Chapter 1 Li Long Spear

The Li Long spear had been wielded for a long time, and although it had been at a disadvantage against Long Yuan, it was still facing the Sword Saint of the era, and it was enough to be proud to be able to hold on.

The sword cultivator could be the head of the hundred schools of thought in the martial world, which was proven by years and history.

It wasn't impossible to change, after all, it wasn't a rigid law. The key was still the person, for example, the Jingnan King could do it back then.

It was a pity that Wei You wasn't Tian Wujing, and even more unfortunately, the real general trend was on the side of the Sword Saint.

Already stronger than others,

And you can suppress them by a realm,

This assassination was a gamble from the beginning, seeking to be unexpected.

And when things were forcibly brought back on track, everything became logical.

After opening the Second Grade realm,

The Sword Saint's first sword pointed directly at Wei You.

Lao Yu had a wife and children enjoying a warm bed these past few years, and his temperament had become much calmer, but today, he was really provoked to great anger. He couldn't bear it, and couldn't bear it!

"Buzz!"

A terrifying aura pressed over, but Wei You wasn't surprised or angry, but smiled.

At this time, the general trend was gone, and there was nothing to gain or lose. Moreover, as a member of the martial world, it was impossible to reach today's realm without a heart that yearned for martial arts.

Therefore, facing this sword, he only had appreciation, and he experienced it with a very enjoyable state of mind.

"Bang!"

The Li Long spear blocked the sword.

The sword was fast, and the sword was strong, but Wei You still blocked it.

Immediately,

He began to vomit blood, and his skin began to crack, and blood began to overflow from everywhere.

The Sword Saint's eyes sank slightly,

Said:

"You should have abandoned your spear."

Weapons are ultimately controlled by people.

Previously, the most sensible approach should have been to use the weapon to resist the tyrannical sword energy on Long Yuan, and then discard it. However, Wei You held onto the spear tightly, solidly bearing the power of this sword with his body!

Back then, when the Sword Saint hadn't opened the Second Grade, when he fought against Tian Wujing, Tian Wujing discarded the Kunwu sword when he needed to, and took some injuries when he needed to, but sought to avoid what he had to avoid.

That's how fighting was cost-effective.

Wei You was very strong, but how did he compare to Tian Wujing back then?

Naturally, he couldn't compare, but he didn't throw his spear away.

On the surface, he looked very embarrassed, but internally, he must have suffered even greater damage. His qi and blood also began to dissipate, and his meridians were breaking everywhere. After taking this sword in the most foolish way, he was basically half crippled!

Faced with the Sword Saint's doubts,

Wei You braced himself and waved the spear in his hand again, posing for the next enemy, and smiled:

"If the spear isn't in my hand, it means I've lost. If the spear is in my hand, it means I haven't lost. Being defeated by the Sword Saint with one sword would sound too bad. At the very least, I have to rub off another sword!"

When the Sword Saint opened the Second Grade, Wei You, who had been weakened for so long, knew that he was done for.

In that case, it's better to seek a quick death, oh no, an even quicker one.

The Sword Saint shook his head and said:

"If it were before, I might have admired you."

Wei You asked;

"What about now?"

The Sword Saint shook his head again,

Said;

"It's boring."

Once, he, Yu Heping, was also a member of the martial world.

Of the so-called Four Great Sword Cultivators, Li Liangshen was in the army, the sword maker was in the nobility, and the sister of Baili Jian was already a Silver Armor Guard;

Only he, Yu Heping, was a pure member of the martial world.

But today, he didn't want to cheer for this kind of martial spirit.

In terms of move selection, after the battle with Tian Wujing, he no longer agreed with Wei You's approach.

In terms of behavior, you are happy, but if you really kill this Marquis of Pingxi today, the peaceful days of hundreds of thousands of people in Jindong for just over a year will immediately become a bubble. When the great chaos starts again, the land of the Three Jin will once again suffer the disaster of war.

Beneath this Wangjiang River, what's buried isn't just the corpses of warriors, but also the countless two-legged sheep that have been eaten clean.

Back then, Tian Wujing said to himself that he looked down on the martial world, that the martial world couldn't be brought to the table.

The Sword Saint didn't want to say it today, because he really felt that way in his heart.

"I've disappointed you."

