As the general on duty today, he rushed to Meng Chang's side as soon as possible. Yang Jinkui saw Meng Chang lying on the nine dragon couch, his eyes closed and his face pale. What shocked Yang Jinkui even more was that his lips There is still a trace of blood on the corner.
In order to take care of and monitor Meng Chang, both secret and open sentinels near the Changchun Palace were well prepared, because Meng Chang was the key to conquering Shu. The greater significance is that under the current situation, the emperor can be held hostage to order the princes.
Yang Jinkui participated in the decision-making, so he naturally knew the importance of Meng Chang in the current situation. Even if he is not stationed in person, he is dispatched by his close associates who are currently around him. As a general who rose from the rank of Yajiang, Yang Jinkui knew the key to his responsibilities. Although there is no need to stand at the entrance of the hall with a knife and a gun all the time, the side hall for rest is close to the Changchun Hall.
The Changchun Palace was so densely packed that even mosquitoes had no place to escape. Although the palace was captured after a bloody battle, Qu Qubing and others knew that with the prosperity of Shuzhong at that time, it was impossible for the palace not to be protected by experts. .
But in fact, the ragtag group of people took over the palace. Qu Qubing remembered Liu Jixing's instructions and was careful to make the Wannian Ship. Even if he now controls the palace and Meng Chang, it is inevitable that he will not know whether Meng Chang's bodyguards will show up that day.
Yang Jinkui also knew the lethality of his people. Compared with ordinary Forbidden Army masters, it would not be a problem to fight one against three. But if you really compare it with those knight-errant swordsmen in the arena, it's still not enough.
Therefore, it can be said that Qu Qubing and others took great pains in arranging guards to monitor Meng Chang. Normally, even people in the temple will be supervised by these guards, and there are not many secrets at all. Although Meng Chang only has one Zhao Zhong and two Gong'e who were temporarily brought from the harem. However, Yang Jinkui's blood was racing with nervousness at this time, because there was an extra person in the hall.
A childlike Taoist with a black and white beard sat next to Meng Chang with his eyes closed. Two fingers of his right hand were resting on his wrist. He was obviously checking Meng Chang's pulse. Strangely enough, as a specially trained master, Yang Jinkui didn't feel Meng Chang's state at all at this moment, and he felt like he was being attacked by this Taoist.
Because this Taoist was sitting there with an air of immortality. Although he made no sound or movement, he gave people a feeling of grace and grace. Although Yang Jinkui knew that trusting a person based on his feelings was not what he should do in his position, he firmly believed in the person in front of him.
Yang Jinkui basically knew the current number of people in the palace and how many people were allocated to serve the emperor. Not to mention whether others among my colleagues will participate, just from the perspective of the secret party system, such a problem cannot exist.
Even like Qu Qubing and Wei Yiren, who are now in great power, one was his boss at the time, and the other is the nominally highest-ranking leader in Chengdu City. It can even be said that they are now the local emperors of Chengdu, but the creed and rules of the secret party are that party members can supervise each other. No matter who has dissent towards the organization or acts harmful to the organization, they can set up three parties on the spot. Party groups with more than one party member will deal with this person immediately.
Although the rules of this system and organization may sound a bit cruel, they have a very good effect on the rigor of the organization and the smooth development of the organization. As the founder of the party, Liu Jixing learned this experience from the Color Party in later generations. In this extraordinary period, it is really the best underground organization to use various separatist forces to develop.
It was obviously not his arrangement, but Yang Jinkui had no idea where this Taoist came from. He received favor in Prince Xing's Mansion and practiced Qi, which was envied by everyone in the world. Now I have just started cultivating Zhenqi. Although I have good external skills, it is obvious that at this time, I can't use them at all.
He couldn't see who the other party was from, but Yang Jinkui knew that the Taoist in front of him was difficult to deal with. This is a kind of keen perception that a hunter has when catching prey. Yang Jinkui knew that he could not get even half a step closer to the person in front of him.
