Only the two of them at the wine table were drinking silently alone from beginning to end, whether it was Fang Xinshi's familiar hooking shoulders or Ye Changlou's tricky topic, they didn't participate in it.

Su Tiantian and Zhao Longcheng, the two of them seemed to be two travelers wandering outside this lively circle, they couldn't fit in, and they didn't care about it, so they just drank their own wine silently.

At this time, Zhao Longcheng raised his head and looked at Sikong Yulong, this person of his age threw a question at him.

It's interesting.

They had a fight outside Xiangyang Pass before, and they hadn't decided the winner yet. From childhood to adulthood, on the side of the arrogant Zhao Longcheng, there is no peer who can compare with him, and the closest to him is one of his younger brothers, Zhao Longxin, but even so, Zhao Longcheng still does not regard him as a real opponent.

But this person in front of him is different, not only can he compete with him in cultivation, but his mind is also deep and terrifying. At that time, when he was outside Xiangyang Pass, Zhao Longcheng rarely moved to kill, thinking that keeping this person would be a disaster one day, but unfortunately their siege was stopped by the unreasonable little monk at that time, and later because of some words from this guy, he sneaked into Xunyang City, and finally sat patiently on this wine table.

He had an intuition that there would only be two possibilities between him and this guy named Sikong Yulong. One is that they can reach an agreement on something and finally enter the game, in this case, they may even be able to become comrades-in-arms who trust each other, and the other may be that there is a difference in the path taken by the two, then the final outcome is that they will do their best, fight separately, and only want to complete the final goal, if it really comes to that time, Zhao Longcheng will only regret not killing Sikong Yulong now.

Zhao Longcheng said: "Oh? Do you mean to tell me which is stronger or weaker between our Beimo and your Qiyang? ”

"Speak freely, if you don't pick what you want to say, you should help you have a drink. Of course, if you really talk about the rise and want to reveal a little bit about the defense of the Northern Desert Military Town, I naturally can't stop it. ”

Zhao Longcheng looked at Sikong Yulong and said, "I really want to hear it?" ”

"Naturally, I want to hear the high opinion of the prince of the Northern Desert."

Zhao Longcheng suddenly smiled and said, "It's really okay to talk about it." ”

Sikong Yulong's face was full of anticipation.

Zhao Longcheng said slowly: "The Northern Desert Country has been in the country for five hundred years, and it has been secretly alive for five hundred years. Up to now, even with the appearance of being a strong external force that respects military force and is unified by the wall, it is still difficult to hide the fact that there are many factions and military and political struggles. Moreover, the strategic depth of the hinterland sounds good, and it is true that the natural danger makes it difficult to be invaded, and after succeeding, it will only face an embarrassing situation of being tasteless and abandoned. On the other hand, it also stopped the marching pace of the Northern Desert army and the dispatch of grain and grass. Moreover, such a vast and sparsely populated desert has been extended to the easternmost part, resulting in a situation of unclear and muddy mud in the eastern front until now, and the northern desert is beyond the reach of the whip, and Qiyang is also happy to muddy the water.

Xiting Tianfu is indeed rich, but the dragon's back snow mountain is blocked in front of you, and it is a moat, even if a few people cross the past, what is the point? The southern line belongs to Xiangyang, but unfortunately, the proudest 'iron wall' of Qiyang lies here, there are so many elite soldiers, and the wolf's teeth have been bitten for decades, and they haven't taken advantage of anything?

No situation has been broken, and it has been living for hundreds of years, and in a few decades, the Northern Desert will have to face the fate of being trapped.

On the other hand, Qiyang, the national strength is like the sky, the four halls of the pillar, the north city of Xiangyang, the south city of Yishui, the East China Sea Shangzhou, the sea Yan Shengping, the west of the wolf country, how majestic. It's really better to compare, the land of the Northern Desert projectile, where it can be compared. ”

Sikong Yulong clasped his hands in his sleeves and said with a smile: "If Zhao Gongzi wants to say this, it will help the wine to flourish and dilute the taste of wine." ”

Zhao Longcheng: "Really? Didn't I almost repeat your original words, but I praised you Qi Yang by the way. ”

On the battlefield of Xiangyang Pass before, when the two were fighting, there was no way to hold each other with both hands. At that time, Sikong Yulong was mixed with a heart-wrenching remark in every gap between the collision between the two. Even if Zhao Longcheng did not waver in his heart, he had to admit that although these words were unpleasant and most of them were biased, if he really had to dig deeper, it seemed that Beimo was really facing such an aggrieved dilemma.

So Zhao Longcheng said a trick to Sikong Yulong with a little joking.

Sikong Yulong said at the time: "It's easy to say, but the method is not in my hands, you have to come to Xunyang." I'll take you to meet someone, Gu! Thousand! Autumn! ”

When this name was spoken, Zhao Longcheng was stunned for a moment.

Of course he had seen the name, and when he heard Sikong Yulong say it, he was immediately sure that Sikong Yulong was talking about the person he had in mind. He has read the secret files and official histories hidden by the Northern Desert Imperial Court dozens of times. Among the vast books, Zhao Longcheng only found this name once at the end of an ancient book that could not be broken again. At the end of that ancient book, there is a line of words in the most chic and unrestrained, but also the saddest cursive that Zhao Longcheng has ever seen: can crush the entire Zhongzhou with the power of one person, this is the only one person in the past thousand years, and the ghosts and gods are planning to care for Qianqiu.