Wei You said,

"But it can also be considered dying in the right place."

"No, you're wrong."

"Wrong?"

"Dying here doesn't count as dying in the right place." The Sword Saint raised his finger again, and Long Yuan gathered power again. The second sword was about to strike.

"There are too many places to die in the right place. When the barbarians came in, you could have assassinated the barbarian king; when the Chu people treated my Jin people as two-legged sheep, you could have assassinated Qu Zhuguo;

"Even when the Yan people captured Litian City and slaughtered the Wenren family, you could have assassinated Tian Wujing.

"There are so many places to die in the right place, but you didn't go to die. Today, you say you died in the right place?

"I don't want to lecture you, but I've also learned some bad habits in the past few years, and this mouth has become a bit mean.

"You say you are the magnificent spirit of the martial world,

"Right,

"Perhaps,

"But in my opinion,

"It's just that you gave birth to a few children and felt that life was extremely boring, so you wanted to find something to do to relieve your boredom."

"I…"

The Sword Saint shook his head for the third time,

Interrupting Wei You's words,

Said:

"Forget it,

"I won't say it anymore,

"Die!"

Long Yuan's second sword pierced down;

Wei You subconsciously wanted to resist, but his body had been damaged to the point where he could no longer use the true power of the Li Long spear.

The spear was still in his hand, but the sword had already pierced through his chest.

Long Yuan didn't kill people with blood. After spinning around in the air, it flew back to the Sword Saint again.

Before Wei You died, he used the spear to prop up his body, keeping himself in a standing position.

"Heh."

Long Yuan flew out again, but this time it was no longer a killing move, but gently touched the spear.

The spear fell,

And the person also fell on the ice.

"Those who practice the sword cannot develop magnanimity."

"No!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The woman ran madly towards here.

She witnessed her husband being killed and screamed.

On the other side, Marquis Zheng, who had surfaced, reached out and wiped the water droplets from his face, laughing.

The father and son were laughing together.

Mo Wan naturally saw the woman's pain, and he laughed.

Marquis Zheng saw the Sword Saint's last third sword, that petty performance, which was very pleasing.

The Sword Saint turned to look at Kong Shanyang, who was kneeling on the ground and was already crazy.

He didn't draw his sword on him because he was already crazy.

Immediately,

The Sword Saint stepped back,

Just in time to block the woman's path as she ran over. The woman was now completely out of her mind, and she was almost defenseless against the Sword Saint's attack.

"Bang!"

The woman was overturned to the ground. At this time, the qi and blood that she had stimulated earlier also began to dissipate.

At this time,

Zheng Fan said:

"Spare her."

Long Yuan stopped, and in just a moment, it would have pierced into the woman's body.

The Sword Saint turned to look at Zheng Fan,

Said:

"You want to, cut the grass and eliminate the roots?"

The woman who had fallen to the ground suddenly struggled, but she was blocked by the scabbard and couldn't get up.

She was already almost crippled, but she still had three children.

Although there were rumors outside that the Marquis of Pingxi of Great Yan liked other people's wives, the Sword Saint, as a neighbor who almost wanted to tear down the walls and live in the same courtyard, knew that this Marquis of Pingxi only liked beautiful ones.

The style of the martial world was to cut the grass and eliminate the roots. Revenge had to be taken to the point of exterminating the entire family.

As the saying goes, fists are afraid of the young and strong. After martial artists get old, their qi and blood will also decline, and maybe people will come to their door to take revenge.

And the people in the imperial court often do things more absolutely.

"Heh, you're looking down on people, aren't you? You say that their parents are gone, how will the three children live? Alright, I'm kind-hearted, I'll adopt the three children after I find them, and when they grow up, they'll be my personal guards. This can be considered doing good deeds."

Didn't you two want to kill me?

Alright,

Then I'll let your children become my future guards, protecting my safety.

If others said this, the Sword Saint might not believe it, but if Zheng Fan said it, the Sword Saint really thought he would do it. First, this was really too insulting, and second, in the Pingxi Marquis's mansion, not to mention the sword maid who had killed her master, the chief steward Xiao Yibo actually had the仇 of killing his father.

The Pingxi Marquis's mansion took in people without any reservations.

"Furthermore, you say that they had a martial arts intention to come and kill me. Should I just believe it because they say so? I have to investigate it carefully. If someone is instigating it behind the scenes, I have to peel off a layer of his skin!"

