Chapter 453 Chang'an Old Events

There was a scorching wind on both sides, and even breathing felt the pain in the throat, but the young man named Yuan still had to do his best to keep up with the monk in front of him. He looked at the monk carrying the weight on his shoulder Grinding the Zen stick with eight hundred catties of water, he spread his feet and ran like a rabbit, the corners of his eyes twitching.

Why didn't I see that this guy could run so well?

"Chen Yi, hey, take a break."

"Chen Yi, Xuanzang, Xuanzang!"

"Can't you run?"

After shouting several times, the monk turned his head and grinned, showing his white teeth:

"But we must hurry."

"There are very few people in the desert, and even if there are, they are sand robbers who come and go like the wind."

"Now it's time to polish it. Let's hurry up before the temperature rises and find stones to hide from the hottest noon. Otherwise, such a small amount of water is not enough to drink."

The monk spoke briskly, looked at the man with the sword behind him, and said:

"Chen Yuan, if you can't run, I'll help you."

"However, we can't turn back now."

The monk was very proud when he smiled, and felt a little gloating.

It made Chen Yuan want to punch his bald head very much.

And the young monk named Xuanzang swayed, holding the Zen staff in his left arm and Chen Yuan in his right hand. He lifted him up, and the speed of his feet increased again, breaking through the wind and sand in front of him. The sand hit his face, causing Chen Yuan, who was dressed as a Chang'an ranger, to eat a mouthful.

Aggrieved.

who I am?

where am i

Why am I wandering outside with this guy?

………………

The reason for such a thing started half a year ago.

Chen Yuan.

People from Luoyang.

Gaozu was once the prefect of the Northern Wei Dynasty, a first-class feudal official.

He and Chen Xuanzang are brothers of the same family, but they are far away. Let alone his own family, Chen Yi and Chen Xuanzang’s lineage is much better than his family. It was only later that his parents passed away when he was five and ten years old.

Both brothers Chen Xuanzang are monks.

As for him, Chen Yuan.

He weaved straw sandals for others when he was young, and later became a cook.

Finally, one day, he was so angry that he turned the pot.

Love to eat, don't eat and roll.

Relying on the little martial arts passed down from his ancestors, he became famous and became a ranger.

That is, the violent and uncooperative vagrants under the rule of Chang'an in the Tang Dynasty.

It's okay to practice with those bad people every day.

He was even more pissed off by the young bamboo horse. It just so happened that that guy passed the imperial examination. During the Sui Dynasty, he had to ask for various recommendations. When he arrived in the Tang Dynasty, he could "take a self-examination" and sign up for reference. He actually passed the exam. up.

All in all, I went to Chang'an City as a child.

I also heard that my distant relative, Xuanzang, who is known as a thousand-mile horse of Buddhism, has also arrived in Chang'an.

So this ranger beat up a street of bad people from the head to the north, and then carried his luggage to Chang'an City during a 'farewell', so-called self-reliance on bravery.

It's just that he never expected that the monk could fight better than himself.

However, after entering Chang'an, he lived a happy life. Although the Tang Dynasty was just established, Chang'an City also has the atmosphere of Chang'an City. Although rangers don't practice martial arts, they feel happy coming and going in this city.

………………

The first year of Zhenguan Spring——

Chang'an.

In a certain mansion.

On the big tree in the backyard, a ranger hangs upside down on the tree, carrying a big Tang sword on his back, with a high ponytail hanging down, dangling there, where are the two koi in the pool in the yard Swim around.

It was still a bit chilly in spring, and a little guy with a bulging bag was watching fish there.

A ranger who comes to hang out and hide from a certain monk is bored.

"What's so good about fish?"

"How about I burn a fish for you?"

The little guy opened his eyes wide and said, "No!"

After a while, he pursed his lips and said:

"Is it tasty?"

"Is it tasty?"

You Xia was overjoyed, turned over and sat on the tree, stretched out a finger, patted the bag on the back, and said proudly: "In Chenjia Town, Luoyang, no one dares to say that my food is not good. eat!"

