Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 39 Got another Yue Fei relic?
Seeing that the dignified Prime Minister of the Song Dynasty was so afraid of death, Chu Pingsheng was not in a hurry to kill him, and said jokingly:
"Externally, you colluded with the rich and powerful, and were servile. Internally, you excluded dissidents, supported four trees and three evil men, and harmed the loyal. At the same time, you enriched yourself with corruption, increased taxes, and exploited the people through indiscriminate quarrels, which made the Song Dynasty's national power increasingly weak. People like you Why don't you kill the people with one knife and keep them for the New Year?"

"A good man, a good man." Shi Miyuan crawled forward another half foot: "You are a member of the martial arts world. Have you ever heard a saying that a person cannot help himself in the world of martial arts? Since Taizong, there have been masters and masters fighting in the court. The two parties, unless I want to collude with the Jin people and betray the country for glory, are really..."

He pointed to the top of his head with a stern look on his face: "The Holy One needs people like me."

"Oh?"

"Just imagine using troops against the north. What if you win? What if you lose? Everyone knows what happened to Yue Pengju. Those who serve as officials in the dynasty are all mortals, not heroes. Who doesn't want to live a few more years? When foreigners invade the frontier, all the people ask for a fight, even the Holy Emperor , we must also take advantage of the trend and reuse the main battle officers.”

"But if the war is defeated in the end, who is responsible? Is it the common people's responsibility? Or is it the Holy One's responsibility? As ministers, even if they are unconscionable, they must put the blame on the main war faction. Only in this way can the Holy One's face be saved and the dignity of the court be maintained. At the same time, it sent a signal to the enemy that the Song court was not monolithic, paving the way for the subsequent peace talks. As a result, countless infamy and the anger of the people fell on our heads."

"A hundred years ago, the Song army was weaker than the Khitan. A hundred years later, the Song army will be defeated by the Jurchens. If one day the Song army is stronger than the enemies in the north, those of us who advocate peace will inevitably become the objects of sacrifice to the Holy Emperor, or the new The ghost of establishing authority who mainly wins over the hearts and minds of the army. As the saying goes, accompanying the emperor is like accompanying a tiger. We form cliques inside for personal gain. We just don’t want to end up like one of us fighting for the sword and others and I work for the flesh. Outside, we interact with the rich and powerful, and we are just worried about the day when the Song Dynasty will be great. If you are defeated, you can keep your wife safe and worry-free until old age.”

After Shi Miyuan finished speaking, he bowed again: "Many of the things that the people are angry about are not what we want. They are forced by the actual situation and are favored by the Holy One. I hope that the good man will understand clearly."

"..." Chu Pingsheng was silent.

Shi Miyuan thought that the above explanation had swayed him, so he struck while the iron was hot: "Hero, even if you kill me, it will still be the same if someone else becomes the prime minister. Human beings cannot resist the rise and fall of the five elements of heaven and earth."

Forget about the first half of the sentence, the rest cannot resist the general trend of rise and fall. Chu Pingsheng understands it deeply. After all, he is a person who has studied the seven prophetic poems. Because he has understood a little bit of mysteries, he was exiled to a lower level world by an unknown force. High play.

"Shi Miyuan, is this the logic behind knowing that evil is evil? Are you worthy of commenting on Yue Fei?"

Chu Pingsheng moved the spear forward again, and the tip of the spear was already close to his skin.

Shi Miyuan was so frightened that he sweated profusely on his forehead. He was already so scared that he had to pee. Elderly people don't often take baths, so the smell emanating from the outside was sour.

"Slow down, slow down, good man, wait a moment."

At the critical moment of life and death, the Prime Minister of the Song Dynasty was thinking very fast: "I have a treasure, a good treasure, Yue Peng... what the general left behind, as long as you don't kill me, I will dedicate it to you, how about it?"

What Yue Fei left behind?
Wu Mu’s suicide note? Isn't that thing in the forbidden area of ​​​​the Iron Palm Gang?
Chu Pingsheng was confused by him, and his eyes were a little wandering.

When Shi Miyuan saw that there was a chance, he quickly added more fuel: "Hero, I promise you, he is definitely a good treasure, a good treasure that anyone in the world would fight over."

Has the plot changed?

Chu Pingsheng asked tentatively: "Are you talking about Wu Mu's suicide note?"

Shi Miyuan looked confused: "What is Wu Mu's suicide note?"

This guy actually doesn't know.

It seems that Wanyan Honglie didn't tell him anything.

This is normal. For the Sixth Prince of the Jin Dynasty, Wu Mu's suicide note was the hope of resisting the Mongols and destroying the Song Dynasty. How could he easily reveal his plan to find Wu Mu's suicide note to Shi Miyuan.

And according to the situation at that time, how many of those officials were willing to spend their energy studying the crooked words left by Yue Fei? We must know that even Yue Fei's remains were carried out of the city by Wei Shun at the risk of his life and secretly buried next to the Jiuqucong Temple.

"Then what is your so-called treasure?"

Shi Miyuan pushed the spear, meaning to put this scary thing away and talk.

"You first promise to spare my life."

Seeing Chu Pingsheng withdrawing his hands as instructed, the old guy breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed a little.

"I advise you not to bite your nose or face."

"Hero, think about it, I have no use keeping General Yue's things. I would rather exchange them for my life. How can this be called a slap in the face?"

