Devil’s Advent

Zheng Fan reached out to take the steamed bun and took a bite.

The softness of the noodles is just right, and the shredded radish stuffing also tastes good, especially when you bite down, the combination of steamed buns and stuffing is very comfortable.

The steamed buns that I used to eat during Chinese New Year at home in my previous life were made by Lao Tian, ​​as delicate as pastries.

"how?"

Tian Wujing asked.

Zheng Fan shook his head,

road:

"It's almost hot."

Tian Wujing was not angry when he heard the words, but just nodded.

Zheng Fan swallowed the steamed bun in his mouth, put the remaining steamed bun on the table, and tried not to look at it.

He picked up the chopsticks and started to scoop up vegetables to eat hot pot. While eating, he said:

"Tiantian also likes to eat steamed buns at home. My wife steamed them herself. With just a bowl of clear soup, he can eat four in one meal."

"Four?"

These are not small buns or steamed buns, this one is quite big and thick.

"Well, the little guy has a big appetite since he was a child. Yu Huaping said, he is a natural born soul boy, and he is very envious of you."

A smile appeared on the corner of Tian Wujing's mouth,

road:

"He should be envious."

Obviously,

Tian Tian's physique was checked by Lao Tian himself.

It is impossible for Tian Wujing not to see what Yu Huaping can see.

In terms of vision and knowledge, how does Yu Huaping's world compare with the powerful Tian family and temples of the past;

In terms of personal means, in addition to the peak martial arts, Tian Wujing also has a little bit of alchemy;

and,

God knows what else he knows,

Even the steamed buns are steamed so well.

"The Juggernaut wants to take Tian Tian as his apprentice."

"oh?"

No parent would refuse a sword master to accept his child as a disciple;

This means a kind of guarantee, and also means a kind of backing.

The so-called people in the rivers and lakes can't help themselves, that is the hypocrisy of the people in the rivers and lakes putting gold on their faces;

When people are in the temple, they have too much helplessness and compromise;

On the contrary, in the arena, you can act more freely.

for example,

Suddenly one day,

The king wants the minister to die, the minister has to die,

The head of the family led the whole family to commit suicide and did not dare to resist.

Because he has to consider the interests of the family with the same surname, the teachings of the sage books he has read, and the grace of the king;

But these things, in the eyes of Jianghu people, are actually a joke, you can die if you want, don't bring my apprentice to die together, and then rush in alone and take your own apprentice away.

Juggernaut has this ability.

"But Tiantian refused."

"Refused?"

"He said he wanted to practice knives."

"Knife practice?"

Tian Wujing looked at Zheng Fan.

"Eh..." Zheng Fan continued, biting the bullet, "I will teach him well."

"Um."

The pressure that Zheng Houye said when he said this was really not ordinary, because Lao Tian also practiced swords.

"Very good." Tian Wujing added.

He is happy to see this, his son practiced swords with Zheng Fan, and he is also a master and father, so it is solid.

He hoped that his son would live like Zheng Fan in the future.

boy's dream,

It's nothing more than martial arts unrivaled in the world or the thousands of horses and horses under his command like a forest,

but,

This is not true happiness,

Because of the above two points, he Tian Wujing did both.

"You continue to eat."

Tian Wujing got up and left the gazebo.

Zheng Fan continued to eat,

At the same time, he picked up the steamed buns he put down earlier and ate them, then hesitated for a moment...

he is really hungry;

finally,

Zheng Fan took two more steamed buns from the steamer, used them as rice, and started cooking them in a hot pot.

Under the sun,

There are not many people who can let Great Yannan King cook for himself, and Lord Zheng Hou is not polite. After eating, he almost drank the hot pot soup.

I am full,

Zheng Fan stood up,

Stroll into the yard.

When passing the mourning hall, Zheng Fan lowered his hands.

The mourning hall has been tidied up and looks very clean.

There is no incense ash in the incense burner.

Zheng Fan walked over, intending to light two sticks of incense.

"No need to order, she doesn't like these miasmas."

"good."

Zheng Fan nodded, but still knelt down and kowtowed.

"Can you play chess?"

"Smelly chess basket, if you want to play, I will accompany you."

"Then let's not go down, it's boring."

"Yes, next time, when I go back to practice next time, my chess strength will definitely improve."

"Forget it, don't wait for tomorrow, just accompany me to Tianhu Mountain now, and leave the city immediately tomorrow and return to Beijing."

"You go, I follow."

Tian Wujing looked at Zheng Fan,

road;

"I've become Lord Marquis, and I'm still glib in my speech, so I'm not afraid of making people laugh."

"In front of you, I am afraid of some jokes."

Anyway,

We are already a family.

immediately,

A prince and a prince,

Dayan was in Jindi, and the two with the highest authority rode two Pixiu straight out of Litian City.

Juggernaut did not follow,

His responsibility is to protect Ping Xihou;

And when Ping Xihou stayed beside King Jingnan, no one could hurt him unless that prince fell down.

Furthermore,

Inside and outside Litian City, most of them are the camps of the Jingnan Army. It is impossible for large-scale and organized foreign troops to come in. Even if some sneak in, what can they do?

The Juggernaut is happy to be at leisure at this time;

………

The Taoist temple on Tianhu Mountain, along with the fire a few years ago, had long been burned together.

Last year, Zheng Fan came once, and this year, he came again.

In fact, it's good that the wooden fish bells are gone on the mountain, and the mountain has become a mountain again.

The two Pixiu were left on the mountainside,

Tian Wujing and Zheng Fan went up the stairs together.

