longevity tree

Chapter 5

Song Wuyi heard the sound of flipping a book in his sleep, rubbed his eyes in a trance, saw Abao squatting beside his bed, flipping through a book bigger than his palm, Song Wuxin moved a little Shoulder, Abao turned his little head to him when he heard the sound, dropped the book in his hand, and ran to get Song Wuwu's shoes.

"Abao woke up so early." Song Wuwu looked at his childish face and couldn't help but pat his head.

"My lord is awake, breakfast is ready." Qingyun held a new robe in his hand, and the ribbon on his wrist was hanging in mid-air, "Abao woke up early, and when he woke up, he squatted on the head of your lord's bed. I was afraid he would be bored." , I took some gadgets for him, but he just wanted to read a book."

For breakfast, there is Song Wuwu's favorite rice cake, which Qingyun specially ordered the kitchen to make. In the yard, Qingyun held Abao in his arms, with a book on his lap, and Qingyun was teaching Abao how to read.Song Wuxin took out the small stone in his sleeve pocket, remembering that he had been delaying for many days to make a jade pendant for Qingyun.

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There were a lot of people in the market, the alleys were winding, and the sides were crowded with hawkers doing business. In the morning, seeing Abao reading vigorously, he asked Qingyun to teach him how to read at home.

The craftsman said that Song Wuyi's stone was a high-quality jade, but it took a lot of effort to polish it, and it could be picked up after seven days.Now that he's out of the jade shop, he wanders around the street when he has nothing to do. His father always says that Liji is a fun place, but Song Wuyi wants to see how fun it is.

After walking for a while, several black shadows passed by behind him. Song Wuxin raised his head and looked at the beams on both sides. Sure enough, he counted more than a dozen black shadows walking on the beams. The shadows moved extremely fast. Everyone had armor on their faces, Song Wuwu pretended to be nonchalant and continued to walk forward, as long as he crossed the bridge and turned into the alley opposite, he would have a chance to get rid of them.

Lang Zhaoling on the bridge saw him and waved to greet him. Lang Ruihe next to him seemed to sense something strange and looked around.

"Why are you here?" Song Wuwu tapped Ling Zhaoling's shoulder with his fan, and greeted him casually.

Ling Zhaoling smiled, "My elder brother cut my clothes while practicing sword last night, and today he said he would pay me back."

The three of them felt that a danger was slowly approaching, but no one said anything. A man with a mask rushed over from behind and slashed at the three of them with a knife in his hand. Lang Ruihe reacted very quickly and used his sword Stopped it, the man with the armor clapped his hands three times, and more than a dozen men with the same armor came from all directions,

Lang Ruihe was surrounded by several armor-masked men, and he was circling with them at the moment. He didn't care about Lang Zhaoling's side at all. Lang Zhaoling's flute couldn't help but was split by the knife in the hand of the armor-masked man. He slashed at him head-on, but Song Wuwu blocked it with his fan.

"A plate of rice cakes can exchange your life, you don't lose." Song Wuwu picked up the knife that fell beside him, and threw it at him.

These armor-masked men's kung fu is really not very good. Song Wuyi tried them on purpose during the fight. Apart from some brute force, the kung fu in fighting really cannot be praised.There seemed to be a leader among the men with a mask. That person was deliberately hiding his strength, but after a few rounds, he knew that he was outnumbered, so he ran away with his men.

"Just run away like a grandson, I haven't beaten enough of me yet." Song Wuwu looked at the black shadows who jumped up the beam and ran away, put the fan on his chest, and looked at the two people in front of him.

"Go sit in the restaurant opposite, you saved my life, I'll buy you a drink" Ling Zhaoling smiled at him.

"Just drinking is not enough. I heard a nice flute last night, can you teach me a lesson?" Song Wuyi squeezed between the two of them and walked towards the opposite restaurant together.

There were not many people in the restaurant, they chose a private room, the singer outside was singing a song, Lang Ruihe took a sip of his wine, looking at the people singing below, his eyes were indifferent.

"Mr. Song, to be honest, we have seen such armor-masked men on the way to Liji, and these armor-masked men just followed and didn't do anything." Ling Zhaoling took a sip of wine, Song Wuyi in front of him Look at the knife dropped by the armored man.

