Nightwatcher

"I will go to Mount Quanrong later, drink, eat meat and sleep with women. What are your plans?"

Xu Qi'an looked at Nangong Qianrou with a smile.

Nangong Qianrou frowned delicately, and said with a sneer, "A Jianghu organization, what's there to socialize with?"

Xu Qi'an suppressed his smile and said softly, "I'm not Yingong anymore."

The banter and disdain in Nangong Qianrou's eyes gradually subsided, and she seemed to lose the interest in the conversation.

After a long time, he said calmly, "Go and join in the fun."

Hey, this doesn't look like the second brother Nangong. Could it be that he is worried about me, afraid that this is a Hongmen banquet set up by the Wulin League? Xu Qi'an murmured in his heart.

Quanrong Mountain is steep and surrounded by clouds and mist.

This mountain is a well-known paradise in Jianzhou, with vast forests, cranes singing and monkeys singing. Starting from the mountainside, courtyards and attics are dotted all the way to the top of the mountain.

"Mount Quanrong is a scenic spot in Jianzhou. The main peak is majestic and the side peaks are beautiful. The main peak has a large waterfall that hangs tens of feet. During the rainy season, mountain torrents erupt. Even a sixth-rank expert cannot withstand the erosion of the waterfall."

"I heard that there are 8,000 cavalry in the headquarters of the Wulin League, and they are the direct subordinates of the warrior who competed in the Central Plains."

Passing through the tall archway at the foot of the mountain, Xu Qi'an sighed with emotion: "Eight thousand cavalry can sweep Jianzhou. Why has the imperial court tolerated the existence of the Wulin League for so many years?"

Listening to his chatter, Nangong Qianrou was not interested in most of the topics. When it came to the last topic, she couldn't help but say:

"Because that man had an agreement with Emperor Gaozu back then."

"What agreement?" Xu Qi'an was full of curiosity.

"How do I know? My foster father didn't tell me." Nangong Qianrou said with a blank look.

Xu Qi'an continued to talk about the mountain: "The beauties in Wanhualou in Jianzhou are all charming. Are you interested in taking one back to be a concubine? I think the landlord will be very happy."

Nangong Qianrou simply ignored him.

"If it were me, it would be perfect if I could bring Master Xiao back to the capital and become a concubine."

"You don't seem to have married a wife. If you still beat the silver gong in the yamen, it is really not suitable to marry a Jianghu woman. As for now, she is more than enough to be your wife." Nangong Qianrou said.

"You can't make it, you can't make it." Xu Qi'an waved his hands again and again.

"Why?" Nangong Meiren frowned.

"The position of wife, I will leave it to His Highness Lin'an, or His Highness Huaiqing." Xu Qi'an was serious.

"roll!"

Nangong Qianrou said angrily.

Believe it or not

Soon, the two came to the compound of the main peak of Mount Quanrong, and after being informed by the management of the alliance, they were ushered into the living room, where Cao Qingyang, the leader of the purple-robed alliance with a dignified and dignified facial features, was sitting in the hall.

After exchanging simple greetings, Cao Qingyang said: "Nangong Jinluo wait a moment, I have something to say to Xu Yinluo alone."

He got up from his seat, walked silently, and left the living room.

Xu Qi'an went out with him, passed through the living area, walked towards the back mountain, and gradually moved away from the building complex.

"The ancestor wants to meet you."

Cao Qingyang led him into the dense forest, walked deeper along the path, and said, "Don't worry, the ancestor is not a bloodthirsty and violent person. He just heard about your deeds and was very interested."

Xu Qi'an first introspected for a while, and after wearing the jade given by the supervisor, Shenshu fell into a deep sleep, and now he is just an ordinary Xu Bai whoring. Seeing the boss, there shouldn't be any problem.

The most important thing is that the other party is a warrior, even if there are some minor problems, they probably won't be able to see them.

In fact, he came to Quanrong Mountain for the banquet, and it was a little bit of luck that he might be able to meet the ancestor of the Wulin League.

Hey, I really am a person with great luck. He made fun of himself with complicated emotions.

After walking through the forest path for a stick of incense, Cao Qingyang led him to a huge mountain wall. When Fang Fu stepped out of the dense forest, Xu Qi'an's hairs stood up for no reason, and his scalp felt numb.

Subconsciously looking at the source of the danger, on the cliff, a huge monster hung its head down, with two water tank-like scarlet eyes, watching the two of them faintly.

The monster was completely black, with thick short hair, shaped like a dog, but had a human-like face.

Alien Beast Dog Rong Dog Rongshan is named after it. It is a very powerful alien. I can't beat Xu Qi'an. Various thoughts flashed in my mind.

At this time, Quan Rong retracted his head and disappeared on the cliff.

"The Dog Rong is the guardian animal of the Martial Arts League. It used to follow the ancestors to fight in all directions, just like the spirit dragon and the emperor." Cao Qingyang said with a smile:

"Spirit Dragon, you should know. There is one in the capital, which breathes purple energy. It is a top-notch beast. But it is only close to the royal family."

There's no need to explain it so clearly, it's just a humble licking dog Xu Qi'an complained in his heart.

