Myths and Dharma, starting from Erlang Shen

Chapter 184 Qinglan, waiting for you for a long time

Mingsheng Cuju Field.

It was originally just an ordinary Cuju venue in the imperial capital of Da Qi, but since Zhang Jingshou and a group of people organized football, it has attracted countless attention.

And today, the first day of the Lunar New Year, after the news of Emperor Qi's personal visit came out, the Mingsheng Cuju Field was even more crowded and lively.

As soon as the players entered the stadium, there were loud cheers, and many people even shouted "His Royal Highness Chitose!"

Emperor Qi, who was paying a private visit incognito, couldn't help but frown slightly when he saw this scene. He looked at Zhuge Qinglan beside him and said, "Is this new Cuju so popular?"

I have never seen so many people during Cuju competitions in the past.

But this new Cuju, doesn’t it just change the romantic eye into a gate?

It is much easier to kick than Cuju, and there are not so many technical performances.

Why are everyone so enthusiastic?

"He himself was also addicted to Cuju when he was young. It can only be said that like father, like son." Emperor Qi smiled slightly, watching his son show off his power below, and he thought that Cuju was indeed more interesting than Cuju.

The first half of the game ended temporarily in the eyes of a group of people who were still not satisfied.

"I think it is closer to the people. Cuju is technically complex and more performance-oriented, and only the ball head and deputy ball head can score goals, unlike football." Zhuge Qinglan answered.

"Yes, the simpler, the better. All officials should learn from Uncle Qing Yong on this point. It is obviously a simple matter, but if you insist on it, you will name it a saint, which will make the people unable to understand." Emperor Qi nodded slightly. .

The game was in full swing, attracting the attention of countless people.

Zhuge Qinglan chuckled and said nothing. His Majesty has nothing wrong with him. He just likes to "see the subtle things" and derive big principles from all kinds of trivial matters.

Emperor Qi and Zhuge Qinglan talked, and the game started quietly. Emperor Qi was a good Cuju player when he was young. Now that he saw this new football, he was also curious, especially since his youngest son was among them, and he was even more concerned, especially The whole stadium cheered from time to time, instinctively immersed in it.

Xiang Liuyun, one of the four prime ministers of the Shu Han Dynasty, Xiang Chongqing.

"Xiang Liuyun usually doesn't like the Four Books and Five Classics, but prefers Cuju, which often gives his father a headache." Zhuge Qinglan said.

Seeing a beautiful pass from Zhang Jingshou to Zhang Jingshou, and finally Zhang Jingshou kicked the ball into the goal, the entire audience immediately cheered, and Emperor Qi couldn't help but clapped his hands excitedly, waiting for Zhuge Qing After Lan looked over, he realized that something was wrong. He forced a smile and said, "The kid who passed the ball to Jing Shou just now belongs to the Xiang family, right?"

The players took a break, and the audience temporarily relaxed their tense spirits.

The stage is set, just waiting for the fish to bite.

But that's not the focus of today.

The spirits of Zhuge Qinglan and others were highly tense.

Halftime, a quarter of an hour, that is, in this quarter of an hour, the people behind the scenes should take action.

"Interesting." The middle-aged man hidden in the audience sighed as he looked at the reactions of the people around him. "This Ji Renguo is really an interesting boy. I'm afraid it won't be long before no one in Daqi performs Cuju anymore." Yes. Let the people below prepare to change all the Cuju fields under your name into football fields."

The entourage beside the middle-aged man responded respectfully, and then said: "Master, Zhong Xiaoqiu has left."

"Where's Sun Li?" the middle-aged man asked again.

"I also left under arrangement. It's just that there is a small distance between the two of them, and logically speaking, there is no reason for King Wu to start again. Will such a plan be seen through?" The entourage? Somewhat worried.

"See through? Ashan, do you know? There is no perfect strategy in this world, but even if it is full of mistakes, as long as it is effective, it is a useful strategy. The grandson of Wu Guogong is arrogant and domineering. It is not a secret that he likes to torture young women. Even if Now, I'm still thinking about having an affair, so it's no surprise that I fell in love with Zhong Xiaoqiu, and the two of them are so close, so when I asked Zhong Xiaoqiu to die, I would call him Wu. There are some things that have no evidence, but it's also evidence." The middle-aged man laughed.

"Don't forget, King Wu has just done something like this. He assassinated Ji Ren and asked the person who assassinated him to leave the mark of his Prince Wu's palace on him. This kind of smart thing is something that no one else would do. He, Prince Wu I can do it. And it’s been done once, so what’s suspicious about doing it again?”

"And something like Ji Ren just happened. Who among the princes cares about the truth now? Trampling King Wu to death is the key. But the evidence is insufficient, so no matter what, King Wu will not die. You said Duke Su knows the matter What will happen to him after that? He finally has descendants and hopes, and then he is killed by the royal family of Da Qi that he protects. What do you think of the Su Guo Guild?"

At the end of the sentence, the middle-aged man's eyes flashed. Under Zhuge Qinglan's nose, it was impossible to do it flawlessly. If it could really be done flawlessly, then he would have to seriously doubt whether he was being plotted against.

Many times, the effect of the undiscoverable truth and the truth are almost the same.

Because people often only want the truth they want.

Not to mention, Duke Su and King Wu had an old grudge for a long time.

This time it’s just a chance.

"My master is far-sighted and has no plans left. He is capable of things that others cannot." The follower immediately said in admiration.

The middle-aged man chuckled and said nothing, showing an expression as if he was holding a pearl of wisdom. A puppet appeared in his hand, with Zhong Xiaoqiu's birthday and horoscope written on it.

The light black spiritual power surged in the middle-aged man's hand, and the silver needle moved, and it was immediately inserted into the puppet's body. The expression of Zhuge Qinglan, who was accompanying Emperor Qi, suddenly changed, and his whole body exuded mysterious luck, and the eight formations were virtual. The shadow enveloped the ten directions. Although it only lasted for a short moment, Zhuge Qinglan still caught this change.

In an instant, a majestic and inexplicable force enveloped the entire football field. At this moment, except for a few kings, everyone in the football field felt stiff and unable to move no matter what they were doing, as if they were in the hands of others. Clay is like a puppet.

The middle-aged man who seemed to have everything under control due to the presence of the old god also realized that something was wrong, and without caring about anything else, he quickly dropped the puppet in his hand, without even taking his entourage with him, and jumped up and ran towards the distance. And go.

With his level of cultivation, the distance of a hundred feet is only a matter of seconds.

However, at this moment, the distance is extremely long, like the distance between heaven and earth.

When he tried his best to escape from the football field, he saw an elegant figure at the gate.

"Qinglan, I'll be waiting for you."

After the words fell, before the middle-aged man could react, his vision went dark and he completely lost control of himself. He was like waste, with his five senses blocked.

(End of this chapter)