It should be the old man Qi Lianhua, the sage of the Western Chu Dynasty, laughed at himself, "Spring and Autumn Sword Armor? The knife and pen are the knife and the pen official, and the knife armor is the knife armor."
For thousands of years, people in the world have always been proud of practicing swords. Not to mention knight-errants, even scholars from all over the world often wear swords when they go on study tours to show their spirit. In the battle for the head of a hundred soldiers, swords are always inferior to swords. In fact, famous swords are not inferior to famous swords in terms of number, and most of them are also very legendary in the Jianghu, like the big sword that is now in the hands of Xu Fengnian's apprentice. Frost Changdao, the stories of the previous masters can also be described as soul-stirring. But ever since Lu Zu became famous for beheading his head with a flying sword, swordsmanship has been the only one in the martial arts world, but the weather of swordsmen has gone from bad to worse. There has never been a master who uses a sword to reach the top of martial arts. God Deng Tai'a, even though they both lost to Wang Xianzhi, no one can deny that the two kendo leaders are very romantic. On the other hand, Gu Jiantang, the number one swordsman, has never been ranked high on the martial arts rankings, and his reputation in the world is also mediocre Unsurprisingly, I have never heard of anyone practicing swords because of their admiration for General Gu's martial arts. There are some who envy military achievements and enlist in the army with swords, but even the devil Han Diaosi said before his death Ever thought about walking around the rivers and lakes with a green shirt and a sword, let alone other young men? How many women have never forgotten Li Chungang in a green shirt just by hearing his name
Even Xu Fengnian himself pretended to be a young hero in Beiliang in order to deceive women before practicing swordsmanship, so he wished to wear famous swords all over his body.
The book sage Qi Lianhua is actually the sword armor left to the world for a glimpse. This truth is really moving, and it makes people have to envy the heyday of Western Chu. It is worthy of the orthodox culture of the Central Plains. The sword crosses the Guangling River, there is a writer who distributes hundreds of poems on flat boats and wine, there is a woman who is beautiful and beautiful, and there is a national teacher Li Mi and the Cao family's proud master and apprentice. The country is destroyed, the fault is not with the son of heaven, scholars and common people. If you want to hate, you can only hate that the sky is in Liyang and not in Jiangchu.
The old man beckoned to Xu Fengnian. The old man squatted down first and looked at the tombstone of Princess Wu Su. Something, a vulgar martial artist, it’s all right to marry a decent-looking woman.”
Xu Fengnian was full of anger, and sneered: "The old man really thinks that you and I will fight to the death, and I, Xu Fengnian, will lose?"
Qi Lianhua laughed it off and asked, "You haven't been to your hometown in Jinzhou to worship your ancestors in your life, have you?"
Xu Fengnian didn't answer.
In fact, it’s not just him, Xu Xiao hasn’t been to Jinzhou since he became queen. Xu Fengnian’s grandfather passed away very early. I met my grandparents once, and Xu Xiao was an only seedling, so there were no relatives of the Xu family. In the early years, some distant relatives from Jinzhou went to Beiliang to seek relatives with Xu Xiao. A prosperity and wealth guaranteed by drought and flood. As for the elders on the mother's side, Princess Wu Su almost never mentioned it. When Xu Fengnian was young, she only occasionally heard her mother say that her grandmother was a good person who got along with others and cared for others. Unfortunately, she passed away too early. As for who the grandfather is, mother He didn't say a single word, and Xu Xiao refused to say more, only one time he said angrily after drinking that the old man would have died a long time ago. Xu Fengnian guessed that it must be that Xu Xiao was shut out outside the Wu family's sword tomb when he asked his relatives back then, and was beaten to death by the old man surnamed Wu with a sword. And Xu Fengnian also had resentment towards that grandfather. Later, his aunt in Qingcheng Mountain covered her face with armor all the year round. It was the Wu family who made things difficult for her mother back then, which caused the face of the aunt who was a sword servant to be torn apart beyond recognition by the fierce sword energy. Although the grandfather did not do it himself, Xu Fengnian felt that if the grandfather had said a few words of justice and treated his mother who ran away from home, the Wu Family Sword Tomb would not be so cruel. Especially after learning that his uncle Wu Qi met deliberately in Beimang but didn't recognize each other, and finally transferred to Xishu to assist Chen Zhibao, Xu Fengnian really didn't like the relatives and elders surnamed Wu, even if he should have called him grandpa The current Patriarch of the Wu family, who took the initiative to make amends on the border of Beiliang, Xu Fengnian will inevitably still have knots.
