Eight hundred and twentieth eighth chapter first month fifteenth full moon tower
In the garden, the guests who came first were chatting softly. These people were all from a poor family like Fan Jin. When the Central Plains were rich, the nobles would also pay attention to the Central Plains.
Fan Jin introduced Zhu Biao to the people present one by one, including thirteen scholars and twenty civil servants. Nine of them had served as low-level civil servants, and four of them still hold positions.
Those with positions, experience, and training. Compared with the other twenty-four white bodies, these nine people were obviously more natural and calm when facing Zhu Biao, and their aura of youthfulness was also three points less.
But...they are all mediocre talents!
The banquet was also an interview. Zhu Biao was the examiner. There were thirty-three people, which was a lot of people, but none of them stood out.
But even so, Zhu Biao also included all these people. It is really because the gradually expanding establishment of the Hedong Army system is too short of educated people. Not to mention the thirty-three people, even with a zero at the end, the Hedong Army also
Can accommodate it.
"After you return home, you can tell your relatives and friends that if you are willing to go north with us, our Hedong Army will not refuse anyone who comes."
After the banquet, Zhu Biao thanked Fan Jin very much. The thirty-three talented people all agreed with each other, which was of great benefit to the Hedong Army. Fan Jin's loyalty immediately climbed up a notch.
And the last words he said during the banquet had already reached the ears of those who cared before dawn the next day.
King Tang smiled softly and didn't care. Ji Yun narrowed his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking.
The Lantern Festival on the 15th day of the first lunar month is getting closer and closer, and the city of Beiping is already decorated with lanterns and colorful lights, and the alert has been raised to the highest level.
On the first day of the New Year, there was no reaction in Beiping City. But during the Lantern Festival, everyone felt even more nervous. As a tradition in the Central Plains, on the fifteenth night of the first lunar month, the government and the people had fun together, and the king of Tang was bound to appear at the Moon Tower in the east of the city.
The city is not like a wilderness. There are many low-rise buildings and high-rise buildings here. The alleys and lanes are complicated. It is difficult to deploy the army, but the masters are at ease. When the king of Tang appears on Wangyue Tower, the danger is greater than when he goes out on patrol in the city.
As great masters whose strength is comparable to that of the innate masters, Zhu Biao and Lu Liang were both included in the Tang Palace's fighting force that night to protect Wangyue Tower.
For this reason, Zhu Biao received a system prompt yesterday: Level 1, prove himself. He was required to kill an enemy martial arts master under the spotlight and prove that he had top-level combat power.
Zhu Biao accepted it without hesitation.
On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the city of Beiping turned into a nightless sky. The city was filled with colorful lights and gorgeous eyes. Zhu Biao could not help but think of a poem from his previous life:
"The east wind blows thousands of flowers and trees at night, and they blow down, and the stars are like rain. BMWs and carved cars fill the road with fragrance. The sound of phoenix and flute moves, the light of jade pot turns, and fish and dragons dance all night."
This half-que poem by Xin Qiji really vividly exaggerates the dazzling splendor of the Lantern Festival.
"Haha, I didn't expect that Commander Zhu was not only extremely powerful in military and military affairs, but he was also very talented in literature."
Zhu Biao's muttering to himself was not loud, he just felt deep in his heart, and unconsciously thought of his past life. Unexpectedly, half of the words had already fallen into the ears of King Tang.
When he calmed down, he felt dozens of eyes on his back. When he turned around, he saw the princes including the King of Tang, King of Song, King of Han, and King of Yan, as well as the maids serving the wine, all staring at him.
The eyes are indescribably different and novel, and envious.
"Don't dare to be greedy for merit. This is the work left by the seniors of the school. Biao, seeing the prosperity of the Peking Festival, he recalled it with emotion."
"Oh? It was actually done by an elder of Zhu Qing's sect. It is really talented, and its brilliance is not inferior to the famous masterpieces that have been passed down through the ages. But I don't know the name of who it is? Unfortunately, I can't see it in person.
Furthermore, there are still unfinished meanings in this poem, so why don’t you recite it again so that I can enjoy it?"
The King of Tang's words were very casual. He was not condescending, but more like an equal.
"The moth is a golden wisp of snow and willows, and the laughter is full of hidden fragrance. The crowd has searched for him a thousand times, but suddenly looking back, that person is there, in the dimly lit place."
Zhu Biao was not pretentious and opened his mouth to speak the second half of the song "The Sapphire Case. Yuan Xi". And the charm in it was even greater than the first half.
