Chapter 794: The wind is coming down from Mawei, and Xu Fengnian fights with Ziyi
The Qi Refining Master was a little regretful, and nodded, and the two of them passed away in a flash. They can’t afford this muddy water, and there are only a handful of them in the world.
The previous colleague Zhao Gou’s knife was not unsheathed, which was equivalent to Xu Fengnian telling them a cruel truth: under the celestial phenomena, it was just a move. The Qi Refining Master does not want to use his life to prove that “below the land gods are also a move.”
The blue-shirted Confucian scholar in a restaurant smiled and just poured himself a glass of wine.
The man in white frowned across the street frowned, and sat at the table next to him with a white and beardless man, wanting to speak but stopping.
The woman in purple at the top of Tai’an City hesitated for a moment, then flew over the roof like a flat ground.
From the south of the city to Xiamawei Posthouse, thunder thunder broke out on the flat ground. Song Tinglu, a young man from Dongyue Sword Pool, blushed and said angrily: “Master, this guy is too arrogant. Why don’t you count you as Master!”
The girl carrying many long swords covered her mouth and smiled, and her elbows were very ruthless.
Chai Qingshan said melancholy: “Since Master has never set a sword in Wudang Huishu Town, he will never be qualified to set a sword at him in this life, and there is nothing to be angry about. Tinglu, if you feel it is not worth it for your master, then practice the sword carefully, don’t fish for three days and two days of drying the net. A journey of martial arts can’t be eaten for the rest of your life by relying on talent alone.”
The girl made a face in the wrong and made a stone, and the boy snorted coldly.
The owner of the Wu Family Jianzhong at the inn window smiled and scolded, “This boy!”
An old man in the house reminded him in a sharp voice, “Don’t forget his duty.” This person was the eunuch who proclaimed the imperial edict to the King of Northern Liang at that time.
Wu Jian did not turn around and smiled: “Oh” Eunuch Bingbi who did not put on the big red python robe subconsciously took a step back.
Wu Jian’s tone was calm: “Lao and the King of Shu came to watch the battle this time to make sure that Cao Changqing would not take the opportunity to go to the palace, and you should not be more arrogant.”
The north-south imperial street was of strict hierarchy. A man leading a donkey who could only walk on the outermost imperial road honestly saw a young swordsman trotting quickly and shouted: “Young man, can you borrow a sword?”
The young man who was rushing to watch the battle at Mawei Posthouse was impatient: “Why!”
The middle-aged man bargained tone: “I am Tai Tai.”
The young man was stunned at first, and then laughed: “Get out of your egg! If you are Tai Tai A leading the donkey, you really think that you are the Tao Sword God. I am the King of Beiliang! Brother, otherwise we will fight here”
The man who led the donkey sighed, “Young people now.”
The young man glared and said, “Why are you not convinced!”
The man patted the old donkey’s back: “Old guy, I’ll go back later. I’ll use this sword to say hello to Cao Changqing, as if I’m saying goodbye to him.”
In an instant, on the straight line from the south gate of Tai’an City to Xiamawei Posthouse, as long as there was a swordsman with a sword, no matter men, women, young and old, no matter whether he was wearing a sword, no matter whether he was wearing a sword, no matter whether he was wearing a sword, no matter whether he was long or short, or even thousands of people, there was an inconspicuous middle-aged man standing beside him, holding the sword that they had unsheathed at any time.
Cao Changqing finally put down his wine glass and stood up.
A purple rainbow ran straight to Xiamawei Inn and ran into Xu Fengnian, as if she was still alive.
In front of the Imperial College, more than a dozen new monuments were erected not long ago, with Confucian classics written by the new Huangmen of the Hanlin Academy, for scholars and scholars all over the world to observe and proofread. The capital caused a sensation. Not to mention civil officials, even those old royal nobles who did not understand literature came one after another to show that they “respected literature.”
