"Writing is not an external stillness, but an inner stillness. Ge Lao can govern the army immediately, and he can govern the country when he gets off the horse, and he writes a good hand, and he also writes a good hand, so he should understand this truth better than me. ”

He writes slowly and speaks slowly, as if there is a small pause between words. So this game is not very long, he said it for a long, long time.

The visitor listened patiently to him, and finally stopped behind him. In the dark, his eyes were dark and bright. This is a strange phenomenon. Because the darker the eyes, the darker they should be in the dark. But his eyes were unusually black, but they were very bright and bright, like stars that could shine.

"Little prince, you can't do without you on the desert side. ”

The mausoleum keeper's hand stopped again, this time not a pause, but stopped writing, stood up and said: "Elder Ge, I am no longer a prince, please call me by my name directly." Between us, don't be so polite, don't let me remind you every time. I know I'm a slow talker, so asking me to remind you once at a time is an unnecessary ordeal for you and me. ”

"It's just a name. ”

"Salutation is important. Different names will remind people of different pasts. ”

"Okay, okay, up to you. ”

Who is Yang Juzheng? Who in this world would make him helpless? How many people in the world have seen him put on such a helpless appearance? But now, he made a helpless appearance in the face of this mausoleum keeper who lived deep in the imperial tomb.

Moreover, the age of this mausoleum keeper is even younger than that of his eldest son, the second son.

Even in front of the current emperor, he has never been so helpless.

So Yang Juzheng dispersed some of the majesty in his words, just like chatting with an old friend, and asked, "Zhao Xin, when are you going?"

Zhao Xin, the mausoleum keeper, asked rhetorically, "Am I going this time?"

Yang Juzheng said: "I have an idea. ”

Zhao Xin said: "Pavilion Elder, please speak." ”

Yang Juzheng put his hands behind his back, raised his head slightly, and said: "How many times can people live for a lifetime, how many times can the image of natural disasters be seen? This time, it is better for you and me to go together, as long as we join forces, everything will be ours." ”

"It seems that the elder is full of confidence. ”

"Is there anything else in this world that you and I can't do together? Don't you have confidence in yourself? Or do you not have confidence in me?"

Zhao Xin shook his head and said, "It's not a matter of faith. This breaks the rules. ”

Yang Juzheng said: "The rules are all set by people and can be changed." ”

Zhao Xin said lightly: "The rules can be changed, but this rule can't be changed." The whereabouts of the master of the Taihuang Gate are ethereal, and the dragon sees the head but does not see the end. The old monk of the Daode Sect is still nesting on the mountain. Here in the court, there must always be one person left. ”

Yang Juzheng said with a straight face: "The imperial court has accumulated prestige for many years, if there is no long-term premeditation, they will not suddenly make waves at this time." ”

Zhao Xin said seriously: "What you said is a kind of statement that is not certain. I can't gamble this uncertainty with the tranquility of this mausoleum. ”

Yang Juzheng persuaded: "But if we succeed, the imperial court will be more consolidated, and this place will continue to be peaceful." ”

Zhao Xin suddenly smiled slightly and said, "Even if you don't gamble, as long as I'm here, I can continue to be peaceful here." ”

Yang Juzheng sighed and shook his head.

Zhao Xin said in an unquestionable tone: "You and me, who is going?"

Yang Juzheng didn't answer, obviously he didn't want to settle this matter so easily.

Zhao Xin walked closer to him and said in a calm tone: "If you go, the odds will already be fifty percent." There are many people in the world who want to kill you, but there are even more people who are afraid of you. If I go, the odds will not be discussed for the time being, but I will never return empty-handed. ”

Yang Juzheng was silent, reminiscing about Zhao Xin's words.

Zhao Xin's tone was not a little proud, but he was prouder than anyone in the world. Those things that are stared at by the world's masters seem to be able to get them as long as they want it.

But Yang Juzheng didn't feel that Zhao Xin was proud, because what Zhao Xin said was the truth. Whether it's about him, or about yourself.

Seeing that Yang Juzheng was silent for a long time, Zhao Xin repeated the previous sentence and said, "You and me, who is going to go?"

After a long time, Yang Juzheng sighed lightly and said, "Mo Zhengwen, that old Confucian has assigned a lot of homework to the emperor, and you also know that the emperor is not a diligent person, so I still have to supervise and urge him." ”

Zhao Xin nodded and said, "Take care of the imperial tomb for me." ”

Yang Juzheng was just about to say something more, but Zhao Xin had already turned around and knelt down in front of the mausoleum. He took out his booklet and pen and continued to write.

Yang Juzheng smiled wryly and turned to leave.

"Fight and fight, when is the head? There is really no one in the world who is wiser than my father. In the darkness, Zhao Xin's soft whisper came.

After entering the wasteland in the desert, the population is indeed not as desolate as it was in the desert. Yang Fan and the disciples of the Imperial Sword Sect marched forward for two days, encountering a total of three teams. There are two sects in the same rivers and lakes as the Edgeworth faction, and they chatted with each other like a few words and went their separate ways. Everyone knows the purpose of coming to the desert to know each other, and there is no need to mix together, not to mention whether everything will be shared when the danger is encountered, and it is difficult to say whether it will turn against each other when it is time to harvest the fruits. It's best not to walk together, but people like Yang Fan and Long Min are exceptions.

The two of them entered the ranks of the Edgeworth Sect in a witty way, and then fought against the Nine-Eyed Demon Lord together, and they were already friends in life and death.

There is also a team of only a dozen people, and it is actually a dozen disciples of Lingxi Palace, one of the several great immortal sects in the world. These disciples regarded themselves as immortal sects, and their hearts were arrogant, and they didn't bother to talk to people from sects like the Imperial Sword Sect at all.

When the two factions met by chance, Qiu Shaojun greeted him very politely, but he was treated coldly by others.

It was also a parting of ways, but the disciples of the Imperial Sword Sect were holding some breath in their hearts. If it weren't for the fact that the other party had two disciples of the Little Soul Pill Realm, some of the disciples of the Imperial Sword Sect would have already been picking on right and wrong and looking for trouble. They have anger and pride in their hearts. Annoyed that the sect was attacked by the Nine-Eyed Demon Lord in the desert, and the master and his senior brothers and sisters did not know whether they were alive or dead. The proud thing is that at this moment, the son of Yang Juzheng, the first person in the world, is in their team. Whoever really provokes them is to provoke Yang Fan, and if he provokes Yang Fan, he will provoke Yang Juzheng. With Yang Juzheng, the confidence is still quite sufficient.

Walking for long periods of time is strenuous, and chatting is a great way to relieve the hard work.

These days of working together, not only Yang Fan and his disciples have become acquainted, but Long Min has also integrated into the Imperial Sword Sect. Since knowing Yang Fan's identity, many disciples were afraid of Yang Fan, but they wanted to know more about this young master of the Guogong Mansion, so they set their sights on Long Min. They didn't know, in fact, Long Min didn't know much about Yang Fan.