Chapter 146

The heavy rain on the border of Chen is not just falling on the border town.

Two figures with umbrellas stand side by side at the entrance of the school, looking up at the grey tiles opposite the school, are silent.

Listening to the sound of Langlang books coming from the school, the scholar in blue suddenly asked, "Lord Luan, Lin Hongzhu has always been hard to find. I don't know what he is going to do and ask the remaining evils of the evil cult out of the mountain?"

The old man with silver hair, known as Lord Luan, is short and wrinkled. If he had not worn the Yunfeng official uniform, which represents the highest grade of Chen's courtiers, no matter where he was put, no one would have looked at the old man more.

However, he was such a small man with no appearance and no prestige. However, he was indeed the pillar stone of the state of Chen, the real pillar of the temple. When he saw Luan Xiang in the Manchu Dynasty, he was afraid that none of them was self possessed.

There has always been a saying in the temples and halls of the state of Chen that when Luan Xiang was frowning, the whole state of Chen would be overcast.

However, although Luan Xiang's temper is not very good, it is difficult for him to feel that he can't step over the threshold. Therefore, the state of Chen is still stable in these years. Even now the state of Chen is ordered by Emperor Yanling to destroy the state of Zhou, and when there is a long stalemate, Luan Xiang still laughs all day long.

When the courtiers did not understand, they felt that they had taken a reassurance.

Now I don't know why, Luan Xiang is not in the capital's residence, but appears at the border, and none of the important officials in the temples on the other side of the capital knows that this Luan Xiang has left Beijing, and only knows that Luan Xiang has not gone to court for several days on the ground that he is ill. The courtiers are accustomed to such reasons as the old Prime Minister's country, anyway In the state government, the eye liner of each family can see a "alive and kicking" Luan Xiang.

In that case, what's the use of worrying?

Luan Xiang didn't turn his head, but he still put his eyes on the grey tiles on the opposite side. "Who can understand Lin Hongzhu's idea? If he says too much, he will do more useless work. Therefore, I only pass on the fact that Zhou xuance is the monk of the Academy with the seeds of reading books. Lin Hongzhu can't stop it. Who knows

The scholar frowned and said, "Lin Hongzhu and Zhou xuance have a bitter feud. Do you dare to fight Zhou xuance at the risk of being pursued by Yanling academy?"

Luan Xiang tilted his head and seemed to be thinking about some old adult affairs. After a long silence, the first person in the Chen state temple said slowly: "Lin Hongzhu's mind is not easy to guess. Zhou xuance did the destruction of the evil cult. Since Lin Hongzhu is the leader of the demon cult, he naturally has to find Zhou xuance's trouble. He just announced that he has this mind or will do his best, In fact, it's hard to say that Zhou xuance is an old man. Lin Hongzhu's talent is not bad, and there is such a half a year's time to "walk". Even if Zhou xuance had a chance to win Shanglin Hongzhu, it's hard to say now. "

Luan xiangdun, self mocking way: "we scholars, are good at calculating people's minds. We have good Kung Fu. But if we really want to fight life and death, we really can't compare with Lin Hongzhu."

"Since Zhou xuance had Lin Hongzhu to deal with it, why didn't Luan Xiang allow me to solve that book reading seed?"

Luan Xiangfan asked: "can you see through Lin Hongzhu's mind?"

A moment later, the scholar apologized: "the younger generation is abrupt."

The old man waved his hand to show that he was not in the way. "No one can guess Lin Hongzhu's mind. Who knows what he will do if he makes a rash move. On the contrary, is it a waste of this plan?"

Qingshan Confucianist sincerely praised: "Luan Xiang lived in the temple, located in the secular world, but always able to see things on the mountain like fire, it is really rare, Chen state Luan Xiang, is a rare blessing."

The old man put out his hand under the umbrella and took a handful of rain. He was disappointed and said, "it's not true. When I came down from the mountain, all I thought was to help the Ming monarch to destroy Yanling. But the three kings of the state of Chen, though they were not mediocre, had a very different vision and mind. Therefore, the state of Chen has been operating in my hands for decades, but it's not like this For example, in the state of Zhou, the emperor of the state of Zhou is at least as bold as emperor Yanling. If he had chosen the state of Zhou at that time, he might still have a bright future, at least he could see the way ahead. "

The Qingshan Confucian scholar said nothing different about Luan Xiang's bluntness to the extreme, but calmly said: "for a dynasty rooted in the land of mountains and rivers for 6000 years, Luan Xiang is still hard to shake if he wants to shake it. Now he wants to destroy it, but it is as difficult as heaven?"

