Qiu Jing said that it was enough for one person to clean up the bones.

Qiu Jing has martial arts skills, it is not difficult to return to Fengxing Pavilion. However, Cheng Jingchuan does not have the ability to not disturb anyone from climbing the city wall in the middle of the night

The three of them walked back on the moonlight, and the tall city wall cast a thick shadow.

Looking back, I couldn't see the beacon fire thousands of miles away, nor did I see the smoke in the valley outside the city.

People live for fame and profit, and work hard, but in the end they are very few.

Mo Li couldn't understand Qiu Si's madness at first, but now he suddenly understood it a little again.

——It’s just that you value “self” too much, believing that you are above everything in the world, and that you can dominate the joy, anger, life and death of others.

There are countless people in the world who are willing to sell their conscience and strive to climb up to the point where they are much heavier than others. Their lives are much more valuable than others, but they are more secular and easy to understand. It is also very common. Qiu Si's other approach is very confusing, but in essence they are the same.

Mo Li pinched Meng Qi's hand, and with the cover of the sleeve of the robe, he could not see any clues.

Meng Qi looked up and suddenly smiled.

The dragon vein will gradually disappear. There is no unchanging thing in the world, but compared to the people in the world, they will experience more things. The hardships and hardships they have seen have been carried out. Even so, will the dragon vein not like the creatures in this world?

They are not existences higher than ordinary people, they are also creatures in this world.

Mo Li thought about it, and then turned her gaze on Cheng Jingchuan.

Will this person become that way in the future? He killed a lot for that ambition...

Cheng Jingchuan turned his head involuntarily. He was extremely sharp in his eyes. He noticed that Mo Li looked at him with a strange look and immediately spoke out: "For today's matter, thank you Master Meng and Doctor Mo. If there were no help from the two, I really didn't know what to do."

"General Cheng is so serious." Meng Qi raised his eyebrows and killed Qiu Si, which was probably a great help to Cheng Jingchuan.

What a smart person Cheng Jingchuan is, and he can't understand the implication of this?

He immediately smiled bitterly and said, "I'm not hiding the national teacher. In fact, these days... or over the years, I have been thinking about what Mr. Qiu wants. He doesn't care about fame and fortune, and does not value power too much. It's even more a joke to think about the people and the people, so he can only think that he is dedicated to restoring Chu and wants to do something big."

After all, I can't be idle at home and I suddenly want to do this laborious beheading and counter-engagement.

Everyone has weaknesses, and if you hold it, you can do many things. This is what Cheng Jingchuan learned from Qiu Si.

Cheng Jingchuan once thought Qiu Si's weakness was Qiu Jing, so he breathed a sigh of relief. A person who didn't want anything without any weakness was undoubtedly terrible.

Now Cheng Jingchuan knew that he was wrong, so he had to think deeply and recall Qiu Si's words and deeds over and over again.

——"The world is not chaotic enough."

——"The Three Kings were in peace in a corner, and the Qi Dynasty was worried about internal and external troubles. Such a deadlock would last for many years."

——"The prosperous era that the people and scholars hope for is not seen in your and my lifetime, so we must grasp the jurisdiction of King Ning, use this as a pedal, raise an army in Jiangnan, and at least draw the river with Qi Chao to rule."

These three sentences are the most said to Cheng Jingchuan and those who are determined to restore Chu.

Cheng Jingchuan sighed: "When he said these words, I could feel that he was sincere and even though he didn't believe it, he couldn't find any other reason. After all, those who accomplish great things are not limited to the details. I, Yuheng and other servants, were all cultivated by him. They thought they had the same idea as me. Those few words were the truth. The world's general trend is indeed like this."

Meng Qi frowned, but after thinking about it, he still didn't speak out sarcasm.

Cheng Jingchuan was immersed in his memories, without paying attention, and said directly: "Today, I heard the words of the national teacher, which made me suddenly enlightened and suddenly figured out a lot of things. Mr. Qiu... He just wanted to change to a bigger stage that would make him perform more happily."

A long time ago, Qiu Si suppressed himself and became a depressed scholar to hide his flaws.

Later, Qiu Si finally found an excuse and left home south without hesitation because Qiu Jia was too young to do nothing.

What Qiu Si really wants to do, what makes this madman happy, is to constantly discover other people's paranoia and ambitions, give these people excellent conditions, satisfy their appetites and horror, and finally ruin these people's reputation.

Alcohol and color can become addicted, and power desire can also become addicted.

Qiu Si became bigger and bigger, and Ning Tai and even Jiangnan could not satisfy him. But he had the ability to bear this ambition and madness, and had the ability to play countless people in the midst of applause.

"... He really dares to think and do, and has a gorgeous rhetoric, and he regained his thoughts to hide his true face. Poor Yuheng and others didn't know this until their death." Cheng Jingchuan's tone was solemn, but he was relieved, because he had realized that he was not an heir to Qiu Si at all, and Qiu Si did not intend to hand over everything he had worked hard for decades to anyone. In Qiu Si's eyes, he was just a relatively important protagonist, going to a larger stage to stage a hero's ambition.

