thunderbolt

The thunder and clouds in the sky flashed, and the roar was trembling.

Xu Buling held the oil-paper umbrella and slowly walked through the octagonal archway built in the previous dynasty, sweeping over the building complex at the foot of Shilong Mountain.

Xiao Taohua held Xu Buling's hand, hid under the oil-paper umbrella, and was still whispering:

"When I went to Chang'an City, I took my mother over, and then went to an old wine shop to be an apprentice..."

Xu Buling curled the corners of his mouth:

"Why?"

"Because the wine there is delicious. Dad and Uncle Wu like to drink, the elder brother likes to drink, and Master also likes to drink. After drinking it once in Chang'an City last time, Master didn't even touch the horse milk wine from Mobei..."

"If this is true, then wouldn't I be able to drink wine every day?"

Xiao Taohua raised her cheek and smiled, revealing two sweet dimples. She put her hands on her waist and touched the silver ingot:

"I have paid the wine for a long time, I'm afraid my elder brother won't come."

"Duanyu burning, you can't quit after drinking it, so how could you not come?"

Xu Buling took the little peach blossoms into the sparsely populated mountain market.

Shilong Mountain is a place where people in Hangzhou go out for summer vacations. There are heavy rains for days and there are no tourists on the mountain. The war has just subsided, and the shops in the market have not opened. There are only tens of thousands of rain flowers falling from the sky on the long street.

On both sides of the street, rain curtains hang down from the green tiles on the flying eaves, and white stone steps stand quietly in the rain. The scenery is solemn and elegant.

Xu Buling pulled Xiao Taohua and walked not far from the street, his eyes slightly condensed.

Under the big archway opposite Chang Street, Zuo Qingqiu, wearing a literary robe, had a jade crown on his head, a black paper umbrella with his left hand, and a behind his right hand. The iron mace was placed horizontally like a long ruler in the hands of the Master, and his body was as stable as a pine tree, standing between heaven and earth.

"Master!"

Little Taohua saw a figure from afar and quickly waved under the umbrella.

Xu Bu Ling walked towards the big archway without any rushing pace.

Zuo Qingqiu looked calm and smiled three times, like a kind elder, and said from afar:

"Crown Prince Xu, it's been a long time since I was around."

Xu Buling's long boots crossed the rain with the heels on the street and came to the big archway, ten steps away:

"Yes, it's been a long time since Mr. Zuo came from afar and did not come directly to the door. Instead, he came to Shilongshan to stay. Could it be that he was worried that I would be petty and neglected because of the past?"

"The rain in the mountains is very good, come and have a look."

Zuo Swing said softly and looked at the little peach blossom standing under Xu Buling's umbrella:

"On the left, you go back to Baimazhuang first and play with your sister Manzhi. I'll talk about some serious matters with Prince Xu."

"Um?"

Little Taohua finally came over and was a little unhappy, but she also knew that she could not mess with the adult business, so she thought about it:

"Master, big brother, when will you come back?"

Xu Buling smiled: "When your master wants to go back, I will accompany him back."

Zuo Qingqiu laughed: "Yes, if you don't have any questions, you will leave first, and you and Prince Xu will continue to stay in Jiangnan."

"ah?"

Xiao Taohua blinked, hesitated a little, hesitated for a while, and nodded:

"Then you must have a good chat. I'll go back to make snail noodles with Sister Si Ning. Don't come back late."

Zuo Qingqiu nodded slightly.

Xu Buling raised his hand and rubbed Xiao Taohua's head without saying anything.

"I'll leave first."

For some reason, Xiao Taohua felt a little uneasy. After taking a look at her closest master and elder brother, she turned around and walked towards her future until she disappeared at the end of the street.

thunderbolt

The lightning flashed across the sea of ​​clouds, illuminating the slightly dim and pale earth and buildings.

Two men in long robes, holding oil-paper umbrellas, stood inside and outside the archway, and also held long cold iron maces, one hanging at the waist and the other behind them.

Xu Buling's faint smile gradually faded as the little peach blossoms left, and his cold eyes looked at Zuo Qingqiu opposite:

"Mr. Zuo, those who are stubborn will most likely not have a good ending. I came to persuade you because of my friendship with her. The war has hurt thousands of people and is about to calm down. I don't want to hurt the people around me again."

Zuo Qingqiu gently stroked the iron mace wrapped in black cloth with his fingers, his figure still moving, and said calmly:

"You shouldn't have come here. A gentleman should not stand under a dangerous wall and accomplish great things. He should not put himself in danger because of his love for his children."

Xu Buling curled his lips and smiled, spreading his left hand slightly:

"I can't stop me from what I want to do. I also ask Mr. Zuo not to overestimate his abilities and hurt each other's kindness; as long as the gentleman follows me back to Baimazhuang, and those who are ranked among the Three Dukes and Nine Ministers in the future will have the name of the gentleman."

