When people in the world make a decision, they tend to feel much more relaxed.
For example, if you want to play cards today, go play cards. If you want to go up the mountain, go up the mountain.
But of course His Majesty cannot do that.
The monsters in the human world have not subsided, they have just moved from Huai'an to Huangliang.
Those southern demon clans that once gathered in Bailu crossed the sea and finally got entangled with Cong Ran Jianyuan's sword cultivators.
Therefore, even if someone like Han Chan doesn't really want to be the king of the south, when he faces many things and makes some decisions, he is naturally not as relaxed as Liu Sanyue and others have seen.
While standing quietly in the windward building, Han Chan felt as if he had aged several years.
From thirty-one years old, he jumped directly to thirty-six-seven years old.
It's just that this story clearly only started with the Taiyi Spring Festival in the first month of the year.
How could it be that several years have passed?
This sword cultivator from Liuyun Sword Sect sighed melancholy.
He couldn't remember how many times the young man from Zuo Shi's house had come here.
In short, when looking at the serious young man walking on the palace road, Han Chan always felt a little bored.
You are at peace.
But what about me?
Naturally, Jingjing didn't know what Hanchan was thinking, so he walked through the palace passages respectfully, stopped at Yingfeng Downstairs, and said something to the attendant.
Then the attendant who was waiting downstairs hurriedly climbed up the tall building - this was probably a very strenuous task. Their majesties always like to stand on tall buildings a hundred feet tall to look at the world, so they suffered a lot from the messengers.
Although Han Chan had seen Jingjing early in the morning, he didn't say anything. He just sat down in the building, looked at the sword not far away, put his hands on his hands and meditated.
It took the attendant a long time to climb up, and it took a long time for Han Chan to come back to his senses, look at him and say, "Let him come up."
The waiter ran away again helplessly.
So after a long time, such a young man slowly walked up the tall building.
"Tranquility has met the king."
Han Chan sighed and said, "What's the matter with Ning Qing?"
The young man bowed politely and said softly: "General Zhao still hasn't returned."
Han Chan sat there, looked back to the north, and said calmly: "Whether Zhao Gaoxing wants to come back or not is not something that can be decided by him alone. It was his choice to stay in Nanyi City. Now the Huangliang army has been exhausted. Returning to the other side of the great swamp, things in the north are beyond your reach. If you think he should come back, then go and bring him back yourself instead of coming to the palace all the time to say annoying words."
Jing Jing raised his head, looked at Han Chan, and said seriously: "This is the story caused by the king's original decision."
Han Chan smiled softly and sat crookedly on the low couch, resting his cheek on his hands.
"Yes, yes."
Just such a sentence.
Jing Jing fell silent and lowered his head. He didn't know what he was thinking. After a long time, he raised his head again and looked at Han Chan seriously.
"Actually, I would rather see the king at the beginning. Although he seems a little unhuman, the emperor should be like this, approachable, and this is the attitude that the world should have, not the monarch."
Han Chan smiled slightly and said: "Since ancient times, emperors have often become ignorant and trusting when they reach the end of their reign."
"Your Majesty has only been on the throne for less than half a year."
"How can half a year not be a lifetime?" Han Chan chuckled softly. "I have been a killer for nearly twenty years. Ever since I entered the Liuyun Sword Sect, I went to Yeyu Cliff. But in the past twenty years, the people I have killed are far worse than sitting in a palace like this. So many people were killed. Tranquility, the measure of the world is not just years, so why can't half a year be a lifetime?"
The young man was silent for a while and said slowly: "Maybe, but this is not the reason for the king to indulge like this."
The smile on Han Chan's face gradually faded, and she looked at the young man quietly.
"Then what do you think we should do? Do something you know you can't do, and use the blood of the world to fight some meaningless war?"
This sword cultivator probably showed such a cold and sarcastic look for the first time since he came to Huangliang.
"Are all Huangliang people as overconfident and whimsical as you?"
Jing Jing raised his head and looked silently at the His Majesty, who was wearing a simple plain undershirt.
Hanchan is from Huaian.
