The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 299: The Overlord of Western Chu (Part 1)

Jufeng Town, south of Gyeonggi, Yang, is a hub of a vertical canal. It was originally a remote village that no one cares about. In just 20 years, it has become a prosperous town with a large scale. Lost to Jiangnan famous town. [Full text reading]

There is a Confucian scholar in a green shirt carrying a small suitcase into the town of Jufeng, which is not conspicuous in the mixed town. Now Jufeng Town has a corresponding saying: Now those who return to the north are woes, and those who go to the south are Jin Guihan. Because the horseshoe bursts have been heard frequently near Jufeng Town recently, and there have been contingents of cavalry rushing south to assist Guangling Road. It is said that the overall situation will be determined. The big and bright people in the court, especially the big men in the army, have resorted to feeding milk. Enthusiasm sent the descendants into the army of the south, the most exaggerated is that a certain veteran who is one of the sea gods on the border of the two liao borders, let the eldest grandson get a good official body of a real captain on the border of the east of liaoning, and soon he was scorched. He drove his grandson out of the frontier army and threw it to the Guangling Road battlefield. It is said that after he changed his body, he became the military aide of the Nanzheng coach Lu Shengxiang. Naturally, he has a bright future.

This scholar did not look for a resting inn, but went straight to the famous book market in Jufeng Town. A three-hundred-step street is lined with large and small bookstores and bookshops. Although the history of Jufeng Town is full of money However, in the past two decades, many shops have dared to play the signs of a century-old brand, but most book buyers laugh at it and don't bother to care about it. Confucian scholars did not choose those bookstores that provoked golden signs. Instead, they stepped into a narrow and dark bookstore in the second half of the street. Although the sparrows were small and well-equipped, the father and son of this bookstore both carved and sold books. Compilation of books, you can’t get any rare copies for sale, and you’ll never find the kind of tome masterpieces that cannot be engraved by the imperial court, but you have to choose carefully, and occasionally there will be several similar to the Western Chu Nanjian editions or Fan's block-printed version, if you can't get into the Dharma Eye, it's purely a matter of personal preference.

Seeing this Confucian scholar cross the threshold, the middle-aged shopkeeper who was entertaining a group of young customers smiled, and quickly put down the business on hand, and quickly stepped forward to greet him. The Confucian in front of him is the old customer of their shop. , Not many times, not many books, but for more than ten years, I patronize almost every two years. The most important thing is to have a good chat with his father, so that the father who rarely drinks alcohol always makes exceptions before his death. , I had to take the Confucian scholar and sit down for a drink, saying that it was a drink, and I could drink a small two kilograms of wine while drinking.

The Confucian smiled and asked Old Brother Chu. Last time he was talking about the painted version of "Grass Under the Lamp" that he couldn't find, and I brought him it. The middle-aged shopkeeper said frankly that Mr. Cao, my father left last year. Confucian froze for a moment, a bit sentimental, but he still took out the book from his luggage. The middle-aged man smiled and said that he would leave. My father was seventy-one when he left. The old man often laughed and talked about life before he left. Seventy years ago, it was rare, and it was earned in this life. Mr. Cao, my father has no illnesses and no disasters. He slept and left. We are sons, and we shouldn’t be too worried. But before my father left, he often talked about his husband, saying that if he could have a small drink with him before he died, then his life would be considered perfect. The Confucian surnamed Cao apologized and said that he had the opportunity to come here last year. It was just that he was in a hurry and found it inconvenient. He had known this before, so he should come no matter what. You accept this book, and when you turn around to toast Old Brother Chu to the grave, you burned it.

The middle-aged shopkeeper smiled and joked that Mr. Cao, then I won't give you any money.

The scholar hurriedly smiled and waved his hands. After all these years of drinking so many drinks for nothing, how embarrassed to collect money from you. By the way, if I remember correctly, the child of your family Yuqiao should also give the ceremony, right?

Middle-aged people seem to get angry when they talk about that bastard, and helplessly say not to mention that **** stuff, Mr. Cao, don’t you know, our family is not a heir to poetry, nor is it a scholarly family, but Isn't it someone who deals with sages every day? I didn’t think that the younger the kid would be persuaded as he grew up, he was just like his thin bamboo stick figure, and he wanted to join the army. Not long ago, he followed a few good peers in the town and ran to the county town and said that there was a back door that could be cleared. , If you are lucky, you can go to the south to fight, but he came back unhappy. I didn’t say anything. I just got up and ran to the side of the canal every day when the **** crowed. I know there is nothing in the world that is more comfortable than living in peace. Mr. Cao, that kid is getting older. It doesn’t work for me to speak as a father, but he has listened to you since he was a child. Screw him back, I will give my husband a set of "Dongxue Luopingji" of the Chongwenguan version of the Western Chu, which is a good thing my dad is reluctant to take away, and he told me to keep it as a heirloom. Passed on from generation to generation.

Without waiting for what the Confucian surnamed Cao said, the middle-aged shopkeeper didn't even care about business, and ran to the street to find his bigger and more worrying son.

