Great Wei Nengchen

Thinking of this, Mr. Zimu looked up to the sky and laughed proudly, the feeling of the wisdom pearl in his hand was extraordinarily intoxicating, "The order goes on: all the pavilions will be decorated with lights and festoons, and there will be a banquet tonight, and all the stewards, guests, and guards will be rewarded. All the servants in the pavilion will reward two catties of meat, one catty of wine, and five strings of money."

"No! Thank you, Young Master, for your generous reward!" All the retainers, guards, and servants around bowed down and thanked him.

Mr. Zimu's move is not only to reward his subordinates, but also to show off his wisdom; the ancients said: "If you are rich and honored, it is like walking at night in brocade clothes. Who knows?" He has never been low-key, Mr. Zimu. style.

That night, the entire Panlong Pavilion was hung with red lights. Both sides of the hall were filled with tallow candles as thick as arms. Dazzling sparks flickered from time to time, making the hall as bright as day. In the middle of the hall, more than a dozen beautiful singers were standing in the hall. Dancing gracefully, her slender waist and pale skin attracted the attention of countless men, all kinds of delicacies from mountains and seas were brought up like flowing water, and countless Zhuang Ding and diners surrounded Mr. Zimu and expressed their hospitality...

"Young master is unparalleled in intelligence, I can't wait to flatter a horse...

The son is both civil and military, and he will become a great weapon in the future...

I will congratulate you for the son, for the Panlong Pavilion, and for the Gongsun family..."

Hearing countless flattering words in his ears, filling his glass with fine wine, looking at the graceful dancer in front of him under the dim light, imagining the glorious days in the future, Mr. Zimu was finally completely intoxicated.

"Youth is successful, the spring breeze is proud, the beauty is in the arms, the wine is in the cup, who can not be drunk..."

At midnight, when the entire Panlong Pavilion was in a carnival, thirty miles away, at Longshoupo in the upper reaches of the slow water flow, after a day and night of rush work, a huge chain of boats had been built, dozens of large and small Different fishing boats have been assembled and tightly fixed together with ropes, covered with wide planks. In the turbulent water, the iron rope boats are as stable as flat ground.

The Zuo Xian Wang Liu Bao was usually very strict in his army, but this time he was even more cautious in his surprise attack. Thousands of Xiongnu soldiers by the river lined up with small wooden sticks, and even the horseshoes were wrapped in small pieces of sheepskin.The whole team just waited silently, like a group of prairie wolves ready to go hunting at any time, fierce and cunning, but also patient enough...

The Panlong River is still flowing quietly as usual. In the grass on the bank of the river, a large number of grass insects are chirping happily. When they approach the earth, it is the day when they die; summer insects are indescribable, but how much stronger can human beings be than insects?At this time, the Panlong Pavilion in the lower reaches is full of prosperity, like a red ripe fruit, waiting for people to pick it.

The night was dark, and the bright moon was covered by dark clouds. It was time to attack. Following Zuo Xianwang Liu Bao's order, all the Xiongnu soldiers began to board the boat one after another. Under the careful control of the crew, the fleet slowly sailed towards the south bank...

Due to geographical location, the north gate of Panlongting facing the river is high and deep, fortified, and guarded by heavy soldiers. On the contrary, due to the needs of trade, the south gate is not only flat, but also guarded very loosely. Rewarding all the subordinates tonight, only a few guards on duty at night were also drunk and completely relaxed their vigilance, so when the Xiongnu soldiers successfully landed on the south bank and groped carefully all the way to the south gate, there was no one inside. aware……

The surging water of the Panlong River and the strong castle gave them too much sense of security, but they forgot that in this world, there are no mountains that cannot be climbed, no rivers that cannot be crossed, and there is no line of defense that cannot be broken!

The night watchman on the city wall was quickly shot to death by the Xiongnu archers. Several strong warriors climbed up along the ropes that were put on the parapet. Without anyone knowing, the gate of Panlong Pavilion was quietly opened. Facing such a wealthy town, more than a thousand Xiongnu soldiers rushed in like hungry wolves rushing into a flock of sheep, holding scimitars, staring red eyes, screaming frantically...

Soon there were sounds of fighting, screams, and screams in the originally silent Panlong Pavilion..., the flames flickered, thick smoke rose rapidly, countless buildings were burned by the fire, and countless blood flowed on the ground , How similar to the experience of the "Crouching Tiger Pavilion" before, a causal cycle, but yesterday's spectators have become today's protagonists.

The smug Mr. Zimu got drunk amidst the sound of flattery, and after drinking, he was in high spirits and had an affair with two concubines. The sweetest dream, knowing nothing about what happened outside...

As the flames rose into the sky outside, there was a loud "Dang!", the door of the bedroom was kicked open from the outside forcefully, and the disheveled 'Large Intestine Butler' rushed in from the outside like crazy, Without time to speak, he lifted the mandarin duck brocade quilt, ignoring the two concubines who were screaming loudly during the leak, forcibly pulled up Mr. Zimu, who was still asleep, and pulled out the "Pojun" sword hanging above the bed Just run outside...

