Chapter 29

I don't know what other Zhou people think, but now there are at least two people in Shaoliang city who are not willing to surrender. It is reasonable that the emperor of the Zhou Dynasty is not willing to surrender, while Li Fuyao, as a child born in Luoyang City and raised in Dazhou City, is not willing to surrender because of Zhou.

To make the nobles of Luoyang uncomfortable was his wish made a long time ago. Even when he went to Luoyang one day, if he knew that the nobles of Luoyang city had done more than that, he would not mind changing the three words of discomfort into four words.

Can't live.

But now, the young swordsman in the first level of swordsman looks out of the window at the spring rain without any reason, and shakes his head helplessly. "If you say there are more than ten monks, then there are really more than a dozen monks. I am worried that the emperor will not be able to carry it. He is very arrogant to look at him before, but in fact, it is not Having seen such a critical situation and the pressure from the court, I think it will be a bit indecisive. Therefore, should we inform him that although we can't get any benefits, it's good to let him be firm. "

Qinghuai didn't say much about this, but looked at the rain outside the window and said calmly, "if it rains, the speed of the March will slow down. In addition, those friars who are used to keeping good habits will certainly go very slowly or even stop. If the emperor of Zhou has not given up, he is bound to call on the southern frontier army to march northward. If he wants to keep the state of Zhou alive, he must kill all the monks Besides killing, we have to do it as soon as possible. "

Li Fuyao frowned and said, "as fast as you want."

"We'd better start today and kill all the friars before they cross the luosang river. Just as you said before, Yanling will not be very happy. Next time we send monks, we will really be serious."

Qinghuai stares at Li Fuyao. Now this girl is very serious and doesn't seem to be joking at all.

Li Fuyao nodded his head to show that he knew it. Then he asked, "can you leave one or two of the ten monks for me? I'm sure I can't cope with more than one, so I'll take one or two?"

"Why?"

Li Fuyao said with a smile: "disgusting people, although it's a bit tasteful to watch others do it, it's not pleasant to do it yourself. In the words of the old and young men in the town, it's not very exciting."

Qinghuai quickly nodded, "those friars are the lowest level in this mountain and river. In fact, they are not powerful. They are just different from ordinary people when they step on the road of cultivation. Your swordsmen are very good at fighting in the same environment. The first three realms of monks of the three religions are not clear. No one knows how powerful they are. Maybe some of them are equivalent to swords Monks in the third level of swordsmanship, but most of them should be in the first or second level. When you deal with one or two, there will be no problem. "

With Qinghuai's assurance, Li Fuyao didn't worry. He took off the wood knife behind his back and wiped it carefully. He didn't speak any more. Then he quickly went to get his pen and ink and wanted to write a letter. His handwriting was very beautiful. In Baiyu Town, in addition to his daily storytelling, he actually wrote letters for others occasionally, which could not be ugly. Therefore, he practiced it very well At the beginning, Li Fuyao practiced calligraphy to survive. Although it was well-organized, it was hard to avoid. Later, life was relatively leisurely. Li Fuyao wrote freehand characters, at least in his own opinion, very pleasing.

Li Fuyao was stunned when he only raised his pen. What should he write?

After a moment's silence, Li Fuyao put down his brush and asked, "why don't you write it?"

The green locust snorts coldly, right when did not hear.

She had never done this kind of writing in the demon land. What's more, her characters were so ugly that she didn't want to look at it more. She didn't want to take it out of disgrace.

However, Li Fuyao, who was sitting in his seat, picked up his pen again. This time, he simply wrote a few words and then put away his pen and ink.

After sending such a short letter to the shop that sold tremella soup before, Li Fuyao returned to the Inn and left the city with Qinghuai. Although it was a bit troublesome to go out with an umbrella, it was better to be drenched in the water and see a lot of big Zhou Jia Shi when he left the city There was no change except for a long line at the Yamen of the military department on the west side of the city.

"To tell you the truth, I like this place a little bit." Walking on the street, Li Fuyao said casually.

"It's good to make soup dumplings." The green locust tree seldom answers with a voice.

The two monks, one of whom is different from the mountains and rivers, and the other is different from the three religions, but they are really quite independent.

Walking on the street, Li Fuyao recalled the map of the territory of the Zhou Dynasty that he had seen before. He said calmly: "the luosang River should be more than ten days away from Shaoliang City, but we should try our best to go faster, otherwise I always have some worries."

Green locust turns head, "worry what?"

"Worry is too late."

Green locust looks like to see an idiot Li Fuyao one eye, "if you think of luosang river now, you can arrive at most in half a day."

