The more Yi Huo thought about it, the more he thought the plan was good, so he took the sword and returned home happily.
After returning, Yi Huo said to his wife: "You stay at home so that you can discipline your son. I will go to Xianyang."
The lady was shocked and asked Yihuo: "You are so good, why are you going to Xianyang?"
Yi Huo said: "There may be a great fortune in Xianyang City."
Then, he didn't want to argue with his wife any more, so he ordered Yong Chi to say: "Get the car ready, I'm going to see the county magistrate."
After meeting Magistrate Pei, Yihuo expressed his intention to go to Xianyang.
The county magistrate didn't have any objections and nodded in agreement. After all, the rich people in the county have a certain influence here, and the county magistrate often drinks and has fun with them. They are considered friends. As long as they don't do anything extraordinary, the county magistrate usually lets them go.
The county magistrate helped Yihuo write documents so that he could pass through the pass without any obstruction.
Then he said to Yi Huo: "Since the pacification of Xiang Liang, many imperial troops have been stationed in the land of Chu, and the various places have become more peaceful. However, there are still some thieves who have not been wiped out."
"It happens that a group of merchants are going to Xianyang City tomorrow. Wouldn't it be safe for you to go and join them?"
Yi Huo thanked her profusely and agreed.
After returning to his home with the documents, Yihuo ordered his people to pack their things and prepare to go north to Xianyang.
That night, Yi Huo sat in his room, staring at the sword in a daze. The more I looked at it, the more frustrated I became: Why can’t I hear the roar of the dragon?
Suddenly, he remembered something. His son was already fifteen years old. He is not young anymore. He can't hear the roar of the dragon. I wonder if his son can do it?
If the son can make great achievements, that's not bad.
Thinking of this, Yi Huo excitedly picked up the sword and entered his son's room.
Yihuo's son, named Yibi, was lying on the bed sleeping.
Young people run around and are full of energy during the day, but at night they often sleep like dead dogs.
Yibi was like a dead dog now, and he didn't even notice when Yihuo walked up to his couch.
Yi Huo waved his sword in front of Yi Bi's head.
There was still no movement.
Yi Huo sighed, feeling a little bitter in his heart: Can the roar of the dragon not wake him up? Could it be that you can't hear it?
He reached out and patted Yibi: "Wake up, wake up..."
Yi Bi opened his eyes in a daze and saw Yi Huo standing beside him with a sword in hand, looking like he was about to chop him down.
Yibi was startled and immediately screamed: "Ah..."
Yi Huo was very excited. He waved his sword and said, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. This is the sound of dragon roaring."
Erbi rolled and crawled outside, but his legs gave out and he fell to the ground.
Then, a pool of yellow liquid soaked out and wet the clothes.
Yi Huo looked at his son in confusion. He fell into a distressing paradox: is a hero who is scared to death by the roar of a dragon still a hero?
The contemptuous exclamation had already alarmed the family.
The lady came, helped her son up with great distress, and then scratched her face until it was all red.
Half an hour later, Yi Huo finally figured out that his son was not a hero, but a coward who was worse than himself.
He hugged the sword and returned to his room indifferently.
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The next day, the sky was dim. Yihuo is about to set off.
There is no overnight feud between husband and wife. The lady handed a baggage to Yihuo: "There are some replacement clothes and some gold and silver in it. You should be careful to keep it. Don't let thieves steal it."
Yi Huo responded, casually carrying the baggage on his back and holding the sword box tightly in his arms.
The lady looked at the box and hesitated to speak.
Yi Huo said: "I'm leaving. As for this son... that's all. If he likes reading, then read some. If he really doesn't like it, there's no need to force him."
The lady looked at Yi Huo in confusion and thought: In the past, didn't he always force his son to study? Why has your temperament changed so much today?
But when we parted, everything was in a hurry. Madam couldn't care less about such gossip.
He looked at his husband and Yong Chi who was following him, and asked worriedly: "Are you going to Xianyang with only Yong Chi? Do you want to bring a few more servants?"
Yihuo waved his hand: "No need. I went with the merchants. It was very safe along the way. However, thieves often rob the people in Pei County, so servants are indispensable at home."
The lady thought about it and felt that this made sense.
Wasn't Mr. Lu robbed several times?
However, Mr. Lu was smart enough to marry his daughter to Liu Ji. From then on, those thieves never robbed Lu Gong again.
Therefore, everyone in the county admired Liu Ji and felt that he was really a hero and had frightened the thieves...
