Super Elation Under the Sun

Before walking to the Wanbao Pavilion, no matter what, you must first walk through the chain. Standing on this side of the cliff, looking at the other side of the cliff, Xie Ying suddenly asked: "Li Fuyao, would you not Know the sword, show it off?"

Li Fu shook his head, did not answer this question, just asked: "Do you want me to carry you over?"

Xie Ying laughed and looked up, thinking about something to say, but as soon as he looked up, he saw the sun about to set, and murmured, "I don't know how the sunrise is, but the sunset is really good."

Li Fuyao looked up and said nothing.

After crossing the "bridge" Xie Ying walked in front of him, the most brilliant child of the Xie family in Yanshi City, walking on the swaying iron chain by the hilt of the family heirloom knife, he didn't feel at all. Fear, but walking very slowly, not at all chic.

I am afraid that this section of the road today is the slowest, most stable, and least willing section of road that Xie Ying has walked in this life. This Xie Ying, who has never encountered any major setbacks since childhood, can always achieve extraordinary results in a short period of time no matter what he does. That's why Xie Chenjun valued him so much. Xie Wuyi thought of himself. This son will love and hate again. Therefore, Xie Ying couldn't talk about anything with all his heart, even if he led a cavalry alone and carried the rise and fall of Da Zhou on his shoulders.

But today's road, I can't thank you for taking it seriously, because if you really slip on your feet, you will roll down the cliff from here, and it will be dead. By then, everything in the past two or three decades will be a mirrored picture. It's not that Xie Ying is afraid of death. If he is really afraid of death, he would not dare to enter Huaiyang City alone before coming. It's just that even though there are thousands of ways to die in life, Xie Ying would not like this one today. .

Li Fuyao, who was carrying the sword box, didn't step on the chain rashly. It was not that he was afraid that he would fall off the cliff. He just wanted to wait until Xie Ying finished walking.

Seeing Xie Ying walking on this swaying iron chain, Li Fuyao remembered that many years ago in Luoyang City, he had fun with those friends from the market in the alleys. One of the places was a stone ladder, because The middle step was destroyed by something, so the neighbours had to put a piece of wood between the two stone ladders. A few children often like to go there for a walk. The children’s balance is not outstanding, so there is probably no truth. Someone can stand on that piece of wood for a while, he Li Fuyao?

Nothing!

After smiling, Li Fuyao saw that Xie Ying was already standing on the opposite side, gasping for breath. Then he walked on the iron chain. He didn't walk fast, but every step he took was extremely steady. It wasn't like Xie Ying was shaking like that. When he walked to the opposite side, Xie Ying had long ago found a large stone in front of Wanbao Pavilion and sat down, looking at the Wanbao Pavilion that was famous for Chen Kingdom, Xie Ying muttered: “There are really huge rocks weighing more than a thousand pounds. , Dear, it is really the means of you gods on the mountain."

Li Fuyao was noncommittal, just staring at this old Wanbao Pavilion, which was obviously built for some years.

Xie Ying stood up, rubbed his shoulders, and suggested, "Or let's go in and see if there is any sleeping place? Anyway, we have to get up tomorrow to see the sunrise?"

Li Fuyao nodded, and stepped into this Wanbao Pavilion first. The corners of the latter's mouth twitched. When you just crossed the cliff, you didn't see you so positive. Now you have become like this, aren't you ashamed?

Stepping into the Wanbao Pavilion that Chen Guoren thought of, it was not as jewel-like as imagined. It was just a primitive pavilion. Wanbao Pavilion has three floors. The third floor is an excellent location to watch the sunrise. There is only one quiet room on the first floor. Room, other than that, there is nothing else. The person who wanted to come to build this pavilion didn't have the idea of ​​inviting guests here, otherwise, why didn't you even see a guest room?

On the second floor, there are a lot of books piled up, none of them are isolated fragments. On the contrary, the common books on the market account for most of the books, and the rest are also some miscellaneous books, which are not valuable, so they have been here for so many years. It hasn't been evacuated yet, and no one knows whether it has taken a few steps stealthily.

The entire Wanbao Pavilion was spotless, nothing like an unowned thing.

