"History is history, and it will not change because of certain people or things. Just like this cup of tea, no matter what is in your heart, it is still a cup of tea, not wine." Master Feng's eyes flashed
With a glimmer of spirit, he said calmly to the young man in flawless white clothes.
Hearing this, Yan Longxing still had a spring-like smile on his face, but his warm eyes already revealed a bit of hard-to-conceal edge. He gently held the glass-like teacup between his fingers and shook it gently.
With the green tea, no one knew what he was thinking at the moment, and no one disturbed his meditative demeanor.
"Now that you are here, you must leave something behind. Even if you cannot change, you must move forward for your goal. Master Feng's words really startled the dreamer. Yan is really curious, who are you?
?" There was a blade-like edge in Yan Longxing's eyes. He looked straight at the old man with a fairy-like figure, as if to see what was hidden under that old face.
face.
"The old man is the old man. Feng Taishi and Feng Dao of the Great Zhou Kingdom. Mr. Yan has asked the old man this question no less than three times. Does it really matter who the old man is?" Feng Taishi stroked his white beard under his chin with a twinkle in his eye.
A faint smile, like a fox who has succeeded in his conspiracy.
"What on earth are you talking about? It's like a charade. I can't understand a word clearly." Li Chongjin, who was listening quietly on the side, couldn't help but frowned and asked the two people. He actually didn't understand a word.
, these two people seemed to be talking about Zen, which made him very puzzled.
"You have no chance this time, and you will have no chance next time." Yan Longxing did not directly answer the unparalleled Zhou Dynasty general, but said a word without thinking. The young face of
There is a pair of wise eyes embedded in it, as if everything in the world has been seen through by him, and he is just like the wise man standing at the top. In addition to the spotless temperament, there are also waves of books all over his body.
Elegant atmosphere.
"So you decided to take action in advance, right?" Master Feng asked Yan Longxing with burning eyes.
"Yes, there are too many variables in this world. If Yan wants to go back to that place, he has to take action in advance. Regardless of whether history changes or not, Yan just wants to go back to that place."
"Do we really have to go back to that place?" Master Feng asked again with rare curiosity in his eyes.
"It's very important. It may not be important to you, but it is very important to Yan. If you want to return to that place, there is only one way, which is to dominate the world and build a great cause for the ages." Yan Longxing nodded seriously and solemnly.
He replied. The flawless aura in white clothes suddenly dimmed, and was replaced by a bloodthirsty and domineering aura of incomparable confidence.
"Maybe you will succeed, but history will never change because of someone or something." Taishi Feng just reminded lightly.
"Who are you?" Yan Longxing did not dwell too much on his own question. He pointed the finger at Grand Master Feng, and at the same time asked the question extremely seriously.
Grand Master Feng remained silent. He did not ignore the question of the young man in flawless white clothes, but chose to remain silent. Perhaps this was the best way to face the problem. He poured another cup of green tea as thick as emerald,
It seemed that the boiling water in the stove kettle was always inexhaustible. They had drank many cups of tea, but Master Feng had never added any water to the stove kettle.
"Who is that general? I don't understand a word of the Zen talk between you. Why do you want to ask me out? It would be more fun to go to the battlefield to kill the enemy. Following people like you who talk in roundabout ways,
Living is a kind of torture." Li Chongjin no longer concealed his inner unhappiness. He drank the tea in his hand as if he were drinking a glass of fine wine. The action was extremely graceful and done in one go.
"You are a witness." Yan Longxing's smile did not diminish and he said to Li Chongjin. And his words made Li Chongjin full of doubts. He didn't understand what he was here to witness. Could he be witnessing this old man and that man?
The incomprehensible conversation between the teenagers still witnessed the endless boiling water pouring into the fragrant green tea.
Li Chenglong and Lai Gouer were walking on the street. They did not expect that this sudden spring rain would stop them from admiring the ancient imperial capital. The spring cold in the north is more severe, and this spring rain came even more suddenly.
They were caught off guard, and their clothes were already wet. Although the two of them had changed into brand new clothes, they still had a sense of inferiority. Before they had time to appreciate the heroic folk customs of the Great Zhou Dynasty, they let
They felt the raging spring cold in the north.
"Dog, what do you think is the difference between Bianliang City and our Jinling City? They have the same thick walls and wide streets. There are not as many people on the street as there are in Jinling City." Hiding in a place
In the stone pavilion, Li Chenglong asked Lai Gou. In his eyes, the cities were all the same, with thick walls, tall towers, and a dazzling array of shops on each street.
"What do you know? This is the imperial capital. It is not comparable to Jinling. This is the first city in the Central Plains. Although Jinling City is not bad, it still lacks something. Don't you see it? Also, you are not allowed to call it "Jinling City" in the future.
I'm a bitch, I'm a member of the envoy to the Great Zhou Dynasty, and I am an official no matter what. If you don't know, just ask, don't pretend to understand when you don't know, it will be embarrassing for us Southern Tang people."
Of course, Lai Gou'er was still intoxicated with excitement. He never thought that with his status as a beggar, he would one day become a member of the Southern Tang Dynasty's envoy to the Great Zhou Dynasty. And he would also become a wealthy man with a salary.
