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Chapter 489: Companions with You (asking for monthly tickets)

There were hurried footsteps. Outside the Prince of Qin's Mansion, a white-haired old man banged on the door. After a while, someone came to open the door and welcomed him in. It was the end of spring in the sixteenth year of the Tianqi reign, and the weather was gradually getting hot.

Qu Hanxiu was still dressed in complete attire, which looked solid, solemn and meticulous.

He asked solemnly: "Where is His Royal Highness the Prince of Qin?"

The man replied, "His Highness has gone out to ride his horse and release his falcon."

Qu Hanxiu's cheek twitched. His Royal Highness the Prince of Qin had been absent from here every now and then since the beginning of the year. There was only a little over a month left until his birthday, which was also the coming-of-age ceremony, and yet he was still traveling around and flying hawks.

Go! Go!
Qu Hanxiu went back angrily and cited many examples, including the wise kings and sages of ancient times. He said that if one did not restrain one's desires and allowed one's desires to control one's brain, one would do all kinds of wrong things, and even a sage or gentleman would become a shameless villain.

In the past, founding emperors indulged in lust and brought disaster upon themselves; the wise and heroic people of the world ruined their reputations and integrity because of this. We must not ignore this.

The stubborn old man wrote a thick stack of papers and handed it over.

Then he came back angrily.

Just like the strategies in military tactics, Li Guanyi started preparations several months in advance. These people in the Ministry of Rites, famous scholars and well-read, knew nothing about military affairs and were completely accustomed to Li Guanyi's frequent absences.

Yan Daiqing sorted out the thick stack of warnings and sighed.

Using a pot of good wine as bait, he hooked Feng Xiao, one of the nine sons of the academy.

"Anyway, you will reply on behalf of the lord."

Feng Xiao nodded repeatedly. He took the wine jug, drank the fine wine, and exclaimed: "Huh? It's actually newly brewed wine. Hahaha, wonderful, wonderful. Good wine, good wine!"

Yan Daiqing said in a gentle voice, "Everyone likes aged wine, but you are easy to please. Is a pot of new wine enough?"

Feng Xiao laughed loudly: "That's a vulgar person."

"When ordinary people drink, they just drink. When I drink, I drink the flavor of this peaceful world. In the king's territory, there is wine brewed with new rice, which means that the people have surplus grain this year and can use it to make wine."

“Such a peaceful atmosphere and the beauty of the world are intoxicating!”

"Good wine, good wine!"

"I wish to stay drunk in this world forever, and never wake up again."

Feng Xiao is now a tall and handsome young man, no longer the drunken boy that day. At this moment, he is drinking from the wine pot with one hand and writing on the white paper with the left hand. His handwriting is exactly the same as that of King Qin.

The only thing missing is the fiery aura of a grandmaster.

He drank a pot of wine and wrote a reply letter.

Yan Daiqing went to read it and found that the words were fluent and did not need to be modified at all.

Feng Xiao waved his hand and walked away lazily. The chief priest in Tiance Palace was also a man of great talent. Naturally, they had made all kinds of preparations, which were enough to prevent outsiders from noticing the King of Qin's departure within two months.

As for what happens two months later, that is no longer their responsibility.

At that time, if things succeeded, they succeeded. If they failed, there was no need to cover it up anymore. Many things were already in place. The King of Qin had already joined the game. He still had the heroic spirit of a chivalrous hero, but his demeanor was much higher than that of ordinary heroes.

While Yan Daiqing, Fang Ziqiao and others were handling internal affairs.

This gentle young man looked at the geomancy map and the location of Xiyi City which was specially outlined with cinnabar. It was the place with the most intense contradictions and conflicts in the whole world, and it was also the place that attracted everyone's attention.

The node of a storm is now in a state of extremely dangerous stability.

Knowing that once it breaks out, it will turn into a storm that sweeps the entire world.

But I don’t know when it will break out.

Of course, it is also possible that it will not break out at all. With the cooperation and choices of advisers from all sides, there is a great possibility, even a 98% chance, that the conflict in Xiyi City will slowly subside with the passage of time, the exchange and cutting of interests.

In the end, it becomes a judgment in history about a peaceful world.

