Chapter 666: New Year

At the entrance of the school field, the Heavenly Feather Guards were replaced by ordinary soldiers.

The people of the imperial capital were well-informed, immediately knowing that there was no good show, hissed a few times, and scattered sparsely.

"Let's go, nothing to see."

Baibuhua waved his hand and squeezed into the crowd.

"How does Helun'e think?" Sunar asked.

Helun'e understood that the other party was not asking whether to leave, pondering: "The jade elephant has the style of an upper-level expert, the golden eagle and dragon spear both have the strength of Hunting Tiger mid-level experts, the White Ape... ordinary Hunting Tiger upper-level experts are hard to block, with the color of opening the mysterious light."

Sunar nodded.

Same as his judgment.

"Just don't know the strength of the four people, what is the age..."

"Hope it won't be too young."

"Art" and "Dao," close but not equal.

Different people in the same realm, the thickness of martial arts is completely different.

There are especially many places that need accumulation.

Whether there is superior martial arts, divine ability true art, and to what extent it is cultivated is the first.

In between, it is necessary to divide the characteristics of the exercises, horizontal practice, body method, pupil technique, return Qi, strength, etc., many aspects, how many legs to walk in between, long or not, neat or not, can cooperate seamlessly, there are sayings...

Whether there is special talent, such as martial bones, divine pupils, weapon attack skills, combat talent, self-accumulation... this is the second.

Whether there is a heart that is not afraid of death, a firm and tenacious will, this is the third.

The road of cultivation, the more you walk, the harder it is.

But the gap between people and people is occasionally bigger than between people and dogs.

The so-called empty realm is that the above dimensions are not touched, or even owed.

Experts, at least one item is prominent; masters, then two items are not enough.

To be called a top genius, not only must be comprehensively prominent, without any falling, but also must be top-notch, to be able to overcome the strong!

Nine people from the Northern Court envoy group.

None is not so!

If the four people in the school field were all Hunting Tiger upper level, thirty-something, forty-something, placed in the imperial capital Heavenly Feather Guard, the thickness is really ordinary, conversely, thirty or so, twenty-something, the accumulation is quite amazing...

Pity.

The Heavenly Feather Guards who went out earlier seemed to be all under forty, mostly in their thirties.

"Seize the opportunity to practice, don't relax and be careless."

Everyone took the Heavenly Eagle Cliff specially when they came, soaked in the Golden Pool, but even so, the Flowing Gold Sea lost by the Northern Court reminds the world at all times that Great Shun is an opponent that cannot be careless, like dark clouds pressing on the head.

"At least cut down four games to be worthy of the Khan's cultivation!"

Water flowed.

Outside Jishuitan, under Mo Long Long Jinqiao.

Heavenly Feather Guards sat down one after another, wrapping up a small stall.

The stall didn't sell anything else, just sold stewed beef muscles, soft, hot, the shopkeeper used a small fire to simmer the clay pots, densely packed with hundreds.

"General Meng, want hard or soft?"

"Thirty bowls of rotten, thirty bowls with chewiness."

"Got it, please wait a moment."

The shopkeeper pulled out the fire tongs, clamped the small clay pot from the fire pile, and placed it on the tray.

The idlers on the side saw the noble children and stepped forward to greet.

"Master, what do you want today?"

"Yo, Ma San! Got up early today?"

"New Year's Eve the day after tomorrow, have to come out to earn more silver, so that there are two more dishes on the dining table, right? General, have pity."

Meng Qiang laughed loudly and threw out half a silver ingot.

"Go, buy twenty plates of rabbit meat at Lengyuexuan, ten plates of fried corners, five plates of pork jelly, others, tofu brain, fried dough sticks, meat pie, whatever, find a clean shop, let them go all out, be quick, just twenty-something of us, big appetite, when we are full, you can rest."

"Tofu brain sweet or salty?"

"Sweet."

"Salty."

"Spicy, super spicy!"

Eyes converged.

"What are you looking at me for?" Li Bingzhong took it for granted, "Spicy is fragrant! Put seaweed, pickled vegetable foam, shrimp skin, bean skin shreds inside, then pour a spoonful of chili oil, whoever tastes it knows."

"Okay, want it all!"

"Okay, General, rest."

Ma San greeted his brothers and scattered in all directions.

Not afraid of people stealing money and running away, this is "idlers," only familiar faces have this job, the whole capital has it, mostly people without industry do it, specially waiting for errands in wine shops and hooks, not too full, not too hungry, occasionally meeting noble people to reward silver, can drink two small cups of wine.

Often only in the capital, the population is too concentrated, there are many people without land and property.

Pingyang Prefecture also has it, but not as many as in the capital, so many that it can be seen everywhere, a noble son can follow more than ten behind his butt.

Meng Qiang pulled out chopsticks, clamped them into his elbows, wiped them twice, took the tray sent by the shopkeeper with both hands, not afraid of being hot, grabbed two small clay pots with bare hands, and handed them to Liang Qu.

Opened the lid.

The rich soy sauce sweet fragrance rushed to the face.

Hmm.

Braised.

