Chang'an City
After Fang Jie saw the news that the Xiaoqi School had rushed over from Dongjiang, the anger in his eyes spread uncontrollably.
"I thought Mu Guangling could be considered a real hero, but now it seems that I really think highly of him. Now that the foreigners have not been repulsed, he has started to eliminate dissidents, even doing such a despicable and nasty method of cutting off food for other anti-thief teams. Come out. If we hadn’t been supported by Huo Tong Tian Xing, I’m afraid the team guarding the Phoenix Terrace would have run out of food.”
"The situation in Eastern Xinjiang is too chaotic. Mu Guangling may be thinking, should we stabilize the internal affairs first, and then we can concentrate on the outside world."
Dugu Wenxiu said next to him: "However, he forgot, how can the foreigners give him time to rule the country? He is busy putting pressure on other anti-thief teams, and the foreigners are naturally happy to see the results. If something goes wrong, The subordinates are worried that the pressure on General Nalan will be even greater. In the opinion of the subordinates, it is better to send someone thousands of miles to rush to the eastern border, and let Nalan Dingdong lead the troops back to Shanhaiguan. Foreigners must go through Shanhaiguan if they want to enter the customs. , it is also a good strategy to snipe inside the pass."
Wu Yiyi pondered for a while and said: "Dugu's words are indeed reasonable. Mu Guangling is now focused on seizing the command and letting everyone listen to his orders. There is nothing wrong with that. Bogey. But his methods are too despicable, it is better to call Nalan's men back to Shanhaiguan to set up defenses."
Fang Jie paced back and forth in the room, and nodded after a long while: "In this case, let Xiaoqi School send a message to Nalan in the fastest way, and ask him to lead his troops to withdraw from the Phoenix Terrace immediately and return to the Go to Shanhaiguan to set up defenses. However, the foreign navy is very strong, and they may have come in from the mouth of the Yangtze River. Our navy is now used to block the Mongolian people from the west, and it will not be able to transfer for a while. Tell Nalan to be careful , don’t be cheated by foreigners.”
"The most hateful thing is Yang Shunhui!"
Chen Xiaoru said angrily: "There are nearly 100,000 elites in your hands, but you forget that you are a Han Chinese willing to serve as slaves to foreigners! If the 100,000 elites in Mouping City stopped, the war in Eastern Xinjiang would not be so chaotic."
Wu Yidao shook his head: "Yang Shunhui can no longer be counted on. It would be a disaster to keep this person. In my opinion, it is better to get rid of him. I think there are many people in his subordinate army who can't understand what he does. If he dies Now, there will be a large number of righteous men standing up against the foreigners. How about I arrange for people to go to Muping City?"
"There are people from Xiaoqi School over there, but Yang Shunhui's cultivation level is not bad."
Fang Jie said: "Rather than letting him control a 100,000 army and do nothing, it is indeed better to let the team disperse. However, there is a shortage of manpower at Xiaoqi School, and Lord Hou can send masters to the eastern border."
"I think...you can go for sex and money."
Wu Yiyi tentatively said something.
Fang Jie nodded: "Well, give him a chance to pay off his merits. Lord Hou chooses some people from Hutong Tianxia, Chen Xiaoru, you choose some people from Xiaoqi School, and let Jiu Se Cai take them to the east. Jiang. If he makes a contribution this time, he will be given the seat of Deputy Commander of Xiaoqi School."
"Here."
Chen Xiaoru bowed his head in response.
"in addition… "
Wu Yidao stood up and said, "My lord, it has been almost two months since I entered Chang'an City, and more than two hundred masters of Jianghu sects have arrived from all over the world. There are more than a dozen of them every day. Ten came here. It is estimated that in ten days, there will be 500 sect masters, large and small. Among them, the masters of the Taoist temples account for half of them. If the master can spare time, you can Go meet these people."
Fang Jie hummed: "It's really time to meet. There are so many heroes and righteous people in Jianghu. It is a great event to be able to call so many people this time. Turn around and smooth out the affairs of Daozong. Be more peaceful."
Chen Xiaoru said: "Actually, my subordinates feel that most sects in Jianghu have the heart to rely on the imperial court. Now that the world has not stabilized, if the lord is willing to accept them, they will naturally be satisfied. If the lord does not accept them, maybe they will vote for it." Others. Everyone wants to gain some fame in the troubled times, and it depends on whether the court will give it a recognition."
Fang Jie nodded: "Go and see Hou Ye and Chen Xiaoru first, and I will hold a banquet in a few days to entertain them. Chen Xiaoru, you should pay more attention, there are many Jianghu sects coming, and the security in the city is inevitable." It will be bad. The Xiaoqi school and the yamen must maintain more people, so as not to disturb the peace of the people."
"Here!"
Chen Xiaoru agreed loudly, and then asked: "My lord, these quacks are all placed in post stations. There are 108 post stations in Chang'an City, which are too scattered. Why not arrange them all to live in the Martial Arts Academy. For ordinary quacks , The three words Yanwuyuan still have weight, they dare not make mistakes."
Fang Jie hummed: "It seems that Mr. Jiu is about to arrive in Jiangbei Road. I will set off early tomorrow morning and bring my wine and money to meet him. After I come back, I will entertain those friends from the Jianghu."
