Hidden Blade Chapter 81: Shou.

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Youlong City is located to the south of Liangzhou.

It's only a thousand miles away from Chang'an, and it's the only place that Chang'an must pass to go to Xuzhou.

Sometimes the right of time and place are much stronger than the so-called human harmony. With such a terrain, even in the most difficult years of the Great Zhou Dynasty, such as Qingzhou and Chongzhou starving and perishing, never happened. Youlong city.

There are so many things in this world.

There are many people who are destined to be high, and many people are destined to pay a price that ordinary people can't imagine in order to catch up with that high.

Meng Liang thought about this, took a bite, and bit off most of the meat from the bun in his hand.

The meat is so fragrant that it is much stronger than the steamed buns from Lishan.

One day, he wants to let everyone in the country of Chen eat such buns.

Before that, he needs to go to Linglong Pavilion and cross out the last name on his list.

Meng Liang made up his mind and stuffed the remaining part of the bun into his mouth in one bite, then wiped off the oil from his mouth, and then set off again.

At this moment, two figures, one tall and one low, suddenly walked to his table.

Sword Intent!

Mengliang's heart shook, and his keen follower felt threatened, and he subconsciously stretched out his hand to hold his sword by the table.

Swordsman.

Be born for the sword, and die for the sword.

His first lesson in learning art on Lishan was to hold a sword.

It took him a full half a year to get Yan Qianqiu's approval. Since then, holding the sword has been in his blood and has become his instinct.

Only this time, the sword he held handily, but if it weighed too much, he couldn't even lift it.

He turned his head to look, but saw that at some point, an arm was pressed on the body of the sword.

Mengliang raised his head and saw clearly the appearance of the owner of the arm. He was a middle-aged man dressed in black, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, and a fortified face. He was a swordsman, a very powerful kind.

Just a glance, Mengliang couldn't help but think like this in his heart.

There is a young girl standing beside the man. She is petite, but she is very beautiful. Especially the purple pupils are so strange that she has never seen a woman since she went to Lishan. Subconsciously swallowed.

"Nice sword." The man's voice rang at that time, thick and steady. It's like the sound of an epee when it is out of its sheath, the blade sharpens its sheath.

Then the man and the girl sat down.

Only then did Mengliang wake up from the girl's beauty, he realized his situation at the moment, his brows frowned and looked at the man who was really playing with his sword warily.

"Away from the mountain?" The man seemed to be unaware of Mengliang, he turned to look at Mengliang and asked.

"Yeah." Meng Liang nodded, his body arched at that time, like a bow full of strings.

"How is that little old man Yan Qianqiu?" the man asked again, his eyes suddenly narrowed, as if he was laughing.

Mengliang was taken aback for a moment, and most of the gathering momentum faded away at that moment.

Yan Qianqiu? Little old man?

Mengliang has never seen anyone in this world who dare to call his master like that. Even those princes who have been fighting for the throne recently must be respectful when they see him. Jing called the senior.

What is this man?

Mengliang frowned. He knew who the other party was? But from his casual manner of addressing the little old man, it can be seen that this man is far from an opponent, well, at least not now.

What's more, the sword intent he has felt since the man appeared is also very accurate.

Mengliang knew very well that the sword intent was deliberately released by the man.

He is telling him that you are not my opponent.

"The teacher is still well." After trying to understand this, Mengliang corrected his attitude and responded respectfully to the man.

"Well. Take me to see him." The man said again, with an unquestionable determination in his usual tone.

"This..." Mengliang suddenly made trouble. It was even harder for his master to see the previous side. The man who appeared suddenly wanted to see the swordsman master with one mouth.

"It's okay, as long as you take me to Lishan, he will come out to see me." The man seemed to see Mengliang's concerns, and he said again.

"What do the seniors want to see Master?" Mengliang's heart jumped after hearing this, and he became vigilant again, secretly saying that this man is going to trouble Lishan, right?

"Doing a pen business." The man looked up and down Meng Liang, as if he was weighing something. Finally, he added. "Big business."

Mengliang felt a little uncomfortable by the man. He thought that if it was the girl who looked at him in this way, he would be happy.

But this man...

Is it good to have Longyang?

Thinking of this, a spirit of Mengliang stood up and said with a serious face: "The master is in the mountains, and will not leave in a short time. If the seniors really have something to find my master, then just leave. . There are still important things in the body, so let’s go first."

Only this body just stood up, and the girl beside her suddenly gave birth to her thin white jade-like hand and pressed it on his shoulder.

Mengliang's face turned pale, and he fell back on the table and stool again.