Throughout history, many hidden contradictions in the so-called peaceful days were resolved in this way.

But this time it's different.

The King of Qin needs Xiyi City to be the starting point for all changes. As the first sword to reverse the current situation, the Xiyi City Incident is the fallen sword of the emperor. As for there, the exchanges of interests and negotiations between the various parties have calmed down time and time again as in history.

Of course it is possible, of course it is possible.

However, this assumes that there are no other variables involved.

Yan Daiqing looked calm. He lowered his eyes and saw that the young scholar with a simple face and gentle expression was not beside him.

In Tiance Palace, the high-spirited, arrogant and self-centered purple-eyed strategist is no longer there.

In the Tiance Palace, there is only one clerk, Wen Qingyu.

Under the command of the King of Qin, he is a strategist and a warrior who can defeat his enemies.

These two top strategists who were extremely active during the seven years when Tiance Mansion and Qilin Army conquered the world, left Tiance Mansion silently after the disappearance of King Qin.

Then, it can be almost confirmed that Xiyi City has changed.

Yan Daiqing exhaled and said, "Gentlemen, the two strategists who are qualified to focus on the general situation are now with you. I hope you can have a good time."

Thinking that someone else was going to suffer from Wen Qingyu.

Yan Daiqing, who was as gentle as jade, couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth.

He stood in the corridor, his hands tucked into his wide sleeves, his eyes gently looking at the spring scenery of Jiangnan, his mouth slightly raised, and he whispered, "Have fun."

Then he walked briskly and slowly back to his office.

Wen He is not at home today.

Cool!
........................

Murong Qiushui sighed and said, "He left again. He came back less than half a year ago and he left again. It's really..."

Murong Longtu is practicing sword.

Although the old man was still alive in the first three years, he just lived an ordinary life and could not resort to violence easily. On weekdays, he just fished, played chess, and played the piano. He said that he was cultivating his body and mind and living a life that he had never lived before.

But after he successfully repaired the life-extending Gu a year ago, he never touched the zither since he came back. He just held the sword calmly. Even a great sword master like him only practiced swordsmanship.

Express freely.

Days like this are the most suitable for him.

Every day I hold swords and discuss martial arts, and in my spare time I drink tea and discuss Taoism. I have never opened my eyes to see the king or the princes. In the days when I am free and easy in the world, my relatives are by my side, and I have swords in my hands. I have friends when I discuss war, and enemies when I duel with swords. It is very enjoyable. This year is much more enjoyable than the past three years.

Hearing Murong Qiushui's gentle complaints, he just smiled and said, "Guan Yi has his own path to follow. Besides, as he said, only when the world is at peace can we truly have long-term peaceful days together."

“Be prepared for danger in times of peace.”

"If you live in seclusion in one place, you may have a stable life for more than ten or twenty years, but after a long time, you will eventually fall into the hands of others."

Murong Qiu Shui supported his chin and raised his hand to pick up the chess piece.

I knock the chess pieces casually, but what falls are spring flowers.

Sword maniac Murong Longtu stroked the long sword, pinched the tip of the sword, tapped his fingers, and listened to the sword's low hum: "That kid, let me stay in Jiangnan."

Sword Maniac and General Xue are stationed in the south of the Yangtze River.

One has supreme will to fight, and the other has the means to deploy troops and see through strategies, and cooperate with the city defense. Even if Jiang Su comes back, he can provide a little support. It is a strategy of steady progress.

Murong Longtu raised the sword and looked at his own eyes on the sword.

Now, every day, he swings the sword beyond the limit of his lifespan, and every day, he moves forward calmly after his lifespan ends. Therefore, he feels an indescribable sense of satisfaction. His lifespan has come to an end, and he has no worries for the remaining days.

Just swing the sword.

When the sword maniac was about to die, the legendary martial artist Dao Zong, who had lived in seclusion, came to Jiangnan to pay tribute to him. However, he was shocked to see the sword maniac Murong Longtu, who was alive and well and could swing his sword at will and fight with the ancient red dragon.

General Xue had sharp eyes and noticed that Dao Zong’s eyebrows raised at that moment.

