surnamed Wang

Chapter 473 Reunion

On the edge of the battlefield, the young man in coir raincoat stared blankly at the direction where Wang Gingquan disappeared. He knew that his incomprehensible father was a rare martial arts master, but he didn't expect his skill to be so superb that he had reached the rumored top lightness kung fu talent. There are boundaries.

While he was in a daze, a strange voice suddenly came from beside him:

"Children, how is the battle ahead?"

The young man was startled, and turned his head subconsciously, only to see a middle-aged man in his early forties standing beside him, who seemed to have no malicious intentions, and was looking at him curiously.

The boy glanced at the long knife at the opponent's waist, then pointed to the direction of the hillside and said:
"The fight was fierce just now, but it has stopped now."

The middle-aged man nodded, but he didn't mean to leave. Instead, he took a few steps forward and observed the boy carefully. Seeing this, the latter recalled his father's previous words about "a man with a special hobby", and immediately became vigilant.

The middle-aged man saw the young man's face full of vigilance, smiled slightly, and then quickly shot without warning. The young man was shocked, and subconsciously retreated, and his right hand followed the trend to touch the sword on his back.

But his speed was much worse than the opponent's. Before he could touch the hilt, the weapon was handed over by the opponent first. After the man succeeded, he didn't chase after him. He stopped in place and looked at the pure white long sword. After a while, Then he looked up at the boy not far away and asked:
"Child, where did this sword come from?"

Wang Qianshan looked as usual, his right hand was slightly lowered, and a dagger in his sleeve slipped into his palm, but he was not in a hurry to make a move, but replied truthfully:

"My dad gave it to me."

"Oh? Is your father's surname Wang?" The middle-aged man showed joy.

The young man nodded calmly, his eyes still fixed on the other party for a moment, and he was somewhat false in judging the other party's expression.

"Haha, good nephew, put away that fruit knife of yours. According to your seniority, you have to call me uncle."

As the man spoke, he threw back the long sword in his hand to the young man, who caught it, but still didn't speak, as if he still had doubts about the man's words.

The middle-aged man didn't care too much, and continued to ask:
"Where is your father now?"

The young man silently pointed to the mountain in the north, "Go and kill the Great Khan of Beitu."

The middle-aged man slapped his forehead when he heard the words, "Sure enough, we still started fighting." After finishing speaking, he ignored the young man, took a step forward, and disappeared in an instant.

……

On the southern hillside, the sudden appearance of Yao Qingyi and Wang Bingquan abruptly stopped the battle of tens of thousands of people. After hearing the news, Emperor Shun hurried over from the back of the camp. Before reaching the front line, he saw the North Turkistan army retreating. .

The iron cavalry led by Yuan Baihu was almost lost, and he was unwilling to be reconciled, but at this moment he was ordered to send out his weapons, and his resentment had reached the extreme. After hearing Yao Qingyi's order to withdraw his troops, he almost fought directly with the opponent.

The literati in Beitu had no choice but to take out a token. After Yuan Baihu saw the token, he had no choice but to lead his troops away reluctantly.

Wang Gingquan crossed his hands in front of his chest, quietly watching this scene, Yao Jian, who has the title of "Tsing Yi Yu Xiang", really has some skills, such a dead game, he just made it up, even Wen Jiang was willing to change Tsing Yi to "Tsing Yi". In white clothes, if you don't compete with him, you can see his resourcefulness.

It's a pity that such immeasurable counselors were not born in the dynasty. Originally, Wang Quanquan planned to kill the other party at this opportunity, but depending on the situation, it is likely to fail.

Thinking of this, he stepped forward again, and pressed the opponent's shoulder, and the two of them disappeared in a flash.

……

On the northern hillside, a middle-aged man with a long knife on his waist was looking forward with a smile on his face. Not long after, two figures appeared here, it was Wang Bingquan and Yao Jian.

"Brother..."