More than ten guards were standing guard behind Yang Jinkui. They all followed near the Changchun Palace. Seeing this person who suddenly appeared in the palace, they all felt a sudden chill in their hearts.
Yang Jinkui looked tentatively at Zhao Zhong, who was kneeling beside him and crying softly, trying to see something in his eyes. But Zhao Zhong was crying with tears and runny nose, and didn't even look here. The two palace maids retreated far away, not daring to come here. They had obviously seen the horror of the massacre in the palace.
Although Yang Jinkui was suffocating in his heart, he was able to stand out in the military academy that day, and now he is able to take charge of his own role, and even became the apparent leader of the Shu Forbidden Army. This thought is still somewhat unique.
Thinking about the opportunities and experiences during this period, he followed Qu Qubing and took root in Shu. Naturally, hardships and obstacles were inevitable. Naturally, he knew that there were many masters in the world. Looking at the Taoist's expression, he naturally knew that he must not act recklessly.
At this moment, even if I want to swarm him, I'm afraid I won't get any benefits. Yang Jinkui couldn't stop smiling bitterly in his heart, because he was standing there, still ten feet away, and it was difficult to take another half step forward.
He waved his hand to stop his subordinates from making any imminent moves, and even withdrew the hand holding the horizontal sword. He saluted the Taoist with his fist and said, "Young general Yang Jinkui is now in command of all the people in the palace. I don't know what happened to your majesty. Please give me some instructions from the Immortal!"
He looked at the Taoist with a sincere attitude. Although his words were not refined, he did not feel like a rude warrior. He wanted to see something from the Taoist's slightly closed eyes, but the other party didn't seem to respond at all.
The Taoist kept his eyes closed and said nothing. The fingers on Meng Chang's wrist kept beating. Although his eyes remained unchanged, his head shook slightly. He seemed to be searching for the cause of the disease, or feeling Meng Chang's inner aura.
He seemed completely unaware of these people's actions and still carried out his actions. Even though his eyelids trembled slightly, he never opened them. Even half of his face was facing Meng Chang, completely ignoring Yang Jinkui's arrival.
Zhao Zhong was surprisingly not surprised by Yang Jinkui's arrival. He followed the emperor closely and had seen the horror of the refugees. At this moment, he had been kneeling and crawling next to the Nine Dragons couch, looking at Meng Chang on the couch with a sad face. He must have known that people like Yang Jinkui had come in. He usually didn't dare to raise his voice in front of Yang Jinkui, but he had seen Yang Jinkui kill someone with his own eyes.
Not only did he have no intention of greeting Yang Jinkui, he didn't even greet him as he should. He looked at the Taoist from time to time, as if to see if he had any reaction. It seemed that nothing could be seen from the eyes of the Taoist with his eyes closed, so he pursed his lips and cried sadly.
On the surface, Yang Jinkui didn't seem to care, let alone care about Zhao Zhong's actions. If a person is not afraid of death, what else will he be afraid of? He is so calm at the moment, he must know this Taoist.
Who is this Taoist who can actually give Zhao Zhong such confidence?
Yang Jinkui didn't think about this, but he was filled with extreme curiosity that this Taoist could miss the guards' eyes and suddenly appear next to the emperor in the palace. What a concept! It was no longer something Yang Jinkui could imagine.
Looking at this ordinary Taoist, Yang Jinkui's heart was filled with turmoil. People like him were useless in the eyes of the other party, and he had to admit that they were really useless in the eyes of the other party. Thinking of what Yang Jiong said to everyone when he was at the Military Academy of Prince Xing's Mansion, Yang Jinkui couldn't help but stand in awe.
There are thousands of masters in this world, and those who are not in danger are the most dangerous!
If he wanted to do anything to Meng Chang, his so-called guard group would not be able to play any role at all. If he wanted to kill people like himself, there would be no chance to fight back.