The girl looked like she was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and she was able to completely suppress the sword intent in him.

Meng Liang thought about the seemingly common, but in fact...common confrontation, and his heart was shocked and frightened.

The girl's hand was pressed on his shoulder, and he subconsciously collected the sword intent of his body to try to break free from the girl's bondage, but his proud sword intent only touched the girl's hands slightly, and it was like a tide Generally disintegrated...This is not a confrontation, it can only be regarded as a defeat.

"What's the matter, in such a hurry?" The man seemed to be surprised at this. He turned his head to Mengliang and asked kindly.

"Linglong Pavilion, find someone to fight." Meng Liangduan, whose shoulders were still aching, didn't dare to play any tricks in front of this man, he hurriedly replied.

"Is it important?" the man asked again.

Meng Liang tilted his head and thought about it seriously, and finally nodded heavily, "It's important."

"Time is OK, then I will accompany you there, and then you will take me to see Yan Qianqiu."

"Um..." Mengliang was speechless.

After all, he couldn’t understand why he was just eating two steamed buns on the street. Why did he sprang up a monster commensurate with his master’s peers, and he had to pester him on the road with him, and the most hateful thing is, He seems to be unable to beat him at all.

"Senior, the journey to Linglong Pavilion is a long way, a full 1,800 miles. You see, you are always a big man, busy with business..." Meng Liang stopped halfway through his words, and then the man The girl next to her suddenly gave him a look, murderously cold and cold. Mengliang closed his voice with interest, and the conversation turned, the smile on his face spread, like a spring breeze blowing willows and peach blossoms in full bloom.

"But these thousand and eight hundred miles, but the prosperous place in the Central Plains, the scenery is very good, the seniors are busy with work, but they must also pay attention to a combination of work and rest. If the seniors do not dislike it, I can be seniors one by one... "

The man looked at the eloquent Lishan disciple in front of him, his eyes narrowed, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

He couldn't help but think of another person like this.

He is so smooth, but there is a sword hidden in his heart.

One thousand eight hundred miles?

It's just a day or two for you to come here, right?

He thought secretly.

......

Liangzhou, Dahuangcheng.

The people in the city are panicking these days.

The King of Northern Xinjiang at Jianlong Pass didn't know what he was thinking, but the turtle shrank inside the pass and refused to fight.

Leave aside the Mujia conspiracy case, even though Muji is disabled, he needs the help of an attendant to push a wooden wheelchair even when he walks.

But his knowledge in the use of soldiers is recognized by Da Zhou as terrifying.

The battle is fierce, and the use of troops is changing like a god. This is the impression left to the court and the people of the Zhou Dynasty in the past ten years in charge of the Mujia Army.

No matter what kind of powerful enemy he is facing, Muji always adheres to the principle of taking the initiative to attack. In the past ten years, I don't know how many fierce soldiers of the Xia Dynasty have frustrated. But now he is uncharacteristically, facing Cui Ting's several rounds of battles without going behind closed doors.

There is a widespread saying that his old illness relapsed soon after. But when Muji fell, the 200,000 Mujia army had no head, and Jianlongguan was at stake. After this, the first to bear the brunt was the Dahuang City, which lies across Chang'an and Jianlong Pass.

Of course, the only person who can comfort the people in the city and the high-ranking officials in the court now is that Lin Shou, General Lin, who is named the top guard in the world.

The old general can be considered a legend.

Although Zhu Xian can be regarded as covering the sky in the Great Zhou court now, he dare not move with only two people.

One is the Master of Tiance Mansion who has been missing for a long time, and the other is Lin Shou, a veteran on the battlefield who is over eighty years old.

The former is because of fear of those 30,000 heavenly military officers and 3,000 white-robed officials, while the latter is because of fear of the world’s leisurely mouth.

Yes.

Lin Shou’s reputation among the people is really good. It’s so good that even if people from the neighboring country Daxia or Chen Guo mentioned Lin Shou’s name, it would arouse people’s praise.

How can Zhu Xian dare to move such a character?

In the past few days, the personnel of the General's Mansion in Dahuangcheng have been frequently deployed. Several lieutenants under Lin Shou are very busy, and several people have not closed their eyes for several days and nights.

Lin Shou’s cultivation base is not too high. Even at the age of eighty years, he can still be worthy of leaving the dust. There is still a threshold to the Dayan Realm. At his age, he has no hope of aspiration in his life. Evolve. The strategy is also surprising, and it is far worse than the animal husbandry who uses soldiers like a god.

