Who was Su Shi? He was a poet through the ages, a good official who cared about the country and the people. In short, he was an extraordinary scholar.
Ziqin thought about countless promises that Su Shi might ask him to make. After all, they were all about serving the country and the people. It was difficult to agree to such a promise.
Serving the country and the people may seem like a great thing, but its difficulty is definitely proportional to its greatness.
It’s not that you’re not afraid of death or tiredness. It can be done as simple as that. He may ask you to endure humiliation, or he may ask you to spoil yourself. In short, once you agree to such a thing, first of all, you can no longer treat yourself as an individual. Only in this way can it be possible.
Do it for the country and the people.
Ziqin naturally did not dare to agree to such a thing. He did not want to deceive Su Shi, but he also did not want to treat himself as a human being.
Ziqin looked at Su Shi. If the latter said even a little bit about the words "serving the country and the people," Ziqin could only endure the pain and stop thinking about it, no matter how tempted he was about the seven fortune sticks.
"I was quite popular in the current dynasty, so I not only have Zhang Junfang's Yunji Qizhu here, but I also have some things left by Mr. Zhao Pu."
Su Shi continued to speak, but did not pay attention to Ziqin's eyes, which were eager to know what Su Shi wanted him to promise.
Zhao Pu, I don’t have any impression of this person Ziqin. In fact, no martial arts novels seem to have ever touched on this person. This person may just be an ordinary literati.
"Those things were handed over to me by the grandson of Mr. Zhao Pu. The purpose was to leave a successor for Mr. Zhao Pu."
There was a hint of sadness in Su Shi's voice, which was so clear. Ziqin could even detect the deep helplessness and bitterness in it.
Ziqin didn't know what the relationship was between Su Shi and Zhao Pu, so he couldn't intervene. He could only listen to Su Shi quietly. In fact, Ziqin had already listened to too many words from Su Shi in the evening.
However, although Ziqin was a warrior, he never hated listening to Su Shi speak. In fact, looking at Chinese history, anyone who doesn't hate words probably wouldn't hate listening to Su Shi speak.
However, Zi Qin and Su Shi's leisure seemed to have come to an end today at dusk. Just when Su Shi wanted to continue talking, the sound of bricks clashing suddenly came from the roof above their heads.
"Who is it, get down here."
Ziqin scolded angrily, picked up the plate in front of him and threw it towards the roof.
At this time, Ziqin certainly didn't have any internal strength at all, and even the perfect control of himself was not practiced to the extreme. However, his control of strength had reached a level that a mortal could not imagine.
The dish that was thrown away came with a whistling sound. It shot through the roof like a sharp arrow. With a scream, liquid dripped down from the roof through the hole in the quilt, which was less than the size of a palm, and fell on the light.
There was bright red blood underneath.
"kill."
A sharp sound rang out from outside. In an instant, the roof tiles were broken, the surrounding doors and windows were also broken, and countless black-clothed and masked people poured into the house from all directions.
Ziqin stretched out his hand to hold the giant shield, but his eyes became solemn.
He had known for a long time that the Ming Cult was very powerful in Jiangnan, but he never expected that these people would dispatch so many people at once to deal with Su Shi.
Although he also had some force at this time, it was difficult to guarantee that Su Shi would not be injured under the siege of so many people.
"Mr. Su, all we want is the book. If you hand it over, I swear to God I will never hurt you."
A person facing the door spoke in silence, with swords and swords flashing around, but his tone was extremely sincere. Ziqin recognized this voice as that of the person who opposed Su Shi in the inn.
At the same time, Ziqin was also certain that if Su Shi handed over Yun Ji's Seven Lots, these people would seriously never harm Su Shi.
"The Seven Signs of Yunji record unparalleled martial arts and unparalleled battle formations. Why do you want this book? I don't need to say more. It's just that Taizu has determined the world. In the past hundred years, the Song Dynasty has been prosperous and the people are safe. Your ambitions
But it is absolutely impossible, why not live your life well and take this desperate path."
Su Shi's voice was extremely calm, but Ziqin was slightly startled. There was actually a battle formation in the Seven Lots of Yunji. Is this really a Taoist skill? It seemed that he had never heard of any Taoist battle formations.
"Mr. Su, you are so insistent, but don't blame us."
The man at the door gritted his teeth and spoke. Before he finished speaking, another man next to him suddenly interrupted.
"Modo said, kill."
With a cold voice, the men in black clothes and masks all around received the order and immediately rushed towards Ziqin and Su Shi.
There were dozens of people. This room was not big, but Ziqin and Su Shi didn't even have a place to hide. Seeing the dozens of people surrounding them, Ziqin cursed secretly, but immediately waved his giant shield forward.
Stop it.
At the same time, he kicked the table, causing the square table to fly, blocking the swords of the men behind him, while the giant shield flew in Ziqin's hand, blocking the swords in front of him one by one.
It is undeniable that the giant shield is indeed the most powerful defensive weapon in the world. Ziqin's swing blocked many attacks. However, the giant shield also has its shortcomings.
