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In the thirteenth year of Tang Xuanzong's middle school, a peasant uprising broke out. The economic lifeline of the Tang Dynasty in Jiangnan was hit by a yellow nest. Since then, the Tang Dynasty has existed and died.

Year after year, Prime Minister Cui Yin and the commander of the Imperial Guard, Sun Dezhao, defeated Liu Jidao and welcomed Tang Zhaozhong's return.

For four years, Chen Kuangyi rose up to revolt, all the dukes responded, Luoyang General Li will open the city gates, Chen Kuangyi forced Tang Sorrow Emperor Li Chan to change the country's name, for Liang Gao Zong, change the yuan to open the level, will surely be in Chang'an.

Chen Kuangyi said that the Empress divided the world into thirteen cities, with the founding of the Empire as the role of the City Lord to protect the Imperial Family. Emperor Chen comforted Li with the achievement of opening the city gates and handing over the position of the City Lord to Xifeng, which was located in the southwest.

At the same time, Xu Changqing, the supreme elder of the Xu family in the martial arts world, had nothing to do with the imperial court. At the same time, Xu Changqing, the supreme elder of the Xu family in the martial arts world, had nothing to do with the imperial court.

At the borders of the Liang Dynasty, some countries of the Western Regions were eyeing the fertile land of the Central Plains, and among them, the East and West Turkic forces were the most powerful.

"..."

There was a street in Washing Wind City. There was a Washing Wind Tower in Washing Wind Street. All kinds of people lived in this place.

The bowing waiter, the pretty lady, the well-meaning wealthy merchant, the powerful military officer, whether true or false, all wore smiles on their faces.

The little beggar girl, who had a bitter look on her face, seemed out of place. The restaurant owner did not rush him and just treated him like a fart. In this golden age, this kind of situation was extremely rare.

Perhaps it was because of this strange scene that the restaurant became even more lively.

As time passed, the shopkeeper would only open his eyes and close them. When he was in a good mood, he would give a heartless reward to this little beggar.

It was strange. This brat had never extended his hand to ask for more than a few taels of silver from nobles who came and went.

On the contrary, he had the attitude of a rogue who refused to give or bring down whatever he wanted.

Most of the guests in the building weren't soft-hearted people, but when they saw the pair of eyes of the beggar that was even clearer and more resolute than the gushing river, their hearts softened for no reason. How pitiful!

All these years, it was not like those rich families without power were looking for a beggar, wanting to take him as their foster son.

However, this poor wretch who did not know what was good for him had no sense of shame. He climbed up the hill and wanted to follow the example of Old Mister Zhuge, who was lying on the ground at Longgang. He made people think twice about him.

When a patient rich family went to invite him again and again, he replied, "I don't change my name, I don't change my family name, so I don't want to be that bastard San Nu Lü brat." He would make that rich guy angry to the point he swore to himself that he would just let this kid die on the outside.

However, there was one person who persevered. That person was the most powerful person in the city — City Lord Li. He was nicknamed "City Lord Li."

According to the characters of the older generation, why did it have such a domineering name? It was because once City Lord Li 'opened his eyes', he would become a fierce insect that would devour people.

The younger generation didn't believe that walking with wind, wasn't it because of fat?

"No wonder when the mayor walked on his own path, he could feel a fierce wind blowing around him! So it's Feng Conghu, the common saying of Yun Conglong! "

He was not like the others who would cry out for their mother after just toying with him a few times. He knew this important person so well that he was even more confident when playing around with him.

A few days ago, he sent a team of bailiffs to capture him, but he did not know what happened to them. At night, the forest was the most dangerous, and if they were to encounter a mountain tyrant like Gray Wolf or Big Worm, they would definitely be in grave danger.

In fact, Little Qian was thinking that if this group of bailiffs didn't try to hide from him, then his future days would be boring.

"..."

Outside of the city, a group of people were limping into the city, led by a burly man with a few rags hanging around his body. The most interesting part was the palm leaves around his waist.

The man's mouth was filled with curses. After all these years of marching, he wasn't even in such a sorry state during a war. However, after falling down and thinking of the youth with clear eyes, he muttered: "An immortal that doesn't eat the fire and smoke of the mortal world!"

As he finished speaking, he glared at the men, women, and children who were watching from the side of the road, "Look at the bird, I've never seen fashionable clothes before. I specifically changed them today."

After saying that, he circled around the crowd, and the bold civilians loudly replied, "You really are looking …" The big man's face immediately turned red, "Scram, I remember back when I was in the war, you little bastards still weren't born yet."

This kind of scene was quite common. It was unknown when it had started, but it had turned into a lively scene in the city. There was a storyteller who had come up with a good story.

After the meal and tea, they became the topic of conversation. Whenever there was something interesting to talk about, they would always receive a few more taels of crushed silver than usual. Great City Lord Li was not angry. Several times, he even shouted out the word "good" loudly, as if relying on this, he would be able to pass his life on.

The storyteller did his best to keep talking. The more he talked, the more excited he became. Unknowingly, Little Qian had become their food bowl.

