[bookid=3271478,bookname="Feather does not ascend to the immortal"] continue to recommend a friend's book, a very good Xianxia novel.

The smoke and clouds on the river, the waves are monstrous, the shadow of the lonely sail is reflected from time to time, the endless river surface is extremely wide, the slightest cool breeze is slightly floating, Tian Shaoqing stands on the bow of the boat, enjoying this tranquility, looking around at the scenery, occasionally seeing a few hills on the side, and the sharp towers emerge from the green tree-shaded hills, like a mirage, so that she can't help but blurt out: "Boatman, what is the place over there?"

Liu Feng, who was riding from the boat, suddenly heard this, even raised his eyes to take a closer look, looked at it intently, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but he didn't speak, the boat was still floating in the water, and the occasional sound of surfing came.

After about a cup of tea, there was a loud rumbling sound, coming from the sky, Tian Shaoqing couldn't help but look up, and saw that the blue sky was covered by layers of dark clouds, and some raindrops sprinkled on his face, so he walked to the cabin, and glanced at an oil-paper umbrella placed in the corner, holding it in his hand.

Unan in the cabin smelled her approaching, and didn't know what to do, thinking that Tian Shaoqing had found out that he was hiding here again, or that Tian Shaoqing had also come in to hide from the rain, even if he didn't find out, it was hard to guarantee that she wouldn't find out if she stayed in the cabin.

was so frightened that he just folded his sleeves to block his face, and even moved his fat body inside, but Tian Shaoqing didn't pay attention to him, maybe there were people in the cabin, she didn't feel strange, she didn't think about anything else at all, just took the umbrella and walked out of the cabin.

When she returned to the bow of the boat, the dripping rain had already fallen into Optimus Prime, and the rootless rain like a pillar instantly wet Liu Feng's green shirt and seeped into the robe, and the wound on his right arm that was cut by the feather arrow was suddenly torn, and there were bursts of colic, he hurriedly put down the pulp and pressed the wound with one hand, before he remembered to find a shelter from the rain.

Thinking of this, Liu Feng turned around suddenly, only then did he twist his waist and raise his head, and he smiled at Tian Shaoqing, and an oil-paper umbrella instantly covered the two of them.

Tian Shaoqing glanced up at the oil-paper umbrella above his head, and said with a smile: "The rain is so heavy, I'll help you hold it!"

Liu Feng was stunned, looking at Tian Shaoqing for a moment at a loss, he was already stunned, this was really beyond his expectations, he didn't expect that in this rainy season, someone would hold an umbrella for him to block the rain, his eyes were sincere, his eyes were clear as water, and the corners of his eyebrows and eyes were full of smiles, the innocence was difficult to hide, like a warm current overflowing into people's hearts, for a while, it was a little kind.

At this moment, the two were like long-lost friends, looking at each other, and the atmosphere was harmonious and natural.

After a while, Liu Feng suddenly realized that he was out of shape, hurriedly withdrew the chaos, smiled hastily at the sky Shaoqing, turned around, and continued to hold the boat.

The rain was still falling, but he was tearing at a heartstring, and his mind was lost, and he was even more anxious than before, as if he wanted to shake off something, and he played the oars in his hands, and he was extremely fast.

Tian Shaoqing stood quietly behind him and stared, as if he was about to penetrate his heart, he seemed to be able to perceive it, but his heart was even more uncomfortable, and he didn't know why.

The two of them are thinking about it now, Liu Feng is distracted, as if he is stunned, fortunately he avoids people's eyes and ears, otherwise he may cause some trouble.

It is the five-year career experience, thinking about Nanchu and his party, vaguely like a dream:

The autumn rain swept the river wind from afar, and a thousand times to Chu for Yaohan.

Tanzhou drinks and opens the feast, and Que Ye enjoys entertainment and practice.

In the middle of the night, the yellow sorghum was buried in the wine fire, and the golden iron horse smoked.

The wanderer asked Jiuxiao, and the Qiankun mirror shone on the empty mountain.

His face was hideous, a pair of hands almost pulled the oars out of the hole, from a distance, very scary, his ears suddenly shocked the laughter of Ma Xixu, the king of Chu two years ago: "Participating in politics Liu Mufeng, Lone's Aiqing, you helped Lone plan for three years, since the death of the fourth brother Ma Xifan, he has followed Lone, worked hard, and now finally captured Tanzhou, defeated Ma Xiguang, Lone can sit on Nanchu and become the lord of a country, this kind of credit belongs to you, in terms of meritorious deeds, there is also a share of you, you must receive it." ”

Summoning him to him, Ma Xicao gave him wine and stared closely, but there was a murderous aura in his eyes.