After saying this,

Marquis Zheng began to gasp for air.

It was a small problem that his body felt cold after being soaked in the icy water for a long time. The key was that the joints in his arms and legs were so sore that it was really tormenting, and the tearing of the sides of his mouth also involved the wound when he spoke.

Thinking of this, Marquis Zheng became angry. I can understand you dislocating my joints, but did you have to laugh so hard that you tore my father's mouth open to be satisfied?

At this time, Zheng Fan pointed to a red stone that had fallen on the ice in the distance,

And said to the Sword Saint:

"Excuse me."

The Sword Saint reached out, and the red stone was sucked over, and then thrown beside Marquis Zheng.

"Come on, son, go back to your nest to rest. When you're on your dad, my body can't warm up."

Being possessed by a ghost will definitely make you shiver.

Fortunately, Marquis Zheng was now a Fifth-Rank martial artist, and this martial artist's physique could support his son's creation. In the past, every time Mo Wan possessed him, Marquis Zheng would have to be paralyzed in bed for a while.

However,

Just then,

The incense burner that had been left in the crack of the ice and was now broken suddenly emitted light.

Corresponding to the appearance of this light,

Was Zheng Fan's feeling,

And Mo Wan's sharp roar at this time.

"What's wrong?"

The Sword Saint quickly captured the qi energy. He didn't understand the rules of qi refiners, but he still chose to take action immediately. He directly smashed the glowing incense burner to pieces with a sword.

But at this time,

Marquis Zheng began to pant, his eyes looking forward, but his eyes were a little dazed, no, not dazed, but as if he were looking into the distance.

"It's too late... it's already too late..."

Kong Shanyang, who had already gone mad, raised his hands at this time,

And murmured:

"Enter this gate... cultivate this path... see this scene... cherish your body..."

"Did you do it?"

Soon, the Sword Saint realized that it had nothing to do with Kong Shanyang, because he was completely crazy.

The person who was playing tricks wasn't here.

Kong Shanyang raised his hands,

And shouted:

"Master... Master..."

…

Qian Kingdom, back mountain.

Ten days ago, Mr. Xun Dao returned from the southwest, and the official family led hundreds of officials to personally greet him out of the palace.

The Southwest Rebellion has been quelled.

Only a very few people in the Qian Kingdom knew that Li Xundao was the orphan of the刺面相公(Ci Mian Xiang Gong/Prime Minister with Tattooed Face) back then, and was adopted by Master Cang in the back mountain and inherited the Dao lineage.

As the Qian people became increasingly strained in the border wars, and the main force of the Western Army began to be continuously transferred to the border five years ago, signs of rebellion began to appear in the southwest.

Back then, it was the Prime Minister with Tattooed Face who led the Zhong Wendao and Zhong Wenmian brothers and other famous Qian generals to quell the southwest and establish the Western Army. Now, the Southwest Rebellion was once again quelled by his descendants.

Moreover, as the Yan army went south and fought all the way to Shangjing City back then, the Qian Emperor took the opportunity to seize power and cleaned up a group of old prime ministers who had "功高震主(gong gao zhen zhu/meritorious deeds overshadowing the lord)". This included Prime Minister Han, who presided over the prison killing of the Prime Minister with Tattooed Face back then.

The Qian people, who had been beaten painfully, finally understood a truth: if military affairs are not good and military preparations are not cultivated, the country will really not be a country.

The Yan barbarians were fine. Anyway, since hundreds of years ago, everyone knew in their hearts that the Yan barbarians were not easy to provoke. Now, even the Chu slaves dared to bully them.

Therefore, from the imperial court to the common people, the Qian people longed for another Prime Minister with Tattooed Face to appear.

The official family was about to issue an edict to allow Li Xundao to enter the樞密院(Shu Mi Yuan/Privy Council), and this was no longer a secret in Shangjing City.

Li Xundao didn't refuse. He came down the mountain to become an official, but he asked the official family for leave to return to the back mountain to recuperate for a month.

Anyway, the southeast side and the Chu people had already ceased fighting and made peace, so the war wasn't strained.

Therefore,

The current Li Xundao, dressed in a white gauze robe, was sitting by a small pond, brewing tea. Sitting in front of him was Yao Zi Zhan, the number one literary figure in the Great Qian.

