The vermilion palace wall is hidden behind the willow color, and the glazed tiles are dancing with golden light, and there is a solemn and quiet between the movement and quiet.

A bald old horse, with a bony body, carrying an old man with a white beard, walked slowly within the walls of a deserted palace.

I wonder if both horses and people feel panicked.

The horse's hooves struck the bluestone on the ground with a crisp sound, but the sergeant on duty did not hear it.

Because on the forehead of the old horse hung a golden token.

The token, which allowed him to travel through the palace, was casually hung on the horse's head.

The old man and the old horse, in the sound of hooves, swayed to a side hall.

Yang Hao walked out of the temple gate for the first time to greet the saint.

His mood was very relaxed, and in his opinion, today may be the most wonderful day since he ascended the throne.

The battle of the Fog Hidden Valley was successful, and the great trouble of Beiyuan suddenly disappeared.

Each of them is a happy thing that has been exciting for him for a long time, and now it may be a double happiness.

Thinking of this, looking at the old man who had single-handedly managed these two changes, Yang Hao's eyes were full of gratitude and respect.

The storyteller got off his horse and was welcomed into the hall by Yang Hao.

He sat down opposite Xun Wei, looked at the pair of Daduan monarchs, and said with an expressionless face, "There is a letter in the Fog Hidden Valley. ”

Yang Hao and Xun Wei were not surprised that the old man could know the situation so quickly, they had already heard of the contact between the four saints.

I think it was the old fisherman who sat in Yunmeng Daze this time told me.

The two glanced at each other, and then Xun Wei spoke, "Please also ask the saint to explain in detail." ”

The storyteller calmly picked up his wine glass and looked at Yang Hao, "It's dead." ”

Then he drank all the wine in the cup, and while Yang Hao and Xun Wei's joy had not fully bloomed, he said the second half of the sentence, "I'm talking about our people." ”

Yang Hao's body, which had been raised excitedly, suddenly softened, and he sat back on the wide chair.

Xun Wei immediately asked, "What about the other party?"

In his calculations, it is normal for a dead person to die, and it is not impossible for the sergeants sent to die completely, but as long as the effect is achieved, the consequences can be bearable.

The storyteller sighed slightly, he was also a little puzzled, but the fact had indeed happened, and the old fisherman didn't need to lie to him, "The only one who can be regarded as a big fish is only Cao Ye." ”

The re-rising brilliance in Yang Hao's eyes went out again, and he muttered, "How is it possible!"

The old storyteller calmly relayed the news from the old fisherman's side to them.

The atmosphere froze for a while, and no one expected that a big plan that had been planned for so long and mobilized so many forces from all sides would end up like this.

Xun Wei had no choice but to stand up and ease the atmosphere, "Fortunately, the situation in Beiyuan is not bad. ”

The storyteller stood up, "For more details, Your Majesty and the national teacher can wait for your people to come back and ask about it." ”

After speaking, he walked outside, and just took two steps, he suddenly stopped, turned his head to look at Yang Hao's already gloomy face, "There is something I forgot to say, if the emperor abdicates today, and Xuanzun is in charge, the four of us congratulate us, Xuanzun has lifted the restrictions on the four of us, and we can act arbitrarily in the future." Your Majesty and the National Teacher can rest assured. ”

After speaking, he walked out of the palace gate, rode the weak horse, and bowed his hand to Xun Wei, who went out to see him off, and swayed out of the palace.

There is a sentence, he didn't tell Yang Hao and Xun Wei that although Xuanzun lifted their restrictions, he also took back their privilege to supervise the world.

I can no longer sit in the sky and quietly look somewhere, nor can I fish for those fragments of the ripples of the heart lake.

This world, which once had few secrets in their eyes, will become mysterious again.

It is said that Xuanzun is busy with the grand ceremony of coming from all directions, and when he is busy for a while, he will think of a way to see if he can come back.

After the storyteller left, there were two people left in the main hall again.

Yang Hao slammed his fist on the table, and his heart was full of anger.

He was angry that the bamboo basket was empty, and he was also angry at the attitude of the old storyteller, and when he left, he dared to beat himself.

I forgot the courtesy when I walked out of the temple door to greet him.

In the final analysis, interests are changing, and where are the relationships based on interests being stable?

Seeing Yang Hao's unkind face, Xun Wei comforted: "Those things are not imminent, at least Beiyuan's side is successful." ”

Listening to Xun Wei's reminder, Yang Hao also eased a little, "Yes." It's me who is a little greedy. ”

He stood up, spread out a map, and looked at Xun Wei, "Let's sum it up, this one must make Xue Lu regret it too late!"

