Before you know it, it's already Gu Yu.

People from all over the world began to gather in Yunzhong County in Nanzhou, ready to participate in the Jiangling Dadou organized by Xuanyun Temple soon after, as one of the three prosperous counties in Nanzhou, Yunzhong County was even more lively for a while, Hua Wenxiang and his party walked and stopped for ten days, during which they were either shopping here, or looking at that, leisurely and comfortable.

At first, the ragged old man who had to follow the dead beggar Bai Lai followed behind everyone's buttocks all day long, and after being rejected by Hua Wenxiang for the second time in a small county town, he no longer deliberately approached, but pestered Luo Bei every day to beg for wine, among this group of people, Luo Bei only brought three hundred taels of silver before leaving, and the rest were donated to the porridge shop, Hua Wenxiang sold more than a dozen priceless jade pendants, and then after a few days of heroic squandering, now there are less than five hundred taels left in the pocket, as for the rest of the people, penniless, so a team of people now almost have eight hundred taels of silver entangled。

In fact, only Hua Wenxiang and Heiqiuer are lavish in spending money, and everyone else is okay, the diligent and thrifty Tu Yuelian has repeatedly discouraged this kind of behavior of sitting and eating empty, but for a person and a cat with a big heart, it is simply a cow playing the piano, and then the tired Tu Yuelian simply doesn't care.

Eight hundred taels seems to be a lot, but Xianghu County and Yunzhong County, which are extremely expensive, can't afford to squander.

In the mountain path, Luo Bei, who was carrying the spirit sword, gradually walked out of the sadness of losing his father in the past few days, and his spirit improved a lot, and he handed the wine jug in his hand to the ragged old man beside him, and said with a smile: "Brother, there is not much, you and I will take another sip." ”

The ragged old man took a few big sips, drank the wine directly, and was satisfied, but then he remembered that he had to leave a sip for Brother Luo, and he suddenly felt a little embarrassed in his heart.

Luo Bei looked at the ragged old man who felt a little guilty, and said with a smile: "It seems that when we get to the next place that sells wine, let's buy a few more pots, I can also see it along the way, brother, you are also massive, let's take the time to have a good discussion." ”

The ragged old man took out his ear droppings, and said with a smile: "Accompany me at any time, as long as you have a treat." ”

The two drinking friends at the end inexplicably became a pair of New Year's friends, chatting happily.

Hua Wenxiang and Tu Yuelian, who was carrying a black ball, walked side by side in front, and the two drunkards who were walking slowly behind them were at a distance, because the two of them were usually fine, but once they were drunk, they began to talk nonsense, which was very annoying, and the two of them were drunk almost every day.

Tu Yuelian and Hei Qiu'er have been joking and laughing, but the poor isolated Hua Wenxiang can't blend in, so she can only occasionally insert a few sentences to ease the embarrassing atmosphere.

In the evening, the group finally found a roadside inn, and after resting for a night, the sober-minded Luo Bei said something unacceptable, "We seem to have gone the wrong way, this should be Pipa County, not Yunzhong County." ”

Seeing everyone's gloomy faces, the intimate Luo Bei hurriedly added: "But don't get in the way, although we came to the wrong county, Xuanyun Temple is not far from Pipa County, and there are still seven days before the Jiangling Dadou, let's play here for a day or two, and then we can take a boat to go." ”

When the ragged old man stayed in the hotel, he vaguely remembered that the wooden shelves downstairs were full of wine jars, and then the wine worms came again, and smiled at Luo Bei: "Drink two cups?"

Luo Bei's head was still a little painful, but he still smiled: "Then two cups, drink less, it's important to hurry, let's let go of the big restaurant in the future, the wine there is good, the wine here is ......"

Luo Bei, who was a little picky, shook his head in disgust, and said to Hua Wenxiang and them: "Let's eat some together, and then we will go directly to the Red River in Pipa County to find a boatman." ”

The greedy black ball and the inseparable Tu Yuelian have already gone downstairs.

Hua Wenxiang, who has never made a big ship yet, is a little looking forward to it, and quipped: "You have to drink less with the old-timers for a while, otherwise you will have to take the wrong way." ”

Luo Bei scratched his head, "Accident, accident." ”

The three of them also went downstairs together.

After breakfast, everyone followed Luo Bei, who was rarely awake, to the northwest.

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Xiang'an contains three continents, Fengzhou, Bozhou, and Xianzhou. The vassal palace where the king of Xiang'an lived was built in Yichun County, Fengzhou, covering an area of 30 acres, with countless pavilions and pavilions, large and small gardens, up and down the house, everything is full of wealth.

