chun jie di xiao long
Tian Wujing Extra
Yao Zizhan's entire skull was buzzing at this moment, unable even to bother wiping the blood that had just splattered on his face, because he had heard those words, and a person immediately appeared in his mind;
He knew who the second figure appearing within the lotus pollen was!
Damn it!
The Qian Kingdom's Literary Saint cursed in his heart;
Wasn't it said that the Marquis of Pingxi was invited? Why did they bring one big and get one small as a bonus?
Although Master Yao had the reputation of being a clay idol, his right to know information was definitely in the top echelon of the entire Qian Kingdom, so he knew more about Tian Wujing than ordinary people or even ordinary Qian Kingdom ministers.
Not only was he a third-grade peak martial artist, but Tian Wujing was also skilled in magical arts!
Unlike the generally lackluster impression of the Qian Kingdom's army, the Qian Kingdom's Silver Armor Guards were definitely the most powerful spy agency in the entire East, and they completely crushed their counterparts in neighboring countries.
When the Yan Kingdom's army marched south to attack Qian, the Qian Kingdom's three border armies remained steadfast, and the various troops in the rear were sent off in batches as soon as they arrived;
However, the Silver Armor Guards had long informed the rear of the Yan Kingdom's movements. In the corner fighting in the shadows, the Silver Armor Guards even overshadowed the Secret Intelligence Division. It was just a pity that the Qian army's decline on the front battlefield was really not worthy of the Silver Armor Guards' highlights.
The Silver Armor Guards had long figured out the information about the Southern King of Great Yan. His martial artist realm need not be mentioned, but there was also a point that the Southern King's magical arts cultivation was immeasurable.
Earlier, the word "deep" was deliberately not added.
Moreover, the Yan people respected and feared the Southern King, but people of other countries were truly afraid of him.
Yao Zizhan was just a scholar, who didn't know martial arts or Qi refining. Suddenly, the Southern King of Great Yan appeared in front of him like this, and his whole person was a little frightened into facial paralysis.
This was different from when he was in Shengle City. Yao Zizhan could still sit at a table with the Jingnan King to have a meal and say a few words. Right now, they were drinking tea, having just invited the Marquis of Pingxi up the mountain. Everyone knew how much the Southern King of Great Yan valued the Marquis of Pingxi.
It was like you had just kicked a tiger cub,
And turned your head with a smile,
Only to find the tiger king standing behind you, watching you.
It was a kind of tingling sensation that went from the soles of your feet through your spinal cord and all the way to your head, a kind of fear that surpassed death.
Unlike Master Yao, who was purely frightened by the "name under the tree," Li Xundao "saw" more clearly at this moment. But precisely because he saw it clearly, he knew what this scene meant.
He reached out and wiped the corner of his mouth. Seeing Master Yao like this, he said;
"Tian Wujing didn't come."
Hearing this, Master Yao swallowed subconsciously and said:
"Then why did you vomit blood?"
Li Xundao smiled wryly and said:
"But whether he comes or not, there's actually no difference."
Everything today started with a casual stroke.
Li Xundao didn't know why the Marquis of Pingxi of Great Yan suddenly entered the door, at the same time, making himself incomparably bright and undisguised. He couldn't bear to give up this opportunity, so he forcibly "invited" him over;
Logically speaking, he should have been muddleheaded, and should have taken advantage of the situation to create a classic example of "heaven envying talent" that could not be explicitly stated in the official history.
But unfortunately, the Southern King of Great Yan had actually left an imprint in the heart of the Marquis of Pingxi.
The path of a Qi refiner, to put it nicely, is called going against the heavens, but to put it bluntly, it is wandering blindly in a miasma. Most of the time, the heavens are too lazy to even look at you, but as a result, you can confuse yourself and get trapped somewhere.
If he "invited" the Marquis of Pingxi here, the Marquis of Pingxi would almost be in this state, with his soul divided, and the person's sanity would inevitably be affected.
This was him actively helping the "Marquis of Pingxi" to travel through the void. The reason he did this was because he was sure that since he had invited him here, the man would not remember the way back.
What a pity, what a pity,
Early on,
It seemed that someone had foreseen this day and had already laid down this stroke.
Li Xundao knew that this was not simply and deliberately trying to trick him, but rather, to guard against people like him.
What kind of relationship was it that could make the Southern King of Great Yan care so much about a person, even giving arrangements and layouts for this step early on?
This was a lamp, allowing lost people to see and be enlightened at a critical moment.
It was also like a reprimand, awakening your numbness and chaos, a deafening roar.