Dao Zong knew why the sword maniac broke his obsession, and was silent and surprised for a long time - because according to the divination of the [Emperor's Book of Scriptures], the old man's sword had been broken and he had died at this moment, but looking at the sword maniac like this, it was clear that he was in a state of prime that had exceeded the limit of his lifespan.

So Dao Zong asked Murong Longtu and discussed Taoism with him.

However, Murong Longtu seemed to no longer be the sword maniac who was obsessed with swords, the sword master who held the sword out of hatred, practiced killing and achieved enlightenment, realized the ruthless sword art and became a martial arts legend, and later forgot about love and gained love, challenged the world, and forgot about the world of martial arts.

Murong Longtu told Dao Zong, said.

He is no longer obsessed with swordsmanship.

There is a sword in your hand, so it must be real.

"It is a great pleasure to have a great battle that shakes the world, but it is also a great pleasure to spend the rest of my life in Jiangnan with my family."

"They are both like this, so what's the difference?"

The white-haired Taoist stared at Murong Longtu in front of him. Even he could not see the fate of Murong Longtu. The sword maniac's life span had come to an end, and now every day that passed was considered to be a break of his destiny.

The sword maniac might be able to live for another three to five years with the help of the life-extending Gu of the witchcraft lineage.

It is possible to cultivate to the limit of the life-extending Gu, seven years.

Or maybe it will die tomorrow.

But he couldn't see through it.

Dao Zong's tone was full of ripples: "You held the sword because of hatred, became a master because of killing, forgot about love and emotion and then became a martial arts legend. Now, you have taken a step further. Have you achieved the Tao?"

"Sword God."

Murong Longtu looked at Dao Zong.

Dao Zong saw a trace of compassion in Murong Longtu's eyes.

"No."

"what?"

"If you cling to the Tao, isn't that also restricting yourself with the Tao?"

Dao Zong's expression changed. Murong Longtu raised a sword and said, "When you met Wang Tong and Zu Wenyuan, you saw their fate and gave them opportunities. You didn't join the game. But if you joined, would it be different?"

“You feel like you’ve seen the Word.”

"But when you follow the fate of others, you yourself have been imprisoned."

"You think that it was your discussion with Qingpao Zhang Ziyong that day that caused him to go astray. However, Dao Zong, you respect and follow the Tao. Although Zhang Ziyong's actions are extreme and he deserves to be killed, every step he takes in his life is not based on Taoism." "In this regard, you are not as good as him."

Dao Zong had a complicated expression and was silent for a long time. In the end, he just smiled and said, "There are thousands of great ways. How can we generalize them with just one? You jump out and I walk in. You hold the sword and I practice the way. Who can decide who is superior or inferior?"

He raised his hand, casually wrote a big word on the white paper next to him.

The one pouring tea for the two seniors was none other than the Stick Monk Thirteen.

The monk took a glance and saw that the words were clearly written by fingers in the air, but the handwriting was clear and it was obvious that it was the word "仙" written by an immortal.

Dao Zong sighed:

"What I saw today is the realm of sword maniacs. If you let go of the sword and abandon the madness, you will be called an immortal."

"Clothes."

As he stood up and left, the great monk next to him, Stick Monk Thirteen, pondered and said, "Senior Sword Maniac, did this senior leave because I poured too much tea and accidentally spilled it on his hand?"

"After all, Senior Dao Zong doesn't practice body cultivation either."

Murong Longtu asked: "Are you afraid of this, if you don't put it down, the boiling water will be poured on your palm?"

The monk puffed out his chest and raised his head, and said proudly: "Of course I'm not afraid!"

"Junior, practice the Vajra physique to the thirteenth level!"

"Invulnerable to fire and water!"

Murong Longtu laughed out loud.

"You are not afraid of this obsession, so why would he be afraid?"

Looking at the piece of white paper again, on which was written the word "Xian" written by Dao Zong based on his insights, Murong Longtu simply raised his hand and pressed it lightly. In an instant, the piece of white paper with golden words broke into 38,000 pieces, which fell down like heavy snow with a sweep of his sleeves.

Put down the sword and give up the madness.

Between heaven and earth, there is only me.

