On this way, Zhuge Ming secretly hid his thoughts, and after sailing from the Luohe River to Huayin, he hurriedly abandoned the boat and landed on the shore and made a carriage to Chencang Road.

After three days of boating and driving, it finally approached the boundary of central Sichuan. Lin Zheng pointed to the front and said to Zhuge Ming: "Master Hou, the front is the Chencang Road crossing, and the Chencang Road is Xichuan." ”

Zhuge Ming looked at it, and sure enough, the peaks in front of him were tight, and I was afraid that it was difficult and dangerous, and I couldn't help but think of the poem in later generations.

"The difficulty of the Shu Road is difficult to go to the blue sky, the difficulty of the Shu Road is difficult to go to the blue sky!

Silkworms and fish, how dazed is the founding of the country!

He is 48,000 years old, and he is not populated with Qinsai.

There is a bird road in Xidang Taibai, which can cross the top of Emei.

The earth collapsed and the mountain destroyed the strong man to death, and then the ladder stone stacks were hooked together.

There is a high standard of six dragons returning to the sun, and there is a return to the river with a wave and a reversal.

The flight of the yellow crane is not yet passable, and the ape wants to spend his sorrow and climb.

The green mud is a panpan, and a hundred steps and nine folds linger on the rocks. ”

Zhuge Ming couldn't help but chant, and everyone looked at Zhuge Ming silently. Cai Yong's heart was even more shocking, and even he had to groan on the spot to compose poems.

"Grab a pen and write it down." Cai Yong hurriedly yelled at the subordinates beside him. Zhuge Ming was yelled at by Cai Yong, and he also came back to his senses.

"Master Hou, your masterpiece is really amazing, I don't know if it's already written?" Cai Yong looked embarrassed, he was too reckless just now, after all, this inspiration was only temporary, and if he interrupted, he would never be in that state again. Thinking about it like this, I couldn't help but regret it a little, but I couldn't get enough of it, Cai Yong couldn't help but look at Zhuge Ming nervously.

Zhuge Ming smiled dumbly, pretending to mutter: "Listen to the well, sit with your hands and sigh." When will this trip to the west be returned? The road is daunting and the rock is unclimbable. Zhuge Ming silently recited the full text of Li Bai's Shu Dao Difficulty, and changed a few words halfway. Cai Yong happily put the copied poems in his arms like a treasure, and looked at Zhuge Ming with a different look, as if looking at a beautiful little daughter-in-law.

Everyone was also stunned by Zhuge Ming, and the students of Tai Academy looked at Zhuge Ming's eyes with a light in their eyes. It is no wonder that the imperial court will let the other party participate in the Confucian and Taoist ceremonies, just by virtue of their talents, and it is beyond the reach of many disciples of the courtyard.

After Chen Cangdao, Zhuge Ming thought about the dragon spirit, and did not dare to stop for a moment, and said goodbye to Chen Cangshou and walked into Hanzhong that day. Hanzhong Taishou Zhang Lu was afraid of Zhuge Ming and the imperial court to open the city gate, Zhuge Ming was very satisfied, and he repaired a little in Hanzhong, so he was relieved, and Zhang Lu was relieved in his heart. During this period, the two discussed with each other, Zhang Lu admired it even more in his heart, and came up with the idea of worshipping Zhuge Ming as his teacher, Zhuge Ming naturally refused to agree, and Zhang Lu was slightly disappointed.

The next day, Zhuge Ming boarded the ship prepared by Zhang Lu and went down the Han River towards Chengdu. The big ship entered the Han River, and it rained heavily for three days. The big boat is difficult to walk, Zhuge knows that the weather in the middle of the river is changeable, and every time it is the rainy season is abundant.

"Old man, do you know where the Han River is?" Zhuge Ming looked at the boatman of the big boat and asked, the other party must know the Sichuan water system if he walks in the water all year round.

The old man commanded the sailor to shake and look at Zhuge Ming in surprise.

"This is the Han River for the people of Sichuan, and the Han River for the people outside Sichuan." Zhuge Ming was overjoyed in his heart, and hurriedly hugged his fists to thank him.

It was night, and Zhuge Ming stood on the bow of the boat. Ling Lin Zheng led twenty Tiangang guards to guard on their backs. Zhuge Ming sat cross-legged, lit agarwood, and for a while the smoke was cloudy, and Zhuge Ming recited the Taoist truth. In a moment, the spirit came out of his body and rolled the blood book into the Han River.

