beg for chivalry

There was the sound of footsteps like rain falling on the small blue tiles, the copper bells rang crisply in the wind, and several nimble figures rolled into the room.

Couriers wrapped in oil-green scarves entered the room, and post envoys from all corners of the country arrived one after another. Each of them carried an urgently delivered plain silk letterhead, and on each piece of paper was written a book that would turn the world upside down. secret.

There is only a single square table in the room, on which scrolls like snowflakes are scattered.The carrier pigeon, dyed colorful by grass juice, cooed and danced around the table, and the person standing behind the table was holding the bird's neck tirelessly, and poured out the letter paper from the letter box tied to the pigeon's leg.

The dispatchers knelt down on the ground and respectfully handed over paper and wooden seals: "Leader, the Northern faction is still infighting, and the Yongding gang is the new successor of the Chaos Mountain Sword."

"Evil ghosts appear frequently in Houtianlou, patrolling around Fengyuan and Yaoliu."

"There are still people from the Crane Gate, and they seem to have colluded with the South China Sea bandits and flowed into South Vietnam."

Standing behind the table is a man with long sleeves and a straight body, with his head wrapped to cover his eyebrows, and his feet are wearing soap boots, his eyebrows are tightly locked, just like a vajra glaring at him.This person is Wu Wugong, the leader of the Martial League.

Although he looked like an ordinary Confucian scholar, he had a boring palladium pinned to his right waist, and a shiny iron sword hung on his left, with the seal character "Jun Tian" engraved on the root of the sword.Jun Tianjian sits in the northern and southern sects, a hundred-liu aristocratic family, Ruoyu Baidao breaks rigidity into softness, Jun Tianjian is hard-hearted and iron-hearted, known for its strength in martial arts.

Wu Wugong didn't close his eyes for several days, his eye sockets turned red.The General Assembly of the Wumeng League is held every four years. Two years ago, there was a disturbance and the date was changed.He waved his hands in a low voice. "I know, just put the paper by your feet."

"But leader, these letters are waiting for you to read and approve them." The dispatcher bowed his head humbly, and quietly handed over the letters in his hand a few minutes. "Please do me a favor. If you don't have time to read it, just put a flower seal on it. We don't care if you read it or not, and we don't care if it's false or true. If you don't have a seal, you will get nine cents less wages."

Dozens of urgent deliverers pushed the letters in front of him, their shoulders and arms secretly exerted force on each other, pushing each other, just wanting to deliver the troublesome work in hand as soon as possible.

Wu Wugong's blue veins burst out:

"Line up! Come one by one!"

After reading all the letters one by one, signing flower seals, and reading the scrolls in each pigeon's leg tube, the leader of the martial arts alliance suddenly flopped down on the chair like a deflated ball.

Xianyun Guhe was able to be at ease, and when he sat on the position of leader, the rules and reason became a shackle, and there was no more joy and unrestrainedness to speak of.

The partition door rang a few times, and a post envoy pushed open the door, and said from a distance: "Master, there is a letter from your son."

Wu Wugong frowned, took the letter and unsealed it, only a piece of crumpled paper was poured out, and a few large characters were written in a flying style:

"I'm old, I'm married, don't read it."

With a loud bang, the foot-thick square table was split into two neatly.The carrier pigeons fluttered and flew away, leaving a room full of flying pigeon feathers.

Needless to say, it must have been sent by the unfilial son Wu Litian.

The leader of the Martial League held the piece of paper, took a deep breath, and slowly retracted his five fingers hanging on the table.Seeing him splitting the heavy square table with his palm, the people in a hurry didn't dare to say any more, they huddled together shaking like chaff.

"Where did it come from?" he asked.

"Jia, Jiading..."

"This rebellious son has actually come from the capital to the middle of Sichuan!" Wu Wugong was furious, in an instant there seemed to be wind and thunder surging in the room, wolves howling and tigers howling.

Wu Litian has never called him "Father" since he can remember.When the hairy boy was babbling, he would call him "old man" and "old man" in a childish voice when he saw him.

