At night, candles as thick as a baby's arm were lit in the chamber of the Domain, reflecting a wide hall as bright as day. ， There are many generals in the hall, with an invisible brilliance, and the kind of lights are brilliant and bright, complementing each other.
Yuan Zuozong, the commander of the Northern Liang Cavalry, Gu Dazu and Chen Yunchui, the deputy marshals of the infantry army whose garrison is in Liangzhou, and Yang Shenxing, a deputy envoy who is really integrated into the Northern Liang Border Army, was previously transferred to the deputy general of the Daxue Dragoon Army as the deputy general of Youzhou, and this person is now leading a heavy cavalry army.
There are also Cao Xiaojiao, Hong Xinjia and others who came from Youzhou, as well as a large number of generals and captains with real power in the territory who were temporarily called to reject Beicheng, such as Lingzhou Deputy General Wang Zhi and Huang Xiaokuai, the two Tongguan captains who guarded the east gate of Liangzhou, Xin Yin Ma Wei, Zhu Boyu, the captain of Lingzhou Fengqiu, Ren Chunyun, the captain of the Northern Kingdom, and Jiao Wuyi, who replaced Huang Xiaokuai as the captain of the pearl, and many generals gathered together to discuss how to defend the Beicheng.
One of them, Hong Xinjia, who single-handedly created the Hulukou Wubao Fengsui system, was actually not very high, but at this time, together with the young vassal king and the two deputy marshals of the border army, they were all listening attentively to the details of defending the city told by this person.
A large number of Counselors in Tsing Yi attended the meeting.
The madman Hong Shuwen is undoubtedly the fastest and biggest legend of Bai Ma Yi from the promotion, he is young, but he has already served as the chief general of the cavalry army in a state under the command of Han Laoshan, the general of Lingzhou, this time he followed the two deputy generals to the north city outside the Guanwai, this early years followed His Royal Highness the prince to cross the rivers and lakes of the Central Plains, and rushed to the Tiemen Pass of the Western Regions to intercept and kill Zhao Kai, the prince of Liyang, but he was not in the lobby, but stood at the gate with a knife, closed his eyes alone, and his momentum was cold, like a door god who did not talk about faces, If you don't agree with each other, you have to draw a sword against someone.
Liangzhou Thorn Shi Baiyu and Lifang Wang Sai Jiu and Southern Xinjiang Grandmaster Cheng Baishuang, the three of them came together, the three of them met and were like-minded, and they talked very happily, Wang Sai Jiu secretly took out a few pots of long-cherished green ant wine, and pulled the two scholars to have a drink together, after half an hour ago, Counselor Lang informed that there would be a meeting in the lobby tonight, and the Wang Sai Wine was a little embarrassed.
The knife eyes of those old and rough generals, he is a lot older, and no matter how thick-skinned he is, he can't bear it.
Wang Xijiu knows very well who is the soft persimmon in this mansion that refuses to resist the northern city, not an old fox like Li Gongde Yang Shenxing, nor Bai Yu who is a gentleman like a jade and a humble and humble person, or even the group of enthusiastic military counselors, it is clearly a young vassal king, even if the old gentleman didn't keep his mouth firmly and leaked the allusion that came out of the wall, it was not the same thunder and rain, but he was killed by the angry young vassal king on the chessboard and lost his armor In addition, Wang Xijiu did not dare to reveal the slightest grotesque laissez-faire style of Qingliu celebrities, the reason was very simple, the old gentleman knew that the Beiliang civil and military bosses never ate this set, and the old man himself was not good at it.
Therefore, after shaking the fan vigorously to dispel most of the wine, Wang Saijiu dared to pull the two to the door of the council hall.
As a result, the door god at the door did not stop the suave Mr.
Bai Lian, but stopped the royal sacrificial wine and Cheng Baishuang, Bai Yu, as the little heavenly master of the Heavenly Master's Mansion in Longhu Mountain, the ancestral court of Taoism in the past, also vividly and delicately carried forward the style of the dead Taoist friend who did not die and the poor Dao, and ignored the old gentleman's request for help behind him, and after striding across the threshold, he just turned his head and cast a helpless look.
Wang Xijiu originally swore that Cheng Baishuang could enter the council hall hand in hand, but an old face suddenly became miserable, and first smiled at Cheng Baishuang's swollen face and became fat, signaling that although he could rest assured, everything has me, and then turned his head and whispered to the young general, saying that the prince has a lot of trust in this Southern Xinjiang master, and Cheng Baishuang is a strong person, and he will never cause any trouble, let alone leak the military aircraft.
