Peach and plum spring breeze and a glass of wine

The weather was nice and sunny.

At the canal wharf on the outskirts of the city outside Shangdongmen, the capital of Luoyang, hundreds of people from the West Factory stood upright holding dragon flags and holding swords on their waists, blocking the entire wharf.

Cao Ying, the second stall owner of the West Factory, walked back and forth in the dock anxiously, constantly yelling and cursing at the West Factory fans who were standing guard.

Well, well, well, you, please straighten your back for the Za family. If anyone is embarrassed in front of others, watch his skin carefully!

You, you, you... As for you, why are your legs shaking? Are you tired? Do you want the Zajia to help you carry it?

Are you very hot? Do you want Zajia to invite you to go into the river and cool down?

The Xichang fans, who were already extremely nervous, became even more nervous after he sprayed them indiscriminately. The hands holding the flag and holding the knife were all wet with sweat, but they didn't dare to Moving around...

Wei Heng stood at the front of the approach bridge with his hands behind his hands. He was relatively calm, but he kept looking up at the sun.

Lord Lord!

After Cao Ying made a big circle, he bowed back to Wei Heng's side, touched the sweat on his forehead and complained softly: Why don't we go to Beizhen Fusi again, even if we can't get Shen out? Fanasi, at least you should find a few colleagues and ministers to come out and get beaten together. Why should we, the men, take the blame for the disaster caused by his embroidery guards...

Listening to this idiot's muttering, Wei Heng's fist almost became hard.

Beaten?

Do you think you are a human being and are qualified to be beaten by that little bastard?

That little bastard Shen Fa will be beaten if he comes, and others will die if they come!

Whether they die or not is a small matter!

It would be a big deal if blood splattered on our men...

Although Cao Ying was not very smart, he still had good eyesight. He noticed that his governor's fist had become hard, so he shut his mouth very wisely.

Report...

At the right time, a flying horse raised a cloud of smoke and dust to the east. The knight rushed into the dock, dismounted, knelt down on one knee and said, Report to the governor, Yang Erlang's ship has arrived, less than ten miles away.

Ten miles?

Wei Heng could no longer remain calm, and waved his hand and said: Go, pull all the trackers over, and welcome the little... Mr. Yang to the capital!

After a pause, he stepped forward and knocked the hat of the messenger who was kneeling on the ground with a slap, and shouted loudly: You bastard, you can call Yang Erlang? You call me Master Yang!

The ordering soldier hurriedly held up his hat, lowered his head in panic and said: This is a humble position and I know I'm wrong!

Behind him, Cao Ying was already like an ant on a hot pot, hurriedly delivering orders...

Not long after, all the Xichang fans saw a huge fleet, slowly approaching with gloomy and sunken sails like dark clouds. The heavy and oppressive feeling that hit their faces made all the Xichang fans secretly swallow a few words. Spit.

Wei Heng paced back and forth on the approach bridge with his hands behind his back, his old face changing and practicing a smile.

After walking around for several times, he suddenly looked at Cao Ying not far away with a tigerish face: Why are your legs shaking?

Cao Ying said Ah inexplicably, and was about to reply that she was not shaking, but when she lowered her head, she found that her right leg was shaking like a willow.

He couldn't help but hang his head, sweating like rain: This, a humble position...

Wei Heng: Humph!

He turned around, looked at the fleet of ships approaching slowly, and took a deep breath.

Not long after, the huge fleet slowly docked, and Wei Heng turned his head and raised his hands to all the people from the West Factory.

All the Xichang fans shouted enthusiastically: Master Yang, we are home...

In an instant, gongs and drums were roaring and firecrackers were blasting.

The lively atmosphere diluted the low pressure hovering in the dock, and all the people in Xichang seemed to relax and took a long breath.

Amid the shouts, Yang Ge, half-faced with a mask, dressed in ordinary linen clothes and carrying the Cold Moon Sword on his back, slowly walked out of the cabin, walked to the bow of the ship and looked down at the noisy scene in the dock with an expressionless face.

Facing his gaze, the noisy scene in the dock quickly stopped. All the Xichang fans lowered their heads unconsciously, and no one dared to look directly into his eyes.

Even Wei Heng's smile that had just become more natural became stiff again...

At this moment, every minute and every second seems extremely long and extremely difficult.

I don't know how much time passed before Yang Ge smiled faintly and said, Eunuch Wei, you're fine... Where's that guy Shen Fan?

Wei Heng suddenly came back to his senses. The smile on his face immediately became much more natural and warm. He laughed and clasped his hands and said, Mr. Yang, you are well. Today, the official learned that you have returned to Beijing in triumph. We have specially ordered The Miscellaneous Family is here to greet you... As for Mr. Shen, he is busy with business today and has no time to come to greet Mr. Yang, so he specially asked the Miscellaneous Family to invite Mr. Yang on his behalf to go to the Beizhen Prefecture and his party after finishing his work, and he will welcome you there!

