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Chapter 131: High-spirited and Eternal Romance

After Qibili thanked Li Guanyi again, he did not say anything else. He did not speak as passionately as those Confucian scholars. He treasured the golden seal and put it away. Pojun sighed and said, "Khan, I am sorry for offending you just now."

"Please follow me here."

Po Jun looked calm and composed, and replied:

"I'll give you the second strategy."

Counsellors are not overlords. They have a calm vision and the ability to judge the situation, but they do not have the courage of an overlord. Therefore, when the respected lord makes a decision, they should be like the wings of the White Tiger and move forward with excitement.

Teacher, have I also followed the overlord into the vortex of this world?

Pojun lowered his eyes, his expression calm, without the seductive power of the hero who had just spread out his arms and said with a smile on his face that he would conquer the world.

Qibili nodded, and Pojun took him to the side and recounted the way to expand the periphery. This time, Pojun looked calm, and just used a branch to draw a topographic map of the Western Regions, saying: "I just said that the military and the people are one, but there is one thing we need to pay attention to."

"Men aged 15 and over and under 60 are called Ding. They need to be divided into two categories. One is the strong Ding, which is the main army, and the other is the auxiliary soldiers. A main army has three auxiliary soldiers, which gather at [points] and will gather at the points during war."

"In terms of strategy, I have a method, which is to hide at the beginning."

"Become famous, but avoid war."

"In the second stage, you must fight bravely but keep your reputation to yourself."

"Third, nameless, no fighting, rest and recuperation, on the terrain, please listen to me tell you about the fourth step that I have not mentioned before -"

Po Jun described the next steps in detail, then pointed his finger at the ground and said:
"[The east is bounded by the Yellow River, the west is bounded by Yumen, the south is connected to Chenguan, and the north controls the desert]."

Po Jun sat there quietly, his eyes almost turned into a weird purple, and he drew a circle with his fingers across the entire Western Regions, saying, "My lord, you must go to the Murongjiangnan area first, and I will go to Ying State. You have to return to the Western Regions outside Longxi. I'm afraid we won't be able to see each other for several years."

"I must explain this general trend clearly."

"This area, to the upper part is the Turkic desert steppe, to the lower part is the border of Chen State, to the east is Longxi and Ying State, and the great rivers flowing down from the highest snow-capped mountains in the steppe; to the west is the Dangxiang and the fleeing Tuyuhun, among the mountains and rivers."

“This is the corridor where the nations must fight for hegemony, and where the four nations compete.”

"No matter what, General, please do your best to occupy this corridor. This is the foundation of your hegemony."

Qibili wrote down all these things and bowed again.

Previously, Po Jun described the path for their clan to survive and prosper, but now it has gone even further. Po Jun smiled and said, "In fact, I still don't believe you. I think power is the most mellow wine, but also the strongest poison, for heroes."

"Since ancient times, many heroes were passionate and enthusiastic when they were in humble positions, like dragons and tigers. But when they reached the highest positions, they were all weakened by the luxury and beauties of high positions and their heroic spirit was exhausted. But my monarch believes in you, so I am willing to believe in you too."

"But, is there one thing you can tell me?"

Po Jun said: "Your realm."

Qibili remained silent, looked at the young man in front of him, and replied:
“I have traveled thousands of miles, seen the world, all people, good and evil, but my heart has not changed.”

"My mind has been refined. I am only one step away from the fourth level."

“It’s a little short of accumulation.”

A sharp look flashed across Pojun's eyes.

The fourth level——

You can already be called a general!

Benchmark person - Gong Zhenyong.

But the Qibili in front of him was only 27 years old.

Po Jun said: "You have such martial arts and such a foundation. If you show it early, other countries will not give up on a natural cavalry commander like you. In the bitter cold of the Western Regions, you can practice to this level without any food."

"Given enough resources, you can become a famous general in the world within five years."

Qibili was silent for a moment. He held the wolf tooth pendant he had taken off and said, "An elder in the tribe told me."

The old man in the tribe who had participated in many battles and had seen the overlords and heroes of this era said that only if they were promised to help their tribe could they take the treasure passed down from generation to generation and show their military strength.

This means that the people who agree to help him do so not for profit but out of genuine desire to help.

If they help the tribe only because of his military power, they will abandon them if he loses his military power.

They will be abandoned because of the emergence of a higher force.

Those who seek force before lending a helping hand are not worthy of the Canglang's force.

What if he did?
Qibili thought about his problem at that time.

If he did it… The old man of the tribe paused, reached out and touched the Khan’s head, and whispered: “Then give him your life!”

Now, at the age of 27, Qibili, who was destined to be a famous general in the world, raised his eyes and said, "It's all in the past. I'm leaving. I've stayed here long enough. If I don't leave, the Emperor of Chen will use other methods to make me stay."

"I will follow your strategy. At least it can help my tribe survive this chaotic time."

"You have lost all your donkeys."

Qibili patted his chest and said:
"I still have my legs and martial arts skills."

"As long as my heart is there, there is no place in the world that I cannot go."