"Your Majesty is not seriously ill, but it was caused by long-term anxiety and sudden anger! As long as you adjust a little, your body will slowly recover!" The Taoist's voice was light, but he said to Zhao Zhong with a pair of slender eyes. Finally, he slowly opened it and turned his head to look at Yang Jinkui.
Yang Jinkui looked at the Taoist's indifferent eyes, and suddenly an idea came to his mind. He couldn't help but feel smart all over, and he couldn't help but straighten his body. He Yan smiled and saluted and said: "The Immortal Chief must be the famous Immortal Zhang Daozi Zhang Suqing in Sichuan!"
"You are young and have extraordinary experience. You really have a lot to do!" The Taoist did not deny that he was Zhang Suqing, and glanced at the soldiers who were constantly coming outside. He looked at Yang Jinkui with bright eyes and slowly stood up. He was taller than Yang Jinkui and looked tall and graceful.
Yang Jinkui felt the resistance all over his body loosen up. Although he was shocked in his heart, he didn't show it on his face. He looked back at the soldiers rushing over and waved for them to retreat. He couldn't help but salute again: "I have admired the immortal name for a long time. I thought I would meet the immortal in the palace, but I didn't expect such an opportunity. I always feel regretful in my heart! Because when I was in my hometown, I admired the immortal name for a long time. , I only have to wait until today for this fate to meet the immortal in person! But I am very excited and feel deeply honored!"
"No need to be polite!" Zhang Suqing waved her hand, and a strong energy lifted Yang Jinkui up to the ground for the first time, preventing Yang Jinkui from saluting again. Yang Jinkui secretly tried several times, but he couldn't bend down, so he was shocked and had to give up. Only then did he realize that the kind-hearted Taoist in front of him was not just a simple practitioner.
When he came to Sichuan to cure his illness, Yang Jiong and Shiwu secretly gave him advice and mentioned that there was a strange man named Zhang Suqing in Sichuan. He is the disciple of Mr. Guangcheng of Taoism and is deeply respected by the Shu Kingdom. His most famous paintings are the "True Portraits of the Twelve Immortals" and the famous "Eight Immortals" painted by Taoism. Not only is he responsible for all the Dharma of the Shangqing Sect, he is also one of the true disciples of Zhang Tianshi in Longhu Mountain.
Although he is not as famous as his teacher Mr. Guangcheng Du Guangting, he is after all a disciple of the original Taoist Master Tiantai Yingyi Festival. Yang Jiong and Shi Wu even speculated that Zhang Suqing's knowledge was no less than that of his master. However, because he devoted himself to cultivating Taoism and did not often mingle in the world of mortals, he was not taken seriously by the world's masters.
Yang Jinkui believed in Yang and Shi as gods, so he naturally kept their words in his heart. I also know that Zhang Suqing had disciples called Pengzhou Four Friends, who are now famous figures in Shu. Among them, Song Xing, the first disciple, was once the envoy of Shuzhong stationed in Prince Xing's Mansion.
After arriving in Shuzhong, Yang Jinkui learned the truth. The boy-looking scholar Wang Zhi, Wuying Deng Lin, Langli Iron Fist Dong Zhen, and their first disciple Si Mian Wei Tuo Song Xing were all the queens of famous noble families in Shuzhong. The family members all followed Wang Jian to Shu, which led to the glory of the family. Later, in the first year of Yingshun in the Later Tang Dynasty, Meng Zhixiang proclaimed himself emperor. Because of Zhang Suqing, the four families followed Meng Zhixiang and continued to be stable in Shu.
At first, the four of them had a good personal relationship with Mr. Guangcheng and sent their children to learn Taoism under Zhang Suqing. Among them, these four people stood out and became famous figures in Shuzhong. They were also one of Zhang Suqing's proud disciples. Dong Zhen, the fourth-ranked Langli Iron Fist, is the commander of the Pengzhou navy.
Yang Jinkui knew this information very well and knew that he almost missed Zhang Suqing himself. Although he admired him in his heart, he knew that he was a frequent visitor to Shu Palace that day. When he looked at Zhang Suqing, he couldn't help but guess the purpose of his appearance at this time.