"The crowd searched for him thousands of times, but suddenly I looked back, and there he was, in a dimly lit place..."
Ancient Chinese culture is connected with the civilization of this world. This poem by Xin Qiji has a place in Song poetry, and it can still touch people's hearts here. This sense of resonance even arose on the spot.
I don’t know how many people in Wangyue Tower were fascinated by this sentence at this moment!
"Aloof and indifferent, superior to the vulgar, different from the vulgar and vulgar..." Tang Wang felt in his heart, his eyes flashed with light, he tasted the feeling, there was a sense of frustration in the words, and it was different from the frustration of people in the world.
Because he is very familiar with this kind of frustration. There are too many such frustrations in thousands of poems.
It's eight o'clock in the evening, and the night is getting dark.
Hundreds of thousands of people poured into the streets, laughing beside colorful lanterns and amusing lantern riddles.
In the stands of Wangyue Tower, the king of Tang Dynasty was enjoying himself with the people with a calm demeanor.
Zhu Biao, Lu Liang, and more than a dozen grandmaster-level combatants, as well as a group of experts several times that amount, were all concentrating on guarding against the enemies that were about to come out at any time.
Yes, letting the enemy go into Beiping City and attack Wangyue Tower was a sign of the Tang King's weakness and lack of power. But other than that, the Tang King had no other choice.
Even with the overt and covert help from the martial arts community in Northern Xinjiang and the masters sent from the six northern kingdoms, they are still very fragile compared to the five hundred years of accumulation of the Tianjing royal family.
Cuofei Tianjing is being restrained from all sides. The man on the dragon throne only needs to send half of the top people to destroy the Tang Palace in Beiping City.
Wanting to keep the enemy out of the city is just wishful thinking.
The safest thing for King Tang tonight is to hide in the palace and not come out. But if you do this, you will lose face ten times more than fighting at Wangyue Tower. You will also be despised by others. If you cannot come out, you are a coward.
"Coming!"
To Zhu Biao's left hand, the old eunuch accompanying Prince Tang, who was also the old manager of Prince Tang's Mansion, suddenly had his eyes gleaming and looked straight at the street below Wangyue.
There is a strong gathering of feminine Qi all over the body!
At this time, Zhu Biao felt a faint murderous aura.
The manager's surname was Liu. His voice was not loud, but it could not stop the experts in the stands. Everyone gathered their skills in an instant.
"There are heroes coming down below, why not come up and have a drink together?"
Standing up, King Tang raised his glass and said. He has also practiced martial arts, although his strength is only through the two channels of Ren and Du. Compared with the masters who will challenge tonight, it is not worth mentioning. But with the help of the old manager, this sentence
Although the words were not loud, they were easily conveyed to the ears of everyone within a hundred feet of Wangyue Tower.
Zhu Biao sharply noticed that the middle-aged man beside the "Chanxi Flying to the Moon" lantern downstairs stiffened, and then the man directly raised his head and looked at the stands, looking at it without any scruples.
"Just waiting for them to come to your door would be too much of a sign of weakness. I will go and have a meeting first -"
With a mission in hand, Zhu Biao was no longer willing to pretend to be a snake. After asking the King of Tang, regardless of whether the King of Tang agreed or not, he jumped down from the nine-foot-nine-foot Wangyue Tower. The white bone sword brought a line of training, and the rainbow startled the dragon.
Same luster.
The ordinary people in front of Wangyue Tower focused their attention when King Tang spoke. When they saw a person falling from the building, when they saw a brilliant sword light shining down, even a dull person would know that
, something happened.
It's not something you can get involved in.
Panic screams and shouts resounded throughout Wangyue Tower, and like ripples from a wave, panic and fear quickly spread outward.
The middle-aged man's expression was very stiff. He was smiling, but it gave the impression of facial paralysis.
Zhu Biao can guarantee that this person is wearing a mask.
Suddenly, an ominous premonition passed through his mind. This premonition almost made him tremble immediately, but Zhu Biao still held the sword, neither turned sideways nor looked back, he just flicked his fingers to the right without hesitation, relying entirely on feeling.
void,
An extremely ordinary dart flew past his shoulder, spun in the air, flew back along the same path, and landed in a hand. In a white and jade-stained hand, the fingers were long and powerful, holding the words of his previous life.
Say, this is a pair of piano-playing hands.
As soon as you catch the dart, it disappears, just as it appeared without a trace.
The owner of the hand was Zhu Biao's target. The middle-aged man flew back and stood in a lotus lantern five feet away. The light green clothes on his body were blown by the mountain wind, as if he was about to fly away with the wind. Unfortunately for him
His face at this moment is not that of a handsome young man!