The old man breathed out a sigh of relief and said with emotion: "I used to compile the history books of the previous dynasty for Dachu, and read all the books. At that time, although my sword technique was not known as a master, I was actually a master. It's frightening at night. Without it, it's just because the word 'people eat each other' can be seen everywhere in the book!"
"Although it is normal for the world to rise and fall alternately, every time there is turmoil, the suffering of the people is really unspeakable. Outside the suburban pass, the roadside is like driving sheep at night. Noisy eating to choose the fat, a quick knife Falling and fighting for the general. What a tragic scene? The dead are full of roads, and the living are neighbors of ghosts. The world is full of half-wandering souls. This is not the words of poets in troubled times moaning without disease! Wenqian, the value of a woman is no more than a handful of corn. Later, some parents couldn’t bear it, so they exchanged their children for food. In the end, people in the world are not human, but ghosts! How can I not hate Liyang? I don’t hate that journey south Xu Xiao who slaughtered cities and countries?!"
"In the old days, the prince's house was haunted by foxes and rabbits. In fact, it's not just the prince's house?"
Xu Fengnian grabbed a handful of snow from the ground and squeezed it in the palm of his hand. He couldn't help interrupting the old man's words, "Xu Xiao said that one must do one's duty, the first-class literati Xiu Qi Zhiping, and the second-class literati can also complain for the common people. As a warrior with a knife, he is fighting, and he can only fight. If you give him a few thousand people, he will fight a city, and tens of thousands of people will fight a country. When he has hundreds of thousands of cavalry, he will fight the world What? So many people scolded him later, but he never retaliated, nor did he feel that what he did was right. In the Beiliang Army, the older generation Yan Wenluan, Zhong Hongwu, He Zhonghu, etc., and the younger ones , Chu Lushan, Li Mofan, Cao Xiaojiao, which one is not a notorious old soldier in the eyes of the world?"
Xu Fengnian looked resolute, and said in a deep voice: "But it cannot be denied, if someone is bound to be the one who will help Li Yang dominate the world, then Xu Xiao will definitely be the best result."
Qi Lianhua said with emotion: "I really haven't thought about this matter."
The old man who was lost in thought suddenly laughed, "There is a poem by Huang Longshi that is widely circulated, 'The country is broken and the mountains and rivers exist, and the city is full of spring vegetation'. The old master of the Song family in Liyang commented that the word 'deep' is not as good as 'sheng', if It uses new characters, combines movement and stillness, and combines poetry and morality. Liyang Dynasty literary circles are full of praise, what do you think?"
Xu Fengnian said calmly: "My second sister once said in the Shangyin Academy that Old Master Song has reformed so much that it doesn't make sense."
Qi Lianhua asked: "Then you don't wonder whose daughter Xu Weixiong is?"
Xu Fengnian couldn't hide his anger when Ni Lin was touched, "None of your business!"
Qi Lianhua squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "Xu Fengnian, Xu Fengnian, you really have the same virtue as your father Xu Xiao."
Xu Fengnian took a deep breath, "I respect the old man for being loyal to Xichu, and hiding in Beiliang's palace for many years to protect the subjugated princess Jiang Ni. But old man, don't think that you can really do whatever you want in Xu's house."
The old man disapproved, with a sarcasm on his face, "Oh?"
I don't know when, the positions of the two changed into Qi Lianhua's back facing the gate of the mausoleum, and Xu Fengnian's back facing the two tombstones.
Then the two took a step almost at the same time, and the instep of the step that was taken almost at the same time was stepped on by the other foot. Xu Fengnian made a sword with two fingers and stabbed the old man's eyebrows.
The figure of the old man is spinning like a spinning top. When he removes his finger sword, his sleeves are fluttering, rolling up the wind and snow all over the sky, forming a scene of an earth dragon drawing water. Xu Fengnian was pushed towards the tombstone by the knife in his hand, and he wrapped his hand around the back and stuck it on the tombstone. With a light push, he used his strength to charge forward.
Xu Fengnian, who was in the air, put his fingers together still, tilted a touch on the top of the old man's head, and the majestic sword energy immediately poured down in the air.