Zhang Suqing looked calm, as if what just happened had nothing to do with him, and there was no change because of Yang Jinkui's compliment. But looking at the soldiers slowly retreating, the corners of his lips raised slightly.
"Pindao is nothing more than an external cultivator. The general holds great power at a young age, and handles things in an orderly manner. I have to sigh, what a terrible future! Now you have become an important figure in the palace. Although the situation is There are some differences, but they are beginning to show signs. I thought it was a great opportunity in my previous life. Although I am blessed, I still have to make good use of it!" Zhang Suqing slightly stroked his beard with his right hand, ignoring Zhao Zhong who kept winking at him, and looked at Yang Jinkui's eyes held a hint of meaning.
"It's natural for a certain family to save it. Thank you Taoist Priest for your generous advice! I just don't know if the Immortal Chief suddenly came to the palace. I don't know if he has a predestined relationship with His Majesty or if he is just in the palace all the time? A certain family is offending and boldly making remarks. I don't know if the Immortal Chief is free. Meet the two generals Qu and Wei with a certain family! So that they can also accept the teachings of the immortal!" Yang Jinkui was respectful. Even though his words seemed direct, he actually did not have the slightest force or intention. His cautious feeling made those around him The Imperial Guards all fell silent.
Zhang Suqing looked at Yang Jinkui quietly, as if he wanted to see clearly the true meaning of Yang Jinkui's words, and seemed to see that Yang Jinkui had no other thoughts, so he looked back at the impatient Zhao Zhong, but looked again without stopping. To Yang Jinkui.
"The emperor is loyal, please be kind! If Ruoqu and Wei want to see Pindao, they can ask him to go to Baiyun River in Qingcheng Mountain or Changdao Temple!" As soon as the voice fell, the figure disappeared, as if he had never been there.
Yang Jinkui looked at the soldiers and guards who were peeping at each other, and Zhao Zhong who looked frightened. Yang Jinkui couldn't help but look over at Meng Chang. As he lay on the couch, his breathing seemed to have calmed down, and there was a hint of blood on his face. He couldn't help but waved for everyone to disperse.
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Northern scenery,
Thousands of miles of ice,
Thousands of miles of snow falling,
Looking inside and outside Yanyun,
Only the vastness remains;
Up and down the river,
Suddenly lost his eloquence.
The silver snake dances in the mountains,
Original Chi wax figure,
I want to compete with God.
It must be sunny,
Look at the red makeup,
Extraordinarily enchanting.
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Attracting countless heroes to their knees.
Cherish the Qin Emperor and the Han Dynasty,
Slightly less literary;
Tang Zong Jinzu,
A little less coquettish.
A generation of genius,
Yelu Dayi,
I only know how to bend the bow and shoot at the big eagle.
All gone,
Count the famous people,
It depends on today.
An impassioned song "Qin Yuan Chun" was sung, the ups and downs of the tone were fascinating, and it made people's blood rush, but it also felt a bit heroic.
This is near Meihuawei, Daozhou, Chudi. Because it is not far from Daozhou, it has now become a small market town, and there is actually a small restaurant.
Strictly speaking, this should be regarded as the territory of the Han Kingdom in Lingnan now, because it has not been long since the change of ownership, and the people have not felt much change.
The restaurant only has two floors, and the side facing the window faces the market street. Because there is a huge walnut tree at the door, you can see the fruitful walnuts from the window.
Now is the season when black peaches are ripe. This restaurant owner is quite talented and has a business mind. Then something happened. Instead of picking these peaches, he made appointments with some people every day to drink and taste peaches in this restaurant.
Today is just before dinner time, and many people have gathered in the small restaurant. Most of the people gathered on the second floor, contemplating the peach blossoms in the window and the changes in Daozhou not far away. Because many people knew each other, among them there were four people sitting at a table by the window, but everyone was a bit unfamiliar.
