[Comprehensive martial arts] Mr. Psychic Medium

What can a healthy Sumeng pillow do?

When he was dying of illness, he was still able to bring Jinfeng Drizzle Tower and Liufenbantang to stand against each other, and Liufenbantang was the first to attack after his recovery.

"There are black and white in the capital, and only one voice is enough." As Su Mengzhen said so, his face was full of a kind of radiance that had never appeared before, which made him show a little Have a spirit commensurate with your age.

"To fight against the outside world... must we settle down first..." Zhong Yanqiu propped his chin and muttered lazily. As I said before, he is not a person who is good at planning, especially in the Golden Wind and Rain Tower. As a human being, he was even more lazy to think about the complicated situation and tactics. When Su Mengzhen showed a hint of cooperation, he just went along with the flow and got a supernumerary identity.

He raised his head and yawned to suppress the surging tiredness, well, tonight, ask a few ghosts to ask if there is any information that can be used, so delicious and delicious every day. I feel a little embarrassed.

Even though he single-handedly assassinated the ruler of the Kingdom of Jin and provoked civil strife, and brought back a batch of vital information, the other party was willing to let Su Meng support him for the rest of his life.

Zhong Yanqiu recuperated in Jinfengxiyu Building for more than half a month, and found out a lot of important information about Liufentang in bits and pieces. In the eyes of ghosts, Liufentang's strict defense is like a giant There are loopholes everywhere in the sieve, and even when Lei Shang and Di Feijing, the top and second in command, are discussing secrets, there are at least three ghost records squatting above their heads.

Therefore, in recent days, Lei Shan feels that what he does is not going well, no matter how much he cleans up, there will always be information leaks. It is really not a problem of lack of ability of his subordinates.

Zhong Yanqiu didn't stay in the capital for too long, and his reward has now reached a jaw-dropping figure. With his head, he can change to a small official of at least a centurion level in the Kingdom of Jin. Death, the capital city is not peaceful these days.

Zhong Yanqiu went to the south of the Yangtze River after Bai Choufei led the army north.

That's right, Bai Choufei, although his position is only a low-level grass-headed general, but carrying the imperial decree and monk Fang Baojian with a jade seal is enough for him to occupy a place in the northern border.

Zhong Yanqiu also wrote him a few letters of recommendation - he hadn't stayed in the Kingdom of Jin for the past three years, and every winter when the Kingdom of Jin called, he would secretly follow him to see if he could find anything to take advantage of. By chance, there were also a few familiar generals in northern Xinjiang by chance.

"You can't keep him." Zhong Yanqiu stood next to Su Mengzhen and watched the army go away. On the billowing smoke and dust was the handsome flag that was rushed to work, fluttering in the wind like a bird fluttering its wings.

"I know." Su Mengzhen said. His two sworn brothers, Wang Xiaoshi, are [-]% knight-errant temperaments. What he wants is more and bigger. He wants to fly to a higher place, but he must also fly to a higher place, because he was born like a bird without feet, and falling is a despair deeper than death.

"It's a good thing to be ambitious." He doesn't dislike this kind of ambition to climb up, especially when the talent is worthy of ambition.

"How does a swan know the joy of a sparrow." Zhong Yanqiu answered casually, his eyes swept around the city gate, there were not many people who came to see him off openly, but there were quite a few who watched secretly.

When he went to the south of the Yangtze River, he brought almost nothing with him, so Su Mengzhen forced him to stuff a roll of bank notes as flowers on the way.He used the roll of bank notes to buy a book written by a scholar called "Seven Strategies". He is not good at strategy, and he doesn't know anything about wars, but he can tell the good from the bad. He thinks that Su Mengzhen will like it very much. book.

Afterwards, the scholar named Gu Xichao was recruited by Su Mengzhen into the Golden Wind and Rain Building, and a few months later he invited him to the northern border, which greatly relieved the pressure on Bai Choufei - no matter how talented he was With extraordinary ability, no matter how many trump cards he has hidden in his hand, it is also a headache for Bai Choufei to face the almost completely corrupt military system in northern Xinjiang that is full of loopholes and the various forces behind it.

Moreover, when Gu Xichao came, he conveniently bound Qi Shaoshang, the Nine Existing Divine Dragon, and the entire Lianyun village to join the army.

Of course, for most people, a scholar who didn't even take the exam is of no concern if there are too many or too few. It is not within the scope of their concern for the small stockade on the frontier. Their attention is all on the officialdom in the south of the Yangtze River. Shock on.

Who knows where Zhuge Zhengwo got so much information and evidence, and where Jinfengxiyulou found such shameless masters to be assassins. In just one year, the entire Jiangnan officialdom has been turned upside down. Those who kill innocent people indiscriminately, those who smuggle food and supplies to the Kingdom of Jin, and those who sell smuggled salt and take bribes to bully men and women.

Zhong Yanqiu: Hidden merit and fame.

