In ancient times, only Chu Qin was good at fighting, compared with the heroic folk customs of the eight hundred miles of Qinchuan, Chu Di, who sat in the inner belly of the Central Plains, was a little more bookish, to put it simply, it may be the difference between a swordsman and a swordsman.

The city of Ezhou on the south bank of the river is quiet and lurking under the canopy, without the desolation and rudeness of the northwest, nor the small bridges and flowing water of the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River, and the nine-curved corridor.

The wind and snow sprinkled on the thick and atmospheric long street, Mei Qusheng rode a yellow-haired pony, carrying a bamboo bookcase, and a long sword wrapped in black cloth was still inserted next to the box, walking through the bustling streets of pedestrians, just like a scholar who traveled through Ezhou.

Green bamboo and plum wine, free with qusheng.

Mei Qusheng's previous reputation was no less than that of Xu Buling, who is now in full swing, but since Xu Buling's fame in the world, a generation of new people replaced the old, Mei Qusheng seems to have disappeared.

disappeared, not that Mei Qusheng was not strong enough, but that martial arts were just hobbies for Mei Qusheng, just in his early twenties, except for the second move in front of the Taiji Palace, he was studying at other times, strictly speaking, he was a scholar, followed by a ranger, and he didn't value his false name, and he didn't have the heart to compete.

The old master of Yuelu Mountain, originally planned to teach eight heirs, 'piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, swords, guns, swords, halberds', but unfortunately the old master's vision is too high, and his mind is on the word 'world', and he does not pay much attention to the teaching of the younger generations.

So far, two dead 'qin, chess, calligraphy and painting', and two less 'swords, guns, swords, halberds', strictly speaking, have not been made.

Mei Qusheng is one of the 'swords', and he is not interested in practicing swords, and loves to visit mountains and rivers and look for ancient and modern times.

According to Mei Qusheng's understanding, the old master originally wanted to accept Xu Buling as a 'gun' to teach, but he found that it was overkill, so he finally changed his attention and decided to use Xu Buling as a gun.

Being a gun is not a derogatory meaning, after all, on the big chessboard of the world, what can be used as a gun to sweep Liuhe is by no means an ordinary chess piece.

However, before using a gun, you must first arrange the field, otherwise the ground is full of dead branches and trees, and no matter how good the gun is, it will not be able to be used.

Mei Qusheng's purpose in coming to Ezhou City was to help Mr. bring a message, so that another key player on the chessboard could be the vanguard and clean up the venue first.

Pedal Pedal –

The cold wind blew the king's flag, and the horses stopped in front of the dismount monument outside the palace of the king of Chu.

Mei Qusheng came to the patrol armor with a bookcase on his back, talked politely and explained his intentions, and then stood on the side of the street and waited quietly.

Within a moment, the butler of the king of Chu appeared in front of him, and after several inquiries, after confirming that it was Mei Qusheng, he took him to the side door and entered the palace from a secluded place.

The palace of the king of Chu was built along the river, by the mountains and rivers, and the eaves of the buildings could not be seen at a glance.

Mei Qusheng passed through several porches, and in the garden behind the palace, he saw Song Zhengping, the king of Chu.

Song Zhengping, the king of Chu, has sword eyebrows and a hooked nose, a tall figure and slender limbs, and a grade similar to Song Ji, which can be regarded as a beautiful man in his prime. The old King of Chu is the second son of Emperor Xiaozong, and he can put his fief in the rich land of Chu, and he also has heavy troops in his hands and Chang'an to jointly defend the Northern Qi Dynasty, so you can see how much Emperor Xiaozong trusts the old King of Chu.

However, 'the most ruthless imperial family', siblings, biological fathers and sons can face each other with swords, and it is difficult to say what it will evolve into after two generations.

