Repenting of the cliff, the wind is blowing, a monk in a robe stands on the edge of the cliff, and the wind blows the clothes fiercely. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info a leisurely and thin body like a butterfly with wings ready to fly, looking from a distance as if it was about to fly away.

Juan'er hasn't come to see her in a few days. Was it because he didn't protect her brother? Was she blaming him?

Qingyou was a little dazed, and the hermit behind him draped a cloak on Qingyou's shoulders.

"Young Master, you have been standing there for a long time. Hurt the body carefully. If you are sick, you will have to listen to the hidden complaints even if you turn around and even affect your subordinates. The hermit said in a low voice. Just thinking of the way Yin Yi inserted his waist and chattered to himself, the corners of his mouth pulled up a touch of arc.

"Hermitage, you said that we have to plan all these years, is it really worth it?" Qingyou sighed lightly. The voices were swept away in the howling north wind.

"The lives of the two brothers and sisters are given by the young master, and the subordinates don't know whether it is worth it or not, as long as it is what the young master wants to do, the subordinates will never give up. The hermit said solemnly.

In the cold wind, there was a figure galloping, kneeling behind Qingyou when he got close, and said: "Young Master, all the elders gathered in Shajiazhai and waited for the young master to discuss the matter. ”

Qingyou exhaled and replied, "Got it, you go down." ”

"Young master, now the situation in Beijing has become a crisis, as long as a letter ignites the fire, the entire capital will be blown into a mess. These patriarchs rushed to hear the news, and it was really shameless. The hermit replied indignantly.

Qingyou turned around and said, "Let's go." Let's meet these old horsemen. ”

You can't hide, you can only face it.

In the deep mountains and dense forests, there is snow, if you are not familiar with the mountain road. I'm afraid I'm going to be trapped in this mountain forest.

Qingyou and Yinxiu were very familiar with it, and they stopped next to a thick grass in a twist and turn. The hermit looked around vigilantly, then reached out and pushed the grass away, revealing a dark hole, like the open mouth of a giant beast, waiting for the arrival of its prey.

After passing through the traps, a bright light finally shines through. Qingyou raised her hand to cover her eyes slightly, and only after adjusting to the light outside did she put down her slender palm.

"Young master, you can come. Those old guys in there have big shelves, and it's really hard to serve. Liang Hu greeted him with a flattering face and said complainingly.

If Ye Juan was here at this time, he would definitely be surprised. Isn't the man in front of him the same as the bandit who kidnapped them in the first place?

And isn't this place in front of you the kidnapper's nest?

It's just that the entrance was bombed? At that time, the Shuntian Mansion brought people to check it in person.

But as the saying goes, there are three holes in the cunning rabbit. Although Liang Hu is an unruly bandit, he has a lot of thoughts about saving his life. In addition to the previously bombed exit, there is also a hidden exit on the hillwall behind the stockade. No one knows about him but him.

Fortunately, Liang Hu is also a visionary. After being subdued by Qingyou, he told Qingyou about the exit as if he was offering a treasure.

Qingyou was very satisfied with Liang Hu's honesty and reused it as usual.

It's just that according to Qingyou's cleverness, he naturally guessed that there must be another exit here, and he originally planned to spend a lot of effort to ask this secret, but he didn't want this Liang Hu to be so knowledgeable about current affairs.

"When you are old, you will inevitably rely on the old and sell the old. Just ignore it. He replied in a cold voice.

Liang Hu heard Qingyou say this, pressed his fingers and gurgled, and muttered with a fierce look in his eyes: I would have known that those old things would have tasted the fists of the master.

Qingyou pursed her lips and held back a smile, and all that came to her mind was the embarrassed appearance of those old horsemen who were beaten by Liang Hu and looking for teeth all over the ground.

The originally noisy conference hall quietly quieted down the moment you stepped in.

Qingyou naturally walked slowly to the top and sat down, looked at everyone with a cold look, although the voice was soft, but loud, and said: "Why don't you quarrel? If you are allowed to quarrel about everything, it will be solved." I'll let you quarrel here every day. ”

The faces of the people were different, some were snorting their beards and disapproving, some were ashamed, and some were looking at their noses and noses.

"Young master, today's Izumo country seems to be prosperous, but in fact it is rotten wood. I think that there will be a new round of chaos soon, this is a good time, if we can seize this opportunity, I think we will be able to fulfill the old master's last wish. Someone analyzed.

Someone else retorted: "We have been planning for many years, and we must not fall short at this critical juncture." The old man felt that it was better to be careful, and we couldn't afford to fail again. Besides, you and I know what kind of person Sima Chu is. This man is scheming, do you think he has no backhand? If we fail this time, will we have a chance to start again? I'm afraid that we old guys won't have the face to see the old master when we go underground. ”

As he spoke, he took his sleeve and wiped the cloudy tears from the corners of his eyes.

Qingyou's fingers unconsciously rubbed against the gap in the armrest of the chair. Knowing in his heart that the people in front of him were roughly divided into two factions, the conservatives advised that everything should be careful and not to rush into it. Radicals feel that the opportunity is rare and should give it a go.

looked at the noisy faces of the crowd. Qingyou shouted: "Enough." I have my own opinion on this matter. Don't worry about it. ”

For Qingyou's direct words, everyone was in a state of discord. In the final analysis, it is young and vigorous, and after suffering a loss, you will know that you regret it. It is said that the young master is bold and really has the demeanor of an old master. Some people say that you have any ideas, so that we can help with the reference.

As the saying goes, three stinkers beat Zhuge Liang. Our old bones have walked over more bridges than you've ever eaten salt.

"Do you really think that with Izumo's strength, there will be turmoil in such a short period of time? If it weren't for the young master's painstaking planning, do you think that Izumo's civil strife would have come early?"

Everyone was stunned for a while, and looked at Qingyou, who had a calm face, incredibly, not wanting this seemingly gentle young master to have such a deep calculation.

"Since the young master has a calculation in his heart, then we old men will not participate. It's just the same, I hope the young master will not forget the last wish of the old master. Don't forget the vengeance of the countless brothers who died tragically. ”

Qingyou nodded and said, "What are we hiding like rats hiding in the ground all these years? Therefore, we can't lose this battle, we can only win. ”

Everyone was silent for a while, the homeland was still there, and if the leaves could return to the roots, then death would be blind.

"Activate the dark piles that stay in the hometown. If necessary, provoke civil strife. In this world, only when there is chaos, can we have a chance. Qingyou commanded in a deep voice. A fire burned in his eyes. It was the release of the hatred of the country and the family that had been suppressed for many years, and it was the last cry of 50,000 heroic souls.

Many times in the dead of night, Qingyou thought about giving up countless times. It's too much of a treacherous road. It's just that every time he closes his eyes, the face in front of him is full of blood donations, he has no reason and no way to give up.

He is carrying the last wish of 50,000 soldiers. It is a swaying flower of hope born in despair.