"Zhao Keman, Hu Ying, Wu Gou, Shuang Xueming. The silver saddle shone on the white horse like a meteor.
Kill a person every ten steps, leave no trace for a thousand miles. When the matter is over, I will brush my clothes and leave. I will hide in a deep place and tell my name.
When he passed Xinling to drink, he took off his sword and put it on his knees. Prepare to roast meat to eat Zhu Hai, holding a cup to persuade Hou Ying.
Three cups of wine, spit out the promise, the five mountains fall to the light. Dazzled and hot, the mood is always bright.
Handan was shocked when he saw Zhao's golden hammer. Qianqiu two strong men, bright and bright Daliang City.
Even if he died, he would not be ashamed of the heroes of the world. Who can write your name, the White-headed Tai Xuan Sutra?”
Li Bai's "Journey of Chivalrous Men" was an ancient poem. It was written about Hou Ying and Zhu Hai, the followers of Lord Xinling of the Wei Kingdom during the Warring States Period. After reading it for thousands of years, it was heroic and powerful. Daliang City was close to the Yellow River and later called Bianliang, which is now Kaifeng in Henan Province. Although this place was the capital, its folk customs were simple and simple. The heroic spirit of the ancient elegy and generosity had not disappeared in later generations.
Twelve miles away from the east gate of Kaifeng, there was a small town called Hou Jianji. This town was named after Hou Ying. At that time, Hou Ying was the supervisor of Daliang Yi Gate. There is a mountain in the east of Daliang City. The mountain is flat and flat, so it is called Yi Mountain. The east gate is called Yi Gate. The Yi Gate supervisor was the minor official guarding the east gate of Daliang.
It was already evening, and the villagers who had come to the market from all directions were carrying their own loads and carrying their own baskets back. Suddenly, the faint sound of hooves could be heard from the northeast corner. The sound of hooves approached. It was actually a large group of people, at least two hundred of them. The sound of hooves galloped as the riders galloped. Everyone looked at each other and said,"Most likely the government troops have arrived."”Some said," Move aside quickly. The soldiers and horses are rushing over and kicking over the load. It's fine, but you deserve to be trampled to death."”
Suddenly, the sound of hooves was mixed with whistles. Before long, whistles echoed from the east, west, south, and north. The whistles came from all directions, seemingly surrounding Hou Jianji. Everyone was shocked. Some of the more knowledgeable people couldn't help but mutter in their hearts,"Zhe Mo is a bandit?"
A shop assistant in the town's grocery store stuck out his tongue and said,""Aiyo, I'm afraid it's my mother's old brothers!”Shopkeeper Wang's face was already pale. He raised a trembling fat hand and pretended to slap the waiter's head. He shouted,"Damn it, why don't you talk for the sake of profit? What brother? If the masters on the internet really came, then what about you…your little life? Besides, he had never heard of anyone doing such a thing in broad daylight! Aiyo, this…this is a little evil…"
Halfway through his speech, although his mouth was open, there was no sound. He saw four or five strong horses rushing over from the east end of the market. The rider on the horse was dressed in black and wore Fan Yang's bamboo hat. He held a shiny steel knife in his hand and shouted,"Fellow townsman, everyone stand where you are. If you move, don't blame the knife for being blind.”He shouted and rode west. Horseshoes slammed against the bluestone floor, making a loud clanging sound that made one's heart skip a beat.
Before the hooves stopped, seven or eight horses rushed over from the west. The riders were also dressed in black, wearing bamboo hats with the brim of their hats lowered. These people shouted," Be good and don't move. That's fine. Those who like to eat flat knife noodles, come out!"”
The shop assistant laughed and said,"" What's the taste of flat knife noodles..." This person was talkative and wanted to joke. However, before he could finish his sentence, a burly man immediately swung his whip and threw it into the counter. He hooked the neck of the waiter and casually threw him onto the street with a bang. The burly man's mount galloped forward, dragging the waiter along. A horse caught up from behind, and its front hooves stepped down. The waiter wailed and saw that he was going to die.
When the bystanders saw this group of people being so ferocious, how would they dare to move? Some of them wanted to go up to the door, but their feet were nailed to the ground. Their bodies were trembling. They couldn't do it even if they wanted to stay still.
Five or six doors away from the grocery store, there was a shop selling sesame seed cakes and fried dough sticks. The oil in the oil pan was sizzling, and there were seven or eight fried dough sticks on the wire rack. A white-haired old man bent over and kneaded the flour into small balls, then pressed the balls into a round shape. He seemed to turn a blind eye to the soul-stirring tragedy in front of him. He sprinkled some chopped green onions on the flatbread, folded it diagonally, and pinched the sides. He grabbed some sesame seeds from a yellow sand bowl and sprinkled them on the flatbread. Then, he picked them up with iron pliers and placed them into the oven.
At this moment, the whistling had stopped, and the horses were no longer moving. The market of seven or eight hundred people was completely silent. Even the crying children had their mouths covered by their parents, not letting out a single sound. As everyone held their breath, they heard the sound of a person's leather boots coming from the west along the street.