He followed Cao Qingyang, stopped in front of the stone gate on the cliff, and heard the purple-robed leader say respectfully: "Old ancestor, Xu Yinluo has arrived."

An old voice came from the stone gate: "The foundation is solid, the spirit is restrained, not bad."

Xu Qi'an clasped his fists, and said in a respectful tone, "I've seen you before."

The old voice sounded from inside the door again:

"I heard about you. Smart people should leave the capital as soon as possible. If you are interested in working in our Wulin League, I can accept you as a disciple. Hehe, you have already proved your character with your actions.

"With a few more years of experience, it will be more than enough to be the next leader of the Wulin League."

Why does everyone want to be my father? Xu Qi'an refused neither humble nor overbearing: "The matter in the capital is not over, and the junior already has a master."

"It's Wei Yuan." The old man in Shimen hit the nail on the head.

Xu Qi'an was silent.

"What do you want to ask me?" The ancestor of the Wulin League didn't bother with the question of apprenticeship, and was quite free and easy.

Senior, you are really on the right track. Xu Qi'an happened to have some doubts, so he immediately said:

"The younger generation has read some files about you, and knows that you were a strong man who could compete with Emperor Gaozu back then. Six hundred years have passed, why is Emperor Gaozu already in heaven, but you can be at the same age as the country."

Silence answered him.

Just when Xu Qi'an thought that the other party would not answer, an old sigh came from the gap in the stone gate: "With your current level, these things are too high-level, and you shouldn't actually know about them."

After a pause of a few seconds, the ancestor of the Wulin League said: "In the royal family of Dafeng, there are many masters, among them are such figures as Emperor Gaozu, Emperor Wuzong, and King Zhenbei.

"But none of them survived until now, do you know why?"

"Senior, please clarify."

"Those who are entangled in luck will not live forever."

This answer was like hitting Xu Qi'an's head with a heavy hammer, making his head humming.

"Why is that?" he murmured.

"Then I don't know, maybe it's the rules of heaven and earth. For the specific reason, you can ask Confucianism, or the supervisor of Si Tianjian." The old man laughed.

The Confucians knew this secret, Xu Qi'an's pupils shrank, and he said in amazement: "So, the Confucian sage is really dead?"

For a long time, Xu Qi'an had always had a guess in his mind that the Confucian sage was not actually dead, but just pretended to be dead. After all, how could a being beyond rank live only to be eighty-two years old? Isn't that an insult.

"Confucian saints are no exception." The old man replied.

If what the ancestor said was true, then the saint could not be alive. The fact that the Dafeng royal family did not have a strong man who lived forever proved that the ancestor did not lie.

Confucianism is really dead

Xu Qi'an couldn't hide his regret in his heart. At the same time, he solved some doubts in his heart. No wonder Emperor Yuan Jing was so "tolerant" to King Zhenbei. Pure martial arts, he sure

"wrong!"

Xu Qi'an blurted out.

Cao Qingyang turned his head suspiciously and glanced at him.

"You seem to have thought of something?" said the old man.

Xu Qi'an turned a deaf ear to the words of a peak martial artist. He lowered his eyes and his face was numb, but the pheromones in his brain were like boiling water.

First: Those who are lucky cannot live forever. This is not enough reason for Yuan Jingdi to trust King Zhenbei, because King Zhenbei is Prince Dafeng, and he also cannot live forever.

History has proven this.

Therefore, there is an unknown reason behind Emperor Yuan Jing's trust in King Zhenbei.

Second: Emperor Yuanjing is the king of a country. It is impossible for him not to know this secret, but he knows that it is impossible to live a long life with good luck, but he still has been practicing Taoism for twenty years and longs for longevity. There is a paradox here.

Does he think that he can be better than Emperor Gaozu and Emperor Wuzong? Does he think that the rules of heaven and earth that even Confucian saints can't resist, he can be more amazing and beautiful than Confucian saints with a mere Yuan scene?

Although Emperor Yuan Jing is not a son of man, he is not a fool, on the contrary, he is very wise.

With many thoughts, he asked in a low voice: "Senior, what's your opinion on Emperor Yuan Jing's cultivation?"

The old man pondered: "Perhaps he thinks he has developed a way to live long and sit on the dragon chair. Heh, the person who helps him should be the Daoist leader of Renzong."

It can't be Luo Yuheng, right? Xu Qi'an frowned.

It's not that he is partial to his aunt, it's mainly because he remembered some details. Emperor Yuan Jing first practiced Taoism by groping for it by himself. A few years later, Luo Yuheng was granted the title of State Teacher and Renzong was granted the title of State Religion.

As a native of the capital, Xu Qi'an still remembers it clearly.

If it wasn't Luo Yuheng, who would it be? Well, it cannot be ruled out that Luo Yuheng secretly tricked Emperor Yuan Jing into cultivating Taoism. After returning to Beijing, ask Wei Gong

"I heard that you had an agreement with Emperor Gaozu back then?" Xu Qi'an seized the time to obtain information.

