Sealing Sword Chapter 1: Gu Yang

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On the desolate mountain road, weeds are overgrown, such as lead stratum clouds pressing against the ground, making people breathless.

A small caravan is on the way, but it’s a pity that this road has been deserted for too long. Few people have walked. The gravel almost drove the wheels out of the car. Ordinary people are sitting in the car. I have to vomit a lot of meat and vegetables, which is worse than a woman who is pregnant.

So everyone put the supplies in the car and walked leisurely on their two legs. Only at the end of the team on a flatbed truck filled with sacks, there was a hen crouching in a nest.

Ye Fusheng wears a coarse cloth gown, his hair is tied with a straw rope and a loose ponytail, his head is resting on the corner of the sack, his hands are placed in front of his abdomen, if you don’t look at the swaying Erlang’s legs, it would be quite standard. Resting posture.

The other people in the caravan walked sweating like rain. Only he was lying in the car, not feeling the bumps, and humming a self-composed little song: "Time arrow, Sun Moon Shuttle, Spring and Autumn, a few more rounds; love and hate, There are many rights and wrongs, and we can’t ask for birth, old age, sickness or death; young people fight for enthusiasm, travel for thousands of miles, stir a pool of calm and calm, and get struck by thunder..."

The more he sang, the more out-of-the-tune, and the content was absurd and unreasonable. For a while, everyone around laughed, but the manager was so worried: "What are you laughing at! Hurry up, and the city gate will be closed after a while," Are you going to feed wolves in this wilderness tonight?"

The curse made everyone shrink their necks, but Ye Fusheng still had a hippy smile: "It's in charge, there are no wild dogs around here, don't worry."

It's okay for him not to speak. This opening up made you angry: "Shut up, blind! It's all you gagging here! If you get into trouble, I will interrupt your other leg!"

Ye Fusheng heard the words, clutching his left leg with a sad face, and said quietly: "Then you should act lightly."

The steward was almost furious.

In the past few years, the world has not been peaceful, and there are more people who have travelled from the south to the north than the crucian carp who crossed the river, but after all, they are also poor people who have left their homes. In recent years, due to the rebellion of vassal kings and barbarians outside, the logistics of travellers have been severely restricted. However, in life, firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar tea are essential, and the government has slightly relaxed its suppression of private caravans. As a result, merchants and vendors all over the country sprung up like bamboo shoots after a rain.

The group of them came from the North. Just after a month-long battle, the exchange was temporarily closed. Some people who lost their homes in the war collected money and collected some leather, spices, etc. , Planning to take these things to sell Cuanben in southern towns, anyway, is a way to survive.

This dead pig is not afraid of boiling hot water, but the steward picked it up in Northland. That night they checked the goods, and then took a rest in an open space outside the city. Who would have thought that they would sleep until midnight, when a night watchman heard a few wolves howling not far away, and it sounded like someone was caught by a pack of wolves. Surrounded. The staff in charge had a bit of effort, so they took the weapons and rushed over while alerting everyone. It was half an hour after the trip, and when the manager came back, there was a **** person on his back.

The person in charge didn't say much, and everyone didn't ask, they just poured some medicinal soup every day, and it took three or five days to see this person wake up. He claims to be Ye Fusheng, he looks neat and beautiful, and his temperament is refreshing. Unfortunately, his eyes are not good, and the root of the disease has fallen on his right leg because of the injury. At first glance, it seems nothing. If you take a few more steps, it will be as painful as your heart.

Ye Fusheng is in his twenties and nineteen this year. He is at the age of strong physical strength. If this matter is placed on others, it will be difficult to solve the pain of his heart because of his throat and crying. However, this person's heart is wider than the world, not just fart. Nothing happened, and I was always amused in the caravan, and I was so angry that I was violent.

After being scolded by the steward, Ye Fusheng listened to the right ear with his left ear, squinted his eyes and looked at the sky for a while, and said arrogantly: "Hurry up, it's going to rain."

His eyes are also strange. The stronger the sun and the brighter the light, the darker it will be. Sometimes you can’t even see the outline. On the contrary, it will be much more normal after raining and nightfall on a cloudy day, even for children. It's not better than his ears and eyes.

The dark clouds in the sky are getting thicker and thicker, and I can't take care of many things. I greet everyone to get into the chariots and horses, hoping to get to the city as soon as possible. After the order was over, he took Ye Fusheng down again with a dark face, and threw the same roll of quilt into his carriage, and yelled: "The kid who has been plagued, put your legs tight, don't turn your head and catch the cold and cry to me. ."

The manager has always been venomous, and Ye Fusheng waved his hand to signal to kneel, then pulled up the quilt and wrapped himself into spring rolls. The carriage was driven so fast, he was so dizzy and dizzy, but he didn't want to vomit, he just closed his eyelids and started to sleep.

When he woke up again, the caravan had reached the gate of the city, but the gate had been closed. The heavy rain was pattering, and the manager couldn’t care about holding the umbrella. He nodded and talked to the officer. Ye Fusheng rubbed his swollen temples, his sight finally became clearer, and the word "Guyang" on the tower came into view. .

"Guyang City..." He muttered in a low voice, picked up an oil paper umbrella, and got out of the car despite the persuasion of others.