The last Gu Qianqiu wrote three words very seriously, like a person who had been pressed all his life, at the end of his life, humiliation, unwillingness, and pain were intertwined, and finally wrote the name of this old enemy in despair.

Since then, Zhao Longcheng has memorized this name, which can only appear once in ancient books like the Hanhai.

The plot of the ghosts and gods Gu Qianqiu!

What kind of characters can make that line of cursive writing as chic as a dragon hitting the water and the wind irrigating the earth so decisive?

And even with such unwillingness and humiliation, the cursive master is willing to leave such a high evaluation to this person.

So Zhao Longcheng always wanted to know what kind of character this Gu Qianqiu was.

And when Sikong Yulong saw Zhao Longcheng's reaction for a moment, he knew that he had made the right bet. The character that his master values so much, of course, will not be a lonely and unheard of, if Zhao Longcheng really thinks that what he says is a joke and laughs, he will not be able to handle it.

Throwing bricks and stones.

Zhao Longcheng really chose to forbear, and then quietly sneaked into Xunyang City.

Sikong Yulong knew that this was inseparable from the deterrence of the name Gu Qianqiu, of course, but also because of Zhao Longcheng, the great prince of the Northern Desert Imperial Court, although the wind comments he heard from everywhere were from childhood to adulthood, but under this careless disguise, he really thought about the opportunity for the Northern Desert to really change the situation in the past five hundred years. So he will take a great risk to come to Xunyang City, and then force himself to be patient and drink with a group of people who like to be noisy.

It's very similar to myself.

This is Sikong Yulong's evaluation, and it is the evaluation that was born at the first sight of Zhao Longcheng, otherwise he would not have taken that seemingly absurd throwing bricks and stones.

The old man asked himself to bring Zhao Longcheng to him.

Outside of Xiangyang Pass, that was the only opportunity to reach this person.

At that time, Sikong Yulong knew about Sikong Yulong and Heyongshan's battle plan, so he chose to plan and took the initiative to step into their trap. And what can make him so confident that he can survive under He Yongshan is, of course, the little monk Li Qingzhou who has already revealed to him the fact of his cultivation.

On the way from Xunyang to Xiangyang, in the face of the suspicious Sikong Yulong, the little monk who boasted of Haikou had no choice, so he crashed into a mountain with his body, and then faced Sikong Yulong and Su Tiantian's slashing, and the little monk had no mark on his body for a long time.

Later, the three of them rushed down from Xiangyang Pass without any worries.

So the only ones who were kept in the dark from beginning to end were the two deputy generals of Xiangyang, Shen Kuo and Hong Chengchou.

One is that there is no need to know, and the other is that he cannot be allowed to know.

All this is a game, Zhao Longcheng and He Yongshan joined forces to set up a battle to kill a game, and Sikong Yulong, Su Tiantian, and Li Qingzhou joined hands to break the formation is also a game.

In the end, it was Sikong Yulong who succeeded in the bet.

But now, Zhao Longcheng seemed to be a little uncontrollable, he stared at the Sikong Yulong in front of him, and said slowly: "So, since you have deceived me from the Northern Desert to here, when will the thing you promised me be done?" When will I be able to meet that Gu Qianqiu you are talking about? ”

"Soon."

"Oh?"

Sikong Yulong smiled mysteriously, and then said, "If we can all be safe tonight." ”

Zhao Longcheng's eyes condensed slightly, and he glanced towards the entire restaurant.

Crowded with people and drinking around, nothing seemed wrong.

Then he drew his gaze back to the table.

Ye Changlou was drunkenly talking nonsense.

The Xiqi man named Li Qinsheng was timidly toasting Su Tiantian.

Fang Xinshi was playing drunk, and Wang Yehui protected Wang Hanshui to prevent this fat man who did not know etiquette from contaminating his sister.

The man who called himself Xie Lingfu was feeding the old yellow dog under his feet with bones.

Lu Weixian was also feeding the dogs.

Nothing seems wrong.

So, is it Sikong Yulong who has always been by his side?

Zhao Longcheng looked at him, just about to speak.

I saw Sikong Yulong put an index finger to his mouth, smiled, and said softly: "Don't worry, listen quietly." ”

Zhao Longcheng's eyes widened suddenly, and he suddenly heard a high-pitched singing.

He suddenly turned his head and found that Sikong Yulong was laughing at the moment. It's not like a smiling face wearing a mask in front of people, it's really smiling. The corners of his mouth, the corners of his eyes, and his whole face were smiling.

Sikong Yulong, this person was quietly listening to that melodious singing.

It was like a vast ancient song, and when it sounded, it seemed to carry the unsolvable melancholy of a thousand years of spirits, like the smoke and rain of the south of the Yangtze River that can never be reproduced on the brush, and like the wind that passed through the empty hall, it rained for a long time, and it was like the birds flew back, but the mountain was still empty......

It's as clear as if it's not a human thing.

At the front of the lobby of Yulan Building, because Su Mantang has chartered the venue today, a singing stage has been temporarily erected.

At this moment, on that stage, the singing voice came slowly, and I saw a red dress.