In the night, the convention hall of the vassal residence lit a candle as thick as a baby's arms, illuminating a wide lobby as bright as daytime.

The generals in the hall gathered together, with an invisible shining brilliance, which shone brightly with the brilliance of the hall.

The commander of the Northern Liang cavalry, Yuan Zuozong, Gu Dazu Chen Yunchui, two deputy commanders of the infantry in Liangzhou, and Yang Shenxing, a deputy governor who truly integrated into the Northern Liang border army. Le Dian, who had previously been transferred to the deputy general of the Great Snow Dragon Cavalry as the deputy general of Youzhou, is now in charge of a heavy cavalry. There are also Cao Xiaojiao Hong Xinjia and others who came from Youzhou, as well as a group of powerful generals in the territory who were temporarily summoned to the Northern Wei Dynasty. For example, the deputy generals of Lingzhou Wang Zhi and Huang Xiaokuai, two Tongguan lieutenants who guarded the eastern gate of Liangzhou, Xin Yinma Wei, the wind Qiu lieutenant of Lingzhou, Zhu Boyu, the captain of the Northern Wei Dynasty, and Jiao Wuyi, who replaced Huang Xiaokuai as the captain of the Pearl. Many generals gathered together to discuss how to defend the Northern Wei Dynasty.

Among them, Hong Xinjia, who created the Hulukou Wubao beacon system, was actually not of high quality, but at this time, together with the young vassal kings and two deputy commanders of the border army, were all focusing on listening to the details of the city guarding that this person told.

A large number of counselors in blue shirts attended the meeting to listen.

The madman Hong Shuwen is undoubtedly the legendary figure who was promoted the fastest and largest from Bai Ma Yi. At a young age, he has already served as the commander of the cavalry of Yizhou under the command of the General Han Laoshan of Lingzhou. This time, he followed two deputy generals to the outside of the pass to the north city. This fierce warrior who followed His Highness the Crown Prince to intercept and kill Zhao Kai, the prince of Liyang, did not stay in the lobby, but stood in the gate with a knife, closed his eyes and rested his spirit, and was cold, like a ruthless door god, who would draw his sword at the person if he had a disagreement.

Liangzhou Governor Bai Yu, Lifang Wang Jijiu and Southern Xinjiang Grandmaster Cheng Baishuang, the three of them came together. After the three met, they were in a similar mood and had a good conversation. Wang Jijiu secretly took out a few pots of green ant wine that had been treasured for a long time and pulled two scholars to drink. Half an hour ago, the counselor informed the lobby that there would be a meeting tonight. After Wang Jijiu was in full swing to the heavily guarded lobby, it would be neither appropriate. Besides, Wang Jijiu did not have the courage, those big bosses

The general's eyes were so old that he could not bear it. No matter how thick-skinned he was, he could not bear it. Wang Jijiu knew very well who was the soft persimmon in this vassal residence in the North City, not an old fox like Li Gongde Yang Shenxing, nor a gentleman who was respectful and humble, nor even the group of passionate military counselors. He was clearly a young vassal king. Even if the old man didn't keep his mouth shut, he leaked the allusion that came out of the wall. It was different that the thunder was loud and the raindrops were small, but he was just killed by the angry young vassal king on the chessboard and threw away his armor?

In addition, Wang Jijiu did not dare to show the slightest bit of a weird and laissez-faire style of a clear and famous scholar. The reason was very simple. The old man knew that even the civil and military tycoons in Beiliang never took this trick, and the old man himself was not good at it. So after shaking the fan hard to dispel most of the alcohol, Wang Jijiu dared to pull the two of them to the door of the conference hall.

As a result, the door god at the door did not stop Mr. Bai Lian, who was so elegant and handsome, stopped both Wang Jijiu and Cheng Baishuang. As the little Tianshi Master of the Tianshi Mansion of Longhu Mountain in the Taoist ancestral court in the past, Bai Yu also carefully carried forward the style of a dead fellow Taoist dying, and ignored the old man behind him. After strode across the threshold, he just turned around and threw a helpless look. Wang Jijiu originally vowed to promise Cheng Baishuang to join hands to enter the meeting hall.

The old face suddenly became vicissitudes and miserable. First, he slapped Cheng Baishuang with a swollen face and smiled heroically, indicating that even if I were worried about everything, he turned around and whispered to the young general, saying that the prince trusted the master of the southern Xinjiang. Cheng Baishuang was a strong man and would never have any troubles, nor would he reveal his military situation. Hong Shuwen held the knife in both hands and ignored him with a stern face. No matter how the old man bowed his head and flattered him, he just stopped him outside the door and refused to nod and let go.

