Super Elation Under the Sun Chapter 168: There are always unsolvable troubles in the world

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Before walking to the Wanbao Pavilion, no matter what, you must first walk through the chain. Standing on this side of the cliff, looking at the other side of the cliff, Xie Ying suddenly asked: "Li Fuyao, Do you know how to use the sword to show it off?"

Li Fu shook his head, did not answer this question, just asked: "Do you want me to carry you over?"

Xie Ying laughed, raising his head thinking about something to say, but as soon as he looked up, he saw the sun about to set, and muttered: "I don’t know how the sunrise is, but the sunset is really still Not bad."

Li Fu shook his head and looked up, without speaking.

After crossing the "bridge" Xie Ying walked in front of him, the most brilliant child of the Xie family in Yanshi City, walking on the trembling iron chain according to the hilt of the family treasured sword dweller. I didn't feel scared at all, but walked very slowly, not at all chic.

I am afraid that this section of the road today is the slowest, most stable, and least willing section of the road in Xie Ying's life. This Xie Ying, who has never encountered any major setbacks since childhood, can always achieve extraordinary results in a short period of time no matter what he does. That's why Xie Chenjun values ​​him so much, and Xie Wuyi thinks of himself. This son will love and hate again. Therefore, Xie Ying couldn't talk about anything with all his heart, even if he led a cavalry alone and carried the rise and fall of Da Zhou on his shoulders.

But this part of the road today should not be taken seriously, because if you really slip on your feet, you will roll down the cliff from here, and it will be a fate. At that time, everything in the past twenty or thirty years will be one. The field mirror is beautiful. It’s not that Xie Ying is afraid of death. If he is really afraid of death, he would not dare to enter Huaiyang City alone before coming. It’s just that even though there are thousands of ways to die in life, Xie Ying would not like this one today. .

Li Fuyao, who carried the sword box on his back, didn't step on this chain rashly. It was not that he was afraid that he would fall down the cliff. He just wanted to wait until Xie Ying finished walking.

Looking at Xie Ying walking on this swaying iron chain, Li Fuyao remembered that many years ago in Luoyang City, he had fun with those city friends in the alleys. One place was a stone. The ladder, because the first step in the middle was destroyed by something, so the neighbours had to put a piece of wood between the two stone ladders. A few children often like to go there for a walk. The children’s balance is not outstanding, so There is probably no one who can stand on that piece of wood for a while, is he Li Fuyao?

No way!

Laughed, after regaining consciousness, Li Fuyao saw that Xie Ying was already standing on the opposite side and gasped for breath. Then he walked on the iron chain. He walked unhappily, but every step he took was extremely stable, not Xie Yingna. When he walked to the opposite side, Xie Ying had long ago found a boulder in front of Wanbao Pavilion and sat down, looking at the Wanbao Pavilion that was famous for Chen Guo, Xie Ying muttered: "There are really more than one piece. Thousand catties of boulders, behaved, really are the means of you gods on the mountain."

Li Fuyao was noncommittal, just staring at the Wanbao Pavilion, which was obviously built for some years, but did not show up.

Xie Ying stood up, rubbed his shoulders, and suggested: "Or let's go in and see if there is any sleeping place? Anyway, we have to get up tomorrow to see the sunrise?"

Li Fuyao nodded, and stepped into this Wanbao Pavilion first. The corners of his mouth twitched. When I just crossed the cliff, I didn't see you so positive. Now you have become like this, aren't you ashamed?

Stepping into the Wanbao Pavilion that Chen Guoren thought of, it was not as jewel-like as imagined. It was just a simple pavilion. Wanbao Pavilion has three floors. The third floor is an excellent location to watch the sunrise. The first floor only has A quiet room, besides, there is nothing else. The man who wanted to come to build this pavilion didn't have the idea of ​​inviting guests here, otherwise, why didn't you even see a guest room?

On the second floor, there are a lot of books piled up, none of them are isolated fragments. On the contrary, the common books on the market account for most of the books, and the rest are also some miscellaneous books, which are not valuable, so this is here. For many years, it has not been evacuated. As for whether it has been taken a few steps stealthily, no one knows.

The entire Wanbao Pavilion is spotless, nothing like an unowned thing.