From the first floor to the second floor, Li Fuyao came to the books and was silent for a moment. He took out an inconspicuous yellowed book and saw a bright yellow talisman pasted here on the back of the book.

Xie Ying came over and asked, "What is this?"

Li Fuyao calmly said: "Dust-preventing talisman, one of the Taoist talisman, as long as the air mechanism on it is still there, it will be effective. Even after thousands of years, this Wanbao pavilion will be spotless. The cultivation base of the realm is closely related. Those with a high realm are afraid that they will last for more than a hundred years. However, this talisman does not seem to have been painted by the person himself. It should be some ordinary stuff circulated in the Taoist school. The qi flow is very serious. The person who built this Wanbao Pavilion doesn't want to watch this Wanbao Pavilion become dusty in the future, and should come back soon."

Xie Ying sat down on the floor and said with a smile: "What if the **** on the mountain died outside? I'm not sure."

Li Fuyao chuckled, but when the sky was getting dark, he went to the side to find an oil lamp to light it, and then walked slowly along the bookshelf with the oil lamp.

Flip the books from time to time.

Xie Ying yawned and didn't look here, just closed his eyes and rested.

Li Fuyao walked a few steps and stopped in front of a bookshelf. There was a line of small characters on the wall behind the bookshelf.

The handwriting is sloppy, but meaningful.

Li Fuyao carefully identified it and recognized it as a sentence, "How about life is not satisfactory?"

It seems to have unfinished meaning.

Li Fuyao stopped for a moment, walked a few steps forward, and saw another line of writing. This time, it was not cursive, but a line of regular script with neat handwriting. "I am a scholar of my generation, is it wrong to be honest and sincere? Peace?"

It stopped abruptly again.

Li Fuyao walked a few steps forward again. The previous one was running script this time, "I say that I don't like anyone with an untimely knowledge."

Go further and it's gone.

Li Fuyao raised his head. These three lines of small characters were all written by one person. That person seemed to be the best scholar in the world. Whether it was cursive or regular script, it was not bad, and it seemed that it was written at will. It doesn't take much effort. If you really pick up the pen seriously, I'm afraid you will really be compared to the best calligraphy guys in the world.

Li Fuyao suddenly withdrew from the pavilion and went to the pavilion to see if there was a plaque hanging, but after a while, he returned to the second floor and was still confused. There was no plaque there, so why did he want to take a look.

Back on the second floor, Xie Ying was already asleep, and the moon was in the middle of the sky. Li Fuyao put the oil lamp back and sat down cross-legged.

Now he has a lot of thoughts about the owner of Wanbao Pavilion.

Untie the sword box, take out Qingsi and Koyuki and put them on her lap.

Li Fuyao was about to start his usual sword-raising method again, but suddenly, Qingsi Xiaoxue made a masterpiece, and Qingsi's sword body trembled, almost breaking out of its sheath.

Li Fuyao looked up to the third floor.

Put Xiaoxue into the sword box, Qingsi held in her hand, and went to the third floor of the view.

Nothing else on the third floor.

He looked up before and didn't find anything. This time he went up to the third floor, but found that there was ash falling off on the opposite wall, and some verses were revealed. "Raise the clouds in the northwest, leaning against the sky with a long sword. People say that here, see you in the middle of the night, and the flames of bullfighting. I feel that the mountains are high, the pools are cold, and the moon and stars are light."

In the place of inscription, there are the words Wang Fugui.

This is the master of Wanbao Pavilion.

But such a scholar who can write such a handwriting is called Wang Fugui? !

After Li Fuyao walked a few steps, he could only retreat after a short while. The abundance of vitality left in that line of poems was really much stronger than him, but there was no aggressive posture.

Li Fuyao was puzzled. He didn't feel any sword intent in this Wanbao Pavilion, which meant that the owner of Wanbao Pavilion would not be a senior in the line of swordsmen, but why Qingsi wanted to make the sound of swords. ?

Li Fuyao looked down at the Qingsi in his hand. The latter was still trembling slightly, not afraid, but a little excited and excited.

Li Fuyao sat down on the spot and waited for the dawn to watch the sunrise.

But after closing his eyes, there was a loud bang in his mind.

