Dao Fruit

"We came here precisely because of this matter. ※%"

The two officials listened to the ink-turner's words and looked at the other's confident look. They immediately became angry. The two of them had considered various things before, fearing that their failure to investigate for a while would mess up the relationship between the two parties, causing The above goal could not be achieved, so he endured the humiliation and bore the burden. After all, the two of them had low official positions and were undervalued.

But now it's different. With Qiu Yan's words to back them up, the two officials feel confident and their backs are straightened up. Not to mention that they are only responsible for giving notice when they come here this time.

Therefore, after the Mo Master finished speaking, the two officials saluted politely, and then said: "Marquis Dingguo said that this matter is related to the safety of your Tianzhizhou in Zhutuolan, and you cannot be negligent in the slightest. , so I will negotiate with you as soon as possible, but since you don’t have the courage to take charge of this matter immediately, then go back first and find someone who can take charge. "

After saying this, the two of them felt greatly relieved when they saw the astonished expression on the inkman's face. After saying this, the other person said: "I am here to inform you of this news. After that, The discussion between the two parties will be suspended for the time being, and we will no longer be responsible. When someone from your side comes over, we will come to visit again and say goodbye. "

With that said, the two of them were about to leave.

"Wait!"

At this time, how can the ink-turner still sit still? Speak subconsciously.

The few people on the side also looked anxious, that is, the military advisor. Although he was still barely maintaining his composure at this time, the corners of his eyes kept beating, showing that his heart was not calm.

In fact, the moment the two officials walked in, the ink-clad military advisor noticed that something was wrong. He was very good at probing other people's thoughts from the subtleties, so he noticed the two officials at the first moment. His expression was different from when he first walked in. It was no longer that of fear, worry about gains and losses, and hesitation, but more determination.

Suddenly, the ink-clad military advisor secretly said that something was wrong. He did not expect to say such words in the end. But now, listening to the ink-turner calling the two of them, he remained silent and thought about countermeasures.

"What do you mean?"

The person who turned the fine ink went through the initial panic. At this time, he regained his composure. Although he was still upset in his heart, he still looked dignified on the surface and said coldly: "Is it possible that you, Darui, are not planning to negotiate for peace and are continuing to fight?"

"This is not the final word of petty officials like us," one of the two officials stopped and turned around, "but the order given by the Marquis of Dingguo, saying that your Excellency has distracting thoughts. I'm afraid it's difficult to afford this, so let's Go back and find someone more sincere."

"Oh? That's strange." The ink-turner's eyes flashed with cold light, "Don't you know. That Zhu Tuo..."

"This ink artist..."

Before the other party could finish speaking, an official interrupted him and heard him say: "We are only responsible for receiving people who come and go, and we don't know much about the important affairs of the country. If you really want to say it, you have to go find it." For Marquis Dingguo, it’s just that Marquis Dingguo came to you to tell you that you didn’t want to meet, but now Marquis Dingguo said he couldn’t see you, but you started talking about it. Since you have so much to say, why did you start? Instead of avoiding it?"

"You!" When the fine ink-turner heard this, he couldn't choke on the words in his mouth, but he couldn't suppress the anger no matter what. The Mohist disciple next to him felt it and moved his feet. Two officials surrounded him.

"These matters are really not something we can interfere with. We are two humble officials. We are just here to deliver a message. Please don't embarrass me." But the expressions of the two officials changed, and their voices trembled a little. What they said , but there is no sign of surrender.

"Zhao Mo, let these two leave first. They are just people doing things and can't decide anything." At this time, the military advisor in Moyi spoke, and as soon as he spoke, the tense atmosphere calmed down.

The ink-tender glanced at the military advisor, his eyes as cold as daggers, which made the military advisor shudder. Then the ink-taker said: "Let these two people go."

The two officials were surrounded by people and their clothes were soaked with sweat. At this time, they would not stop and walked away.

After the two of them left, the ink-turner turned his eyes, and his eyes fell on the face of the military advisor, and he said coldly: "I did all this according to your wishes, military advisor, but now I get this What do you think of the result?”

The military advisor in black clothes sighed secretly, feeling quite unwilling in his heart: "My plan is just to give in to what others want. I am a counselor, making plans for the master. You can't want to gain benefits, but I insist on disobeying it. If this is the case, even if you are adopted by it for a while, you will be alienated sooner or later..."

I thought so, but after all I couldn't say it out loud, because no one would uphold justice. The top priority was that the military advisor in black clothes could only admit his mistake first, and then said: "This negligence is self-defeating, but it is not irreparable. My subordinates are here." We still have some connections, so we will try to contact Marquis Dingguo again through other means and try to get in touch with him as soon as possible.”

