Monarch of Evernight: 120 Dayin Xisheng

bsp;Zhao Junyi was a little impatient. At this time, he was supposed to be doing final inspections on the battleship. He would be returning home in two hours. He hurriedly got off the bridge after seeing the latest secret report. He has determined that he will take over Zhao Weihuang's Wolf Smoke Legion in the future, so this time he will only bring his warships to send the Zhao clan's troops to land. In the future, during the national war, he will always be stationed in the Zhao clan's homeland in the West.

Zhao Junyi looked at the time on the Force Sundial and said, "Second brother, don't beat around the bush. Do you think your father is far enough away that he won't come to the Void Floating Land?"

Zhao Junhong smiled bitterly and was about to speak when Zhao Jundu stood up and said coldly: "Qianye can do whatever he likes. If your father asks, I will shoulder the responsibility." After saying that, he turned around and strode out of the tent. .

Zhao Junyi's face darkened, and he slapped the table with his palm, "The Zhao Guanwei matter hasn't completely settled yet, and the fourth child is just manipulating that Qianye like this?"

The Zhao Guanwei incident seemed to be over at that time, but in fact, after the war, a moderate turmoil arose within the Zhao clan, which had a very bad impact on the Cheng En Gong family. Qianye seriously injured Zhao Guanwei and drove him out of the forward camp. No matter what the reason was, the incident spread back to the family, causing quite a backlash.

In the final analysis, it is because of Zhao Guanwei's special situation. He is far away from the three nobles of the Zhao clan, but he is still an orthodox Zhao surnamed child registered in the family tree. He practiced and studied in the Zhao clan since he was a child, and joined the family private business as an adult. He has accumulated many achievements in the army and is upright and forthright. He is very popular among the common people of the Zhao family.

People like Zhao Guanwei, no matter which family they belong to, are the cornerstone of consolidating the power of the middle and lower classes, and they are also the targets of various forces. Cheng En Gong and his family originally valued him very much, but now not only can they not use him for their own purposes, but they have also developed a grudge against him.

Zhao Junhong calmed down and his expression returned to normal, "Zhao Guanwei has always had a very good reputation, but to be able to ignore the overall situation and make trouble for Qianye before the war shows that he has already turned to those people in the Duke of Yan's Mansion. On the other hand, even if, as rumored, his action was nothing more than a favor, the favor is still huge enough that we would not have been able to capture him in the first place."

Zhao Junyi's expression softened.

Zhao Junhong smiled and said, "In the final analysis, Qianye just served as a shield for the fourth brother. He dealt with it very well. Even if I was there, I couldn't have done any better."

Qianye's handling methods may seem extreme, but in fact from the moment Zhao Guanwei jumped out, the two sides were on opposite sides. Huairou was of no use to Zhao Guanwei at all, and would also make the Zhao clan soldiers who were watching take chances. Only by means of thunder can the military power be suppressed.

Zhao Junyi himself is also a soldier, and he knows the stakes. At this time, his expression completely softened, and he said thoughtfully: "Qianye going to fight for the Li family will definitely attract questions from the clan elders. Have you thought about how to deal with it?"

"Brother, there is no need to worry. Who can find fault with what he said before? If they have the ability, they should recognize the younger brother. Besides, it is hard to say what the clan elders are thinking. There are already people outside looking into it. Qianye’s whereabouts in the years since he disappeared.”

Zhao Junyi's eyebrows jumped, his expression was strange, and he hesitated to speak.

Zhao Junhong suddenly smiled coldly, "And our uncle You Guogong. After what happened to Zhao Guanwei, do you know what he said to Qianye? In one word, in ten years, the Zhao clan will be Jundu and Qianye The second sentence is that because of Qianye’s background, the position of clan leader must belong to Jundu. The uncle really thinks highly of our brothers, and at least the Duke of Yan has no intention of giving up."

Zhao Junyi tightened his brows. At best, these words meant that he had high hopes for the younger generation. At worst, he was suspected of inciting brothers to fight against each other. He said slowly: "Qianye, did you even tell you this?" The person who can tell this is not a simple person.

Zhao Junhong knew what he was thinking and shook his head: "No."

Zhao Junhong didn't explain much. The person who sent the message was Song Zining. Even he felt that Qianye trusted Song Zining too much. No wonder Zhao Jundu wanted to beat him up when he met him. However, the Seventh Young Master of Song Dynasty is really a wonderful person. This man who is recognized as a smart man prefers to do such thankless things among their brothers.

Zhao Junyi thought for a while and said: "Well, since the fourth brother has made up his mind about Qianye's matter, let's leave it like this for now. The situation inside and outside the valve is complicated now, and it may be better for him to stay outside. After returning to the Western Continent, I'll go talk to my father."

Zhao Junhong suddenly asked: "Brother, in the past ten years or so, has it really been true that our family has not received any news from Qianye?"

Zhao Junyi was suffocated and did not answer immediately.

Zhao Junhong said: "The enlightenment of Qianye Martial Arts originated from Huangquan. It is not a place where you can enter if you want. However, the identity of the person who sent him in cannot be found out. Who are the people in the empire that we still have today?" What about the ones that can’t be touched?”

Qianye came from underworld, and the traces of force plunder during his training could not be hidden from his mentor. The forces behind Huang Quan are complicated. How could such a major event not reach the ears of Zhao Clan's enemies or friends at all? There is obviously something wrong with it.

