"After the trapped hexagram, the child will definitely fall into a dead end. This is what my husband taught me back then. I wonder if you, sir, can find a way to solve it this time." From the corner of his eye, he saw that there was no one else within a hundred steps except Zhong Qi. The Holy Master gently twisted his jade holder and spoke leisurely.
As he finished speaking, the old man's hand slowly stretched out from the cloak. The cold wind took the opportunity to get into the cloak and penetrated the old man's chest, making him unable to suppress the burning feeling in his chest.
"Cough...cough..." The violent cough forced the old man to bend his straight waist. The girl beside him could no longer bear it and rushed forward to support the old man.
"Grandpa Xiao! Yue'er is brave, please call the imperial doctor quickly!" Wang Yue'er could no longer suppress the urgency on her face, and she hurriedly asked for help from Jiuwu, who was watching all this with cold eyes.
The Holy One did not speak, but just allowed the old man to cough until dots of crimson appeared on the ground. The pupils in the majestic eyes of Ninety-five suddenly flashed red again, and the dots of scarlet seemed to be more attractive than the crimson in the snow on the ground. Not long after, the red light filled the entire pupil, and was about to swallow up the ninety-five pair of eyes. However, the old man who bent over from coughing suddenly stopped coughing, raised his eyes slightly, and looked at the ninety-five pair of pupils.
At this moment, the red light in Jiuwu's eyes seemed to show fear, and he hurriedly retreated towards his pupils, but it was still a step too late, and the old man saw him clearly...
Wang Yue'er beside her was originally concerned about Xiang Xiao, but she saw him suddenly raise his eyes. Not knowing why, she followed the old man's gaze and looked at Jiu Wu, but when she looked there, she didn't see anything unusual. Those eyes were full of majesty. Dignified, just like usual.
Knowing that looking at the emperor was a crime of disrespect, she glanced hastily and quickly looked away. When Wang Yuer turned to the old man again, she saw something in his slightly tired eyes that she had never seen before. With a look of shock and confusion, he was concerned about the old man's condition and asked.
"Xiao...Grandpa Xiao, what's wrong with you?"
Perhaps because the old man was looking at him intently, Jiuwu looked a little flustered for the first time in so many years. Before the old man could speak, Jiuwu had already averted his gaze, turned to Wang Yuer and said kindly: "Your Grandpa Xiao, My prime minister, Xiao, just has a recurrence of his old illness... Zhongqi, please send the imperial physician to diagnose and treat him immediately."
Zhongqi, who was waiting not far away, heard the emperor's order and hurriedly bowed and retreated...
"Grandpa Xiao, hold on a little longer. Uncle Huang has already ordered someone to ask for the imperial doctor..." Seeing Zhong Qi leave, Wang Yuer's heart finally dropped. She was still worried that the monarch and his ministers were so tit-for-tat, and she How to smooth things over? Fortunately, the emperor finally couldn't bear it and called the imperial doctor.
But before he finished speaking, he felt that the old man holding his hand had forced himself to stand up straight. With a doting tone, he spoke to himself: "Yue'er... you go first and go outside the imperial city to find your Zhang." , Uncle Wu, please go back to your home first..."
"How can this be done! Grandpa Xiao has an old illness, and I have to stay here to guard you!" Wang Yue'er didn't want to leave and wanted to stay by Xiang Xiao's side.
"Princess Minyue, what Prime Minister Xiao said is what I mean. Don't lose your temper. Just go. After the imperial doctor has finished diagnosing and treating Prime Minister Xiao, I will send someone to take Prime Minister Xiao back to his home." Rarely does the Holy Lord. In line with what the old man said, he spoke softly to Wang Yue'er, but it didn't sound like the old man's doting tone, but with an undoubted sense of destiny.
Although in Weizhou on weekdays, with Wang Tian and Xiao doting on each other, and being cared for by Zhang, Wu and other generals on the border, Wang Yue'er has always been fearless, but the recent events have made it impossible for her to say no anymore. , knowing full well that staying with Grandpa Xiao at this moment will only make the Holy Emperor displeased.
After thinking for a moment, Wang Yue'er's eyes were a little worried, and she looked at the old man who finally straightened up. He took a few steps back, uneasily withdrew his gaze, turned to the emperor, bowed slightly, and turned back towards the outside of the imperial city.
Not long after entering the corridor, the imperial palace door slowly closed with the sound of rubbing against the snow. The old but tall figure also gradually narrowed as the door crack became smaller, and finally with the huge closing sound, it completely closed. Disappeared from sight.
