Taiping Order

Chapter 535: Should I ask for peace (please give me monthly votes)

It was a few days later.

In the south of the Yangtze River, some anxious voices sounded.

"how's it going??"

"well!"

"What, you said!" Lei Lao Meng's tone became a little anxious. He grabbed the old sorcerer's arm because of anxiety and unconscious force. Fortunately, this guy's martial arts are really average, so the old sorcerer is very good. Not angry.

He looked outside, and there were crowds of people waiting.

Most of them were military Han lieutenants who followed the Qin King to fight everywhere.

The old warlock could fully understand the emotions of Lei Lao Meng and others.

Emperor Yingguo swept the last bravery and heroic spirit, and wanted to drag the Qilin Army into the whirlpool. Li Guanyi personally guarded Zhenbei Pass, which was a tragic battle. Although this battle was the last big victory, it was really the Qilin Army. The uprising has endured the most critical battle.

He was almost captured in the rear of Jiangnan.

If it weren't for the "mysterious general" that inspires the military, if Yue Pengwu had not returned at a critical moment, even if he was defended here in Jiangnan, it would have been extremely tragic.

At that time, Yingguo used a knife to kill people in both directions, and Tiance Mansion suffered a great loss.

However, Yue Pengwu returned.

It means that only Li Guanyi confronts Jiang Su himself outside Zhenbei Pass.

The battlefield in the northern border came to an end briefly. After the King of Qin came back, he saw Murong Qiushui and knew that Jiangnan was really safe, so he went out to inspire the morale of the army and held a grand banquet to celebrate the celebration. However, after the end, he fell down and fell asleep for several days.

Because it is of great importance, the news was blocked.

But everyone who knew the news was panicked.

Lei Laomeng brought the seven old ghosts of the Qilin Army, but these old ghosts with ordinary backgrounds have very different medical skills. They are good at certain level of cultivation and can be popularized. For Li Guanyi's state, they cannot If you say no, you can only say that you are completely blind.

So he quickly "invite" the old sorcerer over.

The old sorcerer looked at the big man who rubbed his hands one by one outside. The strategist was helpless. He was afraid that half of the heroes and famous officials and generals in the world would be here.

These people can write half of the history books if they are taken out.

At this moment, they were all worried.

If the old sorcerer said that they would jump into the sea and wake up the King of Qin, these slingers would probably line up to jump.

Especially someone who was not afraid of death directly found He Ruo, a famous Yingguo general, to capture the tiger. Yue Qianfeng, who was the main force, held He Ruo's capture tiger, had his arms broken, tied there, and was wrapped around his head in a large circle. The white cloth looks much worse than the King of Qin.

Still here, rushing forward.

Yue Qianfeng was sad at that time. Because of the death of his mentor, he fought with anger and blood. However, on the other side, He Ruoqianhu was also in a similar state of mind.

The emperor whom he followed when he was a teenager in his teens was right behind him.

How can he lose?

How could he retreat?

This battle was extremely fierce. When Yue Qianfeng was dragged back, he was already unconscious, but He Ruoqianhu still vomited blood under the siege of four famous generals. At that time, Yue Qianfeng only laughed loudly. A few sounds, then tilt your head down.

The generals were shocked and thought that the first brave general in the Qilin Army had died in a fierce battle. However, he heard a snoring sound on the battlefield. Everyone was shocked, but they saw the general lying in the battlefield of blood. Sleeping out.

He is bold and brave.

But it is not at all very particular.

The old warlock comforted him for a while, but these people's voices were too loud.

In the end, the old warlock was annoyed and drove all these people out of the yard. The famous generals carrying apples and other things were very embarrassed. The old warlock said, "Your Highness of Qin needs to rest. You guys gather here, and the air is all over. I'm so bored, go out."

Yue Qianfeng was overjoyed: "That means, Your Majesty is fine?!"

