Chapter 159 There are mountains and rivers under the feet

The people of Beilang only knew that there was a group of “people at the back of the mountain” living in the north of Qingliang Mountain, and there was no way to know what they were doing or what their status was. The back of Qingliang Mountain is also known as the back of the Yin Mountain, has always been a forbidden place. A wheelchair car slowly down the mountain, Xu Weixiong wrapped a thick black fur, fingers gently close the neckline, the foot of the mountain there is a small piece of navy blue building, inconspicuous, she naturally knows the real Beiliang Machine Building Bureau built on the ground below the perennial bright lights like day, when Liyang swallowed the Spring and Autumn, the Mojia craftsmen for the Zhao room out of the dead force, the great relief of life after this thought can be accomplished, to be alone, to do something to learn, but with the temperament of the Zhao family, the Mojia craftsmen for the Zhao room, the great relief of life after this thought can be accomplished, to be alone, to do something to learn, but with the temperament of the Zhao family. However, the urine of the Zhao family, coupled with the old chief minister of Li Yang on the Mozi family has been degraded as “Spring and Autumn hooligans 10 countries”, scattered throughout the court of thousands of Mozi was slaughtered, especially Gu Jiantang and several generals in the line of Mozi, almost all of them were evaporated overnight from the earth, and even the body can not be found, only less than a hundred people remaining, in the Xu family’s The only remaining less than a hundred people, in the Xu family under the wings of the shelter to survive, which to the great craftsmen Song Chang Sui and Yang Guangdou two old man as the honor, Song Chang Sui is skilled in weapon forging, Yang Guangdou long in the attack and defense deduction, were the old giant Zuo Qilian’s favorite students. During the mourning period, Xu Fengyen, who is pushing the cart behind him, went to the machine building bureau in addition to “chasing souls and asking for life”, and urged Song Changshui and his disciples to step up the building of the runic armor, and Yang Guangdou to teach the Western Front deduction, Xu Fengyen is not a stranger to the machine building bureau, and it’s not much to say that it is not a temporary fix, but it is still a teenager’s son, and he often slips into the underground of the machine building bureau every now and then. When he was still a teenager, he often sneaked into the underground lair of the Bureau every now and then to enjoy the unique scene of the hot and bustling scene there. The geographical map of Qingliang Mountain that was deliberately leaked out from the royal palace, which was a “misguided” one, came from Xu Fengyen and Cao Wei, the disciple of the great master craftsman Song Changshui. If Xu Fengnian wanted to go to the machine building bureau to help his son get back at him, the two old men, Song Yang and Cao Wei, would raise their heads to pick their nostrils and the other would squint and pull out their earwax, and they wouldn’t know what they were talking about, anyway, if they wanted to find Cao Wei’s kid in that labyrinth, unless Xu Primus was determined to find him, they would have to find him. child, unless Xu Snapdragon is determined to use two or three thousand soldiers to dig the ground three feet before line, but later Xu Fengyen learned smart, bought many of his peers in the Machine Building Bureau, a partnership to suppress Cao Wei, together with the road blocking sets of sacks, which is considered to be back a few games, in short, Xu Fengyen and slightly older Cao Wei, the relationship can not be described as how to get along, but also a little bit of the natural and destiny of the meaning of the opposite, but each have their own weaknesses, for example, said Xu Fengyen Want to sinister trap who, or say pounding some fantastic objects, Cao Wei, no matter how reluctant mouth chatter, really do things more than anyone else’s hands and feet nimble. Xu Weixiong arrived at the door of the machine building bureau, but did not go in, let Xu Fengyen walk in alone, she is a detour, the wheel along the quiet green stone path, back to the sunny side of Qingliang Mountain.

