Fu Canglu

Chapter 315

The road to Xiguan is long, white clothes and white robes folded armor cool, praying for safety, Li's words are short and long.

There is a vassal king in Xiguan, and the mountain road stretches for hundreds of miles. On the top of the mountain, there is a big gun, and the smell of wine is wafting from the tip of the gun.

I don't look back at Xiguan, I'm going to guard the pass to be the Great Wei, the man will die, and the monument is next to the three dogs.

This is a famous wine song in Xiguan.

The Western Regions across the north and south, the south is the North Gusu Daofeng Sui Great Wall, which is as impregnable as Qi Liang, and the north is the Xiguan Barrier, which stretches for thousands of miles.

The monsters of the Western Regions, who had thought of attacking countless times, were ruthlessly blocked outside the Great Wei Wall by this long barrier of Xiguan.

It was not Li Qing who first built the Xiguan barrier, but the master Moban in his early years. After the founding of the Northern Wei Dynasty, Li Qing came to live in Xiguan and wrote a letter to build the barrier.

As a result, Luoyang's approval documents flowed down like water, and a large amount of savings was poured over the past 16 years to truly expand the long line of this barrier to the vastness of thousands of miles.

Therefore, the status of this white robed vassal king in Xiguan has been raised to a sickly height.

Cao's family is in Xiguan, and they can't even walk a mile.

In the past 16 years, when Luoyang's call to action came to Xiguan, they were all stopped by the subordinates and handed over to Sangou. It was up to them to decide whether to revise and publish.

No one has an opinion.

This is a matter of course.

Because there is only one master of Xiguan from beginning to end.

If it wasn't for this person's surname Li, and if it wasn't for Li Qing's life-long friendship with His Majesty, those officials in Luoyang, with their desperate momentum of admonishing and insulting Xiguan Sangou, couldn't have given this meritorious master The prince in white robe spread a basin of cold water on it.

But they dare not.

They could splatter five steps of blood and scold Xiguan Three Dogs for being unkind, but they dare not add a dirty word to the real Xiguan owner.

In the past 16 years, the Xiguan Barrier has resisted 79 offensives by the Great Xia. The most dangerous attack was [-] times a year. In the most dangerous time, the white-robed vassal king went out in person, put him to death, and killed a big man with a gun. Chess Lord, finally expelled and suppressed the beast tide.

Some people say that the Great Wei Dynasty stands on Xiguan.

And Xiguan stands on the tip of Li Qing's gun alone.

The sixteen-character battalion of the white-robed vassal did not take a step back during the craziest years of the Yaozu and the most difficult days of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

So there is a saying in Xiguan:

If you can't succeed in Luoyang and become famous, you would rather die in the sixteen-character camp in Xiguan.

So the news that the white-robed feudal lord rebelled and died in Fengting City reached the moment Xiguan arrived.

Uproar.

Hundreds of thousands of people in Xiguan raised their flags angrily, but the army was silent.

Joy, anger, sorrow, joy, grief ten times heavier than the third word swept through the Xiguan Army.

Then Xiguan added two graves.

The owner of Xiguan, who is not showing any signs of expression or expression, is closed on the misty slope of Xiguan all day long.

And Xu Zhirou, who is known as Xiguan at a glance, is fortunate to be able to accompany him quietly by his side.

Their robes were stained with blood, and those soldiers who were seriously injured and unable to cry cried out when they were toasting the feudal king in plain clothes.

No one knows what the silence in Xiguan means at this time.

The new owner of Xiguan is a young man.

No one can see why the so-called His Majesty who said he lived and died with the vassal lord sent such a young man to Xiguan after Fengting City announced the death of the lord.

No one at all paid attention to the young man who was appointed by the imperial power and specially airborne.

Even if he's not annoying.

Jiang Qingyi didn't care about other people's eyes. He followed Yuan Zhongcheng to do things. No matter how much rumors spread outside, he never regarded himself as the real new master of Xiguan.

His daily life is very regular.

In the early morning, I went to Misty Slope and poured a pot of wine for the prince.

He was one of the few people who knew the truth behind the big event in Fengting City. In a sense, Jiang Qingyi didn't think it was wrong for Xiguan to reject him.

He went to drink and visit the grave every day, and he just admired the vassal king, not for the sake of being pretentious and pleasing.

Maybe it's because the expressions and movements of the thin and light shirt that he drank the wine for the prince every day did not show a trace of procrastination, never sloppy, a pot of wine was poured out of the mouth, and he never stopped after that, and left indifferently.

For the first time, this young man's behavior of going to Misty Slope every day did not arouse the disgust of Xiguan soldiers.

Yuan Sizhi held most of the power in his own hands, and only a few gave Jiang Qingyi.

Jiang Qingyi doesn't care about power.

He was born in a poor family, even if he gained power, he never thought of playing power tricks to survive.

Xiguan was the strongest line of defense in the Northern Wei Dynasty.

No tricks are needed here.

In the eyes of outsiders, this young man had almost no friends during the two years in Xiguan.

Yellow rolls and green lights.

Occasional booze.

This is not the case.

Jiang Qingyi doesn't know how to practice.

But he met a friend in Xiguan.

A friend who can practice.

"Jiang Qingyi, if you learn swordsmanship, you should be a very good master."

"How tall?"

"About half my height."

