Fu Canglu

Chapter 70

Outside Fengting City, black armor is everywhere.

Another day will be the third round of the reception.

In Daqigong's view, the third round of the reception is not a big day.

But what happened next would make himself famous through the ages.

It was a big and vigorous event that happened under his hands.

Nangong Banruo's expression was quite disturbed.

He took a deep breath, looked at the direction of Fengting City without showing the mountains and water, looked twice more, couldn't help but licked his scarlet lips, and stood with his hands behind his back.

"If the news from the Chess Palace is correct, as soon as the reception ends tomorrow, your old Palace Master will remove the monks in a radius of ten miles from Shen Jianhu, leaving only the four great feudal lords and Princess Longque of the Northern Wei Dynasty behind." Yuan Sizhi The Buddha beads in his palm were spinning rapidly, as if he was thinking about things before and after, he murmured: "The Fengting city is empty, and the Sixteen-character Battalion is dispatched in full force, moving the whole body with one move, taking over the four-way soldier talisman, and heading straight to Luoyang."

Grand Master Chess didn't reply, just pursed his lips tightly.

Yuan Sizhi smiled and said: "Qigong is so courageous, dare to sing this unique show with the prince."

"Extreme household drama is not really called. Even if things happen, our chess palace is capable of getting out." The big chess master's lips were as scarlet as a monster, and he smiled: "Besides, a few days ago, I took in a young chess master, which can be regarded as searching for the chess palace. to a plastic chess piece."

"Nangong Banruo." Yuan Sizhi called the Grand Master Qi by his name, narrowing his eyes slightly and said, "Tomorrow will be the banquet and the battle will start. The identity of that assassin is so important, can't it be revealed?"

After confirming the identities of the allies of the two parties, Yuan Sizhi asked about the mysterious killer who assassinated Longque in the chess palace no less than ten times, but it was a pity that the big chess master didn't seem to reveal anything in advance. message idea.

as predicted.

Nangong Banruo, the majestic chess player, chuckled lightly and said nothing.

Then the great chess master seemed to have changed his mind and spoke lightly.

"There are four killers in the younger generation of the Great Xia Qi Palace."

Spring, summer, autumn and winter.

"It's Xia." He said lightly, "I didn't want to say it before, because I was afraid that this chess game was an anti-bone chess game that you Xiguan feudal king and Luoyang came to kill my chess palace. I still have to hide it. But now it seems that since the guy from Luoyang has also come to Fengting, it doesn’t matter if he talks about it or not. I understand, my chess palace still has hidden means, even if this stubborn eagle breaks the contract, I'm not afraid that he can fly out of the palm of my hand."

Yuan Sizhi listened carefully to Grand Master Qi's words, and a smile appeared on his face again.

"Luoyang Cao Zhixuan has started mobilizing troops." Yuan Sizhi lightly stroked his severed finger, as if trying to calm someone's irritability, and said with a smile: "The man in the harem forcibly suppressed the military talisman according to the plan, and Luoyang's military mobilization was a day late. Planning for tomorrow, everything is ready."

Grand Master Chess nodded thoughtfully, but a sense of anxiety rose in his heart, and he couldn't hold it back any longer, he waved his hand to call for Gu Shengcheng, and ordered: "You leave Fengting tomorrow, and follow the order of my Young Master Chess Palace. "

Gu Shengcheng nodded, and took the young master's order from Nangong Banruo. Unexpectedly, the master of chess frowned, and said in a deeper tone: "Don't leave tomorrow, start now. Start now, the sooner the better."

Gu Shengcheng rode his horse and galloped wildly, disappearing into the vast night.

Grand Master Chess watched the bluish-gray desolate figure go all the way west until it disappeared from sight, and then he opened his mouth thoughtfully.

"Yuan Sizhi, tell me, who sent Cao Zhixuan to Fengting City?" Nangong Banruo's voice was a little cold, and his face was suspicious: "Xuanhuang Jianzong was sent by him to protect the Northern Wei Dragon Bird. Is it the King of Hades who escorted him to Fengting?"

Yuan Sizhi didn't respond, and said after a while, "It's that Hades."

"I don't want Cao Zhixuan's life in my chess palace, I only want the soul of that dragon sparrow to return to its sheath." The voice of the big chess master was soft and shuddering, "I don't care what you think, but that King of Hades is notoriously difficult to deal with. Something happened, so that the Qi Palace did not take back the demon sword soul. You have to think about it, it is not impossible for the old Palace Master to flatten this acre of land in Luoyang in a fit of anger, who will bear the consequences?"

Yuan Sizhi accelerated the speed of the beads in his hand, and tentatively asked, "What do you mean?"

"That King of Hades has already cultivated the original meaning, even if he is sucked into the space of the Sword Tomb, he can break through the barrier." Nangong Prajna narrowed his eyes and said: "You and I go to the space of the Sword Tomb to intercept and kill the King of Hades, even if you We can't kill her, and we definitely can't let her return to Fengting City."

Yuan Sizhi resolutely refused, saying: "The sixteen-character battalion has sealed Fengting, so there must be no fewer people in the town."

Nangong Banruo smiled, with a sense of joking: "Xiguan glances at one finger and one shadow at a time. Without you, Yuan Sizhi, the Sixteen Characters Camp can still play well."

Yuan Sizhi was a little helpless, and said: "Can't you let the shadow accompany you? He is stronger than me in terms of assassination ability."

"Yuan Zhongcheng, don't play tricks with me." Nangong Banruo's voice suddenly dropped a few times, and cursed: "The old palace master has put the next 100 years of Qigong on the soul of that dragon bird. If things go wrong tomorrow Even if the old palace lord leveled the Northern Wei Dynasty, I wouldn't blink, but if I can't bring back the soul of the dragon sparrow, the old palace lord will take my life to wipe the knife. At this time, you still dare to play tricks with me?"

