t worry too much.
Anyway, as long as you are happy.
Jiang Fa tied his horse to a tree by the river and walked towards the tea shed. Seeing Chang Yu staring at a place in a daze, he turned around and saw a man under the shade of a tree by the river, gnawing dry food with a knife on his back. At first glance, he looked like It was the Guandong swordsman Ruan Xiaotian, because he was in the same downfall and poor.
"Isn't it similar?" Chang Yu smiled, and Jiang Fa nodded: "Fortunately not, if it was true that Ruan Xiaotian would have run away when he saw you."
"Why?" Chang Yu was puzzled.
"The charlatan promised you a lot of money. He said he would treat you to wine and meat next time he sees you. Do you think he can afford it?" Jiang Fa smiled, and Chang Yu smiled bitterly and shook his head: "The charlatan who spends a lot of money is really just a legend. , only in books."
Jiang Fa sighed: "The kind of rangers that the young master mentioned existed in the pre-Qin or Han and Tang Dynasties, but they have almost disappeared after the Song Dynasty. The so-called Jianghu people are just people from three religions and nine schools doing various businesses, all in order to make a living, and that kind of rangers Most of the disciples of the aristocratic families are just traveling around. Nowadays, the disciples of the aristocratic families are either feasting and feasting or studying to study for their future. Not to mention that there are few who dare to go out in the chaos of war. The remaining kind are people like villains who have no worries and are wandering around. It's just wandering around, but who has a home, a house, a wife, children, and children, but who can't think of ways to support his family and still have the energy to travel around the world to do heroic things? Look, Wu Shu is also alone.
Besides, there is no way to make a living by wandering around the rivers and lakes every day, and how can you get the money to drink wine and eat meat in big bowls, let alone spend a lot of money? Even someone as skilled in martial arts as Wuzhong, in the end, doesn't just kill people to make money."
Chang Yu looked stunned, sighed for a while and smiled: "No wonder Ruan Xiaotian and the man over there look poor, almost like beggars." He sighed: "The ranger closest to my imagination is Li Xingtian, who knows But he is a thief who wants to kill me, cough!"
Jiang Fa laughed and said: "No, there are people like Li Xingtian who spend a lot of money and are unrestrained and romantic. But this kind of people usually do things like killing people and selling goods. How can a young man from aristocratic family wander around in the world all year round? What if he is not a young master from aristocratic family?" It’s a lot of money.”
Chang Yu stood up and said, "Then I will become a true knight errant of the Ming Dynasty."
Jiang Fa almost choked, but when he saw Chang Yu walking towards the man under the shade of the trees by the river, he quickly followed him out of fear of causing trouble.
Chang Yu stopped a few steps away from the man and looked carefully, and saw that he was staring at the river in a daze while chewing on a black lump and didn't know what it was. He was carrying an unsheathed knife behind his back, and there were three hangings on it. An iron ring, Chang Yu could tell at a glance that it was a broken knife of low quality, and there was even rust on it.
In fact, although the smelting technology of the Ming Dynasty was at the top level in the world, it was only in this era that future generations could buy a kitchen knife and it would be called a peerless knife.
We cannot underestimate the wisdom of the ancients, but the smelting technology at that time was far inferior to modern times. The objects produced were top-notch at the time, but they are really not worth mentioning now. Don't over exaggerate some ancient objects. It is a mythical thing, but in fact it is nothing. Like the bronze sword unearthed from the tomb of Qin Shihuang. It is said that it was bent when it was unearthed under the terracotta warriors and horses, but when it was taken out, it straightened instantly. Then netizens were boiling and stressed for thousands of years. Not even a bend, the smelting technology at that time was so awesome.
The results of it?
The legend is just a legend, nothing more than street literature created by netizens.
Of course, it doesn’t mean that ancient weapons were all rubbish and not quality. Of course, they did exist.
The reason why some famous swords are famous and called precious swords is because they are so rare. Even for a master of swordsmanship like Wuzhong, the big sword he regards as a family heirloom sword is actually just a quality sword. Ordinary weapons are not even as good as standard sabers.
Only one thing can come out in a thousand or even tens of thousands of miles, and nine out of ten such good things are in the hands of the powerful, and very few among the people. For example, the blue bird on Chang Yu and the red tassel in Wuzhong's hand are both royal collections. of exquisite products.
In addition to the blue bird and red tassel, the dagger given to Chang Yu by the prince was said to have been passed down by Lord Yongle. Also released at the same time was a sword, which was given to the living Buddha in Tibet by Lord Yongle.
Later, the sword was collected by the British Museum. It was said that it cost 100,000 pounds to acquire it, and it is now their treasure.
"You kid, I've got a stain on my face." The gangster who was eating cornbread by the river noticed Chang Yu's gaze, turned around and scolded him. After seeing Chang Yu dressed up, he couldn't help but say, "Oh, that knife on my body The knife is good, where did you steal it?”
Chang Yu looked proud: "I am also a Jianghu person, and I have my own sword."
The big man curled his lips with disdain, pulled out the knife from his back and thrust it into the ground: "Would you like to change it?"
