Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

Hearing the sound of hooves and eagles approaching towards him, Zong Luo felt strangely calm.

When misfortunes depend on fortunes, fortunes and misfortunes fall on them. It's a blessing, not a disaster, it's a disaster that can't be escaped.

——As long as Yu Beizhou comes, it will be no good.

Who made this the favorite protagonist of the group in "Can Drink a Cup of Nothing"?

That is, everything follows him, everyone is holding him, and he is the center of the world in the book.

If it happened to happen on the same day as usual, Zong Luo really didn't believe it was a coincidence.

If it wasn't for his plan of suspended animation, he would have even started to think in his mind if there was a mistake in his suspended animation plan a year ago, so that Yu Beizhou would get the news in advance, and he would not be happy when he came back. .

With the urgency of this long-term enemy, Zong Luo believed that he could really do it.

It was because he knew that no one could know about his whim plan, so Zong Luo only felt a sigh. There really is such a coincidence in the world, and in response to the thief God's sentence, it's not that enemies don't get together.

While thinking, the sound of hooves also stopped.

The handsome young man in red leaned his head with one hand on the black iron horse bit, tilted his head and looked down, his eyes swept over the inch Xu Bailing in the man's eyes, the narrow and sharp phoenix eyes narrowed indistinctly, Beautiful and arrogant.

Before the commander could say which one of the Confucian scholars was wearing Qixing Longyuan, Yu Beizhou spoke lazily first.

"Oh? Are you the third prince who came back from the dead in the mouth of the great commander?"

Duan Junhao silently closed his mouth.

Feeling that the interested gaze turned around him, Zong Luo controlled his expression, neither humble nor arrogant, and bowed his hands: "The Caomin has seen the prince, and what the prince said, the Caomin must not be accepted."

Yu Beizhou must have recognized him.

The people who know each other best in the world are always the opponents.

Zongluo and Yu Beizhou have been hostile for many years, and they have long known the bottom line. It is no exaggeration to say that even if Yu Beizhou turned to ashes, Zongluo could recognize it. vice versa.

Furthermore, Zongluo had no intention of covering up his identity after returning to the DPRK after a year, and he did not even make the slightest disguise on his face. As for feigning amnesia and feigning blindness, those were all foreshadowings he laid for himself, and he wished Duan Junhao would go back and report the news that the third prince was suspected to have come back to life with amnesia and blindness.

It's no wonder that Yu Beizhou couldn't recognize him by simply wrapping a piece of cloth around his eyes.

Seeing that the King of Beining had nothing to say, Duan Junhao's palm was full of cold sweat, and he hurriedly introduced: "This son is the master of Qixing Longyuan, a distinguished guest of Confucianism. He was seriously injured a few years ago, not only blind, but also suffered from amnesia, my lord, you Look......?"

Yu Beizhou suddenly raised the corner of his mouth and laughed loudly, startling the black crow parked by the city wall.

At the end, he stopped laughing and leaned on the horse's back, with an expression of undetectable joy: "It's a bit like."

Duan Junhao breathed a sigh of relief.

While he was relieved, those questions resurfaced.

If it's really the third prince, then why...?

Duan Junhao's breath has not been relieved to the end, when Yuguang swept to the king of Beining suddenly violent, and flew off his horse like a dragon, and a scarlet afterimage swept out, and the strong wind pointed directly at the noble man with white silk eyes. youth.

The wind in his palm was cold, and there was an undisguised killing intent inside.

It's an obvious killer move.

At the same time, the eagle in the sky also snorted and swooped.

"Brother Luo!"

In addition to being shocked, before the words were finished, Gu Ziyuan was pushed away by Zong Luo.

Zong Luo suddenly turned sideways, his boots stepped on the light projected by the setting sun on the maple leaves, and skillfully avoided the cold palm wind.

Although he couldn't see, Zongluo could barely tell the location of Yu Beizhou just by listening to the sound. What's more, when learning martial arts in Guigu, there was no shortage of training in jumping thorns while blindfolded, which was considered an advance drill.

In the blink of an eye, two figures, one white and one red, made several moves with their bare hands in front of the city gate. It was difficult for ordinary people to see their movements clearly, and the garrison guarding the door did not dare to step forward to stop them.