Xun Wei nodded and stepped forward, looking at the map on the table with him, "Now even if Xue Lu knows that we are going to go on a northern expedition, he can't spare his hand, so he can only stick to it." But at the same time, since he would rather pull out Xue Zheng's roadblock for the sake of the Southern Expedition, it means that once he frees up his hand, he will put the Southern Expedition on the agenda. ”

"Therefore, according to yesterday's discussion, I have ordered the military department to send a message to Deng Dingfang, asking him to clean up his armaments and be ready to accept the rear army at any time. ”

Xun Wei nodded, with the right match to win by surprise, this time there is really no need to make any surprise attack, that is, with the momentum of thunder, take advantage of his illness to kill him!

After the main force of the army left Xiongzhou City under the Yang Pass, it was the time for the rest of the partial divisions to expand their results.

"Your Majesty, then let's convene a meeting, shall we?"

Yang Hao nodded hatefully, "Han Feilong should be almost here, I have to ask him how he failed the emperor's grace!"

Xun Wei sighed, "Your Majesty, Han Feilong is our appointed commander of the expedition to the north, and I also ask Your Majesty to allow him to make meritorious contributions." ”

"I know it, but I can't beat him without knocking him. Obviously, at this short time, Yang Hao had already figured out how to deal with Han Feilong.

The two monarchs and ministers were about to take a step, and the generals on duty outside the palace gate rushed to the gate of the hall quickly, kneeling down through the door and shouting: "Your Majesty, the staff is urgent!"

The Ministry Division, like Si Wencao, was an espionage agency of the Daduan Dynasty, but its functions were different.

Si Wencao is mainly to supervise hundreds of officials, and more internally.

The main responsibility of the staff department is the management of secret espionage and the acquisition of intelligence.

Yang Hao and Xun Wei glanced at each other, there was joy in their eyes, the staff department was in a hurry at the moment, it must be related to Xue Zheng!

Ordering the guards to come in, Yang Hao took the envelope, and when he saw that the fire paint was still there, he waved him to retreat.

Tearing open the envelope and taking a look, Yang Hao angrily grabbed an extremely precious inkstone on the table and smashed it on the ground.

Still puzzled, he kicked the precious desk away again, breaking and scattering in the air.

Xun was quick and grabbed the map on the table.

Then he took the note from Yang Hao's hand, and the letter read:

"Xue Zheng attacked Yinyang Pass alone, the pass broke and died, the Xiongzhou defenders did their best to defend the army, took advantage of the chaos to attack Yinyang Pass, Yinyang Pass was lost, Deng Dingfang was killed, thousands of soldiers were captured, and countless losses of heavy grain and grass were lost. Offensive and defensive momentum, easy!"

Xun Wei read it carefully, looked up to the sky and sighed, "What a peerless countryman!"

Outside the palace gate, another report suddenly sounded, "Your Majesty, the military department is still asking to see you outside the palace gate." ”

Yang Hao's chest rose and fell violently, and Xun Wei whispered on the side, "It's really dead." ”

Yang Hao, who quickly calmed down his emotions, said in a deep voice: "Let him go to the Qinzheng Palace and wait." ”

"Whoa!"

Yang Hao turned around and walked in the direction of the Qinzheng Palace.

Xun Wei glanced at the note in his hand again, "Xue Zheng, Xue Zheng, is it worth it?"

Tianjing City, an ordinary alley, there is a big tree with dense shade at the mouth of the alley, and a man in purple sits on the tree.

Under the tree, a skinny bald old horse slowly walked by, and the old man on the horse raised his head, and the two eyes met in the air.

The dialogue of the ripples of the heart lake will not be heard by a third person.

The old man said calmly: "Chang'an?"

The man in purple touched his nose and laughed at himself: "I didn't expect me to be quite famous?"

"Are you waiting for me?"

"What are you planning to set up camp in the capital on this day?"

"What's the matter? Do you still need Chang'an Sword Immortal's consent?"

"If you live a good life, you don't have to. ”

The old man snorted coldly, "Chang'an Sword Immortal's hand is inevitably stretched too long. ”

Chang An smiled, "Xuanzun has already issued a decree, you have been liberated and deprived of authority at the same time, and now the four of you, that is, ordinary monks of the Dao Realm, still regard yourself as the Four Saints?"

The old man's gaze suddenly turned cold, staring at Chang'an.

