A few fat hares that could hardly move were crouched in the grass by the roadside and buried their heads very low. The gray fur of the hares was their protective color. From a distance, they thought they were just rocks, and the grass The occlusion is difficult to be noticed. They are like a group of well-cultivated masters who use the terrain to hide, waiting for the enemy to deliver a fatal blow.
An eagle is circling in the sky
When Fang Jie, who was riding a white lion, passed by on the road, the hares were so frightened that they dared not even move. The soaring eagle in the sky shook its wings a few times and flew away into the distance.
The two people following Fang Jie, a handsome young man with a sword on his back, and a cute fat Taoist.
The three of them didn't move fast. Although the horses of the two behind had gradually adapted to the unparalleled aura of dominance on the white lion, they still didn't dare to get too close. The young man with the sword on his horse had a stern look on his face, while the fat Taoist leaned down from time to time to grab a fluffy grass from the roadside weeds and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it for a while before spitting it out.
"Suddenly thought of the road from the northwest to Chang'an."
Xiang Qingniu suddenly smiled, and said with Mao Maocao in his mouth: "It's the same kind of broken official road, and it's the same way that you can't see a passerby even if you walk a long way."
Xie Fuyao didn't know about this past, so he tilted his head slightly to listen.
"I tell you."
Xiang Qingniu moved closer to Xie Fuyao: "At that time, the guy riding the white lion in front was still an idiot. It was a bit too much to say that he was powerless, but at best he was just an ordinary person. At that time, I wanted to lie He has a few taels of silver, but who would have thought that he would be cheated of more..."
A strangeness flashed in Xie Fuyao's eyes, then he nodded thoughtfully. Xiang Qingniu saw something wrong from Xie Fuyao's eyes, at first he didn't understand, after a while he spat out the fluff in his mouth and said: "Don't think about it, Daoist, I'm a man! Although I don't Why do you like to get too close to women, but Daoist still likes daughters and not men!"
Xie Fuyao didn't say a word, but Xiang Qingniu was a little annoyed by the expression on his face that you explain what's the use.
Xiang Qingniu seemed to have nothing to do with this kind of guy who was more irritating than speaking, so he simply shut up. He glanced at the hare in the grass by the roadside, looked up at the eagle flying farther and farther, and then his eyes fell on the white lion.
"What are you going to do in the future?"
Xiang Qingniu found that he was really not a person who couldn't bear not to talk, and after walking tens of meters in silence, he couldn't help but start chattering: "The war can't never end, and the days will always return to peace. Sometimes I think about what kind of life I want to live in the future, go back to Qingle Mountain and continue to pretend to be a Taoist priest and a temple master? Or just leave whenever I want, and travel all over the world."
"The war will end, but the rivers and lakes are never peaceful."
Xie Fuyao finally replied with a sentence, which made Xiang Qingniu a little happy: "The storm in the river and lake, if you pay attention to it, the storm will hit you, if you ignore it, the sea will be calm."
"The Academy of Martial Arts has been destroyed."
Xie Fuyao's tone was a little heavy, and it was so depressing that it made people feel stuck: "After Yang Jian came out of the door, the Martial Arts Institute actually existed in name only. Director Zhou sat on the back hill from sunrise to sunset every day, watching his hair and beard all fall apart. To put it bluntly. The professors in the courtyard who are not from Sui have all left and returned to their respective hometowns. In the entire courtyard, there are not many people to be seen all day long."
"Actually, almost."
Xiang Qingniu sighed and said: "Isn't the concept of Yiqi still the same? After the old cow's nose left, it became worse day by day. At the beginning, the old master said that the future of Yiqi concept is on me, and now I understand what he said. What do you mean...Old Niubi went to the barbarian tribe in the Western Regions to become a saint and was reluctant to come back. The second senior brother traveled westward for more than ten years and finally got his wish and went to another world. The third senior brother returned to the capital and continued his relationship. I'm the only Daoist left for Te Niang, who else can I rely on?"
After saying this, he suddenly remembered something, and couldn't help but smile: "Quick, call Master Uncle!"
Xie Fuyao was startled: "Why?"
Xiang Qingniu said solemnly: "Old Niubi Xiao Yijiu and your master Zhang Zhenren are of the same generation. Niubi called Zhang Zhenren a senior brother, and Zhang Zhenren didn't feel that he lost face. I am Xiao Yijiu's junior, so the seniority It’s not too much for you to call me uncle, right?”
Xie Fuyao seriously thought about it, and then called out to Master Uncle with the corners of his mouth twitching.
Xiang Qingniu laughed as if he had picked up a gold ingot, and his chest trembled with pride.
He urged his horse to catch up with Fang Jie in front, patted Fang Jie's shoulder and raised his chin: "Quick, call Master Uncle!"
Fang Jie looked at him and asked, "What good will it do if I call you Uncle Master?"
Xiang Qingniu rolled his eyes at him and said: "It's not straightforward at all, you see why Xiao Xie doesn't bargain for the price, the seniority is whatever it should be, and there can be no chaos."
Xie Fuyao said coldly behind him: "It's okay for you to ask me to call you uncle, if you dare to call me little thank you again, I will kill you..."
Fang Jie gave a thumbs up: "That's how it should be, thank you little one!"
Xie Fuyao: "..."
"It's here."
Xiang Qingniu looked at the mighty city called Dali in front of him, and looked up at the defenders on the wall who were facing an enemy, and couldn't help but smile triumphantly: "Why do I have the feeling that three people defeated a big city?" ?”