"Hehe, it's just a verbal agreement. After the fall of the Great Zhou, various rebel armies competed in the Central Plains. At that time, I actually had no intention of fighting for the throne. Because I found a way to be promoted to the second rank. Compared with the throne, I longed for longevity.

"It's also because of my personality. I was born in a poor family. When I was young, I wandered the rivers and lakes. I was happy with my friends and enemies. I was too full of rivers and lakes, and I longed for an unrestrained life.

"The reason for the rebellion is that the people's life back then was really not what a human being should live. If life had no hope, they would naturally rebel. He is different from me. He has ambitions and ambitions, and he desires to unify the Central Plains. Instead, he is not interested in longevity. .

"I remember that he often said that life is what matters, and what you should pursue is great achievements, not longevity. Longevity is not interesting, being an emperor is interesting.

"I lost that battle. I didn't let the water go. I lost because I was convinced. At that time, I had a verbal agreement with him. In the future, if his unworthy descendants repeat the same mistakes of the Great Zhou Dynasty, I will rise up first and overthrow the corrupt court."

Every pioneer has a heart of sincerity, but future generations tend to decline in the midst of luxury and money. Xu Qi'an sighed in his heart.

"Senior, have you been promoted to the second rank now?" Xu Qi'an tentatively asked.

After asking, he quickly added: "It's the junior who is being rude."

"If you don't slaughter the living beings like King Zhenbei, it would be too difficult to advance to the second rank on your own. I have retreated for five hundred years, but I still haven't been able to take the last step."

The old man said indifferently: "In order to help me break through the barrier, Qingyang wants to take the lotus root of Dizong for me to eat."

Xu Qi'an immediately looked at Cao Qingyang, and said in his heart that you didn't say that to the various sects, you said you wanted to win lotus roots for the Wulin League, and everyone in the future would have lotus seeds to eat.

Cao Qingyang responded to his gaze and said, "I can grow a piece of lotus root."

"The ones that can't be fed." Xu Qi'an reminded.

"Then it's none of my business." Cao Qingyang said lightly.

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Xu Qi'an ignored him, and looked at Shimen: "Can the lotus root help senior to be promoted to the second rank?"

The old man replied: "The probability is extremely high."

Even so, he didn't take action himself, but just gave Cao Qingyang a drop of blood, the state of this old ancestor of the Wulin League is very wrong!

Xu Qi'an's eyes flickered.

"I hope that one day, I can help my predecessors." He said.

After bidding farewell to the ancestors of the Wulin League, he returned to the main peak with Cao Qingyang.

After dusk, Mount Quanrong held a big banquet, and the heads of various sects and sects attended the banquet.

Xu Qi'an should have become the protagonist of the banquet, and for such a scene, Xu Bai whoring is like a fish in water.

In his previous life, he often accompanied the leaders to drink and socialize, went to sea to do business, and also never left the wine table. After coming to this world, he practiced at the palace gate and was a frequent visitor in the teaching workshop.

The cultivation base of banquet entertainment is comparable to first-class!

In two or three strokes, he got along with the sect masters and gang leaders of the Wulin League. The older sister and the younger sister called Xiao Yuenu, the owner of Wanhualou, in a short way.

Yang Cuixue and the others were also very happy. They didn't expect Xu Yinluo to be so good at the wine shop. He was so unequivocal when he drank his glass.

For example, the empress who is the mother of the world is so beautiful, she likes Xu Yinluo very much, and intends to call him to be her son-in-law.

For example, he is a frequent visitor to the residence of the two princesses, and he can tell the layout of the princess residence and some private matters of the two princesses in a decent manner.

For example, the supervisor of the Sitianjian also has troubles. The five disciples of the supervisor are all talented, and they speak nicely. The supervisor is worried about them.

For example, Wang Shoufu's daughter-in-law has a deep-rooted love for Xu Yinluo's cousin, and she can't help herself. For him, she would not hesitate to turn against Wang Shoufu.

Of course, the most talked about is the anecdote of Jiaofang Division.

Fuxiang Huakui is good at the piano, but even better at the flute. The Ming Yan oiran dances like no other, with a soft figure. Xiaoya Oiran is full of poetry and books, but has a warm heart

After drinking until slightly drunk, the banquet dissipated.

Holding his saber, Xu Qi'an walked into the courtyard where he was placed, and entered the room.

The drunkenness in his eyes disappeared immediately.

"After dealing with the affairs of the capital and investigating Emperor Yuan Jing, I will come to Jianzhou and make good contacts in advance so that I can get along well in Jianzhou later."

He lit the oil lamp, sat at the table, drew out the long black gold knife and laid it across the table.

Then, take out the small jade mirror, pour out a lotus seed, peel it off, and gently insert the lotus seed into the blade.

He didn't have a jade box, and even if he had one, he couldn't fit a four-foot-long knife.

Zhong Li said that his knife lacks a spirit. And Lianzi can turn out the spirit of the weapon, pushing this knife to the ranks of peerless magic soldiers.

PS: I was adjusting my biological clock recently, and found something very sad. Go to bed on time every day, wake up the next day, dizzy, listless all day long.

Then, after ten o'clock, before the inspiration springs up, I always code words in the middle of the night.