A white-robed swordsman appeared not far in front of him, still unable to see his face clearly, but the sword in his hand was undoubtedly Qingsi.

Li Fuyao was startled, and quickly remembered the scene he saw when he held Qingsi at the bottom of Jianshan cliff for the first time. The white-robed swordsman fought alone on top of Jianshan against several demon cultivators who climbed the stairs, and finally died of exhaustion.

Later he learned that the former owner of this blue silk, the man in white robe, was called Bai Zhihan, and he was a well-deserved sword embryo!

Seeing each other for the second time now seems unfriendly.

Bai Zhihan, who was carrying the sword, looked at Li Fuyao and sneered: "Why do you wear my Bai Zhihan's sword?"

Li Fuyao was startled, as if he didn't know how to answer.

Bai Zhihan said indifferently: "Answer me!"

Between word and word, there are countless sword intents filled with it. As expected, Bai Zhihan’s swordsmanship has only one step to enter the sea, even the ancestors of Jianshan.

Li Fuyao was silent for a while, looking at the sword that was supposed to be in his hands, but now it was Qingsi who was on the opposite side.

"Senior has passed away, why can't he bear this sword?"

Li Fuyao raised his head, his expression calm.

He couldn't see Bai Zhihan's face, but he didn't know why, he could always feel Bai Zhihan's expression.

The latter raised the corners of his mouth, "It has nothing to do with your unqualified offspring, but since you want my sword, you should give you a reason to use it."

Li Fuyao opened his mouth and said, "Senior made a mistake. Since Qingsi doesn't resist, why does Senior still do this?"

Bai Zhihan seemed to have a strange expression on his face. The young man opposite didn't say what his perseverance or ambition was, but he was just saying that he was dead. Naturally, he shouldn't worry about the ownership of this sword.

From the perspective of Li Fuyao, no matter what you say about swordsmanship, it is of no use. After all, the splendor of swordsmanship can be compared to the sword embryo in front of you, and it can be compared with Jianxian Liuxiang. Characters.

So I can only say so.

Bai Zhihan was obviously disappointed.

He threw out Qingsi at random, "You are not worthy of learning my Bai Zhihan's kendo."

Li Fuyao took over Qingsi blankly, "Li Fuyao doesn't want to learn the kendo of seniors."

Baizhi coldly smiled and dissipated.

Qingsijian calmed down again.

Li Fu shook his head in sweat.

When I opened my eyes, the sky was already white.

It just looks like I can’t imagine seeing the sunrise today.

No wonder it was so deserted on the way up the mountain that no pedestrian was able to see it.

It turns out that after winter, it is really hard to see the sunrise?

Li Fuyao walked down the third floor, but suddenly saw a group of people walking through the iron chain outside the building and came to Wanbao Pavilion.

A group of three, two middle-aged men with ordinary faces, one in a green shirt and the other in a black robe.

Another woman, with an ugly face, carried two daggers.

Li Fuyao came to the second floor, but Xie Ying had already gotten up. He had rested all night, and he seemed to be in good spirits, but after seeing these three people, this Xie Jiabaoshu looked dim.

Li Fuyao asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Xie Ying smiled bitterly: "Remember when I was eating dumplings, I said how many of us were in the party, did I enter Huaiyang City alone?"

Li Fuyao nodded.

Xie Ying's face was bitter, "Do you know why I went out of Huaiyang City and didn't look for them, but avoided them?"

Li Fu shook his head.

Xie Ying sighed, "Because these three people originally watched me die, even if I get out of Huaiyang City by chance, they will definitely make another cut so that Xie Ying can't return to Da Zhou."

Li Fuyao frowned and said, "You thank someone in your family who wants you to die, but you don't want you to be the head of the family?"

Xie Ying nodded calmly, "Uncle won't live for too long, so they should move a little bit."

Li Fuyao asked again, "Do you know who it is?"

Xie Ying lowered his head and whispered: "Knowing my every move and being able to call the master of the Xie family, in the end, I can guarantee that after I die, I will be able to sit on the seat of the head of the family. Who else can there be except my father? It’s just that I don’t think about it clearly and want me to die. Why did Chen Guo’s assassin’s assassination stop me and lose an arm for nothing.”