It's pitch black under the water, and I don't know where the Dragon Palace is. Fortunately, the blood guidance on the blood book, about half a moment, Zhuge Ming walked to a water palace, this place was empty, Zhuge Ming couldn't help but be surprised, but according to the guide, there was no doubt that he was here.

Zhuge Ming turned around, and when he saw that there was no one around, he put the blood book on the dragon table, and then turned to leave, and at the same time, the blood book on the dragon table disappeared.

Back at the bow of the boat, the agarwood had just burned out. Zhuge Ming straightened his robe and stepped into the cabin to sleep. In the middle of the night, the wind and rain stopped, but Zhuge Ming was already sleepwalking.

"Who are you?" Zhuge Ming found himself standing face-to-face with an old man on the water, and the world was at a loss.

"Little friends don't need a way, this is my water realm, the old man is the dragon king of the Jiang Han Dynasty, the little friend thousands of miles to deliver the little girl to send a message, the old man is grateful, and I am here to thank you." The old man hurriedly spoke.

"Now that the heavy rain has been collected, tomorrow Xiaolong will show the art of wind and clouds, and Xiaoyou will be able to reach Chengdu in less than three days."

After hearing this, Zhuge Ming hurriedly thanked him, and when he looked up, the old man had long since disappeared. Zhuge Ming searched everywhere, but woke up suddenly but it was already dawn. Out of the bow of the ship, the sky was clear, the river wind was gusting, and the sails were full.

With the help of the Dragon King of Jianghan, the speed of the ship was greatly accelerated. Within three days, it crossed the river and entered Chengdu. Liu Yan led the Yizhou civil and military officials out of the city to greet them, and after Zhuge Ming got off the boat, Liu Yan hurriedly greeted him.

"I've seen Wuxiang Hou, Xichuan Road is difficult, and Hou Ye has worked hard all the way."

Zhuge Ming hurriedly returned the gift, the other party was also a rare imperial family in the late Han Dynasty, and the Yellow Turban's invasion of Jizhou was resisted by Liu Yan single-handedly. If it weren't for the other party's great ambitions, and the military regime below the court could canonize the state pastor, the world would not be in chaos.

Zhuge Ming swept over the people in Yizhou at a glance, and knew that he was not welcome to come this time. Although everyone didn't say much, it wasn't enough that even Cai Yong could see the clue with his cold look.

Since Liu Yan became the master of Xichuan, the road has been blocked and not connected to the outside world. On the one hand, it is to avoid war. On the one hand, it is to consolidate internal affairs and weaken the influence of the imperial court. And in the past few years, Liangchuan has indeed become a situation where only Liu Yan is known but not the Son of Heaven. Xichuan has always been known as Tianfu, if there is a change in Xichuan, then there will be no peace in the pass.

Zhuge Ming was unmoved on the surface. But he was very worried in his heart, forced Yan Huanxiao and Liu Yan to enter the Chengdu Mansion, and Liu Yan also set up a banquet in the mansion.

After the three rounds of the banquet, Zhuge Ming postponed his departure under the pretext that he had no wine left, and then Cai Yong also followed.

"Master Hou, are you worried?"

Zhuge Ming turned around and saw that it was Cai Yong, and turned around and said, "Cai Gong is not worried?" ”

"Why worry about it, although Liu Yan has the wind of a hero, what a son can be weak and not a weapon."

After Zhuge Ming heard this, his eyes lit up, and he thought about it for a while, hurriedly thanked Cai Yong, and went straight back to the post house.

In the post house, Zhuge Ming wrote a recital overnight and sent it to Luoyang.

After receiving the letter, the man was shot with an arrow as soon as his front foot left the north gate of Chengdu.

In Chengdu Mansion, Liu Yan was lying on the couch with his eyes closed.

"Dong Fu, what does the letter say?" Liu Yan asked.

"The letter of the Marquis of Wuxiang did not say anything else, but sang praises to the lord, and at the same time commended the prince as the Taishou of Nanjun." Dong Fu hurriedly said.

Liu Yan smiled and said: "This Wuxiang Marquis is young, but he is smart and tight, so Wu Yi will withdraw the sword and axe hand hidden in the post house, and send another person to Luoyang for the letter." ”

In the post station, Lin Zheng whispered in Zhuge Ming's ear, Zhuge Ming's face was gloomy and he sneered, looking at Chengdu Mansion full of murderous intentions.

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