Great Sui Guoshi

After the general left, the atmosphere in the tent eased up a lot. Chen Jing got up and sat next to the old man, and poured him a bowl of tea.

"Master, do you think Xueshi Zhou will come with us?"

"meeting......"

The old man who put down the tea bowl dropped the bottom of the bowl to the table, his eyes narrowed, and his tone was majestic. When he came back here, he wanted to spend the rest of his life to restore his homeland, so that he could be worthy of the ancestors of the royal family in a hundred years.

Putting aside the bowl, the old man couldn't help using his fingers hard, and the pottery bowl shattered immediately with a 'crack', and the second half of the unfinished sentence just now was continued in his mouth.

"...you must do it too!"

boom--

The sky thunder finally exploded in the cloud, and the heavy rain rushed down.

The sky was covered with lead-green rain, and the city in the distance was soaked in a cloud of water vapor. The people in the street stretched their sleeves to cover their heads and ran to the eaves of the street to escape.

In a certain courtyard in the city, ancient pine sticks out of the courtyard wall, swaying slowly in the wind and rain. In the front yard, a servant carries tea through the eaves of the beaded curtain and knocks on the door of a room in front.

Soon, he entered with a wooden tray, and opposite the open door, three quaint bookshelves greeted his eyes. Books were neatly arranged. On the red sandalwood desk, there were brushes of different sizes hanging on the pen holder. One of them was missing. , is writing in the hands of an old man in blue robes, outlining two big characters of Qian Kun.

The old man with white beard and hair sat down on the big chair, picked up the newly written calligraphy, and blew on the ink on it.

The tea is steaming on the table.

4 Chapter Sixty

tick tick tock ~~~

The sound of the rain is clear, weaving bead curtains along the eaves, the wet and cold wind blows into the open window lattice, and the brush just used is resting on the edge of the inkstone, dripping ink bit by bit.

On the red sandalwood desk, the hot tea was shaken, and there was a lacquered letter next to it. The old man hung up the two big characters he had just written, stretched out his hand to take a sip of the tea.

He opened the letter, looked at the contents, folded it with a few laughs, leaned back in the chair, watched the steam of tea fluttering, the letter in his hand was a letter from home, and the eldest son Zhou Jue, who is the leader of the field, sent it to the post station of

The letter was the same as usual, most of it was concerned and greeting words, but there was another thing that made Zhou Zhen happy later on.

"The student I mentioned that day, Lu Liangsheng, I heard that there is a person with the same name and surname in Chang'an, who was appointed by His Majesty as my Great Sui Imperial Teacher..."

The old man didn't read the rest of the story, but he already guessed that the Lu Liangsheng mentioned by his son was the one he was familiar with.

"Yeah."

The old man raised his face, called the servant waiting outside the door, asked for a fire, lit the letter paper and burned it to the door of the study, looked at the intertwined rain curtain under the eaves, and bowed outward with his hands arched.

"Mr. Shuhua, you have a good student. Unlike you, he finally has a chance to show his skills."

In the past few years, the old man's beard and hair were completely white. After the last time he fell ill, his body was no longer as strong as before. With the help of his servants, he slowly stood up and looked at the burnt letter paper under his feet, which was blown away by the wind and drifted away. The rain curtain pushed the servant away with a blushing face.

"The old man can go by himself, you go and get a jug of wine."

"But master, your body..."

Seeing the old servant standing there motionless, Zhou Zhen's face was not very good-looking, he turned around and waved his hand, he simply compared a finger, and quickly stretched out another one.

"If I tell you to go, I'll go, the old man is clear on his own, just drink one...two cups!"

The servant followed the old man when he was young, and even married a servant girl who was married by his wife. He is considered to be the one who settled down in this courtyard. The servants ran over in a panic, and the two almost ran into each other.

"What are you in a hurry for?" The old servant is naturally the steward of the mansion, so the servant quickly approached and said in a low voice:

"Weird people have come to the front yard and want to see the master."

The old servant frowned, looked in the direction of the front yard, and let the servant go over to greet him first, then he turned and went back to the study, and told Zhou Zhen about it, the latter put down the teacup, frowned and coughed twice .

"Weird?"

Could it be the cultivator sent by Liang Sheng to report?

The old man was only guessing in his heart, straightened his robes, and let the old servant help him out of the study room. Amidst the sound of the rain, he walked through the long corridor and the entrance, bypassed the side eaves of the front yard, and turned to the two open halls in the front hall. When he opened the door, he saw a man wearing a bamboo hat and a coir raincoat standing in the hall, looking at a calligraphy and painting with the word 'wen' hanging behind the head.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the man turned around and reached out, and when he saw the old man entering the door, he quickly raised his hands.

"But Zhou Xueshi face to face?"

"It's the old man!"

Hearing the answer, the man with arched hands bowed to the old man who was slowly walking to the first place and sitting on the empty nanmu chair at the side of the tribute table.

"I'm a scout under General Cao's command. I'm here to deliver a letter to the bachelor."

