There was a scorching wind on both sides, and even breathing made his throat sting. However, the young man named Yuan still had to exert all his strength to keep up with the monk in front of him. He looked at the monk carrying his shoulders.
Holding an 800-pound water-milled Zen staff, he ran like a rabbit with his legs spread wide and his eyes twitched.
Why didn't you see that this guy could run away so well?
"Chen Yi, hey, take a rest."
"Chen Yi, Xuanzang, Xuanzang!"
"Can't you run anymore?"
After shouting several times, the monk turned around and grinned, showing his white teeth:
"But we have to hurry."
"There are very few people in the desert, and even if there are, they are just sand pirates who come and go like the wind."
"Now that the weather is clear, we have to hurry a little while the temperature has not yet risen and find rocks to avoid the hottest part of the day. Otherwise, the small amount of water will not be enough to drink."
The monk's tone was brisk, he looked at the man carrying the sword behind him and said:
"Chen Yuan, if you can't run, I'll help you."
"However, we have no way to turn back now."
The monk was very proud when he smiled, feeling a little gloating about his misfortune.
Chen Yuan wanted to hit his bald head with a fist.
The young monk named Xuanzang swayed, holding the Zen staff in his left arm and Chen Yuan in his right hand. He lifted him up at once, and the speed of his feet increased again, breaking through the wind and sand in front of him. He was as tall as a god, and he was holding handfuls of
The sand hit his face, giving Chen Yuan, who was dressed as a Chang'an ranger, a mouthful.
His face was full of frustration.
who I am?
Where am I?
Why should I follow this guy around outside?
………………
The reason for such a thing starts from half a year ago.
Chen Yuan.
People from Luoyang.
Gaozu was once the prefect of the Northern Wei Dynasty, a first-class feudal official.
He and Chen Xuanzang are considered brothers of the same clan, but they are far apart. Not to mention his own family, Chen Yi and Chen Xuanzang's family is much better than his. The latter's grandfather was a doctor of the Great Sui Dynasty, and his father was more or less a county magistrate.
But later his parents passed away when he was five and ten years old.
Both brothers Chen Xuanzang are monks.
As for him, Chen Yuan.
When he was young, he knitted straw sandals for others and later became a cook.
Finally one day I got angry and turned the pot over.
Eat if you like, get out if you don’t.
Relying on some martial arts passed down from his ancestors, he became famous and became a knight-errant.
That is, the violent and uncooperative homeless people under the rule of Chang'an in the Tang Dynasty.
When I have nothing to do, I practice with those bad guys every day.
He was even more angry at the young bamboo horse. It happened that that guy passed the imperial examination. During the Sui Dynasty, he had to ask for various recommendations. But in the Tang Dynasty, he could "take the exam by himself" with an ultimatum, and he could sign up for reference, and he actually passed the exam.
Already.
As a result, I went to Chang'an City when I was a child.
I also heard that a distant relative of my own, Xuanzang, known as the thousand-mile horse of Buddhism, also arrived in Chang'an.
So this knight-errant beat up the bad guys in a street from head to toe, and then carried his luggage to Chang'an City amid a "farewell", so-called relying on his own strength.
But he never expected that the monk could fight better than him.
However, after entering Chang'an, he lived some happy days. Although the Tang Dynasty had just been established, Chang'an City still had its own atmosphere. Although the knights did not use force, they still felt happy walking around in the city.
………………
Spring of the first year of Zhenguan
Chang'an.
In a certain mansion.
On the big tree in the backyard, a ranger is hanging upside down on the tree, carrying a Tang Dynasty sword on his back, with his high ponytail hanging down, dangling there. Where are the two koi carps in the pond in the yard?
Swim around.
The spring day was still a bit chilly, and a bulging little guy was watching the fish there.
The ranger who came to hang out and avoid a certain monk was bored.
“What’s so cool about fish?”
"How about I cook a fish for you?"
The little guy first widened his eyes and said, "No!"
After a long while, he pursed his lips and said:
"Is it tasty?"
"Is it tasty?"
The knight was so happy that he turned over and sat on the tree, stretched out a finger, patted the bag on his back, and said proudly: "No one in our Chenjia Town in Luoyang dares to say that my food is not good.
eat!"