Xu Fengyen familiar walk into the machine building bureau, unobstructed, walls embedded with lights tunnels continue to extend downward, as if there is no end, the machine building bureau claimed to be able to fill an inverted Qingliang mountain, the scale of the large, can be imagined, Xu Fengyen zigzagged and zagged away for a small half an hour, through the seven secret chambers, twelve secret passages, before finally walking to the bottom somewhere, the view is wide open, there is a two-storey-high refining furnace, the furnace surrounded by racks have A dozen ladders around the furnace, more than ten feet away from the furnace, there is a book case, piled up with scribbled drawings, under the table is also scattered countless, a few red-faced old men arguing there, occasionally pointing at the furnace, Xu Fengyen did not disturb the gang of old men cursing, walked in front of the furnace, was reflected in the firelight, red, the furnace name “Ding ware! “, the origin is extraordinary, has been ancient Tongxi sword furnace, still in the casting of the sword of the East Vietnam Sword Pond wind and snow furnace, compared to this, are a small witch to see a big witch, it is said that the Great Qin to get the world, the collection of the world’s iron casting of the nine tripods, used to suppress the two cities, three rivers and four mountains, is to use this kind of Mojia seniors to build the furnace, Xu Fengyen smiled, is reverie, was jumped up and a pat on the head, Xu Fengyen lazy turn around, a slap on the face of that unknowledgeable man, Xu Fengyen, the man who did not know what to do with the stove, and the man who did not know the way of the world. A slap on the face of the guy who does not understand the etiquette of the gently pat fly, behind immediately came a burst of cursing, Xu Fengyen since the practice of the sword, behind this guy is much more honest, but the river and mountain is easy to change the nature, surnamed Cao still can not help but to provoke a few times, and then is the end of this. Cao Wei rubbed his cheeks and stood shoulder to shoulder with Xu Fenian, this young man is short in stature, losing is not losing, with Xu Fenian, he likes to stand on tiptoe, but even so, he is still half a head shorter than Xu Fenian. Xu Fenian laughed: “I heard that ‘heavy grandson’ was tossed out by you?”

Cao Wei proudly said, “Compared to the sharpest ‘old ancestor’, the sharpness is one point worse, compared to the strongest ‘grandson’, the firmness is half a point worse, compared to the lightest ‘ Pops’, but heavier by a small half-two. Now you know the power, right?”

Xu Fengyen face sneer splash cold water said, “are poor on a little, there is no which is the best in the successive generations of Beiliang knife?”

Old ancestor or not, grandson or not, are Xu Fengyen and Cao Wei two nicknames for the Northern Liang knife, the old ancestor is the first generation of the real into the system of the Xu family knife, the early Spring and Autumn period of war, the Xu family soldiers are relying on the sharpness of the first generation of the Liang knife to fight the world, it can be said that invincible, in the middle and late Spring and Autumn period, for example, the battle of Western Sichuan and Xiangfan attack and defense of the end of the period, the second generation of the knife, the sharpness of the first generation is not as sharp! “old ancestor”, but relatively more lightweight and sturdy, to the master of Beiliang, the third generation of Beiliang knife “father”, and re-do the trade-offs, nowadays many Beiliang Road neighboring states and counties of the dude hanging wear Beiliang knife, most of the knife arc curve is the most wonderful! “Son”, to “grandson” this generation, the Northern Liang knife has been through five generations, and then in the hands of Cao Wei, is considered to be six generations, ushered in the smallest “heavy grandson”, the six kinds of Liang knife, unless they are accustomed to touching the weapon. Unless one is accustomed to touching the weapon of a hundred war veterans, or else it is difficult to distinguish the difference between them, by Xu Cao two people privately become “grandson” of the fifth generation of the “Xu family knife”, has been away from the sun North Mang two dynasties of the art of war is recognized as the most both offensive and defensive war knife, regardless of infantry horseback battle is the world’s first. Battle is the world’s first, North Mang South Dynasty several generals and Liyang Yan Zhi Wang Zhao Bing Guangling Wang Zhao Yi these famous martial arts, not thought of large quantities of imitation, just seems simple a knife out of the box, involving the texture of the iron ore, iron mining efficiency, furnace fire, forging process, molds, etc., and even to take into account the use of the knife soldier’s stature of the body and arm proportions of the size of the strength of the required learning complex and difficult, in addition to the North Rang Iron ore texture outstanding as well as craftsmen craftsmanship within the many advantages, the most important is the Northern Liang iron horsemen e guarding the border for twenty years, the knife this thing, drink did not drink blood, drink more or less, will correspondingly affect its essence.