Hanchan is of course from Huaian.
This was even something Hanchan had emphasized many times with the people of False Capital, let alone such a young man.
The young man was silent for a long time, knelt down silently, and said softly: "Yes, Your Majesty, all the people in Huangliang are like me who do not overestimate their abilities. But Your Majesty, when you also talk about Huangliang and Huaian's At that time, you should also know that although these two places have been under the Gale Dynasty for thousands of years, they have never been truly integrated. So this is not a whimsical story, but sometimes we think When I think about it, it is really difficult to put myself into those identities on the other side of Daze. In other words, the king has always emphasized to me the identity of the Huai'an people, so why not be like this? People who are of the same flow but not of the same mind are like this in the world. Is it really right?"
Han Chan looked at the young man in front of him quietly, but suddenly seemed to understand something.
The sword cultivator stood up, stood by the windward building, and said softly: "It turns out that sometimes the noisy things may not be true. Zhao Gaoxing talks about being the general of Zhenbei all day long, but in fact he is far inferior to you. Pious.”
The young man knelt there in silence.
Han Chan looked back at Jing Jing and said calmly: "I can understand the naive fantasy of a young man like you. Come on."
Suddenly the guard who was waiting in the corridor of the building came in.
"Kings."
Han Chan said calmly: "Send him back to Zuo Shi's Mansion and ground him for one year."
"yes."
The young man was taken down the tall building by the palace attendants and left.
Han Chan stood there quietly.
After a long time, March Yin, whom the fatuous King of Chu trusted, came up one high and one low.
"Senior brother seems to have had another quarrel with that boy."
Liu Sanyue said with a sigh.
Hanchan looked back at the ugly Taoist and said softly: "When he discovers that the king in the palace is not the king he imagined, he will naturally start to feel disappointed."
The swordsman said, but he laughed and looked at the young man who was taken away by the servants and was walking away on the palace road.
"He thought he was awake."
As Han Chan spoke, he fell silent, squinted his eyes for a long time, and then said lightly: "Maybe he is indeed awake."
Liu Sanyue raised his eyebrows and said, "Why is this?"
Han Chan said calmly: "From the very beginning, this young man never asked about the affairs of the Wujia who crossed the river. When he first entered the palace, he asked about Zhao Gaoxing's affairs. Although he had talked about it, It’s about using troops, but it probably also contains some advice.”
Liu Sanyue seemed to understand something and said softly: "So the young man's repeated admonitions are nothing more than a clear understanding of his identity and doing the things of Zuo Shiyanguan to persuade him to advance."
Han Chan leaned on the railing and smiled lightly.
"It's just that later he realized that he seemed to have persuaded the wrong person."
When on that palace wall, the young man discovered that His Majesty, who was drinking Huai'an wine, had never thought of taking Huangliang to a new level.
The King of Chu from the Liuyun Sword Sect said nothing more.
Of course, the story is just like this.
"Wu Jia has already set off towards Cong Ran territory."
Liu Sanyue took out some documents from his arms, looked through them and said.
"It's just that the goddess is in Nanyi City now, and her divine power is not as strong as that of Daze."
Han Chan hasn't been to the King's Palace of Chu for a long time, so naturally many things need to be seen by March Yin, who has no actual job.
But it probably has always been like this.
The reason why Huaidu's servants are ranked lower than one person may not be because this great demon is extremely close to Kamigawa.
Liu Sanyue wanted to hand those documents to Han Chan, but the swordsman just laughed softly and said, "Junior brother used to be His Majesty's Minister of War. He naturally knows better than me about military affairs, so why give it to me?"
Tranquility's words may indeed be right.
If it were Han Chan from before, even if he really couldn't understand it, he would at least take it and take a look.
Today's Han Chan probably doesn't even bother to pretend.
As Xuanxuyuan goes north, Jianyuan needs to check and balance the demon clan. In Huangliang, there are probably very few people who can threaten the existence of such a southern emperor.
Liu Sanyue smiled softly and said: "After all, senior brother is the King of Chu, and he is on a high-rise building. He always has to show off to the world."
