Chapter 381

Ling Yun looked up at the sky again. If you want to see it, you can see it well enough.

Chen Diao Temple frowned slightly. Maybe it was an illusion just now. Just for a moment, he noticed Ling Yun's change, but then it seemed as if nothing had happened. It was a grievance

Chen Diao Temple touched his chin, and he began to read the book left by Ling Linlin carefully. All the details that Ling Yun had done in this story were re examined. There was a bunch of blood in the center of his forehead, full of energy.

In the Tang Dynasty imperial master's mansion of Fuyao Prefecture, a middle-aged scholar with white temples plays chess alone. He gives a little meal and then laughs. There are many people who know how to play chess. There are not many people who are good at it. Chen Diao temple is very proficient in it. Although his original intention is just to protect his life, once he is involved, he can't help saving his life or not.

On the main road, walking alone, Chen Diao Temple wants to intervene by force, but he doesn't have the ability, "you like to travel around the world, just give you a cage to walk honestly."

Chen Diao temple, which is in the wild world, suddenly spits out a mouthful of pale golden blood. The whole person looks dispirited and murmurs: "Lao Wang Ba Yang Zi."

Although he only saw one eye, he could remember the general appearance, but there was no such person in his memory. He didn't dare to do more calculation. He must be very proficient in calculation. Otherwise, he couldn't have suffered so much damage. Chen Diao temple's eyes were cold. This time, he suffered a heavy damage, and it took a lot of time to recover. This may be the beginning of his career, The most serious injury.

Zhu Cijing came over and asked, "what's the matter?"

Chen Diao temple said: "finally, an old fox showed his fox tail."

"What realm?"

"A slap can kill a group like you and me." Chen Diao temple said in silence that this guy must be planning how to run. Otherwise, with Zhu Cijing's character, it is absolutely impossible to ask these questions. He will directly ask who it is and where it is. I will take someone there.

Can the realm hold hundreds of thousands of cavalry?

Chen Diao temple has just passed away. The books on hand vibrate and strong martial arts rush in from all directions. At this time, it's too late to cover up. Chen Diao Temple pulls up Zhu's dictionary and says in a deep voice: "go quickly."

Such a vision, I'm afraid Jia Yu will also be shocked, and will take strict precautions against the colorful state. Especially, he and Zhu Cijing deliberately revealed their whereabouts here. If he had not been injured, he would have been able to retreat, but now he may not be able to walk away.

When Lingyun lowered his head, the original calm momentum suddenly burst out, like mountains suddenly rose up, up to heaven and down to Jiuyou.

And he seems to be a god standing on the highest peak, overlooking the world. He has a strange feeling in his heart. He takes a bow step, turns with his right hand and points directly at the Japanese military camp, which is in line with his left arm. Ling Yun knows what this strange thing is, but such a small world can't bear the great martial arts movement at all. If he attracts the martial arts movement here, his life will be ruined.

Ling Yun spits out a mouthful of turbid Qi. His body is full of Qi and blood. The true Qi of martial arts is like a volcano. His whole body is bright red and steaming hot. Everyone present feels the mighty power of heaven. It seems that there are heaven and man's eyes on the sky, looking coldly at all living beings.

In their eyes, the fierce battlefield, where the young man in white stands, seems to be surrounded by five eternal mountains. He slowly climbs up to the sky and looks at the sky.

When Ling Yun stamped his foot, he dashed out like an arrow and went straight into the Japanese military camp. Where he passed, blood splashed. Ling Yun suddenly roared: "time is short, quick decision!"

He had to fall to prevent the martial arts movement from entering the small world. Ling Yun seemed to have a certain feeling in his heart. He pressed down with one punch, such as the five mountains of Kyushu, and suppressed it!

One more punch, such as the sun hanging in the air, teach people not to look directly at!

