Chapter 9 Chapter 1: Gun Nine

Ji Qianzheng was finally powerless against the eldest son. Ji Ye was severely beaten by the family law bamboo whip, and it took half a month for the scars on his body to fade.But the figure of that girl still appeared next to the Ji family's mansion every three days. Every time there was a bamboo whistle or a call outside the wall, no matter what Ji Ye was doing, he would jump up and flip out from the back wall. Even if Ji Qian was chasing, he couldn't catch up. At first he thought about using a bamboo whip to intimidate his son, but every time he raised the bamboo whip, Ji Ye would take a step back, hold his breath, fill his muscles with strength, and prepare to receive his father's whip.Then the father and son held up the bamboo whip, and the other was about to be beaten.Such situations always end with Ji Qianzheng slamming the door with a long sigh and leaving.

Ji Qianzheng quietly followed him twice, and then he felt relieved.Yu Ran and Ji Ye were just playing, stealing fruits, catching dragonflies, watching fireworks, fighting crickets, or walking up and down the wall in boredom.Occasionally, Yuran would teach Himeno how to read, and this was the quietest time for Himeno.Ji Qianzheng didn't even dare to think that the eldest son could sit peacefully for several hours and listen to so many words from others. However, as long as Ji Ye does not have contact with that mysterious old man, what Ji Qian is worried about will not happen.Although he is not a member of them, Ji Qian is deeply aware of the strength and iron-like rules of this organization.

Besides, he has other things that he can't be distracted from. Outside Nanhuai City, Yangquan Wine Shop. Yangquan is in the west of Nanhuai River, it is a rural town, the restaurant with this name is not big, outside a birch forest on the outskirts of the city, it is a place where hunters who go hunting in and out of the forest return to the city at night to drink a sip of coarse wine.It is always empty until sunset, and often there is no one there. Wearing a long black coat and a white belt, the only guest sat in the best position facing the sun and drank wine, with a plate of marinated dried beans and a plate of salted peanuts.

The shopkeeper brought a plate of pickled vegetables with coarse salt, and smiled a little, "Sit down again, the pickled vegetables handed down in the family are the best with wine, and there is no charge." The guest in black took a look, "It's all big salt particles, could it be that they were salted to death?" The shopkeeper smiled, "There is still dish water, wash it with white water and eat it, it's not salty." He turned around and retreated. The guest curiously picked up a piece of pickled vegetable in the soft afternoon sun, rinsed it in the water dish and put it in his mouth. As he chewed, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth involuntarily.He raised his hand, "Have another bottle of icy gourd wine and this delicious pickle."

The shopkeeper smiled even more happily, and brought up a white porcelain bottle, allowing the guests to drink by themselves.When he retreated, the curtain was raised, and the servant rushed in hastily. "Did I teach you to be careful when doing things, and rush to the burial?" The shopkeeper glared sharply. "Big customer, but you are rich and honored." The clerk raised a line of bamboo curtains on the window, "but he didn't come in, so he asked me to bring in this name badge. How can we accept someone else's name badge in this small shop?" Outside the door of the restaurant is just a simple country loess road, but at this time, there is an exquisite bamboo chariot parked on the road. A Confucian scholar in blue Chinese clothes and four house slaves bowed motionlessly, and he didn't know that he had already stood up. how long.The exquisite box in the hands of the house slave seems to be a gift, with patterns of real gold hot on it.

"Let's go," the shopkeeper gave the waiter a push, "Is this a famous badge given to us? Bai Chang is so big, but he doesn't know how to have eyes." He put the name badge on a wooden tray, carried it to the table of the guest in black, and carefully offered it with his head down.The guest chewed a piece of pickled vegetables for a long time, sighed lowly, took the name thorn and opened it, and read out in a low voice: "The son of Ji Lan, the former imperial capital Dahonglu Qing, Ji Qianzheng, the former deputy envoy of the imperial capital Shaofu, I respectfully pay my respects." Your Excellency, General Yu Dian Yu, rest assured..."

