Zu Jifa, the second generation of Xiqi, was twenty-eight years old, in the prime of life, idle and not engaged in business. He enjoys collecting rare treasures and daydreaming all day long. Height: 176 centimeters, neither tall nor short, handsome in appearance, but lacks the style of a king at all, just like a ruffian. In the words of later generations, it is called: "Wearing a dragon robe does not look like a prince."
Magic weapon: None.
Martial arts talent: low.
Genuine Qi Talent: Not suitable for cultivation.
IQ: above average, unknown.
Charisma value: not high.
Physique: Weak. I like to walk with a hunchback.
Eloquence: low. Stutters when nervous.
Lucky value: +∞
Haoran sighed inwardly, what kind of apprentice is this! ! All the disciples of the Twelve Immortals of Kunlun are good talents and beautiful jade. How come the only one under my sect, the great disciple who opened the mountain, and the famous Zhou Wu King through the ages, is such a piece of rotten wood!
It's no wonder that Ji Changhui would rather recognize himself as his adopted son, because he was sure that the second son would have no chance to be emperor.
It is no exaggeration to say that even if all the top ten artifacts are hung on Ji Fa's body, it is hard to say whether the two armies will run away when they confront each other.
During the period of staying in Xiqi, Haoran finally started to perform the duties of Tai Tuo. Ji Fa respected this cheap master very much, and came here respectfully to listen to his teachings every day. Haoran has already seen how unpleasant Zhichangzi's admonisher is, so he won't babble like Mebobi, and just choose something that is not stuffy.
Although Haoran knows very little about culture and military strategy, military strategy and the rule of the country, those knowledge comes from thousands of years later, which is extremely novel in this era, and is the crystallization of human wisdom in the long river of history.
Ji Fa has been unruly and unruly since he was a child. In the eyes of the whole Xiqi, he is a second-generation patriarch. From his own father Ji Chang to the officials in the court, he has never been treated seriously. How can there be someone who is so kind and cheerful, teaching so much knowledge
But with the in-depth understanding of Ji Fa's character, Haoran gradually understood that it was not that this guy had no intention of studying, but that the extremely dazzling Bo Yikao had always been on the sidelines, and no one had ever trained him as an heir. , lack of discipline. Even now after the death of Bo Yi, the king of Xiqi and the orthodox king of Chaoge are far apart by a hundred and eight thousand miles.
If King Zhou dies, the Yin and Shang Dynasties will die immediately; but if Ji Fa dies, the Western Zhou Dynasty will have a strong head and will not be affected. Therein lies the difference.
Of course, Haoran didn't know about Ji Fa's impassioned battle speech on the city wall, otherwise he might have a slightly different view of him at this time.
Looking at Ji Fa in front of the bronze mirror, he excitedly put on one piece of clothes, put on a sapphire pendant around his waist, and put on a square crown, like a restive monkey head, and asked: "Master, How about this outfit? Is this suitable for the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet at night?"
Haoran couldn't help laughing, and replied: "It's only noon, and the moon is only seen at night, why are you so excited."
Haoran paused for a while, and then said seriously: "Although people rely on clothes, the effect that clothes can play is limited after all. Instead of spending time on matching clothes, it is better to read more and practice martial arts, and your demeanor will naturally appear. "
Hearing this, Ji Fa took off the crown and said with a smile, "This apprentice is no better than Master, Master is already extremely handsome, and looks good in anything he wears."
He even flattered himself, Haoran didn't know what to say, he just felt that this guy's intelligence was completely useless where it should be used. Immediately he said seriously: "Follow me." Then he took Ji Fa out of the deep palace and walked towards the imperial garden. On the way, he said again: "Stand straight when you walk, you are the master of Xiqi, how can you be so self-confident?"
With a smile on his face, Ji Fa followed to an open space in the garden, Haoran picked up two wooden swords from the weapon rack by the wall, threw one to Ji Fa, and taught Ji Fa a few moves at will.
In the garden, Yang Jian was exchanging lessons with Huang Tianhua, when he saw Haoran's master and apprentice coming, they both stopped their hands and said with a smile: "Teaching the apprentice."
Haoran's face blushed, knowing that Yang Jian was taught by the peerless sword celestial real Yuding, and Huang Tianhua even used Mo Xie's sword as a body protection weapon. In front of the two of them, he taught his apprentice how to learn swords.
Haoran had no choice but to tie his hands and feet, picked up the impressive swordsmanship he had learned from King Zhou, taught Ji Fa a few moves, and then stopped talking, so as not to make too many mistakes and make people laugh.
Huang Tianhua recognized that style, and said with a smile: "Four sides submit. Master Tongtian created the Jinao sword technique."
Haoran nodded seriously, and said: "Yes." I knew that this style must have been taught by Tongtian to Wen Zhong, and Wen Zhong had taught it to King Zhou, and passed it on to himself, but unexpectedly let Ji Fa learn it, and in the future he will take away Yin Zhong again. Shang Sheji, the name of "Submission from all directions", is really a trick of good fortune, and it has become a great irony.
