The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 412: Heaven and man stop the immortal

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In the night, the hall of the palace lit up candles as thick as a baby's arm, reflecting a wide lobby as bright as day.

The gathering of generals in the hall has a kind of invisible brilliance, which complements the bright lights of the hall.

The commander of the Northern Liang Cavalry Army, Yuan Zuozong, Gu Dazu, Chen Yunchui, the two army's deputy commander in Liangzhou, and Yang Shenxing, a deputy ambassador who really integrated into the Northern Liang border army, used to be Youzhou. The lieutenant status was transferred to the music book of the lieutenant general of the Snow Dragoon. This man now also leads a heavy cavalry. There are also Cao Xiaojiao, Hong Xinjia and others who came from Youzhou, as well as a large group of commanders and captains in the territory who were temporarily summoned to Jubei City, such as Lingzhou Lieutenant General Wang Zhi and Huang Xiaokuai, the two guarding the east gate of Liangzhou. Tongguan school lieutenant Xinyin Yin Mawei finished, Lingzhou Fengqiu school lieutenant Zhu Boyu, Beiguo school lieutenant Ren Chunyun, and Jiao Wuyi, who replaced Huang Xiaokuai as the pearl school lieutenant, gathered together to discuss how to defend Beicheng.

One of them, Hong Xinjia, who created the Hulukou Wubao Fengsui system, is actually not high in rank, but at this time, together with the young prince and the two frontier deputy marshals, they are all attentively listening to this person's talk. The details of the guards coming.

A large number of Qingshan Counsellors attended the meeting.

The madman Hong Shuwen is undoubtedly the legendary figure who was promoted the fastest by Bai Mayi and became the biggest official. At a young age, he has served as the chief general of the Yizhou cavalry under the command of Lingzhou General Han Laoshan. This time, he followed the two lieutenants to the outside of the pass. Jubei City, this sturdy warrior who followed His Royal Highness through the rivers and lakes of the Central Plains in the early years and rushed to the Western Regions Tiemen Pass to intercept and kill Liyang Prince Zhao Kai, but did not stand in the lobby, but stood with a knife at the gate and closed alone. The eyes are soothing, and the momentum is cold, just like a door **** who doesn't care about affection, he will draw his sword to others if he doesn't agree with him.

Liangzhou provincial governor Baiyu, Lifang Wang Jijiu, and Nanjiang Grandmaster Cheng Baishuang, the three came together. After the three met, they had a congenial conversation. They talked happily, and Wang Jijiu secretly picked up a few pots for a long time. The green ant wine, brought two scholars to have a drink together. Half an hour ago, the counsellor informed that there would be a discussion in the lobby tonight. The wine-prosperous Wang Jijiu was a little embarrassed. Going to the heavily guarded lobby was untimely, and Wang Jijiu didn't have that courage. The knives of the gang of elder generals were so old that he couldn't bear it no matter how thick-skinned he was. Wang Jijiu knows very well who is the soft persimmon in this Jubei city residence, not the old fox like Li Gongde and Yang Shenxing, nor the gentleman, such as Yu, the respectful and humble Bai Yu, or even the group of passionate military counsellors. He is clearly young. The prince, even if the old gentleman didn’t hold his mouth firmly, and leaked the allusion that stood against the wall, it was not the same as thunder and rain, but the young prince who was ashamed and angry on the chessboard killed him and lost his armor?

Besides, Wang Jijiu didn’t dare to show the grotesque and laissez-faire style of a clear-cut celebrity. The reason is simple. The old gentleman knew that the Northern Liang culture and military leaders never eat this set, and the old man himself is not good at it. . Therefore, after shaking the fan vigorously to disperse most of the alcohol, Wang Jijiu dared to drag the two to the door of the Chamber.

As a result, the door **** at the door did not block the windy and suave Mr. Bai Lian, but blocked both Wang Jijiu and Cheng Baishuang. Bai Yu, as the little tianshi of the former Taoist ancestor Longhushan, was also dripping and delicate. Carrying forward the style of being a dead fellow, not dead and poor, turning a deaf ear to the old gentleman's request for help behind him, after striding across the threshold, he just turned his head and cast a helpless look. Wang Jijiu originally promised that Cheng Baishuang could join hands in the meeting hall. An old face suddenly suffered from the vicissitudes of life. He first smiled boldly at Cheng Baishuang, swollen and fat, and signaled that although I was relieved, he turned his head to steal with the young general. Whispering, saying badly, saying that the prince trusts this southern Xinjiang grandmaster, Cheng Baishuang is a man of strong character, and will never be a sidekick, let alone leak military aircraft. Hong Shuwen held the knife in both hands, his face sternly ignored, no matter how the old gentleman bowed his head and flattered, he just stopped at the door and refused to let him go.

