Peach and plum spring breeze and a glass of wine

The candle flame danced.

Yang Zaixian, the chieftain of Guizhou, was lying on the bed with his arms around a beautiful girl who was sleeping soundly. He turned around hazily, closed his eyes and muttered: "Here, bring me some tea!"

"General Yang is so excited..."

Suddenly, a moderate laughter sounded in the room.

Hearing this laughter, Yang Zaixian was stunned for several breaths with slow thinking, and then he suddenly got up and subconsciously reached out to grab the sword on the bedside, but he reached out and grabbed nothing.

His expression changed drastically, he grabbed the brocade quilt and held it in front of him, opened his arms to protect the two beauties behind him, and shouted in shock and anger: "Come here, come here!"

Along with the shouts, there were several sounds of heavy objects falling to the ground from outside the house, and several tall figures in fancy clothes opened the door and rushed in with swords and swords.

"Keng..."

The sound of Qingyue's long sword being unsheathed was heard, and a sharp sword flew towards the door like lightning, and was inserted into the bluestone floor as easily as chopsticks piercing tofu. The blade of the sword trembled to stop a group of well-dressed warriors.

A group of well-dressed warriors looked at each other in horror, and saw a powerful figure wearing night clothes and an iron half-mask on his face, sitting on a square table in the center of the house, pouring a pot of wine. Drink by yourself.

Experts can tell when someone makes a move, and the man in black's move is extremely impressive. None of the many well-dressed warriors present have the confidence to catch his move.

The man in black was drinking alone and said quietly without looking back: "Don't be nervous. I came to have a chat with your general. I don't want to kill anyone."

Yang Zaixian glanced at the saber still swinging on the floor with a livid face, then at the man in black wearing a golden sword in front of the square table, and asked in a deep voice with a strong southwest accent: "Who do you honor?"

"Easy to say."

The man in black chuckled and said: "The building outside the building, the golden envoy."

Outside the building?

Yang Zaixian looked at the door with confusion at the personal guards who he had spent great efforts to recruit from various sects in the southwest, and he keenly noticed traces of fear on their faces.

His heart sank slightly, but he still showed the aura of a hero. He put down the brocade quilt to cover up his shame, cupped his fists and said: "It turns out that it is the Jin envoy in front of you. I have admired your name for a long time. I am very happy to see you today... Dare I ask Jin?" I came to look for Mr. Yang late at night, but what do I need from Mr. Yang? "

He also realized that if someone was here to take his life, he would have already passed away in his sleep, so how could he wait until now?

The man in black raised his head and looked at him with strange eyes: "General Yang, why don't you put on your clothes and let's talk in detail?"

"Hahaha……"

Yang Zaixian laughed boldly, pulled the brocade quilt to cover the two beauties behind him, and walked up to his feet openly: "Then forgive Yang for being rude!"

The man in black glanced at the two beauties on the bed who had been protected by Yang Zaixian all the time. He turned his head and looked at the group of well-dressed warriors at the door with a smile: "Who is Deng Wuxie, the master of the Bashan sword field?" ? Come and talk!”

When a group of well-dressed warriors at the door heard this, they subconsciously turned to look at the extraordinary young swordsman in the front who was wearing a blue gown.

Yang Zaixian paused in putting on his clothes, and then continued to put on his clothes as if nothing had happened... This Deng Wuxie was his number one master!

The young swordsman's eyes flickered for a moment, then he sheathed the long sword in his hand, stepped forward and held the sword in his hand: "Deng Wuxie is rude!"

The man in black stretched out his hand towards the seat opposite and made a "please" gesture.

Deng Wuxie slowly sat down with his body stiff.

Yang Zaixian, who had already casually put on his inner clothes, turned around at the right time and waved to the group of well-dressed warriors standing at the door: "Brothers, go and do your own work. Instruct the kitchen to bring up several tables of hard food, and you can also have a drink." To get rid of the cold, don’t be greedy for drinks..."

A group of well-dressed warriors clasped their fists and handed over their hands in shame, and walked backwards out of the room. They still held their swords tightly with one hand and stared at the man in black.

When the man in black saw this, he secretly thought: ‘What a trick! ’

Yang Zaixian tied up his clothes and sat down at the square table in the spacious aisle. He picked up the wine bottle on the table with one hand and turned over the tea bowl on the table with the other hand to pour the wine: "Come, come, come. It is often said in dramas that 'it is better to meet by chance than an invitation.' It’s a great honor for Mr. Yang to meet the envoy tonight... Mr. Yang offers a bowl to the envoy!”

He picked up the wine bowl with both hands and was about to drink it all in one gulp.

"slow."

The man in black held down his wine bowl with one hand and said with a smile: "I am not related to General Yang, so I won't drink anymore. I only have a few words to say, and I will leave after that!"

Yang Zaixian smiled and turned around to pull the wine bowl back: "We were not friends before, just finish this bowl of wine... Yang does it, the gold envoy does whatever he wants!"

He raised his head again and drank it all in one gulp.