He shook his head, and lifted the bamboo curtain of the window beside him, "Mr. Ji? Please come in and talk." Ji Qian was walking briskly, standing by the guest's table, arranging his sleeves respectfully, and was about to pay his respects.But the guest passed a bench, "Mr. Ji, there is no need to be polite. There are no good tables and chairs in the country shop. The hospitality is not thoughtful, so the etiquette is also omitted. If you don't think wild wine is too cheap, just have a drink." , the pickled vegetables here are really unique.” Ji Qianzheng didn't dare to be negligent, sat down sideways, cleared his throat, "Ji Qianzheng, a later student, has heard of General Xi's reputation for a long time, but it is a pity that he did not have the chance to meet him. I am very happy to meet General Xi here today."

The guest called General waved his hand casually, "Mr. Ji's age and seniority are far superior to mine. General Yu Dianyu is just a false title. Since Mr. Ji and I met in the wild shop, there is no need to be formal. What's the matter? Regarding matters, Mr. Ji please speak directly, the Ji family has been a pillar of dynasties, and within my ability, I will not shirk." Ji Qianzheng was stunned for a moment, and then he was overjoyed. Before he came, he never thought that this distinguished person could be so talkative. "I heard that the king is going to select young generals again..."

General Xi poured himself a drink, "Yes. This time it is for the prince of the barbarian ally Qingyang to visit. In order to promote my national prestige in the Tang Dynasty, the lord is going to compete with the entourage of the barbarian prince with seven young warriors. As a reward, the lottery It is a gold chrysanthemum used in the palace, and the winner will be awarded the title of lieutenant general." "I don't know if there are any candidates for the seven young warriors?" "The lord himself sent me a letter of recommendation, recommending a child named Youshi, named Youyin. There are also several teenagers in the Prince's East Palace who have sent letters of recommendation. In addition, Xiyan has a nephew who is not good enough. Xiyuan, he has learned some swordsmanship and tactics, so he recommends himself."

"That's exactly what I'm begging for," Ji Qianzheng stood up suddenly, bowed down respectfully, "My family of the Ji family has been overthrown in troubled times, and only Ji Qianzheng's bloodline remains. I never forget it for a moment. Ji Qianzheng has a son, Ji Changye, who is incompetent. He is a master of swordsmanship, and he is also proficient in arts and sciences. General Xi nodded, "Ji's phoenix material is in Nanhuai City, and I have heard that there are indeed two warriors missing this time. I have received many invitations these days, and most of them are for this matter. Mr. Ji Come to this humble shop to find me, I must have great expectations. Then I can write this letter of recommendation myself. But Mr. Ji must think about it, the barbarians are bloodthirsty and easy to kill. It can't be ignored either. It's hard to predict any injuries in the martial arts competition, isn't the phoenix talent of the Ji family afraid of getting hurt?"

