In the night, Yuan Jian, the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect, headed north with two important guests, Ji Mingyue and Wang Cuiping.
There were more than thirty people when they arrived, but now there were only three of them left.
On the muddy path in the mountains, Ji Mingyue quickly shook the feather fan in her hand as she walked, feeling indignant in her heart. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, "Sect Master, just let that Hua Fengju go? Then the son of the Xishu Sword Immortal will not be killed either." Did Li Laoquan Sect and his thirty or so disciples just die in vain?"
Wang Cuiping, who was walking side by side with him, had a gloomy look on his face and was silent.
Sect leader Yuan Jian, who was walking in front of the two of them, his sleeves were blowing with wind, and he sighed calmly: "From the beginning to the end, I never thought about killing someone."
"Mingyue, when will you really calm down and think about the problem! Do you really think that I, Yuan Jian, am a reckless man like you, and that I will come to Qinzhou to kill the son of the Sword Immortal of Xishu when I am full? Do you think I don't know? Is there a Sword Immortal hidden in Osmanthus Town? Let me ask, killing the son of the Sword Immortal will not only make Hua Fengju feel resentful towards me and make him an enemy of the King of Shu in Western Shu, what other benefits will it bring to our Xiaoyao Sect? Can’t do it?”
Ji Mingyue became even more confused and asked, "If we don't kill the son of the Sword Immortal, won't our Xiaoyao Sect offend the one in the north?"
Wang Cuiping, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said: "It is precisely because he did not want to offend the man in the north that the sect leader went to Qinzhou in person. The man in the north wanted to use our Xiaoyao Sect as a spearman to test the King of Shu. Li Changfeng was actually captured in the early years. That person is just an informant placed in our sect."
Ji Mingyue finally realized, "Oh! So that's it! In this way, our sect leader is actually just like Hua Fengju. He is using the trick to show it to the guy in the north, and at the same time, he has also cleaned up the door for our sect!"
The three of them walked to a cliff and stopped slowly.
The blue eyes of the sect leader Yuan Jian flickered slightly, he looked towards the north sternly, and murmured softly: "He King Chensong of Wei wants to summon us Jianghu people like cattle and horses, and then wave them away. How can I, Yuan Jian, do the same? willing."
"The Jianghu people in my heart have never been the killing knives, water-testing stones, and river-crossing pawns of those who are good at wielding power. We Jianghu people have our own style!"
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During the five hundred years that the Dazhao Dynasty ruled the world, ten emperors came to power successively during the three hundred years of Wenzhao. On average, each emperor reigned for more than twenty-five years. But since the eleventh emperor of Dazhao Since Emperor Wu Lie changed his name to Wu Zhao, sixteen emperors have been replaced in just two hundred years. During their reign, these sixteen emperors either died young or died in battle. The shortest reign was only two years. The emperor's misfortune seems to have become an invisible curse for the Wu Zhaochen family in the past two hundred years. Fortunately, today's emperor Chunfeng's father, Emperor Shenwu Chenyao, overturned this statement, saved the face of the imperial family, and ruled for a full thirty-four years.
The dragon gave birth to nine sons, all of whom were different. Emperor Shenwu Chenyao had eight princes in total, with different personalities and different current situations. They are the eldest prince Qin Wang Chenqiong, the second prince Shu Wang Chenyu, the third prince Min Wang Chenhuai, the current prince Chenqian, the fifth prince Wei Wang Chensong, the sixth prince Chu Wang Chenjing, the seventh prince Yong Wang Chenxiong and the younger prince Qi Wang Chenxing. Among these eight people, King Chenxiong of Yong, Chensong of Wei, and the current Emperor Chunfeng Chen Qian were all born to Empress Dowager Dugu and were closely related by flesh and blood.
But being born in an imperial family, close relatives will inevitably fight each other. During the "Three Kings Rebellion" that year, Emperor Chunfeng personally forced his eldest brother Qin Wang Chenqiong to death, and personally killed Yong Wang Chenxiong, a compatriot from his mother's side. After that, he half pushed and half pushed his second brother Shu Wang Chenyu to Yan Linyuan in front of the Jinluan Hall, and then put his sixth brother Chu King Chenjing, who had offered the head of Xiao Qi King to him to conquer the capital, under house arrest in the capital.
Emperor Chunfeng did everything he could to secure his throne.
To this day, among the five vassal kings of the Wuzhao Dynasty, there are only three Chen clan members left. Among them, King Chenjing of Chu is still under house arrest in Yuhua Capital, living under the eyes of the emperor all day long; King Chenhuai of Min is extremely weak by nature, even in his fief, he has to be manipulated, so he can always resist. The name of the vassal king is still alive in the world; if anyone can be called the current clan king, it must be another one-mother compatriot of the current Emperor Chunfeng, the Northern Wei King, Chensong.