The man in black looked at him indifferently, with no intention of touching the wine bowl in front of him.

Yang Zaixian didn't feel embarrassed when he saw this. He put down the wine bowl and picked up the wine pot again.

The man in black said at the right time: "So that General Yang will know that I am here to bring a message to General Yang on behalf of the second master."

Yang Zaixian held down the wine pot for a moment, and was wondering who the "Second Master" was. Deng Wuxie, who was sitting next to him, suddenly lost his voice and said, "'Zhongshenjun' Yang Erlang?"

The man in black and Yang Zaixian glanced at Deng Wuxie at the same time.

Deng Wuxie was frightened, and unconsciously let go of the sword in his hand, lowered his eyelids, put his hands on the table, and sat upright.

Yang Zaixian saw his reaction in his eyes, withdrew his eyes and cupped his hands with a smile on his face: "Please give me some advice from the Golden Envoy!"

The man in black withdrew his gaze and said slowly, sentence by sentence: "Second Master ordered us to tell General Yang: Remember why you are rebelling. If you want to rebel, rebel with the momentum of rebelling against the king. Don't be like a Unfashionable bandits are causing chaos everywhere..."

He doesn't talk much and is easy to understand.

But Yang Zaixian was still unsure and said, "Mr. Yang is a rough man and has only attended school for a few days. Please ask the envoy Jin to give me some advice... What do you mean by the second master's words?"

The man in black suddenly smiled: "Didn't General Yang raise an army to fight against Wei in the name of being 'unable to be oppressed and humiliated by the government'? The second master's intention is to let General Yang seek revenge and complain, and find and kill those who deserve to be found." People, don’t point your troops at the common people!”

"this……"

Yang Zaixian subconsciously glanced at Deng Wuxie beside him, but still only saw a hint of panic on his face. He didn't know how to answer for a while. He racked his brains and thought for a long time before he handed over his hands with an embarrassed look on his face and said: "So that the Jin Envoy will know that although the heads of the various clans in this uprising elected Mr. Yang as their leader and ostensibly obeyed Mr. Yang's orders, in fact, they are independent in their own affairs and support their own troops. I am afraid that Mr. Yang will not be able to restrain them..."

"General Yang, there is no need to be embarrassed."

The man in black smiled lightly and said: "General, just tell the chieftains everywhere what you said. Anyone who doesn't obey the rules will die. Dozens of them will die, and the rest will always know what they can and cannot do."

Without waiting for Yang Zaixian to speak again, he continued: "What kind of business is the building outside my building doing? General Yang might as well ask Deng Shaoxia later, and I might as well tell the general that a large number of capable people in my building outside the building have entered the southwest and are keeping an eye on them day and night. Following your every move..."

"That's all I have to say, I hope General Yang will take care of himself!"

After saying that, he stood up and left. After a few steps, he jumped out of the door and disappeared into the boundless night.

As he left, Yang Zaixian's expression gradually became cloudy and uncertain, and there was a violent look in his eyes from time to time.

He was not stupid, of course he could see the threat in this man's words... In order to convey a word, they could touch the side of his bed in the middle of the night. If they wanted to take his head in the future, wouldn't Yang Zaixian have to do it? A fool?

"grown ups."

Deng Wuxie stood up with his sword in hand, cupped his hands and said, "We are not good at guarding, please punish me!"

"Hey, Brother Deng, where are you talking from?"

Yang Zaixian suppressed the anger in his heart, forced a smile and stretched out his hand to help him up: "Then the old saying says that you can only be a thief for a thousand days, but how can you guard against a thief for a thousand days? If you really want to talk about it, it is our journey that has been smooth and smooth, and we have never been guarded against it. It's so careless to use such low-level tactics... A certain family believes that after this incident, the brothers will definitely be more careful and will never make such mistakes again. "

Deng Wuxie smiled bitterly... Could he tell Yang Zaixian that even if they tried their best to set up defenses, they might not be able to guard against this man?

The Five Elements Practitioners in Louwailou are the leaders of high-profile sects such as Mingming Sect and White Lotus Sect!

With just the few pieces of material they have, are they worthy enough to compete with Lou Wai Lou?

Yang Zaixian couldn't hear what he was saying, and when he saw him smiling bitterly and saying nothing, he just thought he was guilty and realized his mistake. He patted Deng Wuxie on the shoulder with satisfaction and asked: "This person has such a loud tone, what is he doing in the building outside the building?" Trading?"

Guizhou is located in a corner. Although Yang Zaixian could be regarded as a local emperor and had some knowledge, he was obviously not knowledgeable enough.

Deng Wuxie replied: "Sir, Louwailou is the largest news dealer and killer dealer in the world. Their spies are all over the thirteen provinces of the Wei Dynasty and are pervasive. Their killers are as numerous as the crucian carp crossing the river. They have been there several times. He has rarely failed to assassinate high-ranking officials in the imperial court and leaders of the Jianghu sect... With Louwailou's ability, they are definitely not lying when they say they will keep an eye on every move of the Lord! "

The implication is: People are not just loud-mouthed, they are really powerful. You'd better listen to the advice and stop acting recklessly, otherwise we won't be able to protect you!