Yuan Sizhi laughed dumbly and said: "Mr. Nangong is good at calculating, and now he is still preventing the prince and Luoyang from joining forces to play the middle game?"

Nangong Banruo sneered, and said: "Of course I am very afraid of death, that shadow plus that King of Hades, even if I add another life, it's not enough."

Yuan Sizhi nodded slightly, agreeing to Nangong Banruo's request.Suddenly he asked curiously: "There are four assassins in Qigong's generation, which one is the strongest?"

Nangong Banruo glanced at Yuan Sizhi lightly, and said indifferently: "Spring, summer, autumn and winter are just ordinary ninth grades. They can't be regarded as the real strong players of Qigong's generation."

Yuan Sizhi let out a thoughtful oh, and the rotation of the Buddhist beads in his hand stopped slightly.

He turned his head slightly, looking in the direction of Fengting City.

The string of Buddhist beads in his hand no longer rotated.

Everything went according to Xiguan's plan.

The white-robed prince knew things like a god.

It is certain that Nangong Banruo, who is extremely life-saving, will definitely enter the space of Jianzhong by himself.

To intercept and kill Yan Xiaoqi, Nangong Prajna was not very sure.

If it was accompanied by a shadow, the Grand Master of Chess might not see the light of day again for the rest of his life after being buried in the sword mound.Putting on Yuan Four Fingers, it was Nangong Banruo who left a way out for himself.

Is it just that I'm so easy to bully?Yuan Sizhi smiled inexplicably.

"Mr. Nangong." Yuan Sizhi said lightly, "Do you regret it?"

Nangong Banruo frowned slightly, and said with a faint smile: "People from Qigong never regret what they do."

Yuan Sizhi nodded.

The four fingers clenched the beads tightly.

His face was dull, and there was an extremely incomprehensible emotion in his eyes.

is grief.

And there's just a touch of madness.

The night in Fengting City was extremely long.

There is no frost in June, but weeds are growing wildly. In this difficult long night, I try my best to straighten my spine and raise my head to the sky.

It was pitch black, and the sky was about to fall.

Fengting City City Lord's Mansion.

A dim yellow lamp lights up the square wooden table.

Yan Xiaoqi gently rolled out the rice paper, and slowly rolled the ink for the man.

Cao Zhixuan sat extremely straight, with his back upright like the sky. Even though he was sitting in front of a desk, the Northern Wei emperor still exuded a very powerful aura.

Yan Xiaoqi looked intently, the handwriting on that piece of paper was extremely neat, and the small seal script was delicate, as if written by a woman.

"Before the Spring and Autumn Period, both he and I liked calligraphy." With a smile on his face, Cao Zhixuan moved his pen in a leisurely manner, dipping his brush in the ink and wandering around, sketching dots and falls on a one-foot-long white Xuan, deflecting the pen very spiritually, bringing out a piece of paper. stunning.

"Li Qing is very stubborn." Cao Zhixuan murmured to himself while writing, "They all call him a stubborn eagle. He won't turn his head until he hits the south wall, and he won't open his mouth to call out even if his head is bleeding." It hurts once, and it is even more impossible to turn around."

"He accepts death. If he believes that a person will not change again, even if that person changes, he will not change." Cao Zhixuan was a little dazed, and said: "If I don't let him seal the south, I just tell him that the door of the Northern Wei Dynasty does not need him to guard it. He only needs to guard the westernmost part of the Northern Wei Dynasty, enjoy the titles and honors that I have given him, and as his Xiguan vassal, he has conquered half of my country, so there is no reason to treat him badly."

"He is so stubborn, is he trying to prove to me that now he can still take the other half of the country from me?" Cao Zhixuan was a little lost.

Yan Xiaoqi watched the strokes on the paper become thicker and lighter, His Majesty stopped using the ink, and the writing became lighter and lighter.

"Knowing what to do and being at peace with one's fate is the ultimate in virtue."

Yan Xiaoqi was silent.

"Since we know that nothing can be changed, let nature take its course." Cao Zhixuan was rather playful, squinting his eyes at the white paper, taking each word into his eyes.

"This sentence was what he said to me at that time." Cao Zhixuan sighed, picked up his pen again, and wrote on the paper again.

Yan Xiaoqi's pupils shrank slightly, the pen fell down again, and his style of brushwork changed completely, from introverted to outward, raging across the paper with an extremely domineering posture, turning over the white, and repeatedly stretching the black ink on the paper. on paper.

A huge character lay across the original very light ink stain.

"Knowing what to do and being at peace with one's fate is not the ultimate virtue."

Cao Zhixuan smiled but said: "That's what I told him at the time."

"I know the fate, but I don't believe it. I'm going to fight for it." The Northern Wei Emperor said in a very soft voice, "He wants to fight now, and I'll give him this chance."

Yan Xiaoqi looked at this piece of paper, the criss-cross characters on the paper were really shocking.

Otherwise, she counted.

No more, no less, sixteen characters.

Cao Zhixuan looked at this piece of paper, and said playfully: "I hid a chess piece under his hands back then, do you think that chess piece has been dug out?"

Yan Xiaoqi didn't answer.

Cao Zhixuan sighed softly: "I must have known about it a long time ago, and deliberately spared his life."

The emperor of the Northern Wei Dynasty crumpled up the rice paper stained with ink.

He looks out the window.

"The sky will fall."

There was no warning about this sentence, Cao Zhixuan's voice was a little sad.

Yan Xiaoqi didn't understand why the emperor reached out to wipe his eyes.

Following his gaze, the night outside the window was particularly intense.

A cold light flickered on and off in the dark night.

Iron and blood fierce, more glaring than moonlight.

(End of this chapter)