A letter was taken out of his pocket and handed over to the old servant who came over. Zhou Zhen was a little puzzled, and instead of reaching out to take the letter in the old servant's hand, he looked at the man.

"Which General Cao?"

"General Chen Guo, Cao Shouren!" The Chen Jun scout took off the dripping hat and raised his chin.

There was a sudden bang on the rainy day outside, and a thunderbolt exploded.

Zhou Zhen closed his eyes expressionlessly, and when he heard the word "Chen Guo", he already guessed what was going on, then opened his eyes and looked at the scout, took the envelope from the old servant, and handed it back intact .

"Believe it or not, people should pretend they haven't seen it before. Why don't you go back, come and see off the guests!"

The man was holding the envelope in his hand. Seeing that the old man was about to leave, he hurriedly caught up with him two steps: "Great scholar, this used to be the country of Chen, our homeland. Now the army has set up camp outside the city. My general doesn't want to see Chen." People are killing each other, and I want the Grand Scholars to speak out to persuade the governors and generals of this city!"

Zhou Zhen who was supported by the old servant stopped, turned his face sideways, and pressed his lips tightly.

"You also know that you are from Chen, so what's the matter with Wantong County? I heard people say that the city walls are almost dyed red, why don't you kill each other, shit!"

The old man has always been self-cultivated, and now he can utter foul language, and he is also out of breath. The old servant at the side hastily stroked his chest a few times, and Zhou Zhen calmed down his tone.

"Old literati, people who are about to enter the soil, don't get involved, you can go."

He waved his hand and turned to leave. The man was also in a hurry and shouted loudly: "Zhou Zhen, you are also from Chen. Could it be that you saw the old country fall into the hands of the Sui people?!"

On the other side, Zhou Zhen raised his face, must be angry, turned around, and stared at the man's words with anger.

"If it was placed in Chen Chaogang's trap, if you say this, the old man would like to take up the sword and fight the Sui people to the death, but how many years has he ruled today? Let's just leave it here and make sarcastic remarks. The two sons of the old man have already become officials and generals in the north. , students are also showing their talents in Chang'an, how can they come to me and bury their future with my own hands!!"

The words were a little excited, and the old man was trembling.

"In addition, I will send you off again, and there is a sentence from your General Cao: 'I am a Han! Both the north and the south are Chinese!' Get out of this old man—"

Soon, the gate of the Zhou mansion was opened, the man gritted his teeth, came out with a flushed face, walked down the stone steps, saw the closed mansion gate, took a sip, put on his coir raincoat and quickly went to the street, taking advantage of the darkness of the sky After leaving the city gate, he brought the news back to the military camp stationed more than a hundred miles away.

Bah! !

The pottery bowl shattered on the ground, and the fragments wobbled and rolled to the foot of the scout at the entrance of the tent. Amidst the flickering lights, Chen Fu brushed his sleeves, clenched his teeth, and stared at the circle on the hanging map with swollen cheeks. Dale Shire'.

According to the news reported by the scouts, that Lu Liangsheng actually went to Chang'an and became the national teacher of the Sui people. !

Reading sage books in vain——

After a while, his long beard trembled slightly, and his lips squeezed out a sound.

"General Cao, prepare to attack the city!"

As for Lu Liangsheng. ． ． ． ． ．The old man made some calculations to see where you are, and I will definitely make it easier for you.

After the words fell, the big tent became quiet, leaving only the gray world outside and the sound of rain falling.

. . . . . .

The rainy night passed as time passed, and the heavy rain lasted for two consecutive days before it could barely stop. The golden morning sun broke through the clouds and shone down. It was far away from the big river in front of it. Three huge boats broke through the turbulent river and flowed down the river. Yuhang section.

The mentioned Lu Liangsheng was standing on a ship building, his robe fluttering in the wind, looking at the steamy river surface, his homeland was already in sight.

The mist became thicker.

Chapter 461 Long River Fighting Technique

In the Zijiangdu section of Shanyang, there was heavy rain for two consecutive days, and the water level soared. The reeds on the river bank turned into a swamp of water, and white mist appeared on the water surface. The rising mist.

Since the Wei and Jin Dynasties, the north and the south, the river and Huaihe water transport have been carried out frequently, and the river is still not spacious, especially after the heavy rain, the river is rushing and the water is full of mist.

The waves beat, the hull was only a little undulating, and the soldiers from the North who were patrolling and on duty on the deck could adapt to it. Han Qinhu was too old, took off his armor and only wore a single shirt, and stood barefoot on the side of the boat to follow. The slightly undulating hull balances and prepares for the battle going south across the river.

"The old man remembers when he followed Yue Guogong to destroy Nanchen, hahaha... Shi Qiansui almost fell into the river due to seasickness. If I hadn't helped him, he would have been fed bastard."

Lu Liangsheng stood on the fence of the boat building on the second floor, and didn't feel the slight sway of the boat under his feet. In the voice of the old man, he looked sideways at the fog that was gradually rising from the river.

