Chapter 168

Before you get to the Wanbao Pavilion, you have to walk through the iron chain. Standing on one side of the cliff and looking at the other side of the cliff, Xie Ying suddenly asked, "Li Fuyao, can you resist the sword and show your hand?"

Li Fu shook his head and didn't answer the question. He just asked, "do you want me to carry you over?"

Xie Ying laughed, looked up and thought about what to say. But as soon as he looked up, he saw the sun which was about to set. He murmured, "I don't know how the sunrise is, but the sunset is really good."

Li Fuyao looked up and said nothing.

After crossing the "bridge", Xie Ying walked in front of him. The most brilliant son of the Xie family in Yanshi City walked on the shaking iron chain by the handle of the family treasure Dao Qike. He did not feel afraid at all, but walked slowly, which was not elegant at all.

I'm afraid that today's road is the slowest, most stable and least willing to make mistakes in Xie Ying's life. It can be said that Xie Ying, who has never encountered any major setbacks since he was a child, can always make extraordinary achievements in a very short time. Therefore, Xie Chenjun takes him seriously. Xie Wuyi thinks of his son, and then he loves and hates him. Therefore, Xie Ying is not 100% concerned about anything, even if he leads a cavalry alone and carries the rise and fall of Zhou on his shoulders.

But today's road, can't thank, should not take seriously, because if the foot really slip, from here to roll down the cliff, really is a dead end, at that time, all the past 20 or 30 years, all is a mirror. It's not that Xie should be afraid of death. If he was really afraid of death, he would not dare to enter Huaiyang City alone before he came. However, there are thousands of ways to die in life. Xie should not like this one today.

Li Fuyao, with his sword case on his back, did not step on the iron chain rashly. He was not afraid that he would fall off the cliff. He just wanted to wait for Xie Ying to finish his journey.

Looking at Xie Ying walking on this rickety chain, Li Fuyao recalled that many years ago, in Luoyang City, he played with his friends in the streets. One of them was a stone ladder. Because the middle step was destroyed by something, the neighborhood had to put a piece of wood between the two steps, and several children often liked to go there Go, children's balance is not outstanding, so no one can really stand on that piece of wood for a while. Li Fuyao?

No way!

After returning to his senses, Li Fuyao saw that Xie Ying was standing on the opposite side, gasping for breath, and then he stepped onto the iron chain. He was not as fast as he was, but every step was very stable. When he came to the opposite side, Xie Ying had already found a big stone in front of the Wanbao Pavilion and sat down. Looking at the famous Wanbao Pavilion in front of Chen, Xie Ying muttered: "There are huge stones weighing more than a thousand jin. My dear, they are really the means of the gods on the mountain."

Li Fuyao is not sure, but he just stares at the Wanbao Pavilion, which is obviously built for some years, but does not show the old one.

Xie Ying stood up, rubbed his shoulders and suggested, "otherwise, let's go in and have a look and see if there is a place for sleeping? Anyway, I'm going to get up and watch the sunrise tomorrow? "

Li Fu shook his head and took the lead in stepping into the pavilion. The latter's mouth twitched. He didn't see you so active when he just crossed the cliff. Now you've become like this. Aren't you ashamed?

Stepping into the Wanbao pavilion that Chen people yearn for, it's not as precious as you imagined. It's just a simple Pavilion. There are three floors in the Wanbao Pavilion. The third floor is the best place to see the sunrise. There is only a quiet room on the first floor. There is nothing else. The person who wants to build this pavilion has no idea of inviting guests here. Otherwise, why not even the guest rooms Meet one?

On the second floor, there are a lot of books, which are not isolated and incomplete. On the contrary, most of the common elementary school books on the market account for the majority of the books. The rest are also some miscellaneous books, which are not worth money. Therefore, after so many years here, no one knows whether they have stolen some steps.

The whole Wanbao Pavilion is spotless and does not look like a thing without owner at all.

From the first floor to the second floor, Li Fuyao came to the books. He was silent for a moment. He took away a little yellow book and saw a bright yellow talisman on the back of the book.

Xie Ying came up and asked, "what is this thing?"

Li Fuyao said calmly: "the dust avoiding talisman is one of the Taoist talismans. As long as the Qi mechanism on it is still there, it will be effective. Even after thousands of years, this Wanbao Pavilion will be spotless. The effect of the talisman is closely related to the realm cultivation of the painter. If the realm is high, it will last for more than 100 years. However, it seems that this talisman was not painted by that person himself. It should be some common things circulated in the Taoist temple. The Qi engine has passed away very seriously. If the person who built this Wanbao Pavilion doesn't want to see it become dusty, he should come back soon. "

Xie Ying sat on the floor and said with a smile, "if that mountain fairy died outside, I can't tell."

Li Fuyao laughed, but seeing that the sky was getting dark, he went to one side and found an oil lamp to light it. Then he took the lamp and walked slowly by the bookshelf.

Flip the books from time to time.Xie Ying yawned, did not go to see this side, just closed his eyes.

Li Fuyao walked a few steps and stopped in front of a bookshelf. There was a line of small characters on the wall behind the bookshelf.

