The curtain is wide open and there is a feast, and the Qiang Rong celebrate their hard work.
Drunk and golden armor dance, thunder stirs the mountains and rivers.
Adjusting the arrows and calling the eagle, they all heard the extraordinary ability.
The running fox will swarm the pheasant and sweep away the ancient hills.
——"Two Songs with Zhang Pushesai" Lu Lun (Tang Dynasty)
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At midnight, in Luoma City, Chengdu, there is an independent small building in a small courtyard. The small building is ordinary in shape, with mottled exterior walls and covered with green ivy. The windows of the small building are covered with thick curtains.
You can't see any lights from outside.
The small building is covered with thick Persian carpets. The walls are covered with gold foil and gems are embedded in the walls. It is magnificent and luxurious, comparable to the Golden Palace. On the treasure cabinet on one side of the wall, there is a dazzling array of rare treasures. Anyone can see it.
Unexpectedly, there is such a huge contrast between the inside and outside of the small building.
The two-story attic is as warm as spring. More than a dozen Hu people are drinking milk tea, smoking hookah, and puffing on clouds. These people are the leaders of the Hu people who are doing business in Bashu. They come from Sogdia, Dashi, Persia, Qiuci, and
In the Turkic and other countries in the Western Region, each family is so rich that it rivals the country.
The silence was finally broken. A barbarian leader in his prime stood up, bowed deeply, made a flame shape with his hands on his chest, and said to the man in black sitting in the middle: "I swear in the name of the true god Ahura Maz.
, be loyal to the wolf god Ashina!”
The other oldest Sogdian also stood up, put his right hand on his chest, and bowed slightly. He smiled slyly and said to the man in black: "My family is also willing to follow the wolf god Ashina! I hope to destroy the Tang Dynasty.
Finally, the Wolf God can fulfill his promise and leave the Bashu generation to our families to run the business."
Seeing the loyalty of these two people, the others also expressed their stance. They cut their palms with boning knives, dripped their blood into kumiss, and swore a blood oath.
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After reaching the agreement, everyone dispersed.
The older Sogdian man boarded the carriage and walked to the alley. At the entrance of the alley, there was a couple making red oil pot helmets. The pot helmet stall and the furnace occupied one third of the alley. The alley was narrow and the carriage was wide. The pot helmets were suddenly filled with people.
The stall is blocked at the alley.
The Sogdian people wondered that although the Shu people loved late-night snacks and stayed up late at night, often staying up all night to drink and feast. But the Mule and Horse Market was not a night market. How could anyone set up a stall so late?
The Sogdian waved and asked the retinue to get out of the car to inquire about the situation.
The couple who made Juntun pot helmets were Brother Liu and Sister Liu who were familiar to Bai Fu. In front of the stall, Aunt Liu lit the fire and Brother Liu stretched out the dough. They were very busy. Brother Liu kneaded the dough on the chopping board and kneaded it properly.
Put the pasta into the oven. After a while, use tongs to take out the Guokui. The freshly baked Guokui is charred on the outside and tender on the inside. Add braised beef offal and serve with red oil sauce. The aroma is overflowing.
The guard arrogantly walked to the pot helmet stall, took a piece of pot helmet, chewed it, and shouted: "Get out! Don't block the master's way!"
Brother Liu was neither anxious nor annoyed, and smiled honestly at his subordinate. He stretched out the dough in his hands, picked out a piece of dough about the size of an egg, and kneaded it twice. The dough turned into a pocket cake with thick and hollow sides.
Seeing that Brother Liu ignored him, he overturned the stall and punched Brother Liu in the face. Brother Liu did not move his legs or body. He grabbed it with his hand and pocketed it in the wind. The pocket cake was like a cloth bag.
The officer's head was trapped. The officer felt his face was wet and slippery, his mouth and nose were stuffy, his body swayed, and he slowly fell down.
The Sogdians had just thought that the pot helmet stall was suspicious, and seeing that the situation was not good, they ordered the carriage driver to turn around and flee.
The rest of the retinue took out their scimitars, roared angrily, and rushed towards Brother Liu.
