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The Bian River was a canal dug artificially by the Qian State at the time, which cost a lot of manpower and material resources. Of course, it was for the purpose of opening the canal in name, but considering that the Qian State was under the most terrifying military pressure of the Yan State at that time, the purpose of digging this canal , is actually self-evident.
At the beginning of the excavation of this canal, it caused several dike breaks and diversions, which caused many disasters for the nearby people. However, over the years, this canal has become more regular, and it has taken advantage of the geographical advantage of being adjacent to the capital. , has also become a prosperous commercial transportation hub.
There is a tributary of the Bianhe River that can go straight to Shangjing City. After the pacification of the Southwest Rebellion, the thorn-faced Xianggong entered Shangjing City by boat. Both sides of the river were full of people from Shangjing City. Everyone rushed to see the thorn-faced face. Xianggong's demeanor.
? In Qianguo, Donghuamen roll call is the starting point of your glorious life, and getting the qualification to enter the capital by official ship is the real pinnacle of your life.
In the impression of the people in Shangjing, the closest two times were five years ago when Sima Xianggong, who had been writing books at home, was summoned by the official's three imperial decrees and entered Shangjing by boat. qualifications.
This legendary Sima Xianggong was born as a child prodigy since he was a child. When he traveled to Chu State, he even killed a black snake in Daze. He left the officialdom to write a book in his prime.
Even later, there was a popular saying at one time, why is Sima Gong not as good as the common people?
The literati, officials, and ordinary people naturally crowded both sides of the river after entering the city, just wanting to take a look at this great talent who ruled the world.
However, when Sima Xianggong entered Beijing again, he was in his fifties after all, with a dark complexion and a big belly. He didn't look like a scholar, but rather like Qiu Bahan.
On this point, it is not very in line with the aesthetics of the people in Shangjing.
You know, Shangjing City is the most prosperous city in the world today, topping everything!
The people here naturally have the highest vision.
What really caused the biggest commotion was that three years ago, Bailijian, the sword god of the Qian Kingdom, was ordered by the government to enter Beijing as the prince's martial artist.
Sword God, Sword Fairy, Swordsman,
A sword, a jug of wine, proudly walking around the world.
Coupled with Bailijian's age, although he is not young, he is not considered old either. On that day, as soon as he entered the capital in white clothes and a long sword at his waist, he completely blew up the atmosphere in the capital.
People in every era have the need to chase stars, and people will always unconsciously put some of their hopes on another person, imagining that they can live like him one day.
On that day, the official family went out of the palace in person to welcome Bailijian to disembark under the Yulong Bridge.
So far, the scene of that day is still talked about by the people of Shangjing
"It's been three years, master, you can get on the boat from here and go all the way to the capital."
Xiao Jiantong asked while holding the dried tea in his mouth and putting it in his mouth.
In front of the sword boy, sat a middle-aged man with an unshaven beard. The man had long greasy hair and was wearing clogs even in the cold weather.
At this time, in front of the man, there was a jug of rice wine, and he drank it carefully bit by bit.
It's not easy to live in college, and things in Beijing are expensive, even this rice wine is twice as expensive as in the countryside.
This is not in Shangjing, but here at Laodukou.
"Go, go, cool off, master, I won't smell his Bailijian walking on his heels, he has already been on a boat, so I don't care about it, master."
"Master, but I want to take a boat." Xiao Jiantong said aggrievedly.
"What kind of boat do you take? The river is frozen, how do you get there?"
The man picked up the flagon and took another small sip.
When he put down the jug, his eyes glanced around. It stands to reason that in winter, especially in these days when the Bian River freezes, these ferry crossings on the Bian River will be quite deserted. Wave after wave, in the past, even when boats come and go on weekdays, they may not have such a high popularity.
It is said that the Yan people had thought of attacking Xifengdu the day before yesterday, and it was only seventy or eighty miles away from here, but they were repelled by the officers and soldiers.
For this reason, the officials also distributed money from internal funds to reward the three armies.
It's also interesting to think about it, Yangou has killed all the way to Bianhe, and those soldiers Qiu Ba have the nerve to take the reward silver, bah, the imperial court raised you trash for nothing.
Rice wine, of course, is not drunk, but this swordsman surnamed Yuan, who is known as the second sword of the Qian Kingdom, does not have enough money to buy drunk, so he can only pretend that he is drunk.?? go away,
"KachaKachaKacha"
Taking Yuan Zhenxing as the starting point, the 100-meter ice layer on both sides split directly, exposing the ice water inside.
Three swords break the ice,
Stop you thousands of cavalry!
