In the first year of Jingkang in the Northern Song Dynasty, in this snowy winter, at this stall when the new year was approaching, the Jin Kingdom cavalry could not bear the loneliness and resolutely chose to go south, seemingly intending to give this prosperous and prosperous Bianliang City a big surprise.

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The folk proverb "It's not cold when it's cold, people and horses are restless", and in this winter of the Song Dynasty, this sentence seems to have another explanation.

"I remember when I first arrived here, my father once said that the Feng Shui here is good. It faces south and is surrounded by mountains and rivers. It is a good place to raise people. At that time, I was still not convinced. No matter how good it was, it was still a good place to raise people.

Can it be compared to Bianliang? My father said that although Bianliang is prosperous, there are still official families living there."

The howling north wind became hot and fierce as the war approached. Young Yue Fei and Yue Pengju were looking unblinkingly at the indifferent young man in fox fur on the bluestone in front of him.

The young man seemed to be in poor health. He was always holding a white silk handkerchief in his hand. Under his handsome face, there was a faint hint of sickly paleness. When he spoke, he would occasionally cough uncontrollably, which made him look particularly unusual.

Invoking pity.

"I have to say that for a long time, I never understood what that sentence meant. What happened to the official family? There are so many gentlemen at the feet of the emperor, so many literati, so many people who live and work in peace and contentment, so many noble people... cough cough

cough…"

"By the way, there's... a lot of right and wrong there. Whether it's the Liao people in the past or the Jurchens today, they all yearn for the wealth there and covet the women there. However, everything there belongs to the Emperor of the Song Dynasty. By chance,

Our official is not courageous enough, and the army cannot fight. So, what else is there to care about? Just grab whatever you want. Are you right?"

The young man tightened the fox fur around his body. Although his body looked a little weak, he exuded an inexplicable aura and majesty. He was the master of this village, and standing in front of him were two ordinary villagers.

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Perhaps because of the cold weather, or perhaps because of inner fear, the two dealers were already pale and trembling, and were on the verge of collapse.

After two plops, the two of them knelt down and cried bitterly: "The little one is wrong, owner of the village, please be merciful and let the little one go."

"Have mercy on me, owner of the village. I still have a mother in her sixties to support at home. I can't die yet..."

In the cold wind, the two of them cried louder and louder, but the young man's expression was still as calm as ever, just like the breeze in the past, elegant and indifferent: "There is a great terror between life and death. You two have been captured by the Jurchens."

I can understand if you want to survive. There is food and women on Zhuangzi, so I can understand if you bring people here."

Having said this, the young man frowned, his voice finally became high-pitched, and he stared at the two people and asked, "But why did you still tell them that there is a trap here?"

In an instant, the air around them seemed to be trembling. The two of them felt their hearts beating wildly and their minds buzzing. But as soon as they finished speaking, the young man coughed again.

"It was him, Tie Zhu, who told them there was a trap here."

Suddenly, one of the dealers pointed at another person and shouted.

"Shunzi, you are a bitch. If you hadn't led the way, would those Jurchens have found Zhuangzi?"

The person being pointed at yelled not to be outdone.

"You fart, village master, my mother is still in the village, how can I lead the way for those Jurchens."

"You are the one who brought him, owner of the village. Shunzi scolded his mother every once in a while and refused to give him food. This matter has spread throughout the village. This bitch is just a white-eyed wolf who has not been raised well."

"I...I..."

As soon as these words came out, the banker named Shunzi felt as if he had been pinched seven inches. He wanted to resist, but was unable to do anything.

Seeing that he was hesitating for a long time and couldn't explain the reason, the young man simply took a hatchet with cold light from the hands of others, threw it directly on the ground and said: "Tie Zhu, since you said that the person was brought here by chance.

Yes, then chop him to death and eliminate this scourge for Zhuangzi."

"Ah...ah" Tie Zhu never expected that the village owner, who was always modest and tolerant in his dealings with others, would actually make such a request at this time, and he couldn't help being stunned on the spot.

"Why, you don't want to? Or are you the one leading the way?"

The young man frowned, and his remaining patience seemed to have been exhausted. Just when he raised his right hand, the banker named Tiezhu suddenly stopped, picked up the hatchet on the ground, and swung it towards Shunzi.

Perhaps because he was too nervous, Tie Zhu didn't pay attention to his steps and stepped on a stone covered with snow. The hatchet in his hand was off target and struck Shunzi directly on the shoulder.

The latter screamed, and a big gash appeared on his shoulder. As blood surged, you could even see traces of heat rising.

"Ah...ah, I will fight with you!"

Seeing that the aorta was broken, Shunzi was so desperate that he didn't even care about the wound. He rushed forward and bit Tie Zhu's neck.

They both fell to the ground and rolled into a ball. When the snowflakes fell to the ground, they found that both of them were dead.

Even though the blood was stained red, Shunzi still stared angrily, refusing to let go. Tie Zhu's face was full of confusion, and he couldn't believe it.

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"Little General, thank you very much for what happened today. Without you, our Zhuangzi would probably have suffered." The young man smiled gently, not caring at all about the pile of corpses on the ground.

