Bianliang, the imperial capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty, had a peaceful and peaceful scene.
However, this year's winter seems to be extremely cold and biting, especially in Bianliang, the imperial city of the Zhou Dynasty. It has snowed several times in a row. According to reports, it has been more than ten days since the last snowfall, but in this imperial city,
There was a biting coldness that was as sharp as a knife, which made people shrink their heads in exhaustion, unable to shrink their heads into the wide and thick fur and cotton-padded jacket.
Although the Zide Hall in the imperial palace was as warm as spring at this moment, there was still a hint of unusually depressing and depressing atmosphere.
A fierce cough came from the hall, breaking the silent atmosphere in the hall. The eunuchs and guards standing quietly outside the hall could not help but frown. Their hearts trembled, and their faces showed deep sorrow.
The look of worry.
After the intense coughing, another strong voice sounded: "Father, how are you?"
The winter sun in the afternoon was dazzling and warm. The dappled sunlight penetrated through the glazed tiles in the hall, and two different figures shone out from the dappled sunlight.
The warm and warm sunshine directly makes people feel sleepy. In addition, ovens with fine charcoal are placed in the four corners of the hall. Waves of warm currents burst out from the ovens, matching the warmth of the sunshine.
The warmth is intertwined, making the whole Zide Hall as warm as spring, making people feel endlessly sleepy and just want to have a good sleep in this warm Zide Hall.
The two people in Zide Hall were not sleepy at all. They saw two people sitting quietly next to the desk. One of them, an old man in his fifties, covered his mouth with one hand and his chest with the other.
There was a tremor, and the yellow and wrinkled face like tree bark became dizzy with layers of disease due to the violent cough.
The fifty-year-old man had a majesty like that of a ninety-five-year-old man. Although he was as old as Fengzhu, there was a hint of unruffled domineering in his eyebrows. His brocade robe and coat covered his long-depleted energy.
His body was wrapped tightly. Although the palace was warm as spring, the old man still couldn't stop shivering. As the coughing became more intense, the old man's face gradually receded as the breath rushed up his chest.
The blood-red mark was replaced by layers of pale color of death and disease.
From the old man's brows, his once mighty and domineering temperament can be vaguely seen. Although his eyes are glowing with a turbid light, there are still sharp cold lights in his eyes from time to time. The weathered appearance can no longer be seen.
It is difficult to hide the aura of decadence of a hero in his twilight years. Although he exudes the noble temperament of a ninety-five-year-old supreme, the endless sadness caused by his stubborn illness cannot be concealed.
The old man sitting next to the desk piled with memorials and documents coughed violently, and it took him a long time to catch his breath. The old man's eyes looked at the chaotic mountains of memorials, and his eyes were full of helplessness.
There was a blank light and a sense of powerlessness in his eyes that kept beating. Then the old man took away the delicate handkerchief that was hidden in front of his mouth.
I saw dots of red blooming on the handkerchief, just like the red plum blossoms blooming outside Zide Hall. The old man's eyes stared at the dots of blood on the handkerchief, without any expression in his eyes, as deep as an ancient well
, no twists and turns, as calm as a stream of autumn water.
Behind the old man stood a slender, burly-looking man in his thirties, with a Chinese character face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a pair of tiger eyes looking at the old man in front of him with concern. He was wearing a brocade robe and a python robe.
The aura of incomparable nobility emanates from him, which shows that this person must be an extraordinary person.
In addition to the deep concern for the old man in his eyes, this sturdy man in his thirties could not hide his sincere admiration for the old man. There was a low chair behind him, but he did not sit down, but stood quietly.
He stood quietly behind the old man, waiting for his reply.
"Okay, I'm fine. Rong'er, this matter is very important. Can the boy from the Zhao family do it?" After the old man took a breath, his breath began to get better. It seemed that he had become accustomed to this.
.
"Father, my sworn brother has always acted steadily and calmly. There should be some chance of success in sending him there this time. Besides, Guo Cunyi is also an old acquaintance of your father. Gui Yijun also encountered difficulties in his life this time.
It is a huge crisis, and they can only get the greatest benefits by cooperating with me, the Great Zhou Kingdom."
The man behind the old man whispered in a low voice and replied respectfully. He opened his mouth and seemed to want to say something, but stopped and did not say anything.
"Rong'er, there are no outsiders here. There is only a father-son relationship between you and me. There is no need to be so restrained. If you have anything to say, just say it." The old man did not look back, as if he had anticipated the man behind him who was hesitant to speak.
His behavior, he couldn't help but say in harmony, seemed to be the style of a loving father, without the majesty of the Nine-Five Supreme Being.
"Yes, foster father." The man's face darkened, and his eyes couldn't help but show more admiration, and then he changed the word "father" to "adopted father". He knew that the old man's time was running out.
And he could only fulfill his filial piety as much as possible, instead of sharing the burden of the old man as a monarch and minister. He hoped to show deep concern for the old man as a son, so as to comfort the old man's gradually growing heart.
Declined ambition.
"Father, the child has received a secret report. There are traces of Khitan people in Daizhou City. The one who appeared in Daizhou is Yelu Wuji, the second master of Khitan. This man is too light to leave the country of Khitan. Although Daizhou is far away from that
It borders Khitan, but after all, it also belongs to the small country of the Liu family. This matter is quite strange. It is not yet known what the purpose of this person is in Daizhou, so the child did not want to tell these things, for fear of adding a foster father.
burden."
