Mysterious world, I can change my destiny

Chapter 223 The knife must be hidden in its sheath, the spear must be sharpened, once entered the palace to teach the law

Above the official road, there is a simple tea house.

Not far away, a white-haired old man in brocade clothes came striding forward.

The night is vast, but the person is like half a round of blood-colored setting sun, with a crimson glow all over his body.

As soon as he approached, the domineering momentum was like a stream of flames, and suddenly scattered the passing merchants who were resting and chatting.

Crash!crackle!
A dozen or so figures sitting in a group fell to the ground with tables and chairs, and scattered like birds and beasts in an instant.

The majesty of the master is like a beast in the mountains or a dragon in the lake and sea.

How can ordinary people resist it!

Furthermore, Yang Hong had no intention of restraining himself.

Between the eyes, it seems like lightning rolling.

Everyone was so startled that their legs went weak and they ran away in a hurry.

After a while, only the boss who boiled water was left in this teahouse.

He was holding the tin pot in his hand, his body was shaking like chaff, and he almost passed out.

"Have some tea."

Yang Hong sat down with a golden knife, his voice was as dull as thunder.

"Okay, okay! My husband, please wait a moment!"

The rather old boss, holding a hot kettle, trembled unceasingly as if his hands and feet were wobbling.

After a long time, I just poured a large bowl of strong tea mixed with a few ounces of tea leaves and served it.

"This is crude tea...the taste is bitter, but it can quench your thirst...old man, take it slowly!"

Yang Hongduan sat still, seemingly in a daze.

old man?

His eyes narrowed.

Looking at the bowl of slightly cloudy tea with floating foam.

The white hair is like frost and snow, and the wrinkles are like hills and valleys.

A lamp is like a bean, reflecting the face in it.

Even though the spirit is hale and hearty, the momentum is high.

The body is like jade, extremely delicate, locking the blood.

But the years are never forgiving, eighty years of wind and frost.

On this body, there are deep marks like ax chiseling.

"In a blink of an eye, decades have passed."

Yang Hong's eyes were in a daze, and he coughed twice.

It seemed to affect the internal injuries of the lungs and internal organs, and the face kept beating.

Unknowingly, he has grown up like this?

You can't see the majesty and prestige of wearing armor and galloping on the battlefield in the past at all!
Now no longer lead troops, no longer fight.

When he uttered bold words back then, a real man should draw his sword and stand up. Is it possible that the high-spirited young man who has made great achievements is about to die of old age on the couch?
tread!tread!tread!
While Yang Hong was thinking, the official road was dusty, and the angry horse was like a dragon.

A black knight in armor came galloping, setting off billows of smoke and dust.

Followed by fifty followers, each with a long breath.

Carrying a long knife and wearing strong clothes, they are both the two realms of Tongmai that tear tigers and leopards apart.

The muscles are full and strong, and the speed can keep up with the violent horses that travel thousands of miles a day.

"The child sees the adoptive father!"

The leader got off his horse, took off his phoenix-winged helmet, and knelt down on one knee.

"You're the only one here?"

Yang Hong took a sip of the bitter tea lightly, and the strong astringent taste made him frown.

Before joining the army, he liked to drink strong alcohol, but after joining the army, he began to drink strong tea.

But like this kind of extremely poor bitter tea, I only tasted it when I was fighting in the vast sea.

Since I invited you to go to the imperial court, after retiring and returning home, there are all top-quality goods such as Longjing, Butong, and Bergamot.

"Reporting to foster father! Second brother Jing Siren is in Juelong Ridge, and he won't be able to come back for a while!
The third younger brother, Li Xiao, heard that his adoptive father had left the mountain, galloped through the starry night, and had just entered the territory of Daming Mansion!

The fourth brother and the fifth brother competed for the position of the commander of the guard army, but they couldn't get their birth, so let me make an apology on my behalf!

Sixth brother Daoyuan learned that your birthday is approaching, so he went to Yunmeng Lake alone, and wanted to kill a big Jiao for you and take the inner alchemy as a birthday gift..."

The man's voice was quick, and the words were clear, as if a metal stone was hitting each other, giving people a powerful feeling.

