That year, that cicada, that sword

Chapter 151

While speaking, Zhang Wubing had reached out and pressed Xu Beiyou's heart.The next moment, the Mie Shen Arrow aura, which was forcibly suppressed by Xu Beiyou, burst out suddenly, and black lines surged crazily under the skin, which was hideous and frightening.

Xu Beiyou's face became pale and bloodless again.

Zhang Wubing absorbed all these qi mechanisms into Xu Beiyou's heart, and then made a grabbing movement, these qi mechanisms were actually grabbed out of Xu Beiyou's body by him.

A mass of black mist-like air machine floated in Zhang Wubing's palm, tumbling endlessly.

Zhang Wubing clenched his fist, and the black mist in his palm instantly dissipated into nothingness.

Xu Beiyou coughed a few times, and began to operate the dragon and tiger alchemy to reconcile his own qi.

Zhang Wubing said slowly: "Although I have been in Buddhism for many years, I am not good at curing diseases and saving people. Fortunately, this time it is only the eighth-level God-killing Arrow. If it is changed to the first few levels, I can only watch you go." died."

After Xu Beiyou finished his work, he gently wiped away the blood on his face with his fingers, "The Dark Guard Mansion is really unfathomable."

Zhang Wubing said flatly: "Actually, you didn't catch up with the good time. When your master ancestor Shangguan Xianchen was alive, even the former Emperor Dazheng had to be honored as sir. A secret guard mansion really can't be compared with Jianzong .”

"It's all a thing of the past." Xu Beiyou murmured: "The prosperity of the past has finally become a cloud of the past, and today's wealth and honor have to depend on myself."

Zhang Wubing smiled and said: "Whether this is true or not, there is a big game of chess in the world today, and there are very few people playing chess. The others, whether they are immortals or high-ranking ministers, are all chess pieces in the hands of chess players. You and I are chess pieces of the same color, not alone."

Xu Beiyou asked curiously: "Who is the chess player?"

Zhang Wubing sighed softly: "This is not an ordinary chess game where two people play chess, but a game where many people fight for the throne. Now, His Majesty the Emperor and the real person in charge are the ones who officially play chess. One, but they have not yet fully entered the game, as for Wei Wang, Hou Jianguozhu, Buddhist host and others, they are just spectators standing outside the chessboard, and it is hard to say whether they have watched the chess or not."

Xu Beiyou said: "Watch chess without talking about a real gentleman, but a gentleman can't achieve imperial ambitions. Anyone who can be the lord of a country and a place is not a gentleman."

Zhang Wubing smiled, and did not deny Xu Beiyou's words, "There are two types of chess pieces, one is the chess pieces on the chessboard, and the other is the chess pieces in the chess box. I was originally in Buddhism, so those are the chess pieces in the chess box. But after I decided to return to the imperial court, I became a pawn on the chessboard, and after I officially became the governor of the Northwest Army, the pawn took root, and there was no room for repentance."

Xu Beiyou nodded in agreement and said, "The chessboard and chess box, inside and outside the game, can be explained thoroughly."

Zhang Wubing looked at Xu Beiyou, and pointed to his face.

Xu Beiyou brushed his fingers lightly over the wound on his face, and there was a gloomy look in his eyes.

Zhang Wubing asked: "Do you still remember our original agreement?"

Xu Beiyou smiled sincerely: "Of course I dare not forget that you said that there is something you want in my teacher's wife's East Lake courtyard."

Zhang Wubing said flatly: "That thing is actually a person's whereabouts."

"Who?" Xu Beiyou asked directly.

Zhang Wubing hesitated a little, but still said word by word: "Tang Shengyue."

Xu Beiyou was stunned for a moment, and said slowly: "Not long ago I saw her in God's Capital, she came here on a moon, and rescued me and Lu Pu, the descendant of the Lu family, but left me in Huizhou, and brought Lu Pu without knowing her. Where to go. Why, is she also in Jiangdu?"

The decisive Zhang Wubing on the battlefield was a little hesitant, and he said to himself: "She must be in Jiangdu, when she crossed the river to fight the Dingding, all the masters flocked there, causing heavy casualties."

"Emperor Wuzu, Xiao Lie, was enlightened for more than a thousand battles against Shangguan Xianchen who was holding Zhu Xian, and finally died of exhaustion. Immediately after Shangguan Xianchen surmounted the nine-fold thunder calamity, he used sword 35 to fight against the former emperor's Tianzi sword, which was threatening the world. He also died from exhaustion. Xu Hongru, the deputy leader of the White Lotus Sect, died at the hands of Master Weichen. Qingchen was defeated by Master Tianchen and fled injured. Fu Chen also died in this battle."

"At that time, whether it was your master Gongsun Zhongmou or Qiu Ye, the current head teacher of the Taoist sect, there was not much room for meddling, especially her and me, so I don't know her future whereabouts, I only know that she is still alive. Alive, he has inherited the mantle of the White Lotus Sect, and his whereabouts are secretive on weekdays, few people know about it."

