The devil is coming

Chapter 675: I, the king, will lead you away
Zheng Fan reached out and took the steamed bun and took a bite.
The noodles are just right in softness, and the shredded radish filling also tastes right. Especially when you bite into it, the combination of the steamed bun and the filling is extremely comfortable.
The steamed buns that I often ate at home during the Chinese New Year in my previous life were made by Lao Tian and were as delicate as pastries.
"how?"
Tian Wujing asked.
Zheng Fan shook his head,
Road:
"It's still barely warm."
When Tian Wujing heard this, he was not angry and just nodded.
Zheng Fan swallowed the steamed bun in his mouth, put the remaining steamed bun in his hand on the table, and tried not to look at it.
He picked up the chopsticks and started to eat the hot pot. While eating, he said:
"Tiantian also likes to eat the steamed buns at home. My wife-in-law steams them herself. With a bowl of clear soup, he can eat four of them in one meal."
"Four?"
This is not a small bun or a small steamed bun, this one is quite big and thick.
"Well, the little guy has had a big appetite since he was a child. Yu Huaping said that he was a born soul boy and he envied you very much."
A smile appeared at the corner of Tian Wujing's mouth,
Road:
"He should be envious."
Obviously,
Lao Tian himself had investigated Tiantian's physique.
What Yu Huaping could see, it was impossible for him, Tian Wujing, not to be able to see.
In terms of vision and knowledge, how can Yu Huaping's world compare with the powerful families and temples of the past?
In terms of personal means, in addition to being a martial artist at the peak, Tian Wujing also has some knowledge of alchemy;
And,
God knows what else he knew,
Even this steamed bun is steamed so well.
"The Sword Master wants to take Tian Tian as his disciple."
"Oh?"
No parent would refuse a sword master to accept his child as his disciple;
This means a kind of guarantee and a kind of backing.
The so-called people in the arena cannot help themselves, that is the pretentiousness of the people in the arena to put gold on their faces;
People in temples have too many helplessness and compromises;
On the contrary, when you are in the arena, you can act more carelessly.
for example,
Suddenly one day,
If you want your ministers to die, they will have to die.
The head of the family led the whole family to commit suicide and did not dare to resist.
Because he has to consider the interests of the family with the same surname, the teachings of the sages' books he has read, and the king's kindness like the sea;
But in the eyes of Jianghu people, these things are actually a joke. You can die if you want, but don't die with my apprentice, and then rush in alone and take away your own apprentice.
The Sword Master has this ability.
"But Tiantian refused."
"Refused?"
"He said he wanted to practice swordsmanship."
"Sword practice?"
Tian Wujing looked at Zheng Fan.
"Um..." Zheng Fan continued bravely, "I will teach him well."
"Ah."
The pressure on Mr. Zheng when he said this was really extraordinary, because Lao Tian was also a swordsman.
"Very good." Tian Wujing added.
He was happy to see this. His son practiced swordsmanship with Zheng Fan, becoming both his teacher and his father.
He hoped that his son could live like Zheng Fan in the future.
A boy's dream,
It is nothing more than unparalleled martial arts or having thousands of troops and cavalry under his command.
but,
This is not true happiness,
Because of the above two points, Tian Wujing did both.
"You continue to eat."
Tian Wujing stood up and left the pavilion.
Zheng Fan continued to eat.
At the same time, he picked up the steamed buns that he had put down earlier and ate them. Then, he hesitated...
He was really hungry;
finally,
Zheng Fan took two more steamed buns from the steamer, used them as rice, and started making hot pot.
Under the sun,
There are not many people who can make King Yan Nan cook for himself. Marquis Zheng was not polite. After he got excited about eating, he almost drank the hot pot soup base.
I am full,
Zheng Fan stood up,
Wander toward the yard.
When passing the mourning hall, Zheng Fan put down his hands.
The mourning hall has been tidied up and looks very plain.
There is no ashes in the incense burner.
Zheng Fan walked over and planned to light two incense sticks.