Wang Jijiu, who was so tired of talking, had to play tricks and not be gentle as a scholar, stared at him and said, "Hong Shuwen! Believe it or not, I will open my throat and shout for justice here. Do you think the prince will let me enter the convention hall?"

Hong Fengzi, who was not invasive of oil and salt, was still indifferent and sneered: "Old man, just shout, as long as the prince agrees in person, I will give way. Otherwise, with your indifferent alcoholic smell, I will really compete with you today!"

The old man stared at me like a bull's eyes, and Hong Shuwen said lazily: "What, you are not convinced? Wang Jijiu wants to bully me for a short time in practicing martial arts because of his age?"

The old man almost blew up his blood on this shameless young general. The old man is worthy of being a person who reads true knowledge. He lowered his voice and stretched out a finger.

Hong Shuwen looked at her eyes squintedly, with disdain on her face.

The old man was trembling as if he had to give up his love.

Hong Shuwen said to himself: "Scholars are just unhappy."

The old man took a deep breath, stretched out a palm, slapped the young man's arm with a heavy slap, and said with a sad face: "I only count this one, killing people is just a slightest! Hong Shuwen, give me a happy word!"

Hong Shuwen raised his eyebrows, moved his steps to make way, and said with a smile: "After the meeting, I will go to your side to get the wine, five pots of green ants, if you dare to lose one, I will demolish your cemetery room. Anyway, there are not many steps. Remember, don't get too close, it's almost the same as the counselor standing on the edge."

The heartbroken old man didn't bargain at all. He hurriedly crossed the threshold and turned to Cheng Baishuang and whispered: "Old Cheng, the breeze and bright moon outside the house are pleasant, so I won't accompany you."

After Wang Jijiu walked away from the gate of the conference hall seven or eight steps, he suddenly turned around and pointed at Hong Shuwen, with a villain's face full of a successful expression, mixed with the movement of rolling his eyes and shaking his head.

Hong Shuwen suddenly realized that the five pots of green ant wine that had been agreed in advance must have been washed away, so he raised his foot and made a kick.

Wang Jijiu hooked his fingers, looking like he was able to beat me, and he was worthy of beating. However, when the old man saw Hong Shuwen sneeringly and was about to break into the meeting hall, he immediately escaped with agility.

Hong Shuwen was not surprised, so he turned around and continued to close his eyes and hold the knife.

Cheng Baishuang opened his eyes.

Mr. Bai Lian, who spoke elegantly and proudly, and a pride of the Shangyin Academy, who almost dominated the literary world in his early years, why did he be so shameless when he arrived in Beiliang?

Cheng Baishuang, who was both civil and military, and had a profound attainment, was a little amused and crying, and was not angry, nor was she left in anger. Instead, she stood outside the door of the conference hall and looked inside the door and asked softly: "Dare you ask this general, can I stand here and listen to the discussions in the house?"

Hong Shuwen did not open his eyes and said angrily: "Since the prince had allowed you to walk casually in the vassal residence, as long as you don't have to step over the threshold tonight, it doesn't matter if you stand outside the door and listen to lying. Even if you look to the ground, I won't stop you."

Cheng Baishuang, who was almost in the spirit of a Confucian saint, laughed it off.

Before, when he was drinking and chatting with King Bai Yu, Cheng Baishuang heard many interesting stories and anecdotes used to serve as food. The speakers did not intend to listen to the listeners.

Bai Yu said that the young vassal king would occasionally leave the study room on the right side of the second hall signing room and go to the house on the left side of the signing room, which was called "vegetable garden" by the reigning city. It was the "headquarters" of the military coach's counselor. Because these young people with different backgrounds did not have the official body of a rank and only wore a blue shirt of Confucian scholars. At first glance, they looked like green and lush. Everyone gathered, like a vegetable garden with strong greenness. Moreover, those people were originally the seeds of Beiliang study. Whether they were from Beiliang Road or foreign scholars who went to Liang, they were all in the reigning north.

The city was rooted and grew up. Xu Fengnian would go there from time to time to time, day and night, and no rules, and never talked about it in a long and long way. He just chatted with those scholars who were mostly peers. It was mostly trivial matters, and at most it was about writing articles and studying. There were very few major military and national affairs. The word "Political" for governing the country and pacifying the world, and those border wars were not involved. Once Mr. Bai Lian was idle and happened to participate. That night, a King of Northern Liang and a Governor of Liangzhou were surrounded by dozens of scholars in green clothes, talking and laughing, and laughing constantly.