"No, Grandpa once said that Grandpa Xiao must not be allowed to face the Holy Spirit alone. We need to find a way..." The girl turned around for a moment, her mind was spinning rapidly, and she spoke to herself.
Her eyes were like spinning thoughts, constantly scanning outside the corridor. In Wang Yue'er's clear eyes, a person's standing figure was reflected, and the calm eyes like lake water showed waves.
"Yes!"
The moment she spoke, the girl walked away quickly without stopping, leaving behind only the closed imperial city gate in the darkness.
Inside the palace gate, the old man had stopped coughing violently and straightened his back. His face looked sickly and ruddy, but his eyes were fixed and steady, looking at Jiuwu who had turned around to look at the sky.
"Okay, there is no one else here anymore. Isn't that why you sent Princess Minyue away? If you want to ask me anything, just ask me." Xu felt the old man's gaze, but he still remained calm for ninety-five years. Staring at the twinkling stars in the night sky, he spoke to himself.
The old man listened to Jiuwu and glanced at his pale temples. He couldn't help but trance, and murmured: "Back then, there were many talents in the palace. The king, General Tuesday, and the seven sons of Qi Yun were all talented generals. The two princes, He is one of the most talented men in the world, brothers, friends and brothers, father and son working together, a prosperous world... I also claim to know everything about the world, but I can't win the battle on the Yangtze River. How did you defeat the enemy? How did you make the Southern Tang Dynasty willing to rule across the river with you..."
Seeing the old man's reminiscing expression, the Holy Emperor smiled up to the sky, narrowed his eyes slightly and said warily: "Hahaha, I didn't expect that there are things in this world that the unparalleled national warriors can't count... It's rare that the stars are shining tonight, and Xiao Xiang is not the same. How about taking a night walk with me and admiring the stars?"
"Your Majesty is rarely in a state of elegance, so I should sacrifice my life to accompany you!" The old man also saw that the wariness in his eyes had faded a bit, and there was a slight light in his eyes, and he immediately responded.
After hearing this, the Holy Emperor turned around, and Prime Minister Xiao followed suit. Seeing this, the soldiers in golden armor a hundred steps away wanted to follow him to protect him. However, the Holy Lord, who was walking forward by himself, raised his head and stopped him. The generals looked at each other, not daring to disobey the emperor. I had no choice but to stand where I was and no longer follow.
The stars are dotted like a river of falling stars, making waves.
The moonlight is lingering, hiding murderous intent, cutting through the torrential undercurrent.
Under the cover of night, the two masters and apprentices had already changed their postures of walking forward and following, and the relaxed atmosphere back then had long since condensed and surged.
"I know why you are here, but I also want to ask you a question. I wonder if you can answer truthfully." The Holy Emperor did not look back, but stopped and spoke calmly.
"Your Majesty asked, I will naturally tell you the truth." The old man behind him did not let go of the guard in his eyes because Jiuwu in front of him softened his tone.
"If back then, it was me who went north to fight against the Jin Dynasty, and the emperor's brother went south to attack the Tang Dynasty... In the end, it was me who killed the capital of Zhao, and the emperor's brother took over the world, would you, sir, be like now and pursue what happened back then?" Your Majesty asked again. When he spoke, he had already turned around, his eyes were calm, and he met the old man's eyes. There was no red light in his eyes, only majesty and clarity.
The old man saw it clearly, his eyes flashed with doubt, and then he stroked his beard and replied in a deep voice: "The change of dynasties is also the people's will. Whether he goes north or the emperor goes south, it is all determined by God's will. I dare not speak falsely."
"But you are a national warrior, an unparalleled national warrior, and you can count all the people in the world. Otherwise, why would you live alone in the mountains, rejecting the invitations of several princes, and only waiting for the father to invite you to come out of the mountain? Aren't you sure that the father is the chosen one? I can give you a lifetime of glory!" The Holy One opened his mouth, changing his expression that showed no emotion or anger before. When he spoke, he was full of anger.
Looking at his expression at this time, the guard in the old man's eyes had been replaced by a deep look of worry. He did not answer the slightly crazy emperor, but asked calmly: "When we won the Battle of Jiang..."
Before he finished speaking, the slightly angry look on the saint's face suddenly disappeared, he had returned to calm, and he opened his mouth to tell the truth about the past.
"At that time, on the order of my father, King Linqin of Jiang sent troops to protect the people. The emperor's brother led the elite cavalry to the north, while I led the Tianyun Guards to go south to Yingjiang to reach the Southern Tang Dynasty."