"The man with the armor mask is not very skilled, but he is very good at escaping." Song Wuyi stared at the pattern on the knife, which was exactly the same as the pattern on the cuff of the crazy woman they met, and he couldn't help frowning. "Young master, do you know about the burning and killing of the Lu family 18 years ago?"

"Could it be that you think it has something to do with this matter?" Lang Ruihe cast his eyes on him, and stopped drinking the wine in his hand.

"On the way here, we met a crazy woman who eats people. There is a pattern on her cuff that is very similar to the pattern on this knife, but that woman died 18 years ago. He seems to have been killed. Who resurrected with some kind of magic?" Song Wuyi said, "But what's even more strange is that the woman was smuggled away at night."

"Eighteen years ago, Bian Wang Luhong was forced to the Tiannv Pass in the center of Potuo with the rest of the elite. The other four cities were attacked from four directions, east, west, south, north, respectively. The army of Bian Wang was less than 18. The combined strength of the other four cities There are also 40, and the gap is huge. All the troops of King Bian died in battle." Ling Zhaoling took a sip of wine, as if telling a well-known story, "Wang Bian killed himself in Tiannv Pass, and the troops of the four cities After winning the battle, he was worried that King Bian would have something to do later, so he took advantage of the victory and pursued to Jinluan Palace, where he burned King Bian's relatives and the remaining troops defending the city. The fire burned for three days and three nights, and the smell of rotting corpses was everywhere. Son"

"I heard from my father that King Bian's army has become less and less powerful since the first attack on Shuodong, from more than 20 at the beginning to only 7 in the end. If the first victory in the Battle of Shuodong If it was because of the strength of the troops, then Mu Yan's 5 troops could not defeat a mere 12 troops, and later Bian Wang defeated our [-] troops with only [-] troops." Song Wuwu looked at Ling Zhaoling, Lou The voice of the singing gradually became weaker, "Bian Wang wants to dominate his family, but he is actually taking the lives of the whole family to fight. He loses half of his troops in one fight, but he wins every time. It’s not just the Bian Wang’s credit.”

Lang Ruihe filled up the wine again, and said, "Our 3 troops in Muyan are all elites, but later they were plotted against, and most of them died in the unknown mountain. A lot of people died, and only [-] people were left when the fight broke out.”

"Then the king here is playing a good hand. Not only can he give the enemy a bad start before the official battle, but he can also add spies to the army in each city." Song Wuwu raised a smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Young Master Song, how do you know there are spies in the army?" Ling Zhaoling looked at him, put the wine glass in his hand on the table, and prepared to listen to him carefully.

"My father counted the number of people after the war and found that there were many Lu family members who sneaked in, but it was too late at that time. When my father remembered this, we had already lost the battle." Song Wuyi greeted Ling Zhaoling's words Gaze, shake the fan away.

"Before the burning and killing of the Lu family, Poto [-]% were in a state of being safe and not interfering with each other. It was not until later that the ambitions of the Lu family became known to everyone, and the remaining four cities formed an alliance. At a critical moment, I can no longer sweep the snow by myself, I must contact a new force to protect myself." Lang Ruihe held the wine glass with his slender fingers, dangling in front of his eyes, and he was no longer interested in tasting wine. "After the death of the Lu family, King Shen of Liji was the greatest, followed by King Lanzhong Muyan, King Muyanshan, and King Shuodong Qi formed today's four-legged situation."

The diva downstairs who sang the song left, and the noisy voices were not covered up, and they were very noisy. They just drank wine without talking. There was no beautiful scenery in the restaurant, just people walking around. When I looked upstairs, it was just moving black dots one by one.No one spoke. After all, when the Lu family was burned, they were still at an age when they didn't understand anything. They just listened to the stories of the past when the elders talked about the bloody storm. up.

Speaking of hate, everyone should hate, because countless people died due to the Lu family's unjust actions, and they were all buried with the Lu family's ambition, but the Lu family is dead, even if you hate, you can hate who?

The dead are already dead, and the living are still alive. There must be a trade-off between the two, so why cling to the falsehood of the past, it is better to cast all hopes on tomorrow.The sun will rise as usual tomorrow, and being alive represents countless hopes.