Smelting and Exploding the Heavens

Chapter 72
Fan Zhuoyuan looked at the other party, although there was no reaction on the face, but his heart was full of turmoil. This middle-aged Taoist priest turned out to be Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of the Wudang School!

Zhang Sanfeng had a keen sense, and asked in surprise: "General Fan knows the poor?"

Fan Zhuoyuan suppressed his emotions and nodded slightly, "Before going to Japan, I heard about it in Jiangnan martial arts."

Zhang Sanfeng laughed at himself: "Do they often refer to Sanfeng as three crazy people, pointing out that the poor are acting obediently and politely, nondescript, ha, that will make General Fan laugh."

Fan Zhuoyuan shook his head slightly, "I have no soldiers and no rights now, and I don't even have a false name, so I don't need to be called a general. If the two priests don't mind it, you can call me Hengwu."

Zhang Sanfeng smiled and said: "Brother Hengwu, you don't have to be so self-effacing, although you didn't get the title of No. [-] Warrior of the Great Yuan yesterday, if someone mentions the No. [-] Warrior of the Great Yuan in private, it must be you.

After all, everyone has a scale in their minds about the final outcome, which cannot be covered up by arrogance and prejudice. "

Qi Zhicheng also said with a smile: "Zhang Daoyou is right. The name of the first warrior of the Yuan Dynasty is in the hearts of the people, and it doesn't have to be canonized to have it. Fan Jushi is brave and unparalleled, and now he is famous all over the world."

Fan Zhuoyuan remained calm, it seemed that the system was right in its judgment, as long as people recognized it, it didn't care whether the emperor gave him the title or not.

"Renren Qi, Daoist Zhang, I don't know what I have to teach someone."

Zhang Sanfeng said sternly: "Brother Hengwu is traveling south this time, and he is traveling alone? Anyway, you are a fourth-rank military officer of the imperial court, you shouldn't be like this."

Fan Zhuoyuan shook his head and said: "All my soldiers stayed in Japan, and I returned to the Central Plains alone. Although the imperial court appointed me a fourth-rank military officer, I have no real power, so it doesn't make any sense whether I bring troops or not."

"If possible, when Pindao advises Brother Hengwu to go south, it is best to go down by sea with the imperial fleet."

Fan Zhuoyuan frowned and asked, "Why?"

"Because someone wants to kill you!"

Fan Zhuoyuan was stunned for a moment, looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, "You mean, if I go back to Jiangnan by land during this trip, I will be ambushed by people on the way? If I guessed right, it's some Xiao Xiao from the southern martial arts?"

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head and said: "It's not necessarily Xiao Xiao, those people are not lacking in celebrities and righteous people."

Fan Zhuoyuan's eyes suddenly became sharp, staring at Zhang Sanfeng's eyes and asked: "Why did the Taoist priest tell me this? Doesn't the Taoist priest think that I am a traitor, my father is a traitor, and the whole family is working for the Tartar court?"

Zhang Sanfeng's eyes didn't flicker at all, he stared at Fan Zhuoyuan's eyes and said: "Then I dare to ask Brother Fan, have you ever harmed the common people or the loyal people of our Han nationality?"

"For the common people, Fan's family has no regrets, but the so-called loyal people depend on how they are defined!

My father was the first general to attack Lin'an back then, and made great contributions to the Yuan court when the city was broken.

And I, facing the heroes of the world who came to assassinate my family, never showed mercy, and was stained with countless blood.

But for this, Fan still has no regrets! "

Zhang Sanfeng's expression was quite complicated, let's talk about Fan Wenhu's matter separately, when Lin'an City was broken, Fan Zhuoyuan was still young, so it must have nothing to do with him.

However, it is difficult to distinguish between right and wrong in the matter of counter-killing the knight-errant who went to his house to assassinate.

One side seeks fairness and justice for the Southern Song Dynasty court, while the other side just protects itself, but thus provokes bloody enmity, so how can it be justified?
But Jianghu is Jianghu, and it seems that such indistinguishable vendettas are everywhere, which is one of the reasons why many people in Jianghu have always kept their hands off their own business.

