[Comprehensive martial arts] Mr. Psychic Medium

The end of Zhong Yanqiu's dream was fixed on a knife.

The blade is transparent, and the blade is crimson, like transparent glass enclosing the crimson spine, so that when the blade is swung, the light of the blade reflects a piece of water red.

The knife is slightly short, the blade is slightly curved, like a beautiful woman's slender waist and graceful, and it is too full to be held. When the knife is swung, there will be a clear and clear vibrato.

Elegant, distant, and revealing a bit of coldness.

Red sleeve knife.

After Daoguang, Su Mengzhen rarely lost his usual calm and steady eyes. Zhong Yanqiu probably remembered that it was in the seventh or eighth year of their acquaintance. Ashamed to say, he is not very sensitive to the passage of time. If No one reminded me, maybe I didn't realize that they had known each other for such a short time.

He spent most of his seven or eight years running around outside. This crumbling country needs a top-down innovation, and he is a knife hidden in the dark to cut through thorns and thorns.

In exchange for greater benefits at a smaller price, make the best use of everything. These four words Su Mengzhen is well versed in the three flavors. Except for the first half a month, Zhong Yanqiu only sent a few copies that he must not miss. I saw him again when I was in intelligence, and they relied more on letters to maintain their communication. The greetings and chats at the end of the paper were full of family and country affairs, and the letters that lasted for ten days, a half months, or even a year and a half made them familiar. It's as if they've known each other from a previous life.

Su Mengzhen said, let's go to Jiangnan, and Zhong Yanqiu went to Jiangnan. The wealthy nobles colluded with the officials, and they all looked like local emperors in the Jiangnan boundary. The weather has been good for many years, but every year, countless people still starve to death and freeze to death.

He mixed up the water, and Su Mengzhen took advantage of the opportunity to clean up the Jiangnan officialdom. No one knows how many officials were implicated and died in that cleansing, but since then, the people in Jiangnan can at least eat and wear clothes. During the Chinese New Year, I can still weigh a piece of meat for my family.

Then Su Mengzhen said, let’s go to the northwest, the life outside the pass is miserable, and the happy king is rampant, and the king’s law is as if there is nothing. A deal was reached.

Although they had to owe Yu Luocha a big favor for this, the treasures and provisions accumulated by Happy King over the years gave them the capital to start a war with the Kingdom of Jin.

So he went to Northern Xinjiang again. Bai Choufei had already fought for the top in the officialdom in Northern Xinjiang. Gu Xichao was his military adviser and think tank, and Qi Shaoshang was his most important lieutenant general. Unfortunately, these two people often combined to make him angry. Turn the table.

The supplies of food and grass were in place, and the army had taken shape after three years of training. The army set out and pointed directly at the sixteen prefectures of Yanyun.

This time, Zhong Yanqiu followed the whole process. There was no shortage of ghosts and prisoners on the battlefield. His ability could draw out the enemy's formation from the mouth of ghosts, and he could also "see" the defensive weaknesses from the prisoners.

He also did a lot of things like sneaking into the city to assassinate the enemy and open the city gates, and it would never be more difficult than finding trouble with the Emperor of Jin.

So this battle, which was originally expected to be fought for a long time, was quickly won three years later. Zhong Yanqiu couldn't understand Su Mengzhen's emotion when the army was stationed in the sixteen prefectures of Yanyun. The joy and excitement were almost torn out of paper, if the capital didn't need him, the owner of the Golden Wind and Rain Tower, to stay there and sit in charge, he might have rushed here immediately.

Bai Choufei really flew up, so high that he never imagined in his dreams, the title on his head became more and more shining, the official position became higher and higher, and the common people praised him as the god of war, the streets and alleys There are rumors of his brilliant victories.

There is also Gu Xichao, and Qi Shaoshang, a high-ranking official with rich salary and a long history, so smooth that Gu Xichao sometimes wakes up in the middle of the night and feels like he has had an unrealistic dream. A scholar is born like duckweed and has nothing.

Tossing and turning unable to fall asleep, he got up with his clothes on, and as expected, Bai Choufei didn't fall asleep either, he didn't know what he was thinking while facing the candlelight.

"Aren't you asleep yet?" Zhong Yanqiu did not know when he came, and shook the wine jar, "Drinking?"

No one refused.

The three of them ran to the roof with the wine jar in their arms. There was no good wine in the frontier, especially when the leading generals didn't care much about enjoying the unexpected things. What Zhong Yanqiu could bring out was the most common burning knife. Tao's wine jar was covered with a mud seal, the three of them didn't say anything, they slapped the mud seal and one of them took a big gulp.

No one spoke first, perhaps because Bai Choufei and Gu Xichao felt somewhat guilty towards Zhong Yanqiu. They knew how much Zhong Yanqiu played in this battle, but in the end he got nothing. After all, no one would know that he had seen through the countless conspiracies and tricks of the enemy army, and no one would know that he had sneaked into the city and opened the city gate at the risk of time and time again.

Even if it was Zhong Yanqiu's own request, just like when he was in Jiangnan and Northwest, he hid his identity tightly. Others only know that they invited a powerful assassin, and they don't know from what channel he obtained it. Countless important information, that's all, but Bai Choufei and Gu Xichao, as people with vested interests, can't just sit back and enjoy the benefits.

Nor would their pride allow them to.

Zhong Yanqiu clasped the mud seal on the wine jar, the tea stems were mixed with plaster and wrapped in red cloth, stained with a strong aroma of wine.

Of course he knew what Bai Choufei and Gu Xichao were thinking. After all, they were still young people, they couldn't hide things in their hearts, and they could see through their thoughts at a glance.