"That's delicious?"

Chen Yuan scratched his head and said, "...that counts."

He and this little guy met by accident one day.

Rare to see the same greedy.

And the inside of this big house is deserted enough, this little guy is quite lonely even if no one cares about him.

Once you come and go, you will recognize it.

It's just that he didn't expect to be so precocious when he was over three years old. He was much more sensible when he was over three years old.

The little guy pointed to Chen Yuan's eye sockets, and said, "But...you lost the fight again?"

"Tsk, what is another?"

You Xia was not convinced, he shook his body and fell down, put one hand on the little guy's head, and said dissatisfiedly: "My martial arts, in our Luoyang side, is famous for being handsome, who knew that monk could be so fierce ?”

When he thought of that freak who directly used the Buddha bell to boost his strength, his head turned cold.

Holding the Buddha bell in one hand, and copying scriptures with a pen in the other.

Obediently...

A few years ago, when the world was in war, the flames of war even reached Chang'an.

At the age of sixteen, Chen Xuanzang walked alone in troubled times for seven years in order to learn Buddhism.

No shit, but ran the whole of China.

It's outrageous.

The ranger, who is also a martial arts practitioner, was very confused.

He once asked, when the world was in chaos and the princes everywhere were fighting, where did you get the dry food and money?

The monk just smiled and didn't answer.

That smile...Chen Yuan always felt the hair in his heart.

The little guy stretched out his fleshy hands and pressed his eye sockets, and sighed: "Brother Chen, what are you doing... If you can't beat him, don't be brave, you are obviously not strong in martial arts, but you have to be so nonchalant Tune."

"Who says I'm not strong in martial arts, it's just that this time is a bit special."

The ranger is brave.

"It's not that Master Xuanzang, who is he fighting with?"

"..."

After several urgings, he finally reluctantly replied: "It's my childhood friend."

"He is considered an official now. I haven't seen him for a long time, so I learned martial arts."

"Yeah, did you fight the Xuanjia Army?"

"No……"

You Xia'er said somewhat aggrievedly: "He is a new imperial examination candidate and a civil servant."

The little guy was stunned, then stuck out his tongue:

"You can't beat civil servants, Brother Chen, you are ashamed."

Chen Yuan was furious, and was about to speak, when he heard footsteps in the distance, the place is fortified, that is to say, for some reason, he had grown up in his old parents, but the courageous Ranger dared to come in and hang out, and immediately put his finger against his lips , indicating silence, with a sway of his body and a few vertical leaps, he was already hiding behind the old tree.

Almost the next moment, a woman from Yingyingyanyan walked in from outside.

The first one is a slightly older woman, but her appearance is not diminished. Next to her is a middle-aged man who is dressed as a quack warlock. She is running in black and white, with wooden hairpins in her hair. She is not Taoist, her temperament is as gentle as jade, and her eyes are peaceful.

He raised his eyes and glanced at the old tree with a half-smile.

The older woman said: "Sir, wait a moment."

Then he was summoned, and not long after, two handsome young men came in and saluted respectfully.

The woman pointed to the two young men and asked, "What do you think of these two young men?"

The refined man just glanced at it, then said lightly:

"You can be an official to the third rank, and you can protect your family, but you can't really make a fortune. It's not considered expensive."

The female family members around exclaimed, a third-rank official, isn't he considered a noble?

But think about it, the owner of this family was engaged in timber back then, and was a rich merchant in a locality. He once generously donated money to subsidize the money, food and clothing of the Holy Lord's army, so he can have his current status. He is an upstart nobleman in the entire lobby. The third grade is naturally extremely rare in ordinary people's homes, but it seems to be unusual in this home.

The woman seemed rather displeased with this judgment, and immediately attracted another beautiful girl.

"This is the eldest daughter, what do you think, sir?"

The girl bowed to the gentleman, who glanced at her, shook his head, and said:

"This woman is expensive but not worth living."

Mrs. Yongrong was still not satisfied.

This look is sometimes similar to gambling, always wanting to extract the best.