The man said respectfully, with some solemnity in his expression. And his hands couldn't help but reach out to the old man's back vest, and a strong internal force flowed from his hands and was transmitted directly to the old man's back. But
To his disappointment, the result was still the same. The internal force he output was still the same, without any movement. However, he once again could not detect the source of any injuries in the old man's body. He only felt that as soon as the true energy entered the old man's body,
Then he encountered a powerful blockage, preventing his Qi from moving forward at all.
What's even more weird is that whenever I input my true energy, there will be two streams of cold and one hot air coming back from the other party's body. Those two strange auras are like wild beasts when they meet my own true energy.
It pounced on him like a vicious wolf. If he didn't stop injecting his true energy in time, those two strange breaths would follow his own true energy and penetrate into his body.
"It's useless. Rong'er, stop it now. How many times have you tried it? I'm still not clear about the condition inside my father's body. Besides, after so many years of fighting in the battlefield for my father, will the true energy in my body be inferior to yours?"
.Although you possess the authentic internal skills of the Shaolin family, the internal injuries in your father's body are far from being as simple as you imagined."
The old man sitting quietly next to the desk had regained some of his complexion, and his face began to have some bloodshot eyes. He stopped the man behind him from moving and spoke to comfort him.
The man withdrew his hands helplessly, with deep guilt on his face. He choked with sobs and said, "It's all because of the child's lack of academic skills, otherwise the foster father's internal injuries would not have been delayed again and again.
It has left everyone helpless. The killer organization of the 'Assassin's Sky Alliance' must uproot it to eliminate the cancer under this sunny sky."
After saying that, a sharp light shot out from the man's eyes, a look of absolute determination suddenly appeared on his face, and his whole body could not help but exude a pure and awe-inspiring aura. But the temperament exuded by this man changed again.
He has undergone earth-shaking changes, from an ordinary filial son with fists to a peerless emperor. An aura of dominion over the world came over the sky and gradually filled the warm spring-like Zide Hall.
The old man seemed to feel the changes that had taken place in the man. His eyes showed some approval, a faint smile appeared on his face, and a look of relief and joy appeared on the old man. And the old man had that kind of feeling.
The aura of the emperor who had been in a high position for a long time gradually faded away.
This old man was none other than Guo Wei, the current founding emperor of the Great Zhou Kingdom, nicknamed Guo Queer. This was the third year since he launched a mutiny to seize the power of the Later Han Dynasty and establish the Great Zhou Kingdom.
The man behind him was his adopted son Chai Rong, who was the nephew of Queen Chai of Guo Wei. He followed Guo Wei through life and death, fought in both the south and the north, and made a lot of contributions to Guo Wei. Because Guo Wei's family members were killed by the former
He was killed by the Han Emperor and had no heirs. Because of his love for Chai Rong, he accepted him as his adopted son.
"How can I blame you? The killer organization is determined to get rid of my father. The number one killer organization in the world claims that there is no one who can't be killed. My father's lucky survival this time is the blessing of God and his subordinates fighting each other to the death.
"Guo Wei's expression has long since lost the sharpness of his years of fighting on the battlefield, and was replaced by a calm state of mind.
In the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, everything was wasted and waiting for new things. He was overworked and had already exhausted his body. Coupled with the assassination a year ago, Guo Wei's body was getting worse day by day, and the strange injuries in his body were like bones.
Like a maggot, he tried every possible means and even invited countless martial arts masters in the world, but he still could not eliminate the endless torture caused by those two strange air currents.
Guo Wei's face was as calm as a spring breeze, and his eyes were as deep as a deep ancient well. He gently waved his hand and motioned for Chai Rong behind him to sit down.
Although there was a trace of guilt on Chai Rong's face, his eyes still showed endless absolute determination. He walked slowly to the table and sat opposite Guo Wei.
"By the way, you just said that Yelu Wuji of the Khitan Kingdom suddenly appeared in Daizhou, but you did not find out the intention of this person's appearance in Daizhou. I wonder if there is any significant martial arts sect or martial arts school in Daizhou.
Xiu Shi Family." Guo Wei did not talk about his injury again, and continued to take up the topic above and asked Chai Rong.
"Yes, this person's intention has not been discovered yet. As for the martial arts family in Daizhou City, there are two. One is Tan and the other is Feng. The two families were closely related in the past few years. I don't know why.
In the past few years, the relationship between the two families has undergone tremendous changes, and some frictions have occurred from time to time. The child's adopted brother will also visit the two martial arts families during this trip. As for the martial arts sect, Daizhou is already in a sensitive position.
It is reasonable that there is no martial arts sect in this place."
Chai Rong lowered his eyes and replied respectfully, answering very carefully, fearing that he would miss any link.
"The surname is Feng, have you found out the names of the heads of these two families?" When Guo Wei heard about the family with the surname Feng, he was suddenly stunned. However, he did not hear what Chai Rong said next. When Chai Rong said
After that, he just realized what he was doing and blurted out the name of the heads of these two martial arts families.
Chai Rong didn't notice the subtle change on the other person's face at all, and he replied: "The current head of the Feng family, Feng Bupo, is in charge, but the old man of the Feng family, Feng Yuxiu, is in charge, and the Tan family is Tan Zhenkun. The two families
They are both declining martial arts families, but the relationship between the two families is extremely strange. It is said that a major change occurred in the Feng family a few years ago, which led to the decline of the family.
the edge of."
"Feng Yuxiu, talk about Zhenkun." Guo Wei murmured, without paying any attention to what his adopted son said later. There was a hint of memories in his eyes, as if he was immersed in the past.