Tens of thousands of troops and horses of Song Yong and the two countries gathered under the city, and there was no hostility between each other, which inevitably made the Qi people in Tianlan City panic for a while.

The Northern Song Dynasty is enough to make them feel tricky, who would have thought that even Na Xiyong would come to join in the fun? In addition, Lu Shuqin did not do anything and did not go to court for several days, and the ministers of Qi couldn't help but feel that the day of annihilation was not far away.

In the palace of King Qi, Lu Shuqin, who was sitting on the throne, looked a little gloomy.

Although Zhang Liangyuan looked confident, he was still very worried in his heart.

The two armies of Song Yong outside the city had already begun to mobilize, and they must soon launch an offensive against Tianlan. And as soon as Tianlan is broken, it means that the great country that his father single-handedly defeated will die in his hands.

He was unwilling to accept such an outcome.

Lu Shuqin clenched his fists tightly.

What he wants to do is the first emperor of the ages who unified Kyushu and established the Great Qi Dynasty, not the second Qi who was evaluated by later generations as a mediocre and dead country.

Lu Shuqin took a deep breath and asked in as steady a tone as possible, "What did Zhang Gong say over there?" ”

There was only one man in the hall besides him.

Che Tian lowered his head, clasped his fists and said, "Zhang Gong said that although the Northern Song Dynasty had the Yong army to help, it did not have much impact on the situation. As long as they can survive for a while, there will be a dispute between Song Yong, and then it will be an opportunity for Daqi. ”

Lu Shuqin nodded, and asked again, "What about General Wei?" ”

"General Wei has responded to the request of Zhang Gong, once the city defense is tightened, he will take action."

"Huh."

Lu Shuqin said coldly: "As the Wei general of my Great Qi, I don't want to serve the country when the country is in danger, and I have to ask him to be willing to make a move, he Zhao Wenqi is really a loyal minister of my Great Qi..."

"The minister knows that the king is quite dissatisfied with Zhao Wenqi, but as Zhang Gong said, he really needs his force right now."

Che Tian said helplessly: "There is an unknown martial arts master in the Northern Song Dynasty, and there is also a spear king Qi Shen who doesn't know what realm that Xiyong has. If the king didn't use General Wei, Tianlan's city wall alone might not be able to stop the Song Yong coalition army. ”

"Loneliness knows the weight."

Lu Shuqin gritted his teeth and said: "The shame of surrounding my royal capital will definitely be repaid by the Northern Song Dynasty and Xiyong a hundred times in the future!" ”

Thinking of the last look on Lu Zhao's face that year when he faced the north and died, Lu Shuqin slapped his hand suddenly: "Especially the Northern Song Dynasty!" As long as the Great Qi is not destroyed today, Gu will lead the troops to break through Yanping, and use the blood of the Zhao clan of the Northern Song Dynasty to pay tribute to the first king of my Great Qi! ”

……

On the chessboard, black and white are fighting together.

Under the ferocious attack of black, white retreated one after another, and could only shrink into a corner, looking like he was about to lose the whole game.

The old man held a white chess piece in his hand and stared intently at the chessboard in front of him, as if he was thinking about where to go next.

There was only one old man in the house.

He was playing chess with himself.

Since he was a child, Zhang Liangyuan's greatest interest has been playing chess with himself.

It's not that he doesn't play with others, but he thinks that there are too few people in this world who are worthy of playing against him.

In fact, this Qi Zhi cunning fox, whether it is chess strength or wisdom, can be said to be the leading figure in Kyushu.

He changed the Lu family from a low-class clan in the Northern Wei Dynasty to the royal family of the current Qi State, he made the remnants of various countries submit one after another, and he made the Qi State the overlord who occupied the land of the Seven States.

He is the prime minister, one man is above ten thousand, the king respects him, the officials flatter him, and the people fear him.

He has done everything a literati could do.

But just as he was content with what he had gotten and deliberately annoyed the king and wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to retreat, the situation changed.

Everything came so quickly, the Qi State suffered defeats one after another, and even the general Yang Zhiyong died on the battlefield.

Large swaths of the country have fallen, and the once glorious Qi State has less than two states left.

The barbarians in northern Xinjiang were in civil strife, and the Song people waved their troops south, and the troops were in Tianlan.

Zhang Liangyuan understands that this is not unrelated to his laxity, but it is also undeniable that there must be masters behind the Song army who are pushing all this.

The peerless military advisor who caused trouble in Kyushu and left countless infamy joined the chess game again after many years.

"Smack."

The crisp sound of falling children sounded.

"Now that you have entered the game, the old man will watch from the wall."

Zhang Liangyuan said softly: "Tianlan is the plate, the soldiers are the sons, let's fight the winner, the poisoner." ”

……

Zhao Wenqi sat cross-legged, and in front of him was the quaint long sword that had been with him for many years.