Master Yao was a wonderful person. Everyone wanted to befriend him, and the reason they wanted to befriend him was that Master Yao only befriended big shots.

In earlier years,

The patriarch of the Helian family and Master Yao were once close friends, the patriarch of the Wenren family was Master Yao's confidant, and even the Regent of Great Chu was extremely fond of Master Yao's poetry;

In recent years, Master Yao had eaten with the Jingnan King of Great Yan and had taught in Shengle City, where Zheng Houye was located, for a period of time, educating children.

When it came to befriending heroes from all over the world, Master Yao claimed to be second, and no one dared to claim to be first.

Now, Li Xundao was at the height of his fame and would soon enter the枢密院(Shu Mi Yuan/Privy Council) to become a military and political big shot in the Great Qian court, so it was no surprise that Master Yao appeared here to drink tea with him.

The world thought that being able to burn a cold stove was the real skill, but being able to burn all the hot stoves was actually even more difficult. He, Yao Zizhan, was a master at burning hot stoves.

As for cold stoves, hey, he really didn't have the leisure to do that. Besides, with the ability to burn hot stoves, who would bother to search for those cold stoves in the nooks and crannies?

Now, after Master Yao retired from the position of都督(Du Du/Military Governor) of the three borders, he directly entered the central government with this resume of border towns. Now, people called him Prime Minister Yao.

"Is Master Yao doing well now?" Li Xundao asked.

"You know what kind of person I am. My poems and songs are excellent, and I have the confidence to say that. As for the others, military and political affairs, alas, I'm getting old, and I really can't handle the burden of official duties.

"Besides, the official family finally took advantage of the Yan army's southward invasion back then to launch an attack and clear the court in one fell swoop, taking all the power into his own hands;

"How could the official family not know what kind of person I am when they pushed me into the central government?

"I'm also sensible.

"I respond to whatever the official family says. Anyway, the official family is wise and I'm confused, so it's pretty good. At least things can be done more diligently.

"My reputation is already enough,

"So I have to go to those red-light districts from time to time to defile myself;

"Therefore, there's really no need to deliberately clash with the official family over trivial matters like those old prime ministers did in the past to seek the integrity of civil officials, nor would they stare at the official family's concubine selection and the construction of a small garden and point at the official family's nose and scold them for 民脂民膏(min zhi min gao/people's fat and people's膏, the people's hard-earned money) to gain a reputation for being upright."

"It does have the demeanor of Zhao Jiulang, the prime minister of the Yan Kingdom."

After Yao Zizhan became prime minister, people in the court and the public quickly discussed that he was a paper prime minister, while Zhao Jiulang in the Yan Kingdom was submissive to the Yan Emperor and had the nickname of a clay prime minister.

"Haha, thank you for your kind words. I'm also happy that I can turn my Great Qian into the same atmosphere as his Yan Kingdom."

"He's dead," Li Xundao said.

"Um... I know."

"Master Yao, drink tea."

"Okay, drink tea."

The two began to drink tea.

After a while,

Master Yao put down his teacup,

Looked at Li Xundao,

And asked:

"Are you really not hating in your heart?"

These were诛心之言(zhu xin zhi yan/words that pierce the heart).

His father served the country and the people, and for the country's sake, he ended up being imprisoned to death;

Now, he was also about to enter the枢密院(Shu Mi Yuan/Privy Council).

Really, could he not hate?

Although, thunder, rain, and dew were all the grace of the emperor, but as a human being, as a son...

Could it be that this cultivation in the back mountain could really erase human伦理之情(lun li zhi qing/ethical emotions)?

Li Xundao looked at Master Yao and was about to answer, but at this moment, he suddenly turned his gaze to the white lotus in the pond.

Then,

Closed his eyes.

Yao Zizhan also looked at the white lotus, then looked at Li Xundao, and silently, holding his cup, continued to drink tea.

After a while,

Li Xundao still had his eyes closed, but he raised his hand,

Said;

"I saw a person."

Yao Zizhan asked;

"Oh? Who?"

"Master Yao might not believe it if I say it. That location should be in Jindong. I heard waves of Marquis's victory sounds."

Jindong,

Marquis...