The old man sneered, his gait was very different from that of martial arts in the world, his feet were slightly tilted inward, one hand was behind his back and the other was clenched, and he stepped forward in a straight line with a series of small steps, dodging the sword aura, and just hit the ground with his fist. On Xu Fengnian's stomach, the punch was as heavy as a drum. After rebounding, he released his five fingers immediately, and pushed away with his palm again. Xu Fengnian's body flew upside down and exploded in the snowy night like a piercing sound like firecrackers saying goodbye to the new year. Daojia Qi Lianhua's fists, palms, and steps are actually very simple and crisp. It is easy to think of Wang Xianzhi, who used to be arrogant and an enemy of the world. Facing the enemy with bare hands, disdain the world's magic weapon.
In fact, Xu Fengnian was not seriously injured, but was repelled by the old man's move, his heart was ups and downs, and the chaotic energy in his body became more and more ups and downs, like adding oil to boiling water. This gave him a new understanding of the Spring and Autumn Sword Armor. He originally thought that Qi Lianhua was at least on the same level as Sui Xiegu, but it seems that he should be at least a line higher.
If Xu Fengnian had been confident that even if he had done his best with swords and armor before killing the dragon in Liuzhou, no matter how careless he was, he would not be in such a mess.
After Xu Fengnian settled down, blood oozes from the corner of his mouth, but he doesn't wipe it off at all. It doesn't matter, and it doesn't matter.
The battle of life and death that Xu Fengnian experienced was not once or twice.
The old man clicked his tongue and said: "As far as your present dire situation is concerned, at most you can only use three moves to fight for your life. When you meet an ordinary Vajra or even a master of Zhixuan, three moves are almost enough, but it's a pity that you met me."
Xu Fengnian said calmly: "It doesn't take three moves, just one move."
The old man asked: "Even if you die, you still have to protect the two monuments behind you? Everyone is dead, what's the use of the monument? Are you Xu Fengnian the king of Beiliang? You don't know how to choose?"
The old man is probably a real old man, with a lot of words, and at this time he still "persuades with kind words": "Boy, the beauties in the world are springing up every year, they are the source of soldiers, and they are also endless wildfires. One after another. But there are two things that are difficult to add. One is the armored heavy cavalry on the battlefield. One less is one less, and it is difficult to fill in quickly. Then there are the masters of the rivers and lakes. Everyone needs talent, chance and many years. It took time. Especially you, Xu Fengnian, you must spare your life. If you die..."
The snow is getting heavier.
Xu Fengnian ignored the old man's nagging and raised his hand.
There is an extra snow knife in his hand.
But the old man suddenly became sad, and looked up at the sky with his hands behind his back, "Beiliang, fight a country with the power of one place, if you die..."
The old man was talking to himself, with a desolate expression, "I don't care at all whether there is a King of Beiliang in Beiliang. But whether Xu Fengnian is dead or not, how can I, Qi Lianhua, not care?"
There was a trace of bewilderment in Xu Fengnian's eyes.
After being hit by the sword armor Qi Lianhua with a punch and a palm, the qi mechanism in the body unexpectedly showed signs of recovery after experiencing the initial violent shock, and began to stabilize.
The old man looked annoyed, stared and said: "The boy knows my good intentions?"
Xu Fengnian was at a loss, but he still held the Xuedao, wondering: "What do you want to do?"
The old man who once said "returning on a snowy night" became more and more annoyed, "Aren't you a smart person with both body and mind, why are you so unresponsive?!"
Xu Fengnian was also furious and glared at each other angrily.
Looking at the stubborn young man, the old man seemed to remember some past events, and the stubborn old man who had been tough with this world all his life also softened his heart a bit, his tone was soft, and he said helplessly: "I'm afraid you won't be able to guess, kid, didn't I take a pseudonym?" 'Wu Jiang'?"
Xu Fengnian couldn't laugh or cry, "Didn't I guess that you are Qi Lianhua and Chunqiu Daojia?"
The furious old man suddenly stomped heavily, causing the wind and snow above the mausoleum to freeze, "Didn't Xu Xiao tell you that his father-in-law's surname is not Wu? Even if that bastard Xu Xiao didn't say it, Su Er didn't." Did I mention it to you? Didn’t I tell you that there was a swordsman surnamed Qi who fought for a woman from the Wu family in the Wu family’s sword mound and almost demolished half of the sword mountain?!”