The young Khan finally showed his heroic spirit in his words, but Po Jun said, "But it's too late. I will find a way to get you horses and carriages. You find a way to say goodbye to the Emperor of Chen, say some good words, and then trick him into giving you some rewards."

"I will write down what you don't know how to say, and then you can just recite it. The Emperor of Chen cares about his reputation. He won't stop you if you want to leave, but even if he is unhappy, he will give you enough gold, jewels, and silk."

"You can trade it along the way and replace it with something that sells better."

Qibili looked at those skinny children and said, "There is even human trafficking happening under the emperor's feet, and yet they can reward me with gold and gems even though they are unhappy about it. How can such absurd things happen at the same time?"

Po Jun said: "This is how troubled times are."

Then Qibili laughed and waved his hands. The children gathered in front of him. The Khan left from the dark and then went to bid farewell to the emperor. He left quickly. The emperor gave him a thousand taels of gold, various kinds of jewels and silks, which required three carriages to load.

The officials who saw him off sent him out of the city gate. No one knew that he had a martial arts level close to the fourth level, and no one knew that he had the form of a Canglang. His ears were very sensitive and he heard the officials' private conversations.

"Your Majesty really looks down on them by only giving them this kind of thing."

"There are only a few thousand households, and these things are enough. It is not as good as a town in my big country."

"Although I look down on such a small tribe, I still gave them a thousand taels of gold, several carts of silk and jewelry, which is already a luxury."

"Yes, if not, how can we show the demeanor of our country, the sage emperor?"

Qibili saw people wearing silk around him, and that the post station that entertained envoys from various countries was still luxurious, with Buddhists, Taoists, and musicians. There was meat on the table, but only a few bites were taken. People came and went, with the wind blowing and their backs bent, so he laughed, a laugh that was desolate and sad, yet heroic.

He let the children sit in the cart, and slapped the golden rings on the reins of the war horses with his scimitars, singing loudly, with a desolate voice that could be heard far away:
"Chi Le Chuan, at the foot of Yin Mountain. The sky is like a dome, covering the whole area."

"The sky is blue and the wild fields are vast."

“The wind blows the grass low and you can see the cattle and sheep!

On the day when Qibili and Pojun were chatting, Qibili left the Xue family in secret, and Pojun also left. His current identity is the Seventh King's aide. Although the State of Chen knew that the Seventh King was eager to form a caravan with the Xue family, it was still not appropriate for him to stay here for too long.

Li Guanyi saw everyone off. He stood there quietly, then his gaze shifted and fell on the corner of the wall. The young man thought for a while and walked over. There was a willow tree next to the corner, and a lotus pond on one side of the willow tree. Li Guanyi frowned.

strangeness……

He stretched out his hand and touched the ancestral gate between his eyebrows. The gate was open, his spirit was clear, and he could sense murderous intent, making the secret techniques of the same level of the Yin-Yang School, Taoism, Buddhism and other Xuan sects ineffective. At this moment, there was no change in the ancestral gate, but he always felt as if there was someone in front of him.

The boy thought about it, stretched out his finger and reached forward. Then his finger was pinched.

The void in front of him began to ripple, as if a curtain was lifted, and then silver hair appeared in front of him first, followed by a delicate white face, clear eyes, and a book that was pinching Li Guanyi's finger.

Yaoguang.

She knows formations and astrology, but her body is not much stronger than that of an ordinary person.

He just used the formation to cover himself.

The girl looked at Li Guanyi. The boy squatted in front of him, his fingers pinched by the scroll, a smile on his face, and said, "It's you."

The silver-haired girl's voice was calm as she asked, "Do you know?"

"My guess."

Li Guanyi replied with a smile.

After all, apart from a certain old man, you are the only one who appears here.

He didn't say such words. He just smiled and stretched out his hand to pick the willow leaf off the girl's shoulder. Then he stood up. Yaoguang raised her head and watched the sunlight falling through the gaps between the willow trees. The young man stood there, one hand on the sword at his waist and the other holding the willow leaf, his expression quiet and distant.

The hair at his temples was slightly lifted, and his eyes no longer had the unbridled carelessness of the original young knight.

Yaoguang thought about it, her face expressionless, and she just stood up.

After thinking about it, he made a choice based on the records in the file.

Li Guanyi was thinking, in front of him, Po Jun's strategy, the chaos in the world, the warlords outside the Great Wall and the divided Turks, the eighteen states in the south of the Yangtze River, the hatred of his father and his mother, the struggle for destiny gathered together and turned into a whirlpool, and then suddenly someone held his hand.

Delicate and slightly cool like jade, he lowered his head and saw the silver-haired girl quietly holding his hand, then shaking it. This should be an attempt to learn to act like a spoiled child, or at least to do something similar to the records in some files.

But the girl's expression was calm and peaceful, with no expression on her face.

She didn't say anything like, "I'll be here no matter how you change."

He just shook Li Guanyi's hand and said in a calm voice:
"I want some snack."

"what?"

