Chapter 112, Wang Yuyan's sword

January 2.

Winter has passed, and spring is strong, especially the spring day of Dali.

Dali is sunny, and Murong Fu's mood is very happy.

In November, Murong Fu entered Dali with Duan Yu and Ah Zi, and it has been three months now.

In the past three months, Murong Fu has lived very happily, and he is always happy, except for one thing: borrowing troops.

Now the Dali Emperor Duan Zhengchun has always refused to borrow troops and refused to borrow troops from him to support the Great Song Dynasty. In addition to this matter, Murong Fu was not unhappy, Emperor Duan Zhengchun of Dali treated him well, even if he was in and out of the Dali Palace.

Now in Dali, he is the most honorable person except for the Duan royal family, and anyone can see that the current emperor Duan Zhengchun intends to win him over.

A mansion.

A mansion of unparalleled magnificence.

The owner of this mansion is Murong Fu, who sits in the hall and wipes his sword.

A sword that had not been unsheathed since the battle of the Valley of the Deaf and Dumb, and now he pulled it out of its scabbard.

The sword flickered with cold light, Murong Fu squinted at the sword, and there was a cold light in his eyes, he sighed lightly: Sword, sword, how should I choose?

The sword trembled slightly, and the scream soared into the sky.

Footsteps rang out.

The sword was inserted into the scabbard, and Murong Fu looked at the person in front of him.

The footsteps of one person sounded, but in the hall there were ten people, ten burly men with weapons. Dahan had an unruly look on his face, but when he looked at Murong Fu, he bowed his head very respectfully.

Murong Fu was very satisfied with the attitude of this group of big men, but he never showed it on his face, he waved his hand expressionlessly, and the ten big men immediately gave up their hands, and each of them explained the reason.

"Childe, the news is here, Song and Western Xia have joined forces to defeat the Great Liao, and they are going straight in, and they are about to destroy the Liao!"

"Tubo wants to join forces with Western Xia and Liao. He was ambushed by the Song and Western Xia, suffered heavy losses, and fled in defeat. ”

"Zhao Xu, the emperor of the Great Song Dynasty, is sending an envoy from the Song State to Dali, and his purpose is unknown. ”

There are three people in the center, one person and one word. Saying one shocking thing after another, Murong was silent and expressionless, but his hand had already grasped the scabbard on the table fiercely.

Another big man stood up and said, "The matter of the prince borrowing troops from Dali now has become an extravagant hope. What are we going to do next? ”

The faces of the ten people were full of anger and regret.

He came with a borrowed army, Duan Zhengchun hesitated, and never borrowed troops from him, originally he was not in a hurry, how could a mere Song State withstand the joint offensive of Tubo, Western Xia, and Liao, but he never imagined that Western Xia would finally join forces with the Great Song Dynasty to destroy Tubo.

Is there only a second way?

Murong Fu glanced at the ten people in front of him, tapped his index finger lightly on the table, and said, "Have you been negligent in what I have ordered you these days?"

The ten people were stunned for a moment, and immediately two of them came back to their senses with ecstatic expressions.

They took a step forward. Immediately return.

"The things that the prince explained, we dare not slack off, about the palace, the villain has found the craftsman who presided over the construction and design of the Dali Palace, the map has been obtained, and there is no mistake. ”

"As for that person, his subordinates sent someone to keep an eye on him, they didn't leave Dali, if the son wanted to meet that person, his subordinates immediately sent someone to arrange. ”

Murong Fu nodded, and then stood up. After walking around the room, he said, "Where is the craftsman first?"

The fierce man smiled and said, "That man is old, it just so happened that he had gone up the mountain these days, and finally died due to the fall of the mountain. ”

Murong Fu said lightly: "Can anyone see it?"

Dahan patted his chest and promised: "It was raining heavily at that time. No one saw it, and no one doubted it. ”

"Very well, I took credit for your work. Murong Fu stared at another relatively good-looking man and asked, "Where is that person now?"

Dahan immediately replied: "They are in the immeasurable mountain. ”

"Wuliang Mountain?" Murong Fu frowned.

Dahan explained, "They seem to have always believed that Gongzi would come to an agreement with them, so they have been in the Boundless Mountains all these days, and as for the Boundless Sword Sect, they have secretly disposed of it. The dove occupies the magpie's nest. ”

Murong Fu frowned slightly: "This is Duan Yanqing's style." ”

Dahan raised his head and glanced at Murong Fu cautiously, bowed in awe and said, "Childe, do you want me to arrange a meeting with him?"

Murong Fu waved his hand and shook his head: "Not for the time being, we don't need to worry about this matter, it is him who is in a hurry, if he lacks my help, how can he succeed, you all perform your duties, wait with peace of mind, and you don't need to make any measures to transgress the rules." ”

"Yes!"

Murong Fu waved his hand, and the ten people went down immediately.