When the Jiangnan officialdom was in turmoil, he had already stepped on the northwest boundary, with the bank note that Su Mengzhen sent someone to pass the last city in his arms, the horse snorted and walked slowly Then, there was a small bundle hanging on the horse, with a few changes of clothes stuffed inside.

The horses are not particularly good horses, and they don't run very fast. They ran all the way from the south of the Yangtze River to the northwest. After running for several months, the news of Bai Shoufei's victory in the winter has been known all over the world. If there is a war, lack of morale is fatal. They have already I have lost for too long, so long that I can't believe that there will be a day of victory.

Su Mengzhen can really blow up the results of Bai Choufei's small-scale battles dozens of times. What he needs is not authenticity, but to make everyone believe that they can win, and they can win beautifully. Only then can they have the confidence to recruit troops , Collect food and grass, have the confidence to get more military power and voice from eunuchs and powerful officials.

Zhong Yanqiu settled in the last small town on the edge of the desert. The desolate and barren town seemed lifeless. The most precious property of the people was the deep well in the middle of the town. Whoever drilled it, but that well ensured that the people in this town could survive and keep a little bit of property.

A sheepskin bag as long as the forearm, the price of a bag of water is almost the same as the equivalent gold, and the wine is even more expensive, even if it is only poor quality wine that is cloudy and bitter like brewed vinegar, it is sold by the glass , the price of a glass of wine can make people drunk to death in the best tavern in the south of the Yangtze River, even so, there is often no market for the price.

Zhong Yanqiu bought a jug of wine, which cost almost all of his money, and he booked a room in the best inn he could find, and ordered a table of food.

So now he is completely penniless.

But he was not in a hurry. He poured two glasses of wine and opened the window. Today is the full moon. The moon in the desert looks closer than Jiangnan, as if you can touch it with your hand. The moon is bright but the stars are sparse. Few traces of stars can be seen, the glow of the moon is bright, and only the bright glow of the moon can be seen.

Zhong Yanqiu suddenly remembered the Mid-Autumn Festival last year. At that time, he was still in the south of the Yangtze River. People who have been to too many worlds naturally don’t have the thought to remember various festivals. For him, the Mid-Autumn Festival means that the surrounding ghosts are extraordinarily quiet today. Rarely, one by one ran back to the place where they lived to see their relatives.

He couldn't see any difference between the moon on August [-]th and other times. He just felt that it was a lot of trouble for him to do many things because everyone was sitting together on this day.

But he didn't care, but there were people in the capital who cared. Su Mengzhen made people rush all the way to deliver mooncakes, and put ice cubes to keep them fresh, but they didn't break. It's a pity that Zhong Yanqiu couldn't eat the mooncakes that were said to be bestowed by the palace. What's the difference from the ones sold in the shops on the street? They were eaten whole as snacks after meals with tea, and turned around to go out to find the magistrate's bad luck.

Treason, collaborating with the enemy, colluding with Japanese pirates, selling smuggled salt, and occupying fertile land. The list of crimes is more than enough to punish the nine clans. Yes, it can be planted under any case name.

The water in the south of the Yangtze River should be a bit muddy, so they can fish in troubled waters, and when they have enough confidence, they can uproot them.

Zhong Yanqiu thought about it one after another, but he didn't miss the fog that suddenly rose on the street. Today was not a foggy day, but a faint mist rose up for no reason.

It spread from the street to the entrance of the inn, and then climbed up, and invaded the room from the wide open window. The light fog gradually turned into a thick fog that made it difficult to see clearly. In the vast expanse of whiteness, there were faint tinkling sounds. bell ringing.

Zhong Yanqiu turned his head, "If you don't ask yourself, you are a thief."

"It's a pity that the person you invited may not be able to come today." The man sitting at the table looked about 30 or [-] years old and spoke fluent Mandarin. His emerald green is transparent, and there are several bells made of white jade emerald on the corners of his clothes. Every time he moves, there will be small rings, as if it can be mesmerizing.

"You killed him?" Zhong Yanqiu asked.

"I've always been very friendly." The man seemed to be frowning in distress, as if he had met some annoying cat, delicate and arrogant, "But the Merry King always fished out of bounds, so I had no choice but to teach him Teach him what is enough is enough."

Where is the cat, it is clearly a lion that can bite people to death.

"You can't kill him alone." Zhong Yanqiu said, although the martial arts of this person in front of him is high, he is still a bit inferior to the Happy King Chai Yuguan. He is still too young, far from the peak age.

"I also thought we had to wait a few more years." The man nodded seriously, "It's a pity that if you do too many bad things, there will always be retribution, especially for women."

He seemed to be very interested in this kind of thing, sat up straight and wanted to talk about it in detail, Zhong Yanqiu raised his eyebrows, sat down and poured a glass of wine, and said: "Since he's dead, it's the same to talk to you. "

He doesn't care who the person sitting opposite is, as long as the last thing discussed is the same.

"Cheerful." The man laughed loudly, raised his glass and drank it in one gulp, "Western Demon Cult, Jade Rakshasa."

"...Golden Wind and Drizzle Tower, Zhong Yanqiu."