Ling Yun gave the third punch, and the five great mountains burst into pieces. He ascended to the sky and looked at the gods. His whole body was surrounded by genuine Qi, and his bones crackled like a dragon singing, like a tiger roaring, like a thunderbolt!

"I don't want it, you can't give it!"

He cut himself and forced him to fall down, hurting the foundation of martial arts!

It was like a headless fly. When it came, it was fierce, but it suddenly dissipated and went back all over the world.

Sitting in Kyushu, the national teacher of the Tang Dynasty in Fuyao Prefecture, gently pressed a white son. His eyes were bright, as if there was a young man sitting opposite him playing chess with him. He said with a smile: "very good."

The old scholar on Taishan Mountain of Zhongyue recruited Baiyun to make wine. It tasted light and bitter. Youyou said, "my little apprentice is not easy to break the boundary, so he has to cut it off. Good guy, all the six martial arts players gather together. Hehe, how about it? Isn't that great? "

The great God of Mount Tai is silent. If he breaks the border in Kyushu, he will be able to reach a higher level smoothly. He has great martial arts luck. Six of the world's patrons are actually the best in martial arts. In the future, the world will certainly look up to him, but it's a pity. It's hard to fall down and hurt the foundation. In the future, let alone break the situation, it's hard to keep the existing situation.

Mr. Guigu is very happy today. Wu Yun is nothing. People are stronger than heaven. People are weaker than heaven. They just listen to heaven's destiny. "What a good one I don't want, you can't give it."

He thought of his young apprentice, who was a flash in the pan and astonished the world. "I want you to give it. I don't want you to give it."

"A cup of old wine, the longer the time, the better the taste."

……

In the last defensive city in the north of Daxia, the young man in white stands on the battlefield. He really has only two fists, one to behead the Japanese general 30 and 3!

More than 360 enemies were killed with one blow.

The third punch, he cut a knife, forced to fall.

This should have been particularly fierce offensive and defensive battle, the whole city for one person, the white clothes exudes a little bit of blood, such as white paper lonely, gradually blooming, but no one dare to say that now can kill him, he is like a wounded wolf, the whole person is filled with particularly strong murderous, almost real.

Just when he stepped forward, the strong murderous spirit suddenly dissipated, and even set off a gust of wind. Ling Yun turned his head and grinned, "seems to have won?"

Did not wait for the answer, he fell straight down, four limbs, blood flying.

"Ling Yun!"

Hong Shiqi ran to catch him and said, "retreat!"

In the 37th year of Yuanhua in the great Xia Dynasty, Ling Yun, a young man in white, killed 400 enemies with two fists in a row in the offensive and defensive battle of Wuyue city!

Hong Shiqi, Tang Yu, lie Changfeng, Liu Sanyuan and Wei Xiaochen, together with the old commander Zhang Zhuolu, fought back with less than 100000 troops to recapture the Wuyue city and defend the last line of defense of Daxia, which gave Daxia precious preparation time.

……

In April, Ling Yun, wearing a fur collar Cape, sat on the wall, shaking his legs and holding a sugar gourd in his mouth. Zhang Zhulu climbed up the wall and said with a smile, "I heard Hong Shiqi say that you were half useless that day, but there was no need at all?"

"Well, it is, but you will all die."

"The outside world is bigger and more magical?"

"Similar, good and bad."

"Is Daxia really hopeful?"

"What is hope?" Ling Yun turned to look at Zhang Zhulu and said with a smile, "hope is an immortal spark. It's not something that must be done. It's hope."

Zhang Zhulu sat next to Ling Yun. Everyone had some quirks. He didn't think it was strange to eat sugar gourd. "It won't last long."

Ling Yun nodded, "it depends on the people here."

"Can you be a swordsman?"

"No, but it's easier to use than a knife and a gun," Ling Yun said in a quiet tone. "The end result of the world is subordinate to the military strength, but the length depends on the people's heart. It's not easy to win in summer, but it's not difficult to endure. If it's a person, it's survival in death."