"Spy, killer?"

Yang Zaixian smoothed his hair on his forehead and said suddenly: "No wonder he came and went without a trace... The 'Second Master' you just mentioned was the one who killed corrupt officials and Prince Ning in Jiangsu and Zhejiang in the past. That Yang Erlang?”

Deng Wuxie glanced at him and reminded him carefully: "There is only one second master in the world, and that is the 'Zhongshenjun' Yang Erlang. Everyone in the world calls him the 'second master'. Although you are not a man in the world, you can treat the second master." It's best for me to maintain some respect. I have close friends all over the world. If I fall into their ears... I might be in serious trouble!"

"Is he very good at martial arts?"

Yang Zai furrowed his brows and asked in confusion: "How about being better than Brother Deng? How about being better than me, a handsome man from Southwest China?"

He asked sincerely.

However, Deng Wuxie almost lost control of her expression. She held the sword in her hand with twitching eyes and said, "I would like to thank you for thinking highly of me, but comparing me to the second master... you really think highly of me!"

Yang Zaixian was shocked: "Is there such a big gap? What if we add brothers Liu and Zhang? Maybe they are as good as Yang Erlang?"

His shock was definitely not fake. He knew very well how high Deng Wuxie's martial arts were. The previous time he led his troops to fight with the imperial soldiers and horses, Deng Wuxie escorted him to defeat the enemy army, and the thousands of troops were walking on the ground, with a three-foot green front. There is no enemy under him, and he is already astonished to the heavens!

With his poor imagination, it was really hard for him to imagine how someone who was several times better than Deng Wuxie in martial arts would be earth-shattering when he started doing it.

Deng Wuxie listened to his shocking words, he hesitated to speak, stopped and prophesied, and it took him a while to think of a metaphor: "I am not a man of the world, so I don't know that the weight of the four words 'No. 1 in the world' is normal. Let me tell you this, the gap between you and the second master is like the gap between you and the Wei Dynasty. "

Yang Zaixian thought about it seriously and said doubtfully: "That's not too big!"

Deng Wuxie added cautiously: "What my subordinates are talking about is... the gap between you alone and the entire Wei Dynasty."

He thought that this metaphor was very appropriate. After all, according to rumors, the Wei court had nothing to do with the second master!

Yang Zaixian asked in disbelief: "Doesn't it mean that even thousands of troops and horses can't stop this Second Master Yang?"

"Can't stop it!"

Seeing that he was still unwilling to give up, Deng Wuxie simply said: "Whoever he wants to kill, no matter how big the world is, there is no place for that person to stand up. Even he doesn't need to take action personally, he only needs to say a word, Mingjiao, The White Lotus Sect, the Five Poison Sect and other high-sect sects will come to the door, unscrew the person's head, prepare it, sprinkle it with spices, put it in the best nanmu box, and send it to his old man respectfully. ...If you still have doubts, please ask the altar master of the White Lotus Sect to come and ask him for advice face to face.”

The corners of Yang Zaixian's eyes twitched and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

At this moment, his state of mind was probably... If I had known that martial arts training had such a promising future, why would I have been an official or rebel?

Rebellion cannot save Southwest!

He pondered for a long time with a complex expression, and suddenly asked cautiously: "Since the second master is so powerful, can we... hmm?"

He gave Deng Wuxie a look that could only be understood but not explained.

When Deng Wuxie saw the look in his eyes, she was speechless and wished she could pull out her sword and poke ten or eight transparent holes in his body to let him sober up: "Sir, you must not have such unreasonable thoughts. Second Master's will never happen again. How can a person be used as a sword? Since the old man brought the words to the Lord, it means that he regards the Lord as the leader of our Southwest Rebel Army. No matter who makes a mistake, the old man will definitely take the blame. Let’s blame it on my lord... How do you think you are better than Prince Ning back then?”

The implication: Even Prince Ning couldn't escape the blow to the head when he put trouble in the hands of the second master. How can you, Yang, show your ability again?

After hearing this, Yang Zaixian's expression changed with uncertainty for a long time. Finally, he suddenly slapped himself hard with his backhand. He stood up and solemnly raised his hands to Deng Wuxie and said, "A mistake in one's mind almost made a big mistake. Thank you brother Deng." Frankly speaking out and admonishing can make a certain family repent and rein in their horses..."

Deng Wuxie helped him up quickly with quick eyes and hands. He kept saying "I don't dare", but he already had no idea in his heart.

The second master intervened, and it was obvious that things were lost here!

You have to go, go quickly, you can’t follow these grass-headed kings all the way to the dark side...

Yang Zaixian didn't notice the strange look in his eyes, and was still thinking urgently about how to convey this matter to the chieftains everywhere.

"Come here, please quickly invite the heads of each family to come for a banquet..."