Hong Shuwen held the knife in both hands, and didn't care about it at all with a straight face, no matter how the old gentleman bowed his head and flattered, he just stopped outside the door and refused to nod and let go.
The king sacrificial wine that wore out his mouth had to be sprinkled and tricked, and he didn't want to be a scholar, and glared: "Hong Shuwen believes it or not, I'll tear my throat here and shout injustice, do you think the prince will let me enter the council hall?"
The madman Hong, who does not enter the water and fire, is still indifferent, and sneered: "Old man, you shout, as long as the prince personally agrees to come down, I will give way."
Otherwise, with your unspeakable alcohol, I'll really be competing with you today."
The old gentleman's eyes were like bull's eyes and copper bells, and Hong Shuwen said lazily: "What's the matter, I am not convinced, the king of sacrificial wine wants to bully me for a short time to practice martial arts because of my age."
The old man almost squirted a mouthful of old blood on this shameless young general, the old man deserved to be a character who read books and read true knowledge, lowered his voice and stretched out a finger.
Hong Shuwen squinted at it, his face full of disdain.
The old man endured the pain and stretched out two fingers.
Hong Shuwen said to himself: "Readers, just don't be happy. ” The old man took a deep breath, stretched out a palm, slapped the young man's arm hard, and said with a sad face: "I only have this to count, and I can't kill people but nod my head to Hong Shuwen, and give a happy word."
Hong Shuwen raised his eyebrows, moved his steps to get out of the way, and said with a smile: "At the end of the meeting, I will personally go to your side to get wine, five pots of green ants, dare to have one pot less, I will demolish your Like wing, anyway, there are not a few steps away."
And remember, don't get too close, it's almost the same as standing on the edge with Counselor Lang. ” The distressed old man didn't bargain at all, hurriedly crossed the threshold, and didn't forget to turn his head and whisper to Cheng Baishuang: "Old Cheng, the breeze and moon outside the house are bright and the scenery is pleasant, I won't accompany you." ” After Wang Saijiu was seven or eight steps away from the gate of the council hall, he suddenly turned around and pointed at Hong Shuwen, with a villainous expression on his face, mixed with the action of rolling his eyes and shaking his head.
Hong Shuwen suddenly realized that the five pots of green ant wine that had been said in advance must have been lost, and he raised his foot and made a kicking motion.
Wang Xianjiu hooked his fingers, looking like he had the ability to beat me and beat me, but when the old man saw Hong Shuwen sneering and was about to break into the council hall, he immediately slipped away with agility.
Hong Shuwen was not surprised, turned around and continued to close his eyes and hold the knife.
Cheng Baishuang was an eye-opener.
A gentleman who talks elegantly and proudly, and a right sacrificial wine of Shangyin School Palace who almost dominated the literary world in his early years, how did he get to Beiliang, and he was so brazen Cheng Baishuang, who is both civil and military, and has profound attainments and far-reaching realms, was a little crying and laughing, but he was not annoyed, let alone left in shame, but stood outside the door of the council hall and looked inside the door, and asked softly: "Dare to ask this general, can I stand here and listen to the deliberations in the house."
Hong Shuwen didn't open his eyes, and said angrily: "Since the prince allowed you Cheng Baishuang to walk freely in the mansion before, then as long as you don't cross the threshold tonight, then it doesn't matter if you stand outside the door and listen to it, even if you have your head to the ground and your feet to the sky, I won't stop you." ” Cheng Baishuang, who was almost a Confucian saint, laughed at it.
Before chatting with King Bai Yu's sacrificial wine, Cheng Baishuang heard many anecdotes used as snacks, and the speaker had no intention of listening to the heart.
Bai Yu said that the young vassal king would occasionally leave the study room on the right hand side of the second hall signing room, and go to the house on the left side of the signing room that was rejected by Beicheng and laughed at the "vegetable garden", which was where the "general rudder" of the military aircraft counselor Lang was located, because these young people with different roots and feet had no rank and official body, only wore Confucian green shirts, and at a glance the color of green was particularly lush, and everyone gathered, like a green vegetable garden, and those people were the seeds of reading in Beiliang, whether they were born in Beiliang Province or went to Liang, In the end, they all took root and grew in the North City.
Xu Fengnian would go there from time to time to sit down, day and night, irregular, never at length, just chatting with those who were mostly peers in green shirts, mostly trivial things, at most of them were writing articles and doing scholarly things.
Mr.
Bailian once had nothing to do, and happened to participate in it, that night, a king of Beiliang and a Liangzhou assassin were surrounded by dozens of green-shirted scholars, laughing and laughing.