Jiang Qingyi smiled and said to the alcoholic in front of him: "If you are still practicing swords now, you should be a very good master."

The drunkard took a big gulp and asked with a smile, "How high?"

Jiang Qingyi thought for a while, and said seriously: "I don't know how to practice, and I can't tell the difference, but you should at least be taller than the guy who beat you last time."

The drunkard chuckled, took another sip of wine, and said with drunken eyes, "Who hit me last time?"

Jiang Qingyi looked at the disheveled and disheveled friend in front of him, and said helplessly: "He is a corporal commander in the Xiguan Army. I heard people say that he has a third-rank cultivation. It is agreed that you are not allowed to use a sword. He let you use a sword." Hand, you ended up with two broken bones."

The drunkard groaned, laughed disapprovingly, and said, "What happened next?"

Jiang Qingyi knew that his memory was very poor.

People who like to drink heavily and get drunk every day generally don't have a good memory.

Jiang Qingyi lit the oil lamp on the wine table. The atmosphere in this tavern was very deserted, but fortunately no one would disturb him. He always reserved a small room and invited this alcoholic to drink.

This alcoholic is Jiang Qingyi's friend.

When Jiang Qingyi first entered Xiguan, it was a time when Xiguan was full of resentment.

Yuan Sizhi took him into a tavern.

The taverns in Xiguan have many rules and miscellaneous rules, miscellaneous and barbaric.

The soldiers who wanted to beat Jiang Qingyi violently could line up from outside the tavern to Misty Slope.

If Jiang Qingyi couldn't finish the jug of wine on the table, he had to follow the Xiguan wine table rules and play with these soldiers.

If you play it for a while, you may die.

Because there were fifteen jars of wine on Jiang Qingyi's table.

Just as he took a deep breath and was about to risk his life, a hand stretched out a little earlier than him.

For some reason, the owner who stretched out his hand to drink is now a beggar-like alcoholic.

So the drunkard gave Jiang Qingyi a good beating.

After being beaten in a corner by more than a dozen centurions with fifth-grade cultivation, Jiang Qingyi's face turned pale, and he watched Yuan Sizhi lead the soldiers away expressionlessly. , this alcoholic is already curled up in a corner, dying, covered in blood.

Like a dog, shivering.

Even though it was so miserable, he still did not forget to tremble and ask for a pot of wine.

What an alcoholic.

So Jiang Qingyi had spare money, so he would invite this alcoholic to drink.

Some people said that not long after he came to Xiguan, he was at most a week earlier than Jiang Qingyi, but he was already famous.

As long as someone buys him a drink, he will do anything.

Most of the people who invited him to drink had heard that this person was resistant to beatings, and as long as he had a pot of wine, he was willing to be beaten up, so he came here to try his own methods.

No swords are allowed, only fists are allowed.

Before the drunkard was beaten, he had to finish his drink, and then he called it "drinking to learn from each other".

Without exception, they were beaten until they vomited blood, and they couldn't look directly at the miserable scenes.

It's just that this alcoholic's body is indeed very strong. There was once a commander of the sixth rank, who thought that this fellow was thick-skinned and strong enough to fight, so he made an exception and used Yuanli to beat him until his spine was broken, almost killing him. .

Unexpectedly, this guy could still insist on crawling to the tavern the next day to ask for a drink.

The alcoholic is actually a very thin man who looks very weak, but no one knows why he is so resistant to beatings.

What a fool.

Jiang Qingyi doesn't think so.

Jiang Qingyi feels that people who play fools are often not fools.

He couldn't bear the alcoholic to beg for a drink and be beaten again, so he would invite the alcoholic to drink every day.

In fact, a drunkard is a very good drinker.

Every time Jiang Qingyi invites him to drink, he will sit quietly on the wine table, even when he is drunk, he will not drink and talk, and will fall down in the corner seriously drunk, or forcefully lie on the table.

The drunkard would talk a lot when he was not drunk, at first he flattered himself directly, and later he flattered himself by flattering Jiang Qingyi.

If drunk, the alcoholic will listen to Jiang Qingyi's self-talk very carefully.

"and after?"

This is what alcoholics say when they are drunk.

Even though the alcoholic was drunk, he still didn't want to neglect the person who invited him to drink, and still listened to Jiang Qingyi with all his energy.

Jiang Qingyi knew that he was very drunk, so he said softly: "You got drunk later."

"Oh!"

This is actually a very heavy syllable. The drunkard spoke very seriously and vigorously, trying to express that he is not actually drunk now, and he is still listening to Jiang Qingyi very seriously.

Jiang Qingyi sighed softly and said: "They all said that you are a fool, you don't know how to practice, and you are born to be tough. But I would rather believe what you said, you can practice, and you are a very good master."

The drunkard lay on the table without saying a word.

There is a slight snort.

Jiang Qingyi shook his head and said: "There are many liars in this world, but a drunk person will never lie."

Already the drunk was snoring.

The snoring sounded like thunder.

Cheerful and cozy.

Jiang Qingyi kicked him helplessly under the table and said, "I want to read some books, please keep your voice down."

With yellow rolls and green lights, the drunkard lay on the table and turned over subconsciously. Unexpectedly, he fell on his back with a chair on his back. He slammed his mouth and was too lazy to move. He just fell into a deep sleep without making a sound.

(End of this chapter)