There is never a shortage of happy and grudges on the rivers and lakes, and the sword and sword shadow are the rivers and lakes.

In the cabin, a man in a black shirt sat at the window, with thick eyebrows and dark skin, not ugly but definitely not handsome, at most a little heroic, but exuding an inexplicable wildness, like a wolf in the forest.

He looked out into the woods and grinned at a man with a variety of weapons.

They are the people of Oolong Mountain, the largest gang in this wind ferry, and the notorious gang.

The man drank all the wine in the glass, then picked up the long sword on the table and stood up, "What perseverance!"

A while ago, the man passed by the wind ferry and then encountered a martial arts competition to recruit relatives, the man looked at the woman's beauty and then went up, it was originally to play a trick, by the way, it would be good to marry a beautiful daughter-in-law, the handsome surname Mo will not bury himself all the time, saying that he is black, but also daydreaming of wanting to be a sword fairy......

In the process of the competition, that kid lost and was beaten by himself, because that kid deserved it, he was originally a bully of men and women, but he was the young master of Oolong Mountain!

The man in the black shirt walked out of the room with the long sword in his hand, and then the long sword came out of its sheath and sneered, "Who said that I really can't kill?"

"The surname Mo said that the rabbit is in a hurry and bites, although Lao Tzu can't say the big truth in those books, but today Lao Tzu wants to kill people!"

"Whoosh!"

The sword is out of the sheath, and those who mix the rivers and lakes are all begging for life in the sword light and sword shadow, but it is still divided into masters and small minions, and he may not be able to open the mountain with a sword, but it is very easy to kill with a sword......

The wind blew, the sword was sheathed, and a dozen minions all fell in a pool of blood!

"The surname is Mo, Lao Tzu is also a hero now!"

"The surname is Xue, do you dare to say that Lao Tzu's swordsmanship is bad?"

"The little girl surnamed Miao, you can't beat me when I sneak into your shower this time!"

The man in the black shirt walked in the woods and raised his mouth: "You Second Master Gu, now you are also the Tianjiao on the heavenly list, this sword is wonderful!"

"It's been more than two years, are you okay?"

............

In the imperial capital of Tianlan City.

In the Lingxiao Pavilion, Xia Hanhuang, who was wearing a dragon robe, looked at the man sitting opposite him and smiled

"Emperor, how long has it been since you played chess?"

The middle-aged man in the blue robe on the opposite side smiled: "Your Majesty has probably never played against each other since he succeeded to the throne!"

The middle-aged man's name is Murong Hua, and no one has mentioned his name for too long, probably from the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States period to the present day, only Mo Wentian and Qi Yanjun Tianxin, and a few old ministers remember this name, he is the teacher of Emperor Xia Han, and he is the immortal hero who cultivated the Ming Jun who is the co-lord of the world in front of him!

"Teacher, which one are you most satisfied with?" asked Emperor Xia Han.

The middle-aged man took a sip of tea and smiled, "Your Majesty has already known it in his heart, hasn't he?"

"Haha, there are some things that can't be avoided when you are born in the royal family"

Xia Hanhuang smiled freely, and then said, "Then teacher, do you know that I issued two holy decrees to Mo Wentian, who was heading to the northwest?"

"Guessed!" Murong Hua nodded.

"What does the teacher think of my two holy decrees?" Xia Hanhuang continued to ask, he needed the opinion of the person in front of him.

Murong Hua raised his hand and rubbed his right shoulder, "Medium, medium, fly in the ointment!"

"Why the fly in the ointment?"

"The first holy decree divides the northwest land to Mo Wentian and crowns him as the vassal king"

"The second holy decree should be to announce that the title of the Northwest Land and the vassal king is allowed to be hereditary and passed on from generation to generation!"

Murong Hua patted his right leg and then stretched again, unceremonious to this disciple of his own or the owner of two-thirds of the land in the world.

"You drove the Mo family into the northwest to guard the country and stay away from the imperial capital, which can be described as the best of both worlds, and then gave the fief and the king and allowed the Mo family to be the hereditary king, which can be regarded as a stick and a date, but it can also make the Mo family's generals have nothing to say and can only hold back, and let the people of the world who don't understand the meaning see your imperial grace!"

Saying that, Murong Hua said very seriously, "But you ignored some problems."