Don’t look at Xu Fengyen mouth sarcastic Cao Wei refining out of the “heavy Sun” does not sound good, in fact, do not need to see the knife personally hand touch the knife, can already be determined from the words of this generation of the newly released “Xu knife” hegemony, it’s not the sharpest, the most solid, but is certainly the It is not the sharpest or the strongest, but it is certainly the most effective weapon for killing people with long-lasting lethality!

As expected, Cao Wei who felt insulted jumped to his feet and scolded, “You layman, if you have the ability, don’t touch the ‘Chongsun’ in your life!”

Xu Fengyen didn’t bother to argue with him, stretched out his hand, and soon there were Cao Wei’s brothers and sisters running to present three new swords, this generation of Xu knives are the same as the “heavy grandson”, but according to the usual practice, the cavalry and infantry as well as the Lingshou generals who are guarding the rear defenses, the three swords have their own subtle favoritism, and in general, the Beiliang Iron Cavalry, especially a few elite cavalrymen, is equipped with the newest Liang knives, the most important thing is that it has a new sword. Generally speaking, the Northern Liang Iron Cavalry, especially the elite heavy cavalry, are equipped with the most new and outstanding swords, and as long as the new swords are available, they can be replaced almost immediately, whereas the ordinary defenders in the Lingzhou territory, such as the town troops that are not in the dangerous Tongguan passes, are much more “slow” and slower. Xu Fengyen received a war rider’s saber, his left hand held the hilt of the saber across his chest, his right hand fingers wiped across the blade, turning a blind eye to the blood seeping out of his forefinger, squinting his eyes, knocking on the saber for a dozen times, pricked up his ears and listened to the slight reverberation that people could not recognize, and nodded his head with satisfaction, his warm and mellow smile slowly overflowing in the clear and elegant face. The several young Mozi who were treated as traitors by Cao Wei were all relieved and smiled at each other.

Xu Fengyen was about to speak when he heard a loud roar, an old man called out “Surname Xu”, Xu Fengyen exchanged his sword to the Mozi and walked towards the book case, the great master of the Mozi family Song Changshui put his hands behind his back, full of alcohol, skimming his head, signaling Xu Fengyen to follow, the old man whose face was full of beard like weeds walked straight towards the newly created secret room, Yang Guangdou, who was not as unlike Song Changshui as he was, and was not as good as Cao Wei. Not as unkempt as Song Chang Sui, a green shirt, clean and fresh, walking beside Xu Feng Nian, he said softly: ”Old Song, according to the king’s intention, took two decades to get it right, every day you have to drink six or seven jugs of wine to refresh your mind before you can do it, after Yang Mou has seen it, I think it’s not bad. By the way, Your Majesty, how is the little prince’s talismanic armor? How many percent of Murong Baoding’s attack did it withstand? Converted into kilograms, has it exceeded our initial prediction of 16,000 kilograms? How much toughness has the armor developed on its own? Where does it need to be improved? If the apocalypse purple thunder is measured by the number of eight or nine, the specific number of how much, the king you should give us an exact number of it, the machine manufacturing bureau or to achieve the target, can not let us spend effort, in the end, to build a mirage, which is not the rules of the Mojia. The king must also know the old man Song’s temperament, on the nature of his root and branch ……”

Song Chang Sui at the front gave a heavy cold snort.

Xu Fengyen pulled out a long prepared handwritten journal from his pocket and laughed, “All these things, I have written them on the secret journal, old Yang can just follow the steps next.”

Yang Guangdu put it into his sleeve and nodded with a smile.

Song Chang Sui pushed open the door to the secret room, and his vision opened up.