"Zhu Biao——"
The man stared at Zhu Biao for a moment, then confirmed.
"And you?"
He actually recognized himself? Zhu Biao was a little surprised. His wrist shook slightly, and the bone sword shook out several sword flowers and struck out.
He was asking with his mouth, and thinking hard in his mind. Is this person a master of hidden weapons? Qinggong is very good, but what about close-quarters kung fu?
If it's just a good one, you'll be very lucky.
Zhu Biao, who has absolute confidence in his Qinggong, thought this way.
"There is nothing to hide. A little red in the Central Plains is me——"
A long sword roar like a dragon's roar burst out from Zhu Biao's hand. A little light on the tip of the sword lit up, unusually bright. Dots of sword rain shot out from the light, and expanded and spread in an instant. Every light spot
They all carry the "Nine Yin Qi" and make a chirping sound.
In the light rain, a red and light blue figure suddenly disappeared.
His Qinggong is very high and can exceed the limit of human dynamic vision. His flexibility and speed are better than Elder Zuo.
When Zhu Biao stabbed the sword in his hand, it erupted with a force like a thunderous storm. When it cut through the air, it left a faint trace like drizzle. Then the drizzle was stirred by the breeze from the corners of light cyan clothes with a little red sway.
, scattered and flew, chasing after his figure.
Two green shadows circled and danced on several lanterns, the light blue one was a little red, and the darker one was Zhu Biao. During the interlacing, the light flashed, it was a sword light or a dart. It flashed again, still so silent.
sound.
Several lanterns were not damaged at all.
A little bit of red flew up and down at an incredible speed, like willow leaves falling from the treetops, fluttering and then falling steadily back to the lotus lantern.
Zhu Biao also continued to stand on the Chang Xi Moon Lantern. He looked serious and pursed his lips slightly.
He no longer had the intention to keep smiling. His opponent was no less difficult than Elder Zuo.
Dian Hong was still smiling. There was a very subtle sword mark on his face, but no blood flowed. There was a tear on his sleeve, and a thin red blade slipped from the sleeve and fell on his hand. At the same time, his head curled up.
A wisp of white smoke rose up and he said: "The Northern Han Dynasty defeated the Nether Sect. I thought it was a false rumor, but it seems to be true."
After saying that, he smiled, but his whole person was cold and cold. The person, the thin knife in his hand, and the surrounding environment seemed to have merged together.
The bright moon is in the sky, and the moonlight is like a flower. There are many lights in front of Wangyue Tower, but if you look away, you don't seem to feel the presence of Hong Hong. An awe-inspiring and cold feeling comes to Zhu Biao's heart.
The figure of Yidianhong suddenly disappeared, and a piece of light red sword light suddenly fell on Zhu Biao's head. The Lantern Festival lanterns never lacked for red, but when Yidianhong took action, the entire front of Wangyue Tower was filled with a faint red like morning glow, as if it had disappeared.
The scene changed into a flaming cloud.
The thin blade almost touched the top of Zhu Biao's hair, but the sword whistle sounded first, and the thousands of cold rays of light from the white bone sword had already greeted it. The whistle seemed to have a rhythm, suddenly rapid and slow, ebbing and flowing.
The ebb and flow of the tide are like the wind and rain, and the waves of the river.
A little red flew out, and Zhu Biao followed suit, rising and landing in parallel, as if they had made an appointment.
A cold light cuts through the space...
By the way, a little red and a hidden weapon!
Turn your wrist with a sword and cut it off. "Dugu Nine Swords" has the sword power to break hidden weapons!
But when he faced Dian Hong with his sword again, Zhu Biao couldn't help but slow down a bit.
In a duel between masters, the slightest difference can determine the outcome.
A little red won't let Zhu Biao find this trace again, so in an instant, the thin knife slashed twenty-seven times in succession.
The sword failed.
To his surprise, Zhu Biao had no intention of retreating. He took a step forward and struck out with his palm. The seven swords flashed with light. Compared with the sword shadow, the strength was not weaker at all, but more urgent. Zhu Biao struck continuously.
Seven times, the sword light was like a fireball, covering the front of the body, making Dian Hong almost unable to breathe.
Zhu Biao didn't seem to know what it meant to retreat. There was a cliff ahead of him, and he jumped without even looking. Didn't he know that flesh palms were no better than weapons after all?
For a master-level master, whether it is sword energy or sword light, if he holds back his inner strength, he can be hit several times without losing combat effectiveness. But it is completely different from seeing blood with a weapon.