On the way, I passed the pavilion, which is said to be the location where the cuckoo fell off the cliff.

But Tian Wujing didn't do anything special to stop, just took a second look, and then continued to go up the mountain.

Lord Zheng Hou got into the mood early anyway, it doesn't matter where Lao Tian goes, he just follows behind anyway.

Both of them are in good health, even Zheng Houye is at least a sixth-rank martial artist, climbing a mountain is not too tiring.

There was no rest in the middle, and the speed did not change, and finally reached the top of the mountain.

From this position, one can clearly see a piece of ruins on the slope to the southwest.

Tian Wujing sat on the ground,

Seeing this, Zheng Fan sat down opposite.

Lao Tian closed his eyes and did not speak;

Zheng Fan propped his hands on the ground behind him, making his posture more comfortable, looking around, as if he was in autumn.

At the foot of the mountain, the grass and leaves have already withered and turned yellow, but on the mountain, there is still emerald green.

The world is full of fragrance in April, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple begin to bloom.

After sitting for a while, seeing Lao Tian still there with his eyes closed, Zheng Fan simply lay down on his side and yawned involuntarily.

The mountain wind blows from time to time, to ordinary people, it is cool, but to martial arts practitioners, it is just right and refreshing.

Staring in a daze,

Lord Zheng Hou also closed his eyes.

Lao Tian may be thinking about things, or he may be letting himself go, at least, he is meditating;

Lord Zheng Hou was really asleep, and because of his irregular sleeping position, he even snored slightly.

Although the mountain wind is coming slowly, the vegetation will make a "rustling" sound when it blows, but this place, just Tian Wujing and Zheng Fan, is still very clear under the static and dynamic contrast.

Tian Wujing opened his eyes,

Seeing the person in front of me sleeping soundly,

shook his head slightly,

There was also a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Spread your palms,

A gentle wind hit, rolled up the vines on one side, and gently covered his body.

He Tian Wujing is a self-defeating devil,

Dayan folks have extremely bad reviews;

Even if he has made great military achievements, even the storyteller in the small teahouse will click sideways after telling a story.

The whole Jingnan army, in front of them, was all respectful and respectful, and they dared not breathe;

but he

In front of myself,

Eat better and sleep better.

Like a child, he has found real steadfastness.

actually,

Indeed it is.

When he woke up, he found a new world, new scenery, and a group of demon kings with different personalities around him.

Everything is strange;

Why did Zheng Fan go to all lengths to gather experts in his mansion and keep on guard, without him, he lacks a sense of security.

But in front of King Jingnan,

Zheng Fan will naturally let go of all guards.

this sleep,

Zheng Fan didn't sleep for a long time, just over half an hour.

when Wake up,

But I feel refreshed and extremely satisfied.

Lifting the meadow on his body, Lord Zheng Hou sat up and stretched.

ahead,

There was a figure standing on the edge of the cliff.

I haven't seen the scenery yet.

Lord Zheng Hou rubbed his eyes, wondering if he should sleep again.

"Zheng Fan."

But unfortunately,

Although his back is facing this side, it is impossible to hide what is going on behind him from Tian Wujing.

"exist."

Zheng Fan got up and walked behind Tian Wujing.

"Thirty years of fame, dust and soil, eight thousand miles of roads, clouds and moons, how did you come up with the idea of ​​writing such a sentence?"

This song "Manjianghong" was extremely popular in the army of Yan, no, to be precise, in the army of other countries.

Because what is revealed in the words is not only solemn and stirring, but also impassioned as a soldier in the army who worked hard to fight against the humiliation.

this tone,

It is not in line with the Yan army that has been victorious in foreign wars for the past few years.

It is more in line with the state of mind of the Chu army who was defeated and defeated by the Yan army.

It was spread from that carriage, and there were four people sitting in the carriage at that time.

Chen Daxia, Sword Maker,

Lord Zheng Hou, who has not yet been named a Marquis, will be regent of Chu.

Because the regent liked this poem very much, and Zheng Fan was the closed disciple of Master Yao at that time. In that era, the literary giants wrote poems for the rich and powerful, and the wealthy and powerful used their influence to promote the literary giants. This is a natural rule. .

Moreover, the background of this poem is that under Yupan City, Chu people were killed and captured, bowed their heads in shame and humiliation, and signed a peace treaty.

Therefore, this poem was quickly publicized, but even the regent did not expect that Zheng Fan tore off his disguise and snatched away his own sister soon after.

It's hard to get over the water, probably that's what it means.

This poem was also spread to the country of Yan, but the "aspiration to eat the meat of Yan and captives" in it was naturally changed.

The court of Yan State does not practice literary inquisition, and this kind of random flexibility, coupled with subsequent development, the rare confusion of the party regent, really makes the people of Yan people and the dignitaries feel very comfortable.

It is said that Emperor Yan once ordered Zhao Jiulang to transcribe this poem and hang it in the inner room of his imperial study, which is the place where the emperor rested after working.

The last time he was in Beijing, Zheng Fan had been in the imperial study room, but he hadn't been able to enter the inner room, so he didn't know whether the rumor was true or not. Of course, he couldn't be sure. Is His Majesty the Emperor Yan also a fan of himself?

But Tian Wujing's question seems very natural, because he understands Zheng Fan's mind, and all poems are sung to express his ambition. This poem is clearer, but it doesn't look like Zheng Fan's at all. State of mind depends on.

"My lord, the way of poetry is just a plaything. I have told you before, my lord."

It's not that Tian Wujing didn't ask similar questions before, and Zheng Fan couldn't say that he copied it, so he could only use this higher