"No need to light it, she doesn't like the smoky atmosphere."
"it is good."
Zheng Fan nodded, but still knelt down and kowtowed.
"Can you play chess?"
"Smelly chess basket, if you want to play, I will accompany you."
"Then no more, it's boring."
"Okay, next time, when I go back to practice next time, my chess skills will definitely improve."
"That's all, don't wait for tomorrow. Please accompany me to Tianhu Mountain now. We will leave the city and return to Beijing immediately tomorrow."
"You walk, I'll follow."
Tian Wujing looked at Zheng Fan,
road;
"You're already a Marquis, and you still speak in a glib tone, and you're not afraid of making people laugh."
"I'm afraid of being laughed at in front of you."
Anyway,
We are already a family.
immediately,
A prince and a marquis,
In Dayan's land in Jin, the two most powerful people rode two brave beasts and rode directly out of Litian City.
The sword master did not follow;
His responsibility is to protect Ping Xihou;
And when Ping Xihou stayed with King Jingnan, no one could hurt him unless the prince fell.
Furthermore,
Inside and outside Litian City, there are mostly camps of the Jingnan Army. It is impossible for large-scale and organized foreign troops to come in. Even if a few small ones sneak in, what can they accomplish?
The sword master is happy to be at ease at this time;
.........
The Taoist temple on Tianhu Mountain was burned to the ground along with the fire a few years ago.
Last year, Zheng Fan came once, and this year, he came again.
In fact, it would be nice if those wooden fish bells disappeared from the mountain. The mountain became a mountain again.
The two brave animals were left on the mountainside.
Tian Wujing and Zheng Fan climbed up the stairs together.
On the way, we passed the pavilion, which is said to be the location where the cuckoo fell from the cliff.
But Tian Wujing didn't make any special stop. He just took a few more glances and then continued up the mountain.
Zheng Houye entered the state early anyway. It didn't matter where Lao Tian went, he was following behind anyway.
Both of them are in good health. Even Lord Zheng is at least a sixth-grade martial artist. Climbing a mountain is not tiring.
There was no rest in the middle and the speed never changed. Finally, we reached the top of the mountain.
From this position, one can clearly see the ruins on the slope to the southwest.
Tian Wujing sat on the ground,
Seeing this, Zheng Fan sat down opposite.
Lao Tian closed his eyes and said nothing;
Zheng Fan put his hands on the ground behind him, making his posture more comfortable, and looked around as if he were walking in autumn.
At the foot of the mountain, the grass leaves have long since turned yellow, but on the mountain, there is still green.
In April, the peach blossoms of the mountain temple begin to bloom.
After sitting there for a while, Zheng Fan simply lay down on his side and yawned uncontrollably when he saw Lao Tian still there with his eyes closed.
The mountain breeze blows from time to time, which may feel cool to ordinary people, but to those who practice martial arts, it is just the right amount of comfort.
Staring in confusion,
Lord Zheng also closed his eyes.
Lao Tian might be thinking about something, or relaxing himself, or at least meditating;
Marquis Zheng, on the other hand, really fell asleep, and because of his irregular sleeping posture, he even snored slightly.
Although the mountain wind blows slowly, and the vegetation will make a "rustling" sound, this area, that is, Tian Wujing and Zheng Fan, is still very clear with the movement against the stillness.
Tian Wujing opened his eyes,
Seeing the man in front of me sleeping soundly,
shook his head slightly,
There was also a smile on the corner of his mouth.
Spread your palms,
A soft wind blew up, rolling up the vines on one side and gently covering his body.
He, Tian Wujing, is a demon who has destroyed his whole family.
Among the people of Dayan, the reputation is also extremely poor;
Even if he has made great military achievements, even the storyteller in the small teahouse will click on the side after telling a story. Throughout the ages, this kind of situation has rarely ended well.
Everyone in the Jingnan army was respectful and respectful in front of him, and they didn't even dare to breathe;
But as for him,
But in front of myself,
Have a better appetite and sleep better.