"Young master, hurry up, the Huns suddenly rushed in from the south gate, and all the places in the village were lost..." the butler Dachang yelled while vigorously shaking Zimu who was still in a semi-comatose state.

It is undeniable that no matter how bad a person is, there is always a shining side of humanity!Although the 'Big Intestine Steward' usually bullies men and women, and does all kinds of evil, he has sores on his head and pus on his feet, but at this time, he is like a vicious dog loyal to his master, with a ferocious face and a short knife in his hand, desperately rushing out ...

The silhouettes of the looting Huns flashing around, these prairie wolves were lured by me with iron tools and fine wine. Now countless houses have been burned down, my century-old savings have been looted, and my concubines have been killed by the Huns. Carrying it on his shoulders like cargo... Looking at everything in front of him, Mr. Zimu, who had already woken up, was completely dumbfounded. "Watching the fire from the other side" turned into "burning himself", his proud heart was trampled to pieces, and all the schemes , all fantasies collapsed in the raging fire; like a walking dead being dragged away by the 'intestine steward', everything was like a nightmare, but the dream was too real,...

In the inner house of Gongsun's family, those rooms are always filled with strong smell of soup and medicine. At this time, Mr. Zimu's father, the old master of Gongsun's family, is very indifferent. He is always bedridden on weekdays. He sat up in a rare state of energy. When he heard the news of the destruction of the 'Crouching Tiger Pavilion' yesterday, he already had a bad feeling. The family's ancestral motto that has been passed down for hundreds of years came to mind from time to time. :

Coiling dragon and crouching tiger have the same root and same origin;

Yin and Yang help each other, share weal and woe;

Immortal seal, purple wood god pile;

The flames burned the city, and the evil dragon was born!

Knowing a son is like a father, his son is talented and intelligent, but narrow-minded, treacherous, and loves to take risks. Since the day he handed over the family business to his son, he has expected that this day will come sooner or later; looking outside the house The flames soared into the sky, and hearing all kinds of panicked cries in the village, there was only a long sigh of helplessness: "A clever and exposed son will not protect his family!"

At the same time, on the north bank of the Panlong River, in the Huns' barracks, Taoist priest 'Wushouzi' was sitting patiently in the big tent, reciting the Qingxin Mantra over and over again; until he saw the monstrous fire rising from the south bank, A satisfied smile finally appeared on the slightly dark face, and the two deep dimples were extremely obvious...

Habitually rubbing his nose, he got up and took off the Hunyuan gossip Taoist robe outside, revealing a pure black tights inside. His eight-foot-tall body became more vigorous, and easily twisted the necks of several Xiongnu guards at the door. And after leaving a long coil of incense beside the haystack at the back of the camp, Taoist priest Wuchouzi quietly walked out of the camp...

Immediately, a loud whistle sounded, and a group of black shadows rushed quickly from the distant night, as fast as thunder and lightning, and when they came to 'Wushouzi', they stuck their heads into his arms and rubbed them affectionately. Hearing that, it was the horse of Moyan from thousands of miles away --'Cabbage'; getting on his horse, Xiao Yi galloped towards the upper reaches of the Panlong River, where there was still a big meal waiting for him...

55. Chapter 55 The Birth of the Nielong

One night of looting, one night of fire, when the sky was dim, the Xiongnu soldiers who returned with a full load began to retreat, with money and food on the carts, and women on the back of the horses. The Panlong Pavilion visited by them was like locusts passing through, and the food was extremely clean. , a large number of wooden buildings are still burning, and the blood of countless townspeople has become its funeral objects...

In a wasteland by the Panlong River, two men with bloodstained faces were fleeing in a panic. It was Mr. Zimu and his housekeeper "Zhu Dachang". In the chaos last night, the two relied on the familiar road, and together with the team All the Xiongnu soldiers were busy looting property, and relying on the sharpness of the sword in their hands, they killed several people in a row, and then escaped by luck.

Mr. Zimu was only wearing a brocade robe full of burnt holes and dirt, and he had lost the trace of his suave and suave appearance in the past. He was completely different from the complacent appearance at the banquet last night; , wealth, wives, concubines, servants, everything disappeared overnight..., and the steward of Dachang on the side held the "Pojun" dagger in his hand, guarding loyally, and looking around from time to time, for fear of the Huns. The Rangers came after them.

At this moment, 'Mr. Zimu' is like a lost dog. He never wants to understand how those Xiongnu soldiers who were born on the prairie crossed the 'Panlong River' with fast-moving water and dense reefs, and easily defeated him. It is a fortress that has never been lost for a hundred years...

With all the doubts in mind, the two continued to flee to the depths of the wilderness and dense forest. Now they only had one thought, and they ran far away. When we were on a high slope, through the dense jungle, we happened to see the Huns returning with their loads boarding the black cable boats docked on the river bank one after another, and the mystery was revealed.

"So it is! So it is!..."