Yuan Zhenxing's three swords were still suspended in front of him. On the three swords, the sword energy continued to surround him. Although he was a little panting in his chest, his whole body seemed to be steaming. It has been washed a lot, and it really has such a dusty smell.
across the river,
Fan Li looked at the river surface torn apart by the sword energy in a daze,
Reached out and touched the helmet on his head,
road:
"How do we cross the river?"
Zheng Fan tapped Fan Li's iron skull with his saber,
Not in a good mood:
"Is he stupid or are you stupid? If you walk another two hundred meters to the east, you can cross the river just the same?"
Having said that, Zheng Fan looked at the blind man beside him again, and said:
"Blind man, do you think that the swordsmen of the Qian Kingdom are all mentally ill, even though the whole river is frozen, but they think that we can't cross the river if the ice breaks for a hundred meters?"
The blind man nodded,
Rao is based on his IQ,
It is also impossible to analyze the intention of the powerful swordsman in front of him.
This move is really confusing. Not only was a lot of sword energy wasted, but the effect it played was almost negligible.
"My lord, maybe this is the rivers and lakes."
"The rivers and lakes?"
"Yes, because only Jianghu can cultivate so many powerful and lovely sand sculptures."
"hehe."
Zheng Fan raised his hand with a smile,
Surrounded by thousands of knights with bows and arrows,
Aimed at Yuan Zhenxing who was stepping on a floe on the river.
Yuan Zhenxing stood calmly, with three swords blessing his side, under the sword array, he was not afraid.
Today,
He wanted to stop the Yan people by the Bian River in front of the capital, so that the dry army could have time to rush to help and arrange here.
Today,
He felt very chic.
only,
Zheng Fan did not simply order to shoot arrows at him,
Instead, his eyes skipped over Yuan Zhenxing, and looked at the little sword boy who was kneeling on the opposite bank and crying with a bitter face.
"Shoot him!"
All the knights under his command were taken aback,
Also stunned was Yuan Zhenxing on the floating ice in the middle of the river,
Xiao Jiantong was even more dumbfounded.
"shoot!"
for a while,
The arrow roared out, heading straight for the little sword boy.
"Swallow dog, beast!"
Yuan Zhenxing cursed, ignoring the other two swords, he had time to draw a sword from the sword array he had arranged earlier, and jumped to the shore.
At this moment, he was equivalent to breaking away from all the defenses he had placed before.
"Whoo! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!!!!!!!"
The dense arrows were shot with terrifying potential energy, and Yuan Zhenxing swept off the arrows with a sword.
Seeing this scene, Zheng Fan was a little tongue-tied, and thought to himself that he must either raise more soldiers and horses in the future or find ways to make himself stronger and make the demon kings stronger, otherwise this kind of master will really come. Take your life, if you are not careful, you will really overturn the car.
However, when manpower was limited, Yuan Zhenxing, who rushed back to help, had to protect the little sword boy behind him, and he himself lost the opportunity to move around and take a breath.
"Pfft!"
An arrow hit Yuan Zhenxing's arm, and Yuan Zhenxing staggered for a while, and then another arrow shot Yuan Zhenxing's left leg, and Yuan Zhenxing knelt down.
"Puff puff!"
Several arrows hit Yuan Zhenxing again, directly turning Yuan Zhenxing into a hedgehog.
Finally, the arrows stopped falling, and Yan Ren began to divide his troops to cross the river in east and west directions.
Yuan Zhenxing looked at the little sword boy under him weakly, and said weakly:
"Why do I feel I'm a bit stupid"
Xiao Jiantong hugged Yuan Zhenxing's back pain behind him and cried,
Cursed:
"Master, I have already said that, you really have a problem with your brain!"
Today, on the shore of this ferry,
The second sword of Qian Kingdom,
Pawn.
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Thanks to Moran Xingye for becoming the 77th leader of Molin.
After I finished writing this chapter, I found that this chapter didn¡¯t seem to be useful. He came out, and he died again. It¡¯s inexplicable, but the problem is, when I was sleeping last night, this guy appeared in my mind, as if I strongly demanded to Spend a chapter of content to die once well, satisfy him.bsp; Today, on the shore of this ferry,
The second sword of Qian Kingdom,
Pawn.
¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª
Thanks to Moran Xingye for becoming the 77th leader of Molin.
After finishing writing this chapter, I found that this chapter didn¡¯t seem to be useful. He came out, and he died again. It¡¯s inexplicable, but the problem is, when I was sleeping last night, this guy appeared in my mind, as if I strongly demanded to It takes one chapter to die once Well, let him be satisfied. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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