The old warlock scolded:

"The King of Qin was twenty-two years old, and the legend of martial arts, and his life span was very long. What's the matter? But if you wait, you don't care about yourself, you will not be able to go to the battlefield soon and you will be carried on a stretcher. ”

He drove everyone out, but Lei Laomeng stayed. Speaking of which, Yue Pengwu was able to come back so quickly because there was the auspicious eagle from the grassland. It was Lei Laomeng who successfully made this guy willing to work hard. Work.

The omnipotent Lei Laomeng made military achievements again.

He was also a mature and calm person. After closing the door, he helped him and whispered: "Old man, if Your Majesty is fine, how could he not wake up yet?"

The old sorcerer said: "The legend of martial arts is that merits are related to fortune. When Your Majesty was in this state when he was young, even if he fought with Jiang Su, he would have lost some life expectancy, but it would not hurt the root cause."

"Just rest and absorb the vitality of heaven and earth, and in the end, we will replenish it little by little. What's even bigger is the pain in my heart."

Lei Laomeng opened his mouth and couldn't speak.

The old warlock looked at the closed door and sighed.

In a few lines of words in history, he could only write about the great victory of the King of Qin, saying that he was decisive and calm and dispatched troops, but he didn't know that at that most dangerous time on that day, there was a 500,000 army of military **** Jiang Su, and the rear was Zhenbeicheng.

Zhijian Madness, Jiang Wanxiang broke through the realm, and Jiang Nan was in danger, Li Guanyi could only entrust his final foundation.

He didn't know if he could win or not, he didn't know if he would die. The strongest enemy was ahead and the danger was behind. Even the strongest person would have sadness and fear, but at that time, he just put that The magic spear of Nirvana was pulled out from his shoulders.

Breathe the evil air of swords, feel the stinging pain of the heart and the wound, then stand on the battlefield, hold your weapons tighter, then roar forward, letting your heart sting, letting both The eyes are red.

I can only fight hard.

At that time, even sadness was a luxury for the King of Qin. The old saying goes, "There is no greater sorrow than death in the heart, and death is second to death. The King of Qin held weapons and guarded the country's gates. After returning, he would boost morale. What in the end All arranged.

Only then is he qualified to be sad.

Carrying the great wish of peace in the world.

Even grief should not be revealed.

The human emperor has no joy or tears.

Rather than saying that it was the injury on his body, it was better to say that the fatigue in his heart made him fall asleep. At least in the dream, he could still have a little time to rest. However, Lei Lao Meng had never experienced a life like an old warlock, and he didn't know that his heart was dead. pain.

Just hearing the impact of life span, I was already worried and said:

"Life length?!"

"Is the immortal medicine useless?"

The old sorcerer said, "If it is useful, how could my incompetent disciple die? But it is just to make life more prosperous. When the Qilin and the Dragon all have their rotation, how can there be an eternal and immortal thing in the world?"

Lei Laomeng's voice paused, and he said, "Then, it's useful to make up for the vitality. Can you practice it?"

The old sorcerer said angrily: "In this case, it would be useless to dig out Hou Zhongyu."

Lei Laomeng just sighed with regret.

Just as he was worried, he suddenly heard a sound from inside the room, and the door was opened. Murong Qiushui staggered out and said, "Guanyi, Guanyi wake up!"

The old warlock's eyes lit up instantly, and he turned around and rushed in like the wind.

I also knew that I had lost my composure, so after tidying up my appearance, I saluted and stepped in. Sure enough, I saw Li Guanyi sitting on the bed. This 22-year-old famous general in the world was calm and young, with white hair and frosty hair. Generally, quite eye-catching.

After the old warlock checked, he said, "Your Majesty, do you feel any discomfort?"

Li Guanyi replied: "It's just that on the battlefield, it's too exhausting. I finally returned to Jiangnan and calmed down and fainted all of a sudden. It made the old man worry."

The old sorcerer looked at Li Guanyi and said nothing more, but said:

"It's a good thing for Your Majesty to recover. During this period, everyone was quite worried, but the evil spirit on the battlefield was too powerful. This was a sword and shot, which consumed a lot of energy and blood, and it was very exhausted."