"Someone pointing the way isn't necessarily really useful. As the saying goes, good words are hard to persuade a ghost who deserves to die," Li Xundao said.
"I don't believe it." Yao Zizhan finally remembered to wipe the bloodstains on his face at this moment, and at the same time said, "I guess, you don't believe it either."
"Heh."
Li Xundao nodded, acknowledging this sentence.
The two of them, one was a Literary Saint, and the other had just pacified the Southwest and was about to enter the樞密院 (Shumi Yuan, Privy Council), both being the smartest people in the world.
Therefore, they knew even better and understood that, not to mention the ancient times, among the people who made a name for themselves in the present world, which one was truly stupid?
Who would believe that the Marquis of Pingxi was a dull and foolish idiot?
Sure enough,
In the center of the pond,
When Zheng Fan recalled the scene of descending the Tianhu Mountain that day, when Tian Wujing's figure appeared, the Zheng Marquis' confusion seemed to immediately settle down.
He began to be fearless, and he began to have no fear. He began to be able to see clearly the light in front of him, the colors in front of him, and see clearly everything in front of him. Naturally, when you turn your head, you can see clearly the road you came from.
Zheng Fan didn't understand the rules of Qi refiners, but even a pig, when placed in a high position, could display a kind of pattern;
What's more, the Zheng Marquis was much stronger than a pig.
"Hehehe..."
The Zheng Marquis looked at Master Yao in front of him and smiled.
"Hehehe." Master Yao also smiled a little awkwardly.
...
"What are you laughing at?"
On the Wangjiang River, the Sword Saint watched Zheng Fan suddenly giggle in front of him, and his heart suddenly tightened.
Could it be,
That he had gone silly?
With great difficulty, a sudden assassination was resolved, but as a result, the Marquis of Pingxi wasn't killed, but had gone silly?
Turning his head to look at Kong Shanyang, who was kneeling on the ground and also acting crazy, the Sword Saint's palms were full of sweat.
But soon,
The Sword Saint discovered that the previous confusion in Zheng Fan's eyes had begun to fade away, replaced by the depth and... majesty that he showed when doing serious things in the past.
"Master Yao, what a coincidence."
Zheng Fan said.
"Master Yao?" The Sword Saint frowned slightly, and then understood a little, "Yao Zizhan? The Qian Kingdom... Back Mountain!"
...
"Greetings, Marquis of Pingxi."
Yao Zizhan got up and saluted Zheng Fan.
And Zheng Fan, standing in the center of the pond, focused his gaze on the white-纱 (sha, gauze) clothed man opposite Yao Zizhan.
"Did you bring me here?"
Zheng Fan knew what kind of character Master Yao was, but he also knew Master Yao's abilities.
Why was Yao Zizhan able to travel to various countries without much danger? Because he was a man of high literary fame, but in reality, he was not feared by the rulers of other countries.
Roughly translated, killing him would damage their reputation and dirty their hands, and killing him wouldn't be of any value, so he could keep jumping around.
Yao Zizhan said, "Xundao and I were drinking tea, discussing the heroes of the world. It just so happened that we were talking about you, Marquis Zheng, and we thought of inviting you to come and taste tea together."
Hearing this, Zheng Fan nodded, took a step, gradually walked to the edge of the pond, and finally, walked out of the pond and came to the tea table.
He was a shadow, without substance, similar to the state of the magic pill leaving the stone, no, even thinner and purer.
Zheng Fan lowered his head and made eye contact with Li Xundao, who was sitting there.
"I am Li Xundao, greetings to the Marquis of Pingxi of Yan."
Li Xundao saluted Zheng Fan.
Such elegant figures would never be lacking in etiquette;
Even if they knew they had lost, and lost miserably, not only wasting their own cultivation, but also making the white lotus left by their master wither without value;
But this decency and composure still had to be maintained.
"Li Xundao? Oh, I know you. Last time I heard about you, it seemed you went to pacify the chaos in the Southwest?"
"I make the Marquis laugh. The chaos in the Southwest of my Great Qian has been pacified again. The various indigenous chieftains of the Southwest have once again submitted to my Great Qian Dynasty and will continue to be used by us."
"Oh? Pacified?"
"Yes."
"Just pacified?"
"Yes."
"Counting the days, it's been almost a year, right?"
"Yes."
"But it's just some aborigines, some native soldiers, and a complete mess. It actually took a year to pacify them. Alas, as expected of the Qian Kingdom."
When saying this, the Zheng Marquis had an extremely clear look of contempt on his face.