In her spare time, Little Qian loved to compose poems. For example, "The sword has to worry about killing, the mother has to rain before she marries" "Sabres and swords are the most ruthless, but I want to be the doggerel of those who are in love" and many other people in the city.

The old scholar in the city couldn't wait to grab the boy and scold him, "What kind of thing is this b * tch working on? It's such a disgrace!"

"This young man does not know to worry, holding a brush in his hands. If this young man knows, he will worry, and the person who enters his dreams will not return."

He turned around and asked the old servant beside him, "How's the writing of these two lines?" The old servant said calmly.

"If the general was referring to the poem itself, then it would be nonsense. However, in terms of concept, there is something about the general's figure back then."

"Old He, you should be called Old Black. It's such a black humor that it can even flatter this general."

"If this City Lord had written such a poem back then, who would have dared to make a big fuss over such a crude martial art like this?"

All these years, I've actually suffered this kind of loss. But then again, didn't laozi rely on a red tasseled gun when I was in the top 10 or so? Let alone anything else, no one would be able to fight back when I entered my dreams … "It suits my heart well."

"Is the general going to tie him up himself?" The old servant lowered his body slightly and gave way to City Lord Li.

"How big is the mountain and where is the martial arts world? Old He, prepare the horse, I want to experience the taste of being a popinjay. This stinky brat is blaming me, he doesn't know how much I paid to save him all those years ago."

A ruined house, quietly lying on the stove in a city temple, the youth said, "Sharing the fire and smoke can be as long as heaven and earth."

It had been a long time since there was such a thing as a fire. This was the joy of a young man's suffering! A large skylight was opened inside the temple.

Every day, the youth would hum a song as he watched the stars flicker in and out of the sky and heard the sound of oars in the distance. In the dim light of the night, he would see the light shining in the distance, tracing back to the flowing lights.

A light breeze blew past, and the youth suddenly opened his eyes in alarm. He didn't know when, but it might have been his first time fighting with other beggars for food, or he might have come back limping from the forest with a fat hare in his hand. This deserted city temple, where no one would come from.

From the moment he became an orphan, he understood one thing, "Murder is no more than a head on the ground, life and death is no more than a blink of an eye." The boy had never told anyone that there was a red tassel gun under the stove in the city.

A shadow flashed, and the youth leapt up like a cheetah, a red tassel gun in his hand. All these years he had been fighting the beasts in the mountains to the death, and now it was the same. His spear struck out like a dragon, and it struck out with a cold and hard spear strike.

The black shadow clicked its tongue in wonder. An enemy killing spear that had been crafted within the span of more than a year had actually been secretly stored away. In this peaceful times, people usually hid a blunt blade out of the ordinary.

This boy, on the other hand, was completely lawless. However, this spear dance was truly beautiful. Although it was young, it did not lose its sharpness, and there was also a trace of killing intent that he had not seen for a long time.

"Brat, wait a minute, we've met before. At that time, I even hugged you." The shadow stopped him.

"I don't have any enmity towards you. With your kung fu, even if I don't attack or defend, you still won't be able to harm a single hair on my head …" "Well, you put down the gun, and we sat down and had a nice, peaceful talk. You haven't responded to me in all these years."

"Old man, don't think you can take advantage of me. Heaven is the father, the earth is the mother. What kind of relative do you think you are? I'll show you my killing weapon!" The lord of the spear attacked, but his spear thrust forth with only a faint trace of resentment.

"..."

Within the temple, a bonfire was lit, one old and one young, without looking lonely, "Kid, do you have wine?"

The youth was silent. His skills were inferior, but it did not mean that he had to humble himself or even lower himself to his knees. One had to have pride, just like a spear.

The old man continued, "Back then, I didn't like guns. I always thought they didn't have the aura of a white-robed swordsman like Xian`er, nor the heroic presence of a simple armored swordsman and a sabre guard."

"But after so many years, I feel that the spear is even more solid. It's like a pillar that supports the sky and points towards the ground with a domineering aura. With one spear in hand, I have the world. If I am unhappy, I will stab a hole through the heavens, causing the world to tremble in fear. "

"My name is Little Flea, I have a gun. I am an immortal from Wolong Gang. "I have sake wine, and I sleep in the river thinking about my hometown." The youth looked up at the starry sky, his mind wandering about.

"It doesn't matter to me who you are or who I am. After all these years, I actually found it not so embarrassing to be a beggar. "

"When you are hungry, eat a hundred meals; when you are tired, the sky will act as your bed. My soul is free, but my heart is still unwilling. You know what? The scene of that day, the humiliation from that day, were still vivid in his mind. He could not forget it, and he did not dare to forget it. I suppose you can help me, can't you? "Old bastard."

The teenager came back to his senses, blankly looking at the old man in embroidered clothes. Looking at his clear eyes, Mayor Li could not refuse, "Can you do it? If you don't move a bit, the martial world will no longer be regarded as the martial world. It will just be a pool of stagnant water."

"..."

After dawn, one old and one young, one horse entered the pavilion.