Li Guanyi said, "I understand. Don't worry, sir, I will cherish my body."

The old warlock sighed, nodded, and turned around and went out.

Suddenly I felt a little helpless.

He saw too many of them. These people always said that they would pay attention to their bodies, but they would always rushed to the front, in the battlefield, fighting for many years, and how many faces would laugh and say that they would never come back next time they would never come back. Come?

These people are brave and most loyal to their promises.

But he also has the least commitment.

What can I do about it?

After Li Guan woke up, he held his body in his arms. After that, he saw many generals and friends. He had already broken through that level of pass and achieved the realm of martial arts legends. The martial arts legends are said to be an increase in power, but rather A state and control.

He was full of energy and spirit at this moment, but for some reason, he was finally exhausted.

When the generals saw that Li Guanyi was safe, they felt at ease, and they were all in great peace. Li Guanyi still asked them to bring all the information files they have now, just sitting on the windowsill, reading them one by one, At the same time, ask the generals for specific situation.

Although everyone was worried about his body, they knew that the changes in the world were reported in detail.

The balance that had been maintained for a long time, the decorative peace has ended. Even if the war ended, Qin Heying's border was still tense. The border troops were always ready for war. The commerce of both sides stagnated and turned into internal circulation. structure.

The land bordering both sides is the city that Zhenbeicheng and the previous attacks by Yuwen Lie and others. There are many mountains and steep in the middle, so it is not so easy to cross the past. After this battle, both Zhenbeicheng and Yu'ancheng need to further strengthen the city defense.

This requires a lot of gold, silver and manpower.

At the same time, the casualties in this battle were not low, and they needed pensions and maintenance.

Moreover, the territory of Chen State that has just been taken down and all forces on the Turkic grassland must also carry out further control...

A war represents the accumulation of contradictions to a limit, and then it erupts in the most violent and direct way. However, the victory or defeat after the war is not the end, and there are many things that need to be dealt with immediately afterwards and need to be exhausted to do it.

Li Guanyi pulled Yan Daiqing, Mr. Po Jun and others to talk about several days, arranged all the matters of the Tiance Mansion after the war, and determined the general direction and framework, so he could breathe a sigh of relief.

Everyone looked at each other, then got up and left. Li Guanyi accompanied his aunt for a walk. When he went out, he saw that the entire Jiangnan prefecture city was still so prosperous. He had been in Jiangnan for seven or eight years, this one The city is the place they ideally cover in the first place.

It is the place where the flames first burn, so the changes here are particularly huge. Li Guanyi walked through the world of this crowd of people and felt a trance and speechless. He was obviously a great victory, and he clearly saw such a prosperous world, but he was lost. .

Murong Qiushui wanted to make him happier, so she smiled and pointed to the distance, saying, "Linnuer, look..."

She turned around and was stunned. The world of Jiangnan is prosperous and the world is lively. The young man is wearing a blue dark pattern burqa, with his sleeves rolled up. He stands there, his temples are white hair falling down, but his whole body has a huge feeling of alienation and loneliness.

"Auntie."

Li Guanyi held Murong Qiushui's arm. He looked at Murong Qiushui, and in the end he did not say that his great-grandfather left or anything else. He just whispered:

"You don't want to leave..."

Murong Qiushui nodded.

Li Guanyi felt that he was despicable.

He was using his aunt's sorrow to tie his aunt up with his feelings, and then in this "despicable" way, he could get out of his sadness, but he still did this, gentle and despicable.

The world is vast, and only his relatives are left with his aunt.

Officials of the Tiance Palace handled the busy affairs during this period, and also recorded the history of officials, and recorded all these things. Saatanti, as one of them, helped the elders collect information and record these things.

Whether it is the fall of Emperor Chi or the fall of Jiang Wanxiang.

It was Ji Yanzhong who took Princess Changle to jump off the cliff, fighting in two directions.

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

These are the most turbulent things in this era, and they are all things that can leave a rich and colorful mark in history. Among these things, there are collections of selected works of folk affairs, which record the death of the sword man Murong Longtu.