The handwriting is scribbled but meaningful.

Li Fuyao carefully identified it as a sentence, "life is not going well, how about it?"

There seems to be something unfinished.

Li Fuyao stopped for a moment, walked a few steps forward, and saw another line of characters. This time, it was not cursive script, but a neat line of regular script. "Is it wrong for us to be sincere? Do you want peace for the world? "

It stopped suddenly again.

Li Fuyao walked forward a few steps. In front of him was running script this time. "He is full of untimely knowledge. He says that he is not happy with anyone."

Go further, and it's gone.

Li Fuyao raised his head. These three lines of small characters were all written by one person. It seems that he is really a top-ranking scholar in the world. Both cursive script and regular script are not bad. Moreover, they seem to be free to write. If they are really serious about writing, they are afraid that they will be comparable to the first-class calligraphers in the world.

Li Fuyao suddenly withdrew from the pavilion and went to the front of the pavilion to see if there was a plaque. But after a moment, he returned to the second floor and was still confused. It was clear that there was no plaque there. Why did he go to see it.

Back on the second floor, Xie Ying is already asleep. Li Fuyao puts the lamp back and sits cross legged.

Now he has a lot of ideas about the owner of the pavilion.

Take off the sword case, take out the green silk and snow on the knee.

Li Fuyao wants to start his usual sword raising method again, but suddenly, the green silk light snow sword is singing, and the green silk is shaking, almost breaking the scabbard.

Li Fuyao looks up to the third floor.

Put the snow in the sword box, hold the green silk in the hand, and go to the third floor for sightseeing.

There's nothing else on the third floor.

He came up to see it before, but found nothing. This time he went up to the third floor, but found that there was ash on the opposite wall, and some verses were revealed. "If you raise your head to the northwest clouds, you will need a long sword if you lean on the sky for thousands of miles. It's said that this place is a place where you can see a bullfight in the deep of the night. I think the mountain is high, the lake is water-cooled, and the moon star is light. "

There are three characters of Wang Fugui.

This is the owner of the treasure house.

But the scholar who can write such a hand is called Wang Fugui?!

After a few steps, Li Fuyao could only step back a moment later. The richness of Qi left in that line of poetry was much better than that of him, but there was no attack.

Li Fuyao is puzzled. He doesn't feel any sense of sword in this pavilion, which means that the master of Wanbao Pavilion is not the master of swordsmen, but why does Qingsi want to make a great noise?

Li Fuyang looked down at the green silk in his hand. The latter is still trembling slightly now, not afraid, but excited and excited.

Li Fuyao sat down in his place, waiting for dawn to see the beautiful sunrise.

But after closing his eyes, his mind suddenly roared.

A white robed swordsman appeared in front of him not far away, but the sword in his hand was undoubtedly green silk.

Li Fuyao was stunned. He soon remembered the scene that he saw holding the green silk for the first time at the bottom of Jianshan cliff. The white robed swordsman fought alone on the top of Jianshan mountain to fight several demon monks and finally died of exhaustion.

Later, he learned that the former owner of the green silk, that is, the man in white robe, was a well deserved sword embryo!

Now the second time we meet, it seems not friendly.

Bai Zhihan, who carried the sword, looked at Li Fuyao and sneered: "why do you deserve to mention my Bai Zhihan's sword?"

Li Fuyao was stunned and didn't seem to know how to answer.

Bai Zhihan said indifferently, "answer me!"

Between words, there are innumerable sword meanings. Bai Zhihan's swordsmanship is just one step away from entering the sea. Even the ancestor of Jianshan was silent for a while. Looking at the sword that should have been in his hand, now he has reached the opposite green silk.

"The elder is dead. Why should he not give up this sword?"

Li Fuyao raised his head and looked calm.

He could not see Bai Zhihan's face, but he didn't know why. He could always feel Bai Zhihan's expression.

The latter raised the corner of his mouth and said, "if you want my sword, you should give the reason why you can use it."

Li Fuyao opened his mouth and said, "master, since Qingsi doesn't resist, why do you still do this?"

Bai Zhihan seems to have some strange expression on his face. The young man in front of him did not say what perseverance and ambition he had, but he just said that he was dead. Naturally, he should not worry about the ownership of the sword.

From Li Fuyao's point of view, no matter what is said about Kendo, it is of no great use. After all, the splendor of Kendo can be compared with the sword embryo now in front of us. It is a person who can be compared with the sword immortal Liuxiang.So I can only say that.

Bai Zhihan was obviously disappointed.

He threw out the green silk at will, "you don't deserve to learn my baizhihan's swordsmanship."

Li Fuyao took over the green silk expressionless, "Li Fuyao doesn't want to learn the swordsmanship of his predecessors."

Bai Zhi's cold smile dissipated.

Green silk sword is quiet again.

Li Fuyao was sweating.

When you open your eyes, the sky is already white.

It's just that I can't see any sunrise today.

No wonder the road on the mountain was so cold that no one could see it.

It turns out that it's hard to see sunrise after winter?

Li Fuyao walked down the third floor, but suddenly saw a group of people walking through the iron chain and came to the front of Wanbao Pavilion.

