Dear wolf friends, the book "Balang" will continue to be exciting since Yang Yanrong enters the Central Plains. One after another beauties will appear in pink. Everyone is looking forward to it. Throw in your tickets and collections. Yang Yanrong will not let everyone down.
Yang Yanrong attached great importance to the corpse of his previous life, and he just found a mountain col with good scenery to bury it. In his words, this was his ancestral tomb. Whether he could prosper in the Song Dynasty in the future, it was just a matter of time.
Let’s see if we can rely on the blessings of our ancestors’ graves.
The tombstone was very simple. I just found a piece of wood and used Sang Yuchu's sword to cut it into a sign. I called it "reasonable use". Sang Yuchu was so angry that he stamped his feet, but there was nothing he could do about it. It was so heavy and heavy.
Naturally, it was not Yang Yanrong, a seriously injured person, to do the physical work. Seeing Sang Yuchu who was very busy, this boy was lying aside and enjoying himself secretly.
An angry Sang Yuchu cut the sign and threw it at Yang Yanrong's feet, humming: "What does it say? Does it say Xu Ke's tomb?"
"Tch!" Xu Ke looked at this cold-faced beauty with a pouted mouth with disdain, snorted, and said with dignity: "How can such an ancient and backward inscription be suitable for a genius like me? Why, it says: His
His death proves that the theory of space-time curve is completely correct. The birth of another genius will definitely inherit and carry forward the glorious tradition of the former. Rest in peace! Great genius."
What kind of strange inscription is this? What kind of space-time curve? Sang Yuchu felt that his head was about to get big, and he snorted: "Write it yourself if you want. I don't have the time to write such boring things."
Yang Yanrong did not object. He smiled faintly and said: "Okay, I will write as long as I want, but I will take care of you with my pen and ink!"
Naturally there was no writing in such a simple place, so Ke'er took a piece of wood with a black charcoal head and handed it to Yang Yanrong.
Yang Yanrong borrowed Sang Yuchu's sword to sharpen the wooden stick and started writing. Sang Yuchu's master and apprentice both came over and saw that his writing was moving quickly and quickly, and soon, a strange inscription appeared on it.
It was born on his hands.
Sang Yuchu let out a chuckle, "If you don't know how to write, just say so! If you have to show off, look at what you've written. It's all typos. I'm not afraid that others will laugh at you if they see it!"
Ke'er also nodded, pursed her lips, her face turned red, and she wanted to laugh but didn't dare to. Yang Yanrong felt sad for her.
It's a pity that Yang Yanrong didn't have any consciousness at all. With a straight face, he looked at Sang Yuchu and then at Ke'er, and then he said seriously: "Have you ever seen someone who can't write write this character so beautifully?
Of?"
When he said this, Sang Yuchu was stunned for a moment. After a closer look, he saw that the pen was moving, the dragon was moving, the sword was tense, and the silver hook and the iron were making strokes. It could be said that it was so penetrating. Sang Yuchu was shocked and felt good.
What a beautiful calligraphy hand! Without ten or twenty years of skill, he would never be able to write such a powerful handwriting. If such a person could write a whole article full of typos, it would be really ridiculous.
You must know that although Yang Yanrong was not a good person in his previous life, his cursive calligraphy is very famous in the business world. Many billionaires are willing to spend tens of thousands of dollars to get a copy of his calligraphy. Even domestic calligraphy
The home associations sent invitations to him to join, but he rejected them all. In his words: Although I have a bad character, I still know myself, so I don’t want to embarrass others.
Is this really a font that I have never seen before? This guy didn't tell me earlier, would he laugh at me pretending to understand? Sang Yuchu felt quite uneasy, his expression was a little awkward, and his hands were full of embarrassment.
I don’t know where to put it, and the jade noodles are all red.
Ke'er secretly stuck out her tongue and said to herself that it was lucky that I didn't laugh at Brother Yang. The handwriting was so beautiful. Even the master couldn't write such beautiful handwriting. She couldn't help but secretly regretted the previous slander against Brother Yang.
This is the simplified calligraphy of later generations. Even if you search all the people in the world, you will never find anyone who can recognize this font, let alone the two masters and apprentices. Of course, Yang Yanrong would not say this.
He smiled lightly, pretending to be incomprehensible, and had no comment on the performance of this beautiful pair of masters and apprentices. He handed the sign to Ke'er and said: "Help me insert it firmly, don't let it blow by the wind."
fall."
Ke'er chuckled and said mischievously: "That's possible! What if there is a strong wind and I get blown down?"
Yang Yanrong shrugged, smiled, and said: "Unless it's a Category 12 typhoon! But that's impossible!"
Ke'er put up the sign, the three of them tidied up, and left the col.
There is nothing to miss here. Sang Yuchu’s biggest enemy is dead, and the secluded cabin has been destroyed. Naturally, he will not go back. Fortunately, there are not many things, and there is no need to go back and pack them. The three of them drove to Jiancong.
Heading towards the Central Plains.
This place is located in the area north of Yanmen Pass in Shanxi, and is now under the jurisdiction of the Liao Kingdom. At the time when the Song and Liao Dynasties were in confrontation, both countries deployed heavy troops in the Yanmen Pass area and were heavily defensive. Naturally, they were afraid that the other side's spies would come in to spy on the military situation. Therefore, the precautions were extremely strict.
, if they want to enter the Central Plains safely, they must not take the main road.
Fortunately, Sang Yuchu often walked around the rivers and lakes and was very familiar with the trails around Yanmen Pass. Even so, he walked for three days and climbed several mountains before entering the territory of the Song Dynasty.
After asking some passers-by on the road, I found out that the guard at Yanmen Pass was none other than Yang Yanrong's father, Yang Jiye. However, he had already returned to Beijing to take up his post a month ago.
The three of them were originally going to the capital, and although they couldn't see Yang Laolinggong right away, they didn't feel it was a pity. It was only a few hundred miles from Yanmen to Kaifeng, the capital, but the transportation in this era was extremely underdeveloped and the official roads were not clear.
, either mountain trails or dense virgin forests.
Yang Yanrong had to lament that this era is really too backward. In his previous life, it only took half a day to get there from Shanxi to Kaifeng, Henan. But now he has to travel and sleep overnight, walking through forests and crossing rivers.
He, after walking for several days, was so exhausted that he was miserable. He had never practiced martial arts before. In the past few days, Sang Yuchu and his wife had not shown any sign of fatigue. Instead, they looked in high spirits.
This made Yang Yanrong feel aggrieved, and secretly swore in his heart that he would find a good master and learn boxing for a few days, so as not to fall down from exhaustion while traveling with a woman.
He thinks this way, not because he really wants to practice martial arts well to do some gratifying things, but simply because he wants to seduce the beauties in the martial arts world. He can push down one after another strong martial arts heroines, this is him
My biggest wish.
Of course, this extremely difficult thing is very challenging. Without a strong body, strong martial arts, and a smart mind, it would be impossible to do it in one go. Although he also wanted to learn a few tricks from Sang Yu
Kung Fu, but he still couldn't lose the face to beg her. Even if he wanted to learn, he would have to wait until he pushed this chick down before learning. Then, hum! Thinking about it, the corners of his mouth were drooling, and he