"In order to serve the country, even if you die, you will not retreat, let alone get injured?" "Alright then," General Xi nodded, "Then I will write this letter of recommendation for Mr. Ji." Ji Qian was stunned, and wanted to bow down again, but was held up by General Xi. "No need, Mr. Ji is too polite," he shook his head slightly, "Does Mr. Ji like to drink?" Ji Qianzheng hesitated for a moment, then shook his head, "When my father was alive, he always advised me to drink less alcohol and read more books. Since Qianzheng became an adult, he stopped drinking alcohol." General Xi smiled, "Then I have to forget it. Originally, I wanted to invite Mr. Ji to sit down and have a glass of rough wine here, but Mr. Ji doesn't drink alcohol, so I have to regret it." Ji Qianzheng was stunned for a moment, then understood the meaning of the other party's tactful see-off, and hurriedly waved behind him.The servant of the Ji family came up holding the box with his head bowed. Ji Qianzheng pressed the lock with his hand, and pressed his hand with the other hand.General Xi smiled slightly and squinted at Ji Qianzheng for a while. "This one, you don't need to open it," he shook his head, "I respect the prestige of Ji's ancestors, and this respect cannot be bought even if there are all boxes here." Ji Qianzheng didn't dare to make mistakes, and took back the box. "Then I won't send it off." General Xi sat back on the chair safely. Ji Qianzheng's face was slightly red.From his aristocratic family, he had been a nobleman in the imperial capital until he was thirty, and he had never had any experience of flattering others with gifts.Although he is down and out now, when General Xi refused the gift, the indifference in his words still made him feel sad.He didn't dare to say anything more, and took a small step back after Chang Yi. Turning around, he opened the curtain at the entrance of the restaurant. "Mr. Ji," General Xi's voice suddenly came from behind, "I don't quite understand something." Ji Qian turned around hastily, "Excuse me, General." "Mr. Ji's name badge states that he is the son of Ji Lan, the emperor's capital Dahonglu, but the highest official position among Ji's ancestors is not his father, but his ancestor Ji Yang. The real Marquis Marquis Chunguo is the commander of the three armies. During the Northern Expedition, he led 3,000 infantry deep into the northern land, and was chased by the 50,000 troops of the Jinzhang Kingdom until he reached Tongyun Mountain, the holy place of the barbarians. No general has ever penetrated so far into Hokuriku, why didn't his name be written?" Ji Qianzheng hesitated, "Because...because..." "Is it because he was dragged to death in Bizhi City in the name of a rebellious party?" "Yes. In fact, grandfather did not betray the emperor, but..." "Tianqi, Ling Zu is a warrior of Tianqi." "yes." General Xi sighed softly, lowered his head and took out a small leather pouch from his waist, took out some shredded tobacco from it, and stuffed it solidly with the slender ebony stem.He lit the lamp on the side, took a deep breath, and then smiled, "It seems that a person really can't make mistakes in his life. If he makes a mistake once, even future generations will be ashamed. But... Zu Jiyang's The weapon Huya Spear is known as the No. 1 spear in the Eastern Continent, it once performed martial arts in the imperial capital Taiqing His Excellency, and broke forty-five long knives, I wonder if you will be lucky enough to see it in the competition?" Ji Qianzheng hesitated for a moment, "General, Chang Ye uses the sword as a weapon. If it is a tiger-tooth spear, it is in the hands of my eldest son, Ji Ye. Unfortunately, although he has strong spear skills, he has a stubborn personality, so I dare not act rashly..." "Although the spear skill is strong?" General Xi thought for a while, "Then I will also write a letter of recommendation for Mr. Ji Ye to make up the seven people's quota." "General..." "The legendary gun that once killed a giant dragon with a single shot," General Xi said flatly, "I want to take a look." Ji Qianzheng and his party traveled a long distance, and the sky gradually became cloudy.The shopkeeper of the restaurant cautiously went up to take a look. The black-clothed guests were sitting there quietly drinking, the red light on the cigarette rod between their fingers flickered on and off.He felt a little uneasy in his heart, always feeling that although this old customer was still drinking, something was different. The guest suddenly got up and threw a few gold bahts on the table.When he passed by the shopkeeper, he patted the back of his shoulder, "From now on, I won't come here, this month's drink bill should be settled at once." "Guest...guest...guest..." the shopkeeper stammered, "Is the wine bad? There are... and..." "Forget it," the guest shook his head, "Your wine has never been good, just the pickles, which still have a little taste... You betrayed me. Otherwise, how would ordinary people know that I drink a little wine here every afternoon?" The shopkeeper stood there blankly, not daring to say anything.He looked down at the slender and dignified ancient sword on the guest's waist, which was dark and without decoration.It was from this sword that he guessed the identity of the guest, and sold the news for ten gold baht to the middle-aged scribe who had just arrived. The guest walked to the door and stretched out his hand to check outside, "It's raining..." The man went up with an umbrella. He rewarded him with a penny and opened the umbrella. "Although this world is big, how many places are left for people like us?" Before leaving, the shopkeeper heard a low sigh. He remembered that when he chased to the door, the figure of the guest in black was already far away at the end of the path leading to Nanhuai City.He was a little remorseful, knowing that he might never see this guest again in his life.