Martial Sage

Tang Hao stood up and filled Lao Niu's teapot with water, turned around and walked out.

The old cow shouted to him: "What are you going to do? Don't dare to fool around at this time, just stay at home honestly."

"I know, I'm going home again to pick up the ancestor Harley, and when I win it back, I plan to go out and visit friends." Tang Hao had a relaxed expression.

"Then run farther. I heard that your family built a big boat. It's better to run on the sea than anything else. By the way, I can help you with the trial, or bring some things to Guangzhou. I listened to what the old cow said. , Tang Hao turned back and stomped his feet and said, "Uncle, do I really have to run errands? What's so great about Wei Zheng, we just don't mess with him. "

"Boy, if you have a way to go, just snicker. As long as you stay in Chang'an, you will be in big trouble. It's not you looking for trouble, it's trouble looking for you. Go away and come back when they are almost done. ."

Wei Zheng is not terrible, but he represents the interests of most people, and this is great. Seeing that the old bull was still not ill and not hot, Tang Hao left helplessly. When he walked out of the flower hall, he picked up two chubby children and kissed them two more viciously. Step away.

Yao Silian was not surprised in officialdom, but he was highly respected among the Chang'an literati group. One day, he feasted with friends on the Qujiang River. He suddenly threw down his chopsticks and flicked his sword into a song: "If you want to cross the Yellow River and the rivers, you will go to Taihang." The mountains are covered with snow."

When the two sentences came out, the seats were filled with dignity, and the dedicated practitioners burst into tears. Yao Silian's hair was scattered, and the peace and kindness in his eyes were warm. He tapped his fingers on the spine of the sword and shouted: "There will be some time to ride the wind and the waves, and hang the clouds and sail to the sea."

Why isn't such a miserable situation utterly debilitating? All the old friends in the room complained about Yao Silian's bumpy encounters. At the moment, some people shouted the injustice of God, which made Master Yao full of talents and buried in the pile of old papers. All old friends should help Mr. Yao.

Before I finished my words, I heard Mr. Yao lazily say: "The old man is a mediocrity, and he should not be loved. This "Difficulty on the Road" was written by a master of the world, and this person is discouraged and ready to take advantage of the giant. The boat travels all over the world, people don’t care what it is? Why are we clamoring for it?"

"Who is the one who made such a magnificent prose?" Someone asked curiously. Yao Silian threw off the long sword in his hand, dried a pot of wine, wiped the wine stains on his beard, and said, "Forget it, I can't mention it. Now he is in the city of Chang'an, and he is ten miles away from the wind. This poem is not bad, and you will never see it. When you take it out, you will be relieved and comforted, but you will feel sad."

"Is it Tang Hao who Yao Gong said? General Tang? I have long heard that this man is brilliant and has a hundred schools of thought. If you go to the horse, you can consolidate the army, and when you dismiss the horse, you can make peace with the people.

"Speak carefully. The master once said that seeing is not believing, let alone what morality is? Bringing out potatoes and corn to help all the people, so that Datang will no longer worry about hunger, which is the greatest morality. Going deep into the tiger’s mouth, the remains of the former Sui soldiers retrieved, even though they have died a hundred deaths but still have no regrets, they can be said to be loyal."

"Turning hands on Dongting Lake as clouds, covering hands as rain, teasing one hundred thousand water pirates is like a child's play, it can be said to be energy. Not to mention the establishment of Yuhuashan Academy to educate the people. The old man does not understand how such a person can be virtuous. Corruption? How can it become a thorn in everyone's eyes? In the eyes of the old man, it's just a tree in the woods, and the wind will destroy it."

"Also, it is good for General Tang to take a leisurely time, so that he can put his love in the mountains and rivers, and write more wonderful articles for me and other banquet guests. Come, the princes have fascinated words, like rain through the jungle, even if it can’t nourish the earth. , Can also leave a trace."

With that said, the old man drank a jar of fine wine in one fell swoop.

At this time, Han Che had a black face, wearing a broken Fan Yangli, drove a carriage, and walked on the deserted ancient road. He Tianshang was standing at the end of the road with a sharp sharp knife tied in his hand. He agreed to Wei Tianyu's request for revenge before his death.

Because Wei Tianyu craned his neck and let He Tianshang end his own pain, "Say okay first, if you fail this time, don't bother me. You can see that the documents given by the emperor are here. You have no help. Can't beat me."

Han Che kindly persuaded He Tianshang, and his tone became more gentle.

"He Tianshang, it's not me who hurt Wei Tianyu. Why are you looking for me? If you want revenge, you are looking for that person, even though he is my father. Look, I gave my father out, can you? Don't bother me? I'm really doing research this time, I don't mean anything else."

He Tianshang didn't say a word, raised his knife and rushed over, but he was caught alive by Han Che again, because Han Che's spear was suddenly broken, and a large basin of white ash sprinkled out, He Tianshang's eyes suddenly looked at everything. It's gone.

Despite how tightly he danced the horizontal sword, Han Che found the opportunity and fainted. When the white wormwood entered his eyes, he felt very uncomfortable. Even though He Tianshang was unconscious, his tears and nose continued to trickle down.

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