"It's Junior Sister Fan who told you, right? Among all the Junior Sisters, she always educates me. Master said she hates iron and cannot turn it into steel. Humph, it's disgusting!"
"You talk so little. Do people outside do this? Everyone practices martial arts quietly? It's so boring!"
"Are you listening?"
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"Aren't you going to take a break?"
"oh!"
"Have a rest, let me continue. I heard that the Lantern Festival is the most lively festival of the year..."
Gu Cheng came out of seclusion, and soon a pretty nun brought him vegetarian food. While he was eating, he heard Bi Xiuxin chattering beside him.
This is the first woman who dares to speak so carelessly.
For Bi Xiuxin, the emperor and princes were just symbols, and they could order the master to let her go down the mountain.
Everything else is just what I see in the book, there is no specific concept at all.
Her voice was clear and melodious, and it was a rare treat. But the key was that she was not willing to speak alone, she had to respond, and in the end she just came to pull Gu Cheng's sleeve.
Gu Cheng thought to himself that the legends in the world are indeed unreliable. What kind of Lan Xinhui is this? His eyes fell on her waist: "You know how to play the flute, let's play a tune and listen!"
"Why are you like them? Every time you find me annoying, you have to listen to the flute!"
Bi Xiu felt indignant, but she took off the jade flute and put it to her lips.
At this moment, her temperament suddenly changed, the years were quiet, and her smile was peaceful.
"Huh? Integrate the feeling of heaven into it?"
Gu Cheng's face became slightly solemn and he listened attentively.
The sound of the flute sounds, with irregular pauses and no tune, sometimes high and sometimes low, reaching infinite highs and infinite lows, just as the heart desires.
In freedom, Bi Xiuxin reveals her feelings about what she saw and heard on the mountain. Her passion blooms through the notes, telling a girl's inner expectations and story in detail.
Gu Cheng closed his eyes slightly, but he seemed to see in the empty valley, she was sitting in the secluded forest playing the flute, the sound of the flute, spring flowers and autumn moon, summer cicadas and winter snow, all things were drunk.
The way of nature, the unity of nature and man!
"Not only is the sword's heart clear, she has the qualifications to enter the realm of death!"
Gu Cheng gave his evaluation and shook his head again.
The forest valley quietly returns to the green shadow, and at the end of the song, people go to sigh and show off their hearts.
Judging from the current Cihang Sword Canon, entering the realm of death means truly stepping on the road to death, because the upper limit of the vitality of this world is set there, and there is no possibility of returning to the void, giving birth to a fairy child, and reaching the sky in one step.
"How's it going? It sounds great!"
After Bi Xiuxin finished playing the song, she saw that Gu Cheng was stunned. She suddenly became proud and said with a smile like a flower: "Self-taught! Self-taught!"
"Okay, I'll blow it more often in the future, I really like it!"
Gu Cheng laughed and looked outside: "Come in!"
Fan Qinghui walked in, her breath still unstable, and she has not been able to recover from the blow, but her attitude was correct, and she presented the battle report with both hands: "Your Highness, although Nanchen has been destroyed, the world has not been completely calmed down, so we are still not relaxed.
when!"
"Song Que is quite capable of doing things! Not bad!"
Gu Cheng took it and knew without looking that it must be Song Que who was causing the trouble. He was very pleased.
The Song family in Lingnan is not yet one of the so-called four major clans. Its ancestor is Song Beifeng, the general leader of the Xie family in the legend of the border wilderness. It has a heritage, and with nearly two hundred years of heritage, it must not be underestimated.
Where is Lingnan? It is the area south of the Five Ridges. It was the three provinces of Guangdong, Guangxi and Hainan in later generations. In this era, this place was not a good place. The weather was humid and the miasma was rampant. It was a barbaric place. The so-called exile to Lingnan shows this.
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The Song family is rooted here, dealing in local specialties such as livestock, jade, pearls, rhinoceros and elephants. It has accumulated strength from generation to generation. In the future, when the Li clan is in control of the situation, Song Que will be able to raise his troops to go north, and help the young commander's army with great momentum all the way. sharp.
Of course, thirty years later is thirty years later, and now is now.
With the current military power of the Sui Dynasty, no matter how hard Song Que used his troops like a god, he could still use his arms as a chariot, with no hope of victory.