A group of three, two ordinary middle-aged men, one in a blue shirt, one in a black robe.

Another woman, with an ugly face, carried two daggers.

Li Fuyao came to the second floor, but Xie Ying had already got up. After a night's rest, he seemed to be in good spirits. However, after seeing the three men, Xie jiabaoshu looked gloomy.

Li Fuyao asked in a low voice, "what's the matter?"

Xie Ying said with a wry smile: "remember when eating dumplings, I said that we were a few people, just me into Huaiyang city?"

Li Fuyao nodded.

Xie Ying's face was bitter and astringent, "do you know why I didn't look for them when I went out of Huaiyang City, but wanted to hide from them?"

Li Fu shook his head.

Xie Ying sighed, "because these three people were watching me die. Even if I was lucky enough to come out of Huaiyang City, they would make up another knife, so that I could not return to the big week."

Li Fuyao frowned and said, "thank you. Someone in your family wants you to die. Don't you want you to be the owner?"

Xie Ying calmly nodded, "uncle can't live too long, so they should have some action."

Li Fuyao asked again, "do you know who it is?"

Xie Ying lowered his head and said in a low voice: "I know my every move, and at the same time, I can call the master of Xie family. Finally, I can guarantee that after my death, I will be able to sit in the master's seat. Who else can I have except my father? It's just that I don't know why the assassin of the state of Chen killed me before, but I lost an arm in vain

Li Fuyao was silent. For this matter, he really didn't know how to speak.

Xie Ying pressed the handle of the knife and whispered, "don't get involved in Xie's family affairs. I'll deal with it myself."

Li Fuyao didn't promise, "I'm here. You can't die."

Xie Ying sighed and said nothing. He tidied up his clothes and went downstairs alone.

Li Fuyao looked at his back and found that it was really lonely.

How can such a young man become like this?

He murmured, "Mr. Wang Fugui, what do you think?"

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would you like to, or would you rather not?

In a word, the old sacrifice wine of Xie entered the city of Shaoliang. Before entering the city, the emperor of the Zhou Dynasty really led all officials to greet him and gave him the greatest courtesy.

Even more, after entering the city, the old sacrificial wine said that he would walk to the post house, and his majesty readily agreed. He took the initiative to walk beside the old sacrifice wine and helped the old man with white hair.

Xie Chen Jun's health began to deteriorate last autumn. In fact, the old man also knows why his body suddenly plummeted, and his younger brother can't get rid of it. It's just that he believes too much in him and doesn't take precautions in food, housing and transportation, which leads to this situation. However, after hearing the news of Xie Ying's death, Xie Chenjun is not willing to go again Spend more time to regulate the body, so that the body will be worse and worse, until now this point.

No sorrow is greater than death.

After Xie's family was gone, the spirit of the old man naturally disappeared.

Walking on the empty street, his Majesty was silent. He really didn't know how to face the old sacrificial wine. Almost for the sake of the national war, he took out most of the Xie family.

And even Xie Ying's family and life.

For the old man, he had nothing but respect and guilt.

Xie Chen Jun said with a smile, "Your Majesty doesn't need to feel guilty. Ying'er died on the battlefield, and he died with the civil servants on the documents. In fact, they were all taken for granted. However, he didn't make a family with his majesty. The old minister felt a little lost. As a child, Ying'er was already the most outstanding descendant of the Xie family. He was not bad in martial arts and art of war. At that time, the old minister asked Ying'er whether he wanted to be a famous knight errant or to lead an army to open up territory for the great Zhou Dynasty. Guess what, your majesty? At that time, Ying'er, who was only in his teens, should be a general in charge of a country's army With such ambition, the old minister is very happy. However, the boy said that he studied the art of war from now on, but his martial arts also declined. Now he is a master. It's a lie to say that I don't have high hopes. It's just that I always dream about him these days. This time, I was thinking that if I went back to the original time, I would ask him if he would like to study and get fame. I would like to leave these things to others. Your majesty, don't blame me for his attitude. It's because I have no children I'm really treated as my own son. "Although he was laughing, his majesty couldn't hear the sadness.

His majesty gently comforted him and said, "I fully understand the old man's mood. Xie should be the pillar of the country. If it had not been for him, this week would not have been so peaceful."

After several steps, Xie Chen Jun raised his head and asked, "if Ying'er is still alive, will his majesty really marry the princess to him and not care about the ancestral system?"

His majesty did not hesitate to say: "that is nature."

Xie Chenjun nodded, and then he said in a low voice: "the old minister thinks that Ying'er is still too harsh and lacks some care. He only wants to let him grow up and become the backbone of Xie's family in the future. In fact, it's too late to plan something for him. The most sorry thing for Ying'er is Xie's family."

His majesty sighed and did not know what to say.

Xie Chen Jun walked forward a few steps before he said: "I came to Shaoliang city not to embarrass your majesty, but to solve the situation for your majesty. All the courtiers are watching the old minister's reaction. In fact, the big week that I most hope to see is the same big week as before."

His Majesty's eyes were moist.

"After that, you may have to borrow your Majesty's Shaoliang city as the place where the old minister went for the last time."

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