You two...are really good friends who love and kill each other!

Yang Ge smiled and said softly. Finally, without looking back, he pointed at the fleet behind him and said, Everything is here. You can unload and take inventory. You and I will talk about it later.

Seeing this, Wei Heng hurriedly waved his hand and said, Don't worry, the Za family has ordered someone to prepare a reception banquet for you. We just want to beat you up... we just want to catch up with Master Shen and reminisce about the past. We have to eat and drink first before we go. no?

If you don't eat enough, how can you have the strength to beat someone?

Besides, how can we not witness such a joyful thing with our own eyes?

Yang Ge didn't reply, just waved his hand, jumped several feet high, rolled up a golden sword energy, and flew towards the nearby Luoyang City.

Wei Heng looked up at the brilliant sword energy, and the unspoken message of condolence suddenly disappeared deep in his throat. He howled silently ho ho ho ho ho for a while, and then suddenly slapped his thigh: Disaster. Got it!

He immediately turned around and left a message: Continue to block the entire dock. People on the boat are not allowed to get off, and people on the shore are not allowed to get on. We will wait until the governor comes back. He jumped up like a large grasshopper and walked toward the country several feet in a step. Yang Ge chased after him.

On that side, Yang Ge had just crossed the city gate of Luoyang City with his sword when he felt a few fierce and sinister forces rising into the sky from the center of the city ahead, standing across the sky like mountains and mountains, blocking his way.

Yang Ge stopped moving forward, looked up at the pressure, stretched out a finger and pointed at them one by one: One, two, three, four, five... there are a lot of people!

He chuckled and slowly released his pressure, rising little by little...

In an instant, the wind picked up, the clouds surged, and two strong air currents collided violently in mid-air!

Seeing this, the five coercive forces across the mid-air raised their pressure again, pressing towards Yang Ge with the force of a mountain roar and a tsunami.

Yang Ge folded his arms and stood motionless in mid-air, while his own pressure continued to rise again and again at a slow but firm speed until he completely suppressed the five pressures and looked down at the five pressures from a higher level. When under pressure, like a tiger showing its claws, it suddenly becomes unruly and violent!

The ferocious and crazy momentum that was ready to burst out was very much like Mr. Zhang from Changbanpo. He stood up with his spear raised and asked angrily who would fight me to the death!

The five pressures were five against one, and they faced off against Yang Ge for more than ten breaths. Suddenly, they all withdrew their pressure, as if they had never appeared before.

Without the interception, the strong wind behind Yang Ge swept across the entire city of Luoyang...

Yang Ge couldn't hide his disappointment and shook his head slightly, slowly withdrawing his pressure.

At the end, he rolled up a blade of light again and swept towards Beizhen Fusi... He always had a good memory. Although he had only been here once, he still clearly remembered the way to Beizhen Fusi.

Soon, he landed in the center of the school field in Beizhen Fusi.

People came and went in the Beizhen Prefecture, and there were captains wearing embroidered clothes of all levels running back and forth everywhere.

As soon as Yang Ge landed, he heard the sound of firecrackers coming from far and near quickly. He looked in the direction of the firecrackers and saw a large number of unarmed guards in embroidered clothes rushing up, playing, playing, playing, singing, and beating. He clasped his hands and congratulated loudly: Welcome to the second master for his triumphant return!

Congratulations to the Second Master for becoming famous beyond the borders of the country!

Congratulations to the Second Master for his unparalleled achievements...

Yang Ge glanced at them expressionlessly until a few Baihu, who were smiling on the outside but secretly with their legs shaking as if they were riding horses, bravely held big red flowers tied with red silk and pushed them towards him. He leaned forward and frowned slightly.

There was only a clang clang sound of long knives being unsheathed. Hundreds of oxtail knives crashed through the eaves and rose into the sky. The clang clang clang sound of the embroidered guards fell on the bodies of these embroidered guardsmen as accurately as hail falling from the sky. in front of him, blocking their steps towards Yang Ge.

The school grounds suddenly became quiet.

Those who played and sang no longer dared to play and sing, and those who played did not dare to knock. The big red flowers in the hands of those hundreds of households fell silently to the ground.

Yang Ge turned around and strode towards the majestic public house located on the central axis of Beizhen Fusi.

As soon as he reached the front of the public house, the closed door of the public house was opened from the inside. Shen Fa, who had his head wrapped in white cloth and his hands hanging, crossed the threshold with a cane and smiled nonchalantly at him. He greeted: You're back!

Yang Ge looked up and down at the bloody white cloth on his body.

Shen Fa hid his paws wrapped in white cloth behind his back, and said with a somewhat embarrassed smile: Hey, I made you laugh again!

Yang Ge narrowed his eyes: Haha!

