Sealing Sword

On the desolate mountain road, weeds are overgrown, like lead clouds pressing down on the ground, making people breathless.

A small caravan is on its way, but unfortunately this road has been deserted for too long, few people pass by, the gravel almost knocks the wheels of the car, and ordinary people sitting on the car will surely have to vomit in a short time Seven meat and eight vegetables, worse than a pregnant woman.

So everyone put the supplies on the car one after another and walked slowly on two legs. Only a flatbed car full of sacks at the end of the line curled up like a hen.

Ye Fusheng was wearing a coarse cloth gown, his hair was tied into a loose ponytail with a straw rope, his head was resting on the corner of the sack, and his hands were placed in front of his belly. If you don't look at the ups and downs of Erlang's legs, it is quite a standard resting posture.

Others in the caravan were sweating profusely from walking, but he was the only one who lay on the car without feeling the jolt, and hummed a little song he composed himself: "Time flies, the sun and the moon fly by, and the spring and autumn have passed a few rounds; love and hatred, right and wrong, Birth, old age, sickness and death can't be desired; young people fight for spirit, travel thousands of miles with swords, disturb the calm of a pool, and get struck by lightning once..."

He sang more and more out of tune, and the content became absurd and unreasonable. For a while, everyone around laughed, but the manager was very worried: "What are you laughing at? Hurry up, the city gate will be closed in a while, tonight is Do you want to feed wolves in this wilderness?"

The scolding made everyone shrink their necks, only Ye Fusheng smiled playfully: "Boss, there aren't even any stray dogs around here, don't worry."

It's good that he didn't speak, but when he opened his mouth, the manager was furious: "Shut up, blind man! You're the one here to make jokes! If you cause trouble again, I'll break your other leg!"

Hearing this, Ye Fusheng covered his left leg with a sad expression on his face, and said quietly: "Then you should be gentle."

The steward almost fell backwards in anger.

In the past few years, the world has not been peaceful, and there are as many people as crucian carp crossing the river, but in the final analysis, they are all poor people who have left their homes.In recent years, due to the rebellion of feudal lords at home and the eyeing barbarians from outside, the logistics of customer relocation have been strictly restricted. However, daily necessities are indispensable in life, so the government has slightly relaxed the suppression of private caravans. As a result, large and small businesses and peddlers have sprung up like mushrooms after rain.

The group of them came from the north, where the battle that lasted more than a month had just ended, and the market was temporarily closed, so some people who lost their homes in the war raised money, collected some leather, spices and other items, and planned to bring Taking these things to the southern towns to sell the savings, at least it is a way of life.

This bastard, who is not afraid of boiling water, was picked up by the manager in the north.That night they counted their goods and rested in an open space outside the city. Who would have thought that they would sleep until midnight, when a night watchman heard a few howling wolves not far away, as if someone had been killed by a pack of wolves Surrounded.The subordinates in charge had a bit of effort, so they ordered everyone to light up the fire and rushed over with weapons.This trip lasted more than half an hour, and when the manager came back, there was a bloody person on his back.

The person in charge didn't talk much, and the people didn't ask any questions. They just poured some medicinal soup in different ways every day, and it took three or five days until the man woke up.He calls himself Ye Fusheng, he looks neat and good-looking, and has a cheerful temperament, but unfortunately his eyesight is not good, and his right leg has suffered from an injury.

Ye Fusheng is in his twenties this year, and he is at the age of being strong and strong. If this matter is placed on someone else, I am afraid that it will be difficult to relieve the pain in his heart, but this person's heart is wider than the world, not only is there nothing wrong with it , and often made the caravan fly like dogs and dogs, and the manager was almost violent with anger.

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

His eyes are also strange, the more intense the sun and the brighter the light, the more chaotic and black they become, and sometimes they can't even see the outline clearly, but they are much more normal when it rains on cloudy days and after nightfall, even a child can't compare He has eyes and ears.

The dark clouds in the sky were getting thicker and thicker, and the manager didn't care too much. He greeted everyone to get on the horses and horses, hoping to rush to the city as soon as possible.After finishing the order, he took Ye Fusheng off again with a dark face, threw a roll of quilt into his carriage, and spat: "Boy who suffers from the plague, cover your legs tightly, don't turn around and cry with me again when you catch the cold." .”

The manager has always been soft-spoken and soft-hearted, Ye Fusheng waved his hands to signal to kneel down, then pulled up the quilt and wrapped himself into spring rolls.The carriage was driven so fast that he was jolted dizzy, but he didn't want to vomit, and he started to catch up on sleep as soon as his eyelids closed.

When he woke up again, the caravan had already reached the gate of the city, but the gate was closed.It was raining heavily, and the manager didn't bother to hold an umbrella, and was nodding and bowing his head to talk to the official. Ye Fusheng rubbed his swollen temples, and finally his vision became clearer, and the word "Guyang" on the tower came into view. .

"Guyang City..." He whispered, picked up an oil-paper umbrella, and got out of the car regardless of the persuasion of others.

