Ye Luo closed the jade fan, scratched his head, pulled his hand down from the side of his face, and sighed: "Old ghost, Brother Zhou Yi is dying, you have to believe that the jade fan is not just a jade fan, but we can't figure out the secret for the time being." Now, I can only go back to the Willow Flower Pavilion, find Hu Qin to say a word, try my luck, and see if I can find a chance from the dark sand line. ”

Long Yang suddenly shook his sleeves and laughed: "Little grandson, I stepped out of Shanhai City in order to come to these five worlds to have a look, take a look, you can do anything, as long as you have good meat and good wine." ”

Ye Luo took two steps and said in a deep voice: "Old ghost, your life is so peaceful and enjoyable, I really envy you!"

Before Long Yang could say anything, he slapped on the back of Ye Luo's neck and scolded bitterly: "Grandpa, I have been locked in the gourd field for five hundred years, five hundred years, the dead are stubble after stubble, and if you can come out alive, what luxury is there to have? ”

Ye Luo understood that the old ghost was thinking in his chest, people, let go of anger, greed, sorrow and anger, and be clothed and courteous, which is also a kind of heavenly realm.

Liu Mingji, as a great scholar of Xingshan Mountain, has not returned for a long time, and this trip must be for the safety of his nephew, and he is alone in danger, and I don't know if the old road is still safe?

Chu Rong'er, Mr. Chen, and Qin Shi stepped on the scroll, flew through the clouds, and arrived at the border of Xisai.

Mr. Chen's feet are under the royal qi, wandering in the clouds of the territory of Di, Ling, and Wei, looking around, the fortress armor of various countries is continuous, standing majestically.

Mr. Chen stopped at the end of the scroll and sighed, and said with a little approval: "Back then, Ye Luoyi was the general, scared away tens of thousands of male soldiers, and blocked the encirclement and attack of the three kingdoms, so that Xisai tended to be stable. ”

Chu Rong'er snorted and laughed, "It's not so mysterious, it's so powerful!"

Mr. Chen said indifferently: "The generals of the first army are like the wolf king Xiaoyue, and Shan Ze is frightened. Ye Luo is a horizontal sword, and the Tianyan army is all desperate martial artists who charge into battle, life and death, who dares to take half a step?"

Qin Shi nodded in agreement, praising the mighty spirit of the Tianyan Army.

Above the Cisse, there are hundreds of lonely cities.

The northwest is adjacent to the Di region, the yellow sand is long, the west belongs to the Qinwei River at the beginning, the water stream is murmuring, and the Wei country is across the water, the northeast is close to the Ling country, the short grass is light green, and the water is dotted with quagmires.

Mr. Chen stepped down from the clouds, collected the bamboo scroll, shook his hands, and stood on the hill in front of the lonely city of Sisai overlooking.

The golden clouds overwhelm the city, and the armor is as bright as scales.

On the city wall, it was the guards of the Tianyan army, with their spears straight, lined up like a long dragon, holding up condescendingly, and gaining insight into all the movements under the city.

The three people on the hill descended with their spirits, Mr. Chen was in front, and Chu Rong'er and Qin Shi followed behind, lining up on both sides.

Between the uneven brick lattices on the city wall of the Cissai City, the iron-clad and copper-helmeted warrior immediately shouted with a lanted gun: "Who is under the city, what are you doing here?"

Mr. Chen's face was calm, and he replied slowly: "I am Chen Gongke, a Confucian sect in Qiushui Town, and here today, I will see your deputy general Guan Shanbei. ”

"It turned out to be a Confucian sage, but the army must act according to the law, there is no imperial edict, I am afraid it is difficult to meet, and please return the sage, the small one is here. ”

Mr. Chen looked at the soldier on the city wall, and said calmly: "Please also go and pass on the message to sell face to the old Confucian, since I am here, I must see the general himself." ”

Mr. Chen threw out a stone seal, which was hanging in front of the soldier's eyes, and it was a Confucian saint seal given by the emperor.