Xu Fengnian turned around, couldn't see the expression clearly, and couldn't hear the emotional change in his tone, "No."
"No?!" The old man was really angry, pointing at Xu Xiao's tombstone and yelling: "You Jinzhou barbarian, in order to marry my daughter, you said that you would not kneel to the sky or the ground, so kneel down to my father-in-law!" One time! Well, the big-headed little lieutenant, with hundreds of people under his command, dares to threaten that if he doesn’t agree, he will lead his troops to destroy Da Chu in the future! I should have killed you with my palm at that time!”
When the old man was silent, there was only the whimpering of the wind and snow in the garden.
The old man's eyes were kind, and his face was full of guilt. He stared at the back of the young man who was much more pleasing to the eye than Xu Xiao, and said slowly: "The first time I saw you secretly was when Xu's cavalry was on their way to Beiliang. On a snowy night like this, in a small temple, you were punished by your mother to study all night, and your boy would hold the book in his hand, sit on the knee of the Buddha statue in the main hall, and read until dawn with the ever-burning lamp in front of the Buddha statue. The four clay sculptures of heavenly kings are either armed with knives or swords, or have ferocious faces, and the lights are dim. Outside the hall, the winter wind and snow are like female ghosts crying like complaints. Adults are afraid, but you children are not afraid. I am on the beam. After seeing you all night, I really like you from the bottom of my heart, you are indeed my grandson of Qi Lianhua!"
A sense of pride filled the old man's heart, "I don't recognize Xu Xiao as my son-in-law, but I like you as my grandson! Even if Su'er doesn't recognize me as my father, I still have the audacity to come to Liangzhou and wait for Su'er to come to Liangzhou." After my son died of illness, I became a low-class servant incognito. Who am I, Qi Lianhua? I can compete with Li Mi, the master of the state of Chu, on the chessboard. Kui is neck-and-neck on the battlefield, and Cao Changqing is respectfully called a half-master!"
Xu Fengnian, who always turned his back to the old man, squatted down, looked at the two tombstones, and asked, "Why did the unknown matchmaker marry grandma back then? Instead, let grandma and mother depend on each other in the eyes of the family."
The old man remained silent, his eyes full of sadness and remorse.
Xu Feng said in a young voice: "Jiangshan beauty, Jiangshan beauty, Jiangshan beauty is behind, do you think the country is more important? Or do you think why a man has no wife? You, the famous Spring and Autumn 'Tianhualang', think that women are just That icing on the cake embellishment in life?"
Xu Fengnian asked again: "Why didn't you protect my mother in the white clothes case in the capital?"
Before waiting for an answer, Xu Fengnian's voice was hoarse, and he trembled to himself: "So I don't know that I have a grandfather, I just think he died a long time ago. Whether his surname is Wu or Qi, whether he is a big hero or a small person, it doesn't matter at all. .”
The old man sighed after a long time and was speechless.
Xu Fengnian sat cross-legged in front of the grave, bent over and reached out to brush off the snow in front of the stele.
Qi Lianhua walked to the monument, looked down at Xu Xiao's tombstone, and said calmly: "When I hear the news and rush to Tai'an City, it will be too late."
The old man laughed at himself: "Whether you don't recognize me as a grandfather, or think that guy named Qi Lianhua is cold-blooded, I think no matter how much I don't like the man my daughter picks, but the girl who gets married is tantamount to being spoiled." The water went out. And at that time, three swords and armors could not kill Zhao Dun, the emperor of Liyang, who was returning to his destiny. It's the courage that Xu Xiao should provoke, Xu Xiao can't do it, and my daughter Wu Su's children."
The old man turned his head to look at Xu Fengnian, who kept sweeping the snow with his hands, and said softly: "A Taoist sage said that life and death are like sleep, you can get up after sleep, and you live. You can't get up after sleep, you are dead. Therefore, there is great terror here. This is the principle of crying instead of laughing. The Buddhist scriptures also say that the heart is silent, and life and death are horrific."
The old man also squatted down, and said freely: "Maybe you are right, Xu Xiao is much better than the Spring and Autumn Sword Armor Great Chu Shusheng, but I am unwilling and dare not admit it."
The old man looked at Xu Xiao's tombstone and said with a smile, "In the end, I couldn't drink the glass of wine you toasted."