There were mountains and rivers under his feet!

This was probably the grandest and most detailed sand table in history, encompassing the three states of Northern Liang, the land of the exiles, the Western Regions, Western Shu, and Southern Zhao, as well as all thirteen states of the Northern Mang Dynasty, or to be more precise, this was the entire Western Front that ran through the world!

Without any sense of accomplishment, Song Chang Sui stared at the huge sand table and said in a grave tone, “Twenty major rivers, sixty-seven mountains, and one hundred and forty cities and military towns are all included. According to the spy report described several parties’ troop configuration, also with the number of pieces one instead of a thousand people piled on it, barely managed to make it clear at a glance. The reason why day and night to help you do this, one is my ink door under the fence, the Xu family to help our gang of thieves remaining life for more than twenty years, should contribute ten, in the sense of reason to contribute ten. Secondly, your planning, very much in line with my appetite, for me Song Chang Sui, everything under the sky, there is no one is not able to go to the precise calculation, small to a family’s bottom of more or less, large to a country’s national strength, the realm of the land gods, can be used to calculate the calculation. Xu Fenian, you tell me, North Mang really want to fight the Western Front first?”

Xu Fenian hmmmed and calmly said, “It was the Beimang female emperor herself who said it, now it depends on when and where to start the fight. We in Northern Liang no longer need to have the luxury of hoping that Northern Mang will break into that big quagmire on the eastern front of Liyang with both feet first, and Yang Lao’s expected deduction with Mr. Wang of Shangyin Palace of Learning of stepping on the east with one foot and stepping on the west with the other foot will have to be pushed all the way back.”

Yang Guangdou sighed and said guiltily, “It was Yang’s incompetent learning and inappropriate planning that misled the great general and the king. Back then, it’s not that the second county princess didn’t remind Yang Mou to plan for the worst, but Yang Mou made several projections and didn’t feel that North Mang’s Order of the Peace’s eastern line straight down had any chance of winning ……”

Xu Fengyen waved his hand, interrupting Yang Guangdou’s words, and said softly, “There is no harm in it, Yang Lao doesn’t need to blame himself, the gains and losses on the desk have to give way to the victory or defeat of a hard-fought battle in the end.”

Song Chang Sui snickered, “Old man Yang, listen to these words, this kid in his heart and soul despises you bunch of paper strategists. He is really in the same lineage as Xu Cripple, he doesn’t believe in anything, in the end, he only believes in the sword in his own hand!”

Xu Fengyen and Yang Guangdou both laughed it off.

Cao Wei did not know when to sneak into the sand table, out of an arc, squatting in a place, read endlessly.

Xu Fengyen looked at the back of this guy, the two are born enemies, Xu Fengyen is familiar with Cao Wei, this dwarf is very cheap, belongs to the kind of can sit never stand can lie never sit kind of guy, very shameless, not familiar with him, after a few words, will start to feel that he owes scolding, familiar with the later, to feel that this guy is really fucking need to be beaten up. Cao Wei and afraid of death and afraid to see blood, but partial to the thought of one day to lead the troops to war, dreaming of personally going to the iron and steel, other people hope to be feudal vassal worship, are running to the beautiful future and hold power to go, Cao shorty is running to the fun to go, Xu Fengyen has not been hereditary replacement of the king of the Northern Liang, Cao Wei is still calm, meet is nothing more than a quarrel, this time, Xu Fengyen into the king of the Northern Liang, Cao Wei is with the Cao Wei is like a chicken blood general, full of a cat in spring, yelling to Xu Fengyen to ask for a few thousand light cavalry, and then run to the western region to hide, and then finally a sneaky long-distance raids, in his words, that is, he wants to go directly to the north of Mang ass where the ruthless knife, Xu Fengyen did not pay attention to him at the beginning, the boy threatened to take the sixth generation of the “Xu Knife” in exchange for a few thousand cavalry commanders. In exchange for the right to command a few thousand cavalry, the result really gave him the “heavy grandson” pounded out. Cao Wei’s art of war is a wild origin, Xu Fengyen is not sure of the depth, but Cao’s style can be an example, like playing chess, Cao Wei is not willing to sit down to enter the game, he will find it too tiring, why do you need to layout the first hand with a long examination of the disk, Cao Wei will only look at the game of two people, but also to watch the chess does not say anything, but when the two sides are always going to close the game, he is going to take out the pieces should not have landed on the board haphazardly, knocked down, and said that the game has been decided, and that the game has been settled. It is said that the situation has been finalized, to him as the old man one or two pieces will be able to solve the two hundred pieces of the official game. This kind of rogue guy, who would not want to whip him to death? But the hangdog Cao Wei is only afraid of a person, is Xu Weixiong, on the fight on chess on the art of war on the quarrel, Cao Wei have no chance of winning, is really not to be convinced, before Cao Wei is short, the mantra is to wait for the old man to become a great general of the country, dare to look down on me to cut off your head, and then come to see who is taller. The result was Xu Weixiong not coldly topped a sentence, said Cao Wei you this height, just cut off other people’s heads or useless, have to be chopped to be taller than others. After that, Cao Wei was never happy to say this mantra again.

