Hanyuan County is a large county in the southwest of Qinzhou with thousands of miles of fertile fields. Because it produces a lot of rice, most of the rice it produces is used to supply the army and imperial merchants. Therefore, it is known as the "granary of the world" and the "Little Jiangnan of Qin".
At Shen Shi, the clouds were light and the wind was gentle, and the setting sun was still shining.
From time to time, a few ape cries can be heard from the cliffs in the distance, and the sound is heard in the empty valley, which is very sad.
The two carriages slowly stopped on a path paved with intermittent bluestones in the mountains and only suitable for one vehicle. Everyone on the carriages got off one after another.
Along the way, Yan Longyu and his party did not see an inn or a house in the low mountains and forests. It seemed that everyone would have to make fire on the spot in the mountains tonight.
The servant Lao He untied the horses on the two carriages respectively, tied the six strong horses to the nearby stream, and found some compost for the horses.
Yan Gui picked up a large bundle of firewood nearby and was about to light a fire.
Yan Longyu, who couldn't sit still, took Dugu Haodang and Mo Fei into the mountains to look for game.
Beside the two carriages, only the old Confucian scholar Qin Ruoyang, who stood with his hands behind his hands and looked towards the distant mountains, and Hua Fengju, who was leaning on the tree with nothing to do, had a piece of dead grass hanging from his mouth.
Qin Ruoyang said with emotion: "The sun is shining brightly in the north every day, but the sky in the south is full of clouds. If we go further south, wind and rain are probably coming!"
Hua Fengju heard the implication of the old Confucian scholar beside him, quietly spat out the withered grass in his mouth, and responded to the question as if he was not asking: "Yes! This year's Central Plains is experiencing drought in the north and floods in the south. Those who are drought will die from drought, and those who are flooded will die from waterlogging. I'm afraid A lot of people will die from both the north and the south."
No matter whether you go south or north, you will inevitably die.
"Right."
Qin Ruoyang continued to look at the distant mountains, squinted his eyes and smiled, letting the mountain wind blow on his weather-beaten face, and said nothing more.
After autumn entered, the sun set earlier day by day, and the sky became dark within a few moments. Yan Gui lit a bonfire next to the carriage, and beside the fire were roasting a few birds that Yan Longyu and the others had just caught from the mountain. The returning pheasant.
After Qin Ruoyang, an old Confucian scholar, took a few bites of dry food, he went into the carriage and fell asleep. In fact, after autumn, the old Confucian scholar's legs and feet often suffered from heartbreaking pain, especially at night, but he did not tell the children. The servant Lao He sat cross-legged on the ground and stood guard outside Qin Ruoyang's carriage.
Yan Longyu took Dugu Haodang and Yan Gui together and sat under a big tree next to the fire, listening attentively to Mo Fei, who was beside him, telling them about the beauties in the "National Beauty and Heavenly Fragrance Picture", Hua Fengju looked cool and unrestrained He was lying on the treetop above the four of them, holding his long blue sword, with his eyes open and not knowing what he was thinking.
Through getting along on the carriage, Yan Longyu had become familiar with the young man named Mo Fei in front of him.
Although Mo Fei was born in Jinguan City, Shuzhou, where he was well-dressed and well-educated, he was not as mean-spirited and cunning as the dandy boys that Yan Longyu saw in Fulong County. He was more energetic and lively than Dugu, more confident than Yangui, and He is less bookish than Xu Zhiqing, and his demeanor of a Qianqian son suits Yan Longyu's temper very well.
As the saying goes, food and sex are the same. When several teenagers talked about beauties, they were fascinated and enthusiastic.
Could it be that he had put aside his previous restraint and said enthusiastically: "In the picture of the beauty of the country and the fragrance of the sky, I would like to comment on the fifteen people who are beautiful but have no talent. They are just side dishes for drinking. Can they really be regarded as the true beauty of the country, who has both talent and beauty? They are definitely the nine people in the previous volume..."
"Not to mention anything else, just hearing these names can make the listener sigh with emotion and make the listener envious...