Liu Mufeng didn't say anything for a while, took the wine glass, and drank it as if nothing happened, until he drank it out, Ma Xicao let go of his mind and smiled, as if he didn't allow him to shirk, pointed to more than a dozen singers next to the hall, took his hand, and said generously: "Come on, come on, these thirteen beauties are all rewarded to you." After speaking, he fixed his eyes on Liu Mufeng, the beloved general who had followed him for many years, to see how he reacted, but his eyes were extremely cold and full of coldness.

Three years ago, the monarch of Southern Chu was still his fourth brother Ma Xifan.

This Southern Chu is appointed by the Tang Dynasty to make Ma Yin built, so it is called the Ma Chu regime, has always been dedicated to the Central Plains Dynasty, but also to Tanzhou as the royal capital, in its heyday, there are 24 states.

Ma Yin has a total of more than a dozen heirs under his knees, among which Ma Xisheng, Ma Xifan, Ma Xicao, Ma Xichong, and Ma Xiguang are more outstanding.

Ma Yin passed the throne to his second son, Ma Xisheng, and after Ma Xisheng's death, Ma Xifan took over as the state of Chu.

Before Ma Xifan's death, Ma Xixu only met Liu Mufeng for the first time, in retrospect, Liu Mufeng was only in his early twenties, in this life, when he tried his best, wanting to seek the throne of the king of Chu, and was worried that no one would help him, Liu Mufeng recommended himself, and without him revealed, his heart was not leaked by Liu Mufeng.

At that time, when Ma Xifan was running out of oil, he was visiting his brother when he learned that the next successor to the throne was not him, but his younger brother Ma Xiguang, and in fact, he was the oldest of the many brothers who survived.

Na Ma Xiguang, because he was a fellow mother of the monarch Ma Xifan, was less than thirty years old, but he was the first to be established as a prince, and Ma Xicao was close to his twilight years.

According to what the former Real Ma Yin said when he was dying, Ma Xicao has the advantage to take the throne.

Ma Yin's last life has a saying: "Brothers one after another, put the sword in the ancestral hall, and those who violate my order will be killed!" The implication is that the position of the king of Chu is passed down among the brothers, and the eldest and youngest are generally replaced in order, but Ma Yin is the longer and longer the heir, and the orders are different.

When Ma Xifan was alive, he also vowed to follow the last orders of his father, Ma Yin, and the eldest brother Ma Xixu was in order, because the first three brothers had passed away, so the edict was lowered, and it was the eldest brother Ma Xicao.

Ma Xicao couldn't help but be overjoyed, and waited for the day when he would sit in the state of Chu, but he never expected that when Ma Xifan died of illness, he would be as bold as his father, self-destructive, and openly passed the throne to his half-brother Ma Xiguang.

Ma Xicao was not convinced, and after returning home from a visit to the palace, when he heard about this, he scolded and said: "If it is really a dead letter, what do you say to obey your father's will, it turns out that you are just like your father, biased! What is the use of the edict? How can it be binding? Isn't it just a pretense and a deceptive thing!"

Unfortunately, it was eavesdropped and passed into the palace.

Ma Xicao, because of his anger, lost his scruples, did not think well, and had no patience, said this, which immediately caused an uproar, and caused the courtiers and brothers to be extremely dissatisfied.

He originally thought that he was about to become the king of Chu, and he was arrogant day by day, and among the courtiers and brothers, he was not compatible with him, and after this incident, he was even more hated by everyone.

Ma Xicao flicked his sleeves back to the house, and spent the night in the courtyard in a boring pestle, and the next morning, someone came to report that there was a scribe outside the door asking to see him!

How could Ma Xicao have such thoughts, not to mention that the other party was not a rich and noble person, but just an unknown scribe, how could he take a fancy to it? So he waved his hand impatiently and said: "It's not like that, just a scribe, but he has just read some books, and he dares to raise his own value, why can anyone be a staff member in my house? Send him away! I'm not in the mood to meet guests now!"

The subordinate stood aside, his hands trembling, trembling, and said: "General, that scribe is fierce, he said that he would see you today no matter what, and said that he would regret not seeing you-"

Ma Xixuan was upset, took this copy of the "Warring States Policy" and flipped it casually, heard this, angrily rushed to his head, threw the "Warring States Policy" on the stone table in the center of the pavilion, and said: "How can this be reasonable, a little unknown scribe dares to come to my mansion? I want to see how dare he have the courage! Could it be that he has three heads and six arms?" As soon as the words fell, he was about to get up.

A burst of energetic footsteps filled his ears, and Ma Xicao raised his eyes to see that a twenty-year-old white-faced scholar had swayed towards him.