Xu Feng said in a young voice: "It's late."
Xu Fengnian's eyes were flushed, "I used to wonder why there was a pair of cloth shoes that Xu Xiao made by himself in the box under the bed that didn't fit anyone in the Xu family."
The old man froze for a moment.
Immediately the old man laughed loudly, clenched his fists and put them on his legs, "Chunqiu is a dream of spring and autumn. Life is just a matter of life and death. When you come, you cry, and when you go, you laugh."
Then the old man stretched out one hand to hold the cup, and between his five fingers, there was a crystal clear white snow cup. Snow fell in the cup, and he said loudly: "My father-in-law toasts my son-in-law!"
A glass of snow for wine.
Can drink a cup without.
"Xiao Nian, old man, I want to go back to Guangling. I have been away from home for too long. Don't send it off."
After toasting, the old man turned around, patted the snow off his grandson's shoulder, took out a yellowed booklet from his arms, and placed it gently beside Xu Fengnian.
After saying something softly at the end, the old man got up, shook his sleeves with both hands, and began to stride towards the gate of the mausoleum. After going out, his figure disappeared in a flash.
Xu Fengnian, who was a step behind, couldn't stop him at all.
Outside the city of Liangzhou, the old man traveled farther and farther, and his speed was far beyond the reach of the northern Liangjia and other big horses. In the old man's hand, there was a cold knife forged by Baixue that was gradually taking shape.
Everyone knows that Da Chu Tianhualang has practiced calligraphy all his life, and he likes to write the three characters "Su", "Nian" and "Spring" most.
Daughter Wu Su is gone, but grandson Xu Fengnian is still there, and he is very promising! I don't have much to worry about in this life, it's time to get rid of Qi Banbu's nickname, and it might as well give Qi Tianhua's name a solid name. Xiaonian, just be your grandfather selfish for the last time, so that people in the world know that after your father dies, you still have an elder alive. With me, Qi Lianhua, there is no one who can disgust Beiliang without paying the price. Dazhu Kingdom Gu Jiantang can't , Emperor Zhao Jiaxin can't do it either!
Xiaonian, you only need to guard the northwest gateway of the Central Plains.
Xu Fengnian's figure leaped rapidly, standing alone at the top of the city, but in his vision, there was only a vast expanse of whiteness.
After standing there all night, at dawn, Xu Fengnian remembered the old man's last words and muttered to himself, "Is it really possible?"
…
In the spring of the second year of Xiangfu, a frightening news came back to the capital from the frontier of Liangliao.
Gu Jiantang lost, and he still lost to a man with a knife.
That's all, the key is that the martial arts master who turned out to be born did not report his name, but only revealed an unimaginable identity.
One evening, on the outskirts of Tai'an City, two men, roughly a generation apart in age, sat facing each other in a pavilion.
The younger one is Song Keli, the young phoenix of the Song family who recently "resurrected" in the capital.
Song Keli has not yet held a position in Beijing, but Jin Lanting, the minister of the Ministry of Rites, has invited Song Keli to family dinners several times, and many old people in the capital, especially the nobles of the clan, have also expressed their affection.
Song Keli, who should have been proud of the spring breeze, had a sad face at this time, looking at Mr. Yuan who was toasting and drinking in front of him, and said sadly: "Even if that person is a great master who is better than General Gu, Tai'an City was able to deal with that drag family before." How can a man with a sword in his mouth not be able to deal with another warrior?"
Yuan Benxi smiled, glanced at Song Keli, and said nothing.
Song Keli's hand on the table was tightly clenched, his face was livid, and his lips trembled, "I know, I know, after the death of the late emperor, then the identity of Mr. is just an old and homeless Huang Menlang in the Imperial Academy. Today, the emperor was eager to get rid of the shackles, and the appearance of the old man gave him a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to kill with a knife without blood on his hands! Therefore, the imperial guards in the capital were not allowed to transfer a single person, and the Qintian supervisors were not allowed to transfer a single person to hang carp bags from the waist of the imperial court. The masters of the rivers and lakes are not allowed to mobilize one person! Mr. Yuan, is Tai'an City going to cross the river and demolish the bridge again? Does the Zhao family really lose any face?!"