I have Princess Yuxiu, Chen Yunchai, the "famous pearl of the great country" of the Wu Zhao Dynasty;
There is Bai Ning, the prince of a small village in Chuzhou who possesses a unique fragrance and excellent writing skills;
There is a strange woman, Li Huanjun, who lives in the capital and looks like the late Empress Yao.
There is Liu Hongshi, the pipa girl by the West Lake who has fascinated countless celebrities in the south of the Yangtze River;
There is the Min Princess of Minzhou, Ruan Yuniang, who made the royal family say, "If you love beauty, you don't want the country."
There is the sword-dancing beauty Zhao Yuyan, the woman from the North who holds the famous sword "Hanzhi";
There is one of the ten major sects, the chief disciple of Lingfu Palace, "Fairy Guangxiu", Chu Yinxuan;
There is one of the four hall masters on the Tonghuang Immortal Island in the South China Sea from the ten major sects, Su Atao, the master of the Suzaku Hall;
There is also the gentle beauty, Wen Xiangrui, who is good at painting beauty fans in Jinguan City, Western Shu, and who "feels pity for women";
………”
Mo Fei was still talking happily, and Dugu Haodang, who showed no emotion or anger, could still be calmer, but Yan Longyu and Yan Gui on the side had already turned red in their cheeks and were thinking too much.
"What a bunch of yellow-haired boys, look at how you have never seen a woman before!" Hua Fengju, who was just above a few people, was speechless and helpless as he listened to the bursts of silly laughter coming from the teenagers from time to time.
But when he heard the name "Chu Yinxuan", the middle-aged man curled his lips and muttered in a low voice, "I am already in my forties, and I still want to compete with the little girls."
After more than an hour, several handsome young men who still didn't know what it was like to be a woman finally stopped making noise.
After a rare moment of peace, Hua Fengju jumped down from the tree, threw a palm-sized sandalwood box to Yan Longyu, and then jumped up to the treetop again.
Yan Longyu opened the box and saw a square and exquisite purple jade plaque. There were four words engraved on the jade - "Awakening Dragon and Drawing Rain". The young man raised his head and asked, "Uncle Feng, what is this?"
Huafeng held it up on the treetop and replied lazily: "Your mother left you a jade plaque. I have been holding it for you all these years. I was afraid that you would lose it and you would not be able to get a wife. Now I give it back to you." Get it!"
Yan Longyu frowned and put the jade plaque and the sandalwood box into his pocket. He was just a little confused: What is the connection between the piece of jade my mother left me and whether I can get a wife?
at night.
There is silence in the mountains and forests. The bonfire was still burning, illuminating the young faces of several handsome young men sleeping beside the fire. Hua Fengju was still lying on the treetop, staring at the sky without falling asleep.
And Yan Longyu was dreaming again.
…
In the dream, Yan Longyu seemed to be in a pavilion in the middle of the lake. He walked to the pavilion and looked around. In the mist, he could vaguely see the lotus leaves on the water outside the pavilion.
The young man looked up and found several golden flying swords hanging upside down on the water. These flying swords formed a circle, surrounding the pavilion in the middle of the lake where he was.
Yan Longyu's thoughts flashed through his mind, and in the end he only thought of one sentence: "I am Xu Yanchen, the Eternal Sword Emperor!"
A Zhongzhenghaoran voice suddenly came from behind Yan Longyu, "Yes, I am the Eternal Sword Emperor, Xu Yanchen."
Yan Longyu turned around quickly.
I don’t know when, there was a middle-aged man sitting cross-legged on the ground in the center of the pavilion, with sunken cheeks, closed eyes, and white clothes and hair, like a mummy.
Yan Longyu was startled at first. After a moment of confrontation, seeing that the middle-aged man had no reaction, he bravely asked the haggard middle-aged man, "Who are you? Where are you?"
The haggard middle-aged man did not move at all like a dead man, but a voice did come from his body, "In a dream, in the heart of the West Lake."
By the West Lake, Flying Sword, and a haggard middle-aged man, Yan Longyu seemed to be thinking of one person, "You are the living dead by the West Lake, one of the top ten masters in the world!"