Huang Tianhua said with a smile: "But I don't know how the orthodox Kunlun swordsmanship compares to the Jin'ao family?"
Haoran knew that Tianhua was provoking him to compete, so he was unmoved, and said: "The skills Haoran has learned are naturally worthless."
When Ji Fa heard this, he burst out laughing, Huang Tianhua felt a little embarrassed, coughed, and said: "Be careful!" After speaking, he raised his wooden sword and stabbed towards Haoran.
Haoran had no choice but to draw his sword to parry, Tianhua restrained his expression, and said seriously: "The sword is the ancestor of a hundred soldiers, the heavy sword has no front, and it is ingenious; the mixed element is righteous, and the sword style is harmonious, so that the sword can be used in the way." Haoran understood, knowing that Tianhua was teaching him Kunlun swordsmanship by chance, and immediately disassembled it, pondering the deep meaning of Tianhua's moves and moves.
It was autumn, and the wind of swords criss-crossed, arousing bloody maple leaves, like red flowers flying in the sky, and the two young men in the maple leaves were as if startled, and they came and went like butterflies wearing flowers, which was extremely beautiful.
Huang Tianhua's swordsmanship is quite pure, moral and true. It opens wide and closes, showing the imposing manner of a sword fairy. Roll away.
Tianhua shouted: "Go!" Immediately, he stabbed out with a sword, but Haoran didn't dodge or evade, he took half a step back, and raised his backhand along the facing sword, the sword edge drew a circle, but it was Zhong and Zhou who had been watching before. It was Wang's peak move when he compared swords, but Haoran couldn't catch it after all, he only held the first half of the sword, but he couldn't throw out the Tianhua sword with continuous force.
Tianhua smiled and said: "What!" Seeing that the sword had almost pierced Haoran's left shoulder, Haoran moved his strength in his hand and took another step back. Unexpectedly, the two of them had retreated to the side of the pond without knowing it. slipped and fell backwards. Tianhua hurriedly threw away the wooden sword, stepped forward, hugged Haoran with one hand, and said: "Be careful!"
Immediately afterwards, the two hugged each other and fell into the water with a "plop".
Hao Ran was so embarrassed that he crawled out of the pond amidst the belly laughs of Yang Jian and Ji Fa, but Tian Hua stretched out his hand and fell back down.
"You..." Haoran gritted his teeth, just wanting to blow Tianhua out of the sky with a punch, Huang Tianhua laughed loudly, and jumped out of the pond with Haoran in his arms, Haoran was so embarrassed that he hurried to the ground.
Tianhua helped Haoran pick up the dead leaves from his hair, Haoran hurriedly patted Tianhua's hand away, and said to Ji with a serious face: "Teach me these things today, practice hard when you have time, and I will teach you the rest in the future."
Ji Fanonuo said yes, Haoran suddenly felt that those words were vaguely familiar, but found that even when he was teaching his disciples, he also carried a bit of Yin Shoude's shadow, and immediately felt a little sour in his heart, and said, "Let's go." Regardless of Huang Tianhua's presence, Blushing, he took Ji Fa away.
Back in the inner hall, Haoran took off his outer robe and sat down. Ji Fa called someone to set up a brazier, and held Master's wet clothes attentively, squatting beside the brazier to bake. Fragments of memory are constantly burning.
Ji Fa turned around, looked at Haoran for a while, and said with a smile: "Uncle Tianhua is very handsome!" While waving his fist up and down, shaking his robe, he came and squatted in front of Haoran, saying: "Master, you are free to lie Uncle Huashi should teach his disciples a few tricks that day."
Haoran felt a big headache, waved his hands and said: "Don't mention it, you are a fool."
For a moment, the flames reflected red on his cheeks, and his black hair was half wet. Hao Ran brushed aside his forehead hair and said, "What are you looking at? Stupid apprentice."
Ji was in a daze for a moment, then Fang said: "Uncle Tianhua is tall and handsome, and he is good with a sword." After a pause, he laughed again: "What good is that Hunjun, he is not worthy of Master."
Haoran stayed for a while, and wanted to say something to cover up the past, but thought that his love affair with King Zhou must have been spread up and down, and he didn't care about it anymore, so he joked: "When the day you capture Chaoge, why not?" Capture and kill Hunjun, and match Master and Uncle Tianhua as a pair, in this way, your hooligan intentions will be fulfilled."
Ji Fa turned around and took out the drying robe, waited for Hao Ran to put it on, and said with a smile: "If there is a day, I wouldn't dare to kill Yin Shoude, I should hand it over to Master and let him go."
Haoran's heart moved, and he said: "Is this really true?"
Ji Fa nodded, and said seriously: "Master was born of heaven and earth, even the immortals said..." Then he felt a slip of the tongue and stopped talking.
It was only at this time that Haoran realized that Ji Fa had heard rumors about him from the Kunlun Immortal Dao. After all, his youthful disposition worshiped the strong, and he was gentler than Bo Yikao, so he had unknowingly become the elder brother in his mind Feeling a little moved in my heart, I replied: "Well, Master accepts your affection, and I will remember what I said today in the future."
