That year, that cicada, that sword

Chapter 722

Regarding whether the old soldiers should go or stay, Xu Beiyou didn't dictate too much. After all, they are not children, so they naturally know how to weigh the pros and cons. After bidding farewell to Zhang San, Xu Beiyou took Shangguan Qiushui to leave Jiuyuan City and headed for the Kingdom of Wei. Go to the hinterland.

The two of them did not take the post road, but chose a desolate and remote place. After walking for more than a hundred miles without seeing any people, when they stopped by a small stream for a rest, Shangguan Qiushui asked curiously: "You Is it really only the realm of the Nine Layers of Earth Immortals? In fact, you have already set foot on the Twelfth Floor of Earth Immortals, right?"

Xu Beiyou didn't make a sound, and she asked again: "What are you going to Biyou Island for? There is a Daoist Daoist who has been stationed there for many years. Although this Daoist may not be your opponent, if you startle the snake, let the Daoist know. Your whereabouts, you may not be able to return to Jiangdu alive."

Xu Beiyou still didn't answer, and Shangguan Qiushui was not discouraged, and continued to ask: "What is there on Biyou Island? It made you willing to take such a big risk."

Xu Beiyou, who had been practicing closed-mouthed meditation, finally said, "There is no willingness or disapproval, it's just a last resort."

Then he added, "If you don't want to die on Biyou Island, don't ask what you shouldn't ask."

Although Shangguan Qiushui is not young, but I don't know if it's because of the early arrival of the centenary mark, or because of his own personality, he always has the air of a young woman, and he habitually pouted angrily: "If it wasn't for me, I would have to go with you Bi Youdao, I'm too lazy to ask these."

Xu Beiyou said flatly: "I didn't go to Biyou Island to die."

Shangguan Qiushui habitually wiped his ears and temples with his slender fingers, and said slightly sarcastically: "Wei Wang Xiaojin didn't send people to the Mingling Mausoleum to send someone to die, but in the end? Didn't he die cleanly? Even Master Qingchen It's also there, you, Mr. Xu, may not be able to compare with the real Qingchen, right?"

Xu Beiyou said with a smile: "It's true that I'm not as good as Qingchen Daoist, but Biyou Island is not Mingling. There is no Xiao Huang who has cast an immortal golden body there, only a Daoist Daoist."

Shangguan Qiushui snorted heavily.

Xu Beiyou laughed it off and said no more.

Shangguan Qiushui glanced at his Gujing Wubo's face, and gave up continuing to probe.

The two continued on the road, and they didn't say anything more along the way. It wasn't until late at night, when the two stayed briefly again in a ruined temple in the mountains, that Shangguan Qiushui said: "The five great families of the past shared the guards. Among them, Ye's is the closest to Biyou Island, if we want to go to Biyou Island from land, we must pass through Ye's territory."

Xu Beiyou asked curiously: "Who is the head of the Ye family now? Ye Daoqi? Or the rumored old lady of the Ye family?"

Shangguan Qiushui said: "On the surface, the patriarch is Ye Daoqi, but the one who really speaks is Ye Xia. Ye Xia, Gongsun Zhongmou, Zhang Xueyao and others are of the same generation, and also the biological sister of Qiuye, the head teacher of Taoism. He also made good friends with Qiuyue, the abbot of Buddhism, in the territory of Wei State, even Wei Wang Xiaojin would give her three points."

Xu Beiyou snorted, and then asked: "Then what is her relationship with Murong Xuan?"

Shangguan Qiushui said with a smile: "Then you are asking the right person. Murong Xuan and Qiu Ye became a Taoist couple. Even if she is Ye Xia's sister-in-law, she wants to intervene in the Ye family's affairs as the mistress of the Ye family, but Ye Xia Xia obstructed, the relationship between the sister-in-law and sister-in-law these years has only remained amicable on the surface, but the situation has long been in turmoil in the dark."

Xu Beiyou looked at the improvised fire, thoughtful, his face was uncertain under the light of the fire.

