He had no idea that Xue Daoyong had received a secret letter from the capital, nor did he know that Changsun Wuchuan had written a secret letter and sent it to the Guogong clan outside the pass. From Li Guanyi's perspective, he could only feel that kind of mountainous situation more and more.

The rain is about to come and the wind fills the building with oppression.

The star-gazing school of the Eastern Continent, and the third chief of the Yin-Yang family.

Yingguoguan is a vassal under the command of a foreign prince.

The Xue family outside Luozi Pass.

There is a change in the world, the heroes are dormant, like rain clouds moving over the vast swamp, the thunder is dull.

Although he didn't say anything, Li Guanyi felt the importance of power more and more. He was more and more eager to enter the country, eager to reach that level that seemed to be extremely special among various sects. Ever since Changsun Wuchuan came here, Xue Daoyong

He seems to have something on his mind, so he should meditate more and sit quietly.

Li Guanyi went to the secret realm to practice more and more diligently. Every time he came back, he could be easily found by [Si Ming].

when!

The chopsticks hit the table with a crisp sound.

[Si Ming] Sitting on the stool, he sat next to Li Guanyi, and the huge black turtle lay quietly next to him.

This is the tavern where the old shopkeeper of Huichun Hall took Li Guanyi to eat before. Siming also liked this kind of place. He was holding a glass of one-cent wine, sipping it slowly, looking outside, and said: "The sky is rising.

The clouds are getting angry, it looks like Little Friend Zu is coming soon..."

"Big changes are coming."

Li Guanyi remembered that when his eldest grandson Wuchuan came a few days ago, the old man [Si Ming] rushed up and told him that a gentleman named Zu was coming. When Li Guanyi asked what he was doing, the old man laughed.

He pointed in the direction of Jiangzhou City and said, "Come and disturb this stagnant pool."

It was Xuangui's explanation, and Li Guanyi understood it roughly.

That ancestor was a master of numerology and went to Jiangzhou City to rescue Yue Shuai.

[Si Ming] Holding a glass of strong wine, this wine is made from the roots of a plant. It only has a throat-sharp aroma, but no intoxicating aroma. It is something that men who work hard work like, please ask for it.

It's this strong drink that cuts your throat like a knife.

The old man swallowed the wine and smacked his lips, but it seemed to taste even better than the wine at the palace ceremony. He shook his head, looked at the young man over there, and said with a smile: "You are thinking about entering the country, and you want the highest level.

Entering the country, the military strategist is the Holy Body of Hundred Wars, the Taoist sect is the innate Taoist embryo, and the Buddhist sect is the reincarnation."

"Confucians want to find people who are destined by heaven, while Mohists want to pay attention to benevolence and righteousness."

"In my view, the key is not only to fight, but also to adapt to the right time, place, and people."

Li Guanyi asked: "What is the right time and right place?"

[Si Ming] smiled and pointed at the sky outside, where the clouds were thick, and said: "Can't you feel it yourself? Looking at the history books, every time in troubled times, great talents must be born, just like

Just like the rolling waves of a river, the dragon can take advantage of the trend and take off."

"Now the small Guanyicheng is a gathering point of the world's general trend."

"It's not the biggest, but it's not too small either."

"Chen Guo will hold a grand sacrifice to his ancestors in two months."

"And such a sacrifice requires a [Yin Yang Sect] like me, as well as a master of sutra calculation, among whom Zu Xiaoyou is the strongest in the contemporary era... When such a person steps into Jiangzhou, he can persuade Emperor Chen to change a certain

Some decisions.”

"And Zu Xiaoyou's deduction skills are enough to break through the formation that imprisoned Commander Yue..."

"They hope to prevent him from entering the capital no matter what."

"Besides, I'm afraid he has already been assassinated."

Assassination.

Li Guan asked: "Senior, is it safe to come to Guan Yicheng?"

[Si Ming] said drunkenly: "That's why we want to build momentum here, hold a celebrity gathering here that will attract the world's attention, and then let Zu Xiaoyou step into the eyes of the world and come to the front. In that case,

He will be safe and powerful, and no one will dare to touch him."

"Those who tried to kill him before must still protect him."

