Several fat rabbits, who could hardly move, lay prone in the roadside grass and buried their heads very low. The rabbit's gray hair was their protective color. From a distance, they thought it was just stones. Combined with the shelter of the grass, it was difficult to be noticed. They are like a group of well-trained experts hiding with the help of the terrain, waiting for the enemy to give a fatal blow when he arrives.
An eagle circled in the sky
When Fang Xie, riding a white lion, passed by on the road, the rabbits trembled and dared not move. The soaring eagle in the sky shook its wings and flew away.
Two people behind Fang Xie, a handsome young man with a sword on his back and a lovely fat Taoist.
The three men didn't move fast. Although the horses of the two men behind had gradually adapted to the incomparable bully breath of the white lion, they still didn't dare to get too close. The young man with the sword on his horse looked cold and solemn, while the fat Taoist was a little bored. From time to time, he leaned over and pulled a piece of hairy grass from the roadside weeds into his mouth, chewed it for a while and spat it out.
"Suddenly thought of the way to Chang'an from the northwest."
Xiang qingniu suddenly smiled and said with a hairy grass in his mouth, "it's also like this. There are some broken official ways. You can't see a passer-by when you go far."
Xie Fuyao didn't know the past, so he listened slightly.
"I tell you."
Xiang qingniu gathered around Xie Fuyao: "at that time, the guy riding the white lion in front was still a fool. It was too much to say that he had no strength to bind chickens, but at best he was just an ordinary man. I wanted to cheat him a few liang of silver at that time, but he cheated more..."
Xie Fuyao flashed a strange look in his eyes, and then nodded thoughtfully. Xiang qingniu saw something wrong in Xie Fuyao's eyes. At first he didn't understand. After a while, he spat the grass in his mouth and said, "don't think about it. I'm a man! Although I don't like being too close to women, what he likes is his daughter, not a man!"
Xie Fuyao didn't speak, but the expression on his face that you can explain these things made Xiang qingniu a little annoyed.
Xiang qingniu didn't seem to have any way to stop talking. He just shut up. He glanced at the hare in the roadside grass, looked up at the eagle flying farther and farther, and then his sight fell on the white lion.
"What are you going to do in the future?"
Xiang qingniu found that he was really not a person who could not help talking, so he walked in silence for dozens of meters, and then he couldn't help talking: "The war cannot never end, and the days will always return to peace. Sometimes I wonder what kind of life I want to live in the future. When I go back to Leshan in the Qing Dynasty, I will continue to pretend to be the Taoist priest and the Lord of the temple? Or I will go as I always want to go and go all over the world."
"The war will end, but the Jianghu has never been calm."
Xie Fuyao finally replied, making Xiang qingniu a little happy: "the wind and waves in the Jianghu, if you pay attention to them, they will hit you. If you don't pay attention to them, they will be calm."
"The martial arts academy was destroyed."
Xie Fuyao's tone was a little heavy and depressing: "after Yang Jian came out of the door, the martial arts academy actually existed in name only. President Zhou sat in the back mountain every day from sunrise to sunset and saw that his hair and beard were white. The professors who were not from Sui Dynasty in the Academy left and went back to their hometown. There were few people in the whole courtyard all day."
"It's almost the same."
Xiang qingniu sighed: "Isn't the same view of Qi? After niunose left, the view became worse day by day. At the beginning, master said that the future of Yiqi is in me. Now I understand what he meant... Niunose ran to be a saint in the barbarian tribe in the western regions. He was reluctant to come back. The second senior brother traveled westward with a sword for more than ten years. Finally, he got his wish and went to another world. The third senior brother returned When we get to the capital, we only envy mandarin ducks, not immortals... I'm the only one left of special Niang. Who can we rely on? "
After saying this, he suddenly remembered something and couldn't help laughing: "hurry, call martial uncle!"
Xie Fuyao was stunned: "why?"
Xiang qingniu said solemnly, "old ox nose Xiao 19 and your master Zhang Zhenren are friends of the same generation. Niu nose calls Zhang Zhenren a senior brother, and Zhang Zhenren doesn't feel ashamed. I'm Xiao 19's junior brother, so it's not too much for you to call me a martial uncle in terms of seniority?"
Xie Fuyao thought seriously, and then the corners of his mouth twitched and called martial uncle.
Xiang qingniu laughed as if he had found a gold ingot, and his chest trembled with pride.
He urged his horse to catch up with Fang Xie, patted Fang Xie on the shoulder and raised his jaw: "come on, call martial uncle!"
Fang Xie looked at him and asked, "what's the advantage if I call you martial uncle?"
Xiang qingniu glanced at him and said, "it's not straightforward at all. Look at how people don't bargain. What generation should be. We can't mess up."
Xie Fuyao said coldly behind him: "it's nothing for you to let me call you martial uncle. If you dare to call me little again, thank you, I'll kill you..."
Fang Xie picked his thumb: "that's it, little thank you!"
Xie Fuyao: "
"Here we are."
Xiang qingniu looked at the male city called Dali in front of him, looked up at the defenders on the wall, couldn't help smiling proudly: "why do I have the pride of three people picking up a big city?"
Fang Xie said, "because you are doing this."