"Good children are all good children. Daoyuan has a heart of filial piety, Jingsi has a heart of publicity, and Li Xiao has a heart of kindness... Although the fourth and fifth children are somewhat selfish, they are also sensible."

Yang Hong's voice was flat, and he put down the teacup.

"As for you, Huang Xu'er, I have only been out of Jingzhou for a day, and you are far away in Xingyang Mansion, but you are the first to come to see me. You have worked hard."

The man bowed his head and said seriously:

"The kindness my foster father has treated me is as heavy as a mountain, as if I were recreated.

Wu Lie was so grateful in his heart that he dared not forget! "

As we all know, Liang Guogong received a total of thirteen sons.

Because of their young and promising, martial arts and great reputation, they are also called the Thirteen Taibao.

The leader is Zhao Wulie, the commander of the Yingyang Guards, a master of the four realms, and a well-known military strategist on the Qin Tianjian list.

Yang Hong didn't care at all, raised his hand and said:
"Get up, you are now the commander of Yingyangwei, the official position of the third rank, and you will lose face if you kneel down as a duke who has gone to the wild."

Zhao Wulie lowered his head even lower, he was wearing a brocade robe with large sleeves and a full body armor.

Bending down and bowing hard, the armor almost crackled, as if it was about to burst.

"The prestige of the foster father, the three armies of Yingyang, Weiwu, and Baotao, who will not accept it!
Don't say that Wulie has become a third-rank official, I kneel to you!

Even if he rewards the prince, he should lead the horse and kick the horse for his adoptive father, before the saddle and behind the horse!
This is only right and proper! "

Yang Hong's face moved slightly, the blue and black evil spirit between his eyebrows dissipated a little, and he said lightly:
"In that case, my father told you to get up, why didn't you obey?"

Zhao Wulie's tense face suddenly loosened, standing straight like a spring.

He looks a little strange, born with a pair of blue eyes, yellow eyebrows and beard.

Coupled with his tall stature and wasp waist and ape arms, he looks majestic and imposing.

Therefore, he got a nickname called "Huang Xu'er".

It's just that in the whole world, except for Liang Guogong, few people dare to call him face to face.

"It's a pity that your trip was in vain, my lord was going to Beijing.

One is to kill that Liaodong mud leg, avenge Yang Xiu, and let him rest in peace under the nine springs,

The second is to seek the merits of a general for you.

Before asking for retirement, I entrusted Yingyangwei to you, Weiwuwei to Jingsi, and Baotaowei to be in charge of the fourth and fifth children.

You opened up the sea of ​​​​qi early and trained my six suns to the eighth level, and you are not far from the master.

In addition, guarding the Difei Mountain in Xingyang Mansion these years has not only contributed but also worked hard, and deserves the reward of being a general. "

Zhao Wulie's breath was rough, his mood couldn't help stirring, and he asked in a deep voice:

"The foster father was assassinated on the way? When I came, I saw flesh and blood, broken limbs, armor and standard, they were the private soldiers of the foster father's house!"

For military strategists and martial artists, the dream of life is to become a marquis and a general.

This can not only honor the lintel, but also help to break through the realm.

3000 years ago, a hundred schools of thought respected martial arts.

Jiang Wang, who is known as the patriarch of the military strategist, has appointed the appearance of the nine-rank location scene.

The upper three ways, the military master, the military god, and the human slaughterer.

Zhong San Dao, tiger general, heroic talent, and war commander.

Go down the three roads, carry the banner, ride first, and climb first.

Now that the Central Plains stand on top of each other, the four sides surrender, and the war is limited to the nine sides.

Without the battle of massacring cities and destroying countries, the upper three ways would not be possible.

Therefore, Zhao Wulie tried his best to pursue the middle three ways.

I hope to win the position of "Warmaster" and use this to challenge the Grandmaster!

If he can be granted the title of Great General, and then further obtained the title of Marquis, he may not be able to compete with Zong Pingnan, Tan Wenying and the like.

"A thief in Huangjue Temple, a bald donkey, blocked the road halfway and killed my lord [-] fine riders.