Wang Jijiu, who had tormented his mouth, had to sneer, not to be a scholarly gentleman, and stared: "Hong Shuwen! Believe it or not, I'm here to cry out injustice, do you think the prince will let me into the chamber? "

The lunatic Hong who doesn’t invade the oil and salt is still indifferent, and sneered: "Master, you call it, when the time comes, as long as the prince personally agrees to come down, I will give way. Otherwise, you will be insulting. Alcohol, I really have to compete with you today!"

The old man stared like a bull's-eye copper bell, and Hong Shuwen lazily said: "What's wrong, not convinced? Wang Jijiu will bully me because of my age for short training time?"

The old man almost sprayed a mouthful of old blood on this shameless young warrior. The old man was worthy of reading a book and reading his knowledge, lowered his voice, and stretched out a finger.

Hong Shuwen squinted his eyes and looked at him with disdain.

The old man reluctantly cut his love and stretched out **** tremblingly.

Hong Shuwen said to himself: "Students are just unprofitable."

The old man took a deep breath, stretched out a palm, and slapped the young man's arm again, with a sad expression on his face: "I only have this to count, but I can't kill anyone! Hong Shuwen, give me a good word !"

Hong Shuwen raised his eyebrows, moved his steps to make the way, and smiled and said: "The meeting is over, I will go to your side to fetch wine in person, five pots of green ants, if you dare to miss a pot, I will tear down your gift. The department wing is not a few steps away anyway. Remember, don’t get too close, it’s almost the same as standing on the edge with the counsellor."

The distressed old man did not bargain at all, and hurriedly crossed the threshold, not forgetting to turn around and whispered to Cheng Baishuang: "Old Cheng, the breeze and bright moon outside the house, the beautiful scenery, I will not accompany you."

After Wang Jijiu was seven or eight steps away from the gate of the Chamber, he suddenly turned around and pointed to Hong Shuwen. His face was full of ambitions, mixed with the movement of rolling his eyes and shaking his head.

Hong Shuwen suddenly realized that the five pots of green ant wine that he had said in advance must have been dipped in the water, and he raised his foot and made a kick.

Wang Jijiu hooked his finger, and he looked like he had the ability to hit me and hit me, but when the old man saw Hong Shuwen sneer and was about to break into the chamber, he immediately slipped away agilely.

Hong Shuwen was not surprised, turned around and continued to close his eyes and hold the knife.

Cheng Baishuang is eye-opening.

A Mr. Bai Lian who speaks elegantly and proudly, a Shangyin Xuegong Youjijiu who almost was about to dominate the literary world in his early years, how come he is so brazen in Beiliang?

Cheng Baishuang, who is both civil and military and has profound accomplishments, was a little bit dumbfounded, not annoyed, and didn't leave ashamed. Instead, he stood outside the chamber and looked inside and asked softly: "Dare to ask this general , Can I stand here and listen to the discussion in the house?"

Hong Shuwen didn't open his eyes, and said with no good air: "Since the prince allowed you to walk in the mansion at will, then as long as you don't have an inch to cross the threshold tonight, then it doesn't matter if you stand outside the door and listen while lying down. Going to the ground, I won’t stop it either."

Cheng Baishuang, who is almost full of Confucianism, laughed.

Before chatting with Wang Bai Yu on offering wine and wine, Cheng Baishuang heard a lot of interesting anecdotes that were used as dishes to go with the wine. The speaker did not intend to listen to it.

Bai Yu said that the young feudal lord would occasionally leave the study on the right hand side of the Ertang signing room and go to the room on the left side of the signing room which was dubbed "Caiyuanzi" by Jubei City. "The rudder" is located, because these young people with different roots and feet backgrounds have no rank and official status. They only wear Confucian scholars' blue shirts. At first glance, they look like green and are especially lush. The crowd gathers like a green vegetable garden. Moreover, those people were originally the seeds of studying in Northern Liang. Whether they were born in Beiliang Road or the scholars from other villages who went to Liang, they eventually took root and grew up in Jubei City. Xu Fengnian would go there from time to time to sit there, day and night, irregular, never a long story, just chatting with those scholars who are mostly of the same age in Qingshan, mostly trivial things, at most it is Xiuqi who writes articles and learns. In fact, there are very few major events in the military state. The two words for the rule of the country and the peace of the world, those border wars, do not involve much. Mr. Bai Lian had nothing to do once, and happened to be involved. That night, a king of Northern Liang and a governor of Liangzhou, surrounded by dozens of scholars in Qingshan, laughed and laughed constantly.