When a military aircraft counselor Lang said that he was willing to go into battle to kill the enemy and would definitely not hesitate to die in battle, the young feudal king did not refuse or approve, but after looking around, after seeing the young faces of the scholar, he told the impassioned foreign scholar that the scholar was strategizing behind the scenes, willing to make suggestions for side affairs, willing to speak out for national affairs, and willing to fight to the death for the border army.
In addition, if you scholars are willing to die, it must be a good thing, but I Xu Fengnian will never respect this matter, from Xu Xiao to me, I have always believed that Beiliang Tieqi guards the border pass, since he is outside the pass, wearing a cool knife on his waist and riding a war horse, then there is no way to retreat and die on the battlefield, it is a matter of course.
As for the scholars who are not good at fighting with bows and horses, it is enough to have that heart, Bei Liang is unwilling, and you should not ask you scholars to sacrifice your life to die.
It is even said that the scholars who have not experienced the smoke of gunpowder on the battlefield are afraid of death and spare their lives, and it is understandable, the scholars in the study room, the warriors in the battlefield, each performing their duties, the former writes righteousness with the end of the pen to express his mind, and the latter wears armor to guard the pass and resist the enemy, you do your best, I do mine, that is, I have a clear conscience.
As for the ordinary people living in the streets and alleys, they should not be expected to come to the border to kill the enemy, they should live a good life and live a peaceful life for the rest of their lives.
Cheng Baishuang put his hands behind his back, turned his back to the council hall, looked at the archway, and fell into deep thought.
With the formal finalization of an emergency strategy, there were constantly generals in the council hall who left in batches in a hurry, and when finally even Gu Dazu and Chen Yunchui, the two border army bigwigs stationed in the northern city, also stepped out of the threshold, the young vassal king and the king sacrificed wine finally walked out side by side, and came to Cheng Baishuang, who had been at the door of the dry station for nearly two hours.
When the young vassal king saw this Southern Xinjiang Grandmaster who had achieved the Great Celestial Phenomena Realm by virtue of the opportunity of the Confucian supreme grace in the world in Wudang Mountain, Xu Feng laughed and said: "After Cao Changqing and Xuanyuan Jingcheng in the world, there is finally another Confucian saint who is going to sit on luck." ” The three of them walked down the steps together, and Cheng Baishuang shook his head and said, "Limited to the pattern, I can't rank among the Confucian saints. ” Xu Fengnian was puzzled: "How can I say this?"
Cheng Baishuang said with a smile: "Even now, I still don't have the state of mind to establish a heart for heaven and earth, to continue to learn for the saints, and to open peace for all generations. ” Xu Fengnian nodded, and did not despise this elderly Confucian who had long since died because of this.
Cheng Baishuang suddenly asked: "Lord Wang, what do you think is a scholar?"
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Xu Fengnian thought for a while and replied: "Scholars rule the country, and the world is peaceful and prosperous." ” Cheng Baishuang asked again: "In that troubled world, when the national disaster is at the head, what should scholars do?"
Xu Fengnian said without thinking: "Don't be too harsh on them." ” Cheng Baishuang asked with a smile: "Shouldn't it be to rise up resolutely and save the country as a scholar?"
Xu Fengnian laughed, "Then I don't care."
The responsibility of the reader, the choice of the reader, whether he is willing or not, whether he dares or not, whether he can or not, is the matter of the reader himself. ” Cheng Baishuang seemed a little surprised by this speech, was silent for a long time, and said with a smile: "Yes." ” At dawn, outside the north city, a horse galloped east from the old woman mountain in Liuzhou to the outside of the north city, and before approaching the city gate, the building was suddenly reined and stopped.
Turning his head to look, he saw a guy who was far away from the battlefield but still wearing iron armor and a double sword, looking up and smiling to himself.
Lou Huang turned over and dismounted, feeling the extremely unfamiliar and murderous aura on this senior brother, and had to ask: "How is that surnamed Xie?"
Yu Groom sighed softly: "It can only be said that he is not dead yet, Xie Xichen is seriously injured." ” Lou Huang didn't say anything more.
Yu Groom hesitated, "Senior Brother Lou, I entrust you with one thing." ” Lou Huang said without hesitation: "You say yes." ” Yu Groom said sadly: "I may have to trouble you to take the little green robe back to the Central Plains, I took her to walk a lot, I originally thought that she could stay carefree in Qingliang Mountain and listen to the tide lake, and those peers around her climbed trees and caught fish all day long, and then slowly grew up Now it seems that it is difficult." ” Lou Huang shook his head and said: "This matter, if you ask Xu Fengnian to find someone else, I can't help." ” Yu groom frowned and said, "You also have to stay" Lou Huang snorted coldly: "Is it only allowed for you to be heroic in the groom, and not for me to be heroic again?"