The yard is very quiet, all three are martial arts practitioners with sharp ears and eyesight, except for the slight buzzing of insects, the only sound that can be heard in the room is Qi Shaoshang's snoring. The snoring was so loud that Gu Xichao and Bai Choufei wished they could sleep with their ears plugged every night.

There was no way, supplies were tight during the march, and they, the chief generals, had to huddle together in a tent to rest from time to time.

"Heartless." Gu Xichao sighed, his tone of voice didn't know whether it was disgust or envy, he had already drunk half of the wine in his hand, and his cheeks flushed a little blush because of the haste.

"How wonderful." Bai Choufei snorted and laughed, he was already drunk after not drinking a few sips.

"Heartless people always have less worries." Zhong Yanqiu said, he only took a few sips of wine, so his expression was still clear.

The air became quiet again, the moon in the frontier always seemed to be brighter than other places, and tonight I could actually see some stars twinkling, Gu Xichao recited a few lines of poetry, Bai Choufei squinted his eyes and answered half of the words casually.

Zhong Yanqiu couldn't answer the poems, and couldn't match the words, so he just held up the wine jar and said: "In the past, every winter, the Jin soldiers would go south, and some villages in the frontier were very small, with very little land, and they could only save one A little bit of food, once the golden soldiers come, they will lose everything, and some golden soldiers will even take their heads back for military exploits."

"When I first came here, I didn't know anything. I didn't know why those people ran away. I just stood there like a fool."

"Someone yelled at me to run away. It was so loud that the thunder could not cover it. Then he died. It was a child. It was about this tall. It was as thin as a little skeleton. It was hard to tell whether it was a boy or a boy. girl."

Zhong Yanqiu made a gesture, with a look of tears and smiles.

"It was very dark that day, and it rained heavily. It was terribly cold in winter, and the blood splashed on my face was still warm."

That's the end of the story, he didn't go any further, he raised his head and took a sip of the wine, he drank too hard so as not to choke twice, he covered his mouth and coughed a few times.

Everyone is a smart person, he doesn't need to finish speaking, and people can understand what he means.

"Sir, what you want is peace in the world." Bai Choufei seemed a little drunk, shaking his head and humming an opera while shaking his empty jar. He used to be a famous actor in Jinling Qinchun Garden, even though he hadn't sung for many years, his voice was still the same It is high-pitched and clear, like pearls falling from a jade plate.

Gu Xichao seemed to be drunk too, squinting his eyes and beating the time, his knuckles knocking on the rough pottery wine jar, it was a bit crisp and a bit dull.

The moonlight was just right, and the glow was so bright that there was no impurity in it. A few stars flickered, not competing with the moonlight, but no one could ignore its brilliance.

Two or three close friends, sing songs and beat festivals, and return home drunk, what more can a husband ask for.

Zhong Yanqiu drank the last sip of wine from the altar, and a hint of drunkenness seemed to appear in his eyes.

They are still young people.

very nice.

After the war, Bai Choufei and the others geared up to start the livelihood projects and infrastructure construction in northern Xinjiang, but Zhong Yanqiu wanted to start repaying the favors he owed.

Three years is enough time for Yu Luocha to develop the Western Demon Cult into a behemoth entrenched in the Western Regions. Of course, his ambition is more than that, but he has no interest in the Central Plains. There are too many masters, complicated forces, and there is a big desert. It is comparable to the group of small countries in the west that are still ruthless and easy to deceive.

But even if it was time for his son hiding in the Central Plains to practice martial arts, he picked up people he knew, and he unceremoniously used up the favor that Zhong Yanqiu owed him.

It happened that the country also needed to recuperate after recovering the Sixteen States of Yanyun. There was nothing Zhong Yanqiu needed to do, so he took a vacation for himself and went to Wanmei Villa in the northwest to raise children for Yu Luocha.

The child who was named "Chuixue" by Yu Luocha did not inherit the emerald green eyes from his father. His eyes were as dark as night, and he had a small face with a rare smile on his face. He was young and mature.

Only when Zhong Yanqiu saw Zhong Yanqiu using the sword, his eyes instantly sparkled and his face was filled with longing, showing the look that a child should have.

This child is a swordsman born to use a sword, his talent is good enough to make anyone who uses a sword sigh, even Zhong Yanqiu himself may be slightly inferior to him in talent.

He just lived long enough and saw enough, so he went further.

Zhong Yanqiu taught Ximen Chuuxue, who was about the same height as a sword, how to practice swords hand in hand. Although he didn't have the name of master and apprentice, he taught him with great care.

When he was free, he drank tea and read books in the plum grove, and chatted with the old housekeeper. The Wanmei Villa, which was strictly protected by Jade Raksha, was like a paradise, without the slightest disturbance from the outside world.

In this way, another three years passed.

Zhong Yanqiu received a letter from the capital.

"Mister is leaving?" Ximen Chuixue stood at the door and watched Zhong Yanqiu pack his luggage. He had grown up a bit, but he didn't look much like Yu Luocha. He had an extremely cold and solemn appearance. They can't be seen as father and son together.

"I have taught you everything I can teach you." Zhong Yanqiu said, "The rest is up to you to understand."

"You have to find your own path."

He handed over the sword he had already prepared. This kind of ancient sword is rarely used by people in Jianghu, but it is very suitable for Ximen Chuuxue.While thinking about him, he couldn't help reaching out and pinching the two small horns on Ximen Chuuxue's head. In a few years, he probably won't see this child with such a hairstyle.

It's a pity.