Although Wei Wang Chensong and Dang Tiantian were born to the same mother and were his biological brothers, the two met each other only a handful of times as long as they could remember. Emperor Chunfeng Chen Qian was weak since he was a child and was always raised by his mother, Dugu. Raised in the harem, King Chensong of Wei was just the opposite. According to legend, he could mount a horse and draw a seven-stone bow at the age of twelve. His martial prowess was extraordinary, so he was kept in the military camp by Emperor Shenwu for training. When he was fifteen, After being granted the title of King of Wei, Han Qi, the God of War of the Han family, who was one of the ten most capable ministers of the year, personally took him to the north to become a vassal. He also went to the northern border of the dynasty to resist the Northern Khanate's march south to the Central Plains. His numerous military exploits won over countless soldiers. The late emperor After he died of illness, the "Three Kings' Rebellion" swept across the Central Plains. Only Chensong stood still and remained in the north, preventing the grassland barbarians of the Khanate from taking advantage of the opportunity and entering the Central Plains.
Emperor Chunfeng naturally knew that his younger brother had great achievements, but he was helpless because on the day he succeeded to the throne, his younger brother Chensong had already taken over the Northern Territory from the Han family, the God of War in the North. If he were to suppress him, the northern border of the dynasty would inevitably be in chaos. Therefore, the emperor Chen Qian had worked very hard to suppress his younger brother secretly over the years, but with little success. As the only powerful clan king in the dynasty, Chensong has never left any clues in front of his brother in these years. His thoughts are very deep and difficult for ordinary people to figure out.
In the north, Zhuoye, the prefecture city of Youzhou, is the palace of the King of Wei.
In the night.
Chensong, the most powerful vassal in the current dynasty, was wearing a luxurious platinum python robe, with a steady and calm demeanor. He was sitting opposite an old man with an unattractive appearance and a skinny figure in a secluded courtyard in the palace of Prince Wei.
The small courtyard is called Fengchun Courtyard, which means "spring comes out of dead trees". The courtyard is filled with various rare plants and flowers from all over the dynasty, and it is full of vitality. The most powerful vassal king in the dynasty actually had a special hobby that was unknown to everyone, which was his love of collecting rare flowers and trees, to the point of being almost obsessed with it. Emperor Chunfeng once tried his best to install an informant in the palace of King Wei, in order to find out some flaws in the style of the most powerful official in the dynasty, so as to prescribe the right medicine. However, the informant has been undercover for more than half a year. , but the secret letters sent back to the capital were densely packed with records such as "Nothing to do today, enjoying flowers and grass", "Watching flowers all day, never discharged from the hospital", etc., and no useful information could be found. Chensong's two sons were also named after flowers and trees. The eldest son was named Chenqinzhi and the second son was named Chenjinliu. It can be seen that this dignified vassal king with a military background, apart from going into battle to kill enemies, has really unique and single-minded hobbies.
The vassal king Chensong fiddled with the "Other Flower" on the table that had just been sent all the way from Jiaozhou, which meant the separation between life and death, and asked confidently: "Then Xiaoyao Yuanjian went to Qinzhou in person, Master, do you think he will do it for you?" Did I kill the son of the Sword Immortal?"
The old man, who was respectfully called Master by the feudal king, had an ugly face and a large black mole under the corner of his mouth. He stroked his beard and said coldly: "It must not be possible."
Chensong held a delicate dagger in his hand, lowered his head to cut the messy branches and leaves of the strange flowers, and asked puzzledly: "Why do you need to waste so much effort to break my eyeliner in Xiaoyao Sect?"
The master looked at the first vassal king of the dynasty as if he were scrutinizing his unworthy descendants, and cursed angrily: "It's hard to carve out rotten wood! With young people like you, no wonder that person would say that my great omen only brings five good fortunes." century!"
The dignified vassal king still bowed his head and remained indifferent in the face of the old man's scolding.
The ugly old man thought about it and sighed again: "Hey, but speaking of it, Chensong is the only one of your generation who can still carve something. If I want to play chess with the sky, I can only The bet for the restoration of the country is all on you."
A trace of gloom flashed in the eyes of the vassal king Chensong. He raised his head and continued to ask respectfully: "Master, since you said that the son of the Xishu Sword Immortal is the reincarnation of Ziwei Xing, the Yan family of Xishu will one day overthrow my imperial brother. Dragon Chair, what will happen if I send someone to kill the child named Yan Longyu now?"
