Although the world was in chaos, the gate here revealed the comfort after dusk. There were not many Tartar soldiers guarding the gate. This may also be because outside the gate was the world of Tartars and were not afraid of the reason why bandits knocked on the gate, so the troops were not set up. This was indeed a good thing for the people inside the gate. The three of them got off their horses and led their horses into the gate. Xiaodie came for the first time and suddenly saw the strange caves and stones of Yuguan, and the gurgling springs were like a paradise. The pearl outside the gate was beautiful. I couldn't help but praise: "What a beautiful gate?"

Xiao Yun smiled and said, "This pass meets the Great Wall, with blue seas and golden sands, sky opens seas and mountains, majestic, and it is also the capital Pinghan and Liao Zuo's throat, so it is known as the world's first pass!"

Lu Feifei heard this and said strangely: "Have you ever been there? How did you know that this pass is known as the world's number one?"

Xiao Yun shook his head and said, "I'm listening to the story?"

Lu Feifei said: "Story? What story?"

Xiao Yun said: "The story of the world's number one level? Do you want to hear it?"

Before Lu Feifei nodded, Xiaodie on the side had already nodded like pounding rice.

Seeing her face pale and bloodless, Xiao Yun vaguely guessed that she was tired along the way, and wanted to tell a story to relieve her fatigue. He remembered the story of the plaque that spread to the world's No. 1 Pass, and pondered for a moment, and then said, "A long, long time ago, an emperor personally issued an order to hang a large plaque titled "The No. 1 Pass in the World" on the Yuguan City Tower. At that time, a head of the Ministry of War was guarding Shanhaiguan. After receiving the imperial edict, he immediately sent someone to climb the Arrow Tower, measure the size, and asked the carpenter to make a huge plaque that was 18 feet long and 5 feet wide. After the plaque was completed, who should I find to write it? Is this a headache problem?"

Xiaodie and Lu Feifei were attracted by his story. In order to make it easier to hear, they walked on both sides of Xiao Yun, one left and one right. In this way, the three of them walked side by side towards the Shanhaiguan Pass. The three of them were beautiful women like flowers, and one was a handsome boy, which immediately attracted strange gazes. Xiaoyun and Lu Feifei were used to big scenes. It was okay, but Xiaodie had seen such scenes. Seeing everyone's eyes looking at him in the face, they immediately lowered their heads and pulled Xiao Yun's right arm involuntarily. Xiao Yun looked at her so scared that her face turned red, and she couldn't bear to pull her little hand away and let her pull it. The three of them walked into the pass under the eyes of everyone.

Lu Feifei was much more courageous than Xiaodie. She had not forgotten Xiao Yun's story yet. After entering the gate, she remembered and said anxiously: "Will the head find someone later?"

"Yes?" Xiaodie suddenly remembered it, and suddenly raised her head and agreed. She just remembered that she was still pulling his right arm. She couldn't help but blush. Seeing Xiao Yun's eyes were not displeased, her heart couldn't help but feel secretly happy again.

Xiao Yun was not as thoughtful as her. After listening to the two of them, he continued the story: "The head of the Ministry of War and his subordinates discussed it for a day and a night, and finally remembered a person. This man's surname was Xiao Xian, and he was from two Jinshi. He was a deputy chief of the Fujian Censorate. He had good calligraphy. In recent years, he resigned from his post because of his old age and returned to Yuguan to work in his unemployment.

The next morning, the head of the Ministry of War visited Xiao's house in person to explain his purpose. Xiao Xian pondered for a while before nodding and agreeing. However, he suggested that if you should not be anxious or urged to write such words, the head of the Ministry of War had to agree.

More than twenty days passed in a blink of an eye, and there was no news. The head of the Ministry of War asked his subordinates to prepare a few things: a few pieces of silk and satin, and a few large lake pens, and sent a trustee to Xiao Xian to deliver it. The gift sender came back and reported: "Mr. Xiao practiced in the side courtyard, and got up early and went to bed late every day." The head of the Ministry of War was puzzled. What did this behaviour have to do with writing? No matter he has been waiting for so many days, so wait a little longer.

After more than twenty days, there was still no movement. The head of the Ministry of War asked his subordinates to prepare some excellent Hui ink and rice paper, and sent his confidants to Xiao's house with things. The gift sender came back and reported: "Mr. Xiao was reciting poems in the house, reciting something that flowed down three thousand feet, and what was suspected to be the Milky Way falling from the sky... What came like thunder and frightened, and it was like the rivers and seas condensed in green light..." "What did he say after seeing the gift?" "He said he could write it in another month."

"Ah, one month, this..." Hearing this, Xiaodie was full of surprise, but Lu Feifei next to her smiled and said, "This person is also interesting. It's just five words, but it's going to be written for a month. I really don't know if he's writing a word or himself!"

Xiao Yun smiled slightly and continued, "The head of the Ministry of War does not understand this very well, but finally there is a deadline. So wait. The head of the Ministry of War never expected that the next day he received an urgent letter from the Ministry of War, saying that the new governor of Ji Liao was going to Shanhaiguan to inspect the plaque on behalf of the emperor, and it is expected to arrive within three days. This made the head of the Ministry of War very anxious, and immediately asked someone to carry the wooden plaque and a jar of ink to the Xiao family."

"Ah, three days...? Can I write it well?" Xiaodie raised her face and was full of surprise. At this moment, there were not many pedestrians at the pass. Therefore, Xiaodie's scream did not attract much attention. Only a few elderly people looked at the three handsome men and women in front of her with a surprised look.

Xiao Yun said, "After we were greetings, we told Xiao Xian about the urgent news that the Ministry of War had been sent to Xiao Xian. Xiao Xian was also a person from the officialdom, so he did not neglect and immediately took action. He walked back and forth in front of the plaque with his pen, looking at it while walking, nodding, and laughing. Suddenly, he stopped, held his breath and started writing. He saw that he was like falling from a mountain and falling stones, and started to eat like flying swallows, fast, slow, steady, and accurate. The pen was carried with him. In a short while, the five big characters "The No. 1 level in the world" were written. Look at Xiao Xian again, he was sweating and his face was flushed. The head of the Ministry of War hurriedly bowed and thanked him. Xiao Xian said, "I originally wanted to spend a month reading ancient poems to cultivate his emotions, but unfortunately, the time was too urgent." The head of the Ministry of War hurriedly said, "This is already very good, it is already very good."

The next morning, the head of the Ministry of War ordered people to hang a large plaque on the arrow tower, and at the "Yuexinzhai" restaurant under the arrow tower to entertain Xiao Xian. After three rounds of wine, the guest and the host looked up at the railing. Xiao Xian realized that the word "lower" was a little less. At this time, the general reported that the Governor of Ji Liao had crossed the Shihe River and returned to the mansion to get a pen and climb the tower to write. What should I do? Xiao Xian was wise in an emergency and ordered the book boy to grind the ink immediately. He grabbed a piece of wiped tablecloth in the hand of the waiter, dipped it in ink, and used all his life to sweep it towards the plaque on the arrow tower. With a "bang", the ink cloth fell on the lower right corner of the word "lower", and the "point" was added. Everyone congratulated each other and praised in unison, saying, "Mr. Xiao's pen is from the gods, and the pen from the gods is from the gods!"

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Chapter completed!