It’s Murong Longtu.

Monk Thirteen stood nearby, watching the Sword Maniac put down his sword, the Taoist Master break his Dao heart, and the lifelong insights of the martial arts legend falling from the palm of another man. It was a masterpiece of fine arts, truly worth seeing.

The 'white snow' fell heavily, and the old man in green robe stood with his hands behind his back.

Free and easy, independent.

It’s just a pity that I don’t know how my son Li Guanyi is doing now.

The mist was flowing and the petals were falling like white snow.

Flowing through Li Guanyi's fingers,

Inside the Red Dragon Secret Realm, Li Guan shook his palm to disperse the falling flowers like snow, and walked in. He saw the neat military appearance and flags standing in the air. Yue Qianfeng laughed loudly, stepped forward, gave him a bear hug, and said:
"Hahaha, he's finally here. I've been waiting for several months! If he hadn't come, we would have been so annoyed that we would have wanted to go and find trouble with Emperor Chen ourselves!"

Li Guan smiled and said, "There will definitely be plenty of opportunities for you to show your talents later."

Yue Qianfeng laughed out loud: "That's the best!"

Duan Qingyu, the King of the Southwest, nodded and said, "Your Majesty."

Duan Qingyu looked at Li Guanyi with a feeling of emotion and trance.

Although he is the son of an old friend, he is more high-spirited and energetic than the old friend, which makes him seem a little afraid to recognize him.

Even though Duan Qingyu and others were here, they knew about the battle between the King of Qin and the Turkic Khan on the grassland from the intelligence transmitted every once in a while.

I learned that Muzahe, the seventh-ranked general in the world, had died, Sword Maniac had emerged, and the King of Qin had become the second-ranked general in the world.

Looking back now, I can only sigh in my heart.

The ancient red dragon does what it wants, but does not participate in the struggle in the Central Plains. If anything, he should go to protect the Red Emperor's faction. In this secret realm of the red dragon, the Qin King's army is in high spirits and has been training hard in hiding for months, just to make a splash.

After a simple reception, Yue Qianfeng couldn't wait and said:

"Guan Yi, when are we going to deal with Chen Dingye?"

Li Guanyi said: "In the next month or so, when the time comes, we can send out troops!" He looked up at the army in front of him and raised his arm. With an eagle cry that tore through the sky, the divine beast, the flying eagle, flapped its wings and broke through the sky.

According to Jiuding, the message was passed back to Li Guanyi.

He can be said to be a first-class scout.

The King of Qin temporarily restrained his edge and hid in this secret realm, ready to fight at any time, waiting for the big changes in the world. But at the same time, in the south of the Yangtze River, Shi Dalin, the leader of the Seven Old Ghosts of Qilin, pulled his beard and looked at the man in front of him with a complicated expression.

That's Fan Qing.

But there is a formation around, which emits a bloody smell.

There was a faint roar of a dragon in the air, shaking left and right, emitting an aura that was both dangerous, powerful and terrifying.

The seven old ghosts of the Qilin Army surrounded them, each with hesitation and struggling looks on their faces. It was obvious that even the seven of them still had great concerns about what was about to happen.

The dragon scales of the red dragon are transforming into the mechanical body of General Xue. The blood of the red dragon is being used by Lei Laomeng to stimulate the blood of the exotic beast foal, trying to make its latent blood reappear.

The plants and trees on which the red dragon's blood spilled belonged to Shidalin.

Shi Dalin's hair has turned completely white. The dragon's blood spilled on the grass and trees, and the mutant dragon's blood grass that was stimulated naturally has violent medicinal properties. Even Shi Dalin and his gang of seven wild old ghosts of the Qilin Army dare not use this thing.

However, even though he had good medicinal materials in his hands, he did not use them or create pills.

This is simply an insult to Master Hou Zhongyu!
The seven old ghosts of the Qilin Army still managed to refine the elixir, but they didn't dare let anyone take it. Under such circumstances, Fan Qing learned about this and volunteered to be the person to take the elixir.

"General Fan Qing, you should think carefully about this..."

"This matter is somewhat dangerous after all."

Shi Dalin looked tense.