Li Fuyao came to the books from the first floor to the second floor. After a moment of silence, he took out an inconspicuous yellowed book, and saw a bright yellow talisman pasted here at the back of the book.

Xie Ying came over and asked, "What is this?"

Li Fuyao calmly said: "Dust-preventing talisman, one of Taoist talisman, as long as the above Qi mechanism is still there, it will be effective, even after thousands of years, this Wanbao Pavilion will be spotless. Fulu is effective. It is closely related to the realm of the painter's realm. Those with a high realm are afraid that they will last for more than a hundred years. However, this talisman does not seem to be painted by the person himself. It should be some ordinary stuff circulated in the Taoist door. The energy flow is very fascinating. Seriously, if the person who built this Wanbao Pavilion doesn't want to watch this Wanbao Pavilion become dusty in the future, he should come back soon."

Xie Ying sat down on the floor and said with a smile: "In case the mountain **** is dead outside, I'm not sure."

Li Fuyao chuckled, but when the sky was getting darker, he went to find an oil lamp to light it, and then walked slowly along the bookshelf with the oil lamp.

Flip through the books from time to time.

Xie Ying yawned, not looking here, just closing his eyes and resting.

Li Fuyao walked a few steps and stopped in front of a bookshelf. There was a line of small characters on the wall behind the bookshelf.

The handwriting is sloppy, but meaningful.

Li Fuyao carefully identified it and recognized it as a sentence, "Life is not satisfactory, how?"

There seems to be something unfinished.

Li Fuyao stopped for a moment, walked a few steps forward, and saw another line of characters. This time, it was not cursive, but a line of regular script with neat handwriting. "I'm a scholar of my generation, is it wrong to be honest and sincere? Open peace for all generations?"

It stopped abruptly again.

Li Fuyao took a few steps forward again. The previous one was in running script this time, "I said that I am not pleased with anyone because of his untimely knowledge."

Go forward and it's gone.

Li Fuyao raised his head. These three lines of small characters were written by one person. That person seems to be a top-notch scholar in the world. Whether it is cursive or regular script, it is not bad, and it seems that they are written randomly. It doesn't take a bit of effort. If you really pick up the pen seriously, I'm afraid it will really be compared with the best calligraphy guys in the world.

Li Fuyao suddenly withdrew from the pavilion and went to the pavilion to see if there was a plaque hanging, but after a while, he returned to the second floor and was still confused. There was no plaque there, so why did he go and take a look.

Back to the second floor, Xie Ying was already asleep, and the moon was in the middle of the sky. Li Fuyao put the oil lamp back and sat down cross-legged.

Now he has a lot of thoughts about the owner of Wanbao Pavilion.

Remove the sword box, take out Qingsi and Xiaoxue and put them on the lap.

Li Fuyao was about to start his usual sword-raising method again, but suddenly, Qingsi Xiaoxue made a masterpiece, and Qingsi's sword body trembled, almost bursting out of its sheath.

Li Fu shook his head and looked at the third floor.

Put Xiaoxue into the sword box, hold Qingsi in her hand, and go to the third floor of the view.

Nothing else on the third floor.

He went up to look at it before and didn't find anything. This time he went up to the third floor, only to find that there was ash falling off on the opposite wall, and some verses appeared. "Raise your head in the northwestern clouds, leaning against the sky with a long sword. People say that here, see you in the middle of the night, and the flames of bullfighting. I feel that the mountains are high, the sky in the pool is cold, and the moon and stars are light."

In the place where the money is signed, there is the word Wang Fugui.

This is the master of Wanbao Pavilion.

But this kind of scholar who can write such a handwriting is called Wang Fugui? !

Li Fuyao walked a few steps, but after a while, he could only retreat. The abundance of vitality in that line of poems was really much stronger than him, but there was no aggressive posture.

Li Fuyao is puzzled. He didn't feel any sword intent in this Wanbao Pavilion, which means that the owner of Wanbao Pavilion will not be a senior in the line of swordsmen, but why Qingsi wants a sword. Screaming loudly?

Li Fu shook his head and looked at the Qingsi in his hand. The latter is still shaking slightly now, not afraid, but a little excited and excited.

Li Fuyao sat down on the spot and waited for dawn to watch the sunrise.

