Chapter 9 Character Relationships in Wuxia Novels Part 8: The Hero and the Gift-Giver

People are strong, horses are strong. The horseshoes trampled on the road paved with bluestone slabs, like thunderstorms, like drums of war, shaking people's ears buzzing.A man on a horse, lying on the horse's back.With the ups and downs of the horse's body, it looks like waves from a distance. The road paved with bluestone slabs is one foot or two feet wide and straight forward. At a glance, the end is almost invisible. The three-foot-square stone slabs of the same color are paved tightly. No matter how strong the spring weeds are, they cannot grow on this road. A bud came.Everyone who drives on this road knows that the road is thirty-three miles long, and that this kind of grandeur can't be matched by officials. It was the sixty-sixth birthday of the Lianghuai hero. Friends, I gathered funds to build it from the riverside to Daxia's Zhuangzi. It took a year. When it was built, it caused a sensation in the state capital. I don't know how many people wanted to ride their horses on it.

Four years have passed, and the 70th birthday of the Lianghuai hero is approaching. It should be a grand event in the world. As early as half a year ago, all the sects, gangs and associations were thinking about the birthday gift.Heroes can enjoy such a big name. Not only are they superb in martial arts, but they also have to be anxious and responsive to their needs. There are countless people in the world who have received the benefits of Lianghuai heroes. There is an endless stream. The man in black on the horse was a birthday gift. Around his belly was a square box wrapped in black satin, shining brightly. I don't know what treasure is in the box.

Zhuangzi gradually approached, and the stone avenue suddenly arched upwards, forming an arch bridge with a length of twenty feet. Under the bridge was the Zhuang River, and the horses rushed down the bridge even faster.There is a rule when riding a horse into the village: there is a four-foot-high stone railing on the ridge of the bridge. If you are not strong and your horse is not strong, you have to rein in your horse when you get off the bridge. stop before.Otherwise, if people and horses collide, they will be crushed to pieces. On the stone railing, there are quite some ambiguous colors, the traces of red or black or black, seem to be frightening, they are naturally left by the people who crashed and died on it.

If you are good at riding, when you get off the bridge, instead of reining in your horse, you will gallop your horse quickly, with unstoppable momentum. When you lift the rein on the bridge, and leap over, you will be able to rush straight to Zhuangzi. Open wide, Zhuang Ding welcomes you, and the hero will treat you as a VIP. The hero himself is good at riding, so he also respects heroes who are good at riding. The rider's momentum was about to end, before he reached the stone fence, he only heard a loud shout, and the horse had already jumped into the air.The horse is a black horse, and the man is dressed in black. In a moment, it is like a black whirlwind rolled up, whizzing past the stone railing, Zhuang Ding in Zhuangzi, the thunderstorm also seems to applaud, fearing that it will be too late, he has already hurriedly opened Zhuangmen, to welcome guests.

But as soon as the people and horses passed the stone fence, they only advanced a zhang before they were stopped suddenly. The four legs of the horse seemed to be nailed to the ground. This time, there was thunderous applause again, the visitor can have such superb riding skills, and also respect the hero so much, naturally he will gain more favor.All the Zhuang Ding also bowed their hands in salute, and the visitors rode their horses, and galloped into Zhuangzi without rushing. Someone had already rushed to report.When the visitor got off his horse in front of the stone steps in the lobby, a row of armed men greeted him and said in unison: The owner is waiting in the lobby!

The person who came answered loudly: Thank you for your kindness, the hero, the envoy of Huaixi Gang came to give the birthday gift! As he said that, he walked forward, thirty-three miles, and came here in one breath, without flushing or panting.Looking at his sword eyebrows and bright eyes, he is about thirty years old, when he moves, he is extremely vigorous, there is a faint ruthlessness between his brows, but it is hidden. When he stepped on the stone steps, Zhuang Han who greeted him stepped aside, and the two closest to him actually felt a chill, they looked at each other, it seemed very natural, shrank their bodies, and entered the lobby.

Heroes have been in the rivers and lakes for nearly fifty years. Naturally, there are inevitably some enemies. The heart of harming others is indispensable, and the heart of defense is indispensable. One's own family is in the open, and others are in the dark. There is nothing wrong with being careful.As soon as you feel the murderous intent of the incoming person, you should warn first, as long as the hero is on guard, no matter what means you use, it will be difficult for the incoming person to succeed, and it is a blessing to be able to leave the whole body and retreat! The visitor followed into the lobby, the hero was sitting on the top chair, he hadn't seen the hero's appearance clearly, his eyes were shining brightly, no one dared to look at him, the visitor hurried a few steps, When he was four or five steps away from the hero, he knelt down on one knee and reported his name and origin.

He moved very neatly, and with his backhand he took off the square box tied around his waist.The hero stared at the box with blazing eyes, and asked calmly: Please, how is your help, the boss? As soon as the visitor lifted himself up, he stood up straight, and the answer was unexpected: uneasy, not good The hero was not very surprised: what is there to worry about, is there anything I can do for you?Heroes are heroes after all, and as soon as they open their mouths, they ask people if they want help. The visitor said every word: The gang leader was killed three days ago! The hero raised his eyebrows: Who is the murderer?

The person who came was even more erect: Me! The hero laughed loudly, someone came and tore the black satin, opened the box, in an instant, the precious light shone, and the gemstones in the box were dazzling, and the hero's eyes were sharp, and he saw a huge diamond in it at a glance! The box was closed again, and the visitor respectfully offered it with both hands, and the hero signaled, and the people around him took it. The hero bowed slightly, smiling all over his face: Congratulations, Your Excellency, the new leader! The visitor let out a sigh of relief: If there is such a word as a hero, he will definitely be the leader!