Chapter 19 Kansai Zhang Bu Shi

Da Kuang Dynasty, Guanzhong Province, Zhongdu.

The blue-gray tower stands, hanging from the ground to the sky, with a total of nine floors.

Unlike ordinary towers, the tower is not straight, but slightly tilted, like a curved green bamboo, obliquely up, as if it will collapse at any time, which is frightening.

I don't know that it has been standing in the land of the capital for nearly a hundred years. After two dynasties and three rebellions, it is still standing steadily.

As long as there is it, there will never be chaos in the middle. As long as there is the man in the tower, no matter how idiot the emperor of Da Kuang is, no prince will dare to commit it.

"Who will go to Liujing?"

The man in the tower asked, that his figure was not tall, wrapped in a dark coat, and his long forehead hung on his cheeks, which also covered his face in the haze.

He sat cross-legged, not on a low couch or a teacher's chair, but a blue void. In this way, he floated in the air, like a god. There was something faint flying behind him. Looking closely, it turned out to be a white tiger with wings on its back. It was like a strange beast, but it was only the size of a palm.

"I'd like to go."

"Someone is also willing to go."

......

The three disciples came forward to ask for orders one after another. The three were strange-looking. One of them was tall, but there was a one-horn on the top of his head. From a distance, it looked like a tumor, and it looked like a cone. Isn't it strange? On the left is a woman with peach blossoms on her cheeks, frowning and charming. She just wants to come forward and be warm. However, she is holding a blood whip in her hand. This whip is not independent, but connected to the woman's tall and round buttocks, which is actually her tail. On the left is a young man with a white face and no need. He looks like a scholar, but he has two ears and shoulders, his hands can be over his knees, and his forehead is slightly convex. He is the appearance of great wisdom in ancient books.

He is strange-looking and talented, and he is born with bottomless holes.

There are three bottomless caves as subordinates. In addition to the first handsome man in the world today, who else will there be?

But Zhongdu people know that he also has a fourth disciple.

"I'll go."

There were a few hoarse voices in the cold. The one-horned man in the middle showed a stunned face, but was stopped by the woman beside him, and the big-eared young man on the other side showed an inexplicable smile.

Uncle Da Kuang is a divine teacher, and everyone knows that countless families have racked their brains to worship under the emperor's door, but they have stopped because of that rule - if you want to worship under our door, you can, you only need to practice in the Zhongdu teaching ground for three years, and challenge my disciples three years later, choose any one, and the one who supports the three pillars of incense will be my fourth disciple.

The three disciples under the emperor's throne are all bottomless. Their cultivation strength is far beyond that of Tongji. They have been practicing for more than ten years. How can those playboys be able to reach after three years of practice? At first, there were still people who went to the teaching field to practice, and they were all seriously injured by the imperial uncle and disciple. From then on, no one family dared to step on the teaching field.

Until six years ago, a teenager in hemp shoes entered the Zhongdu teaching ground. Three years later, he went out of the customs and walked to the Zhongdu Tian Tower. The next day, the emperor's uncle issued an edict to the world and announced that he would accept the fourth disciple, and he was also the only person under his seat who was not born with a bottomless hole. The news came out, and Zhongdu and even the Da Kuang family were all in an uproar.

And this young man from Kansai, Zhang Bushi, has also been famous since then.

There is a poem: Kansai Zhang Bushi, Ma Lui visited a famous teacher, sharpened a sword in three years, and became known all over the world.

As the voice came out, a 17- or 18-year-old teenager came out of the shadow next to the temple pillar, casually swept over his three brothers and sisters, and stood with his arms in his arms.

"If a divine master is really born, Liujing has become a dangerous place. If you give alms, you need a tiger in the clouds."

When the voice fell, the two palm-to-big tigers roared and grinned at Zhang Bu.

"No need."

After saying that, Zhang Bushi turned around and walked out of the tower. The sun dispelled the darkness and fell on his cheeks. He frowned slightly and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

......

An Bochen would never have thought that he would inadvertently take a breath, which would attract the attention of two priests, and perhaps far more. The prosperous Liujing seems to be a peaceful atmosphere, with light clouds and light wind, but in fact, dark clouds are gradually rising and the undercurrent is surging.

At this time, An Bochen was sitting in the carriage, with a cloth bag of yellow towels beside him, holding a pile of rolls in his hand, and reading attentively.

These case files were found out of the prince's bedroom before he left. They recorded the affairs of the court that the prince was concerned about for several years and the transactions between him and the Duke of Huo. In the past, he often waited for him and the important ministers of the State of Liu to talk. Under the influence of his eyes, the things in the court were also slightly known, but at that time, An Bochen's heart Before wisdom was opened, even if the prince and the courtiers did not shy away at all, he listened in a muddle.

The carriage was on the bluestone road, bumping and swaying. An Bochen looked at the case file without distraction, but did not find that the girl opposite always glanced at him strangely from time to time.

After turning over the scroll from An Bochen, "Red Girl" felt a little strange. In her heart, the little servant wanted to practice was only fresh for a while. The most important thing was the thousand taels of gold, which was enough to make him worry about food and clothing in the second half of his life. However, after he got the gold, he did not look at the scroll more and looked at the volume wholeheartedly.

Does he still want to be an official?

