There seems to be a cold wind blowing, and the grass and trees are swaying.
Under dusk, Yang Yu's eyes shrank violently.
In a trance, the dream returned to Jishan, as if I once again saw the unparalleled general who was riding a red cloud horse chasing the wind, holding phoenix wings and gilded gold, leading eight thousand mysterious armors, looking down at the four fields, and crossing thousands of armies.
In less than a moment, he had come back to his senses, but there was no such unrivaled general in front of him, only the old man who looked like an old farmer, with white temples, a weathered face, and an unattractive appearance.
"Since ancient times, beauties are like famous generals, and they are not allowed to grow old in the world..."
For no reason, this idea came to Yang Yu's mind, but he quickly dismissed it because the old man in front of him, who seemed to be in his twilight years, was suppressing the entire world.
"ah!"
The ghost infant screamed and almost fainted from fright. He felt the world was spinning, and within a moment, he was being pinched in the most terrifying hand in the world.
Yang Yu's heart trembled. He was on high alert, but he didn't notice it at all. It was as if the ghost baby was already in his hands...
"Taoist technique, the technique of transporting five ghosts."
Playing with the ghost baby with one hand, Zhang Xuanba waved to Yang Yu to sit over. The latter's eyes flickered, but he did not refuse and sat calmly beside the bonfire.
"Is this the first time you and I have met?"
The vicissitudes of time have left deep marks on his face, but those eyes are as deep as the sea and have the power to penetrate people's hearts.
"It doesn't count, it doesn't count either."
The bonfire blown by the breeze flickered on and off, and Yang Yu glanced at it with his peripheral vision. He couldn't help but feel shocked. Just as Lu Qingting said, there was really no shadow behind him...
"In just over ten years, you have done great things. Even in Linlong Road, I have heard of your name."
Seriously relying on the deer meat, Zhang Xuanba let go of the ghost baby and let it go.
"Qingzhou Yang Yu? Now, he is the northwest king, Yang Yu, right?"
He looked at him with a half-smile, and Yang Yu couldn't help but make a thump in his heart.
If it hadn't been for many years of hard work and sufficient state of mind cultivation, this question would probably prompt the golden dragon to be sheared immediately...
However, contrary to his expectation, this person seemed to just say it casually, not even caring much about his identity, and then started roasting the venison carefully.
"You came here to go outside the customs to..."
Yang Yu thought about it, a little unsure.
In a short period of time, he opened his heavenly eyes, moved his eyes, and was highly concentrated, observing all the subtle expressions of the King Zhao of the West Prefecture in front of him.
Unfortunately, no matter what method he tried, he was unable to grasp the slightest emotion or heart of the person in front of him. He could only feel that there was a hole in front of him, as deep as the sky and sea.
"Of course I'm not here to capture you."
Zhang Xuanba knew what he was thinking, but he didn't care much about it. He lowered his head and played with the venison:
"The world is like this. If you rebel, just rebel."
"this……"
This answer was far beyond Yang Yu's expectation.
As the first king of the Ming Dynasty, the pillar of the country that has dominated the world for a lifetime, this attitude is a bit wrong...
Is it because it can move the sky and shake the earth?
Or a man of truth?
Yang Yu became more and more uncertain: "Don't you ask me why I rebelled?"
"What's the point?"
Zhang Xuanba sighed slightly:
"Three thousand years of history, over and over again, are nothing but a 'history of rebellion'... I ask you how to rebel, and you ask why Taizu rebelled. Isn't it that I am speechless?"
"..."
Yang Yu almost choked and immediately decided to shut up.
Even after more than ten years of hard work, he didn't think he could outsmart this old guy. Of course, he couldn't beat him...
"When I was young, I was paranoid. As I got older, I gradually started to think more about it."
Adding firewood casually, the campfire crackled, Zhang Xuanba pulled off a deer leg and handed it over:
"After all, this world is not ruled by one family. If you can't do it well, why should you be obsessed with power..."
After a slight hesitation, Yang Yu took the deer leg and took a bite without hesitation.
"how is the taste?"
"puff!"
Without giving any face, he spit out the blood-streaked venison directly: "Your skills are not very good, the blood stings..."
"Yeah?"
Zhang Xuanba also took a bite and chewed twice:
"I think it's okay."
When it comes to food, Yang Yu is not overly picky, but he really can't stand eating the venison, so he immediately took the venison and started roasting it.
In the distance, behind a big tree, the ghost baby was in shock. Looking at the two people chatting happily, it was really puzzling.
"How can I get along with him?!"
He was a little frightened, a little confused, and most of all, it was unbelievable.
To him, this scene looked like a ghost hunter sitting together with the King of Ghosts, chatting happily, no matter how you look at it, it was weird.
He deliberately stepped forward to remind him, but after hesitating for a long time, he backed away a little. He was really scared...
One deer was not enough to fit between two people's teeth. After a while, only bones were left on the ground.
"Your skills are better than mine."
The grease on his hands dripped like water, leaving no trace behind. Zhang Xuanba was satisfied. He patted his belly gently and asked:
"What kind of person do you think I am?"
"The monument of martial arts, the supreme grandmaster born from the fate of martial arts. Throughout the ages, there are only a few people who can compare to it..."
Yang Yu is serious.
Naturally, this is not flattery, because it is a fact.
Even if he is a slovenly Taoist in the fantasy world of immortals and demons, everyone will feel excited when he hears it.
Such a person can bear any praise.
Adding firewood casually, Zhang Xuanba's expression remained unchanged and he continued to ask:
"What about martial arts?"
"Except for martial arts..."
Yang Yu was startled and saw that his expression was calm, as if he was waiting, and then he said:
"Linlong has been without war for more than seventy years, and there have been no strong bandits. The people live and work in peace and contentment, and all industries are prosperous. The prosperity is comparable to that of the seven states in the south of the Yangtze River. In both civil and military skills, it can surpass the Ming Dynasty..."
After saying this, Yang Yu paused for a moment before saying:
"It's a pity that all this is limited to Linlong and fails to benefit the world. The chosen king searches the world, oppresses all directions, and forces the world to rebel..."
When Emperor Qianheng was mentioned, their expressions changed. Yang Yu showed unabashed disgust, while Zhang Xuanba sighed.
"I have the power to seize the throne of the world, but if I don't take it, I have the ability to level the world. If I don't do it, I have the power to revolutionize the world and recreate the universe, but my hands are tied...
Outside of martial arts, he is too indecisive."
indecisive!
If such an evaluation spreads, it will definitely shock the world and attract countless people to sneer at it.
Zhang Xuanba went through hundreds of battles in his life and killed countless people, many of whom were famous throughout the world. The Ming Dynasty was depressed for decades.
"oh?"
Zhang Xuanba was slightly startled.
Countless people in the world hate him, respect him, fear him, are afraid of him, and call him whatever they want, but no one evaluates him as "indecisive".