When he grows up, he becomes more and more arrogant and rampant. At the birthday banquet, others are willing to curry favor with him, presenting cashmere deerskin, fine iron, swords and other things, but Wu Litian is better. He ordered a stone sheep tablet to stand in front of the tomb for him, which aroused Wu Wugong's fury.

Wu Wugong asked him to join the Martial Arts League to be a leader, so he went to be a minor guard; if he asked him to learn Juntian Sword, he preferred to learn to avoid water guns; Suddenly came to believe that he was already married.

There was still ink on the back of the paper, Wu Wugong turned it over, and saw a distorted grimace drawn on it, and wrote on one side:

"There is no way to teach a child."

Wu Wugong's brows were cold and cold, he was already burning with anger, he squeezed the paper into powder, and shouted: "Bring paper and pen! I'm going to order Jiang Hu to arrest that kid, so I can teach him a lesson! "

The servant girl who waited on her entered the room and said softly: "Master, there is someone outside asking to see you."

"Bring a pen and paper first! Discipline of Jianghu is important!"

The leader of Wu League shouted angrily, but saw the maidservant's expression of embarrassment, and continued: "The person who asked to see him looks exactly the same as the portrait of the Jianghu Order issued earlier, so he is waiting outside to see you."

Wu Wugong closed his voice, his thick eyebrows were furrowed, but he heard the servant girl hesitate.

"He said—his name is Jinwu."

It was late at night, and there were a few grains of light like fine sand scattered in the sky, faintly glowing.Standing beside the hanging flower door was a figure, waiting quietly with folded hands, wrapped in a sable-breasted warm dress, and the satin dress with arrow sleeves glowed brightly.

The board door creaked open, and the bright yellow light of the wall lamp streamed onto his side face.Wu Wugong saw his face clearly in an instant, with sharp eyebrows and smiles that were still young.The man was tied with blue silk, and there seemed to be brilliance flowing in the black eyes, as clear as glass.

The sound of the wind seemed to stop instantly, but there was a turmoil in his heart. Wu Wugong held the lamp and stared at the man silently for a long time.

For a moment, Wu Wugong felt like a stick in his throat.He thought before that it was another traitor who pretended to come to cheat the reward, but at this moment, this person suddenly turned his face pale with fright, and his heart was shaken.

exactly the same.This person is exactly the same as the portrait on Jianghu Order.

After the Jianghu Order was issued, I don't know how many people came here under false pretences, but Wu Wugong debunked them one by one, and he also developed a picky temper because of this.

But no matter how he looked at the person in front of him at this time, he was very similar to the life he had worked so hard to find.

Counting now, it has been nine years.Nine years ago, Wu Wugong saw the young man for the last time in the Ningyuan Hou's Mansion. There are all kinds of masters in the world, and everyone is impressed by the young man's ingenuity.Born to be as eye-catching as a pearl, others look like muddy water and mud.

Marquis Ning Yuan and Wu Wugong used to be close friends, one of them guarded the frontier army, and the other joined the martial arts alliance.After Wu Litian didn't practice swords, he once had the idea of ​​giving the Juntian Sword to the young boy in the Hou's mansion.But the world is unpredictable, the Jin Mansion was destroyed, and now it is overgrown with weeds.

"Golden Crow?" Wu Wugong murmured, tracing the eyebrows and eyes of the person in front of him several times in disbelief, and it was indeed exactly the same as the childhood appearance in the portrait. "Is that you?"

The usually serious man suddenly showed a little panic, and just forgot about the Lingyun momentum of others, and disappeared without a trace.

Half of Yan Jiubian's face was immersed in the watery night, bathed in the cold, white moonlight.He smiled a bit:

"Uncle Wu, long time no see."

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On the streets of Xijing, low houses with gray tiles and black tiles twisted side by side, and the walls were covered with lush green brocade.Bamboo cages and porcelain pots are placed in the shop, orioles are singing, cats and dogs are playing, and plump fire fish are tailgating in the water.Crowds of people walked like flowing water, twists and turns in five directions, and noisy for ten miles.