Just when Madam was thinking wildly, Yi Huo had already walked away with Yong Chi.
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Sitting in the caravan, Yihuo felt like he was sitting on pins and needles.
He held the sword in his arms, hid it in the straw, and stuffed it in his clothes.
Yong Chi looked puzzled and asked: "Master, what are you..."
Yi Huo sighed and said: "Unexpected things can happen in the sky, so be careful. Although it's broad daylight and it's very peaceful, what if we encounter a group of thieves?"
"It's fine if the thief takes something else. What if he takes my sword? Liu Ji asked me for 100,000 yuan for this sword, but I only gave 20,000, which is a big advantage. Such a treasure, once If you bring it to Xianyang City, I'm afraid it can be sold for several million dollars."
Yong Chi was stunned when he heard this.
He whispered: "Liu Ji, I recognize him. I had several fights with him when I was young. This man is extremely cunning and has no shame."
"One time he couldn't beat me, so he kicked up a handful of dirt and caught my eye. Then he took the opportunity to punch and kick me."
"I don't believe that the swords sold by this kind of people are treasures..."
Yi Huo said unhappily: "When Liu Ji was young, he might have liked to be clever. However, he is no longer the Liu Ji he used to be."
"He became Lu Gong's son-in-law, opened a treasure house, and made a lot of money every day. How glorious is he? How many powerful guests are there? Who are you, and you dare to slander him?"
Yong Chi quickly bowed his head and apologized.
In fact, Yi Huo's scolding Yong Chi had other meanings.
After all, I bought this sword for 20,000 yuan. You, Yong Chi, said he was fake. What do you mean? Is it okay to question my vision?
After scolding Yong Chi, Yi Huo began to worry about where to hide the sword.
Yong Chi felt itchy and couldn't help but said: "The villain has a good idea."
Yi Huo said: "Then come and listen."
Yong Chi said: "Master, why don't you throw away the sword box and hang this sword casually on your body."
Yihuo was furious: "If this happens, wouldn't that attract thieves?"
Yong Chi said sincerely: "Thieves may not recognize such treasures."
Yi Huo thought about it and thought it made sense.
This sword, keep a low profile and bide your time. It looks like a piece of scrap metal. Who would have known that it would emit bursts of dragon roars in the middle of the night?
Yi Huo never doubted the authenticity of this sword.
After all... even though I couldn't hear the dragon's roar, my friends heard it. If only one person heard it, there would still be doubts. The key is that many people heard it.
So Yi Huo hid the sword box in the car, put the sword on his body, and nodded with satisfaction.
Two hours later, they caught up with Zhao Tuo.
Zhao Tuo's marching speed was really too slow.
And now Zhao Tuo stopped again and began to punish the dung gold and horns.
When Yi Huo's group passed by, Qin Bing glanced at them casually, but didn't care.
After all, they are just a group of ordinary businessmen, nothing noteworthy.
Yi Huo breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he didn't meet them in the middle of the night. Otherwise, if the sword made a dragon roar, wouldn't it be exposed?
The next day, Yi Huo and the merchants were about to leave Chu territory.
But at this time, there was a whistle on the mountain, and many thieves came running out, about thirty or forty of them.
These thieves are all holding bright weapons, and they look like masters of murder without blinking an eye.
The merchants were so frightened that they begged for mercy.
The thieves took control of them effortlessly.
At this time, my intestines were filled with regret.
If I had known earlier, I would not have followed these merchants. Merchants carry their goods and walk struttingly on the road. Are they not waiting to be robbed?
As a result, the leader among the merchants was very experienced and quickly took out the money and handed it over to the thieves.
The thief counted them and nodded with satisfaction.
Yi Huo was stunned: Why are they so skilled? Cooperate so well? It doesn't look like... this is the first time I've been robbed.
After paying the money, the merchant smiled flatteringly at the thief, and then drove away in his car.
As a result, the thief said calmly: "Wait a minute."
The merchants were frozen there, not daring to move.
The thief pointed at Yi Huo and said, "Who is this person? He looks strange."
The merchant said: "This man is my newly hired man."
The thief sneered: "With a big belly and a fat head, how can there be such a guy in the world? He must be a rich man."
Soon, the recently acquired small baggage was found.
After the thief took away the gold and silver, he was still a little dissatisfied and said to Yi Huo: "It's too little. Where did you hide the money?"