"So it's delicious?"
Chen Yuan scratched his head and said: "...it doesn't matter."
He and this little guy got acquainted accidentally one day.
It's rare to see someone with the same greedy mouth.
Moreover, this big house is quite deserted, so this little guy feels quite lonely without anyone caring about him.
You'll recognize it after going back and forth.
I just didn't expect him to be so precocious at the age of three. He was much stronger when he was more than three years old.
The little guy pointed at Chen Yuan's eyes and said, "But...you lost another fight?"
"Tsk, what do you mean?"
You Xia'er was not convinced, swayed and fell down, put a hand on the little guy's head, and said dissatisfied: "My martial arts are well-known in Luoyang, but who knew that the monk could be so strong?"
?”
His head went cold when he thought of that weirdo who directly used the Buddha bell to exert himself.
One hand holds a Buddhist bell, and the other hand holds a pen to copy scriptures.
Be obedient...
A few years ago, when the world was at war, the flames of war even reached Chang'an.
Chen Xuanzang, who was sixteen years old at the time, walked alone for seven years in troubled times in order to learn Buddhism.
It's no big deal, but I've traveled all over China.
That's outrageous.
The ranger, who was also a martial arts practitioner, was confused.
He once asked, when the world was in chaos and princes everywhere were fighting, where did you get the dry food and transportation?
The monk just smiled and didn't answer.
That smile... Chen Yuan always felt that he was feeling uncomfortable in his heart.
The little guy stretched out his fleshy little hand and pressed his eyes, and sighed: "Brother Chen, what are you doing again... Don't be brave if you can't beat him. You are obviously not strong in martial arts, but you still have to be so talkative.
Tune.”
"Who says I'm not strong in martial arts? It's just that this time is a bit special."
The knight-errant is showing off his strength.
"If it's not Master Xuanzang, who are you fighting with?"
"…………"
After several urgings, he finally reluctantly replied: "He is my childhood friend."
"He now has an official status. We haven't seen each other for a long time, so we had a martial arts competition."
"Ah, did you fight with the Xuanjia Army?"
"No……"
You Xia'er said a little aggrievedly: "He is a candidate for the new imperial examination and a civil servant."
The little guy was stunned, then stuck out his tongue:
"Civil officials can't beat you. Brother Chen, you are a disgrace."
Chen Yuan was furious and was about to speak when he heard the sound of footsteps in the distance. The place here was very strict. That is to say, for some reason, even though he had been growing up in his hometown, a very brave ranger dared to come in and wander around. He immediately put his finger to his lips.
, signaling for silence, with a sway of his body, a few leaps, and he was already hiding behind the old tree.
Almost the next moment, a beautiful woman walked in from outside.
The first is a woman who is slightly older, but her appearance remains the same. Next to her is a middle-aged man dressed as a charlatan. He has a black and white long-distance running sound, and his hair is tied up with a wooden hairpin. The overall attire is like a Confucian, not a Confucian, and a Taoist.
Non-Tao, his temperament is as gentle as jade, his eyes are peaceful.
He raised his eyes and glanced at the old tree with a half-smile.
The older woman said: "Sir, please wait a moment."
Then he was summoned, and soon two handsome young men came in and saluted respectfully.
The woman pointed at the two young men and asked, "Sir, what do you think of these two young men?"
The elegant man just glanced at it and said calmly:
"You can reach the third rank in officialdom and protect your family, but you can't really make a career in it. It's not considered rich."
The female relatives around them exclaimed, "A third-grade official is not considered very noble?"
But think about it, the owner of this family was engaged in lumber and was a wealthy businessman in the area. He once generously donated money, food and clothing to the Holy Army, which is why he has his current status. He is the new noble of the entire hall. He has been named Ying Guogong.
A third-grade item is naturally extremely rare in an ordinary person's home, but it seems to be common in this home.
The woman seemed quite displeased with this conclusion, and immediately called in another beautiful girl.
"This is the eldest daughter. What do you think, sir?"
The girl bowed to the gentleman, who looked at her, shook his head and said:
"This girl is expensive but unfavorable to husband."