This person has cultivated the body of the famous Tathagata of Duan Sanshi, and he has already cultivated the physical body and the dharma body.

Only one body should be left to become a Buddha and a patriarch. "

Yang Hong sighed lightly.

He recognized the killing monk.

Also know each other's origins.

Huangjue Temple's Six Great Dharma.

In the future, there is no living Buddha, and the great day is really like the Dharma, leaking out of the palm of God.

The six extinctions break the precept sword, do not move the Mountain King Sutra, and break the body of the Tathagata for the third time.

The last one is extremely difficult to practice.

All the eminent monks of Huangjue Temple in the past have chosen this method.

It's either going crazy, or falling into infinity, and it's hard to be a great generation.

"Break the third life... the body of the Tathagata! Cultivate the Vajra Body of the Great Arhat, and then cultivate the mind of the Bodhisattva of the Dzogchen Bodhisattva, and finally become the Dazheng Enlightenment Dharma.

When did such a character appear in Huangjue Temple! "

Zhao Wulie's eyebrows stand tall, among the six true traditions, the Buddhist sect respects Huangjue and Xuankong.

One north and one south, facing each other from a distance, is also known as the Holy Land of Zen Buddhism.

All famous masters and masters were born among them.

"This person did not leave his name on the Shanhe List, and he was expelled from the temple gate by Huangjue Temple long ago, and became a group of foot monks. It's normal if you haven't heard of it.

The bald donkey held a copper bowl, broke the precept of killing, was unencumbered, and despised the king's law.

Even if it's my father, he doesn't want to provoke him.

Have you heard of the Dangyun Mountain massacre in the past?

The 180 and six people in Wanliuzhuang were fascinated by evils from outside the territory, and the matter was reported by Heilongtai.

The cabinet originally wanted to deploy a large army to suppress it, but Wanliuzhuang is the in-law of King Ning.

If you send a letter to inform, you are afraid of delaying the opportunity, but if you raid and capture him, you are afraid of offending the feudal lord. "

Yang Hong let out a mouthful of turbid air, and the shock injuries in his viscera slowly healed.

"The cabinet was transferred to the East Palace, and the crown prince ordered it, and there was a full delay of two hours.

When Beizhen Fusi and the military department arrived, I thought the building was empty.

Unexpectedly, all the families in Hezhuang were dead, and there was only one old monk holding a bowl, sitting on a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, reciting sutras of rebirth. "

Zhao Wulie couldn't help being surprised when he heard this.

People in Buddhism not only do not refrain from killing, but also slaughtered more than 180 lives. How cruel is this?
Moreover, the people killed were all in-laws of Prince Ning, and they were considered half of the emperor's relatives. In fact, there was no imperial court!
"People are bound to be strong, since the old bald donkey wants to keep Liaodong mud legs.

This Tianjing City, I am afraid that it will be difficult for me to go further.

You have to wait for the matter of being named general. "

Yang Hong's expression was calm, and he didn't feel any embarrassment at all.

He can ignore Meng Xuanji, the Great Xiantian Grandmaster, because even if he defies the other party and doesn't give face, at best, he will be hated by Qin Tianjian, which is harmless.

But for the warning of the killing monk, 12 points must be taken seriously.

A carefree, lawless half-step genius with enough deterrent power.

Unless there is the support of the three major armies of Yingyang, Weiwu, and Baotao, and the ability to activate the military master.

Otherwise, in the grandmaster battle, before life and death, it would be difficult to determine the outcome.

"That thief monk was too deceitful, and he even hurt his adoptive father?"

Seemingly aware of Yang Hong's weakness, Zhao Wulie's eyes suddenly became sharp, and he shouted angrily:
"Is this person in Tianjing? Wait for the boy to lead him out to some Qi Ying Yang Wei, forming an army!
Then let Jingsi mobilize the mighty army, fifty thousand cavalry charge forward, not afraid that the daring thief monk will not be crushed to death! "

So what about a half-step genius?

When the army of the Jing Dynasty smashed the mountains and destroyed the temples, many great Xiantian masters died under the iron hooves!
boom!
Zhao Wulie hadn't finished speaking when he was suddenly kicked over.

