Chapter 29: Shot for some people's uncomfortable

I don’t know what other Zhou people think, but now there are two people in Shaoliang City who are at least unwilling to surrender. It is reasonable for the emperor of Da Zhou as the king of a country to be unwilling, and Li Fuyao was born in Luoyang City in Da Zhou. The reason why the grown-up children are actually unwilling to surrender is not all because of Da Zhou.
Make Luoyang City’s nobles uncomfortable, this is his wish long ago, and even if he waits until he goes to Luoyang City one day, if he knows that Luoyang City’s nobles have actually done more excessively, he doesn’t mind. The three words for comfort become four words.
Can't live.
It's just that now, this little swordsman in the Swordsman Stage 1 looked at the unprovoked spring rain outside the window, and shook his head helplessly, "You said there are a dozen monks, that means there are a dozen monks. , I’m actually a little worried now that the emperor will not be able to hold it, so I will be soft. I looked at him like that before, but it was extremely atmospheric, but I have never seen such a critical situation, plus the pressure from the court. I think there will be some hesitation, so we should let him know, although there is no benefit, but it is good to make him firm."
Qinghuai didn’t say much about it, but just looked at the rain outside the window and said calmly:
It’s raining, and the marching speed will slow down. In addition, the monks are accustomed to being dignified, and they are bound to walk very slowly. Even if it stops, if the Emperor Zhou has not given up, he will inevitably call the southern frontier army to go north. If Zhou is not dead, we have to kill all the monks as soon as possible."
Li Fuyao frowned and said, "How fast."
"It's better to set off today and kill all the monks before they cross the Luosang River. Just as you said before, Yanling will definitely not be too happy. We will dispatch next time. When the monk comes, he is really going to be real."
Qing Huai stared at Li Fuyao, now this girl is very serious, and she doesn't seem to be joking at all.
Li Fuyao nodded to express his knowledge, and then asked, "Among the dozen or so monks, can you keep one or two for me? If there are more, I can't cope with it. I need one or two?"
Qinghuai spread his hands, "Why?"
Li Fuyao smiled and said, "Although it feels a bit like watching others do it, I don't feel happy about doing it myself. To use the words of those old and young in the town, it is not good."
Qinghuai quickly nodded, "Those cultivators are the lowest hand in the mountains and rivers. They are not really powerful, but they are very different from ordinary people when they step on the road of cultivation. The line of scholars is best at fighting in the same realm. The first three realms of the three religions are unclear. No one knows how powerful they are. Perhaps some of them are equivalent to the swordsman’s third realm of sword spirit. , But most of them should still be in one or two realms, when you deal with one or two, there is no big problem."
With Qinghuai’s assurance, Li Fuyao was not worried, so he took the hatchet off his back and wiped it carefully. He was not talking, and then he quickly took the pen and ink and thought about writing a letter. His handwriting is very good. In those years in Baiyu Town, in addition to daily storytelling, in fact, he occasionally wrote family letters for others, and the writing of family letters should not be ugly, so he practiced very well, and practiced the calligraphy to survive and read. Although it was quite satisfactory, it was unavoidably a little blunt. Afterwards, life was relatively leisurely, so Li Fuyao's words should be more freehand, at least in Li Fuyao's opinion, it was very pleasing.
Li Fuyao was stunned just to pick up the pen, what should he write?
After a moment of silence, Li Fuyao put down the brush in his hand and asked, "Would you like to write?"
Qing Huai snorted coldly, but Quandang didn't hear it.
She had never done anything like writing in Demon Land. Moreover, her handwriting was so ugly that she herself didn't want to look at it more, because there would be no embarrassment.
Li Fuyao reluctantly sat back in his position to pick up the pen again. This time it was simple. After only a few words, he put away his pen and ink.
After sending such a brief letter to the shop selling white fungus soup, Li Fuyao returned to the inn and went out of the city with Qinghuai. Although it was a little troublesome to travel under an umbrella, it was better than being soaked in soup and leaving the city. I can see a lot of big Zhou Jiashi. It is reasonable to say that in this Shaoliang City, which should be worrying nowadays, many other scenes should be seen, but in fact, except for the long dragon on the side of the war department on the west side of the city, the rest There is no change.
"To be honest, I do like this place a bit." Li Fuyao said casually while walking on the street.
"Soup dumplings are good." Qinghuai said in a rare response.
These two monks, one is different from the mountains and rivers, the other is different from the three religions, it is really a little maverick.
Walking on the street, Li Fuyao remembered the map of the Great Zhou territory he had seen before, and said calmly:
The Luosang River should be more than ten days away from Shaoliang City, but we should try our best to go faster. Otherwise I'm always a little worried."
Qinghuai turned his head, "What are you worried about?"
"I can't worry about it."
Qinghuai looked at Li Fuyao like an idiot, "If you think of Luosang River now, you will be able to arrive in at most half a day."
