The leader of the army nodded, and said in a deep voice: "To the south of Yun Qin, it is the territory of the barbarians, and the barbarians have always been considered to have more than brute strength and insufficient IQ, so Yun Qin has not paid much attention to it. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"But not long ago, the barbarians suddenly sent someone to knock on the southern border pass of Yunqin - Luoyang City, saying that they wanted to discuss with my Yunqin literati. ”

The defender of Luoyang City didn't care, and sent two army staff members to deal with it hastily, but unexpectedly they were defeated. ”

"Moreover, the people sent by the barbarians to discuss the Tao were like broken bamboos, and they defeated all Confucian cultivators in a row, which alarmed the Yunqin Imperial Palace. ”

Hearing this, Tang Feng couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Does the palace feel that the barbarians have changed, and are they afraid that the barbarians will become intelligent and civilized, and their combat power will increase greatly." ”

"Therefore, the palace summoned the great Confucians in the territory of the vassal kings to gather in Luoyang City, to frustrate the spirit of the barbarians, and by the way, to test whether the barbarians are the whole clan is intelligently civilized?"

The leading soldier was slightly surprised, although he had heard of Tang Feng's deeds such as beheading Shen Lin with a glass of wine, but Tang Feng's behavior in the past few years was really impressive, so most of his impression of Tang Feng in his heart was still labeled.

It was only now that he really felt that Tang Feng had changed, and he was no longer the anointing kid who only spent a few years of drinking.

"Mr. Qiu Daoming, do you want me to go to Sunset City to gain some knowledge?"

Before the leading soldier could speak, Tang Feng asked with a smile again.

"Indeed...... Indeed it is. ”

There were waves in the eyes of the leading soldiers, Tang Feng was obviously far away in Tianxuanmen, and he should be very closed to these news, but now he was talking about it everywhere in front of him, as if he had expected it.

"Oh, then I'll go and see what kind of person can make the old guy on the dragon chair fearful. ”

Tang Feng smiled indifferently, spoke very casually, and did not have much respect for Emperor Yunqin.

The pupils of the leading soldiers shrank, and his mood was suddenly a little complicated, in the desolate army, how many veterans dared to be angry with Emperor Yunqin?

But now, Tang Feng dared to call Emperor Yunqin an old guy......

Sunset City, located at the junction of Yunqin and the barbarians, is the first line of defense against the barbarians, so it is also quite magnificent and tall, and the city walls are also stained with a lot of blood.

At this time, there were many literati gathered in the city lord's mansion, all of whom looked weak, but there was a layer of pure white gas on the surface of their bodies—Haoran Qi.

Confucianism and Taoism sages have clouds: my generation, be good at cultivating the spirit of Haoran.

But there are not many Confucian cultivators who can really do this, because this requires cultivation beyond the soul realm.

The desolate wilderness has always been regarded as the weakest place in the Yunqin cultural vein, so although Qiu Daoming's cultivation is not low, he has been somewhat rejected by everything.

He sat alone in the tailgate, looking a little lonely, although some people toasted him from time to time, but they were all going through the motions.

"There are many talents in the desolate wilderness, why are you the only one who comes, Brother Qiu?"

The Moyi River came from the capital city of Yunqin, Shuntian, so he sat in the first seat, and raised his glass to Qiu Daoming with a playful smile at the moment.

"Qiu someone, it's enough to come. ”

Qiu Daoming is neither humble nor arrogant, although his cultivation is not as good as that of the Moyi River, but his backbone is very straight.

"Hehe, Brother Qiu is still so confident. ”

Moyihe smiled, took a sip of the wine in the glass, and said:

"I still remember that when Brother Qiu first came to Shuntian from the desolate wilderness, he was also so high-spirited, and he proudly vowed to win the champion position. ”

"It's a pity, Brother Qiu seems to have played a little abnormally in the examination room, and in the end he only got an example. ”

As he spoke, Mo Yihe raised his glass in a pretentious gesture, as if he was feeling sorry for Qiu Daoming.