"How hard is it?" the old man asked

"It's even harder to be a saint than us," said the scholar with a bitter smile

The old man shook his head. "It's because it's too difficult to be a saint. I'll choose something that has at least a chance of success. Otherwise, after hundreds of years, I'll really feel bored and grow old slowly?"

"Luan Xiang is free and easy."

The old man lowered his head, looked at the mud on the back of his shoes and said in a low voice: "after half an hour, you go to that small town. No matter what, the winner or loser should be divided. Lin Hongzhu has a lot of tricks to kill. If he is really determined to let Zhou xuance stay, he will not leave his hands. When the time comes, you will have a chance to win the last week's propaganda strategy, regardless of the victory or defeat."The scholar nodded and thought of saying something, but the old man had already turned around.

The scholar in blue clothes passed away in a flash.

The old man walked into the school and walked through the courtyard. He was always muttering: "I said that there is no room for me to use my magic power in the state of Chen. If I change my family to the state of Zhou, people will say that Luan Ping is a white eyed wolf. Ha ha ha, Luan Ping has planned three generations for Chen all his life. Although the state of Chen does not negate me, but I do. In this case, I'm still unkind. In this case, it's better not to make plans for Chen and Zhou. If we change the court, we can simply change it further. "

The old man came to the front of the door and stood under the eaves of the house.

The teacher, who was teaching inside, was wearing a linen shirt. He glanced at the door. After seeing the old man, he hurried out of the school and came to the old man and called out respectfully.

The old man waved.

The teacher bent over to let the little old man put his hand on his shoulder.

The old man asked with a smile, "know, do you remember the ten-year agreement between you and me?"

The teacher pinned the book to his waist and replied, "keep it in mind."

The old man laughed and said, "it's so good. So today, my husband came to ask you, do you want to be a temporary pillar of the imperial court, or do you want to preach and solve doubts for people all your life?"

The teacher was silent and did not dare to speak.

The old man waved his hand. "I see."

"Go to the capital. Everything has been arranged. Choose one of the six. After ten years, it should be a success."

The teacher looked up and asked, "what did you do?"

The old man sighed, "from one pond to the other."

The teacher stopped talking.

The old man left with an umbrella, and the teacher bowed to him.

Walking in the rain and stepping on a series of water droplets, the old man's mood can not be said to be good or bad. In fact, he does not need to know all about the choice of this registered disciple. Therefore, naturally, he can not say that he is not disappointed or not. However, when he is old, the old man always thinks that there should be some accidents.

There is no such thing.

As usual, there is no change.

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the first World War in the heavy rain is still worrying.

Lin Hongzhu, the leader of the demon cult, is now soaked in red, and his white hair is covered with raindrops. But even so, the once famous monk on the mountain seems not to have fallen behind.

Instead, Zhou xuance, with an oil paper umbrella, turned pale.

In the battle of friars, we fight for the realm and build the speller.

Among the three, Zhou xuance is the best.

But there are still some can not resist.

So far, even he has to admit that the cultivation of the demon sect leader, who has been silent for many years, is very difficult to cope with.

Since Lin Hongzhu stopped at that time, until now, he has never stepped back.

This demon cult leader is crazy with Qi, which means that both jade and stone will be burned.

The wind and rain on the main road made a strange scene.

Two people stand in the wind and rain, each not yield.

Gu Yuan on one side was so anxious that he couldn't help.

In front of such a powerful monk, this book reading seed is like a lamb to be slaughtered, and has no effect.

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but in a street in the city, Li Fuyao, carrying a sword case, met a scholar in blue.

This young swordsman opened his sword case and pulled out his sword almost the first time.

But after a while, he still flew back and forth. The green shirt scholar put his foot on Li Fuyao's face and calmly said, "if you are calm in your mind, you will dare to damage my affairs. Is there any reason for you not to die today? What about swordsmen? Are they still six thousand years ago? Everyone has to avoid you

Li Fuyao's gas engine in the lingfu's mansion was running wildly, lying in the rain, still struggling to get up.

The scholar in the blue shirt glanced at the side of the sword box. The green silk in the sword box trembled slightly.

The scholar with blue shirt frowned. He hasn't seen such a sword for many years.

He kicked Li Fuyao out.

"If you are among the three religions, you can survive today, but you must be a swordsman. How can you keep you?"

The scholar in blue looks plain.

