"The ship is at sea, the horse is in the mountains. Look far away, everything is sad! ”

A thin old man in linen and silk cloth, the expression between his eyes was quiet, like a jade halo that was indescribable, and the calmness between his eyebrows was comparable to the vine roots of a century-old tree, and the bottom could not be seen.

The back of his hand was covered with bronze spots, and between his slender fingers was a black jade chess piece, which was pressed heavily on the criss-crossing chessboard with a long sigh.

"Then Gu Lei is really as you say, and can take on a big responsibility?"

Opposite the thin old man, there was a person sitting cross-legged, his hair was a little white, but his body was like a tiger that chose to devour people, and the majestic aura of the king who was about to come out in front of him in a word.

The thin old man didn't seem to be affected by half a point, he calmly took out a chess piece from the chess world, and said a sentence lightly, which made the old man sitting cross-legged opposite look stunned, and the hand holding the chess piece was not put down in the air.

"Wang Zuozhicai!"

Seeing the hesitant expression of the old man sitting cross-legged, the old man in sackcloth glanced down and threw the black jade chess piece he was holding in his palm back into the altar.

"Five years ago, this person's reputation first appeared, and the shadow I cast out handed over the news of this person, and after I considered it, I dispatched a whole team of shadows to stare at this person carefully, and after half a year of information collection and sorting, I personally presided over this person's polishing plan."

The old man in sackcloth got up slowly, walked to the window with his hands behind his back, looked at the blue sky outside the window, and continued to speak slowly.

"In five years, dozens of secret confrontations, he went from the beginning of the rout, to half a year ago he was able to fight with me in the army.

I used the lives of dozens of rogue horse thieves on the grassland to teach him little by little the skills I had learned for half my life.

He may not know why there are so many rogue horse thieves in a small border town of Helan, he is now a little short of internal affairs ability, but where this kind of thing stays, it will be worn out over time.

Did you know that compared to his strategic talent for leading the army, his talent for internal affairs is not inferior or even excessive. ”

In the empty side hall, the dry voice slowly echoed, and as soon as the tail note fell, a hearty and relieved chuckle was heard, and a white jade chess piece fell heavily.

"I'll slay the dragon!"

The night was dark and it was a gloomy day.

The cavalry squad approached the gate of the northern capital, and the night wind straightened their dark police, and the majestic horses galloped with all their might, but did not bring out the slightest sound.

Under the night sky, this royal city made of huge trees and stone foundations stood silently on the flat Shuofang Plain, like a mountain rising out of thin air.

"Who? If you dare to take a step forward, you will let go of the arrow! Suddenly rows of torches were lit on the castle tower, and the leader of the warriors of the Chengwei shook his swords, and the archers exposed half of their bodies. Their bows were full, and their arrows shimmered with cold iron.

The horses neighed in a low voice, and the cavalry stopped under the city gates. There were about forty or fifty of them, and each of them was dressed in black police that covered his entire body.

They were covered with hoods covering their heads, and they couldn't see their faces clearly, and the pins of knives at their waists struck on the saddles with unsettling sounds. The warriors of the Chengwei rushed down the castle tower in droves.

The spears were combined in a row and the gates were blocked.

The centurion who was the leader of them carried a slender saber and stepped forward vigilantly, pointing at the knight at the leader with his saber: "Without the order of the Maharaja, you are not allowed to enter or leave the northern capital at night!" Those who dare to rush through the level can die on the spot! ”

Two black horses galloped silently out of the cavalry, swords locked around his neck before the centurion could react. The two samurai each covered the knight with half of their bodies, and they didn't say a word.

The two sides struggled to stalemate, and the centurion took a few steps back, his eyes fell on the two cold war knives, and he was surprised to find that the blades were actually with subtle serrations, like countless small canine teeth biting together, hooking the flesh of his neck, painful.

"Tiger ······ Haw Par Riding ·····" He said hoarsely. Throughout the grassland, the best at using this toothed sword were the elite cavalry of Qingyang, which could easily cut through the leather armor and the enemy's body.

"Put down the knife!" The leader of the cavalry let out a low snort, and he shook off the black hood that covered half of his face, revealing gray hair and sharp eyes.

The horse trotted up. "This is it!" The Maharaja finally reined in his horse, waved his whip and pointed at his feet.

