Jia Xu saw He Sian's worry, and felt warm in his heart. Then he smiled and said: "Your Highness, there is no need to worry, Xu knows it well! I don't know about the food and grass problem. Can my lord find a way to solve it?"
He Sian nodded and replied: "Sir, don't worry, the Zhen family has been doing business for many years and has quite a lot of connections in the Central Plains. Sian has ordered his family members to exchange as much food as possible and secretly transport it back to Yizhou. In the past two days, it has been Arriving one after another! It’s just..."
Seeing He Sian hesitated to speak, Jia Xu took a deep breath of cigarette and continued: "Your Highness is wondering why Xu would stop the lord from implementing the plan to draw fuel from the bottom of the cauldron?"
He Si'an nodded and bowed: "Si'an knows that Mr. Si'an has far more control over the situation than Si'an. It's just that Si'an has been thinking about it for a long time. Whether it is considered from a short-term or long-term perspective, it will only be in vain." Casualties and wasted money and food, of course, Si'an has no intention of doubting Mr. Si'an, he just wants to ask Mr. Si'an to clarify his doubts!"
Seeing He Sian's discipleship ceremony, Jia Xu's eyes were slightly moist. It was not difficult to hear from his words that even though the arrangement of this matter was quite strange, judging from He Sian's action of preparing food and grass without saying a word, his name was The students who attend have 100% trust in themselves, and the reason why they ask this question is more out of curiosity!
Jia Xu was silent for a long time, and finally stood up and bowed deeply to He Sian: "Since Your Highness calls Jia Xu sir, it is inconvenient for Xu to kneel down. Please forgive Xu for being disrespectful. The reason for this cannot be explained to Your Highness!"
What does this mean, sir? He Sian hurriedly stood up and helped Jia Xu up, and asked with a solemn expression: "Is there... something hidden in it?"
Seeing that Jia Xu stopped talking, He Sian didn't ask any more questions. Both parties tacitly agreed that what just happened had not happened. After chatting for a while, the two of them went back to their homes. He Sian repeatedly told him to come for dinner in the evening, and Jia Xu said no more. Xu also happily agreed.
That night, He Sian, Jia Xu, Xu Shu, Zhao Yun and others gathered together, and in the end they just had a hearty drink, and the guests and hosts had a great time!
After nightfall, looking at Dong Bai who was lying beside him, unable to bear the trampling and falling into a deep sleep, He Sian wandered away...
It has been six years since I came to this world, and everything in my previous life seems to be just a dream. Looking at Dong Bai who was sleeping soundly, he vaguely recalled in his memory the scenes of Liu Bian, Dong Bai and Niu Niu playing together when they were young. He Sian felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier, and finally he hugged the beauty beside him and fell asleep soundly...
In a trance, He Sian seemed to have returned to the space where his memories were originally fused. The difference was that this time, there was no longer Zhang Daoling's immortal figure beside him, only He Sian was left standing in the endless nothingness.
A huge bubble appeared in front of He Sian's eyes, and a video was played inside like a movie. Take a closer look at He Sian's past after he came to this world!
Out of curiosity, He Sian stretched out his arm to touch the bubble, and the picture inside stopped abruptly. After releasing his hand, the picture continued to change.
"This is too advanced. There is even a pause button! Are you dreaming? Yes!" He Sian's consciousness was blurred, and when he was awake and dreaming, there were only bubbles in front of his eyes.
In this way, He Si'an was watching and touching the bubbles in front of his eyes from time to time, which was quite enjoyable.
I don't know how long it took, but just when He Sian felt that he was about to wake up, his heart suddenly shrank, and his whole body even froze!
Just when the screen switched, there was a moment of darkness, and it was in this blink of an eye that He Sian vaguely saw a figure reflected on the bubbles through the reflection of the bubbles.
This was nothing at first. It was like turning on the computer and there would be a desktop. When the power was turned off, the figure of him sitting in front of the computer would be reflected on the monitor. However... what frightened He Sian was the reflection in the bubbles at this moment. Not only were his eyes bloodshot, but the corners of his mouth were raised into a weird smile!
Waiting for a reaction, He Sian stretched out his arm to touch the bubble again, and the image suddenly stopped, freezing at the scene where He Sian met Zhang Lu, Jia Xu and others outside the city when he first arrived in Hanzhong.
'what happened? I obviously didn't reach out! Someone is controlling my body? ! '
Although he was extremely frightened, He Sian had no choice but to watch and let time pass by. During this period, he stretched out his arms uncontrollably many times to freeze the scene.
Just when He Sian was already numb, the scene in front of him finally finished playing. The bubbles gradually grew larger and finally collapsed. He Sian sat up suddenly, with cold sweat dripping from behind!
Looking around, he found that he was still lying on the bed, and Dong Bai's slight snoring could be heard next to him.
Looking out the window, the sky was already turning white at this moment. He Sian was about to get up, but his body seemed to be extremely tired from drinking too much wine and having a nightmare last night.
'It seems that last night's nightmare was caused by too many things recently! '
Thinking of this, He Sian couldn't help but smiled bitterly and shook his head. He didn't take it seriously, and continued to lie down and hug Dong Bai and fell asleep...
…
In a quiet room somewhere, a fat boy was meditating with his eyes closed, surrounded by countless golden Bagua patterns.
