Chapter 1391: The Beginning of the War (1)

Wuping City, high sky and flowing fire.

The sun is shining brightly, it is midsummer, and the streets and alleys are bustling.

The merchants coming and going are like clouds, and the horses and chariots are like dragons. There are row upon row of restaurants and teahouses, creating a scene of peace.

At the gate of the city, a humanoid sculpture with a height of one hundred feet still stood proudly holding a sword.

Cast from spar, it is lifelike. This is the statue of the founding emperor of Lin'an Kingdom. Every stone is smooth and flat, and every detail strives to be true. The spar reflects the brilliance of the sun and tells the vicissitudes of Lin'an for thousands of years.

The long sword pointed directly at Lie Yang, the solemn expression of the stone statue, and the firm eyes seemed to be asking the world a profound question.

"Why am I not wearing clothes?"

The towering city walls exude a misty white smoke, and the formation runes on the gates are all hazy, adding a sense of illusion.

The soldiers guarding the city, half leaning half against the shade of the city gate, smiled and watched the teams entering and leaving the city.

The city gate is so high and wide that it is difficult for birds to enter. Crowded, like mighty rivers and rivers.

Several square tables were set up at the city gate, and several soldiers held paper and pens to register all the merchants and pedestrians entering the city.

"Name, age, where do you come from, is there any goods?"

A soldier looked at the ragged man with a broken sword in his waist and asked aloud.

"Yang Tian, ​​sixteen years old, has just returned from the Nether Forest, and there is only a skinny horse beside him!"

As he spoke, Yang Tian hugged the head of the skinny horse beside him so that the soldiers could see it clearly.

The thin horse suddenly opened its mouth wide, spraying the soldier's face with saliva.

All the merchants and guards guarding the city cast strange glances at Yang Tian.

It seems that the name Yang Tian shocked them greatly!

"Yang Tian? Are you Yang Tian?"

Yang Tian looked at them, waved his hands and smiled, "That's right, it's me."

No one paid any attention to what Yang Tian said, they just looked at him dully. Suddenly, a sharp female voice sounded from the crowd.

"Yang Tian is back!"

The sound went straight into the sky and drifted with the wind.

The next moment, all the people around, no matter how big or small, started to flee desperately. A few old women who are over sixty years old also hobbled out.

All the guards looked at Yang Tian with incomparably weird eyes.

Looking around, Yang Tian smiled lightly: "Sure enough, it's still a familiar cry, a familiar feeling, familiar is good!"

Gently patting the head of the skinny horse beside him, Yang Tian suddenly turned his head and said to the soldiers beside him, "I don't have to pay the city tax."

The soldier nodded again and again, how dare he say no.

After tidying up his clothes, Yang Tian wiped some saliva on his palms and straightened his hair.

The so-called head can be broken, blood can be shed, wife can be changed, and hairstyle can't be messed up. It's hard to come back, so naturally I have to be more energetic. In this way, some beautiful woman might fall in love with her while walking on the street. Who can say for sure about fate.

Pulling his tattered clothes full of holes again, Yang Tian walked up to the statue of the founding emperor, looked up at the crotch of the stone statue, and took a picture of himself through the two smooth and round objects. look like.

"Sure enough, he's still so handsome!"

Yang Tian grinned, and didn't care whether the dusty, sallow, thin, plain-looking man in the spar reflection was handsome. Just talking about the clothes on his body and the broken shoes with all ten toes exposed, it has absolutely nothing to do with the word chic.

Turning his head around, he picked up the skinny horse, Yang Tian held his head high, and walked towards the city in a figure-of-eight gait, valiantly and high-spiritedly.

"Yang Tian is back, everyone run away!"

Shouts continued to ring out in the street.

Immediately afterwards, countless rotten cabbages, tomatoes, and rotten eggs flew from all directions.

Those women and old women who had escaped just now reappeared one after another, throwing things at Lu Fan desperately.

"Smash you bastard to death, you still have the face to come back!"

"Sure enough, it's been a scourge for thousands of years. Can't even the poisonous insects and monsters in the Nether Forest kill you?"

"Yang Tian, ​​go to hell!"

"Everyone, use your strength and throw this bastard to death!"

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Yang Tian strolled among the flying rotten eggs and rotten cabbage, his smile remained undiminished, and his pace was not slow.

His body seemed to have eyes, and he was able to avoid all flying things on his own.

It's just that the skinny horse who was following him suffered, was smashed all over his body, and kept neighing at Lu Fan.

Yang Tian said with a smile: "Old Ma, don't worry, they are welcoming us! You see, when the general returns in triumph, the ground is covered with flowers. Although we are covered with cabbage and tomatoes, the scene is even more spectacular! "

As he said that, Lu Fan turned slightly sideways, and a few more rotten eggs hit the skinny horse directly on the face.

The skinny horse lowered its head, completely speechless.

Following such a master, it can only consider itself unlucky.

Yang Tian happily waved to the surrounding crowd, occasionally meeting someone he knew, he would even say hello.

"Aunt Wang, how is your girl doing recently? Has she looked more juicy?"

"Uncle Zhao, is your niece married? Would you like to send her to me, including room and board!"

Yang Tian yelled happily, but the people he greeted all started yelling, and directly threw out all the things that could be thrown at hand. In the end, there was nothing left to throw, and even took off his own shoes.

Yang Tian didn't care at all, he moved flexibly and dodged easily.

Suddenly, two cold lights rushed out from the crowd and came to Yang Tian like a gust of wind.

One in front and one in back, they are extremely sharp.

The cold light was hidden among the cabbage and tomatoes all over the sky, and it was impossible to see with the naked eye.

But Yang Tian suddenly raised his hand and pulled out the broken sword from his waist. With a wave of his hand, two cold lights were cut back by his sword.

bang bang! Among the crowd, there were two muffled sounds.

The happy women who were throwing suddenly found that the man beside them had collapsed to the ground, with a dagger on his neck for no reason, blood was bubbling, and the woman fainted from fright.

Yang Tian flicked his hand and inserted the sword back, everything happened in an instant, no one saw his movements clearly.

Slowly, Yang Tian smiled and said: "Old horse, welcome to my hometown, a place where I don't know how many people want me to die."

The thin horse exhaled hot air from its nose, and rolled its eyes, as if it was dismissive of what Yang Tian said.

Yang Tian touched the old horse's head and said, "Of course, this place is not comparable to the Nether Forest."

Walking through the streets and alleys, the surrounding crowd gradually thinned out, and before he knew it, Yang Tian had already come to a high-rise courtyard.

There is only this one family in the whole street.

Being able to occupy a street in the capital of Lin'an is definitely not something that ordinary merchant officials can do. It is only one street away from the Imperial Palace in the inner city, so it is definitely an excellent location. The mansion is magnificent and full of nobility. The soldiers guarding the gate were all dressed in meteorite armor, with a chilling air.

On the gate of the mansion, the huge Yang character represents who this family is.

Lin'an State, General's Mansion, Yang Family!

Yang Tian stopped in his tracks, his smile restrained, and he looked at the gate of the Yang family with a complex expression.

At this time, a tall man stood in front of the door, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, broad shoulders and thick back. With both hands on his back, the martial robe flutters with the wind, and the purple gold dragon imperial belt is impressively around his waist. This kind of belt can only be worn by the royal family and nobles, but in Lin'an, there is one person who can wear this kind of belt, and that is General Zhenyuan, Yang Xiao.

Looking at this person, Yang Tian said softly: "Father, I'm back!"