Li Guan was stunned for a moment, and his demeanor faded. Yaoguang's expressionless face and coquettish gesture made him laugh. He chuckled, and then the laughter became clear and loud. He stretched out his hand and let the wind take the willow leaves away. Then he stretched out his hand and pressed it on Yaoguang's head. He smiled freely, with light in his eyes, just like in the past, and said:

"What do you want to eat?"

Yaoguang said: "Bake the steamed buns..."

"Shut up!"

Li Guanyi seemed annoyed, and stopped her with a smile, saying: "Blackened steamed buns poured with honey are simply a blasphemy to the peasants. Don't mention your recipes anymore." The young man seemed a little furious, and then hung the sword on his waist. He thought for a moment and said:
"Just wait!"

"I'll do it."

Li Guanyi was very excited.

The silver-haired girl raised her hand and patted her hair, tidied up the ends of her hair, then watched the boy over there making snacks. She sat on the bluestone under the pond, thought for a while, and felt that the records of previous generations of Yaoguang were useful.

She looked at herself in the pond and wanted to smile, but she just had a calm expression.

Yaoguang gave up.

She picked up a pen and started drawing on a piece of white paper, but somehow, with just a few strokes, she managed to depict the boy's appearance on the portrait.

There are many people in this world with superb painting skills. The art of painting and calligraphy is also profound and extensive. In later generations, the scrolls of the son of Yan Pi, the Junior Eunuch of the Palace, can be recorded in history books along with the biographies of the young man. Although that young man also served as prime minister, he left his name for generations through the ages as a painter.

He was known for his talent in handling official duties and was also good at calligraphy and painting. The court called him the god of painting.

It is a divine product of the time.

It is said that the left prime minister showed his power in the desert, and the right prime minister was famous for his painting.

Such a prime minister who was good at painting and handling affairs spent the most time and energy in his life painting portraits of heroes and meritorious officials in the world, as well as kings and overlords from ancient times to the present. He hung them in the octagonal building with fine rice paper for people to see.

People praised him for this masterpiece, which became a masterpiece in the history of painting.

The picture of kings, emperors and overlords is regarded as the best in history.

But the painters at that time found something wrong among the portraits of the majestic overlords and emperors. In front of the portraits of the emperors from past dynasties with beards, jade belts, majesty and solemnity, there was a piece of white paper, a portrait casually sketched on rice paper.

The brush strokes are very light, and the boy's raised clothes spread out a large area of ​​ink, which seems to blend with the mountains and rivers.

It seemed to be the south of the Yangtze River in spring. The young man held a sword in one hand and a willow leaf in the other.

The sun shone on his face and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

The young man is high-spirited.

Here, among the majesty of those overlords there is a hint of brightness, like the wind, which seems never to age or decay.

People in the distant future all know that there was once such a person, full of vigor and youth, laughing freely in the Jiangnan wind with flying brows.

The famous Yan Benli once saw this painting and sat there for a long time. Finally, he threw down the brush in his hand and sighed, "A painting like this cannot be reproduced by skills. The painter's skills are not as good as mine, but her eyes saw that scene and never left."

“It’s not about skill but about spirit.”

"It is a realm that is even more beyond the realm of [Divine Product]."

"It's a pity that I've never seen such a demeanor before."

Li Guanyi made some snacks. There was ice-making technology in Beijing, so he successfully made an ice cream and put some delicate small fruits on it as decoration. He pushed it to Yaoguang, who took a small spoon and scooped a spoonful of it and put it in her mouth.

Then the silver-haired girl's eyes lit up.

Li Guanyi felt that if everyone was an animal, the girl in front of him had no expression, but was smart, would help him at critical moments, and would stay away if he wanted to get close to her, like a proud and cold cat.

Well, just greedy.

The girl put the spoon in her mouth, was silent for a moment, and said, "The Guanxing Yaoguang lineage."

Li Guanyi smiled evilly and said, "I have always lived a simple life."

The girl didn't say anything, but just tasted it slowly. Li Guanyi picked up the sword. After that, he still went to visit his ancestor Wenyuan to practice "Huangji Jingshi Shu", and still learned the art of defeating millions of enemies from Master Wang Tong. He went to the Taoist temple again that day.

But when I went to the Taoist temple today, I found that the atmosphere inside the temple was somewhat strange.

Buzz! ! !
Before he even got close, the bronze cauldron had already started to roar violently. After the Red Dragon Jade Liquid was exhausted, the bronze cauldron actually began to absorb the jade liquid again!
Li Guanyi raised his head and saw a colorful glow through his Qi-gazing technique.

He saw a Buddha?

Li Guanyi arrived at the Taoist temple. The young Taoist priest who had received him looked inside nervously. Li Guanyi patted the child on the shoulder, which scared him. He was relieved when he saw it was Li Guanyi. Li Guanyi asked what happened.

The young Taoist priest said, "Someone is here to cause trouble."

Li Guanyi: "Who?"

The young Taoist priest said cautiously:

"Western Regions, Living Buddha."

(End of this chapter)