The door closed, Murong Fu sat on the Taishi chair, looking at the sword in his hand, his eyes were sharp and cold: Mo Dump Chi, is there a shadow of you in this matter?

Ink pouring pool, the name is like a nightmare, and it will not go away.

In the room, Murong Fu suddenly drew his sword, and the sword light flew, filling the room with murderous intent all over the room.

Nightmares follow like a shadow, how to cut off, the only way to kill, only to win, the killing machine has condensed like water, frozen into ice.

Ten big men walked into the hall with their heads held high, and their backs were already raining when they went out.

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The mountain road is rugged, extremely dangerous, especially between the cliffs, but a person walks on the ground, the speed is extremely fast, in the blink of an eye to travel a hundred meters, only to see the elegant figure disappear on the mountain road.

Person.

Youngster.

A young man dressed in black and wearing a hat.

For a month, this man was on his way.

Almost all of them are rushing between the mountains and mountains to find shortcuts, as fast as Dali.

After a month, he finally arrived in Dali and came to Wuliang Mountain.

The man in black stood on the cliff, looking at the waterfall that seemed to be roaring down from the sky, his eyes were immersed and there were no waves.

Overlooking the beautiful scenery from the cliff, this person rarely moved for an hour.

Suddenly, the man's eyes flashed with brilliance, and the man stood up, and in an instant, his body flew out.

In mid-air, the eagle was flying at a great speed and rushed into the man's hands.

The eagle touched his hand, the eagle soared again, and the man fell on the cliff.

Sit cross-legged and open the square cloth.

The square cloth reads: "Between Liao, Western Xia, and Song, the result is expected, in order to repay the kindness of the king, now set up a game in Dali for your reference! ”

The man in black looked at the square cloth, then rolled it up, and continued to enjoy the surrounding landscapes, but he couldn't help but think of the handsome figure that was as deep as the sea and witty and cold, and sighed: "Ink Dumping Pond, Ink Dumping Pond, I can't understand you more and more, what do you want to plan this time?"

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On April 14, the ink poured into Dali and was directly invited into the Dali Palace.

An expected person in the palace appeared, looking at the woman in front of him, the woman in front of him who was gorgeously dressed and had an elegant and noble temperament, Mo Dumping Chi shook the folding fan, stood up with a smile, and sighed: "I haven't seen Miss Wang for half a year and became the princess of Dali, which is really gratifying." ”

The person who came was Wang Yuyan, Mo Tingchi smiled happily, but Wang Yuyan did not smile.

The four maids followed Wang Yuyan into the room to serve, but after Mo Tianchi said this, they were kicked out of the house and stood guard at the door.

The door was closed, and there were only Mo Tingchi and Wang Yuyan in the room.

Wang Yuyan stared at Mo Dumping for a long time.

A woman stared at a man for a long time, but this woman was not at all uncomfortable, very calm. And the men? are also very calm.

Finally, this peace was broken, broken by a woman.

The woman slowly pulled out a sword, a sword, from her waist.

The sword was unsheathed, a chill enveloped the room, and killing intent enveloped the room.

Mo Dump Chi was still calm, smiling happily, he shook the folding fan and looked at the woman in front of him, and sighed: "There is wine on the table, there is a beautiful woman in the room, and there is a rare sword in ancient and modern times for Mo to admire, Miss Wang, you really treat me well! A woman treats a man well, there is only one reason, that is, this woman has fallen in love with this man, Miss Wang, am I right?"

Before the two words could be spoken, Wang Yuyan walked in front of Mo Tingchi, and the sword was already against Mo Tingchi's chest and thrust hard.

Wang Yuyan's movements were very slow, walking in front of Mo Dump Chi step by step, and then stabbing the sword into Ink Dump Chi's chest inch by inch, so slow that it was almost impossible to feel that this extremely beautiful and beautiful woman was killing someone, but joking with a man who liked him.

Especially since the man was joking.

Is the man joking? Does the calm man also think that the woman is joking?

The movement of walking is slow, the technique of the sword is clumsy, and the movement of the sword is also slow, but the killing intention of the sword exists, but the killing intent is strong, this is a sword that is extremely firm, if the ink pouring pool is not blocked, the ink pouring pool is already dead.

It's a pity that the ink pool did not die, even if the ink pool stood still and did not move.

The fold fanned.

Holding the folding fan in his right hand, the folding fan had quickly closed when Wang Yuyan's sword pierced his chest, blocking the sword.

Mo Tingchi looked at Wang Yuyan with a smile, and Wang Yuyan also looked at Mo Tingchi very calmly.

Outside the house are peach blossoms, incomparably delicate peach blossoms.

But the peach blossoms are dyed with murderous intentions.

The land is full of killing machines, killing machines contain but do not happen, but they will eventually occur.

Mo Tianchi retracted the smile on his face little by little, picked up Wang Yuyan's sword, and said softly: "It's time to end a game of chess that has been played for three years." (To be continued.) )