He had dug a hole earlier. You thought he was saying it was really fast, but in reality, he wanted to express, how could it be so slow?
But they couldn't refute it.
What you pacified were the indigenous chieftains of the Southwest, while he pacified the various tribes of the Snow Plains.
Which was more difficult to deal with, the Snow Plains or the semi-sinicized natives? Li Xundao wasn't the kind of person who deliberately reversed black and white for the sake of face.
"Master Yao."
"Hmm?"
"You Qian people are really interesting." Zheng Fan straightened his body and shook his head. "Can't you do something serious? Why do you like to hide behind the scenes and play these tricks?"
This was clear contempt.
Yao Zizhan said, "What if it really succeeds?"
"Look, this is the biggest problem with you Qian people. Even the Prime Minister of Great Qian has this kind of thinking, which is enough to show how decadent the lifeblood of this country has become."
"The Marquis is exaggerating," Li Xundao said. "A scholar who has been away for three days must be looked at with new eyes. Today's Qian Kingdom is no longer the Qian Kingdom of the past, and the Qian Kingdom of the future will no longer be the Qian Kingdom of today."
"It's useless, it's useless. If you people don't die, no matter how many skins it changes, that Qian Kingdom will still be that Qian Kingdom."
Was the Zheng Marquis angry?
The Zheng Marquis was certainly angry.
Out of nowhere, he encountered an assassination on the Wangjiang River, and just as that storm had calmed down, he suddenly saw the scenery of "Back Mountain."
What's going on?
Did they really think Zheng Fan was a soft persimmon that anyone could come up and squeeze?
The Zheng Marquis, who had always cherished his life, encountered a life-and-death crisis twice in one day. How could he not be angry?
When angry, he couldn't hold it in, he had to vent it.
This was the Zheng Marquis' creed.
There was nothing that could embarrass them more or make him feel more relieved than to criticize the country they were fighting for in front of their faces.
"The Qian Kingdom is still that Qian Kingdom, and the Yan Kingdom is still that Yan Kingdom. Now that the late Emperor is gone, do you think you can breathe a sigh of relief?
This isn't leaking secrets, because soon, you yourselves will know that the new Emperor is actually another late Emperor, a younger Yan Emperor.
Wait slowly,
Wait patiently."
Zheng Fan turned around,
He had finished speaking,
He had to leave.
In the center of the pond, there was still a shadow left, that was Old Tian's.
Old Tian didn't come, because Old Tian had left;
Old Tian came, because he had always been there.
Turning his back and walking towards the center of the pond.
Li Xundao didn't stop him, because he simply couldn't stop him.
He had paid a great price to "invite" Zheng Fan here, but if Zheng Fan wanted to leave, he could leave after clarifying the way "down the mountain."
Traveling through the void was like a dream. The division of the soul was just a saying. Could you block a person from waking up from a dream from thousands of miles away?
This was obviously unrealistic.
The payout didn't seem to be proportional.
But it was like a pile of building blocks. You spent half a year carefully building a work, but someone else, with one finger, could overturn it in an instant.
The scene inside the door was like this.
The Zheng Marquis, who was walking towards the center of the pond, reached out his hand,
Waved it,
And said:
"I was fortunate enough to see the prosperity of Shangjing City back then, and I was also impressed and amazed by the demeanor of the Qian Kingdom's officials;
Tell your officials,
One day,
I, Zheng Fan, will definitely visit again and have a good chat!"
Li Xundao said, "My Great Qian is waiting."
"Hahaha, your Qian Kingdom is already very fat, there's really no need to slap yourself in the face again.
In addition,
Today I, Zheng Fan, have come to this mountain,
And here I swear,
In this life, I will definitely flatten this Back Mountain to vent the feelings of being invited to be a guest today!"
After saying that,
The Zheng Marquis walked to the center of the pond,
His figure,
Completely dissipated.
...
"Zheng Fan, Zheng Fan?"
"Huff..."
Zheng Fan's vision began to refocus, and he saw the Sword Saint standing in front of him.
At this moment,
The Zheng Marquis no longer had the arrogant demeanor he had when mocking Yao Zizhan and Li Xundao in "Back Mountain." Instead, he stretched out his hands and directly hugged Yu Huaping.
"Damn it, damn it, screw his ancestors, damn it!"
At this moment,
Only a series of swear words could vent his emotions.
The Sword Saint was hugged tightly,
But didn't break free.
He could feel the genuine fear in the heart of this Great Yan Marquis in front of him.