Five or six young men and women in the small shop chatted boredly, and nowadays, it is hotly discussed, and it is natural that the war in Guangling, which has begun to be one-sided, is the first choice. These wealthy children with a capital accent are worthy of being people who live at the feet of the emperor, and they sway between words. Although their voices are not loud, they are very loud and loud when they listen to them. After reviewing the military merits and skills of the leading generals of the imperial court, he also drank the Xichu gang of civil and military officials, and soon talked about the true backbone of the restoration of the Western Chu, Cao Changqing. As a result, the two sides opposed each other, and one side said that Cao Changqing was just martial arts. The cultivation base and the Go game are outstanding, and it is not enough to see Jiangshan as the ending ability of the chessboard. The other party retorted that Cao Changqing was a clever woman who could hardly cook without rice, and that losing in Western Chu was not a good time and place. It was by no means that the big official chess was weak. The dispute was constant. Both parties were close friends and couldn't fight, so in the end, the topic was changed to the queen of the former Xichu Dynasty inexplicably. The two young women said that she was a bit pitiful. Forget it, after the collapse of the West Chu, there were rumors in the old capital that it was the woman who broke the luck of the Da Chu, otherwise the original fate of the West Chu would still have one hundred and sixty years to survive. Soon another young man smiled and said, why is the saying that "ten sheep and nine are not complete" is so popular today, isn't it because Queen Xichu is a sheep?

The Confucian scholar in Tsing Yi with double temples not far away was silent.

A young brother who kept playing with a small bronze seal, said with a soft smile: "Not to mention that Cao Changqing is really hard to be known under his fame. Then the king of Beiliang really made a big move, and the court has clearly relaxed. Guangling Caoyun led 10,000 cavalry troops south to Guangling Road, under the banner of Jing Nan's rebellion, but who didn't know that it was actually to relieve some of the remnants of Western Chu, but the Northern Liang was domineering, and our court did indeed. Nothing. After all, they control the northwest portal, known as 300,000 cavalry. My father had a total of 300,000 cavalry in the Ministry of War. It is estimated that the cavalry should be around 120,000 to 30,000. Alas, we are really embarrassed, if not. There is a Beimang, their Beiliang Xu family should have surrendered their military power a long time ago."

The scholar put down an ancient yellowed book, smiled and said: "Otherwise, I would be afraid of the word'if' when I say things in the world."

The group of people have actually seen this qingshan literati long ago. He has a good manner. Although he does not look like an official, most of Liyang Chaoye treats scholars more politely, and most of the world’s hermits and Yishi are such high standards and outstanding. The appearance of these well-known young people comes from the family of officials and eunuchs in Beijing, and they will naturally not face each other.

The scholar smiled and asked: "I have always been curious, why did the young Northwest prince fight the border to death, can you help me explain?"

A young man with a crooked melon and cracked date said with a loud voice: "He Xu Fengnian is not a master of Wuping, since no one will die if he is dead, Xu Fengnian, why not bring the Northern Liang cavalry to fight? No, it’s nothing more than running away. If you win, you’ll be famous and famous in history. If it’s me, I’ll fight Beimang the same way, and beat Beimang to death!"

The scholar asked again: "Then why didn't he join forces with Beimang, 300,000 Beiliang Border Army, plus one million Beimang army, and go south to the Central Plains together. Isn’t he more likely to win than defeating Beimang? ?"

The young man froze for a moment, and said confidently: "It must be Xu who dare not seek skin with tigers. The Northern Mang savages are bloodthirsty by nature, and they will definitely use the Northern Liang Cavalry as the vanguard. There are no more than tens of thousands of horses left, isn't the old woman from Beimang going to cross the river and demolish the bridge?

In the end, not only did the surname Xu fail to take advantage of the profit, but the head was cut off, and the surname Xu was not a fool. How could he do this kind of loss-making business? What does the husband think? "

The scholar nodded and smiled: "This principle makes sense."

Then he seemed to think of something, the Confucianist waved his hand and said: "I can't afford to be a husband, and I have never been an official in Liyang. My surname is Cao. You might as well call me Old Cao."

The handsome young man playing with the bronze seal asked tentatively: "Listen to the accent, Mr. Cao...oh no, old Cao, are you from Guangling Road?"

The scholar nodded and laughed at himself: "That's why I'm not an official."

Everyone was relieved, and naturally felt that this person was not able to be a high official in the Liyang court because he was born in the Guangling Taoist court. He probably had some knowledge and literary spirit, and he did not want to be a small official in the Liyang court. This is only two people. Not to fall, just become a poor scholar who travels all year round.

The Confucian scholar who was covered in wind and dust suddenly looked south, and then seemed to have the intention to leave. He turned his head and said gently to the group of young men and women: "Originally, I also had an'if' I wanted to talk to you Listen, it’s just that something needs to be done first. I’m afraid I won’t be able to wait for the owner of this shop. Please help me out."

There was a woman Jiao Didi who said, "I said'if', it will not be too late to leave."

The Confucian scholar who is frosty and white but has a unique romantic smile shook his head and said: "There is something that can't be delayed."

After speaking, the scholar walked out of the bookstore and walked out of the town along the small street.

He went northward, deliberately restraining his breath, so he didn't walk fast, because there are some old friends like Jufeng Town Bookstore who want to see him, fearing that they will be harmed by the fish after their death~IndoMTL.com~世事Afraid of what happens, the world is afraid of what happens.

So his "if" is destined to no one in this world to know.

If at the stage of his officialdom, he would personally lead the resurrection of the West Chu Kingdom to the north, while Gu Jiantang’s Liyang and Liao frontier troops headed south to Tai'an City, while Wang Sui resisted Beimang’s horseshoe and took the opportunity to go south, Xu Fengnian’s thirty Wanbeiliang Tieqi chose to stand still because of a woman surnamed Jiang. In addition, Chen Zhibao led the Shu army to Guangling Road, and only needed to involve Wu Chongxuan and Xu Gong, and there was no need to even deliberately intercept the army of Yanchi King Zhao Bing's army to assist Tai'an City, because it was too late.

So is the world still surnamed Zhao?

He doesn't think so.

He Cao Changqing doesn't think so!

The man slowly walked out of Jufeng Town, took out his bag and took out two chess boxes.

Let me, Cao Changqing, play the final game for you.

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