This is not to give his preferences to the emperor, nor to include the emperor's relatives in the bibliography to please the emperor's joy. It's just that the swordsman is really an innate person. To a certain extent, he uses his own sword as a sword. , changed the times.

If it weren't for the sword maniac Murong Longtu's sword, Jiang Wanxiang's luck would collapse.

In the south of the Yangtze River, even if Yue Pengwu returns, it will be a death battle.

With one sword, you will kill the luck and defeat the emperor. The world's romantic life is at this point.

He would not see the history of the King of Qin, but other parts would be presented. However, there was no shortage of praise in such words, but the King of Qin suddenly became furious. This was the only time Saatanti saw him, and Tiangele was like this. The appearance was also the only time that the King of Qin lost his composure on the bluestone.

Even when facing the desperate situation, King Qin was still smiling, Tiange, whose reputation spread all over the world, pointed to the historical records and said:

"What does Murong Longtu die mean?!"

The historian was puzzled and just replied: "The sword maniac Murong Long cut off his luck and never saw his trace again. His aura had dissipated. He died in the world after all. With a swordsman, he could die in the world. Isn't that great? ”

This is the tone of a very standard student scholar.

Hurry up!

The King of Qin held the book and threw it, horrified the historian and his face turned pale, but even at this time, the book did not throw its forehead or other places, but just hit him. Quiet suddenly shouted:

"He is not dead!"

"No!"

"You have never seen his body, nor have you seen his last sword. How can you say he is dead?"

"How might it be? What's it?!"

The civil servants looked pale, and I don't know why the King of Qin was so angry. They were trembling slightly because of this surprise and fear. Saatanti raised his head, and the girl's eyes looked quietly at the King of Qin who was in anger, confused but silent. .

Why is this hero in the world so sad and so sad when he is angry?

The King of Qin was angry and made all the officials and scholars retreat. He was a little scared. He was already the overlord who opened up the world and occupied half of the world, galloping in history and legends like a dragon in troubled times.

In fact, even if it is so big, no one has the courage to face the anger of the King of Qin. There are not many people who can really stand beside him and tell him the truth.

The King of Qin drove everyone away.

He whispered alone and cursed: "Histors and scholars do not know the military and horses, they do not know the world!"

Until the end, a palm was pressed on the young king's shoulder.

Li Guanyi's voice stopped.

Lao Siming looked at him, his voice gentle and quiet:

"Murong Longtu is dead."

"Little guy..."

Li Guan retorted suddenly: "No..."

Lao Siming's voice increased, as if he wanted to break something:

"He's dead!"

The angry King Qin, the Qilin with its claws, paused, and then seemed to lose its strength and became depressed. He staggered back, sat in the seat, looked at the first draft of history, lowered his head, and stopped talking.

Lao Siming had sadness in his eyes.

The unicorn in troubled times is still as free as an abandoned cat at this moment.

The King of Qin lowered his head and still whispered: "Great-grandfather's swordsmanship is wise and he took the life-renewing Gu. His martial arts are extraordinary. He will not die. He just left..."

"Besides, there is also the Red Dragon. Didn't Zhang Ziyong's martial arts start from the ancient Red Dragon? So, Grandpa..."

This is to Lao Siming, or to himself.

Lao Siming said, "Even the sun will set."

The King of Qin sat there alone.

The hero who conquered the world is now like a child.

Lao Siming sighed. Even though he was used to these things, he was still a little sad when he saw this situation. He left alone, closed the door, and let the King of Qin face all this alone.

The Qin King sat wither all night, and when the moonlight shone down, memories would be vivid.

These civil servants and historians went to see the gentlemen who could persuade the King of Qin at this time. After pondering, Wen Qingyu chose to take a step back. However, Yan Daiqing was surprised, but said that the King of Qin was not right to others, and he would not vent his anger on you.

He comforted everyone very much and promised to bring them again the next day.

But on the second day, when the historian came to pay homage to the King of Qin again under the leadership of Pojun and Yan Daiqing, he saw the King of Qin holding the sword alone, quietly closing his eyes and falling asleep. On the table, history was like a knife, and the original record was wiped. Go.