But the only one who keeps the word, the real person as its name, can be described as tight and unventilated, and it is difficult to get in with dripping water. Looking at the world, no one dared to say that he could break his Dahuang City.

He was cautious. He had just smelled the unusualness of Muji, and without waiting for the court's order, he began to set up the defense of Dahuang City.

A copy of the battle report about the front, or about Cui Ting, or about Muji was sent to the mansion by the scouts, one-->>, the fastest update of the latest chapter of Zangfeng!

The old general with white hair was wearing a thin blanket, coughing, and reading these essays carefully, sometimes frowning, sometimes closing his eyes and thinking.

Lin Yuguo, who was waiting on the side, looked at his gray-haired grandfather with a deep mind.

It was not that he hadn't persuaded his grandfather, but the old general's temperament was very pouting. In the words of his father who had already died on the battlefield, the old man was pouting, and the emperor Lao Er did not dare to persuade him.

The sky is getting darker.

The food from the kitchen has been heated twice.

Lin Yuguo looked at Lin Shou anxiously.

The old general's body is not very good.

He is too old after all.

My body is deteriorating, and my appetite is far worse than it was in the past.

Especially after the case of King Mu’s conspiracy, Lin Shou, who was the former Ministry of the Old Muwang, often shed tears during that time.

Lin Yuguo didn't want to admit it, but he had to admit that Lin Shou might not live long.

The figure like the pillar of the last state of the Great Zhou Dynasty is like a big withered tree. It looks towering, but in fact it is crumbling.

But today, Lin Shou seemed to have a lot of appetite, and he prepared the kitchen for a great dinner early. Thinking that his grandfather's body was getting better, Lin Yuguo, who was overjoyed, also specifically instructed the kitchen to make the food more delicious.

But who knows, the meal is hot and hot again, it's long past the time of eating, but the old general is still obsessed with the text in front of him, and he doesn't mean to eat at all.

"Grandpa..." Lin Yuguo thought about it, but decided to remind Lin Shou, but only then did he say this, and he met Lin Shou's wide-eyed eyes.

Although the fierce tiger is old, its prestige still exists.

Lin Yuguo was so excited that he realized that he had said the wrong thing.

Lin Shou manages the army strictly. Even at home, he is worthy of his military position if he is doing official duties.

Lin Yuguo didn't dare to upset the old general, so he hurriedly changed his words and said: "The general dinner has already heated the kitchen twice, shouldn't you eat earlier..."

"Huh?" Lin Shou was taken aback when he heard the words.

"What time is it?" He asked, but as soon as the words were spoken, there was a pause in his body, followed by a violent cough.

When Lin Yuguo saw this, he hurried forward and carefully patted Lin Shou's back, trying to relieve his pain.

"You have passed the unitary time, and it's time."

Lin Shou coughed for a long time before he came over slightly. He shook his head, and said helplessly: "I am old and useless."

When Lin Yuguo heard the words, he looked at the old man in front of him, thinking that once upon a time, he had also Guanshan Hengli, and he was always a man. I felt a little pantothenic in my heart, and few of them didn't take Lin Shou's words.

Lin Shou has watched Lin Yuguo grow up since he was a child, and watched him go from waiting to be nurtured to getting married and having children, and now he is mature and stable.

How can I hide the thoughts of my grandson from him?

He sighed again and asked: "Did the letter sent to Linglong Pavilion arrived yesterday?"

"Yeah." Lin Yuguo returned to his senses, and he nodded hastily. "I arrived yesterday. Eight hundred miles is not far away. I sent the best messenger. I should have arrived yesterday."

"That's good." The old general nodded, "Then let someone serve the food."

When Lin Yuguo heard this, he was delighted, and he was busy instructing the attendants on the left and right to deliver the food.

When the arrangement was completed, Lin Yuguo hadn't spoken yet, and Lin Shou's voice sounded again.

"Retreat, all of you, I will wait for you by yourself."

Naturally, the waiters around didn't dare to obey, and they retired at that time, but Lin Yuguo was a little hesitant. He felt that Lin Shou today is a bit abnormal.

"Why? Don't you think I'm too old to eat a meal by myself?" The old general raised his brow at that time and asked.

How can Lin Yuguo dare to refute his grandfather, even if he feels uneasy, he still follows the people and slowly retreats.

Lin Shou wrinkled his brows as he looked at his worried grandson.

"Imperial Kingdom..."

He opened his mouth suddenly when Lin Yuguo stepped out of the door.

"General?" Lin Yuguo turned around when he heard the words, and looked at the old man on the high platform with some doubts.