Like a child who has found true stability.
in fact,
Indeed it is.
When I wake up, I find a new world, new scenery, and a group of demon kings with different personalities around me.
Everything is strange;
Why did Zheng Fan go to great lengths to gather experts in his mansion and stay on guard? Without them, he just lacked a sense of security.
But when in front of King Jingnan,
Zheng Fan will naturally let down all his guard.
this sleep,
Zheng Fan didn't sleep for long, only more than half an hour.
when Wake up,
But I felt refreshed and extremely satisfied.
Lifting off his clothes, Marquis Zheng sat up and stretched.
front,
There is a figure standing on the edge of the cliff.
I haven’t seen the scenery yet,
Lord Zheng rubbed his eyes and thought about sleeping again.
"Zheng Fan."
But unfortunately,
Although his back was to this side, it was impossible to hide what was going on behind him from Tian Wujing.
"exist."
Zheng Fan got up and walked behind Tian Wujing.
"Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons, how did you think of writing such a sentence in the first place?"
This song "Man Jiang Hong" was extremely popular among the Yan army, no, to be precise, in the armies of other countries.
Because what is revealed in the words is not only tragic, but also impassioned as a soldier working hard to avenge his shame.
This tone,
It is not in line with the Yan army, which has been continuously victorious in foreign wars in recent years.
It is more in line with the state of mind of Qianjun, the Chu army who was defeated and defeated again by the Yan army.
It is said that there was a carriage in which four people were sitting.
Chen Daxia, sword maker,
The Marquis of Zheng, who had not yet been granted the title of Marquis, was added to the throne as the Regent of Chu.
Because the regent liked this poem very much, and Zheng Fan was a close disciple of Master Yao at that time. In that era, literary giants wrote poems for the powerful, and the powerful used their influence to promote the literary giants. This was a natural rule. .
And the background of the creation of this poem is that the Chu people were killed and captured under Yupan City, and they lowered their heads in shame and humiliation and signed a peace treaty.
Therefore, this poem was quickly publicized, but even the regent did not expect that soon after, Zheng Fan would tear off the disguise and snatch away his biological sister.
It's hard to collect water, that's probably what it means.
This poem also spread to the Yan State, but the words "The ambitious and hungry eat the meat of Yan captives" in it were naturally changed.
There was no literary inquisition in the court of Yan State, and this random change, coupled with the subsequent development, and the rare confusion of the regent involved, really made the people of Yan and the dignitaries very happy.
It is said that Emperor Yan once ordered Zhao Jiulang to transcribe this poem and hang it in his imperial study, where the emperor rested after working.
The last time he went to Beijing, Zheng Fan had entered the imperial study, but not the inner room, so he didn't know whether this rumor was true or not. He couldn't be sure whether His Majesty Emperor Yan was also a fan of him?
Tian Wujing's question seems very natural, because he understands Zheng Fan's character. Poems are all about singing his aspirations. This poem is clearer, but it doesn't look like Zheng Fan's in any way. Mood support.
"Your Majesty, the art of poetry is just a plaything. I have told you before, Your Majesty."
Tian Wujing had asked similar questions before. It was impossible for Zheng Fan to say that he copied it, so he could only use this higher-end reason to excuse himself.
Yao Zizhan once got a lot of "Pingxi Hou's Poems" that were circulated. After reading them, he was so angry that he blew his beard and glared. He even cursed in his hometown dialect:
It's an insult to elegance, it's an insult to elegance!
Articles and poems are an elegant matter. You just write it as a martial artist. It’s fine if you write it well. Yet you deliberately hit this elegant matter with a hammer here and there, turning this elegant matter into your casual graffiti. How can others expect this? Play?
Specifically,
This also makes him, Yao Zizhan, how to eat and drink in the future?
"I like this poem very much, it resonates very much."
Zheng Fan swallowed subconsciously.
别，
elder brother,
The original author of this poem did not end well.
"Your Majesty, I recently composed another song, which is very suitable for the occasion. It was written at this time. Do you want to listen to it?"
