Fu Canglu

Chapter 639 The Tiger of the South ([-])

Passing through the deck of the dragon boat, Jiang Feng was densely blocked. The soldiers on both sides stood with big halberds, standing silently and solemnly, making way for Qi Shu.

The deck of the dragon boat sank slightly.

Someone jumped high, then fell, and the straw sandals made a small splash.

Qi Shu made a "please" gesture for Ning Fengxiu.

Please enter the urn.

Ning Fengxiu looked around, he was sure that these euphorbia soldiers were all good soldiers in Qi Liang's army, but at this moment, he did not hide his evil spirit towards him at all.

"Since it's a negotiation, you and I will meet each other honestly." Qi Shu said with a smile, "Qi is just a scholar, and I ask Mr. Ning to unload the gun."

Ning Fengxiu was wearing a rough hemp robe from the period of the Eight Great Kingdoms, and he didn't even carry a piece of soft armor.

Because he knows

If the negotiations on this dragon boat collapse, it is very likely that there will be no return.

He left the gun at the end of the deck, said softly "Don't tear the cloth", followed Qi Shu's pace without any hesitation.

Walking forward, there is a wide corridor behind the deck of the dragon boat. Ning Fengxiu looked around, not only the halberds, but also the shield guards and crossbowmen. The entire dragon boat was filled with various types of troops.

He followed Qi Shu silently.

"Chen Wanjuan did the unforgivable thing. You and I know the essence of this matter. It is meaningless to argue. Now that it is on the table, you should understand that the Northern Wei Dynasty needs to be the only son of the champion Hou. Pay the price."

Qi Shu walked all the way and spoke all the way, followed by the great general Wang Luo who walked cautiously.

A high platform was built on the dragon boat, and on the top was a gazebo.

Ascend to the gazebo, the cool gauze is billowing, you can see the distance clearly, and a thin river mist rises on the river at this moment.

Ning Fengxiu just glanced slightly, unable to see clearly what happened in the distance.

"Zipao's letter. To be honest, it surprised me."

Qi Shu, who was sitting on the side of the gazebo, lightly tapped the table with his fist: "Luoyang is willing to cede territory...as the price for peace."

Only then did Ning Fengxiu regain his senses.

He was ordered to come to Qijiang when he was in danger, and the information he got was very simple. No matter what request Qi Liang made, in order to save his last breath, Northern Wei would agree.

But he didn't expect that Luoyang had already made the decision to cede the territory.

Ning Fengxiu's complexion was not pretty.

Subdue the soldiers without fighting, and cut off the land of Wei without fighting.

He originally thought that Luoyang would be willing to donate a large amount of gold, silver and jewelry, or part of the trade negotiations, in exchange for a short rest. He never thought that the situation was so urgent that Luoyang had to make such a choice.

Next, Qi Shu looked at Ning Fengxiu as if he was looking at a fool, and more like looking at the purple-robed master who wrote to him.

He said jokingly: "The territory you chose to give up is Xiguan?"

Wang Luo, who was standing on the side, lowered his eyebrows and felt extremely funny when he heard this sentence from Mr. Qi Shu.

Tiger poison still does not eat seeds.

In a majestic country, those who cede land for peace and choose to cede are the regions with the strongest combat power and the most powerful regions in recent years.

"It seems that Luoyang has no hope of conquering Xiguan." Qi Shu closed his eyes slightly, and occasionally leaked his gaze, which fell vaguely on Jiang Wu in the distance: "This is counting on Qi Liang to help the Northern Wei Dynasty beat Jiang Qingyi to his knees." Next, recover the territory for the Northern Wei Dynasty?"

Ning Fengxiu kept smiling, and slowly clenched his fists resting on his knees.

He took a deep breath calmly, but the veins on his forehead couldn't help bulging.

anger.

There are no more emotions than anger.

whose idea is this
Why do those people, those people in Luoyang refuse to admit their mistakes, why do they have to force them to die?Jiang Qingyi has come to the present step by step, which step was not forced by Luoyang, and which step was not Luoyang's self-righteous cutting off all escape routes, forcing people to a desperate situation?

The civil war in the Northern Wei Dynasty will also involve Qi Liang and suppress Jiang Qingyi together.

Can this usher in peace?

Jiang Qingyi died, and the wolves were lured into the house. Was that the peace they wanted?

Regardless of the outcome of this negotiation, how ridiculous is the content of this negotiation alone?

"Knowing that this is a fire pit, but still willing to jump into it, I have to admire your courage and ignorance." Qi Shu smiled, and the distance was less than a foot away, and he asked slowly: "Luoyang is not naive. Lingcheng chose to become a teacher because of Chen Wanjuan? With things at this point, is there still room for redemption?"

Ning Fengxiu suddenly narrowed his eyes, and the hairs all over his body stood on end.

The crossbowman staying on the dragon boat began to silently reload the string and press the arrowhead on the spring.

The chilling air swept over, and the sound of loading arrows on the deck of the dragon boat came and went.
Qi Shu asked softly, "Is Mr. Ning angry for Xiguan?"

Waiting for an answer.

"His Majesty is equally outraged and ashamed at such a departure from his comrades."

Across a green pear wood table.

above the gazebo.

Qi Shu stood up.