"Winding, straight?"

Ling Yun nodded and said something irrelevant, "every time I make a move, I'm doomed to fall. It's like a war. There is no victory or defeat."

"So, there's some truth. You used to fight with people and you had to fall into trouble?" Zhang Zhuolu asked, he appreciates this young man very much, not because of his high value of force, but because of his talent and courage. Ling Yun told Zhang Zhuolu all his plans. The old marshal is also the old prince. He listened very carefully. Although the way is to take the sword to the wrong side, it really made it. It is absolutely to wipe out the decadence of Daxia, and there is still room for confrontation with Japan.

But if not?

In fact, no matter how bad it is, it's just to bring the result ahead of time. It's said that Xinjun is a very powerful king, but he can't get back the power because all he can think of is that those old wangba in the capital are interfering with it.

Ling Yun got up and said with a smile: "people's hearts are like water. If Daxia shares a common hatred against the enemy, there will be only one victory and one defeat Ling Yun holds his fist, "but if this doesn't work, that is to say, a man like you will die first, and he will die, and he will be heroic and generous; And for others, it's post death. People live and die. "

"Do you really expect Japan to be kind to you? Looking at their atrocities in these three continents, it's very clear, "Ling Yun looked at the old marshal." there's only one reason why I proposed not to take prisoners. Daxia can't be afraid of losing, let alone death. The Japanese brutes, if you don't defeat them, they have no memory at all. "

"What is the style of a great power? You have enough strength to press him to the ground like an ant, but you have to tolerate them with maximum tolerance. This is the style of a great power. Before that, all the concessions were just due to their own lack of strength. However, no matter in Daxia or the place where I came, there will always be people who feel that their family, clan and country are not good and complain about everything. It seems that people in other places are smelling the excrement. They are happy, but they don't think about how to make their place better, Even though they are few, they will grow up in the end. Moreover, they are indeed the most real reflection of their shortcomings. If they do well, who is willing to despise and resent them? "

"When such people become the majority, the subjugation is just a matter of opportunity," said Ling Yun, holding a toothpick, jumping down the city wall, coughing twice, turning to look at Zhang Zhuolu. "In Daxia, there are marshals like you and brave soldiers who are not afraid of death in the northern three continents. They are the world's largest intellectuals, literati and politicians, Can't rely on you? There's no skill in hand. It's nothing but talking. There can't be less of them, but there can't be more of them. "

"It's too difficult to garrison this city. The old commander should think about the way back. It's better to retreat and live than to die here. At least you are alive, and the deterrent to the enemy is still there."

Lingyun light said.

Zhang Zhulu clapped his hands and then said, "what can you do?"

Ling Yun pointed to his mouth and said with a smile, "play with your mouth."

Calculate the time, Zhang should also arrive in the capital. With his ability, it doesn't take much time to smooth out the seemingly chaotic situation. As for the fierce argument, Ling Yun doesn't care, Zhang Zhuolu doesn't care. There is no conflict between holding and criticizing. As for what happens afterwards, it depends on whether Zhang Fu Zi and the emperor win the hearts of the people of the summer.

"What about the traitor?" Zhang Zhulu asked suddenly.

Ling Yun, with his hands on his back, said as he walked: "Ling Chi, expose the corpse, and even sit."

When he walked, it was like a cloud, but after a moment, it was beautiful again. "Let those who don't know how shameful treason is and how serious a crime it is clearly see the attitude of Da Xia. You don't have to force anything else, but you have to force something about your country. You can be unfaithful to your country, so please leave this land, The farther you go, the better. If you have to stay here because you have no conditions to go elsewhere, you'd better take care of your mouth and heart and pretend that you are loyal to the country. "

"Some people say that no country can become a country without a small family, so you have to be loyal to your own family before you can love it, and you have to be clear about public and private affairs."