Zheng Fan felt that he had the obligation to pull Lao Tian out of Man Jianghong's emotions, but he must not resonate with her anymore.
Tian Wujing turned around and looked at Zheng Fan,
road;
"Your poems are really excellent if you don't look at people or are not familiar with you."
"..." Zheng Fan.
"However, it does not prevent you from reciting it and listening to it."
Zheng Fan nodded,
Recited:
"When autumn comes on September [-]th, I will kill all the flowers after they bloom. The incense array will reach the sky and penetrate the capital, and the whole city will be filled with golden armor."
The theme of this poem is very simple, clear and direct.
When I become awesome, I'll do it all for you!
Tian Wujing closed his eyes, tasted it for a while, and said:
"Fortunately, I know that you are good at poetry. You are just a plaything. If it was written by someone else..."
Lord Zheng asked cautiously: "Will it be clicked?"
Tian Wujing shook his head and said:
"It's easy to break if it's too strong. If you just want to have fun without leaving any room, then it's inevitable that your prosperity will be slow and your demise will be sudden."
Zheng Fan opened his mouth, but that was not the case.
"When doing things and being a human being, you have to leave some room unless absolutely necessary. You have always done a good job in this regard."
"Your Majesty, are you wrong? I always like to cut the grass and get rid of the roots."
"Keep it in your heart, not on the outside."
"Yes, I understand."
The sky is getting dark,
Zheng Fan kept waiting for Tian Wujing to tell him to go down the mountain.
But Lao Tian stood there, admiring the sunset.
In the distance, the clouds were dyed red, like a pool of blood.
"After entering the capital, the court will probably ask you to hand over some of your power, or your local area, or divide your military power, and use an upright conspiracy while you are in the capital."
"My lord, what should I do?"
The blind man and the Savage King had already guessed this possibility.
The center is an instinct for centralization of power. Although the imperial court has been dominated by Emperor Yan's will over the years, the authority of the center has actually been shaped long ago.
In other words, whoever was in that position would instinctively take back some power on the premise that the local feudal towns did not rebel.
While Emperor Yan is still on the throne,
While you are in Yanjing,
Taking advantage of this talk, I was working up my energy.
This is indeed a conspiracy, and once Emperor Yan dies, the central authority will inevitably slip with the succession of thrones. No matter whether it is the prince or the sixth son, whoever succeeds to the throne will be unable to change this situation.
And if another prince is chosen, or if he is really not afraid of "the young master's suspicion" and chooses Xiao Qi to be "Fu Lin", the degree of decline will be even greater.
In fact, even if Lao Tian doesn’t ask this,
Zheng Fan will also find an opportunity to ask on the way to Yanjing.
This matter mainly depends on Lao Tian's attitude. Just as Lao Tian said at the beginning, he is still here.
To put it bluntly, Zheng Fan's development to this scale was inseparable from the indulgence of his King Jingnan.
Otherwise, if King Jingnan wants to mix things up or divide the country, he is fully capable of killing everything before it starts.
Everyone thought it was because King Jingnan’s son was raised by Zheng Fan, so all these were the nanny’s money given by King Jingnan to his son;
But in fact,
Only the parties involved know that this is not the case.
"It's easy to handle, just use Yang Miao against Yin Miao. After entering the capital, if anyone dares to confront you, you will fight directly. Wound, die or cripple, it doesn't matter.
I am standing behind, the sky will not fall. "
this feeling,
Why are you so familiar?
The last time I deposed the third prince, it seemed to be a similar situation.
"Your Majesty, I understand."
"Well, the sun is setting."
"Shall we go down the mountain?"
"We have to go down the mountain, but before we go down, there is one more thing to do."
"What's the matter?"
"Your realm has been stuck at the sixth level for a long time, right?"
"Yes, my lord."
It's really been a long time since I've been stuck at level six.