It just left a new ending, the record of [Sword Mad Murong Long Picture, a sword breaks the energy for eight hundred years, forgets the sword and enters the Tao, rides the dragon and ascends to the sky, and no trace of it in the world], Yan Daiqing looks at this volume of the king's insistence Records to be changed.

Watching him sleep with his sword in his arms, his eyes closed, his temples drooped, and his eyebrows seemed to be frowning.

Perhaps, when the hero who lifted the sword and shattered the world, to open up the king who was the era and the peaceful future, the back that everyone longed to follow was still the child of the past.

He just tried his best to catch something.

He and his aunt fled in the world and finally rushed out. Faced with the dangers of the world, he habitually held the sword and the halberd. An old man came to him with a sword and said that I was there in everything, and then stood there In front of him, blocked the storm ahead.

He refused to accept his great-grandfather's departure, and would rather stubbornly and ridiculously, with the king's dignity, the overlord's royal power, pride and supremacy, leave such a childish mark in the world and history.

Such a king's failure to behave in the end was the same as the sword madman, who entered the Tao with swords, and finally became a dragon to ascend to history.

………

When Yingguo's army retreated, Yuwen Lie and He Ruo captured the tiger, Qin Yulong and the other two led the army. Their hearts were still firm, but the entire army was trapped in the two complex emotions of the king's death and the defeat of the great war. , extremely sluggish.

Among them, He Ruo captured the tiger, Qin Yulong and others tried hard to boost morale.

However, the impact of such a huge impact on morale is no longer simply to inspire. Just when the morale is already so sluggish that it is almost like the sky clouds fall, the vanguard suddenly stopped.

It is gradually becoming autumn, and the world is vast and vast.

A dragon horse, an old man, with a big ink cloak hanging down, as solemn as a towering mountain, holding the magic gun that pierced the unicorn in troubled times, was majestic, cold, hard, but extremely credible and extremely powerful.

The sluggish morale was broken, the sadness that enveloped the entire army was torn apart again, Jiang Su galloped over, he ignored Yuwen Lie, He Ruo captured the tiger, Qin Yulong, just dismounted, and carried it. The magic gun was extinguished, and he walked through the hosts step by step.

He walked to the king's coffin.

The magic spear of Nirvana was inserted into the ground, and the military **** Jiang Su half-kneeled on the ground, raised his broad palm and pressed it on the coffin, his voice was low:

"Your Majesty...I'm here."

The three armies were heartbroken.

The world is vast. When Emperor Ying returned, Yingguo was covered with mourning, Jiang Gao and Jiang Yuan wore mourning. On the road to the capital of Yingguo, the position leading to the palace was full of people who were spontaneously dressed in mourning. Paper money in the air danced, as vast as The snow covers the earth.

The war **** Jiang Su, carrying the coffin to support the spirit.

In a trance, it was like the heavy snow that year, Jiang Wanxiang was aging. He walked in the palace with Jiang Wanxiang on his back. Jiang Wanxiang said that he would leave it to you in the future, and I am still going to die...

The war **** Jiang Su was silent, as if he was still carrying Jiang Wanxiang and carrying this great country forward step by step. Just like the young man Jiang Wanxiang was exhausted from practicing skills, he walked through the fireworks world with the young man who had been sleeping with his exhausted strength.

"Anyway, we will defeat the Qilin."

In the wind in the south of the Yangtze River, the King of Qin brushed the wooden sword, and his heart was still determined.

"We have walked thousands of miles of world, we must win."

Paper money is like white snow, and the God of War is still stubbornly supporting this great world; the long wind in the south of the Yangtze River is as old as before, and the King of Qin is still as in his youth.

In this south and north, at both ends of the world.

In history, many military gods and Qin kings who had lost this year were lost, but they just whispered:

“It will definitely…”

"The world is peaceful."

Regarding the heroes in the world, this heart is just like iron.

Refusing to look back.

(End of this chapter)