Jianmen Mountain Range, located in the southeast of Xiyong Road, the mountains are continuous, the peaks are beautiful, some are dangerous, some are winding, some are flat, some are abrupt, just like the undulating waves on the sea, turbulent and surging.

On the side of the distant mountain, there is a layer of light veil, and the shadows are sufficient, if it is about to leave, it is like a few light strokes of ink smearing the sky, and there is the sect of the one-word sword sect. I saw a huge long sword comparable to the height of the mountain peak, inserted diagonally on the mountain peak, lifelike, and it was impossible to tell whether it was a stone sculpture or a real sword. Under the giant sword, a magnificent and heroic spirit spontaneously emerged, which belonged to the unique majesty and pride of the swordsman.

Underneath the greatsword, there was also a stone table, and there were several stone benches on the side of the table.

At this time, there were two people, sitting opposite each other in front of the stone table, brewing tea, drinking tea, showing a relaxed and light look, one was Wang Ruoli, and the other was the master of the Sword Gate, Lu Lu.

"Leaving the king alone to come to the Sword Gate is really a little surprising to the master of this sect. Lu Lu took a sip of tea and said calmly.

"This king is here to seek cooperation and discuss common development, so naturally there is no need to work and mobilize the people. Wang Ruoli picked up the teacup and replied indifferently.

"Really?" Lu Lu didn't seem to believe it, "But how did the master of this sect hear that in the past few days, King Liwang has been making every effort to integrate the major families and sects in the four realms. Yesterday, the Anxiety Relief faction and the Hanjiang Gang in the south shed a lot of blood because they refused to cooperate. ”

"That's an example, and I hope Lord Lulu doesn't mind. Wang Ruoli was cautious and looked at Lulu, "This king attaches great importance to the one-word sword gate, not only because the one-word sword gate is the first sect in Xiyong Dao, but more importantly, this king admires the personality and spirit of the master of Lulu. ”

"Thank you for leaving the king's favor. However, sometimes, I am afraid that I will not be able to reach it quickly. The corners of Lu Lu's mouth twitched, "I remember the first time I saw King Li, he was heroic and high-spirited, thinking that he would be the mainstay of the Great Song Dynasty, but he didn't know that the King Li, who grew up, was much more ambitious than the three leading soldiers." ”

"Ambition?" Wang Ruoli shook his head, "This king does not agree, the so-called social world is not limited to one dynasty and one clan, and the so-called loyalty and benevolence are not ignorant of affairs. ”

"Three thousand avenues, in the end, it is not the imperial court that the master of this door yearns for, but the person who can really stabilize the world and benefit the people. Lu Lu's words were deep, and some words came to his lips, but he didn't say them, "It's a pity that he has been blinded by the king, and he has gradually deviated from his former path for his own selfish desires." ”

"The king didn't. Wang Ruoli's expression was resolute, "The position is different, the responsibility is different, although this king has no sense of belonging to the Song Dynasty, but no matter which dynasty the people come from, they are all the people under the rule of this king, and they will be treated equally." ”

"I hope so. Lu Lu urged his spiritual power, boiled the kettle of water for making tea, and continued, "You can boil it again when the water is cold, but if the heart is cold, I am afraid that it will never be recovered." ”

"Lord Lulu is taught. Wang Ruoli nodded cautiously.

"The master of this sect originally had a little selfishness and wanted to persuade the king to reduce the killing, but after seeing the king, he suddenly found that some things could not be stopped if he wanted to, because he was sailing against the current, and if he did not advance, he would retreat. "Lulu sighed," alas...... The trees want to be quiet and the wind does not stop ......"

"Thank you Lulumen for your forgiveness. Wang Ruoli replied with emotion.

"Leaving the king's whole army is also an opportunity for me to be under the sword gate. Lu Lu said slowly, "The master of this sect has no intention of refusing, and the specific affairs will be handed over to the elders and deacons in the sect. ”

"Thank you so much. Wang Ruoli smiled and expressed his gratitude slightly, "For the one-word sword gate, this king will definitely not live up to it." ”

"That's for later, for later. Lulu was still calm.