Zuo Qingqiu shook his head: "The world is settled, but there is no big difference between me or not in the court."

Xu Buling frowned slightly: "Sir, since he is a wise man, what is his intention to put this battle to ask you to get into the trap?"

Zuo Qingqiu chuckled slightly, looked at Xu Buling, with a bright look:

"There can only be one person who will be destined to be. I have been planning in Mobei for decades, but I ended up now because of the crime of non-war. I can't afford to lose and I am not convinced."

Xu Buling sighed softly, and understood that if his opponent suddenly took out an airplane cannon to reduce the dimensionality, he would not be convinced.

"At this point, the world has become a general trend. No matter whether you can afford to lose or not, you cannot change the general trend. What's the point of struggling in vain or dying for your country?"

"No matter how perfect the situation is, there will always be flaws. Even if you are favored by the way of heaven, you will no longer have the power to compete with you. There are still flaws, and it is a fatal flaw."

Xu Buling nodded: "I hope to hear it carefully."

Zuo Qingqiu stood with his hands behind his back and said in a deep voice:

"In the current situation, no one can compete with the Xu family, but the Xu family has been passed down for three generations since King Su Xu Lie, and has not had any concubines in the family, and even distant brothers.

I want to restore Jiang’s life, the only way to break the deadlock is to take your life.

As long as you die, King Su has no queen, and the forces under the Xu family will collapse. Even if King Su Xuxian remarries, twenty years will be enough for the Jiang family to reorganize..."

Xu Buling spread his hands and interrupted Zuo Qingqiu's words:

"Sir, you are so whimsical. If I dare to come, no one can keep me. Besides, no matter whether I can take my life or not, even if I die here today, things will not develop in the direction I think.

First of all, my Xu family did not rebel, and now he is still a minister of Dayue.

If I die, King Su has no queen, then the aristocratic families under my command, including my father, will follow the trend to assist the young emperor Song Ling and continue to promote the unification of the world.

Afterwards, if my father had descendants, then the "Yuesu Zen Dynasty" would naturally bring back the imperial power.

If my father really had no descendants, the imperial power would be returned to Song Ling to avoid the resurgence of war and the world collapsed. My King Su's lineage could still be left with the eternal sage name of "loyal and martyrdom of the family".

You killed me today, and my father; you killed my father, and Song Ling; you killed Song Ling, and the three kings in the east, and countless relatives of the Song clan.

This is the general trend of the world. No matter whether you and I want it or not, the general trend will push a leader out. And this person will never be the turn of Jiang.”

After the words fell, both sides calmed down.

Zuo Qingqiu was holding an oil-paper umbrella, and the rain slid from the umbrella bones, with deep eyes looking at Xu Buling seriously.

After a long silence, Zuo Qingqiu shook his head and smiled helplessly:

"At least, if Da Yue is in power if someone else is in power, it is easier to deal with than you."

If you can't win the game, just change to a weak opponent.

Very shameless way of playing.

Xu Buling sighed softly, knowing that it was impossible to explain today, so he put his hand on the iron mace at his waist:

"Mr. Zuo often said to Xiao Taohua that we should bring peace to the world, so I respect you. Now, for the sake of one's own victory or defeat, the consequences will be caused by obstructing me to pacify the world. Do you understand?"

Zuo Qingqiu nodded: "This battle will be fought for another ten years until the creatures are damaged and the corpses float thousands of miles away."

"Sir, since you know, why do you have to be determined to die?"

"Is there any reason to surrender without fighting for a lifetime of practicing martial arts? I can't suppress this tone in my heart."

Zuo Qingqiu took out the iron mace and pointed to the ground obliquely. The rainwater slid from the iron mace and dripped on the bluestone tiles on the ground.

With this action, two figures wearing hats appeared above the buildings on both sides of the long street.

He held the Qingfeng long sword in one hand and looked serious. It was Yan Huilin, the Northern Qi sword immortal.

With one shoulder, she is wearing a cassock and showing a crazy and bloodthirsty smile:

"Sir, why do you need to tell him so much nonsense? I will revenge the revenge of the broken arm in the near future."

Xu Buling held the iron mace at his waist and glanced at the Half-Faced Buddha and Yan Huilin in the house, with his eyes slightly unrestrained:

"Three fights one, is this 'warrior' in Mr. Zuo's heart a slight breath?"

Zuo Qingqiu shook his head: "Crown Prince Xu is not here alone."

After the words fell, a black phantom suddenly appeared in the rain curtain and landed under the eaves behind Xu Buling. A scholar's robe was soaked, and his expression was still gloomy and indifferent.
To be continued...