The limit that Song Que could do was to lead the various aristocratic families in Chen's country to fight to the death, to intimidate Yang Jian, to grant the title of Zhennan Duke, and to allow Lingnan to be autonomous. This was already a great achievement.
This is without Gu Cheng taking action.
But Gu Cheng really wasn't ready to take action.
To put it more bluntly, this is called raising bandits to respect themselves.
The cunning rabbit is dead and the running dogs are cooked. He is not the prince yet, so why is he so eager to eliminate all the enemies?
"It's beating and killing again..."
Seeing Gu Cheng pondering over the battle report, Bi Xiuxin was disturbed and started to mutter.
When Fan Qinghui heard this, she stared at her and shrank her neck. The identities of the senior and junior sisters were completely reversed.
"Leave it to Gao Changshi!"
Gu Cheng read the battle report, reviewed it, and handed it to Fan Qinghui.
"The Song clan is deeply rooted in Lingnan. Although the protection failed, there is a faint tendency to become the head of the Jiangnan family. If it is not suppressed early, it may cause serious trouble!"
Fan Qinghui said anxiously when he saw that Gu Cheng didn't pay much attention to it.
"As a marshal, I raised troops to defeat Chen. Now that Chen is destroyed, many matters will be decided by Gao Xi. Do you want me to go beyond the rules?"
Gu Cheng looked at her and said calmly.
"Your Highness!"
Fan Qinghui was startled.
Her heart was broken.
You didn't sit in charge of the three armies and went south with the people from the Demon Sect. Did you abide by the rules?
Why is it suddenly impossible to exceed the limit now?
"You, Cihang Jingzhai, want to help me in the Sui Dynasty to deal with the Song family in Lingnan?"
Gu Cheng looked at her and asked calmly.
"Your Highness has misunderstood. We just hope that the world will be peaceful as soon as possible and the people can live and work in peace and contentment!"
Fan Qinghui's heart trembled. She had really planned this originally, but now she wouldn't dare even if she had a hundred courages.
After all, this matter is quite risky. Even if it succeeds, it will offend the King of Jin. If it fails, wouldn't it be the perfect candidate to take the blame?
Buddhism can no longer stand the trouble now.
"Well, Gao Xi has great civil and military strategies and a clear understanding of world affairs. I firmly believe that he will be able to pacify Jiangnan!"
Gu Cheng waved his hand: "Step back!"
"yes!"
Fan Qinghui reluctantly withdrew and came to the ancestral hall behind Cihang Hall to pay homage to the middle-aged nun. The current head of Jingzhai said: "Master!"
"His Royal Highness the King of Jin is unwilling to take action?"
The nun proclaims the name of Buddha.
"He despises Song Que, and the chaos in the south will not be determined until a year!"
Fan Qinghui said: "Master, what should I do?"
"Guilty! Guilty! Is it really contempt?"
The nun's eyes were serious and she was thinking.
"Master, Senior Sister Bi was also in the room just now!"
Fan Qinghui's eyes moved, and bitterness and irritability arose in her heart: "His Highness seems to treat her differently..."
"Show your heart?"
The nun was startled and shook her head: "She has extremely high qualifications, almost as good as the founder, but it's a pity..."
It's a pity that my brain is not very good and I don't know the general trend of the world.
How can a master in pure martial arts match Cihang Jingzhai, who is determined to shoulder the world?
Unless absolutely necessary, such disciples would not be sent down the mountain.
Of course, these words were not stated clearly. The nun looked at Fan Qinghui with expectant eyes, took out a string of Buddhist beads and handed them over.
"Master, what is this?"
Fan Qinghui took it inexplicably.
"During the fourth generation of the Patriarch, Sima usurped the Wei Dynasty, and Dao eliminated the demons. I, Jingzhai, was almost destroyed by the Demon Sect. In order to protect the inheritance, from that generation onwards, there were two distinct veins: the visible and the hidden. The hidden veins are all passed down from one line. Since childhood,
Wandering around the world, never show up unless the crisis is serious!"
The nun told a secret: "This thing is a witness. If you hold it and contact the hidden veins, you can get help!"
As she said that, she grabbed Fan Qinghui's hand and showed a compassionate look: "Follow King Jin to Daxing. The future of our Buddhism and the burden of the righteous path will rest on your shoulders!"