Yao Zizhan immediately said, "The Marquis of Pingxi of his Yan Kingdom?"

"I think it should be."

Thanks to the Yan Kingdom's stinginess with titles for those with different surnames, it was really easy to guess.

"How could you see him?"

Master Yao didn't understand the methods of qi refiners at all. He only knew that they were mysterious and seemingly useless, but in reality, they seemed to be a little useful sometimes, um, a little bit of use.

"I don't know, but I just saw him. What my qi refiners emphasize is entering this gate and seeing this scene. Therefore, outsiders either see my qi refiners as仙风道骨(xian feng dao gu/having the demeanor of an immortal)谪仙人(zhe xian ren/celestial beings banished to the mortal world), or, like Master Yao, think that we are装神弄鬼(zhuang shen nong gui/pretending to be gods and playing tricks)."

"Hehe, how could I, how could I." Yao Zizhan smiled sheepishly.

"But I really saw him. Inside the gate, there are all kinds of things, and if the inside of the gate is compared to the black night, then at this time, he is like a grand bonfire in the black night.

"A異象(yi xiang/strange phenomenon) descending from the sky and a star falling to the earth are almost the same scene."

"Oh?"

Yao Zizhan became interested.

Li Xundao didn't lie to Yao Zizhan. He really saw Zheng Houye.

Qi refiners are known for observing celestial phenomena and seeking qi energy.

At this time,

Zheng Houye was using Mo Wan's power to trigger the resentment of hundreds of thousands of soldiers who died in battle at the bottom of the Wangjiang River to break through the restriction jointly set by Kong Shanyang and many qi refiners in Jin.

Such a movement, for qi refiners, was like an earthquake in the eyes of mortals!

Qi refiners can sense星陨(xing yun/falling stars) and 天灾(tian zai/natural disasters), and Zheng Houye was this kind of "light" at the moment.

Zheng Fan didn't know that this would happen. He wasn't even considered a qi refiner, and he didn't understand the mysteries inside. Moreover, he didn't know what this meant.

Mo Wan didn't care. His mind was only filled with how to make the woman who had刺痛(ci tong/pricked) him suffer. He didn't care about anything else.

Therefore,

The great commotion caused by the father and son in Wangjiang was felt by almost all the superior fangwai (those beyond the secular world) people in the East.

What Li Xundao said about the bonfire in the dark night was this meaning.

After Master Cang entered Yanjing back then and beheaded the dragon vein, he died, and the only white lotus that Baili Jian brought back was raised in the center of this pond.

With this white lotus,

Plus Li Xundao's own qi refiner cultivation,

It wasn't surprising to see "Zheng Houye", and he could see it more clearly than others.

"What is he doing?" Yao Zizhan tentatively asked.

Li Xundao shook his head and said, "Master Yao, I can't know this. How about I invite him up the mountain to ask?"

"Um?"

Yao Zizhan was stunned,

Said:

"Can you invite him?"

"He's now inside the gate, and he's very eye-catching and easy to find."

Yao Zizhan couldn't help but lick his lips,

Asked;

"Can you really invite him?"

Li Xundao, who had his eyes closed, pointed to the white lotus in the center of the pond,

Said;

"At the risk of withering the white lotus left by my master and offering my qi refiner cultivation, I can almost invite him."

"Heh... heh..."

Master Yao was a little unable to understand and could only give a polite and awkward smile.

"Master Yao doesn't believe it?"

"It's not that I don't believe it, but if you can really do this, wouldn't you be able to take the head of the enemy's general in front of the army? Can you curse the death of another country's ruler from thousands of miles away?"

The Master doesn't speak of strange powers, chaos, and gods.

Master Yao was a scholar who read the books of sages, and Li Xundao's words were equivalent to asking him to believe that扎纸人(zha zhi ren/paper effigies) could really curse the important figures of the enemy country to death.

If it was true, that would be great.

The population of the Qian Kingdom was the largest of the four great kingdoms;

The Qian people couldn't win on the battlefield. It was okay. Wouldn't it be great to collectively扎纸人(zha zhi ren/paper effigies) and curse the ruler of the other side to death?

In the future, whoever dared to attack the Qian Kingdom would be prepared to be cursed to death. Wouldn't that be invincible and truly bring peace to the country?