When a military counsellor said that he would go to battle and kill the enemy without hesitating to die in battle, the young prince did not refuse or approve. He just looked around and read all the bookish young faces. Tell the impassioned scholar from a foreign country that the scholar is strategizing behind the scenes, willing to make suggestions for border affairs, willing to speak up for national affairs, and willing to complain about the injustice of the border army. This has done a great job, and no one can be forgotten. The credit. In addition, if you scholars are willing to die, it is definitely a good thing, but Xu Fengnian never praises this matter. From Xu Xiao to me, I have always believed that Beiliang Iron Horse guards the border. Since you are outside the border, you wear a cold sword Riding a war horse, then there is no way to retreat and die on the battlefield, it is justified. As for the scholars who are not good at fighting with horses and bows, just have that kind of heart. Beiliang is unwilling, and should not ask you scholars to die. It is even said that scholars who have never experienced the battlefield are afraid of death and cherish their lives. Scholars and warriors in the battlefield perform their own duties. The former uses pen to write righteousness to express their confidence, while the latter is armed and guarded against the enemy. You do. Good for you, if I do mine well, I have a clear conscience. As for ordinary people living in the alleys and lanes of the market, they should not expect them to come to the border to kill the enemy. They should live well and be peaceful for a lifetime.

Cheng Baishuang held his hands, turned his back to the chamber, looked at the memorial arch, lost in thought.

Following the formal finalization of an emergency strategy, military commanders hurriedly left in batches in the Senate. When finally Gu Dazu and Chen Yunchui, the two frontier army leaders stationed in Jubei City, also crossed the threshold, the young princes and Wang Jijiu finally walked out side by side and came to Cheng Baishuang, who was nearly two hours away from the gate of Kuzhan. Bai Yu had already taken the first step to discuss matters in the house. The young feudal king saw this master of Southern Xinjiang who made great celestial phenomena in Wudang Mountain by taking advantage of the opportunity of the Confucian most holy grace. A Confucian sage will appear to take control of luck."

The three of them walked down the steps together, Cheng Baishuang shook his head and said: "Limited to the pattern, I can't enter the realm of Confucian sage."

Xu Fengnian wondered: "How do you say this?"

Cheng Baishuang smiled and said: "Even now, I still don't have the kind of state of mind to build a heart for the heaven and the earth, to continue the sacred learning, and to open up peace for all generations."

Xu Fengnian nodded, and did not despise this old Confucian scholar who had long since been subjugated.

Suddenly Cheng Baishuang asked: "Master, what do you think is a scholar?"

Xu Fengnian thought for a while and replied: "Scholars govern the country, peace and prosperity."

Cheng Baishuang asked again: "In those troubled times, what about the scholars should the national disaster take the lead?"

Xu Fengnian said without hesitation: "I should not ask them too much."

Cheng Baishuang asked with a smile: "Should it not be to stand up resolutely and save the country by scholars?"

Xu Fengnian smiled and said, "Then I can't control it. The scholar's responsibility is the scholar's own responsibility, whether he wants it, dare it, whether it can be, is the scholar's own business."

Cheng Baishuang seemed to be a little surprised when he said that, he was silent for a long time, and smiled: "Yes."

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At dawn, outside the city of Jubei, a ride hurried east from Laoyu Mountain in Liuzhou to outside the city of Jubei. Before approaching the gate, Louhuang suddenly stopped his horse.

Turning his head and looking around, he saw a guy who was far from the battlefield but still wearing iron armor and double knives, looking up to smile to himself.

Lou Huang stood up and got off the horse, feeling the extremely strange and strong murderous aura in this big brother, and had to ask: "How about the surname Xie?"

The bridegroom Yu said softly with emotion: "I can only say that he is not dead yet, and Xie Xiwei was seriously injured."

Lou Huang said nothing more.

The bridegroom Yu hesitated, "Junior Brother Lou, I entrust you with one thing."

Lou Huang did not hesitate to say: "You say it is."

The groom said sadly: "May I have to trouble you to bring a little green robe back to Central Plains. I took her a lot of roads. I thought she could stay carefree in Qingliang Mountain and listen to Chaohu Lake. The people around my peers climbed trees all day long to catch fish, and then grew up... Now it seems difficult."