Zhang Zhulu laughs. Ling Yun is very extreme in dealing with some things, but sometimes the world just needs such a person. Daxia's heart, he has seen too much in his life. Turbulent times are also very good, but what about prosperous times?

He looked at the people of Daxia who were dressed in Japanese clothes on the street a few years ago and wanted to chop them with a knife. Whoever stopped them would chop them. Their generation had suffered hardships and suffered crimes. They all licked their blood with a knife and had a big hatred with Japan.

Shouldn't the new generation continue this hatred?

At least Zhang Zhuolu, as a soldier, does not think that some hatred can not be continued, but the key to resolve national hatred is to stand up and talk without backache, or the enemy's dog or a cannibal animal raised by the enemy. They can cooperate with each other in interests, but they should never identify with their culture and eliminate their hatred.

As Ling Yun said when he made plans with him before, "the two countries are at war, and no one is innocent. This is war."

The Yunxiu palace in the capital of Daxia is the palace that the Empress Dowager of Daxia often goes to. The Empress Dowager of Daxia, dressed in plain white, sits beside the stone table. From here, you can see the Xiaochong mountain opposite. The scenery is beautiful, and you can hear birds and animals singing; The viewing platform of the main hall is huge and the location is excellent. She said slowly, "the people in the world are boiling with resentment. It's said that our palace has seized the power of your majesty. Have you ever found out who said that?"

"He was a scholar named Ling Yun, and he had a very good personal relationship with Zhang Fuzi. After he arrived in the capital, Zhang Fuzi especially respected him," the eunuch said in a low voice. "But as early as half a month ago, he had gone to the northern border. According to the news, he retreated in the northern border and held the last line of defense in the northern border of Daxia, just like the reincarnation of a God."

"Without him, how could Daxia and Japan lightly start the war?" The Empress Dowager of the great Xia said indifferently, "the lives of the three continents in the north are ruined because he killed those Japanese envoys in the capital."

The eunuch lowered her head, and the Empress Dowager of the great Xia said, "but it's good for us to block Japan for the time being."

"It's not too late to invite the prime minister into the palace immediately."

The Empress Dowager said coldly.

This throne, should not belong to Xia Qinian, should be his son, now Prince Yong!

There are only two people in Xia Qinian's room. One is Mr. Zhang, and the other is the only prince in the world today, Xia Qilian. Xia Qinian took a sip of tea from his cup, sighed and said, "I'm really the worst in the world now. I don't know if the Emperor's younger brother can give me any advice, I'll be able to lick my face to see my ancestors in the future. "

How can Xia Qilian not know that his elder brother is deep-seated and very good at forbearance. Although he has not been in power for so many years, he still knows the situation in the central government very well. Now the people's grievances in the world are not only his mother and prime minister, but also his elder brother's successive criminal edicts, which win people's hearts, "Your Majesty also knows that my brother likes to have fun. How can I know these things, let alone mention your majesty? My brother is scared."

Xia Qinian narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, "what are you afraid of? I just ask you casually. Who doesn't know you are used to being dissolute? Calling you here today is also the mother's meaning. It's rare for our brothers to see each other several times a year. Now it's a troubled time. If anything happens to me..."

"Your Majesty is blessed and has a great life. He is the son of heaven. What's wrong with him?" Xia Qilian raised his head and said with warm words.

Xia Qinian said with a smile, "I may be the one who has been assassinated most in the three hundred years since the founding of the great Xia Dynasty." suddenly, Xia Qinian said, "what do you think of the current fierce discussions?"

"What comment?" Xia Qilian asked.

Xia Qinian said with a smile: "now you don't want to pretend to be confused. Since you don't want to say it, I don't want to ask more." Xia Qinian took a look at Master Zhang, and then said to Xia Qilian, "you go to see your mother first, and then we'll have a meal together."

When Xia Qilian got up and went out, Xia Qinian seemed to say unintentionally, "the prime minister should be in the palace now, right? I haven't seen this old man for days. "