Before Xu Fengyen left, he was scolded by the old man Song, Song Changshui scolded this guy as a loser who doesn’t know how to hold a family, even to this day has not been able to take the canal, scolded this guy for accepting the court’s second decree, taking over the title of the upper pillar state and accepting the court’s decision not to take over the feelings of the restoration of his life, scolded him for having no backbone, and also scolded Xu Fengyen for seeking the end of the road and should not be so focused on the scholar! Frozen military generals, anyway, this old man thought of what to scold what, he Song Chang Sui is not satisfied with anything, the young king of Beiliang was sprayed with a face of spittle, smiling face unchanged, also do not return the mouth, standing there to take the sleeve to wipe his face a few times. If it is not Yang Guangdou stops, said energetic Song Chang Sui almost to roll up the cuffs, directly pointing to the new feudal king’s nose to open the curse.

Xu Fengyen waited until the old man did not have the strength to curse anymore, then he turned around and left with a helpless face.

Yang Guangdou stood at the door with a helpless face and said, “Old Song, almost, Xu Fenian is after all the King of Northern Liang now.”

Song Chang Sui glared, “What, you can’t curse when you become a vassal king?”

Yang Guangdu glanced at the young man’s distant back and said softly, “At least give him some face, you and I both know that this young man, it’s not easy to be in charge. If it were someone else, being scolded by you like this, he would have flung his face at you long ago.”

Song Chang Sui coldly grunted, “How dare he?!”

Yang Guangdu smirked and asked back, “You really think he doesn’t dare?”

Song Chang Sui froze and laughed heartily, “This kid ah, won’t.”

Yang Guangdou slowly nodded, “That’s right.”

Song Chang Sui softly lamented, “I’m too lazy to scold others, nor am I willing to do so. In today’s Northern Liang, all the old men who can scold him are pretty much gone, and if even I don’t scold him, this kid is truly lonely.”

Cao Wei sneaked behind the two masters and said with a shy face, “The sword was also built, that guy can’t not give me a single soldier, right?”

Song Chang Sui slapped Cao Wei on the head, “Look at you, go play with yourself!”

Cao Wei said angrily, “This guy is so stingy that he won’t give me anything! He’s so mean! No, give me back my sword!”

Yang Guangdou blinked, stretched out a palm, flipped it over and said with a playful smile, “This number, can’t get away.”

Cao Wei froze on the spot.

Xu Fengnian walked back to the ground, carrying a new Xu family knife, walked up the backwoods mountain road to the top of Qingliang Mountain, sat down on the stone bench at the bottom of the building, drew out the cool knife from its sheath that might soon be stained with blood on the border, and gently snapped his fingers and flicked it.

Great rivers and mountains, cut endless great heads.