Lou Huang shook his head and said: "This matter, you ask Xu Fengnian to find someone else, I can't help."

The groom frowned and said: "You want to stay too?"

Lou Huang hummed coldly: "Do you only allow you to be heroic to the bridegroom and not allow me to be heroic?"

Yu groom was speechless.

Lou Huang regretfully said: "It's a pity that neither you nor I have a good sword to take advantage of."

The groom patted the cold knife on his waist and smiled and said: "After using it, I found that it worked well. I didn't need to lift the body when I picked up the knife. It was very fun."

Lou Huang joked: "Why don't you give me a hand?"

Yu Groom refused decisively, "Don't think about it."

Lou Huang tweeted: "I want you to promise one thing too."

Yu Groom smiled and said: "You have to talk and listen first, if you agree or not, then watch."

Lou Huang grinned and said: "If I kill more people than you in the next battlefield outside the customs, how about you call my brother in the future?"

Yu Groom patted the shoulder of the younger brother, and said earnestly: "Although the younger brother who doesn't want to be a younger brother is not a good younger brother, as a younger brother, I can understand this feeling, but unfortunately I won't agree to you."

Lou Huang was not surprised, leading the horse forward, with a smile on his mouth.

In the East China Sea Emperor Wudi City for so many years, the two brothers had almost no intersection, let alone chatting so casually.

The bridegroom who seems to be very good at talking is actually the hardest to talk about. His talent is too high, his roots are too good, his cultivation is too high, and his comprehension sword is too deep, so even if he has the best temper among all the disciples of Wang Xianzhi, he will give others a good temper. In fact, he is looking at you condescendingly.

Lou Huang really doesn't like that kind of Yu Groom.

The current Yu Groom, the younger brother Lou Huang, who is very determined to win, is a little unpleasant.

The groom suddenly said: "If I can leave Beiliang Border Pass alive, I will find a graceful and charming woman, find a peaceful and quiet village, and spend the rest of my life together."

Lou Huang nodded, "Not bad."

The groom said with emotion: "It's very good. But I am also very worried now. With my skin like a groom, I find a beautiful little lady from Beiliang Rouge County. That is also easy to come by, but my brother, your appearance, What should I do? What if I see a woman who is very good but I don’t like, and I want to introduce it to you, but they just like me. I’m very embarrassed by that time."

Lou Huang took a deep breath.

Take another deep breath.

Only then did he resist the urge to hit someone.

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At noon, in a quiet courtyard of the mansion, the one-armed old man with white hair and white clothes toasted and drank, in a relaxed mood.

This old man who is obsessed with devouring famous swords in the world is not only in the same generation as Liu Songtao, but also competing with Li Chungang's swordsmanship, and he is also the co-master of the sword emperor of Xishu and the sword of Jiuhuang in Qingliang Mountain.

Across from Shizhuo is Chai Qingshan, the contemporary lord of Dongyue Jianchi, although in terms of martial arts status and the prestige of the Central Plains, Chai Qingshan is far higher than the hidden sword-eating ancestor. In terms of generations, Chai Qingshan, which is nearly ancient, is still one generation lower than Sui Xiegu, or even two generations. Sui Xiegu used to visit Jianchi in the first year of his existence, surpassing a Jianchi elder named Song, who was already in his sixtieth year at that time. Although he was defeated, the saber became the delicacy of Sui Xiegu. But before the elder died, he still admired the rising star Sui Xiegu and regarded him as a fellow in the way of kendo. When the young Chai Qingshan entered Dongyue Jianchi with a surname, he became brothers with his former overlord Song Nianqing. Both were taught by the uncle's master, so today I finally saw the true character of Sui Xiegu, Chai Qing Shan respectfully honors the younger generation from the bottom of his heart.

Sui Xiegu remembered those old events and slowly said: "At that time, every time Li Chungang defeated a kendo master who had been famous for a long time, I would go and join in the fun afterwards, but some swordsmen failed. After being in Li Chungang's hands, the sword's heart was dusted, and the sword intent was shattered. Naturally, I cannot win."

Speaking of this, Sui Xiegu glanced at Chai Qingshan and sneered: "Song Nianqing's father, that is, your master, is such a person. He can't afford to lose at all. After being humiliated, he will be depressed. On the other hand, you The uncle master of, although his sword skills are not as good as the nephew of the suzerain, he is obviously more tenacious. After losing to me, he has been tough for 20 years, and then he will fight with me again, but he will still lose again. The old man smiled and said something when he saw the saber broken by me with his own eyes?"

Chai Qingshan shook his head.