He replied casually: "So, the general is the Shangzhu Kingdom, but he is not." Turning around and walking to the other side, the old man laughed, leaning on the fence, and replied: "This time he fought the Turks in the north." , it can be regarded as a great achievement, and Shangzhu Kingdom may also have a share."

Seeing that there was no response from the national teacher, Han Qinhu let go of the fence and turned back. The national teacher on the second floor of the boat building had already walked to the other side. Lu Liangsheng frowned slightly, staring at the water vapor on the river, showing a trace of doubt.

'The fog seems to be... getting bigger? '

"National teacher? Is there something wrong in the water?"

Han Qinhu was fighting all over, and he could tell if anything was wrong. He grabbed a spear from the soldier on duty nearby, walked over, stood on one side, leaned out his upper body and looked into the water. The long oars, that is, the waves are pushed away by the hull, and nothing can be seen.

In the front section of the giant boat, on the deck, eight people from Lu Pan lined up in a row. They were sitting on small stools. Most of them were hunters and farmers in the mountains. Got seasick.

"Lu Xi, how are you doing? Can you hold on?"

"Me? I'm fine, uh...uh!"

"Don't spit, shame!"

"Old Pan, you said it lightly, the eight of us have never been on this boat, and it's not bad to get here... Hey, Lu Xi, where did you vomit?"

Among the eight people, Lu Xi smacked his lips, turned his head, saw the seven people looking over, and opened his mouth in a daze.

"Spit up? No, I swallowed it as soon as it reached my mouth, so it's not considered vomiting."

The old donkey on the crawling side also turned his head, blinked his eyes, and looked at them. Not understanding what was wrong, he opened a long kiss, showing his big white teeth, his son neighed twice, and spat in disdain.

At this time, the old donkey suddenly looked at the side of the boat, his long ears shook, and there was no sound of waves in the water, and he went upstream.

Under the white mist, the long dorsal fin parted from the water surface, and a long shadow was snaking around the side of the ship. The soldier standing there sensed the movement and pointed down to shout. Cover your mouth, pull away.

"Don't call, it's a flood dragon brought by the national teacher."

The next moment, outside the ship, the sound of the water broke through, and the waves rose and splashed onto the deck. In the sight of all the soldiers on the deck, they saw a thick scale standing up straight amidst countless splashes of water. In the mist, he was facing the national teacher on the boat tower.

Fish and blood rushed to his face, and Han Qinhu was also startled by the huge shadow suddenly rising from the ship's side. Leaning on his spear, he yelled "Wow!" and stepped back a few steps.

"National...National teacher..."

Lu Liangsheng turned his face sideways, gave him a 'shh', and then leaned towards the fence, almost a few feet away from the dragon outside the boat.

"But there are monsters at work?"

"No, even if there are a few little water monsters, they will be eaten."

The old Jiao's voice was intelligible to Lu Liangsheng's ears, but to others, it was a hoarse moan, and goose bumps all over his body.

Over there, Lu Liangsheng nodded, handed him over to send him away, and sank back into the water.

'As long as there are no monsters making waves and hindering the fleet, it is fine. Since it is the fog formed after the heavy rain, it should be blown away together. '

The palm of his hand stretched out a few fingers, and his lips moved rapidly. In the words that others couldn't understand clearly, Lu Liangsheng raised his arm and brushed away the wide sleeve of fire pattern.

"The wind is coming!"

When Fayin fell, Han Qinhu tilted his head and looked around with his spear in his arms, and was about to say: "There is no wind..." The banners standing on the four corners of the ship building suddenly moved, bringing out a rattling sound. It blew up.

Suddenly there was a whistling wind in the middle of the river, and the soldiers standing on the deck closed their eyes and turned their bodies sideways to cover themselves from the sudden strong wind.

woohoo-

In the wind, the white mist surged crazily, dissipated along the direction of the wind, or flew towards the river banks on both sides, revealing the turbulent waterway in front of the giant boat.

"It's gone!"

"The mist dispersed, the national teacher is mighty!"

The wind stopped for a while, a soldier lowered his arms, raised his head, saw the mist around him recede, and shouted excitedly. Along the way, they only heard that the national teacher had the immortal way, but he was young after all, which made many people feel uneasy. Have doubts.

Now, finally saw it.

........

In the south of the Yuhang section of the waterway, which is more than a thousand miles away, there is still a drizzle of rain falling from the sky.

Chen Fu watched as the troops marched out of the village, walked slowly to a nearby hill, and jumped onto the top rock. The wind mixed with rain, and the soap-colored Taoist robe made a sound, and there was a yin and yang pattern printed on the back of his stroking. There is faint light flowing.

"Ding Mo Na Yi Chou, Hai Niu knows Jia Xu......"

Facing the mountain wind, the gray beard trembled slightly in the wind, the old man closed his eyes, muttered something, and quickly calculated the position of someone with his right finger.