When a military counselor said that he would go to the battlefield and kill the enemy, the young vassal king did not refuse or recognize him. After looking around, he saw all the young faces of scholars, he told the passionate scholar who was strategizing behind the scenes, willing to make suggestions for border affairs, willing to speak out for state affairs, willing to fight for the death of the border army. This has done his great duty and is a merit that no one can forget. In addition, if you scholars are willing to die, it will definitely be a good thing, but I, Xu Fengnian, will never praise this matter. From Xu Xiao to me, I have always believed that the Iron Cavalry of Beiliang guards the border, and since he is outside the pass, he has always believed that the Iron Cavalry of Beiliang guards the border.

, riding a war horse with a cold sword on your waist, then it is natural to retreat without retreating to death on the battlefield. As for scholars who are not good at fighting on the archery and horse, they can have the same heart. Beiliang does not want to, and they should not ask you scholars to sacrifice their lives. Even if it is said that scholars who have never experienced the smoke of gunpowder on the battlefield are afraid of death and cherish their lives, it is understandable. The scholars and military men on the battlefield each perform their duties. The former uses the writing to express their integrity and express their feelings, while the latter wears armor and holds the pass to guard the pass to resist the enemy. If you do your best, I do mine, I have a clear conscience. As for ordinary people living in the alleys of the city, they should not expect them to come to the border to kill the enemy. They should live well and be a fair life.

Cheng Baishuang put his hands on her back, turned her back to the meeting hall, looked at the archway, and fell into deep thought.

With the formal finalization of emergency strategies, military generals in the meeting hall hurriedly left in batches. When in the end, even the two border tyrants Gu Dazu and Chen Yunchui, who were stationed in Jubei City, stepped out, the young vassal king and Wang Jijiu finally walked out side by side and came to Cheng Baishuang, who had been at the door of Kushen for nearly two hours. Bai Yu had already gone to the household house to discuss matters. He was destined to be on the light until dawn, and he didn't care to say hello to Cheng Baishuang. When the young vassal king saw this southern master who had achieved the great celestial world with the opportunity of the Confucian saint in Wudang Mountain, Xu Feng laughed young and said, "After Cao Changqing and Xuanyuan Jingcheng, another Confucian saint will finally appear in charge of luck."

The three of them walked down the steps together, and Cheng Baishuang shook her head and said, "Due to the pattern, I cannot enter the realm of Confucian Saint."

Xu Fengnian said in confusion: "How do you say this?"

Cheng Baishuang smiled and said, "Even now, I still don't have the state of mind to establish my heart for the heaven and earth, to inherit my unique knowledge for the past sages, and to open peace for all ages."

Xu Fengnian nodded, and did not underestimate this elderly Confucian scholar who had long been destroyed.

Cheng Baishuang suddenly asked, "Prince, what do you think is a scholar?"

Xu Fengnian thought about it and replied: "Scholars govern the country and have a peaceful and prosperous era."

Cheng Baishuang asked again: "In those chaotic times, the country is in trouble, so what should the scholars do?"

Xu Fengnian said without hesitation: "Don't be too demanding of them."

Cheng Baishuang asked with a smile: "Shouldn't it be that he resolutely rises up and saves the country?"

Xu Fengnian laughed at it and said, "Then I don't care. The responsibility of scholars is to be taken by scholars themselves. Whether they are willing or not, whether they dare or not, whether they can, is all the business of scholars."

Cheng Baishuang seemed a little surprised at this speech, and was silent for a long time, and smiled and said, "That's right."

———

At dawn, outside the Jubei City, a cavalry rushed east from Liuzhou Laoyu Mountain to outside the Jubei City. Before approaching the city gate, Louhuang suddenly stopped his horse.

Turning around, I saw a guy who was far away from the battlefield but was still wearing iron armor and two swords, looking up to smile.

Lou Huang turned over and dismounted, feeling the extremely unfamiliar murderous aura on the senior brother, and had to ask, "How is that person with the surname Xie?"

Yu Xinlang sighed softly: "I can only say that I am not dead yet, Xie Xiqiu was seriously injured."

Lou Huang didn't say anything more.

Yu Xinlang hesitated for a moment, "Junior Brother Lou, I will entrust you with something."

Lou Huang said without hesitation: "You said that."

Yu Xinlang said sadly: "Maybe I would like to ask you to bring your little green robe back to the Central Plains. I took her on a lot of roads. I originally thought she could stay at Tingchao Lake in Qingliang Mountain without worries, climb trees and catch fish with her peers around her all day, and then grow up slowly... Now it seems that it is very difficult."