So a servant picked up the chubby little guy and asked the face-mian to take a closer look. Because he didn't get the result he wanted several times in a row, he deliberately concealed the child's true gender, saying: "What about this son?"

Mr. Ru Ya took a look, his face was surprised, and then he became more solemn, and said slowly:

"Dragon pupils and phoenix neck are extremely expensive."

Immediately said regretfully:

"If you are a woman, your future is limitless, and you will be the master of the world in the future!"

Grace girl was quite happy when she heard the first sentence.

But immediately the second sentence blocked her from saying that this little guy is a woman.

So I had no choice but to cover up the matter embarrassingly, but I felt a little bit of contempt in my heart, so what can I say about the unparalleled physiognomy in the world, and that's it? How can a woman be an emperor? When the alchemist was about to be led to the front to receive him, the little guy was young after all, and after a while, he came back dejectedly alone.

You Xia'er landed, there were fruits just placed on the table, and he didn't hesitate, wiped the fruits with the skirt of his clothes, and stuffed them into his mouth.

Seeing the little guy who seemed to be said a few words by his mother, this fruit is not easy to stuff, so he pretended to comfort him:

"Don't listen to what that charlatan said, let me tell you, I have seen this kind of guy a lot in my hometown."

"It's okay, you are a little girl, what kind of master of the world are you?"

He squatted down slightly and rubbed the little guy's hair.

The little guy murmured: "Mother warned me that if I said this to others, I would be beheaded."

"It's the first time I've seen my mother and brother so angry."

"Brother Chen, if I become the lord of the world, will you still treat me well?"

When the little guy who was not favored asked this question, You Xia'er gave an answer without hesitation, and gave the little guy the jelly beans he had saved, watching her childishly turn negative Wei Qing, gnawing fruit with Erlang's legs crossed beside her, was pleasant, but he couldn't think of it.

Decades later, when he stood under the resplendent and resplendent Daming Palace, what fell on him was a gaze that was so cold that he could not recognize it, and the shadow of swords and axes behind the screen. , Walk through the desolate desert and snow-capped mountains, but after all, you can't get out of the memories of the old people, and you can't get out of your own heart. Did the old knight at that time also think that anyone can change.

And when the familiar person has already changed his appearance, has the old person in his memory also died?

At this moment, You Xia'er just wants to vent his anger on his "friends" in Chang'an.

So when the warlock walked out of Wufu.

He made an appointment to stop him on the street, biting a willow branch that grew in spring in his mouth, holding it with his arms around his waist, and made a cut-off deal.

The elegant man who looks like Confucianism but not Confucianism, who seems to be Daoist but not Taoist, smiled and said:

"You really came..."

As expected, you have come and have not yet fallen behind.

You Xia spit out the willow leaves from his mouth.

Exhale and speak up!

With a sudden step, he raised his spine, and punched out his right fist like a dragon!

Actually like a dragon!

At this moment, all the bad people in Luoyang who had been beaten into a lump were with him!

At this moment, the anger of being bullied by the monk ignited!

In this life, what I hate the most is the magic stick!

So the right fist hit Mr. Ru Ya's right eye socket heavily.

The refined man wobbled and took a step back.

A large patch of bruises appeared on that fair face.

Like an iron eater.

You Xia blew his fist and sneered, "Fortune teller?"

"Is my fist counted?!"

The refined warlock's mouth twitched and he rubbed his eyes.

In the end, the two were arrested by the bad guys of Datang for the crime of street fighting——

This is the first time Yuan Tiangang and Chen Yuan met in Datang.

PS: Today's first update... 3,600 words.

The story of the Great Tang Dynasty is still a relatively important node~

I searched a lot of information and prepared, (smoking hand trembles slightly) Yuan Tiangang, Li Chunfeng, the author of the push back picture, and the representative of the ancient gods in China.

After all, I am not the kind of person who is very powerful, so I can only write stories that are good-looking and interesting as much as possible, and it is the Three Kingdoms, after the Great Qin Dynasty, a rare important core point of ancient history~ I hope I can write better