They didn't know how long they had been galloping on the grassland, but Dahesa only felt that the cavalry had gone to the southeast, and then turned to the west, making a big circle.

The tiger and leopard riders dismounted and spread out their defenses around it. They were all capable samurai, vigilantly leading the horned bows to scatter around, gathering in groups of three or four to prevent a sneak attack.

The fire was lit, and the Maharaja waved his hand and asked Dahasa to sit down with him and roast the fire.

The Maharaja was silent thoughtfully, and it was inconvenient for Mahasa to interrupt his thoughts. He looked around and didn't recognize the place, it was a sunken place, surrounded by high grassy slopes, and there was no wind in silence.

"It's weird to bring you here, isn't it?" The Maharaja said suddenly. "You've been doing strange things a lot, too."

The Maharaja smiled: "Sha Han, I remember that when my father fought two decisive battles with Emperor Fengyan of the Eastern Continent, you always followed him to deal with the paperwork, didn't you?" ”

Dahesa nodded: "Yes, it was almost fifty years ago. ”

There are not many people in the Qingyang Department who are really proficient in the Eastern Continent script, and Dahesa is one of them, and in order to delve into the astrological classics, he has worked the characters of various ethnic groups since he was a child.

"I heard that the Great Emperor of the Eastern Continent sent a letter to my father to persuade him to surrender, but my father only replied with five words, saying 'Fight, only die, not surrender.'" ”

"King Chindahan's war letter has always been so short, but the letter of the Eastern Continent Emperor is not long, I still remember that it was thirty-four words, saying that 'life is short, the soldiers are ominous, the corpses are millions, nothing more than the people, the king, even if the body is punished by the axe under the Nine Shadows, can the heart be at ease?' The scholars of these two letters in Donglu are said to be the emperor's handwriting, and they have different styles and bones, but they can teach their children and grandchildren. The Maharaja sighed lowly: "For so many years, there is no hero on the grassland who can negotiate face-to-face with the people of the Eastern Continent·····"

He fell silent. Dahesa turned his head to look at his silent side face, and his heart suddenly lit up: "Someone from the Eastern Continent is coming!" The Maharaja raised his hand to stop him. Yes, someone came. It's just that it's not ordinary people who come. The Maharaja lowered his voice and shook his head again. Dahesa looked into his eyes and felt a sense of awe. He and the Maharaja have been friends since childhood, when the cavalry in the north of Shuo broke through the gates of the northern capital, thousands of horses galloped around the golden horde, countless torches were thrown, almost turning the Maharaja and the golden tent into a sea of fire, and the Maharaja also wielded his heavy sword as usual, commanding the only remaining companion warriors to fight to the death. Who did the lord of Hokuriku fear? Dahesa really didn't know, and even if he did, he was just a hero in history like King Xun and King Chindarhan. He stuffed a pot of tobacco in the smoke pot, lit it and took a puff, and held it to the Maharaja: "Take a puff? The Maharaja took it in silence and took a hard breath, and the green smoke rolled out of his nostrils, and he let out a long breath and regained his former vigor. Shahan, what do you say is the greatest power in the world? ”

"The greatest power in the world?" Dahesa hesitated for a moment, "Those are the hands of the Celestial God, right?" In his left hand he holds the axe that splits the heavens and the earth, and in his right hand he holds the sword that kills all life in the world, and he holds the axe and the sword in both hands and turns, and with each turn, the heavens and the earth are born and destroyed. "Do you need to tell me this?" Which of our children in Qingyang has not heard the story of Panzhang Tianshen······ But those people say that it is the stars, and those people say that the movement of the stars and the heavens is the master of everything, and even God cannot change it. Shahan, do you believe it? "The movement of the stars? But everything is in the hands of the gods..." Dahesa suddenly stopped, and turned his ear behind his back. He listened for a moment, then suddenly got up and ran a few steps that way. The voice finally became clear, it was a man's voice, his singing voice floating in the dark night sky, accompanied by some kind of musical instrument that was whispering, like a flute, but the voice of the flute was not so low, like a sheng building, but the sheng was not so majestic. "It's coming!" The Maharaja also got up.

