Chapter 391 A white horse leaves the capital and patrols the prefectures with a sword (Part 2)

Ji Yuan led his horse to Fusi, Beizhen, and saw an open gate.

There were about a hundred Yunying Tiqi and Bullfighting Flag, led by Li Yan, Pei Tu and Tong Guan respectively.

They all carried swords and crossbows hanging from their waists, lined up in order, and stood solemnly.

In terms of momentum alone, he can be called an elite.

Thirty good horses, fifty pairs of high-quality armor, and more than three hundred people practicing swordsmanship, this is the total wealth of Ji Yuan's hunting expedition in Liaodong.

According to the fifth-level official position of a thousand households, it would not be a problem for him to be in charge of thousands of people.

The reason why he only brought about 300 accompanying guards was that Beiya did not have so many Tiqi to allocate to him;

On the other hand, Ji Yuan also looked down upon these cloud eagle bullfighters who stayed in the capital all year round, thinking that there were many idlers among them who exploited the people and left them to death.

Let alone the fierce and brave Liaodong frontier army, I am afraid that they may not be able to withstand the powerful bandits in the white mountains and black waters.

Rather than delaying major events by having a mixed bag of good and bad, it is better to streamline the army and make it easier to move forward.

Wait until you arrive in Liaodong and then recruit yourself.

It is most appropriate to select the best.

As we all know, the brave cavalry and warriors who retreated from Jiubian.

Even if they are at the same level of martial arts, one against five is not a problem.

If given strong bows and horses, spears and iron armor, it would be possible to fight one against ten.

Especially the Liaodong soldiers!

Back then, he rode with Daliang, ascended the guard first, and fell into the camp.

They are also known as the four great tiger and wolf masters.

"With my background as a military man in Liaodong, it shouldn't be difficult to recruit troops."

Ji Yuan loosened the reins and handed the Hu Lei Bao to Xiao Bingji, who was following closely behind.

Stepping onto the steps, the red python robe was particularly eye-catching, reflected in the eyes of many Tiqi and Xiaoqi.

For a time, warm gazes with different meanings such as admiration, envy, and adoration were projected towards him in unison.

"This is the change brought about by gaining power and entering martial arts.

A fist is power, a clenched fist is power, and a strong punch is power."

Ji Yuan had a slight realization, his mind sank slightly, he activated the Emperor's Heavenly Dao Diagram and sensed the invisible energy in the deep void.

Various auras and fates appear one by one like tassels hanging down.

[Brave (white)], [Gambler (white)], [Flower (white)], [Raising horses (white)]...

[Treasure Appraisal (Green)], [Ghost-head Sword (Green)], [Poison Master (Green)], [Heir from the Side Sect (Green)]

In just one moment, the lives of hundreds of people were all affected.

Most are white, with very few cyan.

There are still a few unlucky ones who have a gray destiny, like a dark cloud covering their heads.

"Selecting talents is very easy to use."

Ji Yuan's mind wandered, and his eyes swept across the leaders Li Yan, Pei Tu, and Tong Guan, followed by a group of Yunying Tiqi and bullfighting flags.

He didn't have any long and heroic speech, he just spoke eight big words briefly and powerfully.

"Prepare your horses! Let's go! Take office in Liaodong!"

boom!

The Fusi Yamen in Beizhen seemed to be thundering from the ground, and there was a continuous sound of agreement.

The meager energy and blood of hundreds of people was like a trickle, instantly converging into a big river and dispersing the heavy clouds that blocked the sky.

…

…

Jinfeng Xiaoyu Tower, Phoenix Terrace.

It was rare for Qin Wugou to change out of the Qianhu official robe of Beizhen Fusi, and he did not wear neat and elegant clothes that were convenient for fighting.

Today she is wearing a simple and elegant cross-collared narrow-sleeved coat skirt, looking dignified and elegant.

She is like an iceberg on weekdays, her aloof aura that repels people thousands of miles away has mostly subsided, and instead she has a gentle and amiable little girlish attitude.

"You, for the first time, asked your servant to dress you up. You used the best rouge and gouache, and carefully drew your eyebrows. You also spent a lot of time choosing new clothes that suit your liking.