The soldier took it, was stunned for a moment, turned his head and whispered to a soldier next to him, put down the spear in his hand, and bowed his hand: "Sir, the capital is quite far away from here, please wait patiently, wait for the general to reply, and then inform the sir." ”

Mr. Chen nodded silently, raised his eyes to look at the big characters on the city gate, and gradually went down, the iron-locked city gate was like a vertical log, standing still, and not even a creaky sound was revealed.

Chen Gongke, as a Confucian saint in Qiushui Town, advocates educating people with education, and rarely participates in state affairs and sectarian disputes, but the reputation in the rivers and lakes is still equal to that of Confucian saints, not inferior.

Although Emperor Yu is mediocre, but also respectful of Confucianism, every year in the Mid-Autumn Festival, will lead the priest to visit the Confucian school, within the court and the opposition, bureaucrats at all levels are well aware of its meaning, behave, are self-caring and courteous and modest, and its domineering style, humble and flattering.

After an hour of incense, the handwritten letter of the soldier who took the general flew up the city wall, threw it back to Mr. Chen, and said loudly: "Respectfully invite Mr. Chen to enter the city!"

The soldier waved his hand, and the city gate slowly pushed open, and the six wrestlers pushed the door together, pushed open the half-covered, and waited until the three of them entered the city, and then slowly closed it.

Nine vertical and horizontal roads in the city of Xisai, all are stone roads where soldiers and horses gallop, and then in the middle of the tent drill site is miscellaneous, the military soldiers practice rolling with guns, between horizontal and vertical splits, the chapter is symmetrical, sweeping and standing up, mighty and domineering.

After the three of them flew through thousands of steps, they arrived at the Metropolitan Mansion, and the armor in front of the door pinched their swords and eyebrows, and their eyes were cold

Stand.

Mr. Chen took out the letter from the Guan Du and handed it to the guards in front of the mansion, and waited quietly for the soldiers to open the letter and let him go, please enter the mansion.

In the middle of a word, the guards bowed and invited Mr. Chen into the house.

Chu Rong'er glanced around, compared to the magnificent inner hall of the palace, the difference was thousands of miles away, just like a walker stepping on ice, the figure was thin and simple, and even the architectural style of the Chu Mansion was inferior.

In the house, there is no flower garden gallery, and a row of bluestone roads leads directly to the main hall.

Guan Shanbei met with Chen Shengren, saluted him, and stretched out his hand to invite him to take a seat.

Mr. Chen nodded.

Chu Rong'er bowed and replied, without a trace of slackness, after all, it was the Xisaidu Mansion, and it was still necessary to pay attention to some official salutes and bows, and it seemed formal and courteous. Qin Shi, as a citizen of Dayu and a disciple of Mr. Chen, was even more solemn in his invitation, kneeling and waving his hands.

As soon as General Guan stepped forward, he hurriedly helped Qin Shi up, subconsciously pointed to Qin Shi's knee, asked him to pat the dust, and asked him not to make such a big gift. In the general's mansion, there is no distinction between generals and ministers, and there are no rude clichés.

Qin Shi and Chu Rong'er leaned over and sat on the left case, close to each other, Mr. Chen put down the bamboo scroll in his hand, sat cross-legged on the right case, put his left hand on his lap, and looked at Guan Shanbei and sat down.

Out of the corner of her eye, Chu Rong'er caught a glimpse of General Guan raising her glass, and then took the gift of inviting wine.

Mr. Chen smiled faintly, as if he had thoughts, but he was still as steady as Mount Tai, not impatient, and not chaotic.

General Guan politely said hello one by one.

The three of them nodded back, and Guan Shanbei asked again, "Mr. Chen's foot in Xisai, could it be a big deal?"

Mr. Chen nodded, glancing at the servants in the main hall.

Guan Shanbei didn't wait for a moment, instantly understood Mr.'s deep meaning, and waved his hand away from a few servants who were waiting to listen with wine.

When the servant slowly closed the hall door, the general asked with his hand, "Sir, please speak!"

(End of chapter)