Li Fuyang frowned, wondering if you still have something to press the bottom of the box.As if to see through what Li Fuyao was thinking, the girl began to explain: "it's not difficult for me to travel thousands of miles a day in the morning and evening, but I'm still in green silk now. I can walk thousands of miles a day at most, which makes it even more annoying to take a person. But you know that all monks in this world are not like you stupid swordsmen. They only have one sword and have nothing. For example, if you crush one of these gadgets, you can walk a thousand miles. It's only eight thousand miles away from the luosang river. That means I only need to crush a dozen. "

Li Fuyao listened to his mind wavering, but soon worried: "this kind of magic weapon should not be common?"

Green locust nodded and said solemnly, "it's not common, so I don't have a few."

Li Fuyao asked cautiously, "how many are they?"

Qinghuai sighed softly, "it's about 10000."

Li Fuyao almost fell down on the street. There were not many of them. Now he understands why Qinghuai doesn't worry at all that he won't be able to catch up with Liangxi before the end of spring. The original reason is that here, with this thing, where can I spend any effort.

After leaving the city, the rain began to grow. Li Fuyao held the oil paper umbrella and pulled his mouth and asked, "shall we go directly to Jianshan?"

However, this sentence was quickly rejected by Qinghuai, "it's not easy to have a fight. What Jianshan are you going to?"

In this regard, Li Fuyao only felt that he had a big head for a while. If you said you didn't reason, why did you still like to fight?

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The early Dynasty of Chongde hall has been scattered for a long time. The emperor of the Zhou Dynasty returned to the imperial study of Changchun palace to reply to the memorial. Now that the Zhou Dynasty is not dead, he is still the emperor of the Zhou Dynasty, so he can not waste his political affairs.

In addition, there are still countless trivial matters waiting for him to deal with, how can he ignore it.

When the wind and rain were shaking, it seemed that the great Zhou emperor was very important.

Su Jin, the eunuch in charge of rites, has been waiting outside the imperial study since the emperor of the Zhou Dynasty got up at night. After the end of the early Dynasty, he has been here for half a day. Although he is not young, the head of the Imperial Palace's more than 10000 eunuchs, he does not appear to be a little tired after spending a long time outside the imperial study.

Standing outside the imperial study, you can't hear someone's scolding in the imperial study. In fact, it's the most difficult scene in the palace these years. That brilliant monarch has never been afraid to show his likes and dislikes to a certain courtier, but now he has never uttered a word. Nowadays, none of the names mentioned by him frequently are heard now.

Su sighed, looking at the spring rain, and thinking about the 270 years of the great Zhou Dynasty, she did not know why her eyes were red. Su Jin was a eunuch, but she was also a member of Zhou Dynasty.

A moment later, a small eunuch ran past the imperial library and came to the imperial library. The eunuch made a courtesy to the eunuch, then took out a letter from his arms and handed it to Su Jin. After Su Jin nodded, he trotted away.

As one of the people who knew the details of the emperor's departure from the palace on that day, Su Jin naturally knew what the young man meant to his majesty. Now, two news from outside the palace have become the last straw to overwhelm his majesty.

Su Jin did not dare to think too much, and soon knocked on the door of the imperial study.

The son of heaven responded quickly.

Su Jin said respectfully, "Your Majesty, the young man I saw before has now left Shaoliang City, but before leaving, a letter came into the palace to ask his majesty to open it personally."

The emperor of Zhou in the imperial study was silent for a long time before he said calmly, "take it in."

Su Jin pushed through the door and saw the son of Zhou sitting by the window. The emperor looked as usual, but the corners of his mouth were white, which seemed a bit of vicissitudes.

Taking the letter, the emperor of Zhou didn't rush to open it. He just asked, "when did the boy leave Shaoliang city?"

Su Jin bowed his head and said, "it's just when your majesty left the early Dynasty."

The emperor of Zhou nodded and motioned Su Jin to go out. After Su Jin went out, he looked at the letter.

Looking at the letter, the son of Zhou looked bitter and thought to himself that you were not Zhou people and left me?

But soon the emperor of Zhou said to himself, "if you are not from Zhou, how can you fight for him?"

The emperor of Zhou went to tear up the letter and looked at the yellow paper. His eyes suddenly brightened.

It's like a dead tree regenerating.

He didn't say much, but suddenly he began to laugh, laughing heartily.

On the desk, there was only one sentence on the letter paper, "the rosang River kills the friar."

The emperor looked at the handwriting on the letter paper and exclaimed: "this motherly word is really damn Good looking. "

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