After closing his eyes, there was a loud bang in his mind.

A white-robed swordsman appeared not far in front of him, still unable to see his appearance, but the sword in his hand was undoubtedly Qingsi.

Li Fuyao was stunned, and quickly remembered the scene he saw when he held Qingsi at the bottom of the Jianshan cliff for the first time. The white-robed swordsman fought alone on the Jianshan mountain against several demon cultivators who climbed the stairs, and finally died of exhaustion. .

Later, he learned that the former owner of this blue silk, the man in white robe, was called Bai Zhihan, and he was a well-deserved sword embryo!

Now that we meet for the second time, it doesn't seem to be friendly.

Bai Zhihan, who was holding the sword, looked at Li Fuyao and sneered: "Why are you wearing my Bai Zhihan's sword?"

Li Fuyao was startled, as if he didn't know how to answer.

Bai Zhihan said indifferently: "Answer me!"

Between word and sentence, there are countless sword intents filled with it. As expected, Bai Zhihan’s swordsmanship has only one step to enter the sea, even the ancestors of Jianshan if he wants to come.

Li Fuyao was silent for a while, looking at the sword that was supposed to be in his own hands, but now it was Qingsi who was on the opposite side.

"Senior has passed away, why can't he bear this sword?"

Li Fuyao raised his head, his expression calm.

He couldn't see Bai Zhihan's face, but he didn't know why, he could always feel Bai Zhihan's expression.

The latter raised the corners of his mouth, "It has nothing to do with your unqualified offspring, but since you want my sword, you should give you a reason to use it."

Li Fuyao said: "Senior made a mistake. Since Qingsi doesn't resist, why does senior do this?"

Bai Zhihan seemed to have a strange expression on his face. The young man opposite didn't say what his perseverance or ambition was, but he was just saying that he was dead, so naturally he shouldn't worry about the ownership of this sword.

From the perspective of Li Fuyao, no matter what you say about kendo, it is of no use. After all, the brilliance of kendo can be compared to the sword embryo in front of you, and it can be compared with the sword fairy. A person on par with Liu Xiang.

So I can only say so.

Bai Zhihan was obviously disappointed.

He threw out Qingsi at will, "You are not worthy of learning my Bai Zhihan's kendo."

Li Fuyao took over Qingsi blankly, "Li Fuyao doesn't want to learn the kendo of seniors."

The coldness of Baizhi dissipated with a smile.

Qingsijian calmed down again.

Li Fu shook his head in sweat.

When I opened my eyes, the sky was already white.

It just looks like, I don’t want to see any sunrise today.

No wonder it was so deserted on the way up the mountain that no pedestrian was able to see it.

It turns out that after winter, it is really hard to see the sunrise?

Li Fuyao walked down the third floor, but suddenly saw a group of people walking through the chains outside the building and came to Wanbao Pavilion.

A group of three, two middle-aged men with ordinary faces, one in a blue shirt and the other in a black robe.

Another woman, with an ugly face, carried two daggers.

Li Fuyao came to the second floor, but Xie Ying had already got up. He had a rest for the whole night, and he seemed to be in good spirits, but after seeing these three people, this Xie Jiabaoshu looked dim.

Li Fuyao asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"

Xie Ying smiled bitterly: "Remember when I was eating dumplings, I said how many people were in our party, did I enter Huaiyang City alone?"

Li Fuyao nodded.

Xie Ying has a bitter face, "Do you know why I went out of Huaiyang City and didn't look for them, but avoided them?"

Li Fu shook his head.

Xie Ying sighed, "Because these three originally watched me die, even if I got out of Huaiyang City by chance, they would definitely make another cut, so that Xie Ying couldn't return to Da Zhou."

Li Fuyao frowned and said: "You thank someone in your family who wants you to die, and you don't want you to be the owner of the family?"

Xie Ying nodded calmly, "Uncle won't live for too long, so they should act a little."

Li Fuyao asked again, "Do you know who it is?"

Xie Ying lowered his head and whispered: "Knowing my every move and being able to call the masters of the Xie family, in the end, I can guarantee that after I die, I will be able to sit on the seat of Patriarch, except for my father. Who is there? It’s just that I don’t think about it clearly and want me to die. In the previous assassin of Chen Guo, why did he block it for me and lost an arm in vain."