The groom was speechless.
Lou Huang said regretfully: "It's a pity that you and I don't have a good sword to take advantage of for the time being." ” Yu groom patted the cool knife on his waist and said with a smile: "After using it, I found that it is very good, and I don't need to carry the knife away from the corpse, which is very enjoyable." ” Lou Huang quipped: "Or divide me" Yu Groom decisively refused, "Don't think about it." ” Lou Huang sighed: "I also want you to promise one thing." ” Yu groom smiled and said: "You have to talk about it first, whether you agree or not, and then see." ” Lou Huang grinned and said: "If I kill more people than you in the next battlefield outside the gates, how about you call me senior brother in the future?"
Yu Groom patted the junior brother on the shoulder, and said seriously: "Although the junior brother who doesn't want to be a senior brother is not a good junior brother, as a senior brother, I can understand this feeling, but unfortunately I still won't agree to you." ” Lou Huang was not surprised, and led the horse forward, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.
For so many years in the East China Sea Martial Emperor City, the two brothers and sisters had almost no intersection, let alone chatting so casually.
Yu Groom, who seems to be very good at speaking, but is actually the most difficult to speak, has too high talent, too good roots, too high cultivation, and too deep in his sword, so even if he has the best temper among all Wang Xianzhi's disciples, it will give people the feeling that he is actually looking at you condescendingly.
That kind of Yu groom, Lou Huang really doesn't like it.
The current Yu groom, the junior brother Lou Huang, who is very victorious and losing, is a little annoying.
Yu Groom suddenly said: "If I can leave the Beiliang border pass alive, I will find a graceful and touching woman, find a peaceful and quiet small village, and spend the rest of my life together." ” Lou Huang nodded, "Not bad." ” Yu Groom sighed: "It's very good.
But I'm also very worried now, with my appearance as the groom, find a beautiful little lady from Beiliang Rouge County, that's also easy to come by, but junior brother, your appearance, what if I see a woman who happens to be very good and I don't like it, I want to introduce it to you, but they only like me, and I'm very embarrassed at that time. ” Lou Huang took a deep breath.
Take another deep breath.
Only then did he resist the urge to hit someone.
At noon, in a quiet courtyard of the mansion, a one-armed old man with white hair and white clothes raised a glass and drank, and his attitude was leisurely.
This old man, who is obsessed with devouring the world's famous swords, is not only the same generation as Liu Songtao, not only competing with Li Chungang's swordsmanship, but also the co-master of the Sword Emperor of Xishu and the Sword Jiuhuang of Qingliang Mountain.
Opposite the stone table is Chai Qingshan, the contemporary suzerain of Dongyue Sword Pond, although in terms of martial arts status and prestige in the Central Plains, Chai Qingshan is far higher than the hidden sword-eating ancestor, but in terms of generations in the rivers and lakes, Chai Qingshan, who is close to ancient times, is still a generation lower than Sui Xiegu, or even two generations.
Sui Xiegu once came to Jianchi in person in the year of his establishment, and defeated an elder surnamed Song Jianchi's own family, who was already in the year of the sixtieth year, although he was defeated, and the sword became a delicacy in Sui Xiegu, but before the elder died, he still respected the rising star Sui Xiegu and regarded him as a fellow believer in the way of the sword.
After the young Chai Qingshan entered the Dongyue Sword Pond with a foreign surname, he became a senior brother with the previous sect master Song Nianqing, and they were all instructed by that master and ancestor, so today he finally saw the true face of Sui Xiegu, and Chai Qingshan respectfully performed the junior salute from the bottom of his heart.
Sui Xiegu remembered those old events and said slowly: "At that time, every time Li Chungang defeated a kendo master who had been famous for a long time, I had to follow closely behind to join in the fun, but after some swordsmen were defeated in the hands of Li Chungang, the sword heart was dusty, and the sword intent was shattered, so I naturally won without martial arts." ” Speaking of this, Sui Xiangu glanced at Chai Qingshan and sneered: "Song Nianqing's father, that is, your master, is this kind of person, he can't afford to lose at all, and he dies of depression after being humiliated.
On the other hand, your master and ancestor, although his swordsmanship attainment is not as good as that of his nephew who served as the sect master, but his heart is obviously more tenacious, after losing to me, he has been honing for twenty years, and then he will fight with me again, and he will still lose again, but do you know that the centenarian at that time, when he saw the sword broken by me, he said something with a smile?"