Wang Xiaoyuan sat on the water-polished blue brick for a long time, smearing wax ointment on the body of the knife out of boredom, and then wiped it off with a cotton cloth.He hid the scabbard in his girdle, and no one could tell that it was the famous jade white sword.While wiping the knife, he listened to the babbling and ditties coming from the garden next door, and passed the day in a trance.

After waiting for a long time, Zuo Sanniang and his young master were nowhere to be seen.Strange to say, Sanniang hadn't been seen since that day when he returned from fetching medicine from the mountains.He asked the accountant, and he said that how many rooms were still recorded in the store book, and they could still be used for ten days and a half months.

Wang Xiaoyuan slipped into the compartment, but the Golden Crow was not there, and there was a strong smell of medicine lingering in the room.He got bored of waiting, so he dug out the silver in his pocket to buy some glutinous rice fruit to fill his stomach, and he simply climbed onto Jinwu's bed and got under the quilt, waiting for Jinwu to come back and wake him up.

He snored and fell asleep soundly, but when he woke up, he saw a crescent moon drawn in the small open window.Zuo Sanniang and Jinwu still didn't come back, so he was so idle that he wandered around the room in a panic.

There was a square corner cabinet next to the bed, filled with medicine bottles of different lengths, Wang Xiaoyuan ordered some, and felt that his young master was really a medicine jar, and the medicine soup alone could fill him up by two catties.There was a small cloth bag beside him, it was his poor bag, Wang Xiaoyuan rummaged through it, and took out many useless gadgets, including a broken bamboo flute, a pottery ring ball, and a small ground bell.

When he was leaving the Golden Mansion, he randomly picked up some objects and put them in the cloth bag, and now he found a bottle of ointment, exuding a sweet and greasy aroma.Wang Xiaoyuan opened the lid and touched it a little, put it on his fingertips to see, still confused, he didn't know when this thing got into his bag.

"It's for prostitutes. Fengyue wipes it on beforehand to prevent infection." A grizzled old man with a gray beard leaned against the door at some point, showing his white teeth and smiling at him. It was the old bamboo man. "Wang Xiaowa, I can't see it, but you are also a master who has raped meat!"

Wang Xiaoyuan said seriously: "I keep myself clean, where did you get this thing?" Holding the grease, he looked left and right, and suddenly realized, "Old man, could it be that you went whoring in the garden and stole this gift for me? stop?"

The bamboo old man laughed: "Although I am old and strong, I can't bear to take the girls' needles!"

Wang Xiaoyuan nodded and said: "I see, it belongs to the young master."

Recalling the previous few days, Jinwu often came back with a smell of makeup and powder, and sometimes there were a few bright incense marks on its neck, maybe it was taken from a whore.

Even so, he had some vague impressions of this thing.It seems that a long time ago when I was wandering outside, someone mistook him for a private nest and gave him a bottle of ointment.

The old man Zhu shook his head and looked around the room, and asked: "Where did the baby named Jin and Miss Zuo go? The old man drank some wine last night, and when he woke up, they were nowhere to be seen."

It seemed that even the old man Zhu didn't know their whereabouts, Wang Xiaoyuan thought for a while, found a round purse from Jinwu's rosewood box, and poured out a lot of silver.

These two people didn't even carry any money with them, so they must have not gone far and they will come back after a while.Thinking of this, Wang Xiaoyuan sighed and said, "Don't care about those two, you and I are gone, old man, let's find some errands to do."

On the contrary, the old man's eyes sparkled, he put his arms around his shoulders and said, "How about going to have fun with the old man at this time?"

Wang Xiaoyuan asked blankly: "Having fun? How to have fun?"

"The old man thought you were being controlled a lot earlier, now that your young master is away, let's go to the Drunken Spring Garden to play carefully. The girls there are all bee-waisted and snow-muscled, and they are pretty tight."

"This old man will take you to find flowers and ask Liu some questions..."

The old bamboo man leaned on his ear mysteriously and said.

"...a good taste of the bliss of the world."