This person walked very slowly. His heavy footsteps sounded like they were stepping on everyone's hearts. The sound of footsteps gradually approached. At that time, the sun was about to set. A long figure was reflected on the street, slowly approaching with the sound of footsteps. Everyone on the street seemed to be scared out of their wits. Only the old man who was selling pancakes was still making his sesame cakes. The sound of leather boots suddenly stopped outside the sesame seed cake shop. The man looked up and down at the old man who sold the cakes and suddenly sneered three times.
The old man slowly raised his head and saw that the person in front of him was extremely tall. His face was like an orange peel, full of bumps. "Grandpa, do you want to buy pancakes?" the old man asked. One coin each." He picked up a pair of pliers and took out a hot sesame seed cake from the oven. He placed it on the white wooden board. The tall man sneered again and said,"Hand it over!" He extended his left hand. "Yes!" The old man narrowed his eyes.”She picked up the freshly baked sesame seed cake and placed it in his palm.
The tall man raised his eyebrows and shouted angrily,"Even now, you're still teasing me!”He threw the sesame seed cake at the old man. The old man slowly turned his head to the side. The sesame seed cake brushed past his face and landed beside a mud ditch by the side of the road.
The tall man threw out the sesame seed cake and immediately pulled out a pair of hooks from his waist. The hooks reflected the setting sun, and the blue seal was cold. He said,"Why aren't you taking it out at this time? Wu, do you really not know what's good for you?”The old man said,"You've got the wrong person. My surname is Wang." The old man who sold the cake king was recognized by everyone in Hou Jian's collection.”"Damn it!" The tall man sneered. We have already investigated clearly. You can disguise yourself and hide for a year and a half, but you can't hide forever.”
The old man narrowed his eyes and said slowly,"I've heard that Fort Master An of the Golden Saber Fort robs the rich to help the poor."Hero Bandit!" Why did the small fry they sent out have ideas about the poor old man selling sesame seed cakes?”He spoke weakly, but his words were clear.
"Wu Daotong, are you determined not to hand it over?" The tall man shouted angrily.”The old man's expression changed slightly. The muscles on his left cheek twitched a few times, and then he said lazily,"Since you know this Wu's name, yet you are still so rude to me. Aren't you a little too bold?”"Your old man is bold and timid," the tall man scolded."Did you only realize it today?"”With his left hook, he used the 'Easy to Catch' move and quickly hooked towards Wu Daotong's left shoulder.
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Xiaohan was finished. She had been depressed to death for the past year! Not to mention that he usually had to write every day, this year, Xiao Han had to take at least three or four damn level certificates.
In the self-study room today, when the class monitor announced that Shi Yao, Xiao Han, would be taking the English Level Three exam this year, the whole class cheered. Xiao Han was puzzled. Wasn't it just me who paid for the exam in school for two consecutive years and failed the official exam? Moreover, it didn't seem to be a big deal. It was just that 59.5 points. What's the big deal? Could it be that the teacher who marked the papers really had no sympathy at all? (In fact, Xiao Han's real situation was that it was difficult to even score 59.5 points…F * ck!)）
"Xiao Han, are you nervous about taking the third grade this time?”The girl in the front row asked.
"Nervous? In my dictionary, there is no such thing as nervousness!”Xiao Han replied indifferently.
“what？”The girl asked incredulously.
"Please, can we use Mandarin? I'm annoyed by that stupid language." Xiao Han complained.
"Sigh! Forget it, I'll ignore you. Anyway, you have no hope of taking the English exam.”The girl shook her head and turned around to continue reading.
"Hey, what book are you reading?" Xiao Han asked, bored of sitting alone.
" English dictionary, I'm taking the CET-4!" the girl said aimlessly.
“omygod!”Xiao Han could not help but call out.
“mygod! Xiao Han, you can actually speak English!" The girls in the front row screamed in shock.
F * ck! It's not strange that I know English. Back when I was in junior high school, I only knew the phrase 'I love you!'Here! That was awesome! Xiao Han thought to herself as she looked at the girl with contempt.
"I've decided. I want to take CET-10!”Xiao Han thought for a moment and said firmly.
"Please, there's no level ten! He's only at the eighth rank at most!" Yang XX interrupted.
"Oh! Then I'll take the eighth grade!"
"Only professionals can take the eighth grade. You don't have a chance!”The heartless Yang XX continued.
"Then I'll take the seventh grade…?"
"We can only take the sixth grade at most."
"Alright, then I'll be a level-six."
" You should pass level four first…"
"Good! I'll also take the fourth grade!"
"Oh my god! You haven't even passed level three, and you still want to pass level four?”
"Actually, to me, level three, four, six, and eight are all the same!”Xiao Han was clearly provoked and said with a deep expression.
"What is it? Have you reached the level of skill? Or did you get electrocuted last night?”Chen XX jumped out from a rubbish bin and shouted in surprise.
Following his shout, everyone in the class stopped. They all looked at Xiao Han nervously. Xiao Han was known as the English genius of Class M2 (born stupid!），Was this kid really struck by lightning? Was his brain enlightened? Everyone thought.
"Rank-3 and rank-8 are equally difficult in my opinion. If I do it with my eyes closed, the results will be about the same!”Xiao Han couldn't stand everyone's gazes and finally said indifferently.
As soon as Xiao Han finished speaking, all kinds of rotten fruits, vegetables…even someone threw out her * ss in excitement. One could imagine how excited everyone was.
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