The samurai riding in the tiger and leopard gave each other glances, and stepped forward together, unfolding in the shape of a half-moon in front of the Maharaja and Mahasa, with the gap facing the direction of the Maharaja, and half-opened the horned bow in his hand. Dahesa touched the short knife in his chest. It is said that there is the soul of the bear king in it, and it is a holy knife to ward off evil spirits, and he wears it every day, but he rarely touches it. He felt a little uneasy in his heart, and for some reason, the song made him feel uneasy, and there seemed to be some danger hidden in the silence. "Calm down!" The Maharaja shouted. Dahesa listened to the man's song with all his heart, but found that he could not understand everything he sang, but there was a strange feeling that he had heard this kind of ancient song somewhere, as if it had been imprinted in his mind from very ancient times. The sound of the song and the sound of the instrument was close, and it was enough to listen to it from a distance, but the closer the sound became, the tighter Dahesa's heart became. He suddenly found that he couldn't tell where those sounds came from, east, south, north, west, everywhere, like countless people playing in all directions.

Singing Gu Xuan's song. The moonlight fell suddenly, and he looked up and saw a crack in the black cloud, and a full moon was hanging in the sky. Along that crack, the entire black cloud cracked and dissipated, and the starry sky was revealed, and the sky was full of clear light. In the vast grassland around it, the cold light of the stars and moon is reflected on every blade of grass. The vast and boundless grassland····· He was born on this grassland, but it was the first time that he felt that the grassland was so vast that he couldn't help but be in awe. The Maharaja pressed his heavy sword and looked motionless at the south. His gaze regained its sharpness, still the sharpness of the Lord of Hokuriku. In the direction of his gaze, the horizon shimmered with a blue-white glow, and shadows rose in the faint light. The dark shadow of the lone steed stood silently in the light, its owner holding aloft a huge prop on its back. He was as big as a giant god, and he was draped in heavy armor full of thorns, as if he had stepped out of an ancient fresco. Although it was only a silhouette, Dahesa felt his gaze—a condescending, imperial gaze. More dark shadows slowly rose and gathered around him, each one looking so similar. The horses spewed billowing white air, and the samurai adjusted their formation. They galloped up, the wind lifted their bird-black policemen, and the heavy armor pieces on their bodies struck each other with a terrifying thud, and the leader of the group held aloft the jet-black broadcast, and the cold silver light flowed on the broadcast. Dahesa wanted to step back, but he couldn't move his steps. Without blinking, he met the cavalry in the distance. His somewhat vague old eyes had become so sharp, and he was about to gasp when he could clearly see the muscles on the horse's body, the white gas spewed out by the horse, and the invisible coercion of the samurai's iron armor falling together like a wall in front of him. The samurai at the head of the samurai held aloft the air, paused, and plunged into the dirt. The ground seemed to shake, and the samurai turned over and dismounted, silently lining up in two lines, leaving a passage in between. The snorting sound that had been stopped for a long time rang out again, and Dahesa felt the pressure on his chest suddenly lighten up. The huge black woman suddenly rose, and behind the black sowing stood a man dressed in black, holding a round pottery, and his hair was silver and white. It was an old man, tall and thin, straight, with the same black pen as the samurai, as black as the boundless night, and half of his face was obscured by a high collar. The warriors of the tiger and leopard riders also felt the same terrible pressure, and no one gave the order, all of them were already full of bows, arrows on the string, and on the verge of fire. The entire formation has been turned into an anti-crescent, and if the arrows are fired now, then this mysterious team will be nailed to the center of the moon by dozens of feathered arrows. "Put away your bows and arrows! Stand back and make way for our guests. The Maharaja shouted. See you again, Mr. Shan Bikong. He bowed slightly to the old man. Thanks to the Maharaja, we are late. "The mountain blue sky bowed to his chest with barbarian etiquette," on the way, I met a large herd of millet deer fetching water by the river, and the moonlight shone on their soft backs, and their eyes were full of bounds, like a mother's chest. I coveted the beauty of the grassland, and I was a step late. He shook off the black police and sat down cross-legged by the fire. The Maharaja took Dahesa, and the two sat down opposite the old man. "The messenger crossed the strait the other day