Mei Qusheng came to the garden, and Song Zhengping, the king of Chu, was practicing swords, not wearing a python robe, just an ordinary military uniform. Chu people are good at swords, and Song Zhengping, who grew up in Chu since he was a child, is the same, his movements are elegant, and his swordsmanship is old, if he is not in the back garden of the vassal king, no one will doubt that he is a ranger on the rivers and lakes.

Song Zhengping's swordsmanship was learned from Chen Daozi, the god of Wudang killing, and he also consulted the Cao family and other well-known swordsmanship families.

Mei Qusheng carried the bookcase on his back and stood quietly in the verandah to watch, his expression tepid. Qiandu Chinese Network

It was Ding Yuan, the first swordsman under the King of Chu, who fed Song Zhengping. Ding Yuan's position is similar to Yue Jiulou in King Su's Mansion, the first thug under the vassal king, his father was the head of the Great Qi Imperial Boxing Gym in the previous dynasty, and he also has the title of hereditary Marquis Wu. After the city of Chang'an was broken, the Ding family escaped from Chang'an to protect the last Emperor of Qi and did not retreat, and the door was almost dead.

Because the king of Chu doesn't move around much, Ding Yuan rarely makes a move, but when the iron eagle hunted the deer, the ghost lady in the heyday ran to assassinate the king of Chu, and the guards at that time Ding Yuan and Chen Daozi were not injured, and their martial arts were definitely not low.

Jingle Bell –

About half an hour later, the king of Chu put away the sword in his hand, took the handkerchief from the handmaid, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and walked towards Mei Qusheng, his face was elegant and easy-going, without the slightest bit of a vassal king's shelf, more like a confidant in the rivers and lakes, with a hearty smile:

"Mei Gongzi came and never went out to greet him, because the king was negligent. I heard that Mei Gongzi's swordsmanship is unparalleled in the world, I don't know if this Wang Fangcai's Tai Chi sword can enter Mei Gongzi's eyes? ”

was treated so politely, naturally because of the old master behind Mei Qusheng. There was no arrogance in Mei Qusheng's words, he just raised his hand slightly:

"Pleasing to the eye."

"Haha......"

Song Zhengping was self-aware, nodded and chuckled and didn't talk about swordsmanship anymore, took Mei Qusheng to walk in the garden, and asked:

"Mei Gongzi passed through Ezhou City, did he go back to Yuelu Mountain, or did he just come out?"

Mei Qusheng walked side by side, took out a letter from his arms, and said with a smile:

"I just came out of Yuelu Mountain, and I happened to pass through Ezhou, so Mr. asked me to run an errand to deliver a letter to the prince."

Song Zhengping glanced at the envelope, took it and looked at the seal, retreated left and right, opened it and glanced at it.

There were only a few numbers on the letterhead, but the weight of each word was extremely heavy, so that Song Zhengping, who was still breezy and calm, subconsciously stopped and looked at it carefully for a moment.

Song Siming...... Bodhi ...... Taiyuan ......"

Mei Qusheng did not go any further, standing behind to keep his distance and wait quietly.

Song Zhengping carefully finished reading the letter, frowned, looked in the direction of Chang'an, was silent for a moment, and then frowned:

"The news...... It's a bit of a fantasy, how can this king believe it? ”

Mei Qusheng smiled calmly and shook his head: "I'm just running errands, I don't know what is written on the letter, Mr. is well-informed and knows a lot of gossip, which is difficult to distinguish between true and false, believe it or not, what to do, it depends on the prince's own meaning." ”

Song Zhengping looked at the letter paper in his hand, and after a long time, he raised his hand to tear the paper up, threw it into the pond, shook his head and said:

"Mei Gongzi, please go back, this kind of thing is more suitable to be handed over to the current saint."

Seeing this, Mei Qusheng didn't say much, and after bowing, he turned around and left the garden.

Song Zhengping stood with his hands in his hands and frowned, and after Mei Qusheng left, he looked down at the confetti that was gradually sinking into the water, and after thinking about it for a long time, he still summoned the strategists......