"Don't worry, grandpa can't die."

The old man's voice sounded as thick as a lion, knocking on Lin Yuguo's eardrums.

He was stunned, but the old man picked up a chicken leg on the table and bit the tender chicken on it. It seems to be telling Lin Yuguo something.

Lin Yuguohu, who is nearly 30 years old, smiled.

"Hmm." He nodded heavily.

There are already some vicissitudes of voice, quietly echoing in the palace hall.

......

After Lin Yuguo left, it was about half an hour.

A figure fell in front of the main hall of the General Mansion like a ghost.

He vaguely saw the outline of the old general through the shadow projected on the door.

The visitor hesitated a little at that time, but finally took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

"It is said that the body of the door of stealing the holy gate is unparalleled in the world, eight hundred miles, you have walked for a full day and a half, if your ancestor master knows it, I am afraid that you will jump out of the coffin board. , Clean up your shameless disciple."

Lin Shou, who was drinking and pouring himself in the temple, didn't look at him, so he said.

It seems that Lin Shou had anticipated his arrival.

The visitor was a middle-aged man, he looked like he was in his early forties, his face was stubborn, and he was a bit sloppy, and he was even more drunk. He was obviously a drunkard all year round.

The man heard Lin Shou's sarcasm, but he was not angry.

He chuckled, closed the door and sat down in front of Lin Shou on his own. He picked up the food in front of his counter at random, and ate with the drinks on the side.

While eating, he said vaguely: "I'm not familiar with the road, I took some detours."

"But the things in your General's Mansion are really delicious. I had known that I would not go to the Sacred Gate to learn the art of robbery, and I would follow you to make contributions. Now there are groups of wives and concubines."

Lin Shou smiled when he heard the words, "If you look back now, I can still recommend to the court, it's not a problem to be an official and part-time officer."

The man hurriedly waved his hand when he heard the words, "That won't work, the affairs of the court are too complicated, I can't do it by someone Chu. I am doing this well, and I am at ease."

Lin Shou took a deep look at the man at that time, and asked leisurely: "Really good?"

"..." The middle-aged man's gorging movements paused insignificantly before he said: "Really good."

The old general who got this answer didn't ask any more.

He silently watched as the middle-aged man ate up the food at the table like a windstorm. It wasn't until he had a very indecent burp that Lin Shoufang's expression was correct.

"I'm going to die." He said like this, and a terrifying light burst out of his muddy eyes, staring straight at the middle-aged man.

"I know." The middle-aged man waved his hand and didn't respond.

The old man said nothing, but still stared at the man, the light in his eyes changed from dazzling to scorching heat, from scorching heat to a touch of indisputable determination.

Under that gaze, the man finally softened.

He sat aside and rarely said seriously: "This is not good."

"I don't have a better way." The old man responded uncompromisingly.

"Everyone dies...sometimes, alive is more terrible than death..." the man didn't give up, trying to persuade him.

"But if I die, what will Da Zhou do? What about Dahuangcheng?"

"....." This question obviously asked the man's sore spot, and he fell silent, not knowing what to respond.

"Isn't the King of Northern Xinjiang still here? You know Muji's ability."

"Of course I know Muji's abilities, but I know Muji's nature better!" The old man interrupted the man unceremoniously. At this moment, he looked like a lion, even though he was very old. As long as there is a breath, there is no room for doubt.

I don't know if I felt the old man's determination, or the reason in the old man's words was more thorough.

The man fell silent again.

The silence this time is longer and more silent than the last time.

In the palace of Nuovo University, except for the night breeze outside, there was no more sound.

......

"Are you... thinking about it?" Finally the man broke the silence.

He stood up suddenly, facing the old man, the light in his eyes flickered, extremely complicated.

"Yeah." The old man also stood up at that time, but his thin, rickety body was pressed against the man's eyes like Tarzan, and also pressed against his chest, making the man breathless.

The man sighed.

Then stretched out his hand and gently pressed it on the old man's shoulder.

He did this process very slowly and earnestly, as if performing some kind of solemn ceremony.

At that moment, his gaze became extremely deep, like the endless night sky, with stars hidden in the darkness and chaos.

His mouth opened slowly.

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"No."

"Yes."

"Dead."

......

In just three words, the man said it very hard. It was as if all the energy in the body was exhausted before spitting it out.

And what was supposed to be a retention, he also said very heavily.

It's more like a farewell.

The corners of the old man's mouth suddenly raised at that time.

He glanced at the man deeply and laughed.

"Those who stole the holy gate won't let me die."

"How dare I die?"