A few fat hares who could hardly move their steps were lying in the grass on the roadside, burying their heads very low. The hare's gray hair was their protective color. From a distance, they thought it was just a stone. With the cover of the grass, it was difficult to be noticed. They were like a group of masters with good cultivation who were hiding with the help of the terrain, waiting for the enemy to arrive to give a fatal blow.

An eagle circling in the sky

When Fang Jie, who was riding a white lion, passed by the road, the hares were so scared that they were trembling and didn't even dare to move. The soaring eagle in the sky shook its wings a few times and flew away in the distance.

Two people following Fang Jie, a handsome young man carrying a sword, and a cute fat Taoist.

The three people did not move fast. Although the war horses of the two people behind had gradually adapted to the unparalleled aura of the white lion, they still did not dare to get too close. The young man with a sword on the horse's back looked cold, while the fat Taoist was bored and leaned over from the roadside to pull a piece of weed and stuffed it into his mouth, chewed for a while and then spit it off.

"I suddenly thought of the way from the northwest to Chang'an."

Xiang Qingniu suddenly smiled, holding the maomaocao in his mouth and said, "It's also like this, the broken official road, and it's like this, you can't see a passerby even if you walk far away."

Xie Fuyao didn't know about this past, so he turned his head slightly and listened.

"I'll tell you."

Xiang Qingniu leaned over to Xie Fuyao: "At that time, the guy riding a white lion in front was still a fool. He said that he had no power to tie a chicken, but at best he was just an ordinary person. At that time, I wanted to cheat him for a few taels of silver, but who would have thought that he would cheat more of it..."

A strange look flashed in Xie Fuyao's eyes, and then nodded thoughtfully. Xiang Qingniu saw something wrong in Xie Fuyao's eyes. He didn't understand at first. After a while, he spat off the maogra in his mouth and said, "Don't think about it randomly, Master Dao, I am a man! Although I don't like to get too close to women, Master Dao still likes his daughter, not a man!"

Xie Fuyao didn't say anything, but the expression on his face that you explained what it was useful to explain these made Xiang Qingniu feel a little annoyed.

Xiang Qingniu seemed to have no choice to such a guy who didn't speak than to speak, so he simply shut up. He glanced at the hare in the grass on the roadside, looked up at the eagle flying further and further away, and then his eyes fell on the white lion.

"What are you going to do in the future?"

Xiang Qingniu found that he was really not a person who could not speak. After walking silently for dozens of meters, he couldn't help but start talking: "The war cannot end forever, and life will always return to peace. Sometimes I think about what kind of life I will live in the future. Go back to Qingle Mountain and continue to pretend to be the Taoist master and be the master of the temple? Or do you want to go as you want and travel all over the world as before."

"The war will end, but the world has never been calm."

Xie Fuyao finally replied with a sentence, which made Xiang Qingniu a little happy: "The wind and waves in the world, if you pay attention to it, the wind and waves can hit you. If you ignore it, the waves will be calm."

"The Martial Arts Academy is destroyed."

Xie Fuyao's tone was a little heavy, and it was so depressing that it made people feel disturbed: "After Yang Jian came out of the door, the Martial Arts Academy was actually dead in name only. Dean Zhou sat in the back mountain every day from sunrise to sunset, and saw that his hair and beard turned white. Professors who were not from Sui people in the courtyard left and returned to their respective hometowns. There were not many people in the entire courtyard all day."

"Actually, it's about the same."

Xiang Qingniu sighed and said, "Isn't it the same for Yiqiu? After the old bull's nose left, the Guanli became worse day by day. When the master said Yiqiu's future was on me, I now understand what he meant... The old bull's nose ran to the Western Region barbarian tribe to be a saint and couldn't bear to come back. The second senior brother went west with a sword for more than ten years and finally got his wish. He went to another world as he wished. The third senior brother returned to the capital and continued his previous relationship. He only envied the mandarin ducks but not the immortals... Just the only one who is the only one who is the only one who is the only one who is the only one who does not depend on me?"

After saying this, he suddenly remembered something and couldn't help but smile: "Hurry up, call me uncle!"

Xie Fuyao was stunned: "Why?"

Xiang Qingniu said seriously: "Old bull's nose Xiao Yijiu and your master Zhang Zhenren are friends with each other. Niu's nose calls Zhang Zhenren to call him senior brother, and Zhang Zhenren doesn't feel embarrassed. I am Xiao Yijiu's junior brother, so it's not an exaggeration to call me uncle in terms of seniority, right?"

Xie Fuyao thought about it seriously, then twitched the corners of his mouth and called Uncle Master.

Xiang Qingniu laughed as if he had picked up a gold ingot, and his chest was trembling with pride.

He urged the horse to catch up with Fang Jie in front, patted Fang Jie on the shoulder and raised his jaw: "Hurry up, call me uncle!"

Fang Jie looked at him and asked, "What's the benefit if I call you uncle?"

Xiang Qingniu gave him a blank look and said, "It's not easy at all. Look at how he doesn't bargain with him. What kind of seniority should be? You can't mess around with it."

Xie Fuyao said coldly behind him: "It's nothing if you ask me to call you uncle. If you dare to call me little thank you again, I will kill you..."

Fang Jie picked his thumbs up: "That's what it should be, thank you little!"

Xie Fuyao: “…”

"It's here"

Xiang Qingniu looked at the majestic city called Dali in front of him, looked up at the defenders on the city walls that were facing great enemies, and couldn't help but smile proudly: "Why do I have the pride of three people picking up a big city?"