The tall body shook like a mountain collapsed.

His body is bowed and bent, like a prawn.

The expressions of the fifty followers behind him changed, and they almost drew their swords to face each other.

They are all carefully selected pro-armies in the Yingyang Guard, and they can be regarded as top-notch generals.

The truth that the master humiliated his ministers to death has long been deeply rooted in his heart.

"You! Are you going to rebel? Offend a certain family's adoptive father! Write down the fifty army sticks!"

Zhao Wulie shouted angrily.

He panted heavily, and slowed down.

The fine steel armor at the waist cracked, one can imagine the strength of this kick.

"Do you know where you went wrong?"

Yang Hong asked coldly without moving.

"Children shouldn't use the guards as their own soldiers! Take personal grudges and avenge them!"

Zhao Wulie knelt down fiercely, and all the followers also bowed down.

"It's good to understand. The world belongs to saints, so the soldiers and horses in the world have only the surname Bai!
There has never been any Yang family generals, Yan Wangjun, you have to keep this in mind.

If you forget one day, no matter how beautiful you are, you will be beheaded by Caishikou. "

Yang Hong picked up the tea bowl and took a sip, then said calmly:
"As a general, you can take credit and be proud, arrogant, domineering, greedy and lustful...it doesn't matter.

As long as the sage can tolerate you, you can sit firmly in your seat and no one can move you.

But it can't touch the bottom line, the subject is the subject, and the king is the king. "

Zhao Wulie's heart is awe-inspiring, the outside world rumors that his adoptive father is domineering and never takes anyone seriously.

I'm afraid it's a blinding leaf, so I can't see clearly.

"You don't have to worry about that old bald donkey, Buddhist practice, the greater the achievement, the heavier the Dharma.

He has no taboos, kills and breaks the precepts, seemingly free and easy.

However, if one kills to create bad karma and self-destroys one’s merits, how can one not have to bear the price? "

With a low voice, Yang Hong put down the bowl of bitter tea, and the inside was dark and scarlet.

His location world was broken, and he was seriously injured under the backlash.

Not a year or a half, it is difficult to recuperate and come back.

"Father is going back to Jingzhou? My son will prepare the carriage and horses later."

Zhao Wulie lowered his head and asked.

"No, I intend to walk slowly, so that I can see Jingsi and establish filial piety.

Huang Xu'er, you collect the bones from the official road, send them back to their hometowns, and give them enough compensation. "

Yang Hong suddenly stood up, waved his hands and said:

"The crown prince intends to take us under the knife, and the decree to protect the Liaodong mud leg is just a statement.

The four lords and eight generals in Liaodong, they have fished too much in the past few years and stretched their hands too far. Sooner or later, the East Palace will come again to kill chickens and monkeys.

Simply let the prince kill people. If he kills a lot, the resentment at the border will increase. "

Zhao Wulie understood in his heart that his adoptive father wanted to watch from the sidelines.

The prince wanted to rectify the generals, but there was no one available.

Jiang Guichuan has qualifications but lacks ability.

Tan Wenying has no means and is too young.

When the grievances of all the nobles broke out and they were dissatisfied, the East Palace still had to ask Duke Liang to come out of the mountain.

"Father's advice is high, Liaodong has been in contact with caravans all year round, and the relationship is intricate.

The imperial court does not know how many people there are, and they make money from it every year.

No matter how powerful the prince's power is, the court will be turned upside down.

But... the sky is high and the emperor is far away. If he wants to clean up the four lords and eight generals, I'm afraid it's not enough time. "

Zhao Wulie was thoughtful, and several of the ministers of the dragon retired from the court.

The army is roughly divided into the Liaodong generals, the Yanwang frontier army, and the Huaixi nobles.

The crown prince doesn't move the King of Yan, nor does he move Xungui.

Obviously, in order to scare chickens and monkeys, it is not only to beat the frontier soldiers and nobles, but also to establish dignity for themselves.

"I respect saints, but I am not afraid of princes.