Li Fuyao frowned, wondering if you still haven't taken out something from the bottom of the box.
As if to see through what Li Fuyao was thinking, the girl explained, "When you reach the Chaos and Twilight Realm, it’s not difficult to get thousands of miles a day, but my current realm is still Qingsi. I can walk a few thousand miles a day at most. It’s even more annoying, but you know that not everyone in this world is the same as you stupid swordsmen. There is only one sword and no long objects. For example, these little gadgets I carry can be crushed and left. A thousand miles, it’s only eight thousand miles away from the Luosang River, which means I only need to crush a dozen."
Li Fuyao could hear his heart swaying, but he soon worried: "This kind of magic weapon shouldn't be common, right?"
Qinghuai nodded, and said solemnly: "It's not common, so I don't have many."
Li Fuyao asked cautiously, "How many are they?"
Qing Huai sighed softly: "It's only about 10,000."
Li Fuyao almost fell on the street. There are not many 10,000. Now he understands why Qinghuai will not be able to catch Liangxi before the end of spring. The reason is here. This thing, where did it take so much effort.
After leaving the city, the rain was getting heavier, Li Fuyao held the oil paper umbrella and asked, "Should we go directly to Jianshan?"
It was just this sentence that was quickly rejected by Qinghuai, "Finally, there was a fight, where should I go to Jianshan?"
Regarding this, Li Fuyao only felt big for a while. If you say that you don't make sense, you can forget it, why do you still like fighting?
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The early dynasty of the Chongde Hall has been gone for a long time, and the emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty returned to the Changchun Palace Imperial Study Room to approve the memorial. Now that the Great Zhou is not dead, he is still the emperor of the Great Zhou, and naturally he can't waste political affairs.
In addition, there are still countless trivial matters waiting for him to deal with in Da Zhou now, how can he ignore it.
At the time of the turbulent wind and rain, the importance of this great Zhou emperor appeared.
The Su Jin, the at the hands of the li supervisor, has been outside the imperial study room since the beginning of the Great Zhou emperor, and has been waiting here after the end of the early dynasty. He has already had half a day's effort. The head of the eunuch, although he was not young, but Hou was outside the imperial study room for half a day, he didn't seem to be tired.
Standing outside the imperial study room and not being able to hear someone in the imperial study room is actually the hardest sight to see in the palace in these years. The talented and rough king never expressed his likes and dislikes to a courtier, but now But a word has never been heard, and those names that are frequently mentioned by him on weekdays are not even heard.
Su Jin sighed, watching the spring rain, thinking about the two hundred and seventy years of the Great Zhou Dynasty, his eyes were red for some reason. Su Jin is an eunuch, but also Zhou.
After a while, a little ran outside the Yushufang and came to the front of the Yushufang. The little gave the palmprint a full courtesy, and then took out a letterhead from his arms and handed it to Su Jin. He waited until Su Jin. After nodding, he trot away.
As one of the people who knew the details of the emperor’s departure from the palace that day, Su Jin naturally knew what that young man meant to the emperor. Now the two messages coming from outside the palace, it is difficult to become an overwhelming emperor. The last straw.
Su Jin didn't dare to think too much, and quickly knocked on the door of the Imperial Study Room.
The emperor of Da Zhou reacted quickly.
Su Jin respectfully said: "Your Majesty, the young man I saw before has now left Shaoliang City, but before leaving, there was a letter sent to the palace for your Majesty to personally express."
The Emperor Da Zhou in the Imperial Study Room was silent for a long time before he calmly said, "Take it in."
Su Jin pushed the door in, and was able to see the emperor of Da Zhou sitting by the window. The expression of the emperor of Da Zhou was as usual, except that the corners of his mouth were pale and looked a bit vicissitudes of life.
After receiving the letter, the emperor Da Zhou did not rush to open it, but just asked: "When did the boy leave Shaoliang City?"
Su Jin bowed his head and replied: "It happens to be when your Majesty left the early court."
The emperor Da Zhou nodded, and then signaled Su Jin to go out. After Su Jin went out, he looked at the letter paper.
Looking at the letter paper, the emperor Da Zhou had a bitter face, wondering whether you felt that you were not a member of Zhou, and then abandoned me.
But soon the emperor of the Great Zhou said to himself: "Since he is not a member of Zhou, how can he fight for life for the Great Zhou?"
The emperor Da Zhou went to tear open the letterhead and looked at the yellowed letterhead, his eyes suddenly brightened.
As if dead wood regenerated.
He didn't say much, he just started to laugh suddenly, laughing heartily.
On the table, there was only one sentence on the letter paper, "Losang River killed the monk."
The emperor Da Zhou glanced at the handwriting on the letter paper and exclaimed sincerely: "This handwriting is really fucking... beautiful."