"Why? Why don't you protect Wan'er? Meng Lan was hysterical, and there was no elegance at all.

Qian Xiu raised his head, just in time to see Meng Lan rolling up his sleeves and grabbing Fu Bai, and smashing his fist on Fu Bai's handsome face with one hand.

Meng Lan, who has always been as gentle as jade, started beating people, and she was still the first in the world. The first Fu Bai in the world was beaten and did not fight back, and he was the only remaining gentleman in the world.

Long Li came in with a gun and said in a deep voice, "They're here." ”

Long Li was injured by the dumb slave, but fortunately, the dumb slave knew the severity, but he just knocked the dragon Li unconscious, and did not make a heavy hand. Everyone only knew that the strength of the dumb slaves under Jiaxi, the eighth son of Song Xiao, was not weak, but Long Li, who ranked second among the hundred generals of the Great Song Dynasty, failed to stop him, even after being seriously injured by Fu Bai, he still killed dozens of Luoyi guards, and he was probably also a martial saint.

It's a pity that the dumb slave died, and his master, Song Xiao's eighth son, Jiaxi, was implicated. As soon as Song Xiao died, this murder case that shocked the world occurred, and the mastermind behind it turned out to be Song Xiao's eighth son, Jiaxi. This catastrophe implicated Song Xiao's children and grandchildren, and now only the tenth son Jialiu and the eighth son Jiaxi, who was stripped of his identity as a son and imprisoned, and even some older Song Xiao's grandchildren also suffered.

Long Li said that they came in, and it was naturally Song Xiao's ten sons Jialiu. Now in the world of the Song Kingdom, only the two warriors who can sit on the throne of Emperor Song are Sun Qianxiu, the eldest son of Song Xiao, and Jialiu, the tenth son of Song Xiao.

Meng Lan pulled Qian Xiu into the house, Qian Xiu couldn't die, and the Wan Er Luoyi guards would let Fu Bai deal with it alone.

Long Li originally wanted to fight side by side with Fu Bai, but was driven into the house by Fu Bai, just because Fu Bai thought he was in the way.

Long Li was not annoyed, it was the first Fu Bai in the world who reprimanded him, if it wasn't for Fu Bai's action, I was afraid that he would have failed the instructions of Emperor Song Xiao of the Song Dynasty, how could he protect Qian Xiu?

"Fu Bai and Meng Lan colluded to meddle in my Song internal affairs and wanted to murder Gongzi Qianxiu." Zou Gu's words were as if he had sentenced Fu Bai and Meng Lan to the guilt, and the Luoyi guards entered the school palace.

Fu Bai held the overlord halberd and guarded the door alone, and the Luoyi guards went in one like a stone sinking into the sea and there was no sound, ten went in like a stone sinking into the sea and no sound, and a hundred went in like a stone sinking into the sea and no sound.

"Meng Lan used literature to disrupt the law, and Fu Bai violated the ban with martial arts, and held Gongzi Qianxiu hostage," Shi Hui's voice came, "Longbowman, release arrows." ”

It's like an apocalyptic catastrophe that has befallen the pure land of Luoyi. This Luoyi School Palace, which carries the cultural context of Dali, has no complete rubble under the destruction of arrow rain.

Shi Hui ordered again, and dozens of Luoyi guards rushed in, but there was no sound when the stone sank into the sea.

"Fu Bai," Zou Gu shouted through gritted teeth, "I advise you to be kind." ”

"Bai doesn't want to kill people, but some people want to die." Fu Bai's gentle voice came.

"Set fire, set fire, set fire." Zou Gu shouted three times in a row.

"Do you really want to burn?" Shi Hui was a little worried, "This is the Luoyi Academy." ”

"It's already burned once, so why not burn it again?" Meng Lan's voice came.

Zou Gu personally grabbed a torch and threw it into the Luoyi School Palace, and hundreds of Luoyi guards also threw the torches in their hands into the Luoyi School Palace. This Luoyi School Palace, which was burned by the Song people once and rebuilt by Song Xiao, once again suffered the wrath of Zou Gu.