"Come come come, Minister Liang's merit is renewed day by day, and his reputation flows with the wind, the whole city of princes and nobles, no one doesn't want to get to know each other.

Came to the imperial capital for a few days, eating banquets every day, the stove at home probably hasn't been opened, eating big fish and meat is greasy.

Why not try our capital's snacks, brain meat, especially chewy, capital people call it miscellaneous chewing, business is very good.

Just this small shop under Mo Long Long Jinqiao, looks ordinary, can sell until the third watch, husband and wife and son take turns watching the field, not far, sometimes training in the school field is too late, brothers run out, eat a bowl while hot, the taste is full."

"General Meng is polite, all thanks to the adults for lifting and patronizing."

The shopkeeper who served the new clay pot was full of smiles.

Heavenly Feather Guards love to eat, love to come, all the rascals on the street know, no one dares to come to make trouble, even if they don't collect money, it's worth it.

Liang Qu listened to Meng Qiang talking about heaven and earth, and used chopsticks to clamp out a piece of muscle.

White mist wrapped around the chopstick head.

Soft ones melt in the mouth, all become gelatinous paste, almost drinkable.

Hard ones are also moderate, repeated chewing, taste is full.

"The tip of the peach leaf is the sharpest, the willow leaves cover the sky. Honorable Sir in that position, listen carefully to what I have to say..."

A plump woman tied a floral headscarf; her appearance was ordinary, one could only say clean. On such a cold day, she opened her chest, revealing two rounded mounds, her fair skin frozen red, and she came uninvited to sing.

"Go elsewhere, we brothers have private matters to discuss."

Meng Qiang threw out a small silver bean and waved his hand to dismiss her.

"Many thanks, Official."

The woman thanked him repeatedly, wrapped her clothes tightly, and was about to move away.

"Wait a moment."

Liang Qu called her to stop.

Everyone was surprised.

Meng Qiang whispered: "This is a 'Zha Ke', often found in taverns, a low-class prostitute..."

"That's not what I meant."

Liang Qu laughed, throwing another small silver ingot from his bosom to the woman.

"Happy Spring Festival!"

"Many thanks, My Lord!"

A smile bloomed on the woman's face, and she bowed three times before leaving.

The person disappeared, and the clay pots were served.

Meng Qiang was not in a hurry to eat, looking at everyone.

"After today's comparison, the matter is settled. On the first day of the first lunar month, for the 'Ranked Battle', those under twenty-four years of age, Commandant Liang ranks first. Without accidents, he will be the first to respond to the battle. Does everyone have any objections?"

The Heavenly Feather Guards shook their heads one after another.

Meng Qiang continued.

"Shaofan, Qingdu, Bingzhong, you three didn't get a turn, don't harbor resentment or feel discouraged. Afterward, I will still request merit for you from the Holy Emperor."

"Our skills are inferior, we willingly admit defeat, naturally we have no further words."

"The capable go up and the mediocre go down, all for the sake of Great Shun."

"Good! You are worthy of being the Son of Heaven's personal guards! Bright people!" Meng Qiang was overjoyed, holding a bowl of tofu pudding for each of the four, and raised his own high. "Commandant Liang's fate is that of a fierce dragon crossing the river, naturally extraordinary; only by living near water can one build merit and establish a career.

The Jishui Pool in the Imperial Ducheng is not small, but compared to the famous rivers and lakes of the world, it can still only be considered a small pond. Otherwise, I would have definitely made His Majesty pull Commandant Liang into the Feathered Forest Army today!

However, since we were able to get to know each other today, it is all fate destined by heaven. Everyone, drink this bowl of tofu pudding!"

"Cheers!"

The Heavenly Feather Guards raised their porcelain bowls high and picked up their spoons.

Slurp, slurp.

Delicious!

New Year's Eve.

The setting sun slanted west, the clouds like burning fire.

The stone slabs flowed with deep, rich red, faintly reflecting sparse shadows.

The paper flowers for welcoming spring flew and rolled across the ground, and large red festive flowers were hung before the door.

Tatta Kai held a broom, sweeping the courtyard.

The fat catfish and Round Head each held a water arrow in their mouths, puff-puffing to water the parasol tree.

Long Yao and Long Li pasted up the paper flowers.

Liang Qu and Xiang Zhangsong each carried a large red lantern, hanging them directly under the eaves, the tassels hanging down.

The sound of firecrackers crackled from the beginning of the street to the end, and the air was full of the choking smell of sulfur.

"Where are the closing firecrackers?" Liang Qu turned his head and shouted, "If we don't set off firecrackers, the bad luck will follow us to the next year!"

"Coming, coming!"

Xu Zishuai excitedly stepped over the threshold of the kitchen, holding a half-burnt charcoal stick in his hand, blowing it until it was glowing red, then came outside the gate to light the firecracker fuse and threw it high up.

Liang Qu looked up.

Boom!

Crack!

The bamboo tubes burst, and the faint gray smoke exploded in the sunset, fading away with the wind.

It was a new year.

Liang Qu closed the gate.

"Dinner is served!"

(End of chapter)