Li Xundao smiled and shook his head,

Said:

"Master Yao, I swear in the name of my father that I didn't lie to Master Yao."

The smile on Yao Zizhan's face disappeared,

Immediately,

A burst of ecstasy emerged,

Earlier, he thought it was absurd, but now, he was directly hooked!

He hurriedly said:

"Really?"

"Really, he's now inside the gate, and he's very bright and hasn't set up any barriers or arrangements. Although I don't know why, I can really try to invite him now.

"The price is a white lotus and my cultivation."

To give an analogy,

The Zheng Houye father and son were like running naked in the dark night with torches, unaware of the fact that countless eyes of other qi refiners were in the darkness around them.

However, there were very few people who could reach out to help him.

Those who had the ability to reach out would also pay an extremely huge price, almost a one-for-one exchange, or even a greater price.

And Li Xundao could do it;

The price was that he would become an ordinary person from then on, and at the same time, the last legacy left by Master Cang would be consumed.

Of course, it was impossible for others to have this treatment. First, it was rare to find qi refiners who could create such a big commotion and light a torch;

And after completing the former, it was even rarer to find those who didn't set up any obstacles or concealment and generously revealed themselves.

Therefore, there was no saying that qi refiners could take the head of a general from the midst of the army.

If he had known this earlier, how could Zheng Houye, who had always been cautious, have allowed himself to be so reckless?

Yao Zizhan hesitated:

"Go and ask for instructions?"

Should I ask the official family about this?

"It's too late," Li Xundao replied.

This was a true opportunity that would not come again.

"The official family once said that if he had known that the Yan envoy who came to see him in the palace back then could develop to this point, he would have...""

"Would have what?"

"Would have forced him to stay in Shangjing and marry a princess to him!"

Zheng Fan, who was still a garrison officer back then, was sent by Li Fusheng into Shangjing City, which was besieged by the Yan army, and saw the Qian official family. He had also ridiculed the official family for not knowing the military.

Now, Zheng Fan was the Marquis of Pingxi of Great Yan. Which of Great Yan's foreign wars had he not participated in these past few years, and each time he had played a key role?

Some people with good intentions once ranked the Four Great Generals, but now, they no longer mention this saying. It retreated faster than the Four Great Swordsmen back then, because apart from Nian Yao, who had beaten the Qian people in the southeast region again, the others couldn't be compared with the Marquis of Pingxi at all.

Such a talented person, what was it to marry a princess to him?

But the subtext of this sentence was,

Back then was back then,

Now,

He wished he could die.

The enemy's hero is our thief.

Great Yan, one Tian Wujing was enough to make the Qian Kingdom shudder. If there was a Marquis of Pingxi who could grow up and take over in the future, wouldn't that mean that the Qian people would be suppressed for another thirty years?

"I know."

Li Xundao got the answer.

"Are you willing yourself?" Yao Zizhan asked.

"Actually, this trip back to the back mountain was originally to abandon my cultivation. Since I'm going to become an official and enter the樞密院(Shu Mi Yuan/Privy Council), how could I go there as a qi refiner?

"The imperial court is not a place for gods and ghosts to talk about. It's impossible for my Great Qian court to have a foothold for a wizard."

"Is it worth it?"

"It's worth it. No matter how much this qi refiner cultivation is used to推算(tui suan/deduce) the country's fate, it can't save Great Qian."

"Alas." Yao Zizhan sighed.

"Anyway, it's something that's going to be abandoned. As for my master, I think that my master didn't hesitate to sacrifice himself to go to Yanjing back then. Today, if this white lotus is disposed of like this, my master will definitely agree."

"What will be the consequences of calling him up the mountain?"

"If he can't get down, it's like a person losing his mind. Didn't Master Yao also write strange novels to awaken the world to do good?

"I remember that in one of Master Yao's stories, he talked about a person who did too much evil and lost his soul."

"I wrote that blindly."

"The logic is that logic, but you have to be quick, or you'll run out of time."

Yao Zizhan unconsciously rubbed his hands,

Said:

"Actually, I'm also a close friend of the Marquis of Pingxi of his Yan Kingdom. I haven't seen him for a long time, and I miss him very much.

"Why don't you try to invite him up and I'll catch up with him?"

"Good."