This old man who dared to criticize the family affairs of the current emperor said with a straight face and impatiently: "Idiot! Did I also say that the change of dynasties is a cycle of heaven? Even if you can kill someone who has not yet awakened his mind, There will still be three or four more crape myrtle stars in the future, until the crape myrtle reaches the top and the world changes hands. And how old are you and me to wait until the next crape myrtle star comes out again?!"
"Your ancestors and I asked Yuan Jian, the lucky leader of Xiaoyao Sect, to take the initiative and force him to go to Qinzhou to interfere with Yan Longyu's return to the south. This was just to help him awaken Ziwei's ambition to save the world, add fuel to the flames, and help him aspire to the world earlier. That’s all.”
The vassal king Chensong lowered his head so as not to show his sharpness, and said with a meek smile: "So, the day when that young man truly becomes the emperor is the time when, master, you will help me regain our fortune?"
The old man with an unattractive appearance nodded slightly, stood up and walked out of the small courtyard, saying: "You have some talent! You are worthy of all my years of cultivation."
"I send you my wife." The powerful lord of the dynasty, who had been lowering his head to play with flowers and plants, raised his head and stared at the old man's leaving figure, his face uncertain. In his prime, he was calm on the outside and arrogant on the inside. But for more than 20 years, But he never dared to confront the master who frightened him.
Because this old man who claims to be his ancestor, whose surname is Chen and whose name is Er, came from heaven.
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On the way back to Fushenzui, Hua Fengju was deep in thought and walked very slowly. He was not worried about the safety of his nephew. Even Qishan Baiyi said that the boy was some kind of star from the sky who came to this world, so how could he do it so easily? died here? It's just that after the middle-aged man met Xiaoyao Yuanjian, he felt that his heart, which had been cold for fifteen years, suddenly became hot and hot, as if he suddenly remembered that he had forgotten something important a long time ago, but what happened? I can't even remember what it was like.
The sky is turning white, which is the refreshing scene after the rain and the sky clears.
Hua Feng walked lazily and unknowingly walked to the street outside Fu Shen Zui.
After what happened last night, a sign saying "Thank you today" was hung in front of the front door. The door was closed tightly. Hua Fengju, who was already exhausted both physically and mentally, pushed the door straight in without taking a second look.
The light in the restaurant was dim, and the smell of blood was pungent to his nose. However, the bodies and remains everywhere had been cleaned up by someone. Hua Fengju looked around and found a person sitting upright on a seat by the window in the hall. He was sitting there. The young man Yan Longyu has not slept a wink here all night.
There was blood oozing from the bandaged wound on the young man's left arm. His face was haggard and there were tears in the corners of his eyes. After he slowly stood up, he asked calmly: "Uncle Feng, what happened last night?"
Hua Fengju replied truthfully and succinctly: "Someone set up a trap to kill you with the help of Xiaoyao Sect. Fortunately, the leader of Xiaoyao Sect just used the help of Senior He to clean up the sect and has no intention of killing you."
The young man asked: "Is that Duke Chong, Yao Chong?"
The middle-aged man said: "No, there is someone else."
Yan Longyu suddenly asked: "Then Brother Han Jianglong who died because of me died in vain? Did the fourteen innocent guys in this drunken life die in vain?"
Hua Fengju, who was already feeling a little irritable, came to the young man, looked at his bloodshot eyes indifferently, and solemnly said every word: "Yes! It's just a wasted death! Without me, without Senior He, without him Han Jianglong and Huang Wenmang, if those fourteen people had not died before you, your death would have been in vain! But what can you do? Can you avenge them just by yourself?" Maybe he felt that his tone was a bit harsh, The middle-aged man in blue shirt laughed at himself, raised his hands and put them on the young man's shoulders, "Okay, you are the son of the Sword Immortal of Xishu, a handsome young man that everyone admires, don't act like a lifeless little old man. Yes, give me a smile."
Yan Long Yupi grinned slightly without a smile, "Uncle Feng, you are coaxing the child. I am not as fragile as you think. I know that I am indecisive and can't make up my mind, but I don't want to embarrass my father. In the future, you Hit me more and scold me if you want."
"However, I am a person who holds grudges. I will definitely avenge them with my own hands in the future."
Hua Fengju suddenly felt a little relieved: the child had grown up.
Xi Shu Fengjue sighed with emotion for a while, then finally yawned and walked upstairs, "That's right, young people should behave like young people, and as a middle-aged man, I should go upstairs to catch up on my sleep."
"Uh~~ Where are the stairs!"