Li Fuyao was silent, he really didn't know how to speak about this matter.

Xie Ying pressed the handle of the knife, and whispered softly: "Thank you for your family affairs, don't mix things up, I'll take care of it myself."

Li Fuyao did not agree, "I am here, you can't die."

Xie Ying sighed, said nothing, tidied his clothes, and went downstairs alone.

Li Fuyao looked at his back and found that he was really lonely.

What is going on to make such a young man like this?

He whispered: "Mr. Wang Fugui, what do you think?"

——

Hope for a thousand times, or a thousand unwillings?

In short, the old Xie Jijiu still walked into this Shaoliang City. Before the old Jijiu entered the city, His Majesty the Great Zhou Emperor really led a hundred officials to greet him and gave the old Jijiu the greatest courtesy.

Furthermore, after entering the city, Lao Jijiu said that he would walk to the post house. His Majesty also readily agreed, and he took the initiative to walk next to Lao Jijiu, supporting this already gray-haired old man. .

Xie Chenjun’s body began to deteriorate last autumn. In fact, this old man also knew why his body suddenly plummeted. In fact, he couldn’t get rid of the relationship with his younger brother. It’s just that he believed him too much. Not taking precautions on food, housing, and transportation has led to this situation. However, after Xie Chenjun learned the news of Xie Ying’s death, he was unwilling to spend more time conditioning his body, which led to his body getting worse and worse. Until now this point.

The saddest thing is nothing more than death.

After Xie’s family disappeared, the old man’s spirit was naturally gone.

Walking on the street that has been emptied, His Majesty the Emperor was silent. He really didn’t know how to speak to the old sacrificial wine. He almost took out most of the Xie’s family for this national war. Boss.

There is even Xie Ying's net worth.

For the old man, he can only respect and feel guilty.

Xie Chenjun laughed, "Your Majesty does not need to be guilty. Ying'er died in the battlefield and died on the case with a civil official. In fact, they are all taken for granted. However, the old minister felt a bit disappointed when he failed to make a relative with his Majesty. Ying'er When he was a child, he was already the most outstanding descendant of the Xie family. He was not bad in martial arts and art of war. At that time, the veteran asked Ying'er whether he wanted to be a world-renowned hero or to lead an army to open up the frontiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Earth, what do you think, your Majesty, Ying'er, who was only a teenager at the time, was actually supposed to be a general who would command the army of a country. At a young age, he had such ambitions. The old ministers were very happy, but This kid said that he has studied the art of war since then, but his martial arts has also not fallen. Now he is a master at no matter how he is. Such a thank you, the old minister can not have high hopes, if he says no, it is a lie, but these days I always dreamed of him. This time, the old minister was thinking that if he returned to the beginning, the old minister would ask him if he would like to study for fame and fame. Just leave it to others, your Majesty, don’t blame the old minister for such a posture. , It’s really because the old minister has no children. For Ying'er, he is really treated as his own son."

Although he was laughing, his Majesty the Emperor couldn't hear the sadness.

His Majesty the emperor said softly: "My old man's mood, I fully understand that Xie Ying is the pillar of the country. If it were not for him, this great week would not be so peaceful."

Xie Chenjun walked a few steps and looked up and asked: "The old official dare to ask your majesty, if Ying'er is still alive, will your majesty really marry the princess to him without caring about the ancestral system?"

His Majesty the Emperor said without hesitation: "That is natural."

Xie Chenjun nodded, and then said in a low voice: "The old minister thinks back several times these days, and feels that he is still too strict with Ying'er and lacks some care. He just wants to make him grow up and become In the future, Xie’s mainstay was actually a bit too much. When thinking about planning something for him, it was too late. In fact, it was Xie’s family who was most sorry to respond."

His Majesty the Emperor sighed slightly, not knowing what to say.

Xie Chenjun walked a few steps forward before saying: "The old minister came to Shaoliang City this time not to embarrass your majesty, but to solve the situation for your majesty. The courtiers are all watching the reaction of the old ministers. In fact, The Da Zhou that the old ministers most want to see is the Da Zhou as always."

The emperor’s eyes are moist.

"In the future, I may borrow your Majesty’s Shaoliang City as the last visit to the old minister."