Song Keli lowered his head, "Mr. Yuan taught me that serving the king of a dynasty as a courtier is just to burn a stick of incense for a Buddha. Once the emperor and courtiers, it is because the incense of the last stick of incense has died."
Yuan Benxi, with half of his tongue cut off, looked calm, put down his wine glass, and said vaguely: "Right or wrong, what I said before is just the way of being an official, but there is a more original way of being a man that should not be forgotten. To offer incense to the king, in fact It is art, not Tao. The real Tao of you, Song Keli, is to add fuel to the common people in the world after burning incense. This is the foundation left by Zhang Julu, the chief assistant, to Liyang. As a counselor, I, Yuan Benxi, believe that I will not lose to anyone , but as a courtier, Zhang Julu is the first person to create a new atmosphere for a thousand years. You have to learn his way, not mine. Otherwise, Song Keli will be like Yin Maochun and Zhao Youling in the end of your life. Yuan Benxi cultivated you Song Keli What's the use? How will you stand out among your peers like Sun Yin in the future?"
Looking at the twilight outside the pavilion, Yuan Benxi smiled and said, "The famous ministers and ministers of the Spring of Yonghui are destined to be famous in history, but you who started in the Xiangfu year may have more words than those old people in the history books. It looks better. Because there is a Zhang Julu in Yonghui who makes the world's scholars lose color. Your generation is different. Chen Wang's exquisite Fulong, Sun Yinyin's dragon slaying in the city, and you Song Keli's cruel and lonely minister, each has its own eye-catching style."
Song Keli didn't dare to look up to see Mr. Yuan who accompanied him all over the country last year.
Yuan Benxi said softly: "All parties tried to attract you, and I kept you up for sale. So last night, the apprentice of Song Tanglu, the chief inspector of ceremonies, found you and brought you an oral order. You don't need to feel guilty. If you can't wait to tell me Benxi, that's disappointing."
Song Keli suddenly raised his head.
Yuan Benxi smiled lightly, and said softly: "Here we come."
A person came from a distance.
A strange snow-white long knife hung from his waist.
Song Keli stood up and stood on the steps of the pavilion. The old man did not see any movement, and Song Keli, who was well-versed in martial arts, was thrown out of the pavilion.
After the old man sat down, Yuan Benxi put three wine glasses on the table, stretched out his fingers and gently pushed a clean wine glass in front of the old man.
Yuan Benxi smiled calmly and said: "At the time, I was still very curious about why old Mr. Qi would forcefully break into the gate of Tai'an City. Later, I saw many authentic copybooks that Xie Feiyu gave me. Some understand. Zhao Gou meticulously assassinated His Royal Highness sixteen times in Beiliang earlier, and three of them are the most regrettable, and they were all hindered by Mr. Qi."
The old man didn't raise his glass to drink, but put the snow knife on the table, "When the old man kills people, he will still make people drink a few sips of the wine, and drink slowly."
Yuan Benxi raised his head and drank all the wine in the glass, "Since old Mr. Qi has murderous intentions but no murderous intentions, why bother to pretend?"
Qi Lianhua sneered and said, "So Yuan Benxi is nothing more than that."
Yuan Benxi shook his head and said: "Life is alive, some people are greedy for drinking, some are greedy for life, it's all human nature."
Qi Lianhua said: "Li Yishan, Nalan Youci and Nalan Youci, one of them helped Xu Xiao win the Spring and Autumn Period, and the other helped Zhao Bing seek to conquer the world, that is the real way to seek the world. As for Huang Longshi, it is not something you can match with half an inch of tongue. You Yuan Benxi is just guarding the world all his life, not to mention the funny thing is that you haven't been able to guard it. The reason why I didn't kill you is because it's better not to kill you than to kill you."
Yuan Benxi laughed at himself: "The old man deliberately spared my life, so that dogs bite dogs?"
Qi Lianhua stretched out a finger and tapped the snow knife made according to the earliest generation of Xu Dao, "It's a great Xu Dao, it's used to cut off a dog's head, it's a sight to behold."
Yuan Benxi was unmoved, and said with a smile: "The old man has the grace not to kill, so the junior also has a word of advice, killing me Yuan Benxi is just a small matter with the snap of a finger, but it is not easy to go to the city to find the emperor Zhao Zhuan. Compared with the former emperor, today, he is afraid of death too much. I believe that Xu Fengnian would rather his grandfather return to Beiliang safely than the old man die heroically in Tai'an City, even if the way of death can be called magnificent Xu Fengnian managed to make a clean end to his past and future lives, and the old man's departure is not even the icing on the cake, let alone sending charcoal in the snow."