"Young master, I'm embarrassed. Yue is just a small soldier. Where did he come from as a general?" Yue Fei touched his nose, feeling a little embarrassed. But when he turned around,

He took another look at the two corpses on the ground.

"Do you think what I did is too cruel?" The young man patted the snow on his clothes, stood up and said.

"This..." Yue Fei lowered his head, not knowing how to answer for a moment. As a passerby, he really had no position to evaluate this matter.

"Whether you believe it or not, I am actually a good person, a good old man, at least before this."

The young man sighed: "Since I became the owner of this village, I have been busy with the livelihood of the village. I usually don't care about people. Even if someone makes a mistake and can get over it, it will be over."

The young man coughed for a while again: "It's hard to open my head, and I don't want to. It's just... I'm sick and I'm going to die."

Yue Fei's pupils shrank slightly. Although everyone could tell that the person in front of him was sick, he didn't expect it to be so serious. As a veteran who has been fighting for many years, he has long been indifferent to life and death. At this moment, he felt a little more unreasonable.

Very sorry.

"My name is Ou Ye, Ye Ye, it is said that my ancestor is the famous swordsmith Ou Yezi."

"I am Yue Fei, whose courtesy name is Pengju." Yue Fei cupped his fists and saluted.

"Yue Fei, what a good name." Ou Ye smiled, and then told a farmer next to him: "Go and bring the gun."

The banker was stunned for a moment, thinking he heard wrongly, but when he saw the other party's stern eyes, he hurriedly ran out.

"Gun? What kind of gun?" Yue Fei asked curiously. As a gun lover, he was naturally interested. However, the gun he used originally shattered the facial bones of a Jurchen cavalry.

, it is no longer usable.

"Lance, just finished."

Ou Ye squinted at the distant hills and suddenly felt that the white snow was a bit dazzling, so he lowered his head and said: "I have loved knocking since I was a child. I think the sound of steel hitting is very nice, like... like a girl singing.

generally.

I especially like to take risks with my sword and mess around with things. My dream is to create an indestructible and unique magical weapon."

"Perhaps I got carried away. A few years ago, while trying new materials, I accidentally got poisonous poison into my body and injured my heart. It's what it is like now."

Ou Ye smiled bitterly: "But fortunately, the thing is finally made, so I don't have any regrets."

"Young master is still young. If you can find a good doctor..."

"It's useless." Ou Ye waved his hands, looking very calm: "Even the famous doctors in Bianliang City are helpless about my disease, let alone other people. I'm fine. The only thing I'm worried about now is these villagers.

They."

As he said that, he pointed behind him. Yue Fei turned around and saw that at some point, there were already people standing in the distance. Judging from their clothes, they should be the bankers that Ou Ye mentioned.

Among the crowd, there were old and young. Although the weather was cold, everyone stood quietly as if they couldn't feel the temperature.

"I don't know why, but since Taizong and his father failed one after another in the Northern Expedition, there has been a problem in this country. Whether it is the man on the throne or the princes in the temple, they can all write well, but they forget to

How should I write the word responsibility?"

Ou Ye turned his head and looked at Yue Fei with a trace of regret in his eyes: "Your eyebrows are like swords and you are so upright and straight that you often don't know how to adapt and just go to the dark side. This is very dangerous.

I'm not worried that you will die on the battlefield, after all, that is the destination of heroes. What I am worried about is that you will be killed by others, by your own people, just like that General Di Qing...

Of course, perhaps because of this, you are able to fight those Jurchens without hesitation. To be honest, I was really scared when I saw that you alone dared to charge against a dozen Jurchen cavalry before."

As he said that, Ou Ye couldn't help but smile, and Yue Fei also laughed. For some reason, even though they had just met each other not long ago, when he saw this sickly young man, he felt inexplicably familiar and friendly.

It's like an old friend I haven't seen for many years.

While the two were talking, the gun had been taken out and wrapped in red cloth, making it look somewhat mysterious.

At Ou Ye's signal, Yue Fei took the gun over, opened it and saw that it was a gilded silver-tipped gun eight feet tall. As soon as he took it, he felt that the gun was a little light, so he waved it around casually.

After a few moments, there was a faint buzzing sound.

Yue Fei was suddenly surprised, he held a gun flower again and stabbed forward lightly.

There was a crisp "squeak" sound, just like chopsticks piercing tofu, and the tree trunk as thick as a thigh was pierced directly through.

"This...how is this possible?" Yue Fei was extremely surprised.

"The material of this gun is somewhat special. It is taken from a kind of red iron ore produced in Sichuan. I will call it Taijin for the time being. The gun body cast from it is light yet sharp, and

And it is extremely tough. If it collides with ordinary iron tools, the latter will definitely be broken. The casting process is extremely difficult. If not for this, I would really like to cast a few more, so that I can grow bigger.

The Song generals should shed less blood."

If the dog emperor who traveled through time was here, he might know this kind of material, titanium alloy, which is what rockets, aircraft carriers and artificial satellites use.

"Little general, how do you like this gun?" Ouye asked.

"Very good...very good. It's not an exaggeration to call it a magic gun." At this moment, Yue Fei was so excited that he didn't even care about Ou Ye's name. He just stroked the gun body gently, as if

The Buddha is caressing the body of a peerless beauty.
To be continued...