Chapter 80

Lame leg, Song Zhihua, the Duke of Luding who is known as one of the two top strategists in Nanzhan Buzhou, has always had the habit of reading at night.

For Song Zhihua, reading books is no longer just the accumulation of knowledge, but a kind of hysterical feeling.

For decades, whether it was in the barracks tent or before he went to sleep, he never put down the book in his hand on the night when his only son died on the battlefield.

Autumn nights.

Slightly cool.

There is always a hint of tranquility that belongs to the end of September, and even if it rains, it will fall peacefully.

There is no rain tonight, and the night sky is full of stars.

Song Zhihua sat under the citrus tree in the backyard, with two oil lamps hanging from the branches, the oil lamps were not bright, but a little dim.

Song Zhihua liked this brightness and preferred the oil in the oil lamp.

This is the fat of the hind legs of the eldest sycamore and the musk deer carefully concocted, there is not much smoke, and there is a faint musk fragrance, not to mention that it can concentrate and concentrate, but there is always a lingering feeling in it.

The old man's deceased only son, Song Tieqi, was very good at concocting this lamp oil.

Song Zhihua put down the book in his hand, sat on the red sandalwood chair, supported his body to turn on the oil lamp, pulled down a citrus from the orange tree, peeled it, and stuffed a petal in his mouth.

The old man who is over the age of sixteen is afraid of acid, even if the oranges on the orange tree are ripe to dry up and remove moisture, and they will soon fall to the ground, he never dares to reach out and pick them and taste them.

Afraid of acid, just like the old man is afraid of too bright lights.

'Knock knock'.

There were three knocks outside the courtyard gate, and a white-haired old man standing in a dark corner was about to open the door, Song Zhihua shook his head, and the white-haired old man could only give up.

The old man forcibly swallowed the orange, which was not too sour, picked up the book, opened it, and a few lines of green sentences entered his eyes and heart.

It is the representative poem "Wind" of Li Qiao, the prime minister of Li Tang in Luzhou, Beiju:

"When you drop three autumn leaves, you can bloom February flowers. Thousands of feet of waves across the river, into the bamboo and thousands of poles slanted"

The wind can make the leaves fall off in late autumn, can urge the flowers in early spring and February, can set off thousands of feet of huge waves when it passes through the river, and can blow thousands of green bamboos crookedly when it blows into the bamboo forest.

The old man closed the book, closed his eyes and muttered, "The wind is rising, and the wind is blowing in Nanzhan Buzhou." Chongguang, you go and tell the girl, let her talk outside the door. ”

The white-haired martial artist Li Yanyang, the word is heavy, he once worshiped the second grade, and achieved the ultimate of the military generals of the Southern Chu Dynasty, he shook his head, walked to the door of the small courtyard, stuck to the courtyard door, and whispered a few words.

There was no response from outside the door.

Inside a stick of incense, the white-haired martial artist just kept nodding.

After a stick of incense, Li Chongguang moved a small stool, lit a sandalwood, sat next to Song Zhihua, and said softly: "The girl brought back three things, almost all of which are related to the young monk of Baopu Mountain. ”

The old man was lame, and his granddaughter was his leg and his eyes.

Song Wanwan, the six-fingered qin demon Song Wanwan, the female devil who kills people without blinking.

Song Zhihua still closed his eyes and said softly: "Let's talk about Qianqishan first." ”

The white-haired martial artist was stunned for a moment, and then laughed dumbly, Lu Dinggong has always been like a god, but he remembered the temple when he was in the mountains.

"The first two things are actually one thing. Xu Xiaoxian of the Immortal Cave went to Ganqi Mountain, and blessed the old guy who had protected Xiao Wu for three hundred years with three drops of Heavenly Blood to help him break through the realm, and to raise his spirit into Xiao Changsheng, wanting to exchange Xiao Wu for thirty years of peace.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Wu Guo's ninety percent national fortune was put into it. was first borrowed by Xu Xiaoxian to resist the catastrophe. Later, it was borrowed by Nuwa's descendants for nearly sixty percent, and the statue of the god of war Xingtian, which had been enshrined in the corpse washing temple for two thousand years, was taken out, and an axe split the three hundred miles of Shadow Pearl Mountain, activating the second statue of Nuwa's original god. ”

Song Zhihua opened his eyes, picked up the book again, and said with a smile: "The Nuwa Yuan God in Ruyang, Luzhou, Beiju was activated by her, counting this one in Yingzhu Mountain, and the one in Nanchu Fengzhou, nine Nuwa stones, three have been settled.