Long Li escorted Meng Lan and Qian Xiu out of the school palace, Qian Xiu glanced at the Luoyi School Palace that was burning by the raging fire with tears in his eyes, and then shouted at Meng Lan: "Mr. Meng." ”

"Long Li, throw Meng Lan and Qian Xiu into the well." Fu Bai commanded.

Long Li tied one section of the rope to the stone mill, and threw the other end into the well, and Meng Lan and Qian Xiu went down the well.

"You go down too." Fu Bai shouted.

Long Li threw his hand at Fu Bai, left the gun on the ground, and slid down the rope.

In this murder storm in Luoyi, only Luoyi School Palace is a pure land, but this pure land was also burned by Zou Gu.

"Fu Bai, just be captured, I will protect you for glory and wealth." Zou Gu's voice came.

"I can't look at it in vain." Fubai replied.

As soon as the words fell, Fu Bai rushed out of the school palace with the overlord halberd in one hand and the spear of the dragon lily in the other, and shot towards Zou Gu.

This shot did not kill Zou Gu, but it pierced the three Luoyi guards who were blocking in front of Zou Gu.

"Longbowmen," Shi Hui ordered, "release the arrows." ”

One hundred and ten longbowmen bent their bows and arrows to loosen their strings, and their movements were completed in one go.

Fu Bai's steps are as erratic as a ghost, or like a swimming dragon, shuttling freely in the Song army, not to mention the hundred and ten arrows, even the sword and spear Ge can't touch the corners of the clothes.

Swimming dragon step, graceful like a dragon.

Jiang Wangshu saw Fu Bai treading water with his own eyes on the river.

When the people under Mount Emei in Liangzhou went up the mountain to hunt and cut wood, they saw the fairy soaring clouds and driving the fog.

Jiang Jue elegantly and calmly brandished the bitter sword at Huoquan Pass, shuttling through the Chu army's military array.

Fu Bai stepped on the head of a poor Song Jun and flew up to the eaves with his strength, and walked away as if he were walking on the ground.

"Old thief Zou Gu, I don't care about the death of Qianxiu, and I don't care about the death of Meng Lan, but Luoyi School Palace, you shouldn't burn it." Fu Bai's gentle voice came from the clouds.

Later, many Luoyi Li people swore that there was a white-clothed immortal in Luoyi that day, and he was not chic.

The Luoyi School Palace finally couldn't support it and collapsed.

The Luoyi School Palace, which carries the weight of the Dali cultural vein, fell for the second time.

To the north of Luoyi, tens of thousands of iron horsemen kicked up dust.

The guards at the north gate of Luoyi set up barricades and raised pontoon bridges, and Luoyi, which was more than three feet wide, kept these tens of thousands of iron horsemen out of the city.

The muse rode on a horse and leaped over the river of Maro, drew his sword and shouted: "I am the muse, and whoever dares to touch my humble nephew will be spattered with blood." ”

Dozens of Luoyi North City Gate guards trembled, the muse cut the rope with two swords, the pontoon bridge fell, thousands of iron horsemen followed the muse into the city, tens of thousands of iron horsemen raised their swords one after another, blood spattered Luoyi, as long as the muse said a word.

The Luoyi guards retreated to the royal city and the Luoyi School Palace, with the muse taking the lead, and thousands of iron horsemen behind them, all the way like a bamboo.

Zou Gu stepped forward and arched his hand: "Da Zhige, there is no military order, why do you withdraw the army from the north?" ”

"I'm here to send off the king, and I'm here to ask my humble nephew to succeed him," said the muse, who never dismounted, pointing to the Luoyi Academy Palace, where only embers remained, "Where is my humble nephew?" ”

"Fu Bai and Meng Lan colluded to hold Gongzi Qianxiu hostage, we are looking for it." Zou Gu replied.

"Nonsense," cried the Muse, "Fu Bai was invited by the king to protect Qianxiu. ”

The muse dismounted, raised the Qingfeng sword, and thousands of iron horsemen also dismounted, drawing their swords and drawing their swords.

Someone came out of the Luoyi School Palace, and it was the grizzled dragon li.