'flutter! '
The boy spit out a mouthful of blood. In an instant, most of the Bagua pictures floating around him collapsed, and he became sluggish.
After a long time, the boy finally came to his senses and looked steadily towards the east, as if through the wall and through the layers of fog, looking towards the Central Plains.
'Good friend, I used the Six Yao Technique to cover up the secret of heaven and help you buy fifteen more years. Whether the Central Plains can withstand this catastrophe in the future depends entirely on you... I can only help you so far. ...No, I should call you...grandson-in-law now! '
…
At the same time, in a hall somewhere overseas, a huge statue stood in the center. The statue had a green face and fangs, and wings on its back. It sat cross-legged on the ground, with eight arms distributed on both sides of the body, each making strange handprints.
In front of the statue, a middle-aged man is kneeling on a futon. Green smoke rises from the incense burner in front of him. Before it rises into the air, it seems to be pulled by an invisible force and sinks directly into the middle-aged man's wide-open eyes, ears, mouth and nose. Among them, the scene is extremely weird!
After a long time, as the incense in the incense burner burned out, the middle-aged man slowly stood up and turned around to reveal a pair of bloodshot eyes!
"Success?"
A crisp voice sounded from the side, and then a boy about fifteen or sixteen years old walked out of the shadows and came to the middle-aged man.
Seeing the young man's sharp eyes, the middle-aged man frowned, a little displeased, but still nodded slightly and said, "I just borrowed the master's power and successfully peeked into King Hongnong's past!"
"How? Have you found any suspicious people?" the young man asked.
The middle-aged man nodded solemnly, took a deep breath, recalled everything he had seen before, and recounted them one by one.
After a long time, when the middle-aged man finished his story, the young man snorted coldly and spoke slowly: "The person you suspect must be one of Xu Shu and Jia Xu. From this point of view, Jia Xu's possibility The biggest, after all, although Xu Shu is wonderful and beautiful, there are traces to follow... and based on your description, I can’t see through Jia Xu!”
"Is there such a possibility that King Hongnong himself is one of the four contemporary sons?" the middle-aged man asked.
"This is absolutely impossible!" The young man replied immediately, facing the middle-aged man's confused expression, and then slowly said: "Since I have decided to cooperate with you, I will naturally tell you everything.
The four sons of Yulong have been passed down from generation to generation. In every troubled time, four chosen people will accept the inheritance and become the four sons of Yulong today. It has a history of thousands of years.
Since the information I received when I received the memory inheritance five years ago, the four sons of Yulong in each generation will not be selected from emperors or even princes. Yulong Yulong is all about the word "royal". What we have to do is to find each other. He wanted to find someone he believed to be a wise master and try his best to help them unify as soon as possible and end the war. but...
According to what you said, Zhang Daoling is indeed a strange person! Before the fate of life and death is over, he can still arrange two back-ups in Heishan and Hanzhong for his grandson-in-law, and King Hongnong can be regarded as a wise master of the generation. Both in terms of understanding people and the ability to lead the overall situation, he is remarkable. I deserve Zhang Daoling’s love! "
"Don't lament. I've done what I should do here. How is the progress on your side? Do you have any clues?" the middle-aged man said.
"The Ziwei star is moving, and a son has been born. According to my secret investigation, I have basically determined the identity of that person!"
Hearing this, the middle-aged man looked happy and said: "Yes, but if you can find it out, the other three sons may not be able to find it out. You must be careful when doing it. You must let him die naturally, otherwise it will cause trouble for the other two sons." Suspicions will cause unnecessary trouble!"
"You don't need to teach me how to do things! I will do what I promise you, but..." The young man did not continue, but stared closely at the middle-aged man in front of him.
The middle-aged man did not dare to look directly into the young man's eyes. He turned away and looked at the statue on the side. His eyes instantly became extremely respectful and his voice became much thicker: "Gongsun Zan hereby swears in the name of my lord that as long as you can turn If you kill the other three sons, my lord will grant you a hundred years of rule!"
"Okay! Okay! Okay!" The young man said "ok" three times in a row, and then his face showed a sinister expression that was not for his age.
Looking at the somewhat crazy young man, the middle-aged man couldn't help but shudder, but he still couldn't help but ask: "It's just... I'm curious. The emperors of the Central Plains of all generations hope to be famous for generations, and their descendants will be affected by the legacy. , but for the sake of this century-old country, you destroyed the Central Plains barrier that has existed for thousands of years, and the consequences will cause millions of people to die tragically, and even cut off the inheritance of the Central Plains. Is it worth it? "
This question seemed to touch the young man's heartstrings. The young man slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then spoke softly, as if answering the middle-aged man's question, or talking to himself:
"The fate of my dragon-controlling lineage, no matter whether the monarchs I assist can be unified, will have to return to their respective formations to repair the formation when the time comes, until they die of old age. This inheritance will also be re-integrated into the world, and we will face troubled times again. The search for the next host continues over and over again. But... my goal is not to assist these losers, let alone be a waker! Instead of my family disappearing in obscurity, it is better to give it a try! Besides... history books will always be If you don’t speak of what was written by the victors, and if I don’t speak of it, who knows it’s our fault?”
Looking at the young man's sharp eyes, a word flashed in the middle-aged man's mind: 'The eagle looks at the wolf! '