Han Chan just said lightly: "Such a story won't last long, so why continue to act like it?"
Liu Sanyue raised his eyebrows and looked at Han Chan, wondering what this Sword Master brother meant.
Han Chan calmly looked up at the sky on earth, looked at it for a long time, and then looked back at Liu Sanyue.
"Junior brother, haven't you ever felt the sword wind blowing in the world?"
The ugly Taoist put away those things, walked to the Yingfeng Building, looked at it carefully for a long time, and then said softly: "My divine sea has been empty for a long time."
In this Taoist body, there are probably only those divine powers that maintain life.
Han Chan suddenly remembered something and looked back at Liu Sanyue for a long time.
Liu Sanyue looked at Hanchan with a strange expression, not knowing why he looked at her like this.
The Liuyun sword cultivator suddenly reached out and touched Liu Sanyue's eyebrows.
Such a sudden scene naturally made the Taoist a little surprised, but even if Liu Sanyue's divine sea was not empty and he had not entered the Dao, it would naturally be difficult for him to resist Han Chan's actions.
One finger was like a sword, and it seemed that the sword intention was rapidly traveling through the Taoist's body. It was not until he approached the divine sea that he was completely resolved by the divine power from Yao Ji.
Han Chan retracted his hand, turned around without saying a word, and looked at the world quietly.
Liu Sanyue looked at Han Chan very strangely.
"Brother, what are you doing?"
Han Chan was silent for a long time, then sighed and said slowly: "From today on, you are no longer March Yin."
Liu Sanyue frowned and looked at Han Chan, wondering what this meant.
The sword cultivator turned his head and looked at the Styx, which was hanging high above the human world and was being pulled toward the divine capital outside the false capital.
"From now on, you go to Huai'an and look for fortune tellers in Qingtian Dao. Maybe it's not too late."
Listening to Han Chan's extremely heavy words, Liu Sanyue asked in confusion: "What's too late?"
Han Chan said calmly: "Of course I had time to survive. Back in Daze, Yao Ji once gave the soul of Da Siming to a Taoist boy led by Bu Suanzi."
Liu Sanyue looked at Hanchan in surprise. Although he didn't know why Hanchan knew such a story, it was obvious that he couldn't understand why Hanchan mentioned such a thing.
Until Han Chan calmly picked up his sword from his side, pulled it out, and looked at it carefully for a long time.
A sword like that makes a gentle sound in the absence of wind, and trembles slightly when it doesn't move.
Just like Han Chan said, there is a sword wind blowing in the world.
Maybe it was someone in heaven who was waking up, so those eyelashes fluttered towards the wind on earth.
"The goddess herself cannot be protected, Liu Sanyue."
The Taoist finally seemed to understand something and stared blankly at the sword cultivator who turned around.
"When the power of the goddess dissipates in your body, no one can keep you unless you find the person with the soul of the Great Commander, Junior Brother."
But as Han Chan gradually finished speaking, the Taoist calmed down from his previous shock.
Liu Sanyue stood by Yingfeng Building and looked at it quietly for a long time, then said with a slight smile: "I won't go."
Han Chan looked at Liu Sanyue in silence.
"Why?"
Liu Sanyue smiled softly and said, "Senior brother, have you forgotten the long conversation by the Liu River?"
Han Chan squinted his eyes and thought for a long time, maybe he finally remembered.
——Today, if we regard heaven and earth as a big furnace and creation as a great smelting system, it will be impossible to pass away.
These are the words that the Taoist said at that time.
"I am a person who deserves to die. It is unreasonable to force me to stay in this world." Liu Sanyue said calmly. "Life, death, fate, and good fortune. If I couldn't bear to see my senior brother in Huangliang alone, he probably would have died in March after that snowstorm."
Liu Sanyue looked back at Hanchan and smiled slightly.
"Senior brother has not forgotten his original intention, so I am relieved that he died at this time. It is the right time and the right time."
Han Chan sighed softly, turned around and headed downstairs to Yingfeng.
