Not long after Murong Feng left, Zhuge Weiwei's bamboo forest hut was already full of people, Zhao Xuanji, the generalissimo of soldiers and horses, Kou Zhongyuan and Duan Xifeng of Western Chu were standing behind him, and Su Mingchuan and Western Chu Jiujian were also there.

Fan Xiaokuai squatted aside, writing and drawing on the ground with an iron sword in his hand, everyone didn't care about his ghost drawing talisman, but Su Mingchuan couldn't help but stare at the pen on the ground, slightly distracted.

The breeze blew through the bamboo forest, making a rustling sound, Zhuge Wei stood under a purple bamboo, through the gap in the bamboo leaves, looking at the stars in the sky, he came back to his senses for a while, and his eyes swept over everyone: "Your Majesty didn't come?"

Duan Xifeng opened his mouth and said: "Qi Yu Zhuang Master, Your Majesty is sick, just say that everything is decided by the Zhuang owner." ”

"Withdraw, don't be upset, be happy, Your Majesty is a big-hearted person, and the one who will sit in the world in the future is none other than Your Majesty. Zhuge Weiwei said lightly, if other people said this, it would make people feel ridiculous, but only the Western Chu National Master said it, which was convincing.

Zhuge Wei sat back on the bamboo chair: "Since Your Majesty is not here, there is no need to pay attention to etiquette, it is okay for you to be casual." ”

Except for Fan Xiaokuai, who changed from squatting to sitting on the ground, everyone didn't move, Fan Xiaokuai was speechless, rolled his eyes, come on, you are all readers, but I, Fan Xiaokuai, am an illiterate hillbilly.

"This siege and killing of the Son of Heaven of the Northern Wei Dynasty is directly related to the trend of the world, and it is another once-in-a-lifetime opportunity after the founding of our Western Chu, Murong Summit is the murderous knife, what Western Chu wants to do is to drag and divert the attention of the Zhenxi Army, and firmly contain Hong Xiguan and the military masters in the Zhenxi Army on the frontal battlefield, and do not give them a chance to withdraw. "Zhuge Wei I explained the layout concisely.

Everyone nodded slightly, Mr. Zhuge was so concerned about the life and death of a person It was a long time ago, that person was called the Tangtai Domain, the first in the world, unparalleled in the world. Now Mr. not only cares about the life of the Son of Heaven of the Northern Wei Dynasty, but also personally arranges to kill the Son of Heaven of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

"Generalissimo, now immediately gather all the soldiers and horses of Western Chu, and appear in front of the Zhenxi Army from the frontal battlefield in a surprise posture three days later, make the illusion of a decisive battle, Western Chu Jiujian and Fan Xiaokuai will go out with the generalissimo, if Hong Xiguan has the intention of withdrawing from the battlefield, he must not hesitate to do his best to hold him down, if it is a last resort, he can also fight directly with the large corps, using all the troops of Western Chu as bait, dragging the Zhenxi Army, and buying time for Murong Feng. After Zhuge Wei finished speaking, his eyes swept over everyone, and finally fixed on Su Mingchuan: "Mingchuan, you stay in Luoyang City, if the Tai'an City Shuanglong Great Array moves westward with qi luck, then you can start the Zizhu Great Array, if you have to do so, Xichu qi luck can also be used all." ”

Su Mingchuan nodded slightly, and was silent for a moment: "Pavilion Master, the Son of Heaven of the Northern Wei Dynasty, must he die?"

Zhuge Weiwei smiled slightly: "I must die, it has nothing to do with the righteousness of the world, the trend of the world, and it has nothing to do with personal grievances, Li Yuanhao's life and death is a game between me and God, if I win, the so-called sky will have more awe of the world, and the world will be much more comfortable." ”

It was a mysterious and mysterious witty words, and everyone present couldn't understand it, but the trust in Zhuge Weiself was buried deep in the blood, and what the Western Chu National Master wanted to do seemed to have never failed.

Everyone retreated lightly and prepared to go, but Fan Xiaokuai stayed where he was and never left.

"Xiao Kuai, you have already seen Huang Chunfeng's unparalleled sword intent when he fought the sky, the last time you saw how Murong Feng used the sword, Murong Feng also taught you the essence of his sword path, today, who do you want to see use the sword?"

Fan Xiaokuai pondered slightly: "Zhao Dunhuang, the sect master of the Southern Liang Sword Sect. ”

"Okay, it's time for you to see the sword of the most stable person in the world. Zhuge Wei flipped his wrist, and the small mirror reappeared in his hand.

I don't see how Zhuge Wei moves, the small mirror lights up, emitting a soft light, a bright and visible light slowly rises from the small mirror, like a cloud of mist suspended in the air, and gradually that fog begins to slowly outline the shape of the appearance, a dark mountain suddenly comes into view, a handle of the magic weapon is like the ink in the ink in the ink landscape painting, slowly rendered, inserted into the high mountains, except for a few acacia trees that can be seen everywhere in the world, the whole mountain is surrounded by sharp swords, and the sword is clear.

Zhuge Wei waved his sleeves slightly, and the sword mountain was more clear, lifelike, as if in front of him: "This is the sword mountain of the Southern Liang Sword Sect, there are tens of millions of famous swords, giving birth to Hongda Sword Intent, and it is the first treasure in the world. ”

Fan Xiaokuai nodded, his eyes were always staring at the illusioned sword mountain, and gradually, a figure appeared on the sword mountain, the man was dressed in simple clothes, his trouser legs were rolled up, he held the hilt of the sword with one hand, and pressed the sword body with two fingers in the other hand, sharpening the sword.

"This person is the poet sword immortal Zhao Dunhuang, the most righteous person in the way of the sword. Zhuge Weiwei said lightly.

"Knock Knock - Knock Knock"

The sound of grinding swords resounded through the Sword Mountain, in Fan Xiaokuai's eyes, the sword qi of the entire Sword Mountain continued to pull in the sound of grinding the sword, like a person who was breathing, the previous moment the sword sound was like a towering mountain, an endless abyss, a monstrous wave, murderous, and the next moment the peak turned around, like the wind passing through the woods, flowing water and clear springs, and the sound of the shepherd boy's flute, clear and melodious.

With the sound of sword grinding into his ears, Fan Xiaokuai closed his eyes, the sound of that sound was terrifying, like thunder, treasure light splashed, the entire sword mountain rose and fell, there were ten thousand swords prostrate in front of that person, bowing his head, Zhao Dunhuang's sword grinding sound has never appeared the slightest stagnation, driving out a different kind of rhythm, the rhythm overlaps with each other, endless.

After a while, slowly opening his eyes, Fan Xiaokuai exhaled a breath of turbid air, and a sword qi burst out.

Zhuge nodded approvingly, and was about to put away the small mirror, he couldn't help but be slightly stunned, he was attracted by a small figure on the sword mountain, in the mist that was conjured, a handsome child suddenly appeared, looking up into the distance, as if looking at Zhuge Weiwei.

The boy scratched his head, his brow furrowed, his face full of doubts and puzzles, he felt a pair of eyes watching him, but he didn't know who it was.

A smile climbed on Zhuge Wei's face, lying on the bamboo chair leisurely, squinting slightly: "Tianli Dao, the cycle of cause and effect, more than ten years ago it was Chen Jingyan, and now it is Li Yuanhao, if Li Yuanhao dies, is the chosen son of heaven this child? Hmph, what a game of chess." One day, more and more people will know the secrets of this world, and everything will come to light, and the world will be clear. People in the world are in charge of the affairs of the world, people in the sky are in charge of the affairs of the sky, and the well water does not interfere with the river water, which is the right way. You're in too much hands......"