The rain was not small, the oil-paper umbrella was smashed, a cold wind blew, and the calf trembled. Ye Fusheng did not even wrinkle his brow, moved the umbrella to the head of the steward, and fucked. Familiar Mandarin speaks with the official chaplain: "Official man, why can't you enter the city before the unity?"

The official leader led his nostrils up to the sky, arrogantly refusing to speak, Ye Fusheng skillfully took out a purse from the steward's body and stuffed it over. He weighed the weight, and then replied in an angry manner: "The city is not peaceful recently, Shen Shisan You are not allowed to enter the city after this moment."

The steward said with a bitter face: "Guardian, you see that we have come from a long way, dragging our family, and this day is not beautiful, can it be convenient?"

The official staff said in a sullen manner: "Everyone has to be convenient, then this city gate is not in use? Walk around, come back tomorrow morning, don't get in the way with this."

While speaking, there was a sound of horse hoofs in the distance, and I saw a young girl dressed in a black cloak, riding a crimson pony galloping forward, dancing with a whip in her hand to hunt and hunt the wind. To: "Open the door!"

She had nothing to do with her horse. The caravan quickly gave her way, and the officials also raised their hands to signal the guards to open the door. Ye Fusheng squinted his eyes, and when he turned around, he quietly kicked a stone away. It was covered by the rain. Hit the front hoof of the horse.

The claret horse was suddenly in pain and roared up to the sky. The girl was caught off guard and was thrown out. Fortunately, she didn't respond badly. She supported her on the ground with one hand, and stood firm with a back flip.

The boss of the government officials who was still overbearing just now was so scared that his face was earthy, hurriedly greeted him and said with a smile: "Oh, this, this...Ms. Xue is okay?"

"Go away!" The girl surnamed Xue severely wiped the rain on her face. Fortunately, she didn't use pink and daikon on her face, otherwise she would not even be able to see the color at this moment. She whipped the foal twice, and the horse was startled and in pain, and turned violently on the spot, just not listening to tame.

She slammed the whip to the ground in a fit of anger, looked at the caravan, walked towards Ye Fusheng and raised her chin and said, "I want a horse, how much money are you willing to sell?"

The manager frowned, and Ye Fusheng answered, "You don't need silver, you have to go to the city either. It's okay to take the lady for a ride."

While speaking, he moved the umbrella over the girl's head, which could cover a little wind and rain. At this moment, the sky is dim, and the light behind the aqua-green paper umbrella is dim and gentle. Most of Ye Fusheng’s face is sunk in the shadow of the umbrella. Only a pair of peach blossom eyes are empty like fog, and the corners of his mouth are curved into delicate crescents, even if he is dressed in coarse linen. Even if it is not a beautiful crown, the beast-like romance is still sultry.

The girl seemed to be fifteen or sixteen years old. She tilted her head and blinked, her tone slowed down: "You want to enter the city? Where are you going?"

The manager secretly slapped a "little white face" with a humble expression on his face: "Back to this lady, we are all merchants from other places, so we only need to find an inn in the city to settle down."

The girl nodded, turning a blind eye to the embarrassment on the officer's leader's face, and said: "Okay, give me a horse, and I will take you in."

After saying that, she turned her head to pick up the horse, not wanting to be stopped by Ye Fusheng, but when she turned her head, she ran into a somewhat embarrassed face in the mirror.

Ye Fusheng held a small round mirror and smiled softly: "The wind is torrential and rainy, and the lady who wants to come will also be busy all the way. It's better to get in the carriage and rest for a while, although it is not very comfortable, it is considered neat."

The girl was taken aback, looked at him for a moment, then stretched out her hand to grab the round mirror, and the gang leader said, "I don’t open the door yet! I missed this lady, I want you to look good!"

The leader of the official ambassador, Wei Nuo, saw the young girl boarding the cowl, turning her head and pointing at Ye Fusheng and said: "You, drive the car for me."

Ye Fusheng nodded the corner of his eye with one hand under the umbrella, and smiled slightly: "It's an honor to be here."

The girl turned her head and got into the car. Ye Fusheng stuffed the umbrella into the steward's hand, then took off the hip flask around her waist and handed it to the officer leader. Both of them were dumbfounded.

The manager's face is complicated: "I said you...have you ever owed a debt of love?"

The officer leader was amazed: "Good means, I've taken it."

"People are floating in the rivers and lakes, who can not sneer." Ye Fusheng smiled humbly, and his scum-like aura became clear. "The official, can we go in now?"

The official leader has not yet recovered: "This Miss Xue is famous in our Guyang City. How many men who have been courteous have been slapped with a whip by her. Is it a crime today?"

Ye Fusheng continued to smile: "Because I stand stiffer than them from the back, and look handsome than them from the front. Even if I take my skin off, I have more meaning than them."

"...Don't say anything, come in!"

The official officer patted his thigh and turned around to send his subordinates. Ye Fusheng stopped him and said: "Official man, just now you said that the city is not peaceful these days, dare to ask what happened?"

The leader of the officials no longer sells Guanzi, and said: "Little brother, do you know about the "Breakwater Villa"?"

Ye Fusheng was in awe: "But that Broken Water Villa with the reputation of'the world's first sword'?"

The official ambassador lowered his voice: "It's the reputation of a few years ago."

Ye Fusheng narrowed his eyes: "Oh? How do you say?"

"Xie Wuyi, the owner of Broken Water Villa, has never fought martial arts for three years. On weekdays, the door does not go out and the door does not move. People say... he is abandoned."