Chang'an didn't care at all, "If you want to go to the front of the stage, it's no problem to live that rich and prosperous life, and it's your business to leave the blood of the clan forever like the Holy Water Alliance, or if you want to continue to stir up the wind and clouds and stir up the general trend of the world as you did back then, I can't control it." I just have one request. ”

Chang'an raised a finger and said word by word: "Don't do things in Tianjing City." ”

The old man said indifferently: "It's over?"

Chang An shook his head, "You don't have to give yourself a name or something?"

The old man brushed his sleeves away.

Chang'an lay in the shade of the branches, looking around the peaceful and peaceful Tianjing City, smiling.

When a lot of news came one after another and reached the small courtyard in Jincheng, Wen Wei began to drink vigorously.

Xun Yu silently came to the study, spread out a blank scroll, and drew with a pen.

A black-clothed figure seemed to come to life again on the picture scroll, with slender lips, a handsome face, and an arrogant look.

Quietly waiting for the ink to dry, Xun Yu looked north, as if recalling the time when Qingyun took the Xue family boy home as a guest.

Back then, he once watched the two juniors drink wine, discussing the general trend of the world, and scolding Fang Xuan.

In the future, one became Ling Shuai, and the other became Xue Junshen.

I never thought that a few decades later, my old bones are still there, but those heroic heroes have been buried in the dust of history.

And this world will be a turmoil, I don't know if this time, is it someone else who sends him away, or is he going to send away a newcomer?

Xun Yu rolled up the portrait and solemnly put it into a quaint huge wooden box.

In the box, there are Qin Ling, Zhong Lie, and many people who should be honored and remembered, and now there is a new name, Cao Yelai.

Xun Yu quietly waited for the day when the clouds fell in the future, and these portraits could be hung openly for the world to pay respects to.

When the smoke of Yunmeng Daze cleared, Li Zhichuan organized people to dig a big pit in the Fog Hidden Valley, buried the bodies of the fallen soldiers in it, and sprinkled a large amount of lime, they were innocent.

A new sect suddenly rose on the banks of Yunmeng Daze, shaking the entire cultivation world like thunder.

This emerging sect called Yunmeng Sect has become the hottest topic in the cultivation world with a long list of resounding worship names.

The chief enshrines the carved dragon Fu Lin of Sixiang Mountain, and the second seat enshrines the chief manager of the Beiyuan General's Mansion Yan Jinghan, and Xie Chong, the mountain son of the eight horses of the Beiyuan.

Named and enshrined, Li Zhichuan, the head of Zixiao Palace, Zhuang Jinju, the head of Confucianism, Kulian, the abbot of the Buddhist Dabei Temple, Xing Zhaoyuan, the owner of Hengduan Dao Village, and Huo Beizhen, the elder of Xiling Sword Sect.

So much so that many people who don't know what they are are eagerly asking where Jiang Cang, the first sect master of the Yunmeng Sect, is.

On a mountain, Li Zhichuan, Zhuang Jinju, and Kulian stood side by side.

Li Zhichuan said: "From now on, I finally don't have to worry about having eyes on the top of my head and ears on the wall." ”

Zhuang Jinju smiled and said: "It's still good for you, there are people in the sky to protect you, and there will be news from time to time." ”

Li Zhichuan laughed, and then looked at Kulian, "Great monk, it's time to tell us what's going on with Sun Dayun, right? ”

Kulian clasped her hands together and smiled, "You know I've been looking for something. ”

Zhuang Jinju's hand stroking his beard shook, "Reincarnation disk?"

Bitter Lotus smiled triumphantly.

Zhuang Jinju shook his head, "In this way, it seems that among the tasks of the three of us, it is really possible that you will be the first to complete it!"

Li Zhichuan didn't care about Zhuang Jinju's jokes, and couldn't hide his excitement, "Could it be this kid?"

"The wonder of fate is indescribable. Bitter Lotus smiled.

Li Zhichuan suddenly remembered something, "What about Cao ......?"

Kulian immediately interrupted him with a smile, "Buddha Yun, don't say it, don't say it. ”

Hahahaha!

Hearty laughter resounded between the mountains and rivers.

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In the attic, the withered man let out a long breath of turbid air and stopped writing.

Take a break from the passage of time and return to the real world.

He looked at the two boxes of manuscripts slowly in the box on the ground, and smiled easily.

Those who seek profit win for a time, and those who fight for righteousness win for a lifetime.

If the scale of time is extended, the final winner must be won in the hearts of a person.

Because, we are human!

(End of Volume II)