Now the four vassal kings of Shengchang, Zhao Gangyi, the king of Xiang'an, spends tens of millions of taels of gold every year just on eating, drinking, and wearing, not to mention that there are a large number of extremely wasteful masters in the house in private, a few years ago there was a terrifying rumor spread all over the world, the king of Xiang'an had worked hard to buy a fairy sea stone in a large sect, as for the price was not clearly given, only said that in addition to countless gold, silver and jewelry, the official positions below the fourth grade were given to five or six, in addition to more than a dozen monastic embryos were sent to the sect, since the consolidation of the sect's heritage。

The priceless and marketless Xianhai Stone is hard to find, even if it is as powerful as a vassal king, it still has to pay a huge price.

And that Immortal Sea Stone was finally used by Ling Shimo, the master of the Charm Pavilion.

Such as the prosperous small city of the vassal king's mansion, there is a huge pavilion in a corner, alternative forest, the attic is huge, three feet high, there is a three-character plaque in front of the pavilion, the inner room is extremely simple and empty, there are only a dozen vermilion pillars, and a stone statue of the evil ghost with a bare chest and exposed breasts, a hideous face.

In the gloomy pavilion, it was quiet and infiltrating, and a man whose face could not be seen clearly stood against the stone statue.

Behind him was a Demon Pavilion killer wearing a black cloak and a black scarf around his face, kneeling on one knee, "Qiyu Pavilion Master, Lord Zeng's body has been found in the Sword City of Nanzhou, and he has been dead for about ten years, and these portraits are participants in this matter." ”

The black-robed killer in the dim inner room took out the scribbled portraits of Hua Wenxiang and Luo Bei from his arms, as well as the three guest secretaries.

Ling Shimo, who was in charge of the entire Xiang'an Palace, ignored it at all.

The masked killer who was covered in cold sweat, the corners of his mouth trembled slightly, "Lord Feng's whereabouts have also been unknown for a long time." ”

The man finally said calmly: "He died on the same day as Zeng Chen, you go and inform Mo You and let him kill all the people in the portrait." ”

Just a thin back, which was already daunting, the masked killer said respectfully: "Yes...... The corpse of Lord Zeng......"

After a moment of silence, Ling Shimo said lightly: "Take it to feed the vicious dog of the prince." ”

The masked killer, who didn't dare to say anything more, nodded heavily, "Yes." ”

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Emperor Li Huayuan died, and the crown prince Li Xiang ascended the throne as emperor. ”

This news has spread to all parts of the country, and many people who plan to flee to Shengchang Dayuan for refuge have put down their burdens and are ready to watch for a while.

None of the people of Daqi who have relocated to the land are willing to travel thousands of miles to a foreign land.

The Daqi Yang family, with a huge family, has been rooted in Yi'an City in Kyoto for nearly a thousand years.

In a quiet and elegant living room, Yang Ziyang in green shirt was in the main seat, and two white-haired old men sat on the left and right, and Yang Jiaxing and his twin brother Yang Jiaan made an exception and sat next to the two old men.

The old man on the left has a black brocade robe with blue edges, with strong spirits and extraordinary temperament, and he is now the head of the Yang family, Yang Lie.

The old man on the right is dressed in moire satin, the cicada eyebrows stand solemnly like a halberd, and the old man who is not smiling is named Yang Jian, and his realm is second only to his brother Yang Ziyang in the clan.

Yang Jia'an, who was in a Confucian shirt, had a gentle expression and a handsome appearance, contrary to his younger brother who was a general, and was a well-mannered scholar, but he had not achieved much in decades.

Yang Ziyang, who rarely comes to the house, looked at a few people at the table, and said: "In half a month, our Yang family will move to Nanzhou in Shengchang, the road is relatively far, second brother, you prepare in advance." ”

Yang Lie, the head of the family who didn't hear the meaning of the discussion, directly agreed: "I know, big brother, but it may be a little hasty." ”

A big family that has inherited incense for nearly a thousand years, how strong the foundation is, just the next store, the resale of the mansion is a big problem, but this seems to be right in the heart of Yang Lie, the head of the family.

Yang Jian, the youngest of the three elder brothers, asked, "Daqi is really powerless to return to the sky?"

Yang Ziyang shook his head and said: "Even the last hope was shattered, Sheng Zhenguan finally chose to stand by and watch." ”

Yang Jian, who is half a master of his nephew Yang Jiaxing, asked: "Jiaxing, you have also resigned from those official positions in the court, and go to Nanzhou with us, when the time comes, I will take the time to practice you well, your realm has been stagnant in the past few years, aren't you in a hurry?"