Brother Liu raised his hand and threw several cooked pot helmets like a plate. The pot helmets spun rapidly, like high-speed rotating discus, sticking to each other and causing injuries. In the blink of an eye, all the followers were taken away one by one.
knock down.
Mrs. Liu threw out a rope, three times five divided by two, and the few followers were tied into rice dumplings.
After packing up the entourage, Mrs. Liu nodded, Brother Liu picked up a pile of pot helmets, touched the water like a dragonfly, and chased after them.
Brother Liu crossed the house and jumped over the ridge, and quickly caught up with the carriage. Several pot helmets flew out, and with the help of the rebound from the square wall, they circled in front of the coachman and knocked him off the carriage.
In desperation, the Sogdian leaned out of the front door of the carriage and rode the horse himself to escape.
Brother Liu jumped off the roof, flew into the street, crouched down, looked at the route of the carriage, ducked down, and threw the remaining pot helmets.
The pot helmet flew out spinning against the ground, drawing a strange arc, bypassing the carriage wheels, and slashing towards the four hooves of the horse pulling the carriage.
"Woo"
The two horses' ankles were hit by the pot helmets, and they fell to the ground with a long hiss. The carriage overturned, rolled twice, and turned upside down with its wheels spinning.
The Sogdian man was beaten to pieces and his face was covered with blood. He climbed out of the carriage tremblingly, knelt down on the ground, and kept kowtowing to Brother Liu and begging for mercy.
Brother Liu smiled honestly, stretched out his broad and fat palm in front of the Sogdian man, and said sincerely: "The shop is small and the profit is small, and it never takes credit. White-faced pot helmets cost a lot a piece, and red oil pot helmets cost five bucks a piece. I just spent fifteen
Zhang cake, seven meat and eight vegetarian dishes.
Boss, I know you have money. Why don’t you settle the bill first?!"
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After the business was done, the man in black in the small building relaxed and drank with the owner of the small building, a bearded Persian.
The man in black suddenly noticed that there had been a few barking dogs from time to time, but now the whole street was silent. The man in black became alert and hurriedly dressed and tidied up.
The cheeky Persian smiled and said: "General, don't panic. Even if you are discovered by the government, it doesn't matter. I have a secret passage here that leads directly to the Jinjiang River. I have my private boat on the Jinjiang River, which can flow downstream into the Minjiang River."
The bearded Persian and the man in black escaped from the secret tunnel and walked for several miles. The tunnel became increasingly humid, and it was probably not far from the water.
After exiting the secret passage, the bearded Persian put the man in black on a small boat. The two embraced each other and said goodbye according to the etiquette of the barbarians.
Seeing the boat go away, the bearded Persian smiled contemptuously...
As soon as the small boat entered the Minjiang River, a huge building boat came through the waves. The big flag on the building boat was fluttering, with three characters written on it: "Minjiang Gang!"
A man stood on the bow of the boat, strong and tall, with a heroic appearance, and shouted: "The Thirteen Taibao of the Minjiang Gang are here, and the tiger is still stopping the boat!" The person who came was none other than Bai Fuxiao - Chen Honghu.
When the boatman saw this, he dismantled the oars and threw them into the river. Then he jumped into the river.
The boat was spinning in the water with no one in charge. The man in black had great martial arts skills and superb riding skills, but he didn't understand the nature of water and was helpless.
Minjiang helped the big boat set up its sails, and with the wind and lightning, it charged towards the small boat. The bow of the big boat was wrapped in iron armor, like a sharp knife, which instantly crushed the small boat and split it into pieces.
The man in black fell into the water with a splash. He struggled desperately in the water, tossed and turned several times, and finally sank into the river.
Chen Honghu, the Thirteenth Taibao, smiled at each other and the scribe beside him, and with an order, a dozen brothers on the boat jumped into the water. In less than a stick of incense, the man in black was captured.
The man in black was tightly bound with wet tendons, and his expression was sluggish. It was obvious from a glance that he had been drinking water from the river.
Chen Honghu hugged the scribe and said, "Master Wen, please report back to Gang Leader Jiang, the Minjiang Gang has fulfilled its mission!"