The first to be unsheathed was Qixing Longyuan.

In the end, the vision is still limited, and the opponent is pressing step by step, and the ultimate move is frequent, and there is no intention to hold back. Zong Luo had no choice but to step back half a step, and the long sword Han Guang suddenly broke out of its sheath, like Fang Fei's peach blossoms falling off the end of the sword.

Before the sword is sold, the sword will come first. The goshawk let out a loud cry and was swept back into the air.

Tai A, the general in red, approached silently, just on the scabbard of General Zong Luo's sword.

Tai'a is different from Qixing Longyuan, who has a silver body. Legend has it that when Tai A opened the furnace and sacrificed the sword with living people, it was the most famous evil sword in the Great Wilderness.

As they got closer, Yin Hong and the silver-white swords were pressed together, their breaths intertwined.

Yu Beizhou leaned over and chuckled softly in a voice that only the two of them could hear, like a sigh, sinking into his lips and teeth, almost murmured.

"...You're finally back, Senior Brother."

This mad dog who plays cards out of common sense!

Zong Luo's face sank like water.

Qixing Longyuan slid to the side at a tricky angle, the long hair that was tied up was lifted up by the sharp action, stabbed diagonally in front of Yu Beizhou, and touched the white fur on his left shoulder.

Zong Luo sighed in his heart when the hilt of the sword froze and he realized that the scabbard encountered an obstacle.

The scabbards of both swords rested on each other's left shoulders.

This time, it can only be regarded as a draw.

Before anyone around could react, this sudden competition was over.

That alone was enough to surprise everyone.

Who doesn't know that the King of Beining came under the door of Guigu? The gang wind that just swept away is enough to make people fight with each other, and they can even win the battle with the experienced and fierce King Beining. Still blind, I want to come to this Confucian disciple named Gu Luo in swordsmanship. Equally extraordinary.

The tip of the sword resting on Zong Luo's left shoulder began to move dangerously downward.

From the youth's thin shoulder line, it slid to the position of the heart, pressed it ambiguously, and slowly moved to the beautifully curved jaw before the other party got angry.

To this, Zong Luo's reaction was to press the scabbard directly to Yu Beizhou's throat, and the action was not sloppy.

Although neither of them drew their swords, the scabbards of each other were pointed at each other's lifeline, and a slight change would result in a thousand injuries to the enemy and eight hundred to themselves.

Feeling the same killing intent from Qixing Longyuan, the pair of black jade-like pupils suddenly lit up, like a child who retrieved his favorite toy, as if it was not him who was pointed at his heart with a sword.

Even if he can't see it, Zongluo can feel the eyes of the other party as if it were real. Like a cold-blooded animal waiting for an opportunity to crawl in the dark, the heat is rising steadily, and it is still creepy and extremely uncomfortable through the layers of cloth.

Zongluo: "..."

After reading through the book for too long, he forgot that Yu Beizhou was actually a serious pervert.

Excited when he sees blood, pain and murderous aura are, on the contrary, pleasure/sense to him.

After hesitating for a moment, he took the lead in shaking his hand and retracting the sword, hung it back on his waist, and said lightly: "Caomin doesn't know why the prince suddenly shot, so he shot to resist, no offense."

The smile on Yu Beizhou's lips widened, and he said slyly: "Where, I haven't seen this seven-star Longyuan for a long time. I was happy when I saw it, so I gave it a try. Sir, don't take it to heart."

He was born good-looking, with a face like a bright moon, and lips like red lips. The flamboyant red clothes made his brows and eyes more beautiful, and the ends of his eyes were red with Zong Luo's killing intent, like a ghost crawling out of a coffin to seduce people's souls.

Now, when he said this gossip, Yu Beizhou's long and narrow phoenix eyes were slightly curved, and he looked like a lazy smile. There was no formality, and it only made people feel like a rambunctious teenager who didn't grow up.

It's just like a charming face.

Zongluo took the sword, but he didn't. Said on a whim, but placed it on the opponent's chin at the angle of Tai Ajian, and gently lifted it up, forcing Zongluo to raise his head towards him.

