"It can take as little as three to five days, or as many as eight or nine days, to achieve the fruit of Buddhahood in this world?"
He frowned slightly.
This incident was not beyond his expectation.
After all, as Nurhachi began to transfer the power of state affairs to Huang Taiji, this suspicious move made Yang Fan vaguely smell the imminent war!
But before the battle, by consuming such a large amount of luck, are you really fearless, or... are you confident?
Just when Yang Fan was thinking about this, Nie Laoshi walked in quickly with a panicked expression. ??
"Master, it's not good."
"Um?"
Yang Fan raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "What happened?"
"Just now I was in a restaurant outside, playing the flute, drums and harp with a few friends."
Nie Laoshi said quickly: "But just when I was holding on to the wall and admiring the scenery, I accidentally saw a carriage passing by. It seemed that the person sitting in the car was Lord Chu Lianxin..."
"Mity?"
Yang Fan frowned, instinctively suspicious, and asked, "Have you seen where she went?"
Nie Laoshi said: "I saw the carriage stopped at a house in the city."
"Take me there."
Soon, Yang Fan appeared at that house under the leadership of Nie Laoshi.
The interior of the house is very deserted.
With a sweep of his mind, Yang Fan noticed the problem. There was indeed a mature-looking woman who was somewhat similar to Chu Lianxin, but she was not Chu Lianxin.
But—Chu Xiaoyun!
At this time, she seemed to have regained her true appearance.
In addition, there is a man who looks like a middle-aged scribe in the house, and the two of them seem to be discussing something at the moment.
"Commander Chu, this time the Marquis ordered us to try to get close to the Shuerhaqi Supervisor."
The middle-aged scribe was talking to Chu Xiaoyun at the moment.
He said, "When the time comes, I will contact the other party as a Hanchen who came to seek refuge with the Qing Dynasty. As a semi-sage of Neo-Confucianism, I will surely be able to gain access to the other party. As for your words..."
"I have my own way!"
Chu Xiaoyun interrupted him, "I won't bother you, Mr. Li, to make arrangements!"
The middle-aged scribe known as "Mr. Li" shook his head and said: "Then you and I will do our own thing. However, Commander Chu must not abandon his official position for personal reasons. If it delays the affairs of the Marquis, I am afraid that neither you nor I can afford it."
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"Thank you for reminding."
Chu Xiaoyun shook his long hair, turned around and left the room quite simply, leaving Mr. Li alone with a helpless sigh.
"Touch me?"
Yang Fan's heart moved. Before he could understand, the other party came to him!
However, this so-called "Master Hou"...
Based on Yang Fan's understanding, apart from Chu Lianxin, the Marquis of Chu, the only one in the Ming Dynasty's frontline army was Chen Yinglong. This conclusion really made him a little nervous!
"Chen Yinglong, you actually sent someone to win me over?"
Yang Fan's expression was half-smiling, but in his heart he felt that the other party really knew a hero with his sharp eyes!
I, Yang, hid myself so well. Even so, the other party was still able to spot me at a glance in the crowd. This kind of fate is really unbelievable!
But he didn't expect that Chu Xiaoyun, who had escaped from him before, would actually join Chen Yinglong's command. Not only did he become a martial arts god, but he also took the position of commander!
However, even if the other party comes, it’s hard for him to refuse!
"Let's see how much money you can sacrifice to win me over!"
Yang Fan waved his sleeves and disappeared with Nie Lao Shi.
The other party came faster than he thought. As soon as Yang Fan returned, he felt a breath appear out of thin air in his tent. The force was so fast that he was almost in an uninhabited area!
How can it be!
Yang Fan looked at "Mr. Li" who appeared in front of him, and his pupils suddenly shrank. He was definitely not the so-called Mr. Li. I'm afraid it would be more appropriate to call him "Mr. Li"!
He suppressed the shock in his heart and asked coldly: "Who are you!"
"Jian Guo is really a noble man who forgets things. He just saw me and forgot about me in the blink of an eye?" .??.??
"Mr. Li" looked indifferent.
At this moment, Yang Fan had completely calmed down. He was vaguely aware of the identity of the visitor and said in a deep voice: "The visitor is a guest. Since you are here, let's have a drink!"
After saying that, he raised his hand to signal the other person to sit down, then he raised the wine bottle and filled it with wine.
"Mr. Li" smiled and sat down opposite Yang Fan calmly, like an old-fashioned scholar-bureaucrat. His aura was not inferior to that of Yang Fan at all, but gave people a feeling of being in a different class.
"The wine is good, but unfortunately the vintage is too short. It can be tasted coarsely, but cannot withstand careful tasting."
"Mr. Li" picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and commented with a leisurely look, "If it lacks the tempering of time, it will taste bland after all!"
"Your Majesty is joking!"
Yang Fan said lightly, "There are old and new wines. Although the aged wine is fragrant, the new wine is clearer! In addition, the aged wine will eventually be consumed, and the new wine will turn into old wine."
The two seemed to be talking about wine, but in fact they were comparing new wine and old wine to the Qing Dynasty and the Ming Dynasty.
"Mr. Li" smiled, looked into Yang Fan's eyes, changed the topic suddenly, and asked: "You may be able to wait for the new wine, but can you afford to wait for the prison country?
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As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the entire camp became a little tense.
"What do you mean by this?"
Yang Fan narrowed his eyes and stopped spinning the wine glass.
"Mr. Li" looked like he had already taken the initiative in this conversation, and said calmly: "The mandate to supervise the country should have been over ten years ago. Even if it wasn't, the next best thing would have been over ten years ago.
The last time was before the Ming Emperor swallowed the world for the second time! After three times, does the prison country really think that it is because of his strong destiny?"
"Three times still?"
Yang Fan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, as if he couldn't hide his surprise.
"good!"
"Mr. Li's" momentum seemed to be getting stronger and stronger, and he said slowly and with a sense of directness: "More than ten years ago, the prison country wanted to stand on its own, but its power was abolished. Fortunately, he survived!"
"Years ago, there was a shamanistic rebellion, and the prison country was lucky enough to survive."
"Before Emperor Ming annexed the realm for the second time, when the supervising state was forced to sacrifice, he was lucky enough to survive, but only one skeleton was left."
"I would like to ask, can the prison country really survive the fourth time if it is repeated over and over again?"
As soon as these words came out, Yang Fan completely understood that the other party had obviously investigated Shuerhaqi's information in quite detail.
In the so-called shamanism rebellion years ago, Shuerhaqi was actually killed by Yang Fan at that time. Otherwise, according to the connection between Shuerhaqi and the Wood God, I am afraid he would have really died at that time, let alone the future.
"But... wait!"
Yang Fan suddenly had a flash of enlightenment.
Maybe even if he didn't kill Shuerhaqi at that time, would Nurhaci really kill him?
"Mr. Li" looked at the change in Yang Fan's expression and seemed more and more confident, and said: "The Supervisory State should have thought of it, the other party has not killed you, it is just waiting for this war!"