"It's all in the past, why do you need to mention it again?" Qiu Daoming's face was a little ugly, and his hand holding the wine was trembling slightly.

How many years have passed, and this incident has always been a pain in his heart.

"That's right, there really doesn't need to be mentioned, I was a little luckier than Brother Qiu to win the champion, and I was brave back then. ”

Mo Yihe smiled softly, looking very kind.

Qiu Daoming's hand trembled more and more, and he could only put down the wine glass to hide the pain.

He was determined to justify the name of the desolate wilderness, full of pride, but unfortunately he was defeated by the Moyi River, and now the scars of so many years have been uncovered by the Moyi River again, and the blood is dripping.

"Brother Qiu, I haven't seen you for many years, how can I put down the wine glass, come, Yihe will give you a drink. ”

Mo Yihe was aggressive, and it was clear that he wanted to make Qiu Daoming ugly.

"Yes, Brother Qiu has been practicing in the desolate wilderness for a long time, and now he looks down on me and waits?"

"Brother Qiu, raise your glass quickly, you have to drink it today. ”

"Hehe, that's it, you have to be drunk and not go home!"

......

Most of the rest of the Confucian cultivators also agreed, hiding knives in their smiles, wanting to make Qiu Daoming's toast tremble, so as to ridicule.

Qiu Daoming's face was pale, and he said that literati killed people the most, because they used soft knives to cut off people's flesh and blood piece by piece.

"Could it be that Brother Qiu has been practicing hard and already looks down on us?"

Mo Yihe smiled deeply, and directly buttoned a big hat to Qiu Daoming.

To drink or not to drink, you have to lose face.

"I'm desolate, how can I be so aggrieved ......"

Qiu Daoming's face turned red, this time he wanted to prove that the desolate wilderness was not a Yunqin barbarium, but he didn't expect to be targeted at the beginning.

"Forget it, Brother Qiu is a desolate person, there is a battalion of heavy cavalry behind him, how can we afford to provoke it?"

Mo Yihe sighed and kept squeezing Qiu Daoming.

Some people nodded and sighed, praising Qiu Daoming very highly, of course, this was just a mockery, just to isolate Qiu Daoming.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

The literati are the most important, Qiu Daoming was so targeted that his qi was not smooth, and he actually coughed up blood.

"Brother Qiu, what's wrong with you, are you angry with us?"

Mo Yihe was still in a coy posture, and then greeted the subordinates with concern, asking people to take Qiu Daoming to rest.

"Not necessarily. ”

Qiu Daoming waved his hand, his eyes were a little cold.

He knew that after a while, many Confucian cultivators would talk about the barbarians, and Mo Yihe's move was to drive him out completely, so that he could not show himself when discussing with the barbarians.

"Brother Qiu, you don't seem to be in good health, and it won't be good to catch the cold later. ”

Moihe feigned concern, but disdain flashed in his eyes.

As a great Confucian, how can he still be infected with the wind and cold? Moyihe is mocking, and even more threatening!

"If you dare to come with a stubborn disease, Daoming can get rid of it. ”

Qiu Daoming snorted coldly, unwilling to give up the hope of winning glory for the desolation.

A trace of anger flashed in the depths of Mo Yihe's eyes, Qiu Daoming was comparing him to a stubborn disease.

"Yihe is afraid that Brother Qiu is not good enough, and he can't get rid of this wind and cold disease!"

Mo Yihe sneered, brushed his sleeves away, and said in a cold voice: "Come on, send Lord Qiu back to the room to rest!"

Qiu Daoming's palms trembled slightly, but he didn't expect it to be this ending.

At this moment, a mellow voice came from outside the hall, singing one step at a time.

"Back then, thousands of miles were looking for a marquis, and a horse was desolate. ”

"Where is Guan He's dream? ”

"Hu is not extinguished, the temples are autumn, and tears are empty. ”

"Who would have expected it in this life, the heart is in the Tianshan Mountains, and the body is old in Cangzhou......"