Eight Hills in the Eastern Jin Dynasty

Qinglong's eyes flashed coldly: "It depends on your own skills, three battles of life and death, as long as you can sustain it, we can talk about the future and talk about some of my past events that interest you. Now, first It's time for you to fight, I hope we can talk like this at this time tomorrow, and I will let you know more about me by then. "

He said, turned and walked away, the black robe flying, bringing a smell of rancidity and erosion, accompanied by his ruthless voice: "Put him on the best armor and return his two knives. Played. "

Liu Yu stood up slowly, the prison door was slowly opened, the two servants were carrying heavy full set of stainless steel armor and dragon cut, Zhaxin old iron two long and short knives came in and placed underground, Liu Yu He squatted down, kneeled on one knee, closed his eyes, and began to get rid of all the thoughts in his mind. The sound outside gradually calmed down in his mind, and the thoughtful words of the black robe Qinglong when he left The cold eyes are the same, but they are still lingering. A voice in Liu Yu's heart is yelling: Winning and living, I want to know, what does Qinglong want to say? !

The fighting on the opera stage has gradually come to an end. With the three remaining fighters, the sword in his hand is drawn from the body of the opponent in front of him, and then he raises his hand to the audience in the surrounding stands. There was a burst of cheers or screams in the crowd. The people who gambled to win the money were ecstatic, while the guy who lost the money was angry.

The servants of the fighting field began to enter, dragged away the corpses, and wiped the blood stains. In the direction of the rostrum, a large number of guards poured in, and they were standing in the direction of the grandstand at the highest position, which was empty. The three boxes of this made the gradually calm fighting field into a little commotion.

A man dressed in a third-grade purple mantle stood up, and many of the princes and nobles in the box laughed and whispered: "It turned out to be Diao Kui, strange, how could he appear here as a Ting Wei ? "

"I think there aren't enough people in this fighting field. Go to death row, sinner."

"What does that mean? These death row prisoners are not soldiers. How can these prisoners of war and trained slaves be able to fight? Besides, we don't know their skills, and it's not easy to bet."

"Hey, maybe it's just that we don't know their strength, so it's fun to bet. Whatever, if they beat them, we bet on us."

Diao Kui smiled and looked at the audience. When the voice of these comments gradually subsided, he cleared his throat and picked up an iron horn, so that 10,000 or 20,000 people in the audience could hear clearly: " Congratulations to the Lord, King Kuaiji is here, everyone present, quiet salute, long live the mountain! "

As his voice fell, a sound of bamboo sounded, and I saw from both sides of the VIP seats outside the field, in the channel sandwiched by the soldiers who had just entered the guard, Sima Yao dressed in a dragon robe and a big purple officer Sima Daozi, the Kuaiji king of the robe, smiled and walked side by side. While walking, he reached out to the dignitaries and VIPs in the VIP seats on both sides. This was absolutely beyond everyone's expectations. The emperor brothers have never been here, but I did n’t expect today that they would come together and join hands. Everyone hurriedly got up and knelt down, and bowed to the emperor. The whole venue fell into a long, tsunami-like voice.

In this sound wave, Sima Yao and Sima Daozi brothers were seated in two boxes respectively. Many aristocratic nobles stood up and whispered: "What is going on, how can there be an empty seat?" ? Who else in Dajin can attend the meeting with His Majesty and King Kuaiji? "

"It's probably Shang Shuling Wang Guobao, and only he has this power."

"How is it possible? Your news is too lagging behind. Wang Guobao recently fell out with the King Kui Ji, but I heard that King Kui Ji was so angry that he would pull his sword to cut him. If it wasn't for Wang Guobao's speed, he might be dead. At this time, how is it possible to be there again? "

"Haha, isn't that His Majesty and King Kuaiji also superficial and polite? Is it possible that you are secretly struggling? Maybe your Majesty deliberately brought Wang Guobao to you, and King Kuaiji will be angry. You see that Ning Wei Diao Kui is not Wang Guobao's person? "

Diao Kui listened to these arguments with a blank expression, and Sima Daozi also heard clearly. He ticked off the corner of his mouth and said to He Wuji who was standing by the guard: "Lieutenant He, you have the same thoughts as these people. ?"

Since he returned from the Battle of Luoyang, He Wuji returned to the position of Lieutenant of the King's Mansion in Kuaiji. He did not leave Sima Daozi on weekdays. Today, he, fully armed and Jing Jia Yao Ri, heard this and smiled slightly: "But Those people ’s villains have nothing to do with it. The prince has a broad mind and will naturally ignore such gossip. "

Sima Daozi sighed softly: "If Wang Guobao has your loyalty and innocence like you, why do I know that people know each other without knowing their faces, and have been with him for more than 20 years, but I don't know that he actually wants to use my power, Step on me and climb up, no bogey, will you treat me like this in the future? "

He Wuji said abruptly: "The subordinates must be loyal to their duties ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Don't dare to have a split mind."

Sima Daozi shook his head and began to pour wine to himself: "Well, you are not Wang Guobao, Diao Kui like that, it is not by relying on the king to climb up, no bogey, no matter what happens today, look Do n’t be excited about anything, let alone do something that violates your responsibilities. This is the king ’s warning to you. I hope you can do it yourself and do n’t ruin your future. ”

He Wuji's face changed and he was about to speak, but he heard Diao Kuilang say: "Today, His Majesty and King Kuaiji came to the fighting field not for anything else, but for fun with the people, and for betrayal, The rebellious sinner who casts an enemy against the treason is punished. The crime of treason needs to be determined by heaven. Before determining the destiny, it is necessary to overrun the dead souls in this fighting field and bring it to life. Now, I am invited to a senior monk in Jianjing Temple and Master Zhi Miaoyin to come to the scene and cross the dead soul. "

As soon as the voice fell, there was a sound of wooden fish and dharma gong, sandalwood owl, eight miraculous nymphs holding the instrument, opened the way in front, and the miaoyin wore an earthy cassock, holding the staff, although It ’s a monk ’s clothes and a hat, and it ’s still hard to hide his beauty. So he walked slowly towards the box empty on the left hand side of Sima Yao, and as she walked toward the box, there were already servants and nuns. Put the incense case on this box and put the wooden fish on it. There are futons laid in front of the case. All the instruments are in place, just wait for the wonderful sound to be settled.