After all, no matter how huge a shield is, it can block one person.
The quilt was kicked off and the table could only be blocked.
The many masked men in black behind them dodged past the table, but swarmed up again and attacked Ziqin and Su Shi.
At this time, Ziqin's martial arts had not fully recovered, and Su Shi was a burden, but he could not defend himself against such an intensive attack. He saw that the sword was about to fall on Ziqin and Su Shi.
"Who dares."
Suddenly, Su Shi suddenly pushed Ziqin away, and a powerful roar came from the old man's mouth.
Zi Qin was immediately shocked. How could this old man be stupid? Since the Ming Cult people were determined to kill, they would not care whether he was Su Shi or Su Che. I am afraid that even if Li Bai was born again, these guys would be chopped off with one knife.
However, contrary to Ziqin's expectation, the swords that were about to strike suddenly trembled and seemed to be much slower.
Ziqin's giant shield immediately speeded up and blocked the approaching swords. He couldn't help but take a moment to look at Su Shi. This old man is really famous in this generation. Such a death-seeking behavior can produce such a result.
general effect.
However, regardless of whether Su Shi was seeking death, Ziqin still waved his giant shield to protect Su Shi.
"I'm here, any of you dare to come forward."
Unexpectedly, Su Shi once again walked out of the protection range of Ziqin's giant shield. His old body stood straight, his expression was full of awe-inspiring power, and his eyes looked at these black-clothed and masked men.
"I am an upright person, worthy of heaven and earth. How dare you act so presumptuously in front of me?"
While Ziqin was stunned, Su Shi made an even more desperate move. He suddenly took a step towards the swords of those masked men in black.
This step is clearly giving his chest to the enemy's sword. However, those masked men in black seemed to have taken the wrong medicine. A moment ago, they could not wait for Su Shi's life. At this time, Su Shi took the initiative to step forward, but they seemed to be trembling with fear. Shrunk down.
Damn it.
Ziqin muttered something secretly in his heart, but he did not dare to relax at all, nor did he dare to make a sound. He held the giant shield in his hand and looked around cautiously, waiting for anything to go wrong and quickly stepping forward to protect Su Shi.
"I built a school, built water conservancy, wrote articles, set up a heart for the world, and established a destiny for the people. How dare you act so presumptuously in front of me?"
Su Shi continued to take a step forward. This time, the black-clothed and masked men not only retracted, but also lowered their swords.
"What are you doing? Have you forgotten your identity? I order you to kill."
At this time, the second masked man in black couldn't help but yell angrily. He looked at his men angrily, but in the silence, his voice sounded as funny as a clown.
"In the glorious world, you don't even dare to show your face. You have the nerve to do such a trivial thing. Let me ask you, do you still have the nerve to live in this world?"
Su Shi suddenly interrupted the man with an angry roar. This time, Su Shi turned to look at the man and spoke, but he happened to be facing Zi Qin. Suddenly, Zi Qin felt an inexplicably powerful aura coming towards him.
This momentum was by no means any martial arts momentum, but Ziqin felt that there was no way to resist it.
This awe-inspiring aura made Ziqin feel boundless. For a moment, Ziqin felt that he was so small in front of Su Shi, and Su Shi's words immediately echoed in his heart.
Praise worthy of heaven and earth.
This is what he usually does. If he hadn't done it before, he would still be alive.
This thought came very suddenly, as if a person's mind suddenly came to life and then began to flog oneself. It seemed that a person began to judge himself involuntarily.
Ziqin was startled and quickly suppressed this state of mind, but he no longer dared to look at Su Shi.
At this time, he understood why those masked men in black were so afraid of Su Shi and why they seemed unable to hold a sword. But it turned out that it was not Su Shi's prestige, but this momentum.
However, Su Shi was just a literati, an ordinary literati, but where did he get this momentum?
"Let's go."
In the silence, the man in black and masked clothes who was the first to speak finally spoke again. After finishing his words, the man who spoke second did not wait for the objection and already headed out the door.
All around, the masked men in black who had already been almost unconscious due to self-judgment suddenly felt as if they had been granted amnesty and left quickly one by one.
A moment ago, this room, which had been crowded with people a moment ago and was filled with flashes of swords and swords, had calmed down. Apart from the broken roof, doors and windows, there was nothing strange about it.
A long sigh sounded, and Ziqin suddenly raised his head and looked at Su Shi.
At this time, the old man returned to his original appearance, but there was no trace of his majesty anymore, and his old face was full of deep fatigue.
"Just now……?"
Ziqin spoke almost subconsciously. Su Shi's momentum before had really frightened Ziqin. Although it was not martial arts, it was more terrifying than any martial arts. Ziqin could not imagine that if he was against someone, the other party would be like this. If Su Shi had such momentum, wouldn't he be determined to die?
"I am a Confucian scholar."
Su Shi let out a long sigh, showing a hint of melancholy, "And I still have something in my hand that Mr. Zhao Pu's grandson handed over." (To be continued...)
