Aggrieved Fish Sprite

Qiu Jing said that one person is enough to clean up the bones.

Qiu Jing possesses martial arts, so it is not difficult to go back to Fengxing Pavilion, but Cheng Jingchuan does not have the ability to climb over the city wall in the middle of the night without disturbing anyone

The three returned home under the moonlight, and the tall city walls cast a heavy shadow.

Looking back, I can't see the beacon fire thousands of miles away, nor the lingering smoke in the mountains outside the city.

People live a lifetime, working hard for fame and fortune, but in the end there are very few things left behind.

Mo Li couldn't understand Qiu Si's madness at first, but now he suddenly understood.

——It is nothing more than paying too much attention to "self", thinking that oneself is higher than everything in the world, and can dominate other people's happiness, anger, life and death.

There are countless people in the world who do not hesitate to sell their conscience, sell everything and strive to climb up in order to achieve a position where their "self" is much more important than others, and their lives are much more valuable than others. It's just that they are more worldly and easy to understand, and they are also very common. Qiu Si This kind of alternative approach is very confusing, but in essence they are the same.

Mo Li pinched Meng Qi's hand, but with the cover of his robe sleeves, he couldn't see the clue.

Meng Qi raised his head and suddenly smiled.

The dragon veins will gradually die out, and there will be no change in the world, but compared with the people in the world, they will experience more things, and the hardships and sorrows they have seen are overwhelming.Even so, doesn't Longmai dislike the creatures in this world?

They are not higher than the existence of ordinary people, they are also the creatures of this world.

Mo Li thought about it, and then set his eyes on Cheng Jingchuan.

Will this person become like that in the future?For that ambition, killing wantonly...

Cheng Jingchuan turned his head involuntarily. He was extremely keen in his eyes, and he noticed that Mo Li was looking at him strangely, and immediately said: "Thank you Meng Guoshi and Doctor Mo for today's matter. I really don't know what to do."

"General Cheng is serious." Meng Qi raised his eyebrows, killing Qiu Si probably really helped Cheng Jingchuan a lot.

What a smart person Cheng Jingchuan is, yet he can't understand the implication?

He immediately smiled wryly and said: "To tell the truth, the national teacher, in fact, these days... or these years, I have been thinking about what Mr. Qiu wants. He doesn't care about fame and wealth, and he doesn't care too much about power. Cangsheng thinks that is even more of a joke, so we can only treat him as a single-minded man who wants to do something great."

After all, he couldn't just be idle at home and suddenly want to do this laborious decapitation and rebellion.

Everyone has weaknesses, and many things can be done if you grasp them. This is what Cheng Jingchuan learned from Qiu Si.

Cheng Jingchuan once thought that Qiu Si's weakness was Qiu Jing, so he was relieved. A person who has no weaknesses and wants nothing is undoubtedly terrifying.

Now Cheng Jingchuan knew that he was wrong, he had to think deeply and recall Qiu Si's words and deeds over and over again.

——"The world is not chaotic enough."

——"The three kings are in peace, and the Qi Dynasty is troubled by internal and external troubles. This deadlock will last for many years."

——"The prosperous age that the common people and scribes are looking forward to will not be seen in our lifetime, so we must grasp the territory under the jurisdiction of King Ning, and use it as a stepping stone to raise troops in the south of the Yangtze River, at least to rule the river with the Qi Dynasty."

These three sentences are what Qiu Si said the most to Cheng Jingchuan and to those who are dedicated to returning to Chu.

Cheng Jingchuan sighed: "Because when he said these words, I can feel that he is sincere. Although I don't believe it, I can't find other reasons. After all, those who make big things don't care about small things. I, Yu Heng and other attendants are all Those who have been cultivated by him, they reckon they think the same as me, those few words are also true, and the general trend of the world is indeed like this."

Meng Qi frowned, but after thinking about it, he still didn't make any sarcasm.

Cheng Jingchuan was immersed in the memory, didn't pay attention, and said to himself: "Listening to the words of the national teacher today made me suddenly enlightened, and I suddenly figured out a lot of things. Mr. Qiu...he just wants to change to a bigger one, let him It's just a stage for more fun."

A long time ago, Qiu Si suppressed herself and became a gloomy scribe in order to cover up the flaws she accidentally exposed.

Later, Qiu Si finally found an excuse and left home to travel south without hesitation, because the Qiu family was too small to perform anything.

What Qiu Si really wants to do, what can make this lunatic happy, is to constantly dig out other people's paranoia and ambitions, give these people excellent conditions, satisfy their appetites and desires, and finally let these people lose their reputations and die .

Alcohol and sex can be addictive, and lust for power can also be addictive.

The more Qiu Si played, the more he played, and Ning Tai and even Jiangnan couldn't satisfy him, but he had the ability to bear this ambition and madness, and he had the ability to play with countless people between applause.

"...He really dares to think and do, and even has gorgeous rhetoric and the idea of ​​restoring Chu to cover up his true face. Poor Yuheng and others didn't know this until their death." Cheng Jingchuan's tone was serious, but he was relieved lightly, because he He has realized that he is not an heir to Qiu Si at all, and Qiu Si does not intend to hand over everything he has worked hard for decades to anyone. The protagonist of the heroic ambition of the field.

As for whether the ending is death on the battlefield, or ambition -->>

It depends on Qiu Si's preference if he can't afford to be ill.

