That year, that cicada, that sword

Chapter 322 Murong Gu is wrong

Xu Beiyou, who is far away in Jiangdu, can't feel the heavy thoughts of a princess who has never met before, even if he knows the thoughts of the princess, he will not change, and even I quite agree with Xiao Yuyi's opinion.

He, Xu Beiyou, is a person who is determined to be a master. To put it nicely, it is called lofty ambition, and to put it bluntly, he is ambitious. Therefore, from Xiao Yuyi's standpoint, the two are not a good match, and Xu Beiyou may not be willing to do it. A son-in-law, taking a step back, if the two of them can really look at each other and work together, then they are truly embarking on a road of no return.

One is ambitious and the other is unwilling, where will the two go?
God knows.

What a high-ranking person should do well is to employ people, not do everything by himself. After Xu Beiyou arranged all the affairs, he didn't feel tired physically, but he was a little tired mentally. One person went out to the music workshop.

Now he doesn't care if there are guards accompanying him, if he really meets someone who can put him to death, even more guards would be in vain.

When he came to Leyinfang, he didn't go to those well-known big theaters, but to a small theater building with a deserted gate. At this time, the theater building was empty, except for a table in the middle, all other seats were empty.

When Xu Beiyou entered the theater building, the performance had already started on the stage, and a graceful Xiaodan was babbling and singing on the stage.

One person sat behind the table in the middle, with his back to Xu Beiyou, watching the play while eating the cakes and fruits on the table.

Xu Beiyou sat down directly next to that person.

The man glanced at him, then turned his eyes back to the stage, and said indifferently: "The realm of the earth fairy, it's amazing."

Xu Beiyou shook his head and said, "It's nothing in front of seniors."

The man gently peeled off a melon seed and put it in his mouth, his gaze was still fixed on the stage, "It may not be a big deal now, but it will be hard to say in the future."

Xu Beiyou smiled wryly and said, "Some things can't wait for the future, they just happen now."

The man suddenly frowned and raised his right hand.

The sound of gongs, drums and singing on the stage stopped abruptly.

He said slowly: "The word just now should be Liu Lang, not Liu Lang."

"Although the words have the same pronunciation, they have different tones."

"Sing again."

The stage restarted after a brief silence, and there was another series of drum beats and vocals that Xu Beiyou didn't quite understand.

There were more and more characters on the stage, and the gongs and drums became more and more intensive. The whole scene was getting better and better. He stopped talking to Xu Beiyou, but closed his eyes and concentrated on listening to the play.

Xu Beiyou didn't intend to disturb him either, so he sat quietly by the side to listen to the play with him.

Time passed, the sky was getting late, and it was getting dark in the theater building. Someone started lighting the lights, and within a short time, the entire second floor was covered with red lanterns.

Xu Beiyou subconsciously took out a pocket watch that had just crossed the ocean and arrived in Jiangdu, opened the cover and glanced at the time.

It happened to be four o'clock in the unitary hour.

In three more hours it will be the second day of February.

There is a poem describing the spring rain as "sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently."

Just when the sky was completely dark, a spring rain came quietly, with the sound of rustling.

On this night in early spring, the entire Jiangdu revealed a strange feeling. The Shence Gate, which should have been closed early, was wide open, but there was no half of the gatekeepers.

At this time, a group of monks walked slowly into Jiangdu from Shence Gate, their figures looming in the fine spring rain.

At the same time, crowds of monks also appeared in the major squares and cities, standing silently in the spring rain.

Just three hours ago, Du Haichan and King Qin Guang had returned to Jiangdu. If nothing unexpected happened, Zhang Zhaonu was also in Jiangdu city at this time.

Xu time.

Xu Beiyou tapped the pocket watch in his palm lightly with his fingers, looking at the stage with a calm expression.

At this time, the stage has reached the final twist of the play.

The lamps of the Qin Mansion in Tianyuanfang were brightly lit.

Three women stood in front of the court, and the courtyard gradually filled with people. They were the real elites of the three major sects in Jiangdu City.

At the same time, a white-clothed monk walked alone on the wet street of the Taoist workshop, with his hands clasped together, letting the rain falling from the sky wet his scalp and monk's robe.

The play in the theater building finally came to an end, and the man finally recovered from the play, listening to the night rain outside the building, the rain seemed to be getting bigger and bigger.

He didn't care, and said calmly and gently: "There are some things that I have been asking for so hard but can't get them. When I was about to give up, it came to me on my own initiative. The world is impermanent and changeable, nothing like this.

Xu Beiyou said in a soft voice: "If you want to plant flowers, the flowers won't bloom, but if you don't want to plant willows and willows to make shade."

The man smiled and asked, "Have you ever thought about being the Lord of Jiangdu?"

Xu Beiyou smiled and said, "Thought about it."

"It's really ambitious."

"Just thinking about it."

"As long as you think about it, you can do it, and if you do it, you can succeed."

"Where there is success, there is failure."

"Winners and losers, you should understand this truth. Success is ambition, and defeat is ambition."

"Actually, senior, you have even greater ambitions."

"How to say?"

"I just want a Jiangdu, but you want a huge world."

"The world?"

"Or the practice world."

"Ambition is like ambition. It always grows bigger and bigger. No one is born like a tiger. Take Xiao Yu back then as an example. When he first arrived in the grassland, he never dared to expect to rule the world in the future. I'm afraid Only after he became the king of the Northwest can he have the idea of ​​becoming an emperor."

"Senior said that's true. Recently, I read some records in the sect. I looked at Xiao Huang's ten years of competing in the world. The first five years were more involuntary. It should be the times that make heroes. The fifth year is the key. In this One year Xiaohuang's school soldiers became king, and since then, the initiative has been in Xiaohuang's hands, and the southern and northern expeditions are all carried out by Xiaohuang's will, so the so-called heroes make the times."

"Young man, don't you still hope that you can create the current situation yourself?"

Xu Beiyou smiled without saying a word.

At some point, the actors on the stage and the gong and drum troupe had already retreated, and the surroundings were dead silent, only the two of them were left in the huge theater building.

"You are different from Gongsun Zhongmou, and you are also different from Shangguan Xianchen and other seniors. It is true that talented people come from generation to generation. Among today's juniors, there is only Xiao Bai, which is very boring. Now there is another one. Xu Beiyou is interesting." The man said with a little emotion.

Xu Beiyou's state of mind has been very different since he set foot in the realm of the earth fairy. He dare not say that the landslide is in front of him and his face does not change, but he is more flattered and flattered. He smiled and said: "It is the general trend to replace the old with the new. I often hear this sentence In other words, if newcomers want to go up, there are old people who want to come down, what should we do if the old people don't want to come down? Then we can only choose to live or die."

"Yeah, you die, you live, you die, there is no room for mercy." The man looked at Xu Beiyou and sighed softly, without warning: "You go to see Zhang Zhaonu, personally persuade him once, let him He left Jiangdu."

Xu Beiyou, who patiently listened to the play for most of the day, finally had a smile on his face.

(End of this chapter)