The young man in white has a calm face, his thin lips are tightly pursed, and the white silk on his eyes makes him weak, neither sad nor happy, how clear and clear he is.

Yu Beizhou stared at him for a while, his crow feather-like eyelashes blinked twice, his mind uncertain.

Seeing Duan Junhao's expression on the side, he suddenly said casually, "Don't you suspect that this is the Third Highness? Come and take a look."

It turned out that he just shot suddenly, really just to try this one, right?

Duan Junhao was dripping with sweat.

He is the commander of the garrison who took office temporarily after his father. Although he has commanded a few small battles before, he is still far from the generals like Yu Beizhou who are in charge of the army and expand the territory. Got crushed.

Besides, what is the identity of the third prince? It's fine if you admit it right, but if you admit it wrong, you'll end up with a rash comment on the royal family.

"It's... a lowly job, stupid, can't see it."

Looking at Yu Beizhou, the clouds are light and the wind is light, and he is used to his usual appearance. Duan Junhao only dared to bow his head while silently deepening the impression of the cruel and perverse character of King Beining in his heart.

"Stupid." Yu Beizhou lazily spat out a word.

"Forget it, after all, you are not this king. How can this king know more about the appearance of this king's good senior brother?"

He deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of the word "good", and his tone was particularly malicious.

Duan Junhao looked at the white-clothed boy who was still standing in the same place, and Yu Beizhou used the Tai A sword to lift his chin, and felt a little numb for a while: "Then this..."

If it is really the third prince with amnesia, the King of Beining is tantamount to committing a crime, and of course no one dares to accuse him of anything. If it weren't for the third prince, the King of Beining had a relationship with him again, and he seemed to be very admiring. Really confused people.

"It's quite similar."

Yu Beizhou smiled and said: "This king leads troops all the year round, and I haven't seen my senior brother for a long time. Not to mention that there are no bones left in the battle of the Third Highness in Hangu Pass, and I didn't even see the last face. It's really a pity. Looking at it now, I just don't think I can remember it clearly. Now that I see it, it's a bit of a glimpse."

It is nonsense to refer to a barbarian as a plant and to refer to a deer as a horse!

Across a layer of cloth, Zong Luo felt his qi and blood surged up and his temples jumped.

Can Yu Beizhou remember the face of the enemy?

Besides, this fellow is still so close, one senior brother at a time, Zongluo can't remember when he and Yu Beizhou became acquainted with each other to the point where they could call each other senior brothers. I'm afraid it's a dream.

Sure enough, as soon as Yu Beizhou's shit-stirring stick comes out, it's definitely not good.

This is only the first step of the plan, and just after it was implemented, it died here.

Originally, Zong Luo thought of approaching the inexperienced commander Duan Junhao at the gate of the city. He reported his suspicious identity, and then he could go to the bright side. It was logical to start the arrangement. A Yu Beizhou emerges from the sky.

It's just that he is still saying this to his face now. If you want to return in the future, you have to make another plan.

Zong Luo was a postgraduate tutor before Chuanshu, and the students who were usually brought by his subordinates were too angry. He could hold the bottle of wolfberry and take a sip and talk about anything. After wearing the book, he was usually not arrogant or impetuous in his affairs, and even the old officials in the court had to praise him for his condescension and humiliation.

Only in front of Yu Beizhou, it is difficult for him to maintain his stability.

The great commander said embarrassingly: "So it turns out that it is abrupt and abrupt. If you want to come to the appearance of the third prince, is it something I can guess at will?"

Since the King of Beining only said "like", it is unlikely that this is the third prince.

Indeed, on second thought, as long as the white cloth is not taken off, no one dares to jump to conclusions.

The doubts in Duan Junhao's heart were completely vanished, and he bowed his hands towards Zong Luo apologetically: "It's really that I'm too irritable, I'm not thinking well, I thought about it for a while, and I was abrupt."

Zong Luo was annoyed in his heart, and returned the salute with a blank face: "The great commander controls the garrison, and he manages all kinds of opportunities. Naturally, he will not mind."

Seeing them scrambling around, Yu Beizhou reluctantly took up his sword and got on his horse again.