Li Fuyao was silent, he really didn't know how to speak about this matter.

Xie Ying pressed the handle of the knife and whispered: "Xie's family affairs, don't mix things up, I will handle it myself."

Li Fuyao did not agree, "I am here, you can't die."

Xie Ying sighed, said nothing, tidied his clothes, and went downstairs alone.

Li Fuyao looked at his back and found that he was really lonely.

What is it going to do to make such a young man like this?

He whispered: "Mr. Wang Fugui, what do you think?"

——

A thousand hopes, or a thousand unwillings?

In short, the old Xie Jijiu still walked into this Shaoliang City. Before Lao Jijiu entered the city, His Majesty the Great Zhou Emperor really led a hundred officials to greet him and gave Lao Jijiu the greatest courtesy.

What's more, after entering the city, Lao Jijiu said that he would walk to the post house. His Majesty the Emperor readily agreed, and he took the initiative to walk next to Lao Jijiu, supporting the already gray-haired old man.

Xie Chenjun’s body began to deteriorate last fall. In fact, this old man also knew why his body suddenly plummeted. In fact, he couldn’t get rid of the relationship with his younger brother. It’s just that he believed him too much. Prevention of food, housing, and transportation led to this situation. However, after Xie Chenjun heard the news of Xie Ying’s death, he was unwilling to spend more time on conditioning his body, which led to his body getting worse and worse until now. This point.

The saddest thing is more than death.

After Xie's family disappeared, the old man's spirit was naturally gone.

Walking on the streets that had been emptied, His Majesty the Emperor was silent. He really didn't know how to speak to the old sacrificial wine. He took out most of the old Xie family for this national war.

There is even Xie Ying's wealth and life.

For the old man, he can only respect and feel guilty.

Xie Chenjun laughed, "Your Majesty does not need to be ashamed. Ying'er died on the battlefield and died on the case with a civil official. In fact, they are all taken for granted. However, the old minister felt a bit disappointed when he was a child. He is already the most outstanding descendant of the Xie family. He is not bad in martial arts and art of war. At that time, the veteran asked Ying'er whether he wanted to be a world-renowned hero or command an army to open up territory for the Great Zhou Dynasty, Your Majesty Guess what, Ying'er, who was only a teenager at the time, was actually supposed to be a general who would command a nation’s army. He had such aspirations at a young age. The old minister was very happy, but this kid, It is said that the art of war has been intensively studied since then, but martial arts has not fallen. Nowadays, I can say that I am a master. Such a thank you, the old minister can not have high hopes, if you say no, it is a lie, but these days always dreaming Dreaming of him, this time, the veteran is thinking, if he returns to the beginning, the veteran will ask him if he would like to study for fame, go to the battlefield and let others just be fine. Don’t blame the veteran for such a posture, your Majesty. Because the veteran has no children, Ying'er is really treated as his own son."

Although he was laughing, his Majesty the Emperor couldn't hear the sadness.

His Majesty the emperor said softly: "The old man's mood, I fully understand that Xie Ying is the pillar of the country. If it were not for him, this great week would not be so peaceful."

Xie Chenjun walked a few steps and raised his head and asked: "The old official dare to ask your Majesty, if Ying'er is still alive, will your Majesty really marry the princess to him without caring about the ancestral system?"

His Majesty the Emperor said without hesitation: "That is natural."

Xie Chenjun nodded, and then said in a low voice: "The old minister thinks back several times these days, and feels that he is still too strict with Ying'er and lacks some care. He just wants to let him grow up and become the future Xie family. His backbone is actually a bit too much. When thinking about planning something for him, it is too late. The one who is most sorry for responding is actually Xie Jia."

His Majesty the Emperor sighed slightly, not knowing what to say.

Xie Chenjun walked a few steps forward before he said: "The old minister came to Shaoliang City this time not to make your majesty embarrassed, but to solve the situation for your majesty. The courtiers are all watching the reaction of the old ministers. In fact, the old ministers most hope. The Great Zhou I saw was the same as before."

His Majesty the Emperor has moist eyes.

"In the future, you may have to borrow your Majesty's Shaoliang City as the last visit to the old minister."