Although he still doesn't know what kind of official he is, it is enough. When he returns to Jinling City, he can show off to those gangsters that he is a fucking official.
"Without name or status, if it weren't for Mr. Ye, how would we have this life? You know, I don't see you studying for several years. I see, this imperial capital is more grand than our Jinling City, but it's still here.
The women are stronger than the women here, isn't this the same as in Jinling City?" Li Chenglong was naturally dissatisfied with the other party's disdainful attitude, and he immediately retorted to the other party. But he still did not change his opinion,
The city is always the same.
"Amitabha, two donors, are you from the Southern Tang Dynasty?"
While Li Chenglong was chatting with Lai Gouer, a fat monk stepped into the small stone pavilion. Originally, the stone pavilion was spacious, but as the fat monk entered, the stone pavilion suddenly seemed a little crowded.
It was crowded. Because the fat monk occupied most of the place, an invisible feeling of depression suddenly surged over the two of them.
Li Chenglong and Lai Gouer were even more surprised. They did not see how the fat monk entered the stone pavilion. At first, he also paid attention to the surroundings and did not see any passers-by. But this man
The sudden appearance of the monk flashed into the stone pavilion like a ghost, which made their hearts tighten. They stared at the monk blankly, but were speechless.
He was a fat and deformed monk, with thin skin and tender flesh, and a very bright cassock. Under the fat monk's wide forehead were a pair of deep-set eyes and a high bridge of his nose.
The next big mouth opened. The monk had a strange aura all over his body, which made people tremble uncontrollably.
When the monk saw that the two men did not answer him, he was not annoyed and asked again.
Li Chenglong and Lai Gouer finally came to their senses and nodded hurriedly towards the fat monk. They didn't know why the monk asked them such a question. However, the monk started chatting with them again, and the monk didn't
There was no hint of anything detrimental to them, which made the two men feel relieved, and they told everything they knew without any hindrance.
"Amitabha, I thanked the two benefactors. The rain stopped, and the poor monk said goodbye." The fat monk said to the two people with both hands. After saying that, his fat body had already stepped out of the stone pavilion.
What surprised Li Chenglong and Lai Gouer was that the rain outside the stone pavilion did not stop at all. Why did the monk say it had stopped? They looked towards the rain curtain outside the stone pavilion, only to find that
The monk had already disappeared.
The two people's eyes were full of horror, and their hearts were even more palpitating. The spring rain around them seemed to be falling more densely, and the sky was covered with layers of white rain curtains. Between the earth, there was only the vast spring rain, like
The damp and cold breath like a blade surged in, rushing straight to the bottom of their hearts. They couldn't help but shudder. The spring cold in the imperial capital was still more frightening than the winter cold in Aurous Hill, and people couldn't help but tremble.
Shivering.
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A look of despair flashed across Alai's eyes, and the extremely delicate long knife he raised swept up layers of bloodthirsty aura in the air, rushing down towards him. And he struggled unwillingly.
All of a sudden, the rainwater on the street got into his clothes wantonly, and the drizzle like ox hair formed a cold blade in the air and struck down directly on his head.
The bloodthirsty aura suffocated him, and he simply closed his eyes. Come on, maybe this is retribution. He died a hundred times, and there was no brotherhood, nor that
Dao Qianli's fairy-like figure. The despair in his heart made his face become extremely pale, and he didn't know whether what wet his face was the fine spring rain or his unwillingness.
tears.
"Dang", a harsh sound of metal interlacing sounded in Alai's ears, and he felt a flash of fire in front of his eyes. Although his eyes were closed, he could still clearly feel the fire. What followed was
Yes, the terrifying aura that enveloped him suddenly disappeared, and he felt that his body belonged to him again.
Opening his eyes, he first saw a pair of extremely delicate flowered shoes. Looking up along the flowered shoes, he saw a slender figure with a purple dress tied up her graceful figure.
There is a paper umbrella as gorgeous as Su on top of the beautiful shadows that move like clouds.
Alai was lying on the soaked street and saw the gorgeous paper umbrella and the unparalleled purple figure. Although it was a back figure and a sword that was full of coldness, he
He still recognized the woman in purple. He almost couldn't believe his eyes. He didn't expect that it was her holding a flower umbrella, falling from the sky, and saving his life. He could only look up to her but couldn't bear the slightest blasphemy.
In his heart, the girl Xiang'er exists like a fairy.
The gorgeous paper umbrella was like a large shield. Rotating rainwater shot out from all directions, rushing towards the middle-aged man. But the purple shadow did not touch the rain, and the shadow under his feet did not touch the rain.
The flowery shoes were not wet at all, and the long knife in the middle-aged man's hand was as powerful as a long river, sweeping up layers of spring cold and counterattacking.
Alai knew that the girl Xiang'er was no match for the middle-aged man. Just when he was worried about the purple shadow, the rain on the street suddenly started to fly sideways. He saw a cold and fierce figure of Shen Xiong rushing into the rain curtain.
, drizzle was flying, and the person who rushed into the rain curtain was already soaked, but the cold light in his hand split the rain curtain like a broken bamboo, and flew into the middle-aged man like a rainbow piercing the sun.
"Liu Yuansheng, you are finally here." Alai breathed a sigh of relief, lying on the street soaked by the spring rain like a dead dog.