Fang Jie said, "Because you are doing it."
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"Grandpa, please go to the city on a hanging basket!"
A general defending the city wall leaned over and shouted. He was wearing a thick armor, as if he had stuffed himself into a lump of iron. Perhaps only in this way could he feel a sense of security. After all, standing below at this time is the second person called Butcher after Luo Yao. Nanyan people are as afraid of Fang Jie as they are afraid of Luo Yao. As a matter of fact, Fang Jie's aristocratic family who has only been in the southwest for less than a year has killed many more people than Luo Yao who has been in Yongzhou for 20 years.
Outside the city of Yongzhou, tens of thousands of Nanyan soldiers and 600,000 He people were beheaded. Coupled with the revenge of the Black Banner Army, the He people lost millions of people.
"Open the city gate."
Fang Jie responded with three words indifferently.
"My lord, don't make things difficult for me. You also know who you are, and you don't have the right to open the city gate to let you in. The higher-ups have ordered you to go to the city in a hanging basket."
He spoke cautiously, and he didn't know why, even though there were so many subordinates around him, and there were only three people in the city, he was still terrified.
Fang Jie didn't bother to pay any attention to it, he got off the white lion, walked to one side and sat down and asked Xiang Qingniu, "Would you like to fight the landlord for a while?"
Xiang Qingniu laughed loudly: "Come on, who is afraid of whom?"
Xie Fuyao had a serious face: "I'm too young to come..."
This guy has already learned this little game not long after he joined the Black Banner Army. Xiang Qingniu got off the horse, took out a deck of cards from the buckskin pouch at his waist, and shuffled them skillfully: "Come on, we are all people of status, a Daoist, a Duke, and a Martial Academy Professor, I'm sorry for my status."
"How big are you playing?"
Xie Fuyao asked.
"Press the ground."
Fang Jie suddenly said something, and then he pointed at the gate of the city: "I'll give you the south city, the north city for you, and the west city for me. If you play on the street, whoever wins, I'll give you Dali city as much as you want."
Xiang Qingniu nodded: "This is a bit big... But you are so generous, does Murong Shame know?"
The three of them chatted as if there was no one else around. Although the defenders on the city wall didn't know what they were playing, they felt a little scary when they heard Fang Jie's words. It seemed that the three of them had already divided the city of Dali.
The guard on the city wall didn't dare to call the shots. He looked back at the old man in a bright red robe standing in the distance. When he looked at the old man, his eyes were full of fear.
"Master, what should we do?"
The guard leaned over to ask, his voice trembling.
"Send someone to the palace to ask His Majesty for instructions."
The old man known as the Venerable Master stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the three people under the city wall with cold eyes: "However, these three people are under the city, do you think there is any difference between walking through the city gate and coming up on a hanging basket? The three of them If you go to the city and want to kill, none of you will survive."
The guard shuddered, but he still didn't dare to make a decision on his own. He turned around and wanted to go to the palace to ask Murong Shame for instructions, but before he could take a step, he saw Prime Minister Zhu Chijian slowly going up to the city with a team of guards. Seeing Zhu Chijian, the guard hurried over to inquire as if he had seen the backbone.
Zhu Chijian nodded after hearing what he said, looked at the old man and said, "National Teacher, what His Majesty means is that we should not lose face too much. If the other party only came with three people, we would be too scared to open the door... Whether it is Neither the national body nor His Majesty's face is good-looking, and the national teacher sits here, and his face seems to be... "
This old man in a bright red robe is none other than Hei Shang, the national teacher of the Dali Kingdom. The status is extremely high, and Murong Sha also highly respects this person.
"Open the door."
Heishang Guoshi's face turned cold, he glared at Zhu Chijian and strode down the city.
"I'll welcome the guests in person!"
Looking at the back of Heishang Guoshi, Zhu Chijian couldn't help but twitch his mouth. He has known the character of every important person in the court for so many years in Dali City, otherwise he wouldn't have done it safely. Prime Minister for decades. This Hei Shang Guoshi is the most proud and martial artist, let alone allow others to say that he is timid.
Zhu Chijian leaned over to look under the city wall, looked at Fang Jie, and heaved a long sigh of relief. To be honest, he didn't know whether his decision was right or wrong. Today's choice is the most important in his life for so many years. a choice. What he knew was that if he made the right choice, the future of the Zhu family would not be too dark. If the choice is wrong, no matter whether it is the Zhu family or any of Nanyan's families, they will face a bloody disaster.
In fact, most people will always face a variety of choices in their lives. They choose to stand in line. If they choose the right one, they may not be successful, and if they choose the wrong one, they may not die without a burial, because for ordinary people No matter how many choices you have in your life, you rarely touch life and death. They don't bother to think about these problems, but Zhu Chijian has to think about them, and has to mourn...
"No matter how strong the Zhu family is, what can it do? No matter how strong they are, they are barely qualified to choose. They are always the ones who choose to stand in the team, not... the ones who are qualified to be the team leader."
He smiled wryly in his heart, and murmured that he hoped that this decision would not make him a sinner of the Zhu family through the ages.
Standing inside the city gate, Heishang Guoshi watched the soldiers frantically move away the huge wood that was holding up the city gate, watched them slowly pull open the heavy city gate with great effort, and opened a gap in the gate. Suddenly, the Hei Shang Guoshi was in a trance, and he seemed to see a monstrous wave of blood pouring in from outside the door.
The smell of blood... hits his face.