As for whether the ending is to die on the battlefield or not to be able to afford to get sick without fulfilling the ambition, it depends on Qiu Si's preference.

After all, Cheng Jingchuan is still young, but Qiu Si is not young anymore. How can the people in the playbook live longer than those who write the book? There must be a natural disaster, and it is unpredictable to happen. Write history as a storybook, and use heroes and generals as chess pieces at will. One thought determines the victory or defeat, and one sentence determines life and death.

To outsiders, everything is like the path these people choose, and are pushed by the general trend and fight each other.

Not to mention being in the situation, even if you watch carefully, it is difficult to tell whether these things are Qiu Si’s plan, because he might have just said one thing or pushed that person, which was a dead end they entered step by step.

Cheng Jingchuan was sweating all over, and he found that his luck was really good.

At the same time, he was shaken about stabilizing the situation in Ningtai and fighting against the King of Heaven.

"You can't deal with the living Qiu Si, and you can't do the dead ones?" Meng Qi looked cold and without any sarcasm in his tone, Cheng Jingchuan still felt embarrassed.

"Below...do your best."

Cheng Jingchuan didn't say much, this was not the time to boast about his ambitions.

After King Ning's death, the incident that happened in just a few days was about to bring the entire Jiangnan to an end. Who can say that he has the ability to control the overall situation?

Mo Li sent the man into the city.

The moonlight is desolate, making the lights that are inextinguishable in the middle of the night even more dazzling.

I don’t know how many people were running around this night, or discussing secretly under the light, sobering or greedy planning for the future.

"The King of Heavenly Sutra is about to enter Jingzhou... There are not a few days left for you and I to stay in Ningtai." Mo Li suddenly spoke.

Meng Qi was still immersed in the chaos in Jiangnan, and raised his head when he heard this, "I'm afraid we can't leave."

He dared not underestimate Qiu Si.

Qiu Si was cheated by Pili Hall and died on a day when he didn't think it was good, but this does not mean that Qiu Si's previous arrangements were all swept. A madman who had long wanted to die and had been calculating for death for a long time, no one knew how many backs he had.

"This is the first day when Qiu Si's 'disappearance'. Those who are rioting have not yet emerged." Even Meng Qi was worried, and he sighed, "According to common sense, Qiu Si can use chess pieces, only his subordinates, official figures who are involved in daily interests, greedy people, etc., but who can really make big moves after Qiu Si's death?"

Mo Li couldn't help but think of King Tianshu. Although King Tianshu found Pilitang as his helper and rushed eastward at an unexpected speed of Qiu Si, he was indeed a powerful force that could control the chessboard.

"...It's the enemy, his ally, or an ambitious person who knows that Qiu Sili has always been dormant."

The next thing Mo Li thought of was King Wu. He and Meng Qi made a lip silence at the same time, and the sound of breath was about to be vomited, and then the two looked at each other and smiled.

wry smile.

Meng Qi rubbed his eyebrows and said, "You and I have long speculated that there are still some talented people on the side of the King of Wu, but they are not as good as Qiu Si. Now it seems that the King of Wu had 600 taels of gold to Piaoping Pavilion to buy the head of the King of Heaven. I am afraid there is another hidden story."

Yangzhou, the territory of King Wu, was separated from King Tianshu, and was not bounded at all.

Six hundred taels of gold are not a small amount. Although the King of Wu is the richest vassal king in the world, he still has to think about taking out such a sum of money and throwing it into the water.

"Qiu Si secretly colluded with King Tianshu, and King Tianshu's power surged. King Wu may have received news. Because he has recruited many people from the world, it is not surprising to think of using the world's means." Mo Li thought for a while, and then said, "Because he was involved in the competition between the people of Xiliang, the Holy Lotus Hall, the Fengxing Pavilion and other forces, the matter became more confusing, and it made people ignore the simplest answer."

It is true that the assassination of the Heavenly Sutra King is true.

Shoot the man and shoot the horse first, and capture the thief first. The King of Wu vaguely felt that the situation in Yizhou was not right, but there was no way. Anyway, if you have money, buy a killer.

"The people who found the King of Wu will understand that the moment is not a time to compete for the territory of Jiangnan. Only by repelling the King of Heaven and Sutra can the chaos be settled in advance."

"But……"

The moli wanted to say something but stopped. Ning Tai City mixed with dragons and snakes. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a muddy water. People who can still hide at this time must have a way to conceal their identity.

Not to mention that the King of Wu also has the preferences of attracting the people of the martial arts world. How can he distinguish their identities and convince them?

I'm afraid that Fengxingge can't do it.

But when Meng Qi smiled mysteriously, he waved and said, "It may not be difficult. Just wait for the rabbit. Ali, let's follow me."

The sound of the wind blew in my ears. When the master of light skills rushed to the road, he could go from the north to the south of the city in a moment.

"Is this, the city patrol yamen?"

Mo Li looked at the plaque in front of her in confusion.
Chapter completed!