The hairs on the back of Shen Fa's head stood up, but he still pretended to smile boldly: It's nothing, it's just that I didn't do things well the past few days, so I got a few slaps, and I'll be fine if I take some time to practice...

Yang Ge reached out a hand with a hehehe, grabbed the collar behind his neck like an eagle catching a chicken, lifted him up, crossed the threshold in one step, and walked into the lobby of the public house.

Bang.

The door closed heavily.

Shen Fa's panicked voice came from the lobby: Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing? If you have something to say, just say it, don't touch it... Ouch!

Bang.

Yo? Golden bell cover and iron cloth shirt?

Bang bang bang bang...

The dull and violent movement in the lobby was like the sound of a distant artillery group firing.

The brows of the embroidered guards in the center of the school grounds kept beating in response to the violent movement inside.

We won't have to change the commander again, right?

It's hard to say...

I think we'd better hope that Mr. Shen can hold on!

I think so too, otherwise this man will get angry next time... Most of the good seats in Dongchang are still vacant!

Gudong.

Gudong.

Second Master, please calm down. Let's talk to you if you have anything to do!

Yes, Second Master, Mr. Shen is really not irritating you...

Second Master, we are our own brothers. We can't be quick to hate our enemies!

One of the captains ran to the door of the public hall in a rage, shouting at the top of his lungs with tears in his eyes.

Everyone just shouted and cried, but no one dared to come forward and knock on the door.

At the right time, Shen Fa's angry roar came from the lobby: You bastards, wait until I get out and skin you...

Bang!

Yang Lao'er, please stop when it's enough. If you hit me again, you'll really lose your temper!

Is enough enough?

Bang bang bang bang bang bang...

Falling out?

Bang!

Shen Fa's curved back broke through the carved fence of the gate, and his whole body got stuck on the gate. The captains outside the gate were so frightened that they all took a step back!

Before they could think of how to react, they saw the body stuck on the door being pulled back again.

Bang bang bang bang...

A bold Qianhu stepped forward with courage, crouched down, peeked through the hole in the door, then turned around and ran away, covering his eyes.

How cruel!

…

At the same time, inside Ziwei Palace.

Emperor Xiping Zhao Shuping withdrew from his entourage and hurriedly opened the door and walked into the inner hall.

As soon as he entered the door, his hurried steps could not help but slow down.

But he was startled by the five solemn figures with white hair and old dark red python robes in the hall.

He has only seen this scene twice in fourteen years of his life!

There are five white-haired figures, one in the hall and two on the left and right.

Zhao Shu turned around and closed the palace door, stepped forward and respectfully bowed his hands to the white-haired figure above: Zhao Shu pays homage to the emperor's uncle.

The white-haired figure above nodded slightly and responded calmly: The emperor is here, sit down.

Zhao Shu: Thank you, Uncle Emperor.

He put down his hands, nodded to the left and right and said, Eunuch Xinguo, Eunuch Wei, Eunuch Cao, and Eunuch Wang, I am polite.

The fourth elder sat on the Taishi chair, bowed his hands and returned the greeting: Old minister, you are polite.

Zhao Shu sat on the right seat and waited eagerly.

The five people in the palace were silent for a long time, holding tea bowls in their hands, and then they heard the man in the palace speak, and said slowly and slowly: The situation has become a success. Taking it by force is definitely not something a wise man would do. The emperor should make other plans.

As soon as these words came out, the other four elders in the hall looked at Zhao Shu.

Zhao Shu lowered his eyelids, pondered for a moment and then forced a smile and said: I originally didn't intend to take it by force... It's just that with the strength of the five ancestors, I can't defeat this son?

The fourth elder withdrew his gaze, gently moved the tea bowl in his hand, and remained silent.

The man in the palace exhaled softly, and replied calmly with a somewhat gloomy expression: If we have to take it by force, it's not completely hopeless, but the price is a bit high... Today's Wei Dynasty can no longer afford such a high price.

Zhao Shu frowned and asked persistently: Uncle Pope, what if we can try to persuade the old bastard from the Quanzhen Sect to take action together with the old monk from the Shaolin Temple?

The man in the palace responded in a deep voice: If we can convince Feiyun and Xingzhe, we can hope to win this son without any loss... However, I dare to make a bet with the emperor that Feiyun and Xingzhe will never come to this muddy water. !”

Zhao Shu's expression changed slightly, his eyes flashed rapidly for a moment, and then he quickly regained his composure. He clasped his hands and said, I don't necessarily want to get rid of this son. I just want to know if there is a way to check and balance. After all, if I let him go, I can't do it. Having a peerless master who is worried about the imperial court and is proficient in the art of slaying dragons is out there. Taking care of it in the long run... is indeed a disaster rather than a blessing!

The five people in the hall all picked up tea bowls and drank tea, but no one answered his question.