"Since you still have a way, then do it quickly and don't worry about it anymore!" The ink-turner waved his hands, as if he no longer had the mind to listen to the military advisor's chatter.

The military advisor in black clothes also realized what was going on, so he said no more and left in a hurry!

After the others left, several Mohist disciples beside them couldn't help but said: "No one from Donghua can be trusted. This military advisor seems to have taken refuge, but after all, it won't work. If it fails this time..."

Snap!

Before he finished speaking, the ink-turner hit the low table next to him with his fist. There was a crisp sound and the teacup shattered.

"The Dingguo Marquis of Dali is really bullying others! I'm so angry!" His face was red, his eyes were wide open and filled with bloodshot eyes.

When others saw it, they were secretly frightened and quickly silenced themselves.

After everyone did not dare to speak, the ink-turner gradually calmed down. His heart was filled with an anger that was difficult to vent, and was accompanied by tremendous pressure.

"When I came here this time, some people wanted to see my joke. If I really go back in despair, the consequences would be disastrous. No matter what, I have to reverse the current situation, then it would be fine if Fan Yuan could calm down the incident. If he couldn't... …”

Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth and looked ferocious.

………………

On the other side, when such changes occurred in the inn, Qiu Yan, who was the source of everything, left the Yamen, walked alone, walked through the fertile fields, and came to a manor outside the city.

This manor is an academy. From a distance, it looks quaint. On the plaque in front of the academy, there are two words "Spring and Autumn" written on it.

These two words, written with vigorous strokes, have an artistic conception that runs through the past and the long river of time. The charm almost bursts out of the words. In the eyes of Qiu Yan today, he faintly captures a hint of the writer's breath.

Then, he withdrew his gaze and came to the door. Mr. Zheng, who he had been in contact with before, was waiting in front of the door. When he saw Qiu Yan, not only was he not surprised, but he nodded and said, "You're here, I'll be waiting here for a long time." ”

"Please lead the way." Qiu Yangong held his hand, and with a glance, he discovered many secrets in Mr. Zheng.

In the past, when he met Mr. Zheng, he was limited by his realm, personality, and his own luck. It was like looking at flowers in the mist. He just felt that the person was unpredictable. Now, when he looked at it again, the various mysteries about him were almost invisible. .

"Sure enough, Mr. Zheng has some origins. It seems that his physical body has recently reached the third level of life cultivation, but there is also a realm of sexual cultivation hidden inside. Not only that, there are obvious traces of seals inside his body. The seal There is strong energy and blood left in it, and if it is released, it will be enough to push his combat power to a higher level in a short time!"

As he walked, Qiu Yan withdrew his gaze and stopped prying. He had already guessed that Mr. Zheng was not a simple person. He was now living in seclusion in the academy. But when he was young, he might have had a legend, but it was someone else's business after all. , it’s not good to ask too much now.

Soon, the two of them came to the library one after another. This library was called Chunqiu Library.

In front of the bookstore, Mr. Zheng stopped, turned to Qiu Yan and said, "Go in, the bookkeeper is waiting for you inside." The latter nodded and stepped directly on the steps without stopping.

As soon as his foot landed on the surface of the steps, there was an ancient, oppressive, and heavy aura rushing towards his face, just like a few years ago. The only difference from a few years ago is that Qiu Yan is no longer just a simple person. He felt this aura, and immediately dug out a piece of dusty history from the aura. His surroundings were immediately filled with ancient artistic conceptions, and even Mr. Zheng was involved in it. He experienced many things in an instant. The illusion of history, if this person had not been determined, might have been addicted to it, and it was up to Qiu Yan to wake him up.

But even so, Mr. Zheng still looked surprised and took a few steps back, while Qiu Yan climbed up the steps and walked directly into the bookstore.

The door of the bookstore closed automatically and quickly when there was no wind.

The pavilion was quiet and dark, but the tall bookshelves filled with books were the first to come into view.

After looking at it carefully, many artistic conceptions, histories, spirits, etc. in the books emerged, instantly changing the atmosphere of this rather lonely library and making it full of vitality.

"The book has its own Yan Ruyu, and the book has its own Yan Ruyu. It is indeed a different world. When I entered this museum, I felt lifeless, as if I had stepped into the netherworld. But now, when I look at it, it is inseparable from life and death, and there is no distinction between yin and yang."

Qiu Yan said as he walked forward.

A voice came from deep -

"This is the mystery of yin and yang, but it is only superficial. The old man has been here for hundreds of years, but he can only arrange one or two." However, this voice is completely different from the old man in Qiu Yan's memory, cool and full of energy. .

Following the sound, he saw a middle-aged man in simple clothes with patches on his clothes. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!

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