Those who sit in the mountains and rivers, how do they know the hardships of fighting the mountains and rivers. "

After Yang Hong folded his hands, he glanced at the shivering owner of the teahouse shivering in the corner, shook his head and said:

"When I joined the army, I followed Ping Tianwang's tent and served as a governor in charge of the army.

Going to Chuanyun City to destroy Xuantian Shenglongdao, he was almost defeated by King Xiao Ming.

With eight arrow wounds on his body, he took Jinzhou desperately!

Later, he went north to Hanhai, and Wei Guogong besieged and killed Baiman Tiefutu all the way to Yemachuan!

Discuss Baiyue, conquer Liaodong, destroy the royal family of all barbarians, and kill all those barbarians.

How many people died in my father's Liangbing?How many of those brothers who drank tea together were disarmed and returned to the fields to live a good life?

The sage sympathized with me, and never said anything more, but now the prince thinks that I am too domineering, and would rather help an outsider than save me any face. "

Zhao Wulie heard that there was resentment hidden in his adoptive father's chest, and he also thought that Donggong had done too much.

Before the sage retreated, he called the princes of various countries to discuss and meet.

At that time, the adoptive father took the initiative to hand over the military power to make way for juniors like Jiang Guichuan and Tan Wenying, which can be called the utmost benevolence.

Especially in the case of Zong Pingnan 19 years ago, what the prince did was even more chilling.

"The adoptive father took a step back, but Donggong was aggressive."

Zhao Wulie seemed to be resentful, his voice was slightly angry.

"The crown prince doesn't sympathize with me, why don't you vote for Yan..."

"King Yan is also a dragon among men, but he can't compete with the crown prince."

Yang Hong turned his head and stared, the violent aura was like thunder on the ground, shaking the official road.

With a bang, the tea house collapsed, and within a moment a big fire broke out.

"Huang Xu'er, go on your own, remember, don't make trouble with that Liaodong mud-legged person, lest you lose your life, let the honorable sons of Tianjing City go out."

Yang Hong ordered.

"My child understands that many generals are training in the Ying Yang and mighty armies. They are full of blood, and if they provoke a few words, they will be willing to be swords in their hands.

No matter whether he can win the fight or not, that mud-legged boy will make enemies with others and fall into a siege. "

Zhao Wulie's eyes lit up, feeling that his adoptive father's methods are sophisticated, killing people invisible.

"The knife needs to be sheathed, and the gun needs to be sharpened. That mud-legged man doesn't understand this truth. The more he is in the limelight, the more he will catch fire.

Even with the protection of the old bald donkey, it can't stop several catastrophes. "

Yang Hong looked up at the sky, half a full moon was hanging high, his eyes were extremely indifferent.

He walked with his hands behind his back, as if shrinking the ground into an inch, and disappeared above the official path in an instant.

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Tianjin.

The killing monk turned and entered the city.

The soldiers guarding the gate were frightened by the momentum and trembled.

His monk's robe was stained with blood, turning into a dark red color,
Holding a copper bowl in his hand, he walked at a leisurely pace.

The mighty and masculine body gradually returned to its decayed and old state.

Standing under the watchtower, Bai Hanzhang seemed to recognize the killing monk, cupped his hands and said:

"I met Master Linji. It has been 18 years since I left Huangjue Temple in my early years."

The old monk nodded slightly, facing the prince of the East Palace, who was still silent in the old well, and said lightly:
"I don't know if Master Luo is okay?"

Bai Hanzhang replied:

"My mother has been meditating in meditation all these years, and there is nothing serious about it, I just feel grateful from time to time.

Thinking that one day, the master will be invited to the palace to give a lecture. "

The killing monk shook his head, seemingly not interested.

Turning to look at Ji Yuan with a surprised face, a smile appeared on his shriveled face:

"My dear disciple, have you ever lied to me as a teacher? I've said it all. In the past, many people swept the streets and knelt down to greet them. The old monk did not preach lightly.

How could that old ghost Meng Xuanji be better than the old monk.

How is he worthy to be your master. "

　ps: The situation in the past two days has been very serious, and the fishing industry has been hindered, damn it!

　
(End of this chapter)