One master and one disciple left the back hall and walked towards the front palace. During the mid-autumn festival, when the moon had already risen, the Xiqi Palace was brightly lit and several tables of banquets were set up. Tai Ren and Tai Si sat down and glanced at the two people who came out of the palace.
Haoran stood tall and graceful like a flawless jade, which immediately attracted dozens of eyes from the court. As a monarch, Ji Fa stood by Haoran's side with his arms down. Such a comparison made Haoran's status even more detached. Ji Chang's old mother, Tai Ren, felt dissatisfied, and ordered the servant girl: "Go and invite the Tai Tuo and Wang'er to the table."
Tai Ren said coldly: "Qing Hao Ran is finally back, I, Xi Qi, had spent a lot of effort to find you earlier."
The implication is that you eat my big week's salary, but you go to save the innocent king. Haoran knew that as Ji Chang's adopted son, although he had no affection, he still couldn't do anything wrong, so he respectfully said: "Haoran is young and inexperienced, and the family is worried, so I ask grandma to forgive me."
Tai Ren heard that this person is a tough one, but unexpectedly the apology was very sincere, and the word "grandmother" brought the two of them closer, he nodded and stopped making things difficult for Haoran.
At that time, Ziya, Yang Jian, Tianhua, Huang Feihu and others entered the table one by one. Puxian didn't eat the fireworks in the world, and sat at another table with Nezha to meet the scene, but Tianxiang seemed to be inseparable from Nezha for a moment, so he stuck together past. Tai Ren's table was dominated by Ji Fa, the general Nan Gongshi, and the senior doctor San Yisheng were companions. The Kunlun forces actually accounted for more than half of the table.
During the banquet, the dishes were served, and the fine wine was poured into the cup. Tai Ren coughed and said: "Tonight's Mid-Autumn Festival, you don't have to be restrained. Xiangguo, please."
Everyone raised their glasses to agree, but when Jiang Ziya was about to toast, Haoran said first: "What do you want to say, your majesty, why don't you talk to us?"
Unexpectedly, Ji Feng was asked this question, without any preparation in advance, and stammered: "Gu..."
Tai Ren and Tai Si saw it, but secretly frowned. Jiang Ziya and Haoran exchanged colors, smiled knowingly, Haoran said in a low voice: "Don't panic, feel free."
"Gu, Gu Meng's father passed on the throne... this..." Ji Faxian was extremely nervous, seeing Jiang Ziya's gentle smile, Fang Shun a little, and said: "At this time, Xiqi is facing a big enemy, and it is really a crisis of life and death. There are virtuous ministers, and there are fierce generals outside. I once heard the words of the Taifu that those who win the hearts of the people win the world, and those who lose the hearts of the people lose the world.
"This country and society are all dead things, and what is fighting for is people's hearts. Ji Fa is not talented, and he has no talents at all. What he relies on... is all the lovers. Please also remember that Ji Fa is young. If you make mistakes, don't miss them." It’s strange. Also please... invite everyone to live here... the temple is so high that you don’t forget to worry about its people, and it’s far away from the rivers and lakes... don’t forget to worry about your lord"
"Worry about the world's worries first, and enjoy the world's joy later..." Ji Fa tried hard to recall what Haoran taught. The words were nondescript and horrible. Hearing Haoran put his hand in front of his brow, he wanted to cry but had no tears. He just wanted to toast Hurry up to finish, but Ji Fa became more and more enthusiastic, and said: "I will do my best, and I will die!"
When Haoran raised his head again, he saw that all the officials were stunned. The books that Haoran recited were all classic poems and proses after removing the dross from the land of China and preserving the essence. Although they specifically explained to Ji Fa that they were not written by him, when he threw them out at this time, everyone was still vigilant. All the ministers looked at Ji Fa as if they didn't know each other.
After a long time, San Yisheng, the senior doctor, said: "It's a good one to worry about the world's worries first, and enjoy the world's joys later. Your Majesty has such a benevolent heart, and he expects that the world will be unified just around the corner."
Nangong Shi was originally a rough man, and immediately said: "Dedicate yourself to yourselves! After death! It's what I have been thinking all my life! Finally, I will toast the king!"
Ji Fa smiled, raised his glass and drank it. After drinking for three tours, Tai Ren and Tai Si Fang left the table and went back to the palace to rest. San Yisheng, Nan Gongshi, and Huang Feihu had business to patrol the city, so they all retired.
Ziya handed down an object, which was covered with a red cloth, but he didn't uncover it. He just smiled and said, "It's boring to drink with cows. How about Haoran's rhythm?" Haoran understood, took out the jade xun, and played a long song leisurely.
The four seats all stopped their orders and listened quietly together.
The moon is in the middle of the sky, everything is silent, the scent of cinnamon floats down the wind, and the sound of music floats in the night sky like silk. sweep away.