Fan Qing said calmly: "You all know me."

The thirty-nine-year-old general said, "Fan Qing was originally a commoner. When he was thirty-two years old, he became a fugitive. Later, he met the lord, took the elixir, practiced hard, and finally managed to enter the realm of the third heaven."

"The reason why I was able to reach the third heaven was that I took the elixirs you all gave me, used the medicinal power to stimulate my body and strengthen my physique. I came here step by step. After going through hundreds of battles, my teacher, Grandmaster Ximen Hengrong, taught me all the secret techniques. On the battlefield, I could breathe in and out the evil spirit."

"Seven years is only the fifth level."

Fan Qing showed a calm smile on his face: "The war that will decide the peace of the world is coming. I can't and don't want to be a second-line rear general."

"Please let me try this dangerous thing myself."

The expression on Shi Dalin's face was extremely complicated, but Fan Qing was a man of strong and decisive character. Besides being strong and decisive, he also possessed a tenacity that could be said to be extremely stubborn. Once he made up his mind, it would be difficult for him to change it.

The old sorcerer nodded and said, "The blood that flowed from the battle between the Ancient Red Dragon and the Second Divine General represents the sharpness of gold and fire. Since General Fan Qing is determined and willing to try, then we are willing to give it a try as well."

Fan Qing, with his upper body naked, stepped into the formation created by the alchemist using dragon blood.

There were many marks of swords and knives on his body, which were the proof of his struggle to survive the most brutal battlefield in the world in the past seven years. Even Shi Dalin and others could not bear to look at it.

Fan Qing swallowed the dragon blood pill and sat cross-legged here.

The old sorcerer activated the formation, and the sound of dragon roars became more and more passionate. Dragon blood could not give people power. The tyrannical power of the ancient red dragon would only kill people completely under the violent impact. However, under powerful stimulation, it could also stimulate people's potential.

This is not a gift but an opportunity.

Under the charm of the blood of the ancient red dragon, ordinary people would be shocked and terrified. Only the strong could draw their swords to face this surging and powerful aura, roaring and activating the magic formation. Under the surging stimulation, amid the dragon's roar, swords and knives whistled fiercely.

What Fan Qing experienced was an extremely tragic shock at the level of his soul.

His opponent is the ancient red dragon, even if it is just the fighting spirit that remains in the dragon's blood.

This is a naked confrontation.

Either he would retreat under the powerful fighting spirit of the ancient red dragon, or he would stimulate his potential under this terrifying pressure and, under such powerful oppression, push his soul to take a step forward and exceed his limits.

Every step is a struggle and a painful transformation.

When Fan Qing saw this chaotic world, he knew his limits.

In the darkest moment, he saw that figure, grabbed the hand extended by the light, and then fought under this banner. He struggled all the way, crawling forward, and he didn't know when it started, but the people around him had changed.

His opponents, his teammates, his enemies, his comrades.

They are all heroes of this era, all have their own past and heroic deeds, all have their own great wishes, some are born into aristocratic families, some are extremely talented, or have incredible blessings and fortune.

Only he is insignificant, like a blade of grass, not worth mentioning.

Even he himself knew that with the changes of the times and the increasingly fierce battlefields, he, who was only at the peak of the fifth level, would not even be qualified to set foot on the final battlefield.

Perhaps, as one of the earliest members of Tiance Mansion.

As the trusted and beloved general of the King of Qin in everyone's eyes, he only needs to hide in the back and become a general assisting in the rear. When the world is at peace in the future, His Royal Highness the King of Qin will definitely not treat him unfairly.

but……

I don't want this at all.

Fan Qing whispered softly.

I tell you, keep going forward, I tell you, strive for progress.

I tell you, we live and die together, and we will usher in a new era.

How can I hide behind?
How could I send the soldiers I brought with me to the front line and then hide behind? How could I help you less and less? How could I be left behind by everyone...

Even if you are as small as a weed, you must have your own burning flame.

The body is like grass, and life is like a spark.

Qi said that he has no clothes, and the same robe with his son.

Wang Yuxing's army.

Repair my spear.

Amid the dragon's roar, the souls of the unwilling ones roar.

(End of this chapter)