Seeing that the two were silent, Fan Zhuo just cupped his hands, walked out of the gazebo, stepped on the steed, and prepared to continue heading south.

Zhang Sanfeng said loudly: "Brother Fan, why do you insist on doing this? Conflict with those martial arts heroes who insist on justice will not benefit you or them. It will only benefit other people with malicious intentions in vain!"

Fan Zhuoyuan rode on the horse and said: "Fan only wants to be ashamed of his actions, if they want to kill me, let them do it, if they can kill me, it's their ability!
They were also unlucky to be killed by me!If Daoist Zhang knows them, he might as well tell them clearly in advance, Fan will never show mercy! "

After finishing speaking, he galloped away.

Zhang Sanfeng could only shake his head helplessly, and smiled wryly at Qi Zhicheng.

Qi Zhicheng comforted: "This matter has nothing to do with Zhang Daoyou. Who can judge who is right and who is wrong in the bloody turmoil in the rivers and lakes."

All the way to the plains in North China, Fan Zhuoyuan was riding a bloody horse, and he was very happy to ride the horse.

However, he came to Kaifeng, the former capital of the Northern Song Dynasty, within a few days, and he had no intention of entering the city.

After all, Kaifeng at this time has long been dilapidated. Since the Song and Jin Dynasties, it has experienced repeated wars and was flooded by the Yellow River during the period. It is already in ruins.

After the Mongols took over the Central Plains, although Kublai Khan practiced the Han system, a large amount of nearby farmland was converted into pastures. Farmers who lost their land could only be reduced to tenants of Han landlords, and even the tenants were not as good. equivalent to slaves.

After all, the tenants cultivated the land, and in addition to handing it over to the master and the court for rent, they could still keep part of the fruits of their labor, and they could have savings when the times were good.

But slaves farming the fields, except for two meals a day, can't save any savings. They are exploited for years and months, and life is worse than death.

Nowadays, where Fan Zhuoyuan passed by, he saw many peasants in such a situation, naked and still working in the fields.

Occasionally, I met Mongolians or Semu people who were hunting with horses. The crops were trampled and they had to come forward to argue and were mercilessly whipped.

The main family did not dare to find trouble with the Mongols and the Semu people, so naturally they finally took their anger out on the peasants.

Although Kublai Khan was in power at this time, since he neglected the Han scholar-bureaucrats and got close to the color-eyed merchants, he was destined to go to the end of the world.

At noon, Fan Zhuoyuan came to a field shop to start a job. There were people coming and going here, it seemed that they were all businessmen going back and forth from north to south, and there were also some quacks.

Fan Zhuo's physique far from ordinary people naturally attracted the attention of many people. Among them, a pair of grandparents and grandchildren sat at the dining table in a corner outside the store.

The two of them have simple knives hidden in their waists and whistle sticks, and they are all dressed as quacks.

The grandfather seemed to be teaching his grandson the precautions for walking in the rivers and lakes. He drank some wine, and he was in a slightly drunk state, and he was a little proud of pointing out the rivers and mountains.

He stretched out his chopsticks to signal his grandson, who had just reached the crown, to look around, "Song'er, you are considered a successful martial artist, and now you are going north to join your father and work as an assistant in the Heyang Security Bureau.

In the future, if you walk in the rivers and lakes, you must know that the rivers and lakes are dangerous, and you need to be on guard from time to time to live long.Just like your grandfather, when he was young, he worked as a nurse, as an escort, as a member of the rebel army, and when he was at his worst, he was a thief!
But no matter what, even if your grandpa and my martial arts can only be regarded as low-level in the world, he can still live to the age of ears. Hey, even some children from martial arts families may not live as long as your grandpa and I. Knowing this The secret to it? "

The man spoke in a moderate voice, but the people around him could hear him, so he couldn't help turning his head to look over him.

(End of this chapter)