Chai Qingshan shook his head.
Sui Xiangu squinted his eyes and sighed: "That old guy laughed and said, his mother's life is only a hundred years, how can the three-foot Qingfeng be enough to hold it, and in the next life, the next life will be a hundred years, and the old man will still practice swords."
Chai Qingshan was silent, but he was fascinated.
Sui Xiegu said calmly: "Having said that, your master's sword path was destroyed, but you can't blame him for his lack of strength, after all, as the master of a sect, especially in a long-standing sword training family like Dongyue Sword Pond, it is probably from the mother's womb, you need to bear the glory and disgrace of the family's rise and fall, and it is naturally more difficult to let go." ” Chai Qingshan, who is still the head of a sect, said with heartfelt emotion: "It's true, it's not easy. ” Sui Xiegu said inexplicably: "It's even more difficult. ” Chai Qingshan was slightly stunned, and then suddenly suddenly.
At this moment, Hong Shuwen, who did not follow Wang Zhi and Huang Xiaokuai, the two deputy generals of Lingzhou, left the Beicheng City, strode into the small courtyard, holding a huge wooden box, his face was similar to someone owing him a million taels of silver, and slammed the wooden box on the stone table, staring at Sui Xiegu in a daze, and said, "The prince asked me to bring it to your old man, a box of six swords, in addition to the two swords of Shu Dao Fu Ping, and the four swords including Jingshi and dragon scales that have been treasured in the Chao Pavilion for many years, are sent together." ” Sui Xiegu opened the wooden box casually, the sword was full of energy, and the small courtyard was like the middle of winter in the middle of the snow, and there were really many peerless famous swords in Fuping, such as a peerless beauty who was clearly captivated by the country and the city but raised in the deep boudoir.
Sui Xiangu said to himself: "That kid is rare to make a loss-making deal. ” Sui Xiegu waved his sleeves, the sword box was put back together, and he raised his head and asked with a smile: "This is definitely not your prince's original intention, if you don't guess wrong, it is what Xu Weixiong's daughter meant."
Hong Shuwen was not in awe of the sword-eating ancestor, so he said angrily: "I just send the sword here."
When the young man was about to turn around and leave, Sui Xiangu suddenly spoke: "Four swords can almost make me shoot, you can take back two swords casually, the old man has never taken advantage of the fire to rob." ” Hong Shuwen bent down to open the sword box with lightning speed, and hurriedly asked: "Senior Sui, dare to ask which two swords are the two swords of Shu Dao Fuqi" Sui Xiegu sneered, too lazy to take care of it.
The famous sword Shu Dao, very easy to recognize, the sword body is extremely narrow and long, and there is an inscription engraved on the scabbard, Hong Shuwen did not spend effort to identify, but which handle is the same name as Shu Dao on the heavy weapon spectrum, Hong Shuwen is a little unsure, it is not easy to confirm the remaining three swords, and finally choose between the two swords, undecided, for fear that this mistake will cause the prince to lose money to his grandmother's house.
Sui Xiegu stretched out two fingers and twisted a wisp of snow-white long eyebrows, smiling playfully.
As soon as Hong Shuwen gritted his teeth, he was about to pick up an ancient sword that looked like a helper, and as soon as he held the scabbard, he heard the Chai sect master of the Dongyue Sword Pond cough lightly, Hong Shuwen immediately put down the long sword in his hand, grabbed another long sword with a jet-black scabbard, held one in one hand, laughed heartily, and left quickly.
Chai Qingshan hesitated for a moment and said, "I hope the seniors don't mind." ” Sui Xiegu looked indifferent, "It doesn't matter." ” At dusk, an old man in a Confucian shirt who had taken off his robe slowly walked to the bridge and headed north.
A tall woman in white blocked the way on the bridge.
The old man didn't care, and kept walking up to the bridge, and asked with a smile: "Why do the heavens and men bother the immortals?"
The woman with eyes like snow said indifferently: "If you act against the grain, heaven will not tolerate it." ” The old man smiled, pretending to be surprised, "Oh" The tall woman was none other than the Qi Practitioner Grandmaster Yutai was calm, and her eyes became more and more fierce, "Zhao Changling, you were not suppressed in the Shuiyue Patio at the beginning, and it was the Heavenly Dao that opened the net for you, I advise you not to gain an inch."
The old man sighed, "So what?"
She stood in the middle of the bridge, "If you dare to step forward, even if I fight and lose both with Xu Fengnian, I will make you lose your soul."
The old man laughed, "I'm scared to death" The old man suddenly restrained his smile, "It's a pity, I'm the heavenly immortal Zhao Changling":