That Zhongzheng awe-inspiring voice once again sounded from beside the haggard middle-aged man, "I am Nan You, the living dead in this world, and Xu Yanchen, the Eternal Sword Emperor from eight hundred years ago."
"Entrusted by the heavenly man in white from Qishan, I will teach you swordsmanship in my dream."
For a moment, Yan Longyu, who was standing in the pavilion, remembered the strange dream he had that night in the Qishan Bamboo House. As if waking up from a dream, he murmured: "It turns out that was not a dream."
"Eight hundred years ago, I carried a million swords to kill all the evil spirits in the world on the Jade Mountain. I realized that the thirty-six sword moves were opposite to the thirty-six stars of Tiangang, so I named it 'Tiangang Sword Technique'. I will use it today. I'll teach you how many moves you can remember, it depends on your luck."
After saying that, the haggard swordsman in the center of the pavilion remained as dead as ever, motionless.
The young man in the dream seemed to feel the atmosphere was slightly awkward, and asked the withered swordsman in a desperate manner: "Are you starting to teach? Senior, oh no, ancestor, have you been sitting cross-legged for too long and can't get up? , do you want me to help you stand up?"
"Look outside!"
Yan Longyu turned his head when he heard the words, only to see a circle of golden flying swords hanging in the air outside the pavilion and on the water slowly transformed into a series of empty golden sword-holding figures.
A total of thirty-six golden figures circled the pavilion, one for each, hanging in the air to demonstrate the "Tiangang Sword Technique" of the eternal sword emperor.
The young man had no time to hesitate and stepped forward quickly, holding on to the fence of the Huxin Pavilion. He concentrated on it and kept walking, watching as he walked, looking at every move, and circled around the pavilion.
Half a moment's work.
After demonstrating the sword moves, the thirty-six golden figures were suspended above the water. At the same time, they retracted their moves and turned into thirty-six flying swords again at a speed visible to Yan Longyu's naked eyes.
After reading a circle, Yan Longyu closed his eyes as if after reminiscing, murmuring something in his mouth, then slowly opened his eyes, and smiled bitterly at the withered swordsman in the center of the pavilion: "Ancestor, can we do it again? ,I forgot."
"Go!"
…
By the campfire in the mountains.
Yan Longyu suddenly opened his eyes in his sleep, and quickly sat upright from the haystack. Without any explanation, he raised his hand and slapped himself loudly. The young man yelled like he had lost his mind: "This is not a dream. I want to go back, I want to learn the sword! I want to learn the sword to take revenge..."
Everyone who was sleeping beside the fire was awakened by Yan Longyu's roar. They all stood up and looked at Yan Longyu in surprise, who was walking towards the fire step by step. Hua Fengju, who had not yet fallen asleep, heard the sound and hurriedly jumped down from the treetop. He For the first time, a look of panic appeared on his usually casual face, and he no longer cared about showing off his master's demeanor.
Under the gaze of everyone, Yan Longyu, whose eyes were blank, bent down and slowly pulled out a long wooden stick with sparks from the fire.
Yan Gui wanted to step forward to stop Yan Longyu, but Dugu Haodang, who noticed something, stretched out his hand to block him.
The next moment, Hua Fengju, Dugu Haodang, Yan Gui, Mo Fei, and Qin Ruoyang, who had just been helped out of the carriage by his servant Lao He, were all shocked, because Yan Longyu was using a wooden stick as a sword and swinging it one by one!
In the night, the young man dressed in white is better than the snow. In the hands of Yan Longyu, the wooden stick with sparks is like a bright fire dragon, twisting and turning in the wind, and the sword moves are cold. The sword's power may be like a dragon soaring in the sky, or like a spiritual snake curling its body and tail, or Like a waterfall pouring down, or like a lotus blooming with fragrance...
Hua Fengju looked at his nephew who seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit before him, and used a series of smooth sword moves that he had never seen before in the world. His face was solemn, and he counted a total of twelve moves in detail.
After the last move, the young man dropped the wooden stick in his hand and fell to the ground exhausted.