It turns out that it’s already this time and everyone is about to leave the city. My Lord Qianhu, why are you still sitting here?”

Qin Xin seemed to hate that iron could not become steel, and kept talking:

"A person who is usually so sassy and dashing turns out to be dragging his feet when things get tough.

You have given your body and your heart, so you have to ask for a guarantee from Ji Jiulang, right?

If that doesn't work, it would be better if each of us makes our intentions clear and express our sincere feelings to each other.

It has been three to five years since he went to Liaodong. He now has a bright future and is like a great roc with wings spread to nine heavens.

In the future, I may encounter other slutty bastards and women from prominent families.

The slave family has heard that the last time he came to the palace, the queen and mother-in-law wanted to marry him.

There is also Mrs. Lin from Yujiazhuang, Wannian County. Although she is a widow, she also has a child.

But there is no guarantee that some men are just as good as this one!

Love is stronger than gold, and it cannot survive the wasted years... Mr. Qianhu."

Qin Wugou was sitting on a soft couch with a lyre in front of him.

She reached out and fiddled with it a few times, but the sound was out of tune.

He turned to:

"Why are you more anxious than me? It doesn't really matter whether I go to see Jiuro or not and whether I see him off or not.

No matter how big the Jing Dynasty was, the distance between the East China Sea and the White Mountains and Black Waters was only thirty thousand miles.

If you really want to see her face to face, it will only take you a few days and nights to see her under the stars and the moon."

Qin Xin snorted softly, as if to vent her anger, and sneered:

"Qin Qianhu can take it so much and let it go? That's because the slave family is short-sighted and underestimates you.

But if you really want to be open-minded and free from lingering thoughts, why are you reciting those two sour poems so early in the morning and going back and forth non-stop!? My ears are all calloused.

In the past, there were no scholars from the academy or disciples of the Confucian school who wrote poems and painted paintings for you.

At that time, you didn't even look at them, you just hit each of them with a big gun, making them roll on the ground.

How come you have changed your temper now and suddenly like Fengyue Yaya?"

After all, they were close friends who had known each other for several years. Qin Xin's words were as sharp as a knife, cutting into people's hearts without drawing any blood.

However, the female Qianhu turned a deaf ear and looked down at the lyre, wondering what she was thinking.

"What do you know? Those poor people who write poems for their fame are so arty that it taints your eyes just by looking at them.

Where can I write such a good sentence as "If the love between two people lasts for a long time, how can we stay together day and night?"

And in front of it is 'Golden Wind and Jade Dew, once they meet, they will defeat countless people in the world', Golden Wind and Jade Dew... Jiulang's thoughts are all in it."

After a long while, Qin Wugou raised his head, with a smile on his face and eyes, as if he was happily pregnant with spring.

"Look at the Yinu family, you are really crazy. A few poems can make you happy. How can you still have the evil spirit of Fusi Qianhu in Beizhen?"

Qin Xin was so angry that her teeth itched. She used to be madly in love with Su Meng.

Qin Wugou also sneered many times, saying that she was like a green vine, always looking for a man to depend on.

Now, when she turned around and saw her close friend falling in love, Qin Xin finally felt the urgency of wanting to pour a bucket of water over her.

She really couldn't figure it out, how could he be so obsessed with the heroic Qin Wugou when he was just a young grass that had not reached its crown?

"I have also thought about whether I should go to the city gate to see him off, or take a look at him from a distance.

Otherwise, with thousands of mountains and rivers and numerous obstacles, what should I do if I think about it later and can’t remember the appearance?”

Qin Wugou folded his hands, leaned over the armrest of the soft couch, tilted his head and said:

"But the master said that if you have that person in your heart, you will identify with him in this life and you must be him.

There is no need to wait so eagerly, wait slowly like making wine, wait until the mellow aroma can no longer be suppressed, then take it out and taste it.

When we meet each other, our eyes are filled with emotion and our pulse is silent, which is the most touching thing.

She used this move back then to successfully capture Commander Ao in one fell swoop."

Qin Xin sighed and covered her forehead with her hands.
To be continued...