Mrs. Yongrong was still not satisfied.
This kind of facial recognition is sometimes similar to gambling, you always want to get the best.
So a servant picked up the chubby little guy and asked the fortune teller to take a closer look. Because he failed to get the results he wanted several times in a row, he deliberately hid the child's true gender and said:
"What about this kid?"
Mr. Ruya glanced at it with a surprised look on his face, then became more solemn and said slowly:
"Dragon eyes and phoenix neck are extremely valuable."
Then he said regretfully:
"If you are a woman, your future is limitless, and you will definitely be the master of the world in the future!"
The graceful woman was quite happy when she heard the first sentence.
But then the second sentence blocked her from saying that this little guy was a woman.
So he had no choice but to cover up the matter in embarrassment, but a sense of contempt arose in his heart. He just said that the physiognomy was unparalleled in the world, that's it? How could a woman become an emperor? He immediately led the alchemist to the front to receive him.
The guy was young after all. After a while, he came back alone and dejected.
The ranger came down and saw the fruit that had just been placed on the table. He wiped the fruit with his lapel and stuffed it into his mouth.
Seeing the little guy who seemed to have been spoken to by his mother, he couldn't hold back the fruit, so he had to pretend to comfort him:
"Don't listen to what that charlatan said. Let me tell you, I have seen many of these guys in my hometown."
"It's okay. You, a little girl, are the master of the world."
He knelt down slightly and rubbed the little guy's hair.
The little guy murmured: "My mother warned me that if I said this to others, I would be beheaded."
"This is the first time I see my mother and brother so angry."
"Brother Chen, if I become the master of the world, will you still treat me well?"
When the little guy who was not favored asked this question, You Xiaer gave an answer without hesitation, and painfully handed the jelly beans he had saved to the little guy, watching her childishly turn negative.
Wei Qing, with his legs crossed and nibbling fruit next to him, was also happy, but he couldn't think of it.
Decades later, when he stood under the splendid Ming Palace, what fell on him was a gaze so cold that he could not recognize it, and the shadow of swords and axes behind the screen. There was a heavy pressure on the golden palace, and the spring breeze in the south of the Yangtze River outside the Great Wall.
, I walked through the deserted snow-capped mountains, but in the end I couldn't get out of the memories of my old friends or my own heart. Did the old knight at that time also think that everyone would change?
And when the familiar person has already changed his appearance, has the old friend in his memory also died?
But at this moment, You Xia'er just wanted to vent his anger on his 'comrades' in Chang'an.
So when the warlock walked out of the martial arts mansion.
He made an appointment and stopped her on the street. He held a spring wicker in his mouth, held it with his arms around his waist, and made a cut-off deal.
The elegant man, who looked like a Confucian but not a Confucian, looked like a Taoist but not a Taoist, smiled and said:
"You really came..."
As expected, the words "You are here" still haven't left the mark.
The ranger spat out the willow leaves from his mouth.
Exhale loudly!
He suddenly jumped out, raised his spine, and punched out his right fist like a dragon!
Actually like a dragon!
At this moment, all the bad guys in Luoyang were beaten into a pile with him!
At this moment, the anger of being bullied by the monk ignited!
In this life, what I hate most is the magic stick!
Then his right fist hit Mr. Ruya hard on the right eye socket.
The elegant man took a step back unsteadily.
There was a big bruise on that fair skin.
Like an iron-eating beast.
You Xiaer blew his fist and sneered: "Fortune teller?"
"Has my fist been counted?!"
The corners of the elegant warlock's mouth twitched and he rubbed his eyes.
In the end, the two were arrested by the Tang Dynasty criminals for street fighting.
This was the first meeting between Yuan Tiangang and Chen Yuan in Datang.
Ps: Today's first update... 3,600 words.
The story of the Tang Dynasty is still a relatively important node~
I searched a lot of information and prepared it (my smoking hand trembled slightly)
After all, I am not the kind of person who is very powerful. I can only write the story as interesting and interesting as possible. Moreover, it is the Three Kingdoms and the Great Qin Dynasty, which is a rare important core point in ancient history. I hope I can write it well.