As soon as the man with the long knife opened his mouth, he saw a big foot kicking towards him. He quickly dodged to dodge and shouted:

"Brother, we haven't seen each other for almost 20 years, why not just greet me like this when we meet?"

Wang Gangquan missed a single blow, so he stood still on the spot and said leisurely:
"Pu Baiyan, you Beitu are really white-eyed wolves. I worked so hard to help the moon cakes. How could you just lose all your affection like this?"

The man with the long knife on his waist was Pu Wen, the former king of Beitu Nanyuan.

……

Pu Wen knew he was wrong, and said with a sneering smile:
"It's true that we don't care about this matter. Let me talk about them later. The girl Moon Cake has a stubborn temper. She said that she has no family, and her brother is about to be slaughtered and refuses to come back to help. Yao Jian has no choice but to think about it Back, I don’t want Beitu and Wang Chaozhen to fight, rushing back in a hurry, I’ve worn out several pairs of shoes in the busy rush these days.”

With that said, Pu Wen was about to take off his shoes to show to Wang Bingquan, who frowned slightly, waved his hands and said:
"It's useless to talk less about it. Fortunately, the dynasty has not lost much this time, and the land cession and compensation will be over. You can handle the North Turk affairs yourself. If there is another time..."

"There will never be a next time."

Pu Wen hurriedly answered the conversation, and while speaking, he still did not forget to wink at the Confucian scholar in Tsing Yi, who was so blessed in his heart, he quickly bowed to Wang Quanquan and said:

"Thank you, my lord, for not killing me."

……

After the rain turned sunny, the hillside was covered with greenery. The long-lost two brothers and sisters found a clean place to sit down and chatted with each other about what happened in these years.

Since Pu Wen followed Moon Cake to become a monk at Yunyin Temple, the bells and drums in the morning and the drums in the evening, chanting Buddhist scriptures, the lotus on the little girl's arm not only stopped falling, but also changed from red to gold in the following days.After five years in this way, the whole red lotus finally turned into a golden lotus, and the moon cake's disease was completely cured.

Park Wen was not expected to concentrate on being a monk. After the moon cake recovered, he returned to the secular world, married a woman who sold incense candles at the foot of the mountain, and had a child. His life was considered nourishing.

Not long ago, when he heard that Beitu and the dynasty were fighting again, Pu Wen went to find Moon Cake to inquire, and only then did he learn the whole story. He was worried, so he came alone to persuade the fight.

For so many years, it seems that Pu Wen has not changed except his appearance. Although the two did not say it clearly, they both know in their hearts that it is the greatest blessing in the world that the brothers do not face each other with swords.

After Wang Gangquan told what happened to him these years, Pu Wen sighed for a while and was surprised for a while. When he heard about those fights that were comparable to the fighting skills of gods, he said the same words as before:
"Teach me."

Wang Gangquan's answer was also very straightforward:

"Don't teach."

……

Although Wang Gangquan said he wouldn't help, he still couldn't let go, so he asked:

"The Venerable Daxueshan, are you sure?"

Pu Wen scratched his head and said:

"We Beitu people grew up listening to the stories of the snow mountain and the white wolf. To be honest, I feel a little guilty, but I have not been idle these years, and I have learned a lot in the temple."

"Do you need me to help you?"

"No, I've already troubled you enough, we should figure out the Beitu matter by ourselves."

Wang Gangquan stood up, patted the grass clippings on his buttocks, took out an inconspicuous black short knife from nowhere, handed it forward and said:

"I have the power of a blow here, if you really can't beat it, don't be brave."

Pu Wen hesitated for a moment, reached out to take it, and didn't say much thank you.

Wang Gangquan was silent for a moment, then spoke again:

"Northern Turkistan and the Central Plains have always been incompatible. After a hundred years from you and me, the Northern Turkistans will definitely go south. In order to protect the peace of the Central Plains, I will never cause future troubles."

……

(End of this chapter)