"First, that is the title of the protector of the country, you can't take it away, it is the first emperor himself, and the first emperor ordered someone to engrave a few words of the protector Mo Wentian in front of his imperial mausoleum!"

"Second, that is, the first emperor and Mo Wentian gathered 300,000 Mo family troops in the Tiantu Mountain in Tiantu City in the northwest, countless civil and military generals, raised their arms and pointed to the Central Plains to establish the Tianlan Empire, and the northwest is also the ancestral land of the Mo family, so there is no ...... to expel it."

"Third, it doesn't matter where Mo Wentian is, for the Mo family with 300,000 iron horses, even if he Mo Wentian does not have the title of Protector of the Kingdom, he is not the general of Tianlan, even if he is just a vassal king far away from the northwest of the border of the imperial capital, then he is also the most powerful vassal king in the world because he has 300,000 iron horsemen in the world, and as long as Mo Wentian is alive, the few names and veterans of the Mo family will not have an opinion on the hereditary throne, at least not on the surface, so the Mo family army will not have internal strife......"

Murong Hua didn't care about Xia Hanhuang, who was already pale, and continued to say word by word: "Combining these three points, apart from keeping the Mo family away from the imperial capital, everything you do is just meaningless......

"Click!" The cup in Xia Hanhuang's hand shattered, and bruises appeared on his face......

"Alas!" Murong Hua shook his head, there was something he hadn't said for many years.

He wanted to say that compared to the first emperor, you are still a little less bearing, and you are a little less temperament for countless famous ministers and generals in the Spring and Autumn Period to follow......

As long as the 300,000 Mo family army exists, the Mo family will always be the Mo family, and as long as the old man who is already a little hunchback is still alive, the Mo family will always be the Mo family......

............

In the early spring of the Tianlan calendar, the Mo family moved to the northwest, and at the same time, the royal family promulgated two holy decrees that seemed to be the emperor's grace.

"The twelve cities of the three continents in the northwest are divided into the fiefdoms of the Mo family, Mo Wentian is crowned as the king of the Northwest Tiantu, the Mo family enters the Northwest Tiantu City, and allows the king of Tiantu to be hereditary ......"

At the same time, the world was shocked, because Mo Wentian was the head of the military ministers, and he was the protector of the country who was given by the first emperor to override the kings, and now he was crowned the king of Tiantu, and he had a vast fief of the twelve cities of the entire northwest three continents, which was definitely the most powerful person in thousands of years, and the Mo family became the first family that could inherit the throne since the ancient kingdom of Yanhuang, even if the title of protector of the country after Mo Wentian's death in the future will not be inherited by descendants, and the position of the general may also change hands, but the title of the king of Tiantu is destined not to be only one life, which is enough for future generations to continue to become a carefree vassal king of the separating side, of course, everything depends on whether the son of the Mo family has the ability to inherit it......

Some people are sighing, is the general old? Maybe he is really old, and some people are happy, this second emperor who has no king's magic skills and is a master has finally left the imperial capital, and finally no one dares to bring a knife into the court, and dare to pull out a knife in the court to kill those scholars who are full of literary and brilliant scholars.

............

In the Imperial Capital Prime Minister's Mansion.

Qi Yan sat in the pavilion, and beside him was Qi Ziling, the only proud son in this life.

"Alas, this old guy can be regarded as a fallen leaf in the end!"

Qi Yan looked at the cheerful carp in the lake and smiled, "Since the beginning of the year from the northwest, it can be regarded as returning to the hometown now?"

"Then it's really decades late for this cloth to return to his hometown," Qi Ziling shook his head ridiculously on the side.

What are you laughing at? Are you laughing at the old man who laid thousands of miles of rivers and mountains for Tianlan or is laughing at the Xia Hanhuang who is high up in the sky and decides life and death? Maybe it's both, this is not the Tianlan he Qi Ziling wants to see......

"Ziling, as long as my father lives, our Qi family will always be Tianlan's courtiers," Qi Yan looked at Qi Ziling in a complicated manner and said meaningfully.

Qi Ziling was stunned for a moment, then sighed and stared at the carp in the lake that wanted to jump out but couldn't jump out in a daze......

............

The empire has a military aircraft department, which is the highest institution that controls the empire's war horses, weapons, chariots, grain and grass, and intelligence......

The person in charge of the Military Aircraft Department is called Wang Yaozong, the official to the first rank of the lieutenant, and he is also an old man who came from the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period.

