Fu Canglu

Chapter 653 Why Kill Fate

The snow field outside Liangjia City.

Yi Xiaoan didn't speak, she waited quietly for the gate of that city to open, just like what Yuan Tiangang said, Cao Zhixuan ran away, and the negotiation broke down. , was connected by snowflakes into pale paper figurines.

But the young Confucian scholar did not like such silence.

So he asked softly.

"What does it feel like to be forgotten by everyone?"

The snow in the wilderness stagnated for a moment.

If one day, everyone forgets you, how would you feel?
Walking in the vast world, you will encounter strange eyes.

Since then, I have no acquaintances, and I am free from fate.

"It seems that there is nothing wrong with it."

Yi Xiaoan spit out a few words softly: "There is nothing worth caring about in the world."

"Ah, that's right." The boy squinted his eyes and squeezed out a smile, and said with a smile: "Life is so short, what is there to miss?"

He looked at the woman with an indifferent face, squatted down, and grabbed a handful from the snow, and a straw hat that was condensed by the wind and snow was grabbed. Ka Ceng, smiled and said: "Speaking so freely. Like a bodhisattva who does not enter the world."

"But I know that you have been thinking about someone. He has been separated from the war between the two countries. After calculating the time, he should be in Lanling City by now."

Yuan Tiangang's fingers stopped suddenly and he turned the coir hat. He stretched his brows and said with a smile, "Qingshi, Yanzhi, Huang Hou...and that Buddha card."

"Rouge is a knife, and Huang Hou is another knife. I use all living beings as a knife to kill all living beings, and all living beings will kill me."

The young man standing on the snow suddenly felt like a knife was twisting his heart, he frowned, and his body under the white robe trembled slightly.

It was not the first time Yi Xiaoan saw him react like this.

Yuan Tiangang sighed, put the hat on his head, stretched out his hands, and looked at the black spots in the snow-white palms, which grew wantonly and began to spread.

He said with a smile: "...I don't have much time left, I hope Xiao Wang will live longer, until I finish all the things I should do."

Yi Xiaoan narrowed his phoenix eyes and said, "Are you going to die?"

Yuan Tiangang smiled and said: "You say that, it seems that there is no problem. Yes, I am going to die."

"You have been by my side, always curious about what I am going to do, but you have never spoken."

"Before 'I' died, I wanted to be a witness to history. I wanted to see Yi Xiao step into the Northern Wei Palace, take off Cao Zhixuan's head, and plant Qiliang's banner on the head of Luoyang City. The sun is born, the banner is stained with blood, and the world ushers in a new era."

"You said you didn't want to be forgotten."

"Yi Xiaoan, your memory is really good." Yuan Tiangang folded his arms and said softly, "That's why I came here."

"Half an hour has passed, and there is no movement in the city."

He said softly: "History has been changed."

The hot tea smoke curled up.

In the City Lord's Mansion of Liangjia City, there was a coffee table with one side empty.

When Jiang Qingyi came to the City Lord's Mansion, Cao Zhixuan had been waiting for a long time.

A mild scene did not appear.

There are only five people in the City Lord's Mansion.

Sitting next to Cao Zhixuan, the purple-robed great master held a teacup in both hands, and the mist blurred his peaceful face.

Duan Wuyin looked vigilant and fidgeted.

The one who pushed the door and entered was a thin figure. He was wearing a white robe with snow particles on the edge of the robe. He was full of cold air and had a smile on his face, but the meaning of the smile was not gentleness.

Yuan closed the latch with four fingers, and leaned his back quietly against the back of the gate of the city lord's mansion.

This detail made Duan Wuyin's heart thump.

"Sorry, I'm late." The young man who pushed the door didn't take off his white robe, but flicked it lightly, and the snow splashed in the fire beside the city lord's mansion. He looked the same as before. With a humble and gentle appearance, after sitting down, he picked up the teacup, took a sip, and said with a smile, "I did it on purpose."

Cao Zhixuan's complexion was not ugly, he nodded with a smile, and said, "I know."

He went on to say: "You should also know?"

Jiang Qingyi hummed lightly, in a rhetorical tone.

Cao Zhixuan smiled with an irresistible affinity, he said sincerely: "I am here to kill you."

There was a moment of silence all around.

The face of the purple-robed Great Master hidden in the tea mist.

Pressing his knee at any time, Duan Wuyin, who was ready to strike, was stunned.

Yuan Zhongcheng, who leaned his back against the gate bolt of the City Lord's Mansion, narrowed his eyes.

Jiang Qingyi put down the teacup, stared at Cao Zhixuan, and said, "I thought you wouldn't say so early."

"I'm not stupid, and you're not stupid either, so why hide this matter?" The man from the Cao family sitting on the other side of the tea table didn't mean to be restrained, and his tone was a little relaxed: "Of course I don't." I will admit my mistake."

Jiang Qingyi said: "There is no point in admitting mistakes."

Cao Zhixuan turned his head with a smile, and glanced at Xuan Shangyu beside him, "Let me guess, you said you saw the ending, so did you see this scene?"

"A long time ago, I knew that Li Qing got something."

"Since then, he seems to be a different person. Some of Xiguan's predictive strategies now seem to be incredible miracles. In the most difficult times of the Northern Wei Dynasty, he could always stand up and turn the tide. There are some things that one person cannot do, but he did it." Cao Zhixuan said with emotion: "At that time, I couldn't sleep peacefully in Luoyang at night, thinking of my brother Li Qing, besides lamenting the incredible, also I can only sigh incredible that he is an amazing person.”

Then Cao Zhixuan suddenly spoke word by word.

"But, he, this, no, yes, this, what, one, one, person."

"Sitting in the seat in Luoyang, I could only keep compressing the time. The Northern Wei Dynasty in the first year of the Spring and Autumn Period couldn't bear the pressure Xiguan was facing at that time, but he took it on. He guessed the time of every beast horde. Who will betray you if you win, guess the route of the monster clan."

"I can't figure it out, I can't figure it out."

"Think hard day and night, and don't know day and night."

"Until one day, I suddenly thought of it."

"If there are really some things in this world that can predict the future, then it can be explained. Someone peeked at what shouldn't be seen, and then did what shouldn't be done."

Cao Zhixuan spoke calmly.

"Fucang record."

Jiang Qingyi, who was sitting opposite the table, put down the teacup.

He clapped his palms lightly and gave the first applause.

Then slowly, the second sound, the third sound.

All was silent.

Xuan Shangyu pursed his lips, and he looked at the man beside him.

Cao Zhixuan looked at Zipao with a smile, and asked, "You should have seen it too?"

(End of this chapter)