Sui Xiegu sighed and sighed: "The old guy laughed and said, his mother's life is only a hundred years, how can three feet Qingfeng hold enough? But it is not addictive, the next life will be a hundred years, the old man still I want to practice sword!"

Chai Qingshan was silent, but fascinated.

Sui Xiegu calmly said: "By the way, your master's swordsmanship has been destroyed, but he can't blame him for his lack of integrity. After all, as the master of a sect, especially in the East Yue Jianchi, a family with a long history of swordsmanship. Probably starting from the mother’s womb, it is necessary to carry the family's ups and downs, and it is naturally more difficult to let go."

Chai Qingshan, who is still the lord of the sect, said sincerely: "It is true, it is not easy."

Sui Xiegu said inexplicably: "It's even more difficult."

Chai Qingshan was slightly stunned, and then he was stunned.

At this moment, Hong Shuwen, who did not leave Jubei City with the two Lingzhou lieutenants Wang Zhi and Huang Xiaokuai, strode into the small courtyard, holding a huge wooden box, and his expression owed him a hundred. Thousands of silvers were about the same. He threw the wooden box heavily on the stone table, staring at Sui Xiegu, and said, "The lord asked me to bring you the old man, a box of six swords, except for the two swords of the Shu Dao. There are also four swords, including the Jingshi and the Dragon Scales, which have been treasured for many years in the Tingchao Pavilion, and are sent together."

Sui Xiegu opened the wooden box casually, and the sword was full of energy. The courtyard seemed to be in the midst of the snowy winter season, and there were many peerless swords, such as a peerless man who was well-known and dazzled by the country but was raised by a boudoir. beautiful woman.

Sui Xiegu said to herself: "That kid rarely makes a loss-making business."

Sui Xiegu waved his sleeves, the sword boxes were brought together again, and he raised his head and smiled and asked: "This is definitely not the original intention of your prince. If you didn't guess wrong, it was Xu Weixiong's daughter?"

Hong Shuwen doesn't fear the sword-eating ancestors, so he didn't have a good temper: "I just send the sword to this point!"

When the young man was about to turn and leave, Sui Xiegu suddenly said: "Four-handed swords can almost let me shoot. You can get back two swords at will. The old man is never the one to take advantage of the fire."

Hong Shuwen bent over and opened the sword case in a thunderous manner, and hurriedly asked: "Senior Sui, dare you to ask the two swords of Shu Dao Fuyu?"

Sui Xiegu sneered, too lazy to respond.

The famous sword Shu Dao, very easy to recognize, the sword body is extremely narrow and long, and the scabbard is engraved with inscriptions~IndoMTL.com~Hong Shuwen didn’t spend any effort to identify it, but which handle is in the spectrum of the Shu Dao? With the help of the same name, Hong Shuwen was a little bit unsure. He finally confirmed the other three swords. In the end, it was difficult to choose between the two swords, and he was uncertain, for fear that this mistake would cause the prince to lose money to his grandma's house.

Sui Xiegu stretched out **** and twisted a ray of snow-white long eyebrows, laughing playfully.

As soon as Hong Shuwen gritted his teeth, he was about to pick up an ancient sword that looked like a supporter. As soon as he held the scabbard, he heard the Sect Master Chai cough gently in the sword pool of Dongyue, Hong Shuwen immediately put down the long sword in his hand. , Grabbed another long sword with a black scabbard, held one in one hand, laughed happily, and walked away quickly.

Chai Qingshan hesitated for a moment, and said: "I hope seniors don't mind."

Sui Xiegu looked indifferent, "It doesn't matter anymore."

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At dusk, an old man with a Confucian shirt taking off his robes slowly walked towards the bridge and headed north.

On the bridge, a tall woman in white stopped the way.

The old man didn’t care, he walked up the bridge and asked with a smile: "Why do heaven and man bother the immortal?"

The woman with snow-like eyes said indifferently: "Going backwards is too much for God to tolerate."

The old man smiled, pretending to be surprised, "Oh?"

The tall woman is the grandmaster Tantai calm, and her eyes are getting fiercer, "Zhao Changling! You were never suppressed in the Shuiyue Patio in the first place. Heaven has opened a side for you. I advise you not to get too far! "

The old man made a loud voice, "So what?"

She stood in the middle of the bridge, "If you dare to step forward, even if I fight and lose with Xu Fengnian, I will kill you!"

The old man laughed, "Scare me to death!"

The old man suddenly reduced his smile, "It's a pity, I am Zhao Changling, the fairy in the sky!"

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