Men will never be satisfied. Even a young man like An Bochen can't avoid vulgarity. He just embarked on the road of practice, and in a blink of an eye, he is greedy for glory. Skimmed her pink mouth, the red girl sighed secretly, turned her head aside, and looked out of the window at the long street with a lonely look.

After about half an hour, the carriage had long been far away from Zhuque Street and came to the ancient road of the Later Tang Dynasty near the palace. However, before the founding of the Liu people, there was a late Tang Dynasty in the south of the Yangtze River. The Tang Dynasty was romantic, and his poems and songs were all good. It has been passed down to the world. The king of Liu wanted to attract the old of the Later Tang Dynasty, so he named this city two miles away from the palace the post-Tang Dynasty. Tao, the opera was secretly promoted. In less than two hundred years, the opera was popular, and the poems and songs of the Tang Dynasty were suppressed. Although the ancient road still existed, the old people were no longer.

There is a lake beside the ancient road of the Later Tang Dynasty. The smoke waves are vast, the egrets play, and the water runs through the fireworks river, which is called Wangjun Lake. This is a well-known place for fireworks in Liu and even Da Kuang. Every night, the flute is played, the brothel receives guests, the theater opens, and there is an endless stream of tourists. There are often dignitaries who come to pack a painting and enjoy the play all night. What's more, even Liujun often wears white dragons and fish here and has fun with the people.

Although it is not the Later Tang Dynasty, this land in the south of the Yangtze River, even if it is replaced by seventeen or eight princes, it can't change its romantic nature that goes deep into the bone marrow.

"ARRATED?"

"Hmm."

An Bochen glanced out of the window and said without raising his head.

"Which painting?"

"Ye Laixiang."

"It's an elegant name."

"It was taken by the prince."

Raising his head, An Bochen said inexplicably. At this time, when he mentioned the prince's name, there was no more admiration and reverence in his tone.

While talking, the two had already walked out of the carriage. "Li Gongzi" naturally giggled and stayed in the car, and the old driver was also sent to the teahouse beside him to rest. Looking up, the colorful paintings are in groups and docked on the shore. There are more than a hundred of them. They are still so gorgeous in the daytime, not to mention the magnificence of thousands of lights at night. When the red-haired girl saw this scene for the first time, she couldn't help but be a little distracted and whispered a poem that An Bochen had never heard before.

Although the place name in the poem is strange, it can be compassionate, with a strong sadness. Those who hear it are gloomy and sad, but it is also a little appropriate.

Five days ago, An Bochen suffered a great disaster and narrowly escaped. He met the red girl in the road and returned to Liujing. In just five days, An Bochen had everything he wanted under the girl's magic calculation. He only had to find Jiuchenjun and set foot on the way home. However, at this time, An Bochen had no no nostalgia for this prosperous Liujing in his heart. Everything that was once worthy of his nostalgia disappeared after last night.

Taking a deep breath, An Bochen dissipated his feelings, raised his eyes and glanced to the shore, looking for the painting that Mr. Li had once tossed a lot of money.

Suddenly, a trace of chill appeared in his heart, which came out of thin air without any warning.

With a shock on his back, An Bochen stopped. The girl beside him frowned and was about to open his mouth when he saw An Bochen's face suddenly change and suddenly rushed at her.

"You..."

The red girl was shocked. In the afterglow, hundreds of feather arrows crossed her side and inserted into the water.

An Bochen's attack made the two avoid the rain of arrows. If it was half a minute late at night, I'm afraid that the two had become cold bodies at this time.

Turning his head and looking, he saw that on the embankment not far away, a group of knights wearing bronze masks were looking at this coldly. The bow string was pulled away, and the carriage carrying Li Gongzi had long been missing.

"C shoot!"

Seeing that An Bochen dodged the inevitable arrow array, the cavalry leader's eyes were strange, but he no longer hid. He waved his big hand and ordered to shoot the second round.

The river bank is open and can be seen at a glance. Only the painting wing behind it can be avoided, but even if it hides in the painting wing, it can't escape the arrow feathers after another.

Looking at each other, the two did not hesitate at the critical moment, and turned around and jumped into Wangjun Lake at the same time.

"Plop!"

The water splashed and rippled. The cavalry leader dodged, and the next moment appeared on the edge of the painting.

He took off his mask and showed a weather-beaten face, which was the famous general in the Duke of Huo's mansion.

He frowned, and a flash of Qinghua flashed in Huo Xiaosan's eyes. He stared carefully at the surface of the water and whispered coldly for a long time.

"It turns out that I can't swim."

As Huo Xiaosan said, An Bochen and Hong Fu are both dry ducks. If they hadn't been forced to a desperate situation, how could they jump into Wangjun Lake without thinking?

The lake was sparkling. In the lake, the young girl fluttered her hands and feet, and her face was full of pain, but her body could not stop sinking. Gradually, the clear blue lake became out of reach, and the surrounding water color had become dark blue. Occasionally, fish and shrimp swam, circled briskly around the two people, and then swam to the distance.

The good luck of these five days has been used up.

The belly had been filled with the lake. An Bochen thought desperately, and his eyes were swollen and painful. In the afterglow, An Bochen saw the girl struggling to dance her arms and trying her best to go upstream.