When the white-faced scholar saw him, he didn't respect him, he was rude, and shouted angrily: "Wu Ling Shuai!" The tone was strong, and the fierce god walked to him, his eyes were full of fierce light, and he kept staring at him.

This made him angry, and he stood up and asked, "Who are you? How did you get in? Without being told, you dare to trespass into my house, and my guardians?"

The white-faced scholar was angry and elegant, without any fear or loss of momentum, and raised his lips and smiled: "More than 100 of your guards have all been pointed by me, and without me helping them solve their acupoints, they don't want to move!"

Ma Xicao was angry in his heart, and couldn't help but snort coldly, the subordinate next to him had been with the head of the family for many years, and he knew the master's mind very well, and seized the opportunity, so he rushed out, ready to find someone to support, who knew that it was only two steps, and the white-faced scholar had already stretched out two fingers vigilantly to restrain his acupoints.

He stayed where he was, completely unable to move.

Seeing this battle, Ma Xicao knew that the white-faced scholar was not an idle person, so he had to do it himself, so he pulled out his waist sword and slashed head-on.

The white-faced scholar remained calm and unchanged, pursed his lips slightly and raised a smile, put his hands behind his back, and leaned back his upper body leisurely, so he moved out of the way.

Ma Xicao's long sword was suddenly cut into the air, and the blade of the sword was changed, and he changed to chop his waist.

The white-faced scholar took half an inch, his right wrist sank and flipped over, only to hear a smack, Ma Xicao was slashed in the wrist, and before he could breathe, the white-faced scholar had swept behind him, his fingers suddenly brought together, and hit several of his big points, and immediately taught Ma Xicao to stand like a wooden chicken, unable to move anymore, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground due to weakness.

Realizing that the person who came was a master, no matter how stupid he was, he could see that the other party intended to give in and had no intention of taking his life, otherwise where could he still stand here?

Even so, Ma Xicao was still defeated within two moves, and the other party easily taught him helpless, thinking that he also went into battle to kill the enemy, faced countless enemies, and practiced swordsmanship for thirty or forty years, and was defeated in the hands of a scholar like this, and this scholar looked like he was no more than twenty years old.

Ma Xicao was a little embarrassed and embarrassed, at this moment his life was in the hands of others, how could he not be afraid? But he was cunning and cunning, and immediately concealed his panic in a questioning tone: "Who are you? Who sent you to assassinate me? Is it Ma Xiguang?"

The white-faced scholar turned sideways, squinted his eyes, and said lightly: "If it were him, would you still be alive until now?"

Seeing that although his arrogance is not weak, he intends to show goodwill, and in the first game, from the visit to the present, he has been arrogant and domineering to deal with Ma Xicao, but it is just to kill Ma Xicao's prestige, so as to carry out the next secret talk.

Ma Xicao was not stupid, and he saw some of it, so he was stunned for a moment, and learned that the white-faced scholar was not instigated to kill him, so he slowly relaxed most of his nervousness, and was about to speak in a blink of an eye, but saw the white-faced scholar sitting at the stone table uninvited, so he walked over and sat opposite.

The white-faced scholar picked up the "Warring States Policy" that was thrown aside, looked at it, and suddenly threw the book away with ridicule, stared at Ma Xixu and said: "Even if you read it a thousand times, what if the rolling melon on your back is ripe?

Ma Xicao saw that he had an arrogant attitude, and he was sarcastic about himself everywhere, and he was a little angry, but when he heard him talk like this, he felt that there was something in his words, and what was even more strange was that there was a scholar for some reason, and every word implied a mystery, as if he didn't do anything, and this person knew everything well.

This surprise was not trivial, Ma Xicao hurriedly stood up, pointed at the white-faced scholar and said sharply: "I don't welcome nameless guests here, who are you? What do you mean by saying this?"

The white-faced scholar glanced at him, a smile crossed the corner of his lips, he stood still, pretended to sigh, and muttered slightly: "You are really forgetful, you entered the palace yesterday to face the saint, and forgot that your words and deeds have made the people of the Manchu Dynasty dissatisfied? Why, do you think you can still live unharmed?"

Ma Xixu was startled again, and subconsciously stepped back, and was really frightened by these words, and while moving, he looked at the white-faced scholar vigilantly, his eyes flickering. In an instant, a hand had crept into the cuff and felt the short blade there.

The white-faced scholar turned sideways lightly, squinted slightly, and said, "If you still want to live, it's best not to move!

Ma Xicao was so shocked that he had to take his hand out.

The white-faced scholar turned his face to look at it, suddenly changed his attitude, and bowed down and said: "In Xia Liumufeng, I came here for nothing else, I just want to live in Chu and find a half-official position." ”