Zhao Junyi tapped his finger on the table and said after a while: "It is said that Marshal Lin Xitang's adopted son was a graduate of Huangquan, but unfortunately he was killed in battle only one year after joining the army." He paused and said in a deep voice: "I think Qianye himself is Didn't you mention this matter? Since the fourth brother didn't even want him to be involved in the disputes within the clan, why bother delving into what happened in the past?"

"Lin Xitang?!" Zhao Junhong lowered his eyes to hide the coldness, smiled, nodded and said: "Yes."

At this time, Lin Xitang, who was far away in the imperial capital, was sitting in an off-road vehicle, looking out the window in ecstasy at the white that seemed to cover the entire world.

Apocalypse has four distinct seasons, and now is the time of heavy snowfall. Snow started to fall in the afternoon, weighing down the bare branches of the street trees, which made the bare branches of the street trees sway. Instead, the sky was reflected brightly, making even the gloomiest corners of the city shine with flawless color.

Fang Qingkong knelt on one knee beside the seat. He had remained motionless in this position since he got in the car. Lin Xitang remained silent, so he remained silent.

The marshal's honor guard motorcade drove slowly down the avenue, turned a corner, and saw a set of extremely large power towers. This is just a one-block energy center, comparable in scale to a medium-sized city, showing the extraordinary status of the residents here.

Lin Xitang said gently: "Qingkong, you shouldn't do this."

The proposal to remove Zhang Boqian from his post as Marshal should have been proposed by Lin Xitang himself at the court meeting, but he suddenly suffered from an old injury and did not make it to the meeting. Fang Qingkong didn't defend himself, but lowered his body further.

Lin Xitang sighed, "You are only one step away from becoming a **** general. If you can cross this threshold, your future will be far beyond the scope of the supervisory department. It is possible to become an official and become a prime minister. How many people have limited qualifications and will spend their entire lives. If you stop here, you are expected to break through in two years, why bother with King Qingyang at this time?"

Fang Qingkong's methods are disgusting, and his ability to survive until now depends solely on his strength. He was from the scout camp of the Beifu Legion, but no one could have imagined that a dead soldier who was good at stealth assassination could actually walk to the gate of the divine general. No wonder even Lin Xitang, who was used to seeing geniuses, was full of regret.

Fang Qingkong said softly: "Someone has to do dangerous things, and it doesn't have to be you every time."

Lin Xitang didn't say much, just said: "Qingkong, there is no next time."

Fang Qingkong responded in a low voice: "Yes."

Lin Xitang looked indifferent, "If you are still dissatisfied, go back to the army as soon as possible and accumulate merit for a few more years. Maybe after breaking through to become a **** general, you can compete for the position of commander. In fact, it is already enough to be the Supervision Department now. It’s a waste of your talent.”

Fang Qingkong's face turned pale, he paused and said: "Qingkong will never do this again, please don't transfer me."

At this time, the car body shook slightly and stopped. At the end of the street in front of you was a magnificent mansion with green tiles and black eaves. The word "Qingyang" on the plaque was copied from the handwriting of Taizu who was treasured in the imperial palace. It was the founding emperor. An inscription given to the first King Qingyang.

Lin Xitang left the carriage attendant outside and walked up the stairs alone. The guards of the Qingyang Palace obviously knew the Imperial Marshal and had received the order early. They saw Lin Xitang all bowing politely, but no one came forward.

Lin Xitang raised his head and took a look at the direction, walked straight into the depths of the buildings, passed through several floors of doors, and suddenly he came to the edge of a school field.

Everywhere in the corridors and corridors was deserted. The light of the sword on the campus was brighter than the skylight reflected by the heavy snow, and even a little dazzling. The sword energy forced the snowflakes in most of the field to stop in the air, but there was no sound. The only sound in my ears was the rustle of snow falling like salt.

The sword light faded, and a black long knife with an ancient appearance was inserted silently into the center of the ground.

The Zhang family splashes rain with swords, and the sound is loud.

Zhang Boqian returned to the corridor, where there was a table, a jar of wine, and a jade cup. He filled the cup with golden wine, but did not touch the cup. He picked up the wine jar and poured it directly into his mouth. A little wine splashed out, and the air was suddenly filled with a mellow aroma.

Lin Xitang walked over, bent down to pick up the wine glass, and took a sip. The burning line of fire went straight to his chest.

Zhang Boqian placed a seal the size of a baby's fist on the table. It was carved from sapphire and was the most ordinary square seal in appearance. However, the pattern composed of the force array on it represented a great Qin man. The will of the marshal, the highest real military position.

Zhang Boqian pushed the seal towards Lin Xitang with a very casual attitude, as if it was the most ordinary seal.

Lin Xitang's eyes narrowed slightly, and after being silent for a while, he took out a flat jade box the size of a palm and handed it to Zhang Boqian.

Zhang Boqian took it but did not open it. He just turned it over and over in his hand.

Lin Xitang broke the silence, which was so quiet that only the sound of falling snow could be heard, and said: "This is the omen of the auspicious feathers you asked me for."

The "Omen of Auspicious Light" is a kind of celestial art. It is said that the diviner guides the power of stars to form various patterns on the jade stone named "Auspicious Light", which is an omen to ask the diviner about the answer he wants. The teller does not know what the questioner wants to count. This divination process is so illusory that it is now regarded as a recreational game rather than an orthodox divine art.

The jade box was still overturned in Zhang Boqian's hand, and suddenly it turned into a cloud of powder. When it flew into the air, even the powder disappeared completely without a trace.

Lin Xitang's calm face showed a look of astonishment.