The little fat man Wang Fei looked at this grandfather who was not angry and arrogant, and then pouted and said: "Brother Xiaofan's family and grandpa fought all the way from the Spring and Autumn Period to have these thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and now they are expelled when they say that they will be expelled, which is really chilling!"

"What do little boys know!"

Wang Yaozong glared at Wang Fei, and then he said earnestly, "Xiao Fei, grandpa doesn't ask you to have much talent, I just want you to live happily and happily all your life, even if you keep going on, don't pay attention to these troubles in the family and the country......"

"Grandpa, Xiao Fei understands!" Wang Fei nodded as if he didn't understand.

Wang Yaozong looked at the northwest direction in the distance, and then sighed heavily: "Old man, the corpse mountains and blood seas of the Spring and Autumn Period have all come over, don't you just die in the northwest homeland like this!"

............

Outside Tianlan City, Xiao Changfeng stopped and looked at this incomparably prosperous imperial capital, looking at the largest city in the world, he suddenly smiled disdainfully.

"Is King Zhennan laughing at this ruthless and unrighteous emperor, or is he laughing at the people who don't know why at all?"

Yu Wentian, who was wearing a blue battle armor, walked over, he forgot how many years he hadn't worn this battle armor, he only remembered that when he was a small captain, the most powerful generalissimo in Tianlan gave him this battle armor, just because he killed I don't know how many barbarians I don't know, and I forgot how I climbed back to the barracks!

At that time, Mo Wentian was not hunchbacked, Mo Shaoqing was not dead, Xiao Changfeng did not go far to Jiangnan, and he was not the king of Changping, who was powerful in the world!

At that time, he was really high-spirited, Mo Shaoqing in white, Xiao Changfeng, Yuwen Tiandu, that was the era of three people, and the court at that time only had the light of these three people!

They will shout for who killed more enemies, and they will sneak out of the barracks to see the beautiful beauty of the rivers and lakes and then be beaten by Old Man Mo, and they will also sit outside the barracks in the middle of the night and drink a pot of ten miles of incense produced in the imperial capital, which is called a fragrant smell, sitting on the ground regardless of the cold to discuss the rivers and lakes, talking about the world, so unspirited!!

What about now? Mo Shaoqing is dead, he has become the king of Changping, and Xiao Changfeng has become the king of Jiangnan, but the time when he drank ten miles of incense and blew cowhide to kill the enemy has long been gone......

"Isn't this armor burning your body?" Xiao Changfeng looked at Yuwen Tiandu coldly, and then said, "You know, the last thing I want to see is you."

"You turned a blind eye when my eldest brother and sister-in-law died, and the boy in red who used to shout at our brother behind us is now completely depleted, and can no longer put on armor to go into battle......"

Saying that, Xiao Changfeng stretched out his finger and pointed at Yuwen Tiandu, and scolded: "What the hell is the king of Changping? What is the first master of the empire, I will fuck you!"

"The old man is old, and he has to force people to go to the northwest, do you squint your eyes with a smile?"

"You Yuwen Tiandu is powerful, you have become the closest person to the lord of Tianlan Country, and your son is also a famous Tianjiao, which is really enviable!"

Xiao Changfeng pointed at him and said fiercely, "Maybe I'm going to call you a general in a few years?

"Phew!"

Xiao Changfeng spit out a mouthful of phlegm fiercely, then turned around and led the horse away, "Damn, what a broken place, it's still good ...... Jiangnan"

Maybe the wind was too strong, and some tears flowed out of the eyes of this world-famous Jiangnan King with 100,000 heavy soldiers......

Yuwen Tiandu looked at the figure that was getting farther and farther away, as if the day before yesterday this person was still a heroic young general, standing beside him swearing and shouting brother, the gentle man in white also stood in the middle of the two people and pointed out the world, and he still looked at him with admiration and smirked.

"Big brother, Changfeng"

"We can't go back......"

This man who is now powerful in the world is in tears, his body is trembling, he never said a word, just watched quietly, listened, he wanted to wear this armor to take another look at the old man, and then think about the past, the time when he was full of spirit......

...

In this world, everything can never be satisfactory, everything cannot be glamorous, there will always be gaps and cracks somewhere, just like the three heavenly kings of Tianlan back then, just like the three high-spirited brothers back then......

............