Fang Jie said: "Because you are doing this."

...

...

"Please sit in the hanging basket to the city!"

A general of the defending army bent down and shouted, "He was wearing thick iron armor, as if he was stuffing himself into a lump of iron. Perhaps only in this way could he feel a little safe. After all, the person standing below at this time was the second person who was called a butcher after Luo Yao. The people in Nanyan were afraid of Luo Yao as much as Fang Jie. In fact, Fang Jie had only been in the southwest for less than a year, and the number of people killed was much higher than Luo Yao who had been in Yongzhou for twenty years.

Outside Yongzhou City, tens of thousands of Nanyan soldiers, 600,000 He people were chopped off their heads. Coupled with the revenge of the Black Flag Army, the He people suffered a loss of one million.

"Open the city gate"

Fang Jie replied with three words lightly.

"Dude, don't let Bei Zhi make things difficult for you. You also know what your identity is. Bei Zhi does not have the right to open the city gate and let you come in. The superiors have given instructions early on, please sit on the hanging basket to the city."

He spoke carefully, and for some reason, he was still afraid even though he had so many subordinates around him and there were only three people under the city.

Fang Jie was too lazy to pay attention to it anymore, so he got off the white lion and walked to the side and sat down to ask Xiang Qingniu: "Will you fight for a while?"

Xiang Qingniu burst out laughing: "Come on, who is afraid of whom?"

Xie Fuyao looked serious: "I'm too little at play..."

Not long after this guy arrived at the Black Flag Army, he had already learned this little game. Xiang Qingniu got off the horse's back and took out a deer leather bag on his waist. He skillfully shuffled the cards: "Come on, we are all people with identities, one Dao Zun, one Duke, and one professor from the Martial Arts Academy. I'm sorry for this identity."

“How big is it to play?”

Xie Fuyao asked.

"Press the ground"

Fang Jie suddenly said something, and then he pointed to the city gate: "I will give it to Fatty in the South City, I will give it to you in the North City, and I will give it to you in the West City. Regarding street games, whoever wins as much as Dali City will give it to you."

Xiang Qingniu nodded: "This one is a bit big... But if you are so generous, does he know Murong Moe?"

The three of them chatted below as if no one else. Although the defenders on the city wall didn't know what they were playing, they felt a little scary when they heard Fang Jie's words. It seemed that the three of them had divided the Dali City.

The guard on the city wall did not dare to make decisions, so he looked back at the old man in a big red robe standing in the distance. When he looked at the old man, his eyes were full of fear.

"Master, what should I do?"

The guard came over to ask, his voice trembling.

"Send someone to the palace to ask His Majesty for advice."

The old man, known as the Master, stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the three people under the city wall with a little cold look in his eyes: "But, these three people are under the city, do you think there is a difference between walking on the city gate and sitting on a hanging basket? If the three of them go to the city, they will not be able to survive."

The guard general shivered, but he still did not dare to make a decision without authorization. He turned around and wanted to leave, wanting to ask Murong Meng for instructions in the palace. Before he could take a step, he saw Prime Minister Zhu Chijian slowly coming to the city with a team of guards. When he saw Zhu Chijian, the guard general hurried over to inquire as if he had seen his backbone.

After hearing him, Zhu Chijian nodded, looked at the old man and said, "National Master, Your Majesty means that you can't lose your face. If only three people came to the other party, we were so scared that we didn't dare to open the door... Both the national system and His Majesty's face were not good-looking. The national master was here to take charge, and his face seemed to be..."

This old man in a big red robe is the national teacher of Dali Kingdom, Hei Shang, who is called the Hei Shang. He does not know his origin or how strong his cultivation is. However, everyone in Dali City knows that this person has a very high status in Dali City, and Murong Moe also highly respects this person.

"Open the door"

The national master Hei Shang's face turned cold, he glared at Zhu Chijian and then strode down the city.

"I'll welcome the guests in person!"

Looking at the back of the Hei Shang National Master, Zhu Chijian couldn't help but pick the corners of his mouth. He had known every important person in the court for so many years in Dali City, otherwise he would not have been the prime minister for decades. This Hei Shang National Master is the most proud and a warrior, and he would not tolerate others saying that he is timid.

Zhu Chijian leaned over and looked under the city wall, looked at Fang Jie and breathed a sigh of relief. To be honest, he didn't know whether his decision was right or wrong. Today's choice was the most important choice for his life for so many years. What he knew was that if he made the right choice, then the future of the Zhu family would not be too dark. If he made the wrong choice, then any family in the Zhu family or Nanyan would face a bloody disaster.

In fact, most people always face various choices in their lives. They choose to take sides. If they choose the right one, they may not be successful. If they choose the wrong one, they may not die without a place to die. Because for ordinary people, no matter how many choices they choose in their lives, they rarely touch on life and death. They are too lazy to think about these issues, but Zhu Chijian has to think about it and has to be sad...

"What can the Zhu family do if they are strong? No matter how strong they are, they are just barely qualified to choose. They are always the one who chooses to take the team, not... the one who is qualified to become the team leader."

He smiled bitterly in his heart and murmured that he hoped that this decision would not make him a sinner of the Zhu family forever.

The Hei Shang National Master stood inside the city gate, watching the soldiers rush to move the huge wood that had blocked the city gate away, and watching them slowly pull the heavy city gate open with difficulty. When the door opened a gap, the Hei Shang National Master suddenly became in a daze. He seemed to see the surging waves of blood flowing in from outside the gate.
Chapter completed!