After a long while,
The Zheng Marquis finally let go, but there was no embarrassment on his face.
In front of Yu Huaping, he was never afraid of showing his timidity, and he never concealed his weakness at times.
"What exactly happened to you just now?"
Taking a few deep breaths,
Zheng Fan gritted his teeth,
And said:
"It was like my soul was hooked to Back Mountain, and I almost couldn't come back."
"I don't understand," the Sword Saint said, "But I can tell that you almost ended up like him."
The Sword Saint pointed to Kong Shanyang, who was still acting crazy over there.
The Zheng Marquis nodded,
And said;
"Old Yu, this time was really too dangerous."
"It won't be like this again next time."
"What about the time after next time?"
"It won't be like that the time after next time either."
"What about the time after the time after next time?"
The Sword Saint looked at Zheng Fan and didn't speak.
Zheng Fan laughed "hehehe," wanting to get up, but found that his body was a little stiff.
The Sword Saint bent over and carried Zheng Fan on his back.
Immediately,
The Sword Saint pointed to the woman on the ground.
Zheng Fan said:
"Kill her."
"Okay."
Longyuan drew his sword and pierced the woman's neck. The woman died.
After experiencing the "Back Mountain" incident, the Zheng Marquis was too lazy to bother with anything else. He would let his three sons live or die on their own, of course, he would inform the Blind Man and the Secret Intelligence Division to be responsible for hunting them down.
Whether they could escape "cutting the grass and eliminating the roots" depended on their creation.
As for whether it would cultivate a "protagonist revenge template," the Zheng Marquis was really too lazy to care at this moment.
The Sword Saint pointed to Kong Shanyang again and said;
"He's really gone mad."
"Hmm."
If he had really gone mad, leaving him alive would be equivalent to making him suffer alive. As soon as he fell asleep, he would be impacted by hundreds of thousands of resentful thoughts. This taste was definitely not something that ordinary people could endure.
"Earlier, many auras came from the direction of Yingdu," the Sword Saint said.
"After returning, send an official letter to Xu Wenzu and ask him to help investigate. He will give me an explanation."
Then, it would be alright.
The two men's warhorses had long fallen into the ice hole.
At this time,
The Sword Saint, with his left hand holding his sword and his right hand supporting Zheng Fan, carried Zheng Fan on his back and walked towards the opposite bank of the river, searching for ice surfaces that hadn't been destroyed.
"Old Yu, after we cross the river, find a哨骑 (shao qi, sentry rider) and call some people to protect the road ahead."
"Scared?"
"Yeah," Zheng Fan admitted.
"I know."
"Hmm."
"You've suffered this time."
"I told you there would be a time after the time after the time after next time, it's alright."
The Sword Saint was too lazy to bother with how many "times after" there were, because there was no need to bother in the first place. It seemed that if he wanted to, he could always make him accompany him.
The Sword Saint carried the Marquis of Pingxi on his back,
And had just crossed the river,
When large snowflakes began to fall from the sky.
"It's really fitting," the Zheng Marquis, lying on the Sword Saint's back, sighed.
The Sword Saint didn't speak. He wasn't good at expressing emotions through scenery.
The Zheng Marquis then continued to say:
"Old Yu, I'm sleepy, I'll sleep for a while."
"Sleep."
The Sword Saint continued to carry the Marquis of Pingxi, and the Marquis of Pingxi fell asleep on his back.
The Zheng Marquis had a dream,
In the dream,
He went up the mountain once again, and down the mountain once again;
After going down the mountain, he turned back and went up the mountain again.
Just so that he could take himself for another walk.
"Brother."
The Sword Saint heard the murmuring of the person on his back in his dream.
Looking at the increasingly heavy snow around him,
He couldn't help but remember back then,
Also in a winter,
He carried his feverish younger brother to find a doctor.
His younger brother was also like this, leaning on his back in a daze, calling "Brother."
At this moment,
The wind from Jin Province, wrapped in snow, began to blow over.
Longyuan was unsheathed from his hand,
Emitting a faint sword qi, which happened to be able to help the person on his back block the wind and snow.
The Sword Saint supported his back, making him sleep more comfortably. His steps didn't stop, and he continued to move forward.
The Sword Saint shook his head,
And sighed in his heart:
My younger brother is gone;
Your brother is also gone.
At this moment,
Between the vast heaven and earth,
It seems that only us brothers are left.
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I got too excited writing yesterday, and watching the comments felt like being drunk.
Which led to mental exhaustion today. There's still one chapter, but it'll be late. Everyone can read it when you wake up in the morning.