Idianhong never expected that he would be so resolute, and with one miscalculation, he would lose everything. The thin knife grazed his cheek, leaving a trace of blood, but Zhu Biao's palm also hit Didianhong's chest.
The touch felt completely wrong, as if it had been hit on cotton and was not affected by the force. Zhu Biao remained indifferent, and the internal energy surged in, and then another burst of cold light burst. The strong wind cut the face, and a little red swirled rapidly, leaving Zhu Biao.
Ice-cold energy like raindrops was thrown out of his body, and the "Nine Yin Qi" that Zhu Biao poured in was actually melted away by him. I really don't know what kind of self-protection technique can remove all the energy in the body.
The internal force is shaken off like a speck of mud.
At the same time, Zhu Biao changed his color in shock and retreated backwards. A feeling of extreme danger was approaching again, a feeling of death like a cold light piercing his heart.
An extremely ordinary dart with no pattern and no seals was so close, but it forced Zhu Biao not to stop. After completing the "Green Winged Bat King", it was not that he had not tested the limits of his Qinggong, but in the life and death situation.
In a moment, he was one point faster than the limit. Halfway back, he raised his breath and jumped to the right, stepped on the "Lingbo Weibu", and the dart passed in front of the tip of his nose. He stretched out his hand to grab it and pinched it.
Point to the center.
A layer of cold sweat broke out on Zhu Biao's forehead. After everything settled down, his vest became slightly wet.
It was quiet on the Wangyue Tower. The nearly a hundred top masters and hundreds of marksmen in the tall building all opened their eyes wide and opened their mouths.
Is what you saw real?
Zhu Biao, a master of martial arts, fights against Zhongyuan Yidianhong, a master-level killer who became famous in the world forty years ago.
There is no winner between the two!
"Mr. Liu, can Qing Zhu win?"
King Tang looked down in confusion. He hoped that Zhu Biao would come back immediately, but he also hoped to win this first battle.
He hoped that Zhu Biao would be unscathed, but he did not want Zhu Biao to be injured at all.
In the heart of the King of Tang, a famous general who could defeat the strong and defeat the weak in decisive battles was definitely more important than a martial arts master.
Can a martial arts master lead a battle for himself and defeat millions of soldiers?
"Don't worry, Your Majesty. General Zhu is extremely powerful. Even if he can't defeat Yidianhong in the Central Plains, he will definitely not fall into the hands of Yidianhong."
As the general manager of the palace, how could Eunuch Liu not know how much the King of Tang valued Zhu Biao? The moment Zhu Biao just jumped down the stairs, he had the urge to reach out and pick him up again and sneak back.
A soft crimson sword light reflected in Zhu Biao's bright eyes, as beautiful as a dream.
Nine points of cold light popped up from the white bone sword, bright as a star in the sky. Every time it jumped, the light of the sword weakened by one point. When the crimson was extinguished, the power of the sword suddenly became stronger, creating thousands of shadows of the sword, with a whistling coming.
The strong wind blew towards the chest of the little red-headed face.
A little red pupil shrank suddenly, and he took action with all his strength.
He did not use a knife this time, but his hands. As his pale green shirt passed by the shadow of the sword, the shadow of the sword suddenly fell into pieces and turned into sword flowers, and then changed from sword flowers to
Colorful withered fallen flowers. When the sword flower withered, the two of them passed each other, passing by for several feet, and stood still in the same spot.
Dian Hong did not counterattack, and Zhu Biao did not continue the attack.
Their faces all looked ugly.
Yi Di Hong opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. Zhu Biao failed to stab him with a sword, but the evil spirit from the sword invaded his lungs and meridians, causing him serious internal injuries.
Zhu Biao's own condition was not good either. He had not felt anything during the fierce fight. He stopped now, but his clothes were soaked in sweat. The inner energy that had been directed by his arm for a long time was swimming crazily in his body, making his heart beat wildly. At this moment
Even if they stop fighting, there is no sign of stopping.
The meridians are about to burst!
Zhu Biao took a deep breath and exhaled it. His eyes were still as sharp as arrows, and he didn't even give in.
"If there is a beginning, there will be an end. If you take one more blow from me, Zhu Biao will be ashamed of himself."
Dianhong's expression was solemn. He felt that the scene he saw in front of him had undergone a wonderful change. It was no longer Zhu Biao's tall and straight figure, but a huge sword soaring into the sky, with a vague fearlessness that pierced the sky.
He knew this was an illusion, but he couldn't get rid of it. A thin layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead. (To be continued)