"Da Zhige," Long Li came empty-handed, half-kneeling on the ground and shouted, "Long Li see Da Zhige." ”

Meng Lan led Qian Xiu out, and Qian Xiu shouted with tears in his eyes, "Uncle." ”

"The country can't be without a king for a day, Qian Xiu is the grandson of the king, the prince, and the Emperor of Song," the muse took Qian Xiu and glanced at the nobles in the city, and said, "You are all the pillars of the Song Kingdom, what do you think?" ”

"When the prince is humble and cultivates as the new emperor." Thousands of iron horsemen knelt on one knee and performed military etiquette.

"When the prince is humble and cultivates as the new emperor." Zou Gu arched his hand and said, it is the Three Princes Etiquette.

"When the prince is humble and cultivates as the new emperor." Shi Hui also arched his hand and said, it is also the Three Public Etiquette.

"When the prince is humble and cultivates as the new emperor." The nobles of the city knelt down and said, "What is a bow is a bow."

Except for Meng Lan, only Muse was standing, just because he was Qianxiu's uncle.

Childe Kashiro also knelt on the ground, not daring to raise his head.

Gongzi Qianxiu's succession ceremony was held in a hurry, and when the muse entered the palace, he wanted to untie the sword, and Qianxiu said: "Uncle doesn't have to untie the sword, worship you alone to protect the country, blame the widow, and behead the minister."

Qian Xiu sat on the throne, except for Zou Gu and Shi Hui, who bowed their hands, the rest of the ministers knelt and bowed. Qian Xiu picked up the muse and said, "Uncle doesn't have to kneel, give a seat. ”

The muse glanced at the pouting big butts and suddenly felt funny.

"I am a reckless man, a rough man, and I can't speak pretty words," said the muse, turning his words, "but the eight words of benevolence, righteousness, courtesy, faith, loyalty, and filial piety are the eight words of the first king." I don't care what happened in Luoyi before, after Luoyi, the new emperor alone has the final say. ”

"If anyone dares to disobey the will of the new emperor, don't blame me for splashing my blood on Luoyi." The muse drew his sword and slashed off a corner of the table, and slammed it to the ground.

"Hey, the messenger of Dali is here."

"Xuan." The muse said coldly, how could he not know who was coming? Otherwise, how can you ask for permission all the way?

"Xuan Dali envoy."

Jiang Jue led dozens of people into the Luoyi Palace. The palace gate guard asked Jiang Jue to untie the sword, Jiang Jue drew his sword and drank the guard back, saying: "There is no habit of unwielding the sword below. ”

The one who entered the palace with a sword, in addition to the muse, Jiang Jue was the second.

"Meet King Song." Jiang Jue bowed to the new emperor.

"It's Emperor Song." Muse corrected.

"Does King Song think he is the King of Song or the Emperor of Song?" Jiang Jue asked loudly.

Emperor Song Qianxiu looked at Meng Lan, then at the muse, and finally looked at Jiang Jue's eyes and replied: "Lone is Li Chen, so naturally he doesn't dare to be the emperor." ”

Jiang Jue smiled and said to Meng Lan, "Sir, the disciple will take you home." ”

Finally, one day he personally called Mr. Meng Lan instead of Mr. Meng. The difference between one word and the world of difference.

Meng Lan's eyes were moist, who said that he just named Jiang Jue indiscriminately?

Zi Chou said: "He gets two ears for Jiahe; The teacher has two sons, and he is a good teacher. ”

Zichou said: "The two crops are shared, which is also Jiahe; The two divisions are a common son, and the double jade is Jue. ”

"People can take away, but the sword stays." Muse said.

"Okay." Jiang Jue put down the bitter sword.

A sword is just one of the eight great names (weapons) in the world, and it is not worthy of the grace of giving names.

Just a sword? The name of this sword is bitter, and the sword-maker is bitter.

What Jiang Jue cares about is Meng Lan, and what Muse cares about is the bitter sword. Therefore, Jiang Jue put down the sword without a trace of delay, so the muse would rather let Meng Lan go than keep the sword.

"Sir, I always bother you, and now that I'm older." Jiang Jue said with a smile.

Meng Lan looked at the childish son in front of him, and from Wan'er's death, he also knew that Jiang Jue was the son of Zixiu, the grandson of Zichou, the grandson of Xuanlang, and his disciple of Meng Lan.