"Actually, the most difficult hurdle in the path of martial arts is to pass from the fourth grade to the third grade, just like in the court, the most difficult hurdle is from the fourth grade to the third grade, but once you step into it, it will be a completely different situation.
however,
There is actually a gap between the sixth grade and the fifth grade. At the fifth grade, whether they are warriors, swordsmen or Qi refiners, they can all be called minor masters.
A master must have his own beliefs and his own way.
This is breaking through the realm with thoughts, and breaking through the realm with Tao, do you understand? "
"My lord, I understand." Zheng Fan replied with a wry smile.
He really understands, because there are many masters in the Hou Mansion, and there are also sword masters to guide them.
Furthermore, he only knows more than others about all kinds of specious theoretical knowledge.
But the crux of the problem is here, maybe it’s really due to personality, or it’s just an instinctive desire for comfort;
It's not that Zheng Fan can't do it when he occasionally goes to the battlefield and charges to the death. In the past, he often did this;
But now, even on the battlefield, he is protected by Sword Master A Ming, and the demon kings will always look after him. Moreover, after his status is high, he has three mothers-in-law at home. He can live a small life, but he becomes more and more cherishing his life. .
It's not that Zheng Fan has never gone out to try and practice. He has gone out several times in the past year, but apart from honing his sword skills and fighting skills, he has not grown in level.
Of course, this does not mean that you have to face life and death constantly in order to break through. It can only be said that this is the most direct way. The fundamental thing is to have a firm belief.
At least, according to Zheng Fan's understanding, this was the case, but he didn't.
Yes, not at all;
Playing the world in a carefree manner is his main purpose, and it is also the unanimous aesthetic of the demon kings;
To put it bluntly, you are essentially a gamer at heart.
A person who wants to play for fun and achieve breakthroughs in realms is too contemptuous of some of the rules of this world, and too chilling to those ascetics who are determined to pursue the Tao.
just,
When Lao Tian said this, Zheng Fan couldn't help but feel a surge of hope in his heart.
Listen to what this means,
Is Lao Tian capable of helping himself?
Enlightenment and teaching?
Tian Wujing pointed to the way down the mountain,
Road:
"Go down the mountain."
This scene is like that time when Zheng Fan was walking by the riverside full of floating corpses, almost possessed, with Tian Wujing following behind.
Zheng Fan nodded,
turn around,
Start going down the mountain,
But in the next moment,
A stroke of palm,
It fell on his shoulder, palm, with warmth.
Zheng Fan concentrated his mind and was about to continue walking down when he suddenly saw the back of Lao Tian appearing in front of him. Lao Tian was already walking in front of him.
They all went ahead.
Zheng Fan continued walking down,
But he heard Lao Tian’s voice coming from behind him:
"Did you see it?"
Zheng Fan trembled.
Subconsciously, he wanted to look back, but he still held back. Vaguely, he understood something.
Because I lack something, I am stuck in this realm, unable to advance, or even unable to see the way, and seem very confused;
Lao Tian,
It is to help yourself make up for what you are lacking.
It’s not some enlightenment or some kind of teaching, but it’s about using your own back and in front to lead the way for yourself.
This is no longer something that a martial artist can do.
This is what a truly powerful Qi practitioner can do... The Immortal guides the way!
The purpose of showing the way is to understand the way.
Lao Tian's voice came from behind again,
Road:
"Remember this scene, remember this section of the road, it doesn't mean that after walking once and going down the mountain, you will have a breakthrough, but remember it in your heart, take it out to recall and ruminate on it from time to time, and your realm will gradually become clearer. The talent is good, but maybe it just goes too smoothly and something is missing.
But this is not wrong. It is going smoothly and everyone is envious of it. What is wrong with it?
Having to find a pit to jump into is the real obsession, and it is really unnecessary.
Good luck,
Just accept it,
Bear it with peace of mind,
Accept it generously.
I want to see you,
Live well,
A lifetime of calmness. "
"My lord..."
“Don’t be anxious, don’t panic.
This section of the road,
This king,
Lead you away. "
(End of this chapter)