Dao fruit.

"We came here precisely because of this."

The two officials listened to the words of the man who turned the fine ink and saw the confident appearance of the other party, and they immediately became angry. The two of them thought about various things before, and they were afraid that because they didn't check for a while, the relationship between the two sides would be messed up, causing The purpose above could not be achieved, so I endured the humiliation. After all, the two of them talked about it, and they were not high-ranking officials, and they spoke lightly.

But now it is different, with the support of Qiu Yan's words, the two officials feel that they are full of confidence, and their backs are straightened, not to mention that they are only responsible for notifying them when they come here this time.

Therefore, after the words of the Mozhe fell, the two officials saluted politely, and then said: "The Marquis Dingguo said that this matter is related to the safety of your Tianzhizhou in Zhutuolan, and you must not be negligent at all." , so I will negotiate with you at the first time, but since your Excellency does not have the guts to take charge of the matter immediately, then go back first and find someone who can make the decision."

After saying this, the two of them felt greatly relieved when they saw the astonished expression of the Mohist. After saying this, the other person said: "I am here to pass the news on to Your Excellency. After that, The discussion between the two parties will be temporarily suspended, and I will no longer be responsible, and when someone from your side comes over, I will come to visit again and leave."

With that said, the two were about to leave.

"Wait!"

At this time, how can the fine ink-turner be able to sit still?subconscious speech.

And the few people beside him also showed anxious expressions, that is, the military adviser, although he barely maintained his composure at this time, the corners of his eyes kept beating, showing that his heart was not at peace.

In fact, the ink-clothed military division noticed that something was wrong when the two officials walked in. He is very good at exploring other people's minds from the subtleties, so he noticed these two officials immediately.Compared with when he first walked in, his expression was different, it was no longer the feeling of panic, worrying about gains and losses, and looking forward and backward, but more determined.

Immediately, the black-clothed military master secretly thought that something was wrong, he didn't expect to say such a thing in the end, but now, when he heard the ink-turner calling to stop the two of them, he remained silent, thinking about countermeasures.

"What do you mean?"

The ink-turner went through the initial panic.At this moment, he regained his composure. Although his heart was still torn apart, he still looked quite dignified on the surface, and said coldly, "Could it be that you, Darui, don't plan to negotiate peace and continue to fight?"

"It's not up to petty officials like us," one of the two officials stopped and turned around, "it's an order given by Marquis Ding, saying that your Excellency has distracted thoughts. I'm afraid it's hard to bear this matter, so let You go back and find someone more sincere."

"Oh? That's really strange." The eyes of the ink-turner flickered coldly, "Don't you guys know that Zhu Tuo..."

"This inkman..."

Before the other party finished speaking, an official interrupted it first, and heard him say: "We are only responsible for receiving people who come and go, and we don't know much about the major affairs of that country. If you really want to talk, you have to find Marquis Dingguo said, it was just that Marquis Dingguo came to talk to you earlier. You didn’t want to see each other, but now that Marquis Dingguo said he was gone, you started to talk. Since there are so many things you want to say, why at the beginning, Instead, avoid it?"

"You!" The ink-turner heard this, and didn't want to choke the words in his mouth, but the anger couldn't be suppressed no matter what. The Mohist disciple next to him felt it. The two officials surrounded them.

"These things are really beyond my reach. We two lowly officials are just here to deliver a message. I hope you don't embarrass me." But the expressions of the two officials changed, and their tone trembled a little. , but did not see the slightest subdued.

"Mo Zhe, let these two leave first. They are just people who handle affairs and can't decide anything." At this time, the military master in ink clothes spoke, and as soon as he spoke, the tense atmosphere eased.

The ink-turner glanced at the military adviser, his gaze was as cold as a knife, which made the military adviser's heart tremble, and then the ink student said: "Let these two go."

Surrounded by the crowd, the two officials were already drenched in sweat, so they would not stay at this moment, and walked away with their hands clasped.

After the two of them left, the man who turned the fine ink turned his eyes, and his eyes fell on the face of the military adviser, and said coldly: "All I did was according to your wishes, the military adviser, but now I got such a What do you think of the result?"

The military master in Moyi sighed secretly, feeling rather unwilling: "My strategy is just to cater to what he likes. I am a counselor, and I make plans for the mastermind. You can't get what you want, but I insist on disobeying it. If this is the case, it will be adopted by it for a while, and sooner or later it will be alienated..."

I think so, but I can't say it because no one will uphold justice. The most urgent thing is that the ink-clothed military master can only admit his mistake first, and then said: "This negligence is self-defeating, but it is not irreparable. They still have some contacts, and we will use other channels to re-contact Marquis Dingguo and try to get in touch with him as soon as possible."