"I led an army of 50,000 people all the way south. When I was about to arrive at Luzhou, I found out the military report. The 130,000-strong army of the Southern Tang Dynasty had already crossed the Yingjiang River and would arrive at the foot of Luzhou City soon. I originally wanted to rely on the Yingjiang natural moat. It is no longer possible to resist the Southern Tang Dynasty."
When the old man heard the talk about the strength of the army in the Nine Five Years, his eyes showed a little sparkle, as if he had gone back to the time when he accompanied King Qi Yun to conquer the world. He took over the words from the Holy Sage: "Soldiers are valuable and quick. If the navy of the Southern Tang Dynasty cannot cross the water, If you block it, you will definitely fall into passivity."
The Holy Emperor seemed to be caught in the memories of those years, and said eloquently: "Yes, the enemy is outnumbered and we are outnumbered. The army of 130,000 has arrived at the gate of Luzhou City. I did not dare to be careless, so I ordered the army to march at full speed. Finally, when the Southern Tang army was far away from Luzhou When we were a hundred miles away, we rushed to the foot of Luzhou City."
"Inside Luzhou City
, has been in chaos for a long time, the king of Zhao is ignorant, the people are in dire straits, the governor of Luzhou has long abandoned the city with his family and fled. What is left to me is not so much a city full of people, but an empty city. "
Looking up at the sky and looking at the rotation of stars, His Majesty's eyes calmed for a moment, and he glanced at the old man with solemn eyes, and continued: "After entering the city, there were no stones or rolling wood. After I discussed it with Fan...he gave up, With the intention of defending the city, we decided to take the initiative to attack."
A light flashed in the old man's eyes. He didn't know whether he was praising the emperor for his courage to take the initiative to attack, or praising him for following his nine-win strategy in Prince Qiyun's palace: "The soldiers of the Southern Tang Dynasty are good at water warfare, but poor at land warfare, so we lured them to land." , the cavalry attack will be defeated..."
"Yes, I have kept in mind your teacher's strategy back then, and divided the troops into two groups..." The Holy Lord seemed to recall that battle in a dream, rather than talking to the old man, he seemed to be recalling...
Qi Yun's general, Zhou Min, and his second son, Qi Shao, were quarreling fiercely at the foot of Luzhou City. Qi Yun's soldiers, who were waiting for the battle, were all in a fog. They didn't know what was going on. Waiting for someone with good intentions to find out, it was reported to the army. Only then did Qi Yun's soldiers burst into laughter. It turned out that the two coaches were arguing over who led the troops to lure the enemy.
"His Royal Highness, when I sent out the army, I promised King Yun that I would never let the prince be in danger. As for luring the enemy, it is better to let someone lead the troops. The prince will lead the Qingqi to ambush. As long as the Tang army enters the Qing Valley, they will be able to block the front and rear. "When the prince leads his cavalry to attack again, the battle will be decided." Zhou Min stroked his beautiful beard and repeatedly dissuaded the second son who wanted to lead troops to lure the enemy.
Qi Shao raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "General Zhou and General Wang are the two generals under my father's command. They have fought with my father in the south and north for many years. They are also the generals this time. How can they act without permission? My father once said that in the rebellion against Qi Yun's army, Regardless of their status, they are all soldiers under the command of the general. How can I let the general lead the troops to lure the enemy? Old General Zhou must not fight anymore. It is decided like this. I will lead the army to lure the enemy, and Old General Zhou will lead the cavalry to intercept the enemy. .”
Zhou Min had fought for a lifetime and looked at the eldest son who had studied under Xiao Fushen. He was filled with joy and said in his heart: "If it weren't for King Yun, his two sons are both outstanding men. With the wisdom of the second son and his willingness to share the same fate with the soldiers, future..."
After calming down for a moment, Zhou Min immediately spoke: "Well, since His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is eager to achieve great results, Zhou will naturally be a beautiful man. However, the Crown Prince must bear in mind that there are many enemies and we are few. When we lure the enemy, we should not go deep. If we are surrounded, we should retreat if we want to." By then, it will be too late.”
After giving these instructions, Zhou Min seemed uneasy and said again: "Your Royal Highness, the commander-in-chief of the Tang Army, Tang Zaixing, is not only well versed in the art of war, but also a master of martial arts. I heard that this man is a once-in-a-hundred-year-old man from the Tang sect, a family of martial arts in the Southern Tang Dynasty. He is a prodigy with hidden weapon skills and is unstoppable. When he lures the enemy, such as a head-on confrontation, the prince should avoid him if he can, and don't fight with him."
Turning his head to look at the setting sun, Qi Shao tossed his cloak behind him, cupped his fists and said in a military salute: "Qi Shao will obey the general's order!"