Mr. Zimu, who was already looking crazy, kept saying these words, while beating a piece of thorny thorns with his hands, until the blood flowed all over his arms. Now only physical pain can make him feel better. He calmed down and regained his usual rationality. At the same time, another question appeared in his mind, "Who came up with the wonderful idea of ​​crossing the river with a chain boat, the Huns? Absolutely impossible! Those barbarians who grew up on horseback couldn't think of it at all." These, who else can there be? ... Who else?"

In the hundreds of miles around the Panlong River, only two smart people could come up with such a plan, "One is him, Mr. Zimu, and the other... a boy in black, with a smile, dimples, and eyes like black holes!  …

"Wushouzi-Xiao Yi!"

"You and I are irreconcilable!" Young Master Zimu who had figured all this out roared to the sky, his usually pink face became distorted and terrifying at this moment, as if he was about to transform into a mad dog that would choose and devour people...

"My lord! The Panlong Pavilion has been destroyed, and we have to think long-term if we want to take revenge. Where should we go now?" Butler Dachang was able to retain some clarity at this time.

Staring at the crouching tiger mountain on the other side of the river, Mr. Zimu had an intuition that the old enemy in his life was there, but now he has no countermeasures. Facing the question from his confidant butler, he calmed down and said after a little thought : "It doesn't matter, when I was studying abroad, the later general Yuan Shu-Yuan Gonglu met me, the fourth generation and third son of the Yuan family, and many old officials; we went to seek refuge, shelter for the time being, and make a comeback in the future..."

"Xiao Yi! Wait, I'll be back!..." Within a few shakes, the pair of master and servant in a state of embarrassment disappeared into the vast wilderness, and began their long wandering journey...

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On a high slope in the upper reaches of the Panlong River, the four of Xiao Yi were standing here watching, watching the bustling Panlong Pavilion turn into ashes bit by bit in the raging flames, watching countless lives turn into green smoke, blowing away with the wind. drift……

The withering of life will always make people feel sad. Ma Liu, who watched here for half the night, finally couldn't help but said: "There are still many innocent people in the Panlong Pavilion..."

"No one in this world is absolutely innocent!" Turning to look at his companion, Xiao Yi squinted his blood-red eyes and continued with a cold voice that seemed to come from hell: "Now it's time for those Huns to pay their blood debt! Is everything ready?"

The cold voice made the people around him feel a sense of fear from the depths of their souls. Now Xiao Yi made them both familiar and unfamiliar. If there are two people, one black and one white, one good and one evil, it's like two extremely opposite sides but fused together.

Seeing that Ma Liu was suppressed by the cold voice, Zhang Ji, the cobbler beside him, replied for him: "The ten rafts are all ready, covered with straw, and poured the strongest Wushou wine." !"

"Well done! When they are in the center of the boat, light it up immediately, and burn him to pieces!" Out of habit, Xiao Yi stretched out his hand and touched his nose, which Xiao Yi has done a lot lately.

Downstream, the Hun soldiers who returned with a full load began to board the ship. They were different from the cautious appearance when they came. Now they are all happy, and many of them are singing loudly and singing songs when they return from hunting on the grassland. Carrying countless belongings, beautiful women on their shoulders, and even their arms full of looted jewelry, this harvest is more than the sum of what they looted in the previous half a month. Wealth opened the eyes of the Xiongnu soldiers in these bitter and cold places, and at the same time stimulated their ambitions. Many people dreamed that in the coming autumn, they would go to the farther Han lands and rob more property...

The weight of countless goods and women made the waterline of the huge cable ship much deeper, which also made the movement slower and heavier; and this slowness will soon become their death talisman!

Zuo Xianwang Liu Bao is sitting at the forefront of the cable boat at this time, feeling particularly proud under the autumn wind blowing Buddha!The harvest this time even surpassed his expectation, the richness of the Han land really deserves its reputation!

With these properties, his tribe can spend the cold winter with peace of mind. Next year he will have more cattle, sheep, horses, pastures, and more warriors will join him.As the power grows stronger, the most noble throne on the grassland is getting closer to him, but now there is someone sitting on it...

"It doesn't matter! What is recognized on the grassland is the law of wolves. As long as the fist is hard enough, everything can be obtained. The greatest Modun Shanyu in the history of the Huns also killed his father and seized the throne..." And I, Liu Bao, will become the Motun is the same... no, it is a greater Chanyu than Motun! "

Just as he was imagining himself ascending the throne of Shan Yu, under his golden wolf-headed banner, countless tribal chiefs bowed their heads and knelt down, praising his greatness with the most humble demeanor, the guard behind him suddenly stretched out his finger and said: "Zuo Xian Look, my lord, there are a few rafts floating down from the upper reaches."

Looking up, sure enough, in the upper reaches of the Panlong River, following the rapid current, several rafts piled up with straw quickly drifted down, and the straw was still burning with a light blue flame... and they burned the Panlong Pavilion The same flame as ever!

The flames are not important, the important thing is that the flames rushed towards their chain ship with the raft...