"Since you still have a way, let's do it quickly, don't worry about it!" The ink-turner waved his hand, as if he had lost the mind to listen to the military adviser's chatter.

The black-clothed military master was also very knowledgeable, so he stopped talking and left in a hurry!

After the others had left, several Mohist disciples beside him couldn't help but said, "No one from Donghua can be trusted. This military adviser seems to have taken refuge in him, but he can't after all. If he fails this time..."

Snapped!

Before he finished speaking, he saw the ink-turner hit the low table beside him with his fist, and with a crisp sound, the teacup shattered.

"This Darui's Ding Guohou is really deceiving people too much! I am so angry!" His face was flushed, and his eyes were wide open, which were covered with bloodshot eyes.

When others saw it, they were secretly startled, and quickly silenced.

After waiting so long that no one dared to speak, the ink-turner gradually calmed down. His heart was filled with an unrelenting anger, and it was accompanied by tremendous pressure.

"When I came here this time, there were already people who wanted to read my jokes. If I really went back in such a disheveled manner, the consequences would be unimaginable. No matter what, the current situation must be reversed. If Fan Yuan can calm down the situation, that's all. If not... ..."

Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth with a hideous face.

………………

On the other hand, when such a change occurred in the post station, Qiu Yan, as the source of everything, left the yamen, walked alone, passed through some fertile fields, and came to a manor outside the city.

This manor is an academy, and it looks simple and simple when viewed from a distance. On the plaque in front of the academy, the word "Spring and Autumn" is written.

These two characters are vigorously written, with an artistic conception that runs through the past and a long river of time. The charm almost breaks out of the characters. In the eyes of Qiu Yan today, he can faintly capture a trace of the writer's breath.

Afterwards, he withdrew his gaze and came to the door. Mr. Zheng, who had been in contact with him before, was waiting in front of the door. Not only was he not surprised when he saw Qiu Yan, he nodded and said, "You are here, I will wait here for a long time .”

"Thank you for leading the way." Qiu Yan cupped his hands, and with a sweep of his gaze, he discovered a lot of secrets in this Mr. Zheng.

When he saw Mr. Zheng in the past, he was limited to his realm, personality and his own luck, as if he was looking at flowers through a fog, but he just felt that he was unpredictable. .

"This Mr. Zheng really has some background. It seems that his physical body has recently reached the level of the third realm of life cultivation, but there is also a hidden realm of sexual cultivation inside. Not only that, there are obvious traces of seals inside his body. There is strong energy and blood in it, if it is released, it is enough to push his combat power to a higher level in a short time!"

As he walked, Qiu Yan withdrew his gaze and stopped prying. He had already guessed that this Mr. Zheng was not a simple person. Now he lived in seclusion in the academy, but when he was young, there might have been a legend, but it was someone else's business after all. , it is not easy to ask more questions now.

Soon, the two of them came to the library one after the other. This library was called Chunqiu Book Pavilion.

In front of the bookstore, Mr. Zheng stopped, turned to Qiu Yan and said, "Go in, the book master is waiting for you inside." The latter nodded and stepped on the steps without stopping.

As soon as this foot landed on the surface of the steps, there was an ancient, coercive, and heavy atmosphere, just like a few years ago, but the difference from a few years ago is that Qiu Yan now is no longer just a simple person. He felt this breath, but at the first time, he dug out a period of dusty history from the breath, and his surroundings were filled with ancient artistic conceptions, and even Mr. Zheng was involved in it, and he experienced many things in an instant. If this person hadn't been strong-willed, he might have been addicted to the illusion of history, and Qiu Yan needed to wake him up.

But even so, this Mr. Zheng still looked suspicious and took a few steps back, while Qiu Yan walked up the stairs and walked directly into the Book Pavilion.

The door of the bookstore closed automatically without wind.

In the pavilion, it was silent and gloomy, but the tall bookshelves, filled with books, were the first to catch the eye.

Taking a closer look, many artistic conceptions, histories, spirits, etc. in the book emerged, and the atmosphere of this rather lonely library was completely changed, full of vitality.

"There is Yan Ruyu in the book, there is Yan Ruyu in the book, it really is something different, when I entered this museum, I felt lifeless, like stepping into the nether world, but now I see it, life and death are indistinguishable, yin and yang are no longer distinguishable."

Qiu Yan walked forward while talking.

A voice came from the depths——

"This is the mystery of both sides of yin and yang, but it is only superficial. The old man has been here for hundreds of years, but he can only arrange one or two." However, this voice is completely different from the old man in Qiu Yan's memory, cool and full of energy .

Following the sound, the target was a middle-aged man in simple clothes, with patches on his clothes. (To be continued..)

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