Qi Lianhua gasped in surprise, "You, Yuan Benxi, only have half of your tongue left. Not only can you speak, but you can also say a few human words?"
Yuan Benxi still looked happy, and pointed to the flagon, "For so many years, the flagon of Huadiao wine has always been filled with Beiliang green ants, the old man really doesn't want to have a drink?"
Qi Lianhua toasted his glass and drank it all. The old man got up and left the pavilion, but left the knife behind, and finally said, "You kings of the three dynasties of Liyang are sorry for Xu Xiao."
Yuan Benxi watched the old man leave, and after a long time, he nodded quietly.
Song Keli clutched his heart and staggered into the pavilion, seeing that Mr. Yuan was safe and sound, he was relieved.
After Song Keli sat down, Yuan Benxi stood up instead, looked at the sky, and said sadly: "It's going to rain, mother wants to get married... But I don't want to just let things go like this."
A smile appeared on Yuan Benxi's face, "Old man, I am a dying man, and my words are good."
When Mr. Yuan turned and walked towards the stone table, holding the cold Xu Dao, Song Keli suddenly had a bad premonition, and his face turned pale instantly.
Yuan Benxi looked into the distance, "Song Tanglu should be waiting, Zhao Zhuan doesn't have the guts."
Yuan Benxi withdrew his gaze, and tossed a tip to Song Keli, "You tell the palm print eunuch afterwards that he wants to live longer and better than Han Shengxuan, so let him take a look at this thing."
Song Keli seemed to have received a hot potato, restless, his eyes were bloodshot.
Yuan Benxi said sharply: "Song Keli, put away the kit! Get up and take the knife!"
Song Keli subconsciously stood up suddenly, but retreated a few steps in a panic, and the Song family's Chufeng lost all her charm.
Yuan Benxi took a step forward and handed out the cold knife.
Song Keli shook his head frantically.
The Emperor Liyang reprimanded with a ferocious face: "If you don't kill Yuan Benxi, how can you, Song Keli, stand by the king's side!"
Song Keli's face was full of tears, and he kept repeating: "Sir, I won't kill you, sir, I won't kill you..."
Yuan Benxi sighed, put the knife on the table, then turned his back to Song Keli, and said calmly: "It is not free to transport a hero. If you don't kill me, I, Yuan Benxi, will be a waste. Even if I live a few more years, the future The world is destined to have no trace of my half-inch tongue Yuan Benxi."
Yuan Benxi closed his eyes and said softly, "Song Keli, you must not let me down."
Huanglongshi Li Yishan, one step behind you. Nalan Youci, I'm one step ahead of you.
Song Keli tremblingly held the cold knife.
Yuan Benxi opened his eyes in an instant, and looked deeply at the afterglow in the distant sky. The half-inch tongue emperor master opened his mouth, took a deep breath, as if he had borrowed a last breath from this world, and roared: "Take it away!" head!"
Song Keli's expression was painful, and he raised his knife and dropped it!
When the chief eunuch with a cold face and a bright red python robe walked leisurely to the steps of the pavilion, he saw the ill-fated young man sitting sluggishly on the ground with shocking tears of blood flowing from his eyes. He hugged the head tightly in his arms.
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Outside Tai'an City, the old man squinted his eyes at the majestic city and smiled, "I, Qi Lianhua, have high-mindedness and low-handedness in my life, and I have asked for many things. I want calligraphy to surpass the ancients, I want my family to prosper, I want the great Chu country to last forever, and I want the well-being of the people. , the result is nothing, empty-handed."
The old man clasped his hands together and breathed a sigh of relief, "The last request is very small. I just want to be an elder who can let me have a clear conscience."
It was on this day that an unknown old man went straight to the Qin Tianjian after entering Tai'an City.
Kill all Qintian supervisor Qimen and eight hundred guards.
The old lunatic didn't have any words from the beginning to the end. He only said a word to himself silently when he was dying, "Xiao Nian, don't forget what grandpa said to you. Remember to believe in yourself and believe in you Beiliang!"
The old man's words of leaving are exactly the opposite of Yuan Benxi's unintentional words.
"The world and the earth all work together!"