Xu Beiyou asked, "What if my teacher's wife doesn't know?"

Zhang Wubing shook his head and said: "Zhang Xueyao must know that the two of them have known each other as early as the reign of Dazheng Shenzong, they can be regarded as close friends in the boudoir, and the two have been in similar situations over the years, one is the remnant of the Sword Sect, and the other is Bai Lian The remnants of the religion are the same people who have fallen in the end of the world, so there is no reason why they should not communicate with each other forever."

Xu Beiyou hesitated for a moment, and asked in a low voice: "I heard that the leader of the White Lotus Sect had some unclear entanglements with Emperor Xiao back then. I don't know if there is a question that should be asked?"

Zhang Wubing seemed to have expected it long ago, and said softly: "Don't ask me what is the relationship with her, I just want to see her once before I go to the northwest to take root, that's all."

Xu Beiyou took a deep look at him, then nodded slightly, "I see."

——Since last winter, the East Lake Courtyard outside Jiangdu City has hung white silk curtains, white lanterns, and couplets with black characters on a white background.

Many outing wanderers who passed by here have guessed, looking at the ostentatious scenes of the mansion, it is likely that the master of the house is gone, but the young master of the mansion is not seen to come out to take charge, at most, he occasionally sees a few old servants and maids. , is there only an old lady left in the mansion?

During the spring rain season in the 21st year of Taiping, another drizzling drizzle came unexpectedly. The white fine rain shrouded the East Lake and the courtyard by the lake. After countless raindrops fell, a layer of white water mist was splashed, connecting into a In the end, there was only a white mist left between the sky and the earth.

In the white mist, the black tiles on the roof are extraordinarily bright, looming in the hazy rain and fog. The rainwater on the tiles gathers into thin streams, which flow down the corners of the eaves, and hang down silver thin lines.

It seems that the person in the painting is dressed in white, holding a white oil-paper umbrella, and in the white rain and fog, walked into the East Lake courtyard full of onyx.

A woman also dressed in white greeted her in person, but the white clothes of the two were still somewhat different after all.The white clothes of the person holding the umbrella are as clean as white clouds, as bright as the day, covered with a layer of light gauze, like a dream.The white clothes worn by the owner of the other courtyard are extremely white mourning clothes.

The two women went hand in hand to the Liuli Pavilion in the Houfu, warmed a pot of hot tea, and talked about private conversations between the women in the light spring rain outside the pavilion.

The two are like this almost every year.

The woman in white held the teacup in both hands and blew the mist gently, "Back then, Xiao Yu and Master Du Ming led people to rush in here and captured us both. Decades have passed, Xiao Yu and Master Du Ming are both dead, but It's a blessing that you and I are still alive in this world."

The woman in mourning said softly: "Whether it's the royal relatives or ordinary people, the man in charge always leaves first, leaving only one woman alone in this world."

The woman in white took a sip of hot tea and said calmly: "Because of this, you and I can be the masters of the house. If those men are still alive, it's our turn. The child is about to go to the south of the Yangtze River. What are you going to do? "

The woman in mourning looked at the rain curtain outside, "Zhongmou and I have no children. Since this child is Zhongmou's direct disciple, then I will regard him as my own child and hand over the family business left by Zhongmou to him." hands."

The woman in white who was drinking tea frowned slightly, "Have you figured it out? You have been refusing to give in to Gongsun Zhongmou for so many years, why are you giving in now?"

Zhang Xueyao withdrew her gaze, waved her hands to clear the fog in front of her eyes, and said softly: "Arguing depends on who you are arguing with. As an elder, I have the nerve to argue with a child. And don't always talk about me, you are so old. Didn't he hold on to the White Lotus Sect? This time, he rescued the child from the Lu family again. He is just as good as Gongsun Zhongmou. In this regard, we are no match for Lin Yinping, a powerful authority in a country, let him go Just let it go, instead of being the Queen Mother with all the power, but followed Xiao Yu into the Meishan Imperial Mausoleum, it's no wonder that Xiao Yu chose her to be the Queen."

The words between women are always unavoidable. Tang Shengyue lost a little bit this time and again, but she didn't think about winning back now. At that time, the position of Jiangnan Governor will be replaced soon, but Qin Mumian will soon come back from the back, the three of us decide on who to choose, or let her come forward and have a talk with Xiao Xuan?"

Zhang Xueyao nodded.

People in the world don't know that the real power behind the scenes in Jiangdu is not the head of the Jiangnan Taoist sect, nor the Southern Ghost Emperor of the Demon Suppressing Palace, nor the local third-level yamen, but three magnificent women.

Qin Mumian, Tang Shengyue, Zhang Xueyao.

(End of this chapter)