Li Fuyao vomited blood and struggled to get up.

Hold the snow and pass it out with a sword.

A moment later, he flew out again.

Smashed a wall.

It was a miserable time.

Li Fuyao laughed bitterly.

But he still struggled to get up, but he was pinched by the green shirt Confucian scholar. "There are swordsmen like you in the mountains and rivers. It's a very boring thing."

Throw out Li Fuyao.

The scholar in blue wiped his hands on his lapel.

Feel dirty?

After that, Li fufei went out.A lantern rolled out.

It's a gift from my ancestor Xu Ji.

The blue shirt scholar stepped out one step and was suddenly forced to stop.

Between heaven and earth, there is a sharp sword.

The sword swept the place.

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on the Jianshan mountain, the old ancestor Xu Ji sits on the Wenjian Ping with an ancient sword on his knee.

The old ancestor, who was old and wrinkled, suddenly opened his eyes and said in a cold voice, "how can I deceive Jianshan?"

The old ancestor traveled thousands of miles in an instant.

Up to here.

It was between Li Fuyao and the Qingshan Confucians.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, the Qingshan scholars were ready to withdraw.

But the old ancestor stepped out one step, full of sword spirit.

The meaning of soaring sword is rare in the world.

"All things in the world, a sword is enough."

Finish speaking.

A sword pierces the heart of a scholar in blue.

From the beginning to the end, the monk of Twilight realm could not say a word.

He was struck by a sword.

The spirit of the sword does not diminish.

To the main road in the city.

Lin Hongzhu suddenly raised his head.

The tall ancestor came to the main road with a sword.

Zhou xuance's face changed greatly, a swordsman who ascended the building?!

Who can defeat such a swordsman?

The old ancestor held a sword and asked, "who's the companion of the scholar with green shirt over there? How dare he be to harm my Jianshan disciple?"

Lin Hongzhu suddenly said, "the ancestor of Jianshan?"

Xu Ji turned his head and said with a smile: "do you still know me?"

Lin Hongzhu burst out laughing, "who else can have this domineering sword spirit, except for the sword immortal Chao Qingqiu? Who else is there besides you, the ancestor of Jianshan?"

Xu Ji looked at the leader of the demon sect in red and sighed: "it turns out that you are the devil."

Lin Hongzhu's face did not change, "can be said by you on a demon, is still considered lucky."

A cold hum.

Xu Ji said indifferently, "who will pick up my second sword?"

Lin Hongzhu churan said with a smile: "although the man has nothing to do with me, it seems that he can't get rid of the relationship in any case. I'll take this sword."

Xu Ji glanced at Zhou xuance and sarcastically said: "it's true that all the scholars in the world are like you, so there are not so many scholars that I despise."

Lin Hongzhu sprinkles ran a smile, suddenly swept forward.

Xu Ji just waved his sword.

Under one sword, the robe, which had never been destroyed in any way, has been cut into many pieces.

Lin Hongzhu was pale.

Xu Ji stopped his sword and stood up, looking up at the distance.

"There was another man."

In a flash.

Xu Ji immediately crossed a hundred Li and came to Luan Ping, a little old man.

The old man, who has a high reputation in the imperial court of Chen, suddenly stepped back a few steps and burst into laughter. "I never thought that such a plan would involve you. Xu Ji, when I visited Jianshan on that day, I thought you were dead. Why do you still hold on to death and go down the mountain to shake off your prestige?"

Xu Ji didn't want to say more, but he waved a sword.

The sword spirit soared.

Luan Ping said for the first time with a sad face, "Xu Ji, in the same situation, bullies people with a sword!"

The ancestors sneered.

A sword is wielded, and the sword Qi is powerful for several miles. It is unstoppable.

Luan Ping retreated again and again, and finally was cut by a sword, blood DC.

Xu Ji stood in the same place and sneered: "how about the decline of Jianshan? Still can't be bullied."

Luan Ping was at a loss.

Xu Ji's figure disappears again.

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Li Qingsi struggled to pick up the handle.

After Xu Ji collected his sword, he came here.

Li Fuyao's eyes were moist.

Xu Ji's old state is much more obvious than when he went down the mountain.

He stretched out his thin hand, rubbed Li Fu's head, and said in a soft voice, "little fellow, the master is still there. Who dares to bully you?"

Li Fuyao looked up.

Xu Jici looks at him lovingly, smiles and doesn't speak.

There is a saying that the ancestors didn't say.

Next time you die again, there will be no master in the world.

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