"It's rainy and cold, so why not walk by the apricot blossoms? Last year's harvest was light and light." Huanxisha
"So powerful?" Lou Fa was originally a river thief who joined Gan Ning by chance. He followed him in the rivers in his early years. When he met wealthy merchants, he let them pass if he liked them, and killed people and stole goods if he didn't.
But speaking of it, Lou Fa and others have never seen any famous or powerful high-ranking people in Ba County for so many years. Now Gan Ning was stunned for a moment by what he said, and then flattered him and said: "High-ranking people are not born with high status." My sect, my ancestors also came from humble backgrounds, and they were lucky enough to gain fame, so their descendants will benefit from it. If my eldest brother can gain fame today, he will definitely not be worse than these high-ranking sects in the future!"
These words touched Gan Ning's heart. When a man is alive, what he cares about is fame and wealth. Gan Ning was particularly fond of 'wealth' in his life. He laughed, raised his wine bowl to Lou Fa, and said, "Wait a minute." After this vote, we brothers will share the wealth and honors!"
Everyone drank a bowl of wine together, and then heard Shen Mi, who was sitting opposite Lou Fa, say: "Strange, it was agreed that after Sun Zhao fights with those big tribes, we can respond to the call and send troops. How come we are here?" No one has come to inform me yet? Could it be that something unexpected happened?"
Gan Ning looked at the empty wine bowl and said nothing for a while, but he didn't know what he was thinking.
He was originally curious about the identity of the old man he bumped into at Gao Jing's house, so he looked for an opportunity to find Pei Jun's house. He didn't expect to get into such a situation with the prefect Gao Yu and others. Gan Ning inquired about the war in Hanzhong It was clear to him that in his opinion, Yizhou could not withstand the imperial troops when Hanzhong had lost its natural security and most of the powerful people had chosen to surrender the city.
This was the time to rely on him, and Pei Jun was a legitimate secret envoy of the imperial court. He was deeply in love with Pei Mao, the coach of the Southern Expedition, and his son. He could not fake his identity, and he was not afraid of not being able to fulfill the promises he made. He was better than Lai Min, who was fake and mighty. With more than a little knowledge, Gan Ning would naturally make a more appropriate choice to kick out the middleman Lai Min and directly establish a relationship with the court.
But after the matter was decided, Gan Ning was still thinking about the old man who had aroused his curiosity and made him take the initiative to enter the urn. Unfortunately, after asking for a long time afterwards, Pei Jun only said that the old man was under Emperor Xiaohuan. He was a Huben Lang at that time and was famous in the capital for his swordsmanship. Now he serves in the Pingzhun Supervisor. As for the whereabouts of the old man, he was busy contacting the rangers from all over Yizhou, and even went to other important matters elsewhere.
Just when I was regretting not being able to meet again, the curtain outside the tent was suddenly opened by the wind, and an old man with gray hair appeared outside the door as if he had emerged from the ground. He was unshaven and his hair was as disheveled as if he hadn't been combed for many days. However, in the light rain and cold weather, he was only wearing a rough short brown shirt, with two dark and strong calves exposed at the hem of the clothes, and he didn't even wear shoes on his feet.
The old man didn't say anything. He raised his eyes and looked into the tent. His eyes were as familiar as the cold pool of the abyss. Gan Ning almost couldn't help but stand up.
Gan Ning restrained his turbulent mood in time, quietly stretched out his hand to press the desk, and asked in a deep voice: "Why is it so late, old man?"
"Why is it too late at this time?" The old man walked in majestically with his mud feet. Gan Ning liked luxury the most. He would tie the boats together with brocade when they docked, and then cut them off together when leaving. So even the military tent was covered with high-quality felt rugs. Now these neat and shiny rugs were marked with black footprints by the old man, like white jade stains.
Gan Ning moved his eyes away from the footprints. He didn't cherish these belongings very much in his heart. He was just surprised by the other party's rudeness: "Are we going to send troops now?"
"Liu Mao and Sun Zhao are besieging the Prefectural Mufu. If we don't fight now, when will we wait?" The old man stopped in front of Gan Ning's case. Cold rain was still dripping from his body, but he was completely unaware of it. There was no trace of anything at all. Feeling cold.
Speaking of Liu Mao, the son who made such a fuss in front of his father's death, Gan Ning felt angry. Putting aside the interests involved, Liu Yanzeng was also very kind to him. Back then, when he dominated the river, he seemed to be prosperous, but actually He had been arrested by the government, but fortunately, he was given a peace order by Liu Yan, who had just entered the Shu region, and then he came ashore with his name cleared. Because Gan Ning was a well-educated scholar, he was promoted to be a strategist, and later he filled the position of Shu Commandery. Lou Fa and Shen Mi, hundreds of servants and guests, were also transformed into county soldiers.
If Liu Mao, a kid, was not too arrogant and looked down on Gan Ning, a former thief, Liu Yan gave him a clear explanation during his last moments a few days ago, telling him not to worry about Liu Hao anymore and boldly follow Pei Jun's instructions. , Gan Ning might have followed Liu Hao to cause trouble because of their old friendship with Liu Yan.
Fortunately, Liu Yan behaved decently and gave him a way out, so that they could continue to transfer Gan Ning's kindness to Liu Yan to Liu Dan and others, without making Gan Ning caught between repaying his late master's kindness and his future fame and fortune. Do it. This made Gan Ning join Pei Jun and others' camp at the last moment. He first pretended to play this trick in front of Liu Mao and others, and then turned back.
"Okay! I promise you!" Gan Ning said simply, "But I have a condition."
"What conditions?" The old man raised his eyebrows and said loudly.
Gan Ning looked at the old man's waist and said word by word: "You have to fight me with a sword first."
"What!" Everyone in the hall was shocked and stood up one by one to stop him.
"Brother! This is not allowed!"
"It's so good, why should I compete with him?"
"Shut up!" Gan Ning looked at the middle-aged man and said with fighting spirit: "I could see it when we first met. Although you are old, the aura you give me is like a cutting edge. A sharp sword! You are a great swordsman, not a nobody!"
"Okay, I'll compete with you!" When the old man heard this, he suddenly showed a bit of pride, like an old lion whose long-lost fighting spirit was inspired. He saw that Gan Ning had already drawn his sword and left. When he came down, he knew that the opponent was also a good swordsman, and the fighting spirit he had not experienced in many years was suddenly aroused by the opponent. He turned to hold the short sword at his waist, pressed the sword grid with his right thumb, and tightened the middle three fingers. Holding the hilt of the sword, the end of the hilt was hidden in his palm, held in place by his curled little finger.
This is the easiest position to exert force, and it is also the most commonly used killing move among swordsmen in competitions. As long as he thrusts the sword forward, the force he uses can be transferred from the body to the arm, and then from the arm to the palm, from the tightly against the The sword point in the palm of the hand is focused to the tip of the sword, destroying the enemy with one blow.
It is said that when Zhuan Zhu assassinated King Liao of Wu, the fish intestine sword was too soft and could not penetrate the chest. But now the old man is holding a hard iron-like sword in his hand, and he uses such a posture, which means that with one move, he can Killing move. "Xing Han Dynasty", ""Reading novels, chatting about life, looking for close friends~