"The majestic Wei, pretending to be the northern kingdom, [-] miles of floating soil, abandoning Xiguan without regard for life and death, treating life as worthless"

"Today I am in Qiliang, with a million halberds and a hundred dragon boats. The name is justified, and the heaven and the people return. One is to avenge His Highness, and the other is to fight against violence by Cang Li."

Qi Shu's eyes were fixed on Ning Fengxiu who was sitting opposite the gazebo. The four vassal kings of the Northern Wei Dynasty had already gone to the third, and the only one was the Sirius vassal in front of him.

The middle-aged man sitting opposite the gazebo, when he heard Qi Shu speak, he already knew that this negotiation was just a joke. The fire pit, this is indeed a fire pit, but no matter how big or deep the fire pit is, it is now placed in the Northern Wei Dynasty. In front of me, do I still have to choose?He would rather Fengxiu come or not come, could it change anything?
The vigilance of the warrior made Ning Fengxiu sit on the gazebo chair, feeling like he was sitting on pins and needles all the time. At this moment, he still pressed his knees, with the last trace of luck in his heart, and asked with a sigh: "Sir. What exactly do you want to say?"

The frail scholar who stood up smiled, took out the purple long talisman from his waist, pressed it on the table, and slowly pushed it forward.

A Tiger Talisman.

From south up.

Qi Shu stared at Ning Fengxiu.

He wanted to say the next sentence for the old man who was standing on the bank of the river and staring at Beiguo at the moment.

On the tiger talisman, fierce and evil spirits are lifelike
Just like what His Majesty said, there are nineteen Dao realms in Qiliang, nineteen great vassal kings, and 110 thirty-seven thousand and eight hundred masters with brilliant and divine power, the world can be measured!
Qi Liang fierce tiger, rides the wind and goes south.

I've been waiting for this moment for so many years.
There was complete silence on and off the dragon boat, the sound of the bow and crossbow being tensed was mixed with the sound of tense and weak breathing, and only Qi Shu's firm voice could be heard from the gazebo.
"I want to destroy Wei."

"Ah."

After a short silence, the man sitting across from him smiled self-deprecatingly.

Laughter contains many meanings, including pain and struggle, relief, and more of a mockery of oneself.

As early as when they set off, they had already expected the current outcome, but they never thought that the so-called failed negotiation outcome would be so straightforward and neat, with no room for retention.

"I guess Qi Liang's dragon boat has...arrived on the southern line now? It's shameless and reasonable to take advantage of the unpreparedness by stealthily taking advantage of it."

Ning Fengxiu loosened his fists slightly. After learning that there was no room for recovery, he seemed to be relieved, and calmly looked into the eyes of the young scholar in front of him. Qi Shu didn't nod or shake his head, so he got his own The answer is, through the thick river mist, I turned my head slightly. I couldn’t see anything, but I seemed to see the conflict that broke out on the river line on the south bank of the Northern Wei Dynasty. Now that the war has begun, sit in the gazebo and negotiate the long-awaited negotiations. Before it could start, it was over.

Ning Fengxiu lowered his head, smiled, and murmured softly: "Why are you here?"

Qi Shu said blankly, "You have to blame yourself."

"Ah" Ning Fengxiu was slightly taken aback, raised his head after a while, and said with a smile: "Yes."

The next moment the gauze of the gazebo collapsed, Wang Luo pressed Qi Shu's shoulder and threw it back, exerting force with his palm in mid-air, and pushed the scholar out of his hand gently.

Qi Shu was caught by the soldiers waiting under the gazebo, he staggered two steps, his face was a little pale, he looked up, next to his ears, arrows shot out, and the cool wind above his head rolled back the gauze curtain of the gazebo It collapsed in an instant, and the two figures stuck together, claws like tigers, Ning Fengshou lifted the table, and the fragile green wood table was shattered by the palm of the wind, Wang Luo grabbed the green wood with one hand, withheld On the shoulder of the Great Feudal King in front of him, his complexion changed slightly in an instant.

Ning Fengxiu has been immersed in martial arts for many years. When the Eight Great Kingdoms conquered him, he was one of the few ninth ranks. Due to the pressure of the demons, he could not continue to break through. After the Spring and Autumn Period, many evildoers came out. Wang Zao had already hidden in the middle of the rivers and lakes and temples, and he was safe and sound so as not to cause trouble.

Tianque's information gave Ning Fengxiu a very regretful evaluation.

If you stop at the ninth grade in your life, no matter how difficult it is to advance.

The time of the Eight Kingdoms was very different from the Spring and Autumn Period. At that time, the Nine Ranks were like dry seedlings, but now they are like carp crossing the river. As long as they have some qualifications, are young enough, willing to work hard, and have the support of pills, they can always reach this step.

However, under this grasp, Wang Luo was extremely shocked. His fingertips fell, and there was a clang. Open, fingers numb.

What kind of physique is he still practicing?
It's not just the realm of Little King Kong!
Before he could think about it, the scalp-numbing sound of the arrow piercing through the air suddenly sounded. Wang Luo took a step back and grabbed the big pillar of the gazebo with one hand. The thick stone pillar was crushed by him. Great gun!
The second divine general of Qiliang, who once fought against the great sage of the monster clan, took out his long spear and poked it out in an instant. The tip of the spear was like a dragon. The whole pavilion shattered under one shot, flying stones splashed in all directions, and then arrow shadows spread all over the sky. Submerge the high platform.

(End of this chapter)