A young man wearing commoner clothes and half-sleeved shorts looked a bit nondescript, but he also had a strange horizontal knife on his back. He was drinking with Chen Si, the shopkeeper at the table next to him, with a glowing face. There was a very handsome young man sitting next to him, looking at him with concern.
What is surprising is that there is a man with a calm demeanor on the table here. He looks very ordinary and calm, but he feels a little distant and ethereal. He never paid attention to this side. Instead, he and a masked woman sitting next to him would toast to each other from time to time.
"Chen Laosi, look at the lyrics of this song. How can you, a restaurant owner who smells like copper, be able to compose it?" A man dressed as a scholar seemed to have grabbed Chen Si's sore leg. , holding the copy of "Qinyuan Chun" that he had just copied in front of him, he laughed non-stop at the shopkeeper Chen Si, and kept praising it.
There were a lot of people sitting at Chen Si's table, and there were people at a few tables next to him, but no one was in a bad mood because of the scholar's heckles at Chen Si. Even Chen Si himself was not angry. Instead, he raised his glass to the young man and drank it all in one gulp.
"Good words must be good words! But it seems a bit wrong, doesn't it!" Chen Si's voice seemed a little loud, but it was a fact that was very resounding. As soon as the voice fell, the second floor did become quiet.
The commoner boy was not embarrassed at all, nor was he angry because of Chen Si's drinking talk. Instead, he laughed cheerfully: "I have never been to the north. My imagination of the ice and snow in the north comes from the descriptions of some people. Because I was young and frivolous, I talked nonsense after drinking. I hope you won’t be offended. Please forgive me for showing off your embarrassment!”
However, everyone did not continue to criticize him at all. Instead, they thought that a boy who had never been to the north and was so young could compose such grand and ambitious music and lyrics. There were so many emotions in our hearts that everyone could only raise their glasses to win.
In the eyes of others, when they hear this poem, they feel intoxicated by this kind of majesty and elegance, and feel that this is a real big shot. Ren is a character in this small place, and everyone has their own world in mind after all. The feeling welling up in my heart at this time is that this person's heart is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
Just ask, life in this world is only a few hundred years, but in the blink of an eye, dreams are just a smile. For example, all kinds of things in life, such as the wild geese in the sky and the earth, are just like clouds and smoke in a blink of an eye. But being able to transcend things, how many people in this world can do it.
How can ordinary people avoid the worldly world? They will inevitably develop greed, anger and ignorance for the wonderful things they encounter in life. Facing the prosperity and splendor of this place, everyone feels a sense of yearning. What's more, the person in front of me is not a worldly person to begin with. I dare to ask how many people in the world can compare with him?
Just now I saw this young man enjoying himself after drinking. Because everyone was writing poems and expressing their feelings, he couldn't help but express his emotions for a while. Even though he was young, he was standing there with a natural look in his movements. Although his face is not mature yet, he is full of vicissitudes and vigor. This is a kind of wisdom and vigor that can only be generated after experiencing the vicissitudes of life.
Everyone looked at his burly figure, and many people spontaneously felt a sense of majesty. It seems that this person is a master who comes from the depths of time, and he is also a wizard who comes from the top of the human world. Everyone in the world can only bow down and worship him.
Facing this young man's arrogant but not out of touch temperament, everyone naturally felt that he was so arrogant, but they were also shocked by his literary talents and ambitions. How many young men in the world can have such ambitions, and how many heroes in history have such ambitions? Side by side with such pride.
Just think about the young men in the world, or those seven-foot-tall men, who can have such feelings, how many people in the world can compare with them. All the heroes from all over the world, and all the other things in the world, will probably be a little less impressive in front of this son. Seeing this young man standing there proudly, his clothes fluttering, he seemed a bit free and easy.
Everyone is drunk!
From now on, there needs to be one more hero in the world. With such a mind and complex, everyone in the world can surely get it! From then on, the eagle will spread its wings and fly high. Wherever it is in the world, there is everything between heaven and earth.