and sent a handwritten letter from our land." Shan Bikong stretched out his hand to signal. Among the samurai came a handsome young man, who, like Yama Bikong, wore no armor and embroidered a golden rose pattern on his black robe. Holding a crimson lacquer box in his hand, he half-knelt in front of the Maharaja, bowed his head and presented the box high. The Maharaja opened the box, and there was only a thin envelope inside. The Maharaja pulled out of the envelope a page of golden letters. He rubbed his fist back and forth in his hand for a moment, and handed it to Dahesa: "Shahan, look at what is inside. Dahesa was slightly surprised when he pinched the cage. It wasn't paper at all, but a thin page of gold, glowing dark gold in the moonlight. He forcibly and carefully unfolded the golden letter in amazement, and the two gold pages stacked together were separated, and the delicate Donglu script was engraved on the gold page with extremely delicate engraving, and a palm-sized seal was printed in the center: "The height of the extreme sky, the distance of the polar earth, the letter of the emperor, the majesty of Kyushu." His hand shook violently: "This is... "Is it true? The Maharaja asked in a low voice. It's true... Dahesa nodded, and he finally looked up: "I can't be mistaken····· When I was young, I read the letter written by Emperor Fengyan to King Chindahan to recruit him, and it was printed with this seal. Even the gap is exactly the same, when the Chao Empire fell, the emperor of the last days threw the founding emperor of Dayin with the stone seal of the town, and the stone seal was broken into two halves, and then it was made with a gold hoop, but this trace can never be erased. Shan Bikong nodded slightly: "Such a knowledgeable person can only be Shahan Dahesa, right?" This golden letter is the national letter from the Emperor of the Yin Dynasty in the Eastern Continent Tianqi City. Written by the emperor himself, cast and engraved by Shaofu craftsmen, printed with the seal of our Dayin Town. I am the messenger of the Great Emperor. "The Emperor of the Eastern Continent... Competence? "Dahesa couldn't believe what he had heard." It's not just the secret envoy," Shan Bikong said respectfully, "but also an alliance envoy who wants to change the future and bring great prosperity to the steppe barbarians." "Alliance?" "Yes, Shahan," the Maharaja spoke, "Mr. Shan Bikong claims to be the secret envoy of the Great Emperor of the Eastern Continent, and he has come to make an alliance with our Qingyang Ministry in the name of a vassal state!" "We also want to see the barbarians' powerful iron horses appear on the land of the Eastern Continent, galloping across the land!" "This can't be?" Dahesa said categorically, "I will never believe such a statement. Shan Bikong seemed to have expected his reaction, and just shook his head slightly: "In the era of Emperor Fengyan, of course it was impossible, but now..." He pondered for a moment: "The Maharaja and the Mahosa both know about the victory of the mighty king, right?" The fief in the southern barbarian land of Yuezhou has always been a loyal minister relied on by the emperor, although there were all kinds of bad rumors before, but the emperor Lu read him repeatedly served the king, and the royal family exterminated the Jin Marquis Qiu clan who intended to make trouble, so it has always been rewarded. But in April of this year, Ying Wuxiao appeared under the imperial capital with 5,000 thunder cavalry as if falling from the sky, took control of Tianqi City, and then 40,000 Red Brigade troops attacked inside and outside to break through the barrier of the imperial capital. Win Wuwu has completely exposed the face of the conspiracy thief, intending to coerce the emperor and order the entire Eastern Continent. "The Maharaja and the Mahasa looked at each other and did not speak." In fact, there is no need to deny that not only is it winning, but there are also many people among the princes who intend to dominate. The power of the empire itself has been weakened for many years, and it can no longer be suppressed by them, and if you can't win without Luo, there will be others who will raise troops. Now the princes that the royal family can rely on are probably only the Tang Gong Baili clan, but the strength of the Lower Tang Kingdom is really insignificant compared to other princes. It is for this reason that I sent a letter to the emperor, hoping to break through the restrictions of the years and form an alliance with Qingyang in the name of the Tang Dynasty. With the help of the barbarian iron cavalry, coupled with the financial resources of the Tang Dynasty, he did not worry about being able to subdue the princes and restore the majesty of the royal family. Dahesa still shook his head: "But isn't the emperor worried?" Isn't it the most taboo thing for our barbarian iron cavalry to set foot on the land of the Eastern Continent? The mountain blue sky sighed faintly.