The remaining six, except for the one in Xiao Yueguo, who will sooner or later be a lost dog under the riding of the Nanchu Dragon, are like probing for things.

The rest are a bit mysterious.

It's still early to unify Zhongzhou. ”

The white-haired martial artist smiled, ripped off a citrus on the tree, broke it, and stuffed it into his mouth, Song Zhihua frowned as he looked at it.

Li Chongguang said with a smile: "The Qiu family of the Vermilion Bird Dynasty sent a total of three killers to kill Xu Xiaoxian in the Pushan Immortal Cave.

The first wave was the old 'Tianpupil Eye' Sanniang with Xu Xiaoxian, which shows that the Qiu family did not have the slightest murderous intention at that time. I also look forward to the monk of the Immortal Cave taking Nuwa's descendants to the north and entering the Vermilion Bird. The general trend of Zhongzhou, Baopu Mountain, and the first floor, the three factors that can play a decisive role are firmly controlled in hand.

It's a pity that people are not as good as heaven.

In the second wave, let the girl meet Xu Xiaoxian for a while. In my humble opinion, it is estimated that it is the meaning of 'North Wutong' Gou Anbang.

As for whether the girl pinched her nose and let Xu Xiaoxian go, or strangled the bud in the cradle. It all depends on the decision of the elder brother of Zhihua.

The Nanchu Li family bears you and me, Gou Anbang, the old horseman, wants to see what the two of us are, a little more hatred, or a little more ambition.

We're all old, and I hope the doll in the Immortal Cave is going north.

However, his heart is like a rock. Because he has a senior brother named Gu Daosheng, he was born in Nanchu. He wanted to carry the mound into Nanchu.

I believe that if he can kill the drought and pass the Snow Peak Mountain, he will definitely turn back and finish these two games of chess with the elder brother of Zhihua. ”

Song Zhihua clenched the scroll in his hand, put it down again, looked at the starry sky, and said with a smile: "It is not difficult to want the old man, the mourning dog, to come out of the mountain again! ”

Kill the Son of Heaven to sacrifice good ministers!

Eighteen years ago, the first emperor of Southern Chu returned with a crane on a winter night, and in the eyes of the new monarch, Lu Dinggong, who was highly meritorious, was naturally a grain of sand that could not be soft.

Nan Zhihua died of his son, was lame, and his mother-in-law cried and was blind, and had to be like a lost dog, far away from the water city of Xiaowu country.

Like a sea of hatred!

Kill the Son of Heaven to sacrifice good ministers!

There is only one person in the Southern Chu Dynasty who has this strength to try.

Nan Chu, who accepted Nuwa's descendants as a righteous daughter, was the king, and Li Shu, who was in charge of nearly half of the Southern Chu dragon horse.

The seventh emperor brother of the current Southern Chu Emperor, known as the man of the Emperor.

Song Zhihua sighed and said: "This baby can kill the drought and escape the assassination of the emperor of Nanchu today, but I am afraid that he will not be able to recover the heart of the soldiers who sat down in Li Shu."

That's the most elite dragoon of the Southern Chu Dynasty! A good man who cuts off his head without blinking, but he is not a little girl with a red face and a slippery face, and he can just call when he enters the window curtain......

Heavy light, help me in, night, late ......"

......

The thin girl harvested the second Nuwa Stone and did not follow in the footsteps of Xu Xiaoxian, a young monk in the Immortal Cave.

Instead, he went, and Xiao Yueguo, who was dying and struggling under the iron hooves of the Southern Chu Dragon Rider.

She wanted to harvest the third Nuwa Stone.

Of course, her facial features resemble that of a girl carved with a fine brush, followed by a clumsy stone statue.

One-handed axe.

......

Xu Xiaoxian, all the way south, there has always been a figure, not far or close, if you are about to follow.

Xu Xiaoxian knows.

That's a dartrum.

Among the three top killers in Nanzhan Buzhou, the one who is best at killing Yuan Babies in Jindan.

Whether it was a man or a woman, the young monk did not know.