He condescendingly swept over Zongluo's sharp-boned hands, and suddenly seemed to remember something, and laughed to himself.

Zong Luo listened to the laughter and felt that if this person were placed in the modern age, he would definitely go to a mental hospital.

When just before Yu Beizhou saw him, he also stood there and laughed for a few minutes without panting. After laughing, he made a killing move.

With a smile, Yu Beizhou said again: "It's a coincidence that this king has recently acquired several books of Confucianism and Taoism, which seem to be written by Wen Zi."

"My brother passed away, and this king is very hurt and I miss him very much. Looking at this gentleman, since he came to Beijing with Confucianism, he must live in my Dayuan for some time in the future. If you have time in your spare time, you might as well come to Beining Palace to be your king. Participate in one or two lectures.”

Yu Beizhou took off the jade pendant from his waist and threw it, but he used his skill in secret.

Zong Luo raised his hand and grabbed the jade pendant accurately. The tiger's mouth was numb, and he was speechless for a moment for such a childish trick.

"Sir is coming, just show the jade pendant directly at the gate of the palace, and this king will..."

He lowered his voice and said meaningfully, "I will definitely greet you with a couch."

After speaking, Yu Beizhou whistled and didn't give the rest of the unrelated people another look. The horse's hooves splashed dust on the road and flew away.

Behind him, the pitch-black falcon spread its wings.

When the group of troops disappeared at the door, Gu Ziyuan, who was standing beside Zongluo, came back to his senses with an excited expression: "Brother Luo...!"

Wen Zi is a Confucian teacher who has passed away for hundreds of years. In the early years, Wenzi liked to travel around the world, and traveled to study and preach.

However, most of the collections of Wenzi's classics in other countries are princes and nobles, and it is difficult to refer to them in ordinary identities.

Gu Ziyuan had long heard that when the King of Beining attacked the capitals of various countries, not only did he not destroy these ancient books, but he ordered his soldiers to carry wooden slips in carts to transport them to the capital of Dayuan. Although he acted as a robber, he was lucky if he succeeded in defeating the robber and failed to get the books lost.

He sighed: "I didn't expect the King of Beining to be so handsome and young instead of the blue-faced and fangs in folklore."

Now the King of Beining has left his jade pendant with him.

It is not only a solicitation for Gu Luo, but also an appreciation for the Confucianism who is about to enter the great abyss and has no foundation. Thinking of the pivotal position of the King of Beining in the capital, it is simply against the unpopular situation of Confucianism in a big country. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a step to the sky, and it has boosted Gu Ziyuan's favor.

Gu Ziyuan was still there, flattered: "Although it's really violent to shoot at a word that doesn't fit, but it's also a blessing in disguise... Brother Luo, what do you think?"

Zong Luo did not say a word.

He has become accustomed to the preferential treatment of Yu Beizhou by everyone in the book. Even if he had a bad impression, he would reverse it after getting along a few times, and then inexplicably adore him.

After all, the group is popular with thousands of people, and the charm of the protagonist is not nonsense.

Only a Confucian scholar like Gu Ziyuan, who knew nothing about martial arts, could not see that Yu Beizhou was talking about learning on the surface, but in fact he was attacking him.

If he was a little negligent, he would probably have to splatter blood on the spot, and he would have to go to Half-Life if he didn't die.

"Let's go, don't delay any longer. Enter the city early, and when you arrive at the station, you have to verify your identity and take the time to pack your luggage."

Zong Luo flicked his sleeves and returned to his usual calm. After nodding towards Duan Junhao, he boarded the carriage again.

I haven't seen each other for two years, but Yu Beizhou's ability to confuse black and white has grown a lot.

This feud, Zongluo remembered. As a book-piercer, he holds the secrets of Yu Beizhou in his hands, and he can take revenge at any time.

Dressed as cannon fodder in a book, the best way to save one's life is of course to hold the protagonist's thigh tightly.

But Zongluo did not. He has a stubborn temper like a cow, and it is absolutely impossible to bow his head.

Let him hug Yu Beizhou's thigh, it might as well kill him.

If there is time to see you again in the future, if you remove the cloth used to disguise blindness, you will have to fight Yu Beizhou to the ground.