"Hanchan's death is not a pity, but it would be a pity for my junior brother."
Liu Sanyue still said the same thing.
"Who's death would not be a pity?"
Hanchan turned around and saw that the ugly Taoist was smiling slightly.
...
Yunhu had nothing to do. When he was walking around Nanyi City, he discovered that Zhao Gaoxing, a young man from Huangliang who had been sitting on the side of the tomb mountain for a long time, disappeared without knowing when.
If that young man had left with Huang Liang's Wu Jia, the scholar probably wouldn't be so surprised.
It's just puzzling that it disappeared at this time.
As the center of the entire Nanyi City, Tomb Hill is naturally inaccessible from everywhere. Streets and alleys from all directions lead here. Relatively speaking, there are naturally more people here.
Yunhu stopped someone somewhere, probably someone who lived nearby, and asked sincerely: "Brother, do you know where the young man who was here before went?"
That person also had some impressions of such a young man - it was impossible not to have no impressions, after all, everyone knew at the time that those Wu Jia from the south, the nominal generals, were such a young man.
But the man said very seriously: "I don't know. I was also curious about where he went when he disappeared suddenly. Sir, maybe you can ask someone else."
Despite the rebellion in Nanyi City, this man still sincerely called Yun Hu Shizhi sir.
After all, to the world, a story told over a thousand years is no different than a story told over a hundred years.
Your Majesty's human world is of course very far away, and Xuanxuyuan is also very far away in Nanyi City.
They may also be somewhat caught in such a story, so confused that they don't know which side they should look at.
Yun Hu was silent for a while, nodded, and said softly: "Thank you."
The scholar inquired around Tomb Hill for a long time, and finally learned the boy's whereabouts from a woman who lived in an alley near Tomb Hill.
"Maybe the day before yesterday?" the woman said uncertainly. "Anyway, it didn't take long. I saw him suddenly stand up and leave with one step and three turns."
Yun Hu asked seriously: "Which direction are you going?"
The woman shook her head and said, "I didn't pay attention."
...
So such a young man may have indeed left Nanyi City.
I just don’t know where to go.
This actually made Yunhu feel a little regretful.
After all, that young man can be considered a disciple of Xuansheyuan.
As the gentleman of Xuanxuyuan, he naturally has to fulfill some responsibilities.
When the young man stayed, Yunhu thought that if the stories in the world calmed down in the future, it would not be impossible for him to stay in the Xuanxu Courtyard in Nanyi City.
But before the story of Huaian Nanfang ended, the boy disappeared.
But after all, the two of them didn't get along much. Yun Hu just sighed for a while, and then walked around in circles towards Nanjingfang.
When he reached the alley outside Xuanxu Courtyard, the scholar looked in surprise at a figure walking slowly in front of him.
"Mr. Fang?"
The figure walking in the alley of Xuansheyuan is naturally Fang Zhiqiu, the vice president of Yaofengzuyuan.
Hearing Yun Hu's voice, Fang Zhiqiu turned around, smiled slightly and said, "Long time no see, I don't know."
Naturally, the ages of Yunhu and Fang Zhiqiu were not too far apart.
It’s just that there is a sequence of hearing.
When Fang Zhiqiu became Mr. Xuanyuan, the young scholar was probably still reading seriously.
So of course it’s Mr.
Yunhu trotted over with some surprise, looked at Fang Zhiqiu and said, "Why did you come to Nanyi City too, sir?"
This is probably something that really shouldn't be done.
Even if the Xuanshe Academy chooses to be the enemy of Kamikawa, that is still a matter between the Aouniu Academy and the Wugui Academy.
For those gentlemen from the Wenhua Academy, there are probably very few people who can participate in such a story.
Even in the Xuanxu Courtyard in Nanyi City, the gentlemen from the Wenhua Courtyard stayed in the courtyard without going to Lingnan.
Fang Zhiqiu did not answer this question. Mr. Fengwuyuan of Yaofengzuyuan just looked at Yunhu with a smile.
"You have to learn to manage Tianxia Academy, Yunhu doesn't know."
