"What, Murong Bi is king?" Sikong Zhan said in surprise.

Ma Yu came to tell Sikong Zhan when he received the news, and he said with a sure face: "It has been spread all over the rivers and lakes, and Murong is called the king of the Qian." ”

"Good name. Sikong Zhan muttered to himself and said with a smile: "Dry, good words, those who reach the top are called dry, and those who reach the top are not angry, and the sky is the accumulation of qi, so the dry is the sky, the circle, the king, and the father." He's smart and tight, I'll just say that he can't call himself King Yan, how can the ancestor compare to the throne for people of his kind. The latter words are unspeakably sarcastic.

"There should be a move on the Mingjiao side, King Ming?" Sikong Zhan then asked.

Ma Yu nodded and said, "It's King Ming." ”

"Sure enough!" Sikong Zhan remembered that Mingjiao and the Ming Dynasty could not be withdrawn, and he sighed: "Ming, the left sun belongs to yang, the right moon belongs to yin, yin and yang are balanced, out of Taiji, and in the sky, the sun and the moon are not clear, Xin Guang, Xin Ming, Xin Tian, Xin Xin Xianghe." ”

Repeating this, Sikong Zhan turned to say: "The division is famous, and after so many years of chaos, it should be over." ”

Ma Yu sighed: "Yes, it's just that the people of the world will suffer again." ”

"Demons come out of troubled times, tigers come out of prosperous times, no matter how they rise or fall, the people can't escape the suffering. Sikong Zhan inexplicably remembered a poem by Zhang Yanghao, and recited in his mouth: "Xing, the people suffer, and die, the people suffer." ”

When Ma Yu heard this, he chewed slowly, only to feel that Sikong Zhan's last sentence had exhausted the suffering of the world, and he couldn't help but murmur: "Xing, the people are suffering, and death, the people are suffering." He looked at Sikong Zhan with fiery and admiring eyes, and said with a broken heart: "Uncle Shi, you are really very human." ”

No matter how thick-skinned Sikong Zhan was, he felt a little burned, and hurriedly waved his hand to signal Ma Yu not to mention it again, this poem was not his, it made it clear that other people's things were clear, and he couldn't take it for himself in a grand manner. Then accept the praise of others with peace of mind, even if the original owner was not born until decades later.

Murong Bi of the Sifang Gate is the king, and Zhang Baichuan of the Ming Sect is the king, these two pieces of news are just a cup of conversation for Sikong Zhan of the Quanzhen Sect.

Mingjiao has nothing to do with him, that is, Qingmu, the hall master of the Qinglong Hall, and Chihuo, the hall master of the White Tiger Hall, under the Sifang Gate, have a little grudge against him, and as for the higher door master Murong Bi, he has not seen each other so far.

Not to mention anything else, just for Murong Bi, judging from the various decisions and actions of the Sifang Gate. Sikong Zhan is still quite impressed.

When it comes to the Xianbei bloodline, maybe some people will take it to heart, but Sikong Zhan doesn't care much at all, the current Murong Bi is at most a Han with Xianbei blood, otherwise, he really can't see anything, some say that he is a Xianbei person, what does the Han family blood in the blood of that person say?

The situation now is obvious, the barbarian foreign race is strong. The Central Plains is empty, and a powerful figure is urgently needed to unify half of the southern country and replace it with the Song Dynasty. As a new dynasty, it must be full of vitality. Forge ahead, the Northern Expedition recovered the country, and even recovered the sixteen states of Yanyun that Song Taizong confiscated, and stabilized the Central Plains. Fight against the Yi people.

Smart people can see that Mingjiao has no drama and no accidents. This half of the world is Murong Bi's, it's just a matter of time, and it may only be a few years.

To be honest, Sikong Zhan doesn't hate Murong Bi, like many people, he still has some expectations for Murong Bi, hoping that he will unify the world as soon as possible and resist foreign races, not to mention that he will be like the Han Dynasty, although he will be punished by foreign tribes from afar, he must also be tougher. Although he is a bystander from outside the world, under the rule of a foreign race, Sikong Zhan will also feel uncomfortable, and the Central Plains will not tolerate the destruction of uncivilized barbarians.

The small grievances with Murong Bi's two subordinates, with the improvement of strength, Sikong Zhan became untouched, not arrogant, but really not above the same level between the two parties. There are spells, talismans, and magic weapons, that is, the emperor who is high above, Sikong Zhan is also completely ignorant, the anger of the Son of Heaven, millions of corpses, although it is terrible, but his anger will also make the emperor's blood splash five steps.

I only hope that in the future, Aoki and Chihuo will grow up and become more interesting, and don't know about the rampant and hit his attention, otherwise, although he disdains to make a move, but when he is bullied, he has no reason to be kind to women, like flies, and sometimes he has to be slapped to death, not for anything else, just for the roots of his ears to be cleaner.

Thinking about it again, Sikong Zhan couldn't help but laugh at himself, with his reputation for knowing spells, Aoki and Chihuo dared to take revenge on him carefully, unless they ate the gall of the ambitious leopard and lost their minds.

The two pieces of news are like two barrels of oil poured into the world where the undercurrent is surging and small flames emerge from time to time.

The Quanzhen Sect has made up its mind to watch from the wall, it has this confidence and strength, and the other forces will not be calm, in troubled times, but it is a good time for the major Jianghu sects to develop their forces and expand their reputation, and when the world is unified, there is no such a good opportunity.

Especially for some sects that have just come back, such as the Qingcheng faction, the Taihe faction, and the Kongtong faction, they have stepped up their pace, and a large number of disciples have gone down the mountain to fight for righteousness, eliminate harm for the people, and strive to restore the reputation of each faction.

The reputation of the famous and decent family has some constraints, and the inability to serve the imperial court is one of the most critical ones, the reputation of lackeys and eagle dogs, they can't afford it, and they are spurned by the people of the rivers and lakes, and the hat of the famous and decent family can't be kept at that time.

But there are not many restrictions on others.

"Master, do we really want to take refuge in Murong Bi, the Qianwang?" the witch Xia Bingrou wrinkled her nose, full of reluctance.

"Bingrou, I don't want to be like this as a teacher, but our Yin Kui Sect has an unstable foundation in the end, and only by taking refuge in one side of the force can we restore the grandeur of our sect in the past in a short period of time. "The woman is well-maintained, she can't tell how old she is, she is mature and charming, and her temperament is elegant.

"But why are you in such a hurry, we can take our time?" Xia Bingrou was still puzzled.

"Shut up, I've been waiting for the teacher for so many years, seeing that the time is ripe, how can I let it go, don't say more, the teacher has decided to take refuge in the Qianwang, the icing on the cake is easy, it's difficult to send charcoal in the snow, we will set off tomorrow." The woman scolded, with frost on her face.

"Yes, Master. Xia Bingrou was helpless even if she was unwilling.

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At night, the moonlight is hazy and the cold wind is biting.

In the room, at the table, by candlelight.

Fan Qingxuan looked at the letter, in which the master mentioned some things about the Great Khan, and was more worried about the changes in the Central Plains here, but the whip was beyond the reach of the whip there, and he hoped that he would think of a way.

She pondered silently, the master chose the Great Khan many years ago, and she has been working hard in the Central Plains for several years, so now it seems that when it is time to take action, at least find a way to slow down the pace of the unification of the Qianwang and try her best to buy some time for the Great Khan.

After reading the letter, she brought the paper close to the candle flame and stared at it with pure and unadulterated eyes until it was burned to ashes. (To be continued......)