After all, Cheng Jingchuan is still young, but Qiu Si is not young. How can the people in the playbook live longer than the people who wrote the playbook?There will always be natural disasters and man-made disasters, and the world is unpredictable. The history is written as a storybook, and the heroes and generals are used as pawns to manipulate at will.

From the perspective of outsiders, everything seems to be the path chosen by these people, and then pushed by the general trend to fight each other.

Not to mention being in the middle of the game, even if you watch carefully, it is difficult to tell whether these things are Qiu Si's plan, because he may have just said a word, or pushed the person, and they are step by step Into a dead end.

Cheng Jingchuan was covered in cold sweat, he found that his luck was really good.

At the same time, he was slightly shaken by the matter of stabilizing the situation in Ningtai and fighting against the King of Heaven.

"You can't deal with the living Qiu Si, and you can't deal with the dead?" Meng Qi looked cold, without a hint of sarcasm in his tone, Cheng Jingchuan still felt a bit embarrassed.

"I... do my best."

Cheng Jingchuan didn't say much, this is not the time to talk about ambitions.

After the death of King Ning, the accidents that happened in just a few days were about to turn the entire Jiangnan upside down. Who can say that they have the ability to control the overall situation?

Mo carp sent people into the city.

The moonlight was desolate, and the lights that were never extinguished in the middle of the night were even more dazzling.

I don't know how many people are running around in a hurry, discussing secretly under the lamp, sober or greedily planning the future.

"The Heavenly King is about to step into Jingzhou... There are not a few days left for you and me to stay in Ningtai." Mo Li said suddenly.

Meng Qi was still immersed in the thoughts of the chaos in the south of the Yangtze River. Hearing this, he raised his head and said, "I'm afraid we won't be able to leave."

He dared not underestimate Qiu Si.

Qiu Si was tricked by the Thunderbolt Hall and died on a day that he didn't think was very good, but this doesn't mean that all of Qiu Si's previous arrangements were in vain.A lunatic who wanted to die a long time ago and had planned for it for a long time, no one knew how many he had behind him.

"This is the first day of Qiu Si's 'disappearance', and those who made trouble have not come forward." Rao Meng Qi also felt worried, and he sighed, "According to common sense, the chess pieces that Qiu Si can use are nothing more than his subordinates, There are official figures with interests involved, people from the world who are not greedy, etc., but who can really make a big move after Qiu Si's death?"

Mo Li couldn't help but think of the Tianshouwang. Although the Tianshouwang found another helper from the Thunderbolt Hall and moved eastward at a speed that was beyond Qiu Si's expectations, he is indeed a powerful force that can control the chessboard.

"...An enemy, his ally, or an ambitious person who knows how powerful Qiu Si has been dormant."

The next thing Mo Li thought of was King Wu. He and Meng Qi made a mouth shape at the same time, and the breath was about to vomit, and then the two looked at each other and smiled.

wry smile.

Meng Qi rubbed his brows and said, "You and I have guessed for a long time that King Wu still has some capable people, but they are not as good as Qiu Si. Now it seems that King Wu paid 600 taels of gold to Piaoping Pavilion to buy the head of the King of Heaven. I'm afraid there's something else hidden about it."

Yangzhou, the territory under the jurisdiction of King Wu, is separated from the territory of King Tianshou by an entire Jingzhou, and there is no border at all.

600 taels of gold is not a small amount. Although King Wu is the richest feudal lord in the world, he still has to think about throwing such a sum of money into the water.

"Qiu Si secretly colluded with King Tianshou, and the power of King Tianshou has skyrocketed. King Wu may have got the news, because he recruited many people from the Jianghu, so it is not surprising to think of using Jianghu methods." Mo Li thought for a while, and then said, "Because In the middle of this, people from Xiliang, Shengliantan, Fengxing Pavilion and other forces were involved in the competition, which made things more complicated and confusing, and made people ignore the simplest answer."

The assassination of the Heavenly Granted King was true.

Shoot people first and shoot horses, capture thieves first and capture kings first, King Wu vaguely felt that the situation in Yizhou was not right, but there was nothing he could do, anyway, buy killers if you have money.

"The people who found King Wu, let them understand that it is not the time to fight for the territory in the south of the Yangtze River. Only by defeating the King of Heaven can the chaos be initially resolved."

"But……"

The ink carp hesitated to speak, and Ningtai City was mixed with dragons and snakes. It would not be an exaggeration to say that it is a pool of muddy water. Those who can still hide at this time must have a way to conceal their identities.

Not to mention that the King of Wu still likes to recruit people from the Jianghu, how can he identify their identities and convince them?

I'm afraid Fengxing Pavilion can't do it.

But Meng Qi smiled mysteriously and waved: "It may not be difficult, just wait for the rabbit, Ah Li will come with me."

The sound of the wind whizzed past his ears, and the masters of qinggong hurried on their way, and they could travel from the north to the south of the city in a short time.

"This is the Xuncheng Yamen?"

Mo Li looked at the plaque in front of him suspiciously.

"It's true that Qiu Si's body can't be found, but his attendants are still there, and all forces can't help but come to see what happened." Meng Qi jumped up to the courtyard wall and said relaxedly, "They are looking for the body to guess Qiu Si's life and death. Guessing the identities of those nightcrawlers, the rabbits bumped into the stumps one after another, and they always waited for the one we wanted."