……

A few days ago, a distinguished guest came to the Ye family. His identity was not simple. He was Li Qingyu, the head of the Li family in Jiangling.

This new Mr. Confucianism is here to visit his master Ye Daoqi. In the past few days, the two patriarchs can often be seen walking in the mansion, and sometimes they will go out at night with candles and talk about the Tao. No matter how you look at it, it is full of people. Celebrities.

It is said that this Mr. Li also went to visit the old lady who lived in seclusion on weekdays, and was left by the old lady for an hour to talk. I have to say that Mr. Li is worthy of being a real celebrity who is famous all over the south of the Yangtze River. The top old lady said a lot of words of praise for the first time.

In the past few days, another distinguished guest came to the door. The visitor was not inferior to the Confucian master Li Qingyu. He turned out to be the Dragon King of Buddhism who came from the ancestral court of Buddhism. Yours.

Although the Ye family is said to be a thousand-year-old family, and there is another Daoist head teacher in their own family, they dare not neglect these two distinguished guests. After all, one is a gentleman who is expected to become the leader of the Confucian sect, and the other is expected to be the leader of the next generation. It's really hard to say which one is more important for the Dragon King who is presided over by the Buddhist sect.

However, there are also some careful people who can detect the subtle differences. The dragon king in white seems to be closer to the old lady, while the patriarch of the Li family in green clothes is more inclined to the patriarch. This subtle difference makes several people who used to The old people who had served Ye Zhong, the old master of the previous generation, were secretly shocked.

This atmosphere is not right.

……

An old man dressed as a scholar was walking on the post road with a bookcase on his back. It seemed that because of his weak feet, he spent some scattered money to stop a carriage, and turned to drive slowly towards the "Eastern Capital".

The coachman was an old man who was about the same age as the old scholar. He couldn't stop talking while driving the carriage, and asked, "The old man's voice doesn't sound like a local person. Are you going to 'Dongdu' to visit relatives or friends?"

The old scholar shook his head and said, "I can't afford to be a gentleman, but I'm just a poor literati."

The coachman smiled and said: "Master, don't be modest. Although the old man is old and his body is not as good as that of a young man, he has met quite a few people. He is still better than a young man in terms of knowledge. You have a lot of spirit. It doesn't look like ordinary people."

The old man smiled, "Old man is right. I did serve as an official for a few years in my early years, but the word "mother" is difficult for a non-gonghou general. Since the old man always calls him a man regardless of his official position, then you may as well Tell me, what kind of official position did the old man do back then?"

A smile appeared on the deeply wrinkled face of the coachman, with the cunning and wisdom of a market, he said: "I have an idea, old man, Mr. Xianggong does not have a first rank, but also a second rank."

Seeing that the old scholar smiled and said nothing, the coachman thought he had made a mistake, and hastily added, "Third rank! The third rank cannot be lowered."

The old scholar laughed it off.

The coachman didn't dare to speak too much and concentrated on driving.

The old man sitting in the carriage began to talk to himself, "Sir, back then you said that meritorious service, morality, and words are immortal. In terms of meritorious service, I am not as good as Zhang Jiangling, in terms of morality, I am not as good as Fang He, and in terms of Liyan, I am not as good as Zhang Jiangling." Zhang Zai, to this day, the four of you have all gone, and only me, a worthless person, is still alive."

"Sir, I came to Wei State this time, not because of the Three Immortals, but some time ago, I re-read the sage classics that I had memorized by heart when I was a child. Among them, Yasheng said a good sentence, even if there are thousands of people, I will go. .”

"So, I came to the State of Wei. If I can successfully persuade the King of Wei not to use weapons, then I will die without regret. After all, I can exchange a worthless old bone for peace in the world. No matter how you look at it, it is very cost-effective. One thing, by the way, maybe you can win a reputation that lasts forever, which is even more guaranteed."

"As for the persuasion, what should I do? Forgive me, sir. In fact, I haven't thought about it very carefully. After thinking about it roughly, it's nothing more than death."

As we talked, more and more pedestrians came and went on the post road.

The "Eastern Capital" is approaching.

(End of this chapter)