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Gangbuk-do
Fang Jie let Jiu Se Cai send the news very cleverly, avoiding the place where the Black Banner Army was deployed. What Fang Jie was worried about was that Mr. Jiu's cultivation base was too high. If he walked around from Qinhe to Lingmen Pass when he came, it would be disadvantageous to the generals of the Black Banner Army. Although Xiao Yijiu is at the Lingmen Gate now, he can't take care of both.
The agreed place is called Yanxian Terrace
Just on the north bank of the Yangtze River.
The reason why this place is called such a name is because a real great sage died here a few years ago. Although his body was later taken away by the enemy, but as the incident spread, people here The reputation is still growing, and it has become a place where many people come to pay respects.
His name is Wan Xingchen.
Yanxian Terrace was sorted out by the Black Banner Army later, and a tomb was built here, and the scale is not very large. After all, this is just an empty tomb, and the symbolic meaning is far greater than the actual meaning. After the Black Banner Army passed by, the place has not been deserted, and all the passers-by have to fill their graves with handfuls of soil.
When Mr. Jiu walked to the grave, he didn't know why his expression was very serious.
"I should have thought of it a long time ago... Such a low-level scheme actually succeeded."
He smiled self-deprecatingly, then knelt down and pulled out a few weeds beside the grave. Then he took a few handfuls of new soil from the side and patted it on the grave.
At some point, someone was filling the grave on the other side of the grave.
Mr. Jiu didn't look up, and neither did the man opposite him.
"Actually, I never regarded you as the biggest opponent, and I never even thought about meeting you."
Mr. Jiu patted the loose soil that fell from the grave and said: "Sometimes life is so unsatisfactory. A person I don't think is an opponent but becomes an opponent. In fact, when I saw this solitary grave, I already knew it." I guessed it would be like this, but I didn't leave. I was thinking about why I was deceived by others, after thinking about it, I realized that it was not that I underestimated you, but overestimated myself."
The person opposite smiled, his voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing the soul sleeping peacefully in the grave. Yes, there are no bones in this tomb, but if a person has a soul, it must be here.
"Have you ever thought that you count me, but death may make you?"
Mr. Nine asked.
The person opposite stood up and slapped the dust on his palm a few times: "Did I tell you that you are a chatterbox?"
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The first meeting between two people was so peaceful.
Fang Jie took off his pipe from his waist, lit it and took a puff. He sat on this side of the grave, and Mr. Jiu sat on the other side of the grave. The two people seem not to be rivals, not enemies, and certainly not friends, just like passers-by, who only appear once in each other's life, and then pass by each other.
"A pipe is a symbol of old age."
Mr. Nine said.
Fang Jie let out a puff of smoke and watched the smoke gradually dissipate in the sky: "Maybe, I am older than you think."
Mr. Jiu hummed, although it was impossible for him to understand the meaning of Fang Jie's words.
"There are too many incomprehensible things in this world, too many unknown things. It's like the place I have stayed in for a long time, but I don't understand it clearly belongs to this world. If I understand it, I may leave It killed you a long way away."
Thinking of this, Mr. Jiu couldn't help but smile: "That must be a very interesting thing."
Fang Jie smiled softly, looking at the lingering smoke in the sky: "Everyone has read and heard many bizarre stories, and the protagonist in each story is the one who has experienced extraordinary things. Blessing, either knowing the cause and effect in adversity, can make a big difference in the end. In fact, everyone is a book and the protagonist in this book. For example, you must have experienced many things that ordinary people can't imagine , according to the rules of the story, you feel that you should be the protagonist of a story."
"And you?"
Mr. Jiu smiled and asked: "Do you often have such thoughts, since you were a child? You feel that you must be the one who is different, and even have the illusion that the world is developing around you. If you leave yourself, The world might turn into something."
"yes."
Fang Jie nodded: "But I think, not just you and me, maybe everyone had such fantasies when they were children, and when they grow up, as life is entangled in trivial matters, there is no time for fantasies. And those who continue to have this kind of fantasy after they grow up, most of them have adventures."
Mr. Jiu hummed: "As you said, if everyone's life is regarded as a book, everyone will naturally be the protagonist. When you said that, I suddenly realized that my world doesn't need to be bigger than others. It's just a book. However, my book may be thicker, very thick."
He asked, "What about you?"
Fang Jie laughed extraordinarily brightly: "I am also a little different from others."
"What's the difference?"
Mr. Nine asked.
Fang Jie turned his head and looked at Mr. Jiu: "Everyone can regard themselves as the protagonist of a book. You are like this, he is like this, and everyone in the world is like this, but I am not like this. In my opinion, I am the protagonist. , not the protagonist of a book, but I am the protagonist in every book.”
Mr. Jiu frowned: "The ambition is really big."
There is an empty tomb between the two of them, and there is such a weighty soul buried in it.
And beside this sleeping soul, two men who didn't look very old both stood up. Standing face to face, the expressions on their faces are somewhat similar.
"I think I should be able to kill you."
Mr. Jiu said seriously: "In that case, all your books will be mine."
Fang Jie hummed, "I'll wait for you to pick it up."