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"Please go to the city in a basket!"
A garrison general of the city wall bent down and shouted. He was wearing heavy iron armor as if he had stuffed himself into an iron pimple. Maybe only in this way could he have some sense of security. After all, standing below at this time is the second person called butcher after Luo Yao. As much as Nanyan people are afraid of Luo Yao, they are afraid of Fang Xie. In fact, Fang Xie's aristocratic family, which had only been in the southwest for less than a year, killed a lot more people than Luo Yao's 20 years in Yongzhou.
Outside Yongzhou City, tens of thousands of Nanyan soldiers and 600000 he people were beheaded. Coupled with the retaliation of the black flag army, the he people lost millions of people.
"Open the gate"
Fang Xie answered three words faintly.
"My Lord, don't make it difficult for your humble position. You also know your identity. Humble position doesn't have the right to open the city gate and let you in. It has been told early that you should go to the city in a basket."
He spoke carefully. He didn't know why. There were so many men around him, and there were only three people under the city. He was still scared to death.
Fang Xie was too lazy to pay any more attention. He came down from the white lion to one side and sat down and asked Xiang qingniu, "will you fight the landlord for a while?"
Xiang qingniu chuckled: "come on, who's afraid of who."
Xie Fuyao looked serious: "I'm too young to play..."
This guy learned this little game not long after he came to the black flag army. Xiang qingniu came down from the horse and touched a pair of cards in the deer skin bag around his waist. He skillfully shuffled the cards: "come on, come on, we are all people with identity, a Taoist priest, a duke, a professor of the martial arts academy. I'm sorry for my identity."
"How old are you playing?"
Xie Fuyao asked.
"Press the land"
Fang Xie suddenly said something, and then he pointed to the city gate: "I'll give the fat man in the South City, you in the North City, and mine in the west city. On the street, I'll give you as much as anyone wins."
Xiang qingniu nodded: "it's a little big... But you're so generous. Does Murong shame him know?"
The three people chatted as if there were no one else. Although the defenders on the wall didn't know what they were playing, they all felt a little terrible after listening to Fang Xie's words. It seemed that the three people had divided Dali city.
The guard on the wall did not dare to be the master. He looked back at the old man in a big red robe standing in the distance. When he looked at the old man, his eyes were full of fear.
"Master, what should I do?"
The guard general leaned over and asked, his voice trembling.
"Send someone to the palace to ask your majesty for instructions."
The old man, known as the master, stood with his hands behind his back and looked at the three people under the city wall. His eyes were cold: "however, these three people are under the city. Do you think there is any difference between walking through the city gate and sitting in a basket? If the three of them want to kill in the city, none of you can live."
The general shivered, but he still didn't dare to make a decision without authorization. He turned to leave and wanted to go to the palace to ask Murong shame for instructions. Before he took a step, he saw Prime Minister Zhu Chijian slowly go to the city with a team of guards. Seeing Zhu Zhijian, Shou will make do with it. Just like seeing the backbone, he hurried to ask.
Zhu Chijian nodded when he finished, looked at the old man and said, "master, your majesty means that we can't lose face too much. If there are only three people coming, we are too scared to open the door... Both the national style and your Majesty's face are not good-looking. The master is sitting here, and his face seems to be..."
The old man in the big red robe is Hei Shang, the national teacher of Dali. He is known as Hei Shang. He doesn't know his origin or how strong his cultivation is, but everyone in Dali knows that this man has a high status in Dali City, and Murong shame also highly praises this man.
"Open the door"
Master Hei's face was cold. He stared at Zhu and strode down the city.
"I'll welcome the guests myself!"
Looking at the back of guru Hei, Zhu Qijian couldn't help picking from the corners of his mouth. Over the years in Dali City, he knew the character of every important person in the imperial court like the back of his hand, otherwise he wouldn't have been a prime minister for decades. This black guru is the most arrogant and martial artist, and he can't tolerate others to say that he is timid.
Zhu Zhijian leaned down to look under the wall and looked at Fang Xie. He breathed a long sigh of relief. To tell the truth, he didn't know whether his decision was right or wrong. Today's choice was the most important choice in his life for so many years. What he knows is that if he makes the right choice, the future of the Zhu family is not too dark. If the choice is wrong, then either the Zhu family or any family of Nanyan will face a bloody disaster.
In fact, most people will always face a variety of choices in their life. They choose to stand in line. If they choose the right one, they will not necessarily prosper. If they choose the wrong one, they will not necessarily die without a burial place, because for ordinary people, no matter how many choices they make in their life, they rarely touch life and death. They were too lazy to think about these problems, but Zhu Chijian had to think about it and had to be sad
"How can the Zhu family be strong? No matter how strong they are, they are only qualified to choose. They will always be the one who chooses to stand in the team, not... The one who is qualified to be the team leader."
He smiled bitterly in his heart and murmured, hoping that this decision would not make him a sinner of the Zhu family.
Master heishang stood inside the city gate, watching the soldiers rush to remove the huge wood that stood against the city gate, and watching them laboriously slowly open the heavy city gate. When the door opened a gap, master heishang suddenly fell in a trance. He seemed to see a huge wave of blood pouring in from the door.
The smell of blood... Came to my face.