The rain was heavy, the oil-paper umbrella was rattling, a gust of cold wind blew in, and the calves shivered. Ye Fusheng didn't even frown, and moved the umbrella to the head of the steward, speaking in a familiar mandarin Talk to the official: "Master, why can't you enter the city before you time?"

The officer's leader had his nostrils upturned, arrogant and refused to speak. Ye Fusheng skillfully took out a pouch from the steward and stuffed it in. Enter the city."

The person in charge said with a bitter face: "Master, you see that we have come from a long way, dragging our families with us, and it's not beautiful these days, can you make it easier?"

The officer said angrily, "Everyone needs to be convenient, so this city gate is useless? Let's go, come back tomorrow morning, don't get in the way here."

While talking, there was a sound of horseshoes in the distance. I saw a young girl in a black cloak galloping forward on a bay red colt. The whip in her hand was dancing wildly. Before anyone arrived, the voice came first: " open the door!"

She galloped without a trace, the caravan quickly gave way to her, 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. Covered by the rain curtain, he hit the ground hard On the horse's front hooves.

The bay red pony was in pain immediately, and roared up to the sky. The girl was caught off guard and was thrown flying out. Fortunately, she reacted well. She supported herself on the ground with one hand, and managed to stabilize her figure with a backflip.

The head of the official station, who was still aggressive just now, was so frightened that his face turned ashen. He rushed forward to apologize and said with a smile: "Oh, this, this... is Miss Xue okay?"

"Go away!" The girl surnamed Xue wiped the rainwater from her face vigorously. Fortunately, she did not wear makeup on her plain face, otherwise she might not even be able to see half of the color at this moment.She swiped the horse twice with the whip. The horse was frightened and hurt, and turned violently on the spot, but refused to be tamed.

Angrily, she slammed the whip on the ground, looked at the caravan, walked towards Ye Fusheng and the two, raised her chin and said: "I want a horse, how much money are you willing to sell?"

The steward frowned, and Ye Fusheng answered, "You don't need to pay any money, you also have to go to the city, so it's okay to take Miss for a ride."

While speaking, he moved the umbrella over the girl's head, barely covering the wind and rain.At this moment, the sky is dim, and the light passing through the water-green paper umbrella is dim and gentle. Ye Fusheng's face is mostly sunk in the shadow of the umbrella, only a pair of peach blossom eyes are as empty as mist, and the corners of his mouth are bent into delicate crescent moons. Not to be considered a splendid dress, but the beast-like romance is still tantalizing.

The girl looked to be fifteen or sixteen years old, she tilted her head and blinked her eyes, her tone slowed down a bit: "Are you going to the city too? Where are you going?"

The manager secretly spat on the "little boy", with a humble expression on his face: "My lady, we are all merchants from other places, so we just need to find an inn in the city first."

The girl nodded, turning a blind eye to the embarrassment on the leader's face, and said: "Okay, you 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, and when she turned her head, she saw a somewhat embarrassed face in the mirror.

Ye Fusheng held a small round mirror in his hand, and smiled softly: "It's windy and rainy, I think Miss is also busy all the way, why don't you take a rest in the carriage, although it's not very comfortable, it can be considered tidy anyway."

The girl was stunned, looked at him for a moment, then stretched out her hand to grab the round mirror, and said to the chief officer, "Don't open the door yet! Missed my business, I want you to look good!"

The leader of the official messenger was obedient, and seeing the girl boarded the carriage, he turned his head and pointed at Ye Fusheng and said, "You, drive the carriage for me."

Ye Fusheng nodded his eyes with one hand under the umbrella, and smiled slightly: "It's my honor."

The girl turned her head and got into the car, Ye Fusheng stuffed the umbrella into the steward's hand, and untied the hip flask from his waist and handed it to the chief of the official post, the two of them were dumbfounded in contrast to each other.

The manager's face was complicated: "I said you... have you ever considered how much you owe?"

The leader of the official mission was amazed: "It's a good method, I'm convinced."

"People are floating in the rivers and lakes, who can not flirt with flirting." Ye Fusheng smiled humbly, showing every trace of gentle scum, "My lord, can we go in now?"

The leader of the official dispatch has not yet come to his senses: "This Ms. Xue is famous for being savage in our ancient Yang City. She has whipped many courteous men. Could it be that she has gone against evil today?"

Ye Fusheng continued to smile: "Because I look more heroic than them from the back, and I am more handsome than them from the front. Even if I peel off my skin, I still have more connotations than them."

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

The leader of the official guard slapped his thigh, turned around and was about to dispatch his subordinates, Ye Fusheng stopped him and said: "Master, just now you said that the city is not peaceful recently, what happened?"

The leader of the official post didn't hold back any more, he said, "Little brother, do you know 'Broken Water Villa'?"

Ye Fusheng was in awe: "But that Duanshui Villa, which has the reputation of 'the best knife in the world'?"

The leader of the official post lowered his voice: "It's all a few years ago."

Ye Fusheng narrowed his eyes: "Oh? How should I say it?"

"The owner of Broken Water Villa, Xie Wuyi, hasn't fought martial arts for three years. He usually doesn't leave the gate without leaving the gate. People say...he's useless."