The old man said: "Isn't it strange? I feel strange too."

"Those people in the capital are actually very awkward."

"They want to do all kinds of things and don't want others to know."

"Some things are worthless in the dark. Even celebrities in the world can have no scruples about underground killers. But if something is in the open, it is a big thing that even a thousand ounces of gold can't cover.

Even if you yell and scold them in front of them, they need to endure it."

Siming touched the beard on his chin and made an evaluation, saying: "It's just like peeing. Old man, I can just find an old tree and take a dip in it. It will be painful and comfortable. No one can do it."

I caught it, but what if I took a dip in the old tree on the emperor’s tomb?”

"What if this matter is still being noticed?"

"What if the person you are looking at happens to be the emperor?"

"Are they all different?"

"Even if that person doesn't care about this, he will still get angry because of this reason, and he will still do things that are in line with his status and position under the influence of this general trend. This is the trend, and the world is a big stagnant pool.

, as long as there is no one inside who will not be affected.”

Si Ming looked at the sky outside and said with rare seriousness:

"However, these are all the old man's bullshit. Just listen to it. Well, all the sects and sects are coming here. There is a big literary conference, and the literary spirit is soaring. This is the general trend. But little friend Zu is outside, how can he walk in here in a dignified way?

, just like the trapped dragon emerging from the water in Go."

Li Guan asked: "Why don't you go outside to pick him up?"

The old man was quiet for a while, his eyes were still clear and not drunk, and he said softly:

"It would be great if we could catch him outside; but we don't know how many of the famous people in the world are trustworthy and how many of them are traitors. The bones of a warrior may not be strong, and the heart of a scholar is

It may not be innocent."

"Is the person under the armor a jackal or a brave man? Is the person under the long gown a pig, dog or character?"

"I don't know, even the old man can't see it..."

"So it's impossible for him to expose his true position. He can only come to find us. As I said just now, when a group of literati gather together, even the bones can taste the spirit of the people."

"There are some warriors who help little friend Zu, and some who intercept him."

"This time, Mohism, Taoism, Confucianism, rivers and lakes, the imperial court, martial arts, civil and military forces are like dragons and tigers, gathered in Guanyicheng. You think, wouldn't it be considered a surging force in the general trend? If you can jump to it.

If you pass, you will be able to achieve a superior foundation."

Siming patted Li Guanyi's shoulder.

He let out a wine burp.

The young man smelled like alcohol.

His eyes were filled with drunkenness, and what he just said seemed like drunken talk.

Li Guanyi paid for the wine and food for the old man. It started raining, and the spring rain was as moist as crisp. Li Guanyi left an umbrella and walked into the rain with his own umbrella. Old Siming slowly looked at the scenery outside.

The rain fell like a curtain of beads, splashing on the ground.

Counting one, two, three, four, five, he suddenly laughed.

The fat shopkeeper laughed: "What the old gentleman just said makes sense in the world."

Men mostly like to talk about big things.

The old man slapped the table and laughed, drunkenly and triumphantly:

"A bit rougher, but pretty much the same."

"In the final analysis, all the big and small things in this world are no different than the old man's peeing!"

The fat shopkeeper smiled kindly and said yes, yes, yes.

Lao Siming swayed and took another wine bowl, poured a bowl of strong liquor and placed it on the stool.

The black turtle lowered his head and drank the strong drink, while the old man looked at the sky outside.

His eyes could see the destiny of heaven and earth converging, like waves, Mohism, Taoism, Confucianism, Yin-Yang school, court, Jianghu, literati, martial arts. He tapped the table and cups with his chopsticks,

Ding ding dong dong ding ding dong seemed to combine with the sound of rain to form a song.

Xuangui lowered his head to drink, while Siming laughed loudly and sang with a voice like that of an old farmer:

"The weather is smooth and the people are happy, but it is not like the imperial city's red and purple robes. The world is fields for harvesting at will, the people are for cattle to drive at will, scholars and celebrities talk about great talents, and warriors fight with swords for bravery."

"Think, think, think!"

"I can recite poems and share lyrics, speak poems and sing songs, and there are no mistakes."

"My lips, my words, my words are as good as my words, and I can remember many clever words!"
To be continued...