Two middle-aged Confucian scholars took a carriage to the vicinity of the Imperial College archway. Perhaps because of the scorching sun, there were not many students here to copy scriptures. However, when the two squeezed into a stone tablet, they still waited for half an hour, and they looked at each other and smiled. There was a young man with a small case in front of him squatted under the monument. He was shabby in his clothes. I don’t know whether it was a scholar from another place who came from the local area or a down-and-out scholar who stayed in Beijing to wait for the next spring exam in the Ministry of Rites after failing the imperial examination. I thought that the four treasures of the study on the case were used up to him. One of the middle-aged Confucian scholars bent down with interest and admired the young scholar’s fast writing at his desk. Young people dip ink very little and write very quickly every time. They probably use this to save money, but they still have meticulous outlines and are very beautiful.
The Confucian scholar bent down and nodded slightly, while the fellow Confucian scholar did not look at the monument or the person. He stretched out his hand to cover his forehead and looked into the distant sky.
The young scholar was focused on his pen and rubbed his wrists occasionally, and never looked up, so he did not find the two senior scholars beside him. However, even if the young man looked at them carefully, he could not recognize their identities.
After staring down for a long time, the Confucian scholar with a jade pendant hanging on his waist finally straightened his waist, moved gently, and walked behind the young man. He deliberately or unintentionally cleaned his clothes and blocked the scorching sun, and then asked softly: “Mr. Xie, you are all here.”
The man called Mr. Xie was not shocking and said, “There are all here, but not many people who really stand on Xu Fengnian’s side. Apart from Xu Yanbing, there are only white-robed Luoyang and the woman in red robe. Mr. Deng just wanted to take advantage of Cao Changqing’s death before he died. Both sides would definitely stop. As for Cao Changqing’s trip to Beijing, he probably wanted to say a few last words to Xu Fengnian. Otherwise, with Cao Changqing’s previous temper, he would not have quietly entered the capital. Therefore, this time he would have invited Yan Shenggong to come here, which was a great move. With Wu Jian and Chai Qingshan attacking him, and with Yao, Jin and Han, Zhao Gou, it would be difficult even if Xu Fengnian was determined to act rebelliously.Furthermore, Xu Fengnian entered Beijing without authorization this time because the ban on the canal transportation was lifted. In fact, there is no need to be surprised and a sudden incident in Tai’an City. It can be finished with just one table and two stools. “
The Confucian scholar standing behind the young scholar said calmly: “It seems that Mr. Xie said he had missed His Highness the King of Shu. “
Mr. Xie smiled and said, “With Yan Shenggong, Xie is too lazy to be careless. “
The contemporary Yan Shenggong’s eyebrows were covered with haze, and he seemed to be a little angry, calming his mood, and said in a deep voice: “Mr. Xie hopes that Beiliang and the court will burn together so that the Shu king can get the chestnut in the fire with the help of the Mr. Shu king.”
Xie Guanying, who ranked first in the land immortal map, smiled and put away his palm, turned his head to look at the Yan Shenggong who was worried about the country and the people: “The loyal Gu Jiantang holds hundreds of thousands of Liao elites in his hand, and Zhao Bing’s army in the southern border is eyeing him, so where is the turn of Shu king taking advantage of the fire to rob?”
It seems that he knows that it is not a good thing to completely annoy a Yan Shenggong, so Xie Guanying no longer provoked and sighed and said, “To be honest, the King of Shu went north from Guangling Road to Beijing, I would not agree. After entering the capital, this is a place of trouble. If Xu Fengnian is crazy and wants to start a massacre, then whether you, Chen Zhibao, will you, stand by and watch, and then the world will be disappointed afterwards. It will be no benefit to stop it. Even the Minister of War has become the Minister of War early, and now he is the King of Shu. Even if you get a title of Dazhuguo that will not increase one soldier and one soldier, it will not be beneficial. At this time, Lu Shengxiang, Tang Tiexhuang and others could make a strong move. Chen Zhibao, Gu Jiantang and Yan Lawang are just separated by a line of cicadas, mantis or oriole. It is obvious that whoever is better patient will make more profits. “
Yan Shenggong frowned.
Xie Guanying chuckled softly, “Since the fall of the Qin Dynasty, there are only two types of people in the world who are not concerned about the surname: the first is the common people who can only be resigned to fate anyway; the second is the surname Zhang in Yan Shenggong’s mansion, which is earth-shaking, and Yan Shenggong or Yan Shenggong. What happened to Longhu Mountain? Yan Shenggong did not see the banished immortal lotus given by the gods, and now there are not a few purple golden lotus left. ”