Looking at Yuan Shu in front of him, Zhao Yun and Ling'er felt awe-inspiring, and Tang Zhou and Cui Shiniang were chewing their teeth and piercing their gums.

Yuan Shu didn't care at all. Anyway, he was already a dying person. He drove two sheep, so how could he care about one more enemy and one less enemy? Can he not die if he lacked one person?

His eyes were always concentrated on Wang Yue, without a trace of freedom.

Everyone thought that Wang Yue was fully informative. Whether he left Luoyang to join Buddhism or destroyed the Qianjitang, Wang Yue seemed to be telling the truth, but he knew that the truth was definitely not the case. At least there were some things that Wang Yue did not guarantee them.

Wang Yue is the real scheming!

With the murderous eyes, Yuan Shu slowly walked to Wang Yue, hugged Wang Yue and said seriously: "It is indeed worthy of being the number one great swordsman in the world. Your swordsmanship is unique in the world, and your mouth and tongue are equally sharp and one sword is enough to seal your throat.

This sect claims to be accustomed to being scheming, but he doesn't expect that he actually shot himself in the foot today. This sect does not deny that what you said is true, and this sect does not deny that Qianjitang is indeed defeated by my master, but there is something unknown to me, so I would like to ask Master Wang to give me advice!"

Since he was destined to die, Yuan Shu was already suspicious of Wang Yue, so he naturally would not be polite to Wang Yue anymore. There was no longer the kind of mutual appreciation he used to be in his words, only alienation and irony.

I don’t know if it’s mocking myself or Wang Yue.

"Please speak with the Sect Master. I really feel ashamed of the title of the Great Sword Master!" Wang Yue seemed to be unable to hear what Yuan Shu said, but just frowned slightly and nodded in response.

"Sect Master?" Yuan Shu laughed at himself, his lips curled slightly, "Master Wang, you are arrogant and arrogant, and your martial arts are the best in the world. Have you ever regarded Yuan as the sect leader in your heart? Today, Yuan has no way out, so why should you flatter him again?"

Wang Yue's face turned solemn and clasped his fists at Yuan Shu: "It seems that Master Yuan has doubts about Wang's heart. Today, all the heroes are here. If Master Yuan has any doubts, you might as well say it directly. Wang must know everything!"

Yuan Shu nodded and breathed slowly: "The Qianjitang of Yanzhou and the later Buddha Bath Festival are related to the grudges of the two religions of Buddhism and Taoism for a hundred years. Anyone in Taoism who really holds a grudge against them, no matter what right or wrong, this sect does not want to refute it or refuse it.

But today's affairs, I still want to understand, rather than die in a confused manner under everyone's hands. Wang Yue, this sect dares to ask you, since you are Wang Deyu's father, then for the sake of this sect for so many years, is it just for today?"

Yuan Shu felt angry and felt that he was slapped by Wang Yue, and even Master Wang's swordsman turned directly into Wang Yue!

Everyone just felt that Yuan Shu was very tricky. When they heard this, they suddenly felt that Wang Yue was also vicious and ulterior motives, and they were comparable to Yuan Shu. They turned their heads in unison and looked at Wang Yue and felt afraid.

"Yes, you can plant melons and plant melons and plant beans and beans. What causes you, Yuan Shu, planted in the past, will naturally have any fruits today. What is there to be said!" Wang Yue laughed, and his righteousness came to his face, looking open and upright.

If everyone had not seen through the true nature of Yuan Shu and Wang Yue, they would have thought that Wang Yue was a gentleman with a bright and bright mind. Unfortunately, everyone already knew that these two were just the eldest brother and the second brother, and the crow rode on the pig's back as black as the crow was.

Everyone did not take over Wang Yue's joke, even his two apprentices Huangfu Linger, Shi A and his biological son Wang Li were in a lack of interest.

Wang Yue's expression stagnated, and he raised his head to look at the bright moon in the sky. The dark clouds had long dissipated, and the bright moon's light continued to sprinkle on the earth, and the earth was clear and bright.

"After following the real person in Nanhua all day, I almost forgot my original intention and forgot that I am a martial artist in the martial arts world who are in a high mountain scenery." Wang Yue sighed and turned to Wang Li, "Li'er, do you still remember the poem you wrote at your second uncle's house in Luoyang?"

Of course Wang Li remembered that he looked at Zhao Yun and nodded.

At that time, he and Zhao Yun had just entered the Northern Army's Shooting Camp. Due to the complex relationship between the army, the soldiers under him were almost all the hands and feet of the Luoyang family. He felt bored for a moment, so he wrote Gao Shi's song "The Song of the Frontier" at his second uncle's house to encourage himself.