Yang Jiaxing, who was sitting in a precarious position, was a well-known belligerent general in the DPRK and China, and he had long been accustomed to galloping on the battlefield and leading the army to fight, and now his uncle Yang Jian asked him to resign from his official position and follow his family to Nanzhou, he must be unwilling in his heart, but he did not dare to say it directly.

Yang Lie looked at this unfilial son who rarely came to visit his home since he became a big official, and he held back the fire for many days and sprinkled it directly, "Your third uncle spoke, didn't you hear?"

Yang Jiaxing is a majestic general outside, but in front of these elders, he is submissive, "I know, third uncle." ”

The eldest brother Yang Jia'an said with a smile: "Jiaxing, just listen to the third uncle's piece and go back to Nanzhou with us, and it is time to accept your anger." ”

Yang Jiaxing hummed bitterly, and then asked in his heart, "Is Yang Yan's little girl at home?"

Yang Jia'an smiled and nodded.

Yang Jian looked at Yang Jia'an, who was full of smiles, and said, "Your kid is no worse than Jia'an, why are you obsessed with a pile of tattered books all day long." ”

Yang Jia'an, who was accustomed to hearing these words, said with a smile: "Third uncle, don't embarrass your little nephew, I really don't like dancing knives and guns." ”

Yang Ziyang said: "Third child, you usually don't talk much. ”

Yang Jian, who had never had a serious expression, stopped speaking, because it had been too long and he had forgotten that his eldest brother was also a scholar.

Yang Ziyang got up and said with a smile: "Jia'an, take me to see Yang Yan, this little girl should be able to pick up Langshan and Zhiying now." ”

Lang Shan and Zhiying, the only pair of mandarin duck knives in the twelve weapons of the earth, are the inheritance immortal soldiers of the Yang family, and this inheritor is Yang Jia'an's daughter, Yang Yan.

Yang Jia'an, who was a scholar, smiled and got up to lead the way, and the others also missed this little girl who they hadn't seen for a few days, and they all followed her.

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Daiki Imperial Palace.

In the spotless imperial study, there are shelves full of thick books, and Li Xiang, who is already dressed in a dragon robe, sits alone at the desk, flipping through a history book bordered with gold wire.

The young emperor looked at the tight words on the book attentively, and laughed at himself: "Everyone in the world knows that my Daqi country has been prosperous for 600 years, but few people know that as early as a thousand years ago, Daqi was established in the world, but at that time it was still a small country with no name. ”

At this moment, Li Xiang, the son of heaven, couldn't help but feel relaxed, since the death of the queen, a huge palace, he was really the only one left, intrigues, hidden needles, forced Li Xiang, who was just sensible at that time, had to rack his brains and try to live, in this pickled palace, only the ruthless can live to the end.

Li Xiang, whose expression suddenly became desolate, walked out of the imperial study, looked at the sky of Daqi and was stunned for a long time, and muttered to himself: "Poor Daqi is about to fall at my hands." ”

When the eunuchs and palace maids who were guarding the door heard this, their faces turned pale with fright.

Li Xiang, the Son of Heaven, thought about it, walked to an old eunuch, and said calmly: "I ask you, which one do you choose?"

How dare the cowering old eunuch lie, and said truthfully: "Of course the slave chooses the former." ”

Li Xiang, who is already the king of a country, smiled brightly, "If the former lives in the trouble of exhaustion and fatigue every day and can't escape the word sorrow for a lifetime, while the latter can be carefree and happy for a lifetime, then which of the two will you choose." ”

The old eunuch's expression was anxious, and he didn't know how to choose.

Li Xiang helped the blue sky and jasper belt around his waist, slowly walked down the steps, looked up to the sky and laughed, "I only hope that the emperor's family will not be born in the next life." ”

The eunuchs and palace maids behind him knelt down suddenly, and their bodies shivered involuntarily.

The young emperor, who had already gone away, had a secret letter in his hand.

"Daqi patron saint Li Denglou and Shengchang Yuan celebrated the battle for three days and three nights, died on the hazy slope, only half of the 400,000 soldiers and horses who fought in the battle are now left, Daqi 17 continents, has occupied nine continents, military salaries are seriously insufficient, swords and armor, war horses and forage are also in short supply......"

All the news is bad news.

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This year, this spring, Daqi was unwilling to surrender, and the territory of Shengchang expanded by thousands of miles.