"Thank you for your love. Wang Ruoli got up, "Today, I will thank Lord Lulu for his tea and hospitality." ”

"Walk slowly away from the king. Lulu stretched out his hand.

The two saw each other in a hurry, don't be in a hurry, they can't talk about friendship, they can't talk about disputes, they can only be regarded as a kind of blandness, like clear water.

As soon as he left the Jianmen Mountain Range, he saw four figures standing in the air, waiting eagerly, obviously waiting in front for a long time.

Seeing Wang Ruoli approaching, the four of them hurriedly greeted him.

Wang Ruoli frowned slightly, raised his eyes, and saw four people on the other side, three men and one woman, who were none other than Li Yanbo, the master of Yanbo Pavilion, Xia Qingliang, the owner of Qingliangtai, and the two protectors of Konghou Pavilion, Du Lusheng and Meng Yaoqin.

Before, Wang Ruoli destroyed Tingyulou and killed Chu Gaozhan, the king of Zhan, which caused the entire pavilion to fall into panic and chaos, and for a while, people were panicked. However, Wang Ruoli did not completely destroy the pavilions and pavilions, but marched into Xilong and Xichuan, and then led the army north to Xiyong, and after obtaining the land of the four roads, he began to integrate domestic affairs, and never found time to take care of the follow-up affairs of the pavilions and pavilions.

"Leaving Wang ......" The four people came to Wang Ruoli and saluted respectfully.

"Originally, this king was looking for a time to come to the door in person and meet a few people. Wang Ruoli looked calm and said calmly, "It's rare that you have gathered by yourself, it seems that you have thought it through?"

"Leaving the king's might, shaking the Shenyuan, we have offended the king before, and please leave the king regardless of the previous suspicions, accept us, and in the future, before and after the saddle, only from the king's horse. Li Yanbo took a step forward and said respectfully, knowing in his heart that with the death of King Zhan, the pavilions and pavilions have already existed in name only, and in the face of the cruel blow of the king, it must be a dead end. For today's plan, only to take refuge in the king is to find a way out.

"Your worries, your thoughts, this king understands. Wang Ruoli groaned slightly, in fact, he had long wanted to take it back for his own use, so he let go and left the remnants of the pavilions, "Don't say anything, don't admonish it, and don't blame the past." From now on, there is no Yanbo Pavilion, there is no Qingliang Terrace, there is no Listening to the Rain Building, there is no Gonghou Pavilion, the pavilions and pavilions have become a thing of the past, and then they all belong to the Si Ming Pavilion. ”

"Thank you for your magnanimity. When Xia Qingliang heard this, his heart relaxed, and he immediately changed his mouth to call Wang Ruoli the prince.

"In the Pavilion, I am the commander. Wang Ruoli looked ahead and said thoughtfully.

"Subordinates, see Lord Si Ming. The four of them listened and hurriedly paid homage.

"No need to be polite. Wang Ruoli nodded slightly, satisfied with the initiative of Li Yanbo and the others, but saved himself from spending time to surrender, but when he saw the people in the Konghou Pavilion, he couldn't help but think of Hongshang, I don't know where she is now, how is she doing, "By the way, Lusheng Protector, Yaoqin Protector, Hongshang has ever come back?"

"Lord Hui Si Ming, his subordinates and others have been looking for red clothes, but unfortunately they have never heard from him. Du Lusheng and Meng Yaoqin looked dull and shook their heads and replied.

"Hmm...... Keep searching, and if there is any news, report it to the king immediately. Wang Ruoli listened, feeling a little disappointed, and immediately commanded.

"Understood. Du Lusheng and Meng Yaoqin replied in unison.

Wang Ruoli was in a mood, thinking that in his red maple space, there had always been a strong spirit king imprisoned, that is, the culprit who made Li Konghou into a Gu corpse, the Golden Cicada Gu King, however, he never saw the red clothes, who should he talk to about all the complicated things?

Red clothes, red clothes, where the hell are you? Are you hiding from this king?