Lou Huang shook his head and said, "I can't help with this matter if you ask Xu Fengnian to find someone else."

Yu Xinlang frowned and said, "You want to stay too?"

Lou Huang snorted coldly: "Are you only allowed to be heroic to the groom, and I am not allowed to be a heroic move for me?"

Yu Qiangun was speechless.

Lou Huang said regretfully: "It's a pity that you and I don't have a good sword to help you."

Yu Xinlang patted the scallops on his waist and smiled and said, "After using them, I found it very easy to use. I don't have to carry the corpse away without lifting it away, it's quite refreshing."

Lou Huang quipped: "Or what if I'm going to give me a hand?"

Yu Xinlang refused decisively, "Don't think about it."

Lou Huang said, "I want you to agree to something, too."

Yu Xinlang smiled and said, "You have to say it first, and see if you agree or not."

Lou Huang grinned: "If I kill more people than you in the next battlefield outside the pass, what if you call me senior brother in the future?"

Yu Xinlang patted the junior brother on the shoulder and said earnestly: "Although the junior brother who doesn't want to be a senior brother is not a good junior brother, as a senior brother, I can understand this feeling, but unfortunately I will not agree to you."

Lou Huang was not surprised, and he walked forward with a smile on his lips.

In the years of Wudi City in the East China Sea, the two brothers had almost no intersection, and they would not chat so casually.

Yu Xinlang, who seems to be very good at speaking but is the most difficult to speak, has too high talent, has too good roots and bones, has too high cultivation, and has too deep sword enlightenment. Therefore, even if he has the best temper among all Wang Xianzhi's disciples, it will give people the feeling that he is actually looking at you from a condescending position.

Lou Huang really can't like Yu Xinlang like that.

Nowadays, Yu Xinlang, his junior brother Lou Huang, who is very determined to win and lose, is a little unpleasant.

Yu Xinlang suddenly said, "If I can still leave the Beiliang border alive, I will find a graceful and charming woman, a peaceful and quiet village, and spend the rest of my life together."

Lou Huang nodded, "It's not bad."

Yu Qiangun sighed, "It's very good. But I'm also very worried now. With my appearance, I found a beautiful little lady from Yanzhi County, Beiliang, and I can do it at will. But what should I do with your appearance? If I see a woman who is very good and I don't like, I want to introduce it to you, but they only like me, and I'm very embarrassed at that time."

Lou Huang took a deep breath.

Take another deep breath.

Only then did he resist the urge to hit someone.

———

At noon, a quiet courtyard in the vassal residence, a one-armed old man with white hair and white clothes raised his glass to drink, and his mood was leisurely.

This old man who is obsessed with devouring famous swords in the world is not only of the same generation as Liu Songtao, but not only competes with Li Chungang's sword path, but also is the common master of the Western Shu Sword Emperor and the Qingliangshan Sword Jiuhuang.

Opposite the stone table is Chai Qingshan, the contemporary sect leader of Dongyue Jianchi. Although Chai Qingshan is much higher than the hidden sword-eating ancestor who is in the world, in terms of the age of the martial arts world, Chai Qingshan, who is nearly 70 years old, is still one generation lower than Sui Xiegu, or even two generations. Sui Xiegu once visited Jianchi in his thirties, surpassing an elder of the Jianchi family named Song. The latter was already in his sixties at that time, although he fell into the past.

After defeat, the sword became a delicacy for Sui Xiegu. However, before his death, the elder still praised the rising Sui Xiegu and regarded it as a fellow in the sword path. After the young Chai Qingshan entered the Dongyue Sword Pond with a foreign surname, he became brothers with the senior leader Song Nianqing. Both of them were given guidance from the master, so today he finally saw the true face of the true person of Sui Xiegu. Chai Qingshan respectfully held the junior's courtesy from the heart.

Sui Xiegu remembered the old past events and said slowly: "At that time, whenever Li Chungang defeated a swordsman who had been famous for a long time, I would follow him to join in the fun. However, after some swordsmen were defeated by Li Chungang's hands, their sword heart was covered with dust and their sword intent was broken. I would naturally win without martial arts."

Speaking of this, Sui Xiegu glanced at Chai Qingshan and sneered: "Song Nianqing's father, your master, is such a person. He can't afford to lose at all. After being humiliated, he died of depression. On the other hand, your uncle, although his sword skills are not as good as his nephew who is the sect leader, his heart is obviously more tenacious. After losing to me, he has been tempered for twenty years and then fighting with me again, but do you know what the centenarian said with a smile when he saw the sword break by me?"

Chai Qingshan shook his head.
To be continued...