"There are thousands of drums and thunder in the ground, and the thousands of flags and fires produce wind. The sun wheel is stationed in frost and the moon soul is hanging on the eagle bow. The Qinghai formation is cloudy, and the Black Mountain soldiers are rushing. The battle is high, and the battle is empty. After thousands of miles, they will die. They will succeed in one day. Draw the Qilin Pavilion and enter the Mingguang Palace."

As he was thinking about it, Wang Yue suddenly felt passionate and seemed to return to his former style. A thought of nostalgia finally appeared in his eyes: "When he was young, he was also ambitious and yearned for such a day of riding on the battlefield and licking blood on the tip of a knife.

Because of the family, I could only wander around the world and be brave enough to make a fuss. Later, with my own swordsmanship, I finally won the favor of the late emperor. I originally wanted to ask the late emperor to let me join the army, but because of the words of those corrupt scholars and civil officials, my dream of getting the battlefield disappeared again."

Although there was no saying at that time that "a good iron does not make nails, and a good man does not join the army", Wang Li or Wang Yue's family, Bingzhou Taiyuan, was a famous family in the local family. Their ancestors' expectations for them were more that they could become famous scholars who were knowledgeable and knowledgeable, rather than those who only knew how to charge.

Unfortunately, whether it was Wang Yun or Wang Li, they did not follow the path pointed by their ancestors. Instead, they had their own opportunities or almost took charge of the imperial seal to eradicate Dong Zhuo, or led a million troops to occupy two states and overlooked the world.

Wang Yue did not follow their guidance to find chapters and sentences to be a corrupt scholar, but instead took a different approach and became a famous great swordsman in the world. Of course, what Wang Yue thought about most was the battlefield, and his emotions and the content of his words all explained this.

Wang Yue sighed when he was not a general. Wang Yue shook his head and got rid of the feeling of remembrance, and then said: "So, I hate those corrupt scholars and the late emperor. Therefore, I can hit it off with the real person of Nanhua.

Although it was because of the instigation of General He Jin in the palace, it was also a wonderful thing for me. Seeing the late emperor's country slowly disintegrating into my hands, why don't I feel secretly happy?"

"Did you recognize me at that time?" Wang Li thought about it and asked. After all, the past was like a thorn in his throat. Neither he nor Cui Shiniang saved He Jin's life. I have to say that this was one of the few failures he had in his life.

Wang Yue nodded: "I have recognized it long ago. When you first entered Beijing, I went to Luoyang, but I took a few glances from afar, so you don't know."

"But you still completed the assassination of He Jin at the hands of Miss Cui and me, which not only made me return in vain, but also caused me a little bit of secret injuries?"

"That's right! But you and Miss Cui were not seriously injured. Even when they were fighting with Miss Cui alone, I didn't kill you in your face. Otherwise, even if Miss Cui's flute sound could disturb people's eyes and ears, what could I do to me?"

"Since you have recognized me, why don't you stop and continue to hang out with them, and even assassinate Your Majesty in Yong'an Palace, facing the enemy and us in front of the Jiujing Tower, and protect Yuan Shu by the banks of the Qingshui River?"

Wang Yue suddenly giggled: "Son inherited his father's business, you are my son. I cannot destroy the Han Dynasty, but you can take charge of the powerful soldiers and command the heroes. After recognizing you, my mind gradually changed.

The Yellow Turban incident in the Han Dynasty has been decayed. I am hiding by Yuan Shu to help them disrupt the Liu family and gain their trust and sell them to you? Why do you have to go back to Luoyang to be a farmer by your mother?”

Yuan Shao and Yuan Shu suddenly realized and looked as if they were ashamed: "So, did you specifically bring us here?"

"Of course! Otherwise, how would you know that Li'er would go to Tiandishan?" Wang Yue let out a long roar, glared at Yuan Shao and the others with a gloomy face, "He is my son, and I know him well, of course, than you. According to his cautious but risky personality, he will inevitably lead the soldiers under his tent to climb Tiandishan to Tiandishan to guide the country!"

The falcon was caught by the eagle all day long.

Yuan Shao snorted coldly, and his expression was naturally extremely unhappy: "Aren't you afraid of backfiring and making Wang Li a fish swimming in our net and a trapped beast in the city?"

"Not afraid! You won't succeed with me, let alone that I have already asked my junior brother Zhang Ji to Luoyang, so Ling'er should naturally lead the troops here. With a foolproof situation, what else am I afraid of?"

Wang Yue said the heroic spirit of the clouds, but everyone let out a cold sweat. Even the moon that had just emerged from the sky quietly hid behind the dark clouds.
Chapter completed!