Yi Huo smiled bitterly and said, "It's all in your hands."
The thief kicked him: "Fart, judging from your appearance, you are clearly a merchant. Where are your goods?"
Yi Huo said with a bitter face: "I am just following the merchant to Xianyang. I am not a merchant and I have no goods."
The thief yelled: "Whether you are a merchant or not, you look like a rich man. Come here, weigh him. One pound is worth one hundred dollars. Please pay according to the pound."
Two thieves came over, carried a large scale, and began to weigh their catch.
Yi Huo felt ashamed.
After a while, the thief loudly announced the count: one hundred and sixty pounds.
The leader of the thieves began to calculate: "One pound is worth one hundred dollars, one hundred and sixty pounds is..."
The leader of the thieves has little education, so this number is a bit difficult to calculate.
He scratched his head in distress, and suddenly slapped Yi Huo with his backhand: "It's not easy to make you look like this."
Yi Huo covered his face and felt so aggrieved that he wanted to cry.
Fortunately, the merchant next to him smiled and said: "I helped you calculate it, it's 10,600 yuan."
After saying this, the merchant winked at Yihuo.
The leader of the thieves didn't know if this number was correct. He closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, then opened his eyes and said to the merchant: "Yes, it is exactly this number. You are quite sensible and did not lie to me."
The merchant quickly showed his honest and honest look.
The leader of the thieves stretched out his hand to Yihuo.
Yihuo said with a grimace: "I really have no money."
The thief leader didn't talk nonsense: "Beat him until he gives you money."
So a dozen.
Soon I couldn't stand it anymore.
He has been pampered since he was a child. When has he ever suffered from physical abuse?
He lay on the ground and cried: "Although I have no money, I have treasures. There is a treasure that is worth a lot of money."
The leader of the thieves asked: "What treasure is it?"
Yi Huo took off the sword from his waist and held it up with both hands.
Then, a new round of beatings ushered in.
The merchant not far away looks at me and I look at you. When I sympathized with Yi Quan, I also admired him a little: it was okay if he refused to give money, but he actually had the courage to tease the thief with a piece of scrap metal. He is truly a hero.
The thieves got tired and left.
The merchants packed up their goods and got back on the road.
Yi Huo and Yong Chi still followed the merchants, their noses bruised and their faces swollen.
Because of his heroic actions, those merchants admired him very much. Although all the money recently obtained was looted. But along the way, the merchants took good care of them and did not let them go hungry.
When the wounds on Yi Huo and Yong Chi's faces were basically healed, they saw the tall Xianyang City.
A merchant who had been to Xianyang said to Yi Huo: "If you go over there, you can see Shangjun's courtyard."
Yi Huo thanked him, said goodbye to the merchant, and walked towards Shang Jun's courtyard with Yong Chi.
While on the road, he saw a strange sight.
There are many children, running and playing. While playing, he shouted: "I am a lucky old man, I am a lucky old man, you can't catch me."
After walking a few steps, he saw a small shop selling food.
There is a cloth curtain at the door of the shop, with the image of an old man painted on it.
There is also a word written next to it: endorsed by a lucky old man. The goods are genuine and fair. Eating brings good luck.
He walked a few more steps and saw a storyteller standing at the door of a small temple, saying to the audience: "By the way, the lucky old man just left Xiang Liang and was met by Wang Heng again. It can be said that he just came out of the wolf's den, and again Entering the tiger's mouth."
"At that time, the old man had only his little grandson and no one else. At this critical moment, there was no other way but to escape."
"But Wang Heng was so fierce and cunning that he sent thieves on horseback to chase him. How can a two-legged man outrun a four-legged horse? The lucky old man thought that he would die and already had thoughts of committing suicide."
"However, at the critical moment of life and death, luck appeared again..."
Snapped!
The storyteller patted the wooden board heavily and said loudly: "If you want to know what happened next time, let's listen to the explanation next time."
The onlookers yelled and cursed. A few even threw clods at him.
The storyteller covered his face, avoided it, and said aggrievedly: "I don't mean to whet your appetite. In fact, this is how the princess's book is written."
Yi Huo couldn't help his curiosity and asked the person next to him: "Excuse me, is this luck..."
Before Yi Huo finished speaking, the man turned to look at him, and then at the broken sword at his waist. Hehe sneered: "Do you think you can pretend to be a lucky old man by hanging a sword? You should wait until your beard turns white first."
Yihuo: "..."
Are Xianyang people sick?