This ancient sword has a very strange name, called Tianguo.

Whether it is a sword or a swordsmanship, it is all taught by the master, and the name of the sword is naturally taken by that person.

Whenever it comes to the sky, most people in the world will praise the merits of the sky with awe, of course, there are also people who say that the sky is not long-sighted, or shout that I want to go against the sky, but that is a minority after all.

Thinking of what the master asked him to do, Zhao Wenqi didn't think what the name of this sword was.

Since even the sky can be killed, it is really nothing to take the name of the sword.

Zhao Wenqi held the hilt of his sword.

"Boom!"

The blade was unsheathed, and the sound of the sword echoed through his not-so-spacious room.

The sky rises and swallows will be south.

The Song army went to Tianlan, and the sky also went to Tianlan.

What the master entrusted, this may be the best opportunity for Zhao Wenqi to complete it, and it is also the last chance.

The master and Lu Zhao can be said to have changed Zhao Wenqi's life, the latter gave him his life, and the former allowed him to see the scenery of the peak of martial arts.

Even if it was just to repay the favor, he Zhao Wenqi had to complete it.

Zhao Wenqi walked to the window with his sword.

It was still snowing lightly.

Zhao Wenqi closed his eyes.

He had a hunch.

Tomorrow, he will not only meet the so-called heaven, but also the man who once eclipsed all the martial arts masters in the world.

Although Zhao Wenqi has not been able to find the man in the past few days, he knows.

That man is in this Tianlan City.

……

An atmosphere of impending storm permeated the city, and even the people knew that a great war was coming.

The streets that used to be bustling with traffic have become empty, and the doors of various shops are closed. The people were hiding in their homes, fearing that they would be affected by the war.

The middle-aged man with a handsome appearance did not feel any nervousness, on the contrary, his expression was very cheerful.

After all, no matter how happy Song Yongqi fought in the Three Kingdoms, it had nothing to do with him.

At least, it has nothing to do with him now.

Ma Zhiyuan, who used to be the hussar general of the Qi State, played an unknown song, and constantly wiped his bloody Fang Tian painting halberd with a cloth.

The reason why he came to Tianlan was just for one person.

No. 1 in the world, Zhao Wenqi.

The so-called literature has no first, and there is no second martial arts. As a martial idiot, he has challenged Zhao Wenqi no less than 100 times over the years.

As for the winners and losers, it is naturally unwinnable.

In Ma Zhiyuan's opinion, the destruction of Tianlan City is almost a foregone conclusion, and with his understanding of Zhao Wenqi, there is a chance that he will live and die with this Tianlan City.

Or, in other words, to live and die with the waste King Qi who resents him.

If he doesn't come, I'm afraid he won't have a chance to defeat Zhao Wenqi.

Everyone is dead, how can they win?

This is also the reason why Ma Zhiyuan left the two southern states and ventured into Tianlan.

Looking at the Fang Tian painting halberd in his hand that was flickering with cold light, Ma Zhiyuan grinned.

Since the left and right are dead, the same is true of death in the hands of Ma Zhiyuan.

The first title in the world, he accepted it unceremoniously.

……

One table, two chairs.

There were two wine glasses on the table, and the mediocre-looking middle-aged man picked up the wine jar in one hand and filled the glasses.

He pushed one of them to the opposite side, and he picked up the other, and said with a smile: "You said that among the few of us, except for me, you are the most kind." ”

"Whether it's Lao Liu, Xiao Liu, one old and one young, the proud and boundless people all admire you. The skiniest Ah Ran doesn't dare to be presumptuous with you, and even the stinky stone in the pit only treats you as a confidant. ”

"I always praise you for your steady character, that's why I dare to entrust the prince to you."

"But why the hell are you dead?"

The man took the wine glass and drank it all, looked at the empty chair opposite and continued: "Lao Liu, who has known all his life that people who play with knives are stupid, you are a person who usually looks very smart, how can you be stupid at a critical moment?" When you meet Zhao Wenqi, you don't know how to hide? ”

"What, is it humiliating to run away? When Lao Tzu was a general, he didn't run less, you see who dared to scold me. ”

He picked up the wine jar, poured himself another glass, and continued to nag: "But just casually let you carry a flag, you will be stupid to carry it for twenty years, you say you are not stupid." ”

"Forget it, I'm going to cheat my son, hey, you're really not a fucking thing."

The man raised his middle finger at the empty chair, put down his glass, and stood up.

Perhaps hearing footsteps, the woman walked out of the inner room, and after a long silence, she whispered to the man's back, "Remember to come back earlier." ”

"Hmm."

The middle-aged man who had reached the door looked back and smiled.

"I'll go back as soon as I go."