"Okay, I promise you."

Chu Pingsheng thought for a moment and pretended to agree.

Shi Miyuan swallowed and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

"It's General Yue's weapon."

Yue Fei's weapon?
I remember it was mentioned in "The Complete Biography of Shuo Yue" that it should be called Liquan Gun.

The relationship was good. As soon as he learned the Yang family gun, Shi Miyuan gave him General Yue's weapon. This trip to the Prime Minister's Mansion was not in vain.

As for the iron gun tailor-made for him by his father-in-law, I can only say sorry. After all, comparing the two, which one is more powerful, everyone with some knowledge of history will know.

"Get up and take me to get it."

"well."

Shi Miyuan got up from the ground, adjusted his robe a little, and led him behind the screen.

Chu Pingsheng threw away his gun and followed quickly.

He believed that Prime Minister Shi had seen Wu Qinglie's death and must know what should be done and what should not be done.

Behind the living room is a very narrow courtyard, with short corridors from east to west, connected to the study further north. Compared with the previous area, the small courtyard was quiet, and not a single soldier was seen.

Shi Miyuan took him to the study, walked straight to the mahogany cabinet on the left where handicrafts and antiques were placed, reached out and hugged the base of the coral ornaments and turned it clockwise.

With a soft rattling sound, the bookshelf on the opposite side rotated inward, revealing a secret passage that allowed people to pass through.

In modern society, the offices of large factories have rest rooms where the chairman and secretaries have fun. In ancient society, there were secret rooms in the homes of wealthy officials and wealthy people.

"Hero, please come this way."

Shi Miyuan waved to the secret passage and entered first.

Behind the bookshelf is a staircase going down. After walking two steps, the front suddenly opens up. A night pearl is placed in each corner of the room, and the dim light illuminates the surrounding wooden shelves.

Various precious porcelains are placed in cabinets of various sizes. Calligraphy, paintings and calligraphy stickers are arranged neatly on the shelves. There are also jade carvings and exquisite goldware in the corners.

There is no doubt that this is Shi Miyuan's treasure room, where all the good things he usually embezzles are kept.

Chu Pingsheng was not very interested in these things.

"Where are General Yue's weapons?"

Shi Miyuan walked to a wooden case in front of the north wall and said with a flattering look on his face: "Please take a look, good man."

Chu Pingsheng looked closer and was stunned when he saw something on the shelf. The Godly Liquan Gun, it was clearly a sword.

"Are you sure this is General Yue's weapon?"

"determine."

Chu Pingsheng took a step forward and took off the long sword from its holder.

The scabbard on the outside is unremarkable, with a wooden sheath body paired with a metal sheath to protect the edge of the sword and the tip of the scabbard. There is also a small ring at the top that can be tied to the belt.

Swish.

When he drew out the sword, a flash of black light came into view.

The part from the spine of the sword to the blade is dark and translucent, and upon closer inspection, no trace of forging texture can be seen.

Chu Pingsheng is no longer the rookie who just entered the world. He has some common sense about weapons such as long swords. The good swords he has seen all have patterns produced by forging, such as snowflake patterns and pine wood patterns, and in front of him Not only did this sword have no forging patterns, but there was no inscription on the sword's name or origin. It was dark and had no killing intent.

He stretched out his left thumb and scratched the blade of the sword, adding a little more force. As strong as he was, he actually felt a hint of coldness, and a very faint white mark appeared on the pad of his finger.

What does this mean?
If he slashed with enough force, even he would be injured.

The basic effect of [Mahayana Paradise Demonic Body] is that it is difficult to be injured by ordinary soldiers. Obviously, this sword goes beyond the scope of ordinary soldiers and has reached the level of a divine weapon in this martial arts world.

Perhaps Shi Miyuan deliberately used the gimmick of Yue Fei's relics to make a deal with him, but it is undeniable that this sword is indeed a treasure.

"Let me ask you, what's so special about this sword?"

Chu Pingsheng's expression changed after asking, because he noticed that Shi Miyuan quietly retreated to the east wall while he was observing the sword.

Just as he turned his head, the old man pressed something, and with a click, the wall rotated, revealing the corridor behind it.

Oh, the west wall leads to the study, and there is actually a secret passage on the east wall, three cunning rabbit caves.

"Want to run?"

Chu Pingsheng did not chase after him. He shook his hand and said...

puff!
Shi Miyuan ran into the corridor and fell down. There was a spear pointed in his back - Chu Pingsheng broke it off from the handle of the gun when he left the living room, in order to deal with Shi Miyuan's little tricks.

The dignified Prime Minister of the Song Dynasty, a generation of powerful ministers, died like this.

"Cheng..."

"Prime Minister."

"Prime Minister!"

"The Prime Minister is missing."

At this moment, there was a faint sound of voices coming from the entrance of the secret room. It seemed that the patrolling soldiers noticed something unusual and went to the living room to check and saw the body of Wu Qinglie, the life-seeking gun.

Chu Pingsheng knew it was time to leave. He held the sword in his hand that was suspected to be a relic of Yue Fei. His eyes scanned the calligraphy and paintings of famous people and rare treasures in the secret room. He shook his head, entered the east corridor, and walked forward quickly.

Yang Tiexin is a descendant of Yang Zaixing, who was Yue Fei's general. Perhaps his cheap father-in-law knew the origin of this sword.

(End of this chapter)