Li Xundao began to掐印(qia yin/form hand seals),

Immediately,

His left hand pointed to the white lotus in the pond,

And his right hand pointed to the center of his eyebrows,

The white lotus began to wither at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the charm on Li Xundao's body was also rapidly dissipating.

Yao Zizhan picked up the empty teacup, took a sip, and licked his lips.

Today, he had the honor of witnessing a miracle.

For a time, he felt an uncontrollable urge to write poetry.

What kind of poem should I write?

《忆再逢吾友郑侯故作此诗》(Yi Zai Feng Wu You Zheng Hou Gu Zuo Ci Shi/Remembering the Occasion of Meeting My Friend Zheng Hou Again, I Deliberately Composed This Poem)?

Suddenly,

The white lotus completely withered, turned into dust, and fluttered up,

Li Xundao seemed to have aged seven or eight years in an instant,

But he suddenly opened his eyes,

Waved his hand,

And shouted:

"Li Xundao of the back mountain invites Marquis Pingxi of the Yan Kingdom to come up the mountain!"

…

On the surface of the Wangjiang River,

The Sword Saint looked anxiously at Zheng Fan, who was sitting in front of him. At this time, Zheng Fan was waving his hands and shouting, but he didn't get any response. His eyes were always open.

If there were enemies here causing trouble, Yu Heping would have slashed them with his sword long ago, but the problem was that there were no enemies around at the moment.

This made the Sword Saint a little tormented. Was he having a mental breakdown?

And Kong Shanyang, who had been confirmed to be crazy, continued to shout "Master, Master". He was crazy, but he sensed his master's aura, which was the aura of the white lotus.

"Where... is this?"

Zheng Fan suddenly spoke.

"Zheng Fan, Zheng Fan?"

The Sword Saint shouted immediately, but didn't get a response.

…

"This, is the back mountain."

In the dust of the withering white lotus, a figure appeared. Who else could it be but Zheng Houye?

Yao Zizhan opened his eyes wide and looked at this scene. If he didn't know who Li Xundao was, if he hadn't just returned to the court after quelling the土司(tu si/chieftain) rebellion in the southwest, he would have really thought that someone was using tricks to pretend to be a god in front of him.

But at this moment, he believed that it was true!

"The back mountain?" The shadow in the dust was a little puzzled.

"Yes, the back mountain of the Qian Kingdom. Marquis, you are now on the mountain."

Li Xundao breathed a sigh of relief. He succeeded. He had "invited" the Marquis of Pingxi of the Yan Kingdom to the back mountain.

Before long, the real Marquis of Pingxi would either fall into a coma or become痴傻(chi sha/foolish).

It was just that such a narrative was impossible to appear in official history.

But, it didn't matter. The new ruler of the Yan Kingdom had just ascended the throne, and if he destroyed his arm, the Yan Kingdom, which seemed to be huge but was actually weak, would hardly not have problems, and it would be difficult to solve the problems it was facing.

At this time, Zheng Houye felt that his body was very light. He could only see two figures in front of him.

One was wearing white clothes, and the other was wearing black clothes. One was middle-aged, and the other was very old.

He couldn't see their faces clearly, and their voices were a little blurry, so he didn't recognize Yao Zizhan.

At the same time, Zheng Houye's own consciousness was also a little dazed, and it was difficult to really think.

He just instinctively said:

"I... shouldn't be on the mountain now."

Li Xundao smiled and replied: "But you are on the mountain now."

"Then I... should go down the mountain."

"Hehehe." Li Xundao laughed and pointed to the mountain road in front of him, saying, "Marquis, do you know how to go down this mountain?"

"How... to go down the mountain..."

Zheng Fan began to think.

His mind was muddled now, and he could only think instinctively.

Then,

Just at this moment,

The smile on Li Xundao's face froze;

Yao Zizhan pointed to the pond with a puzzled expression and asked, "Why is there another person, and he looks a little... familiar?"

Yes,

In the dust formed by the withering lotus flower, suddenly, another figure appeared.

And at this time,

What Zheng Fan was thinking about in his mind,

Was how to go down the mountain.

He thought of going to Litian City before entering Beijing, and he went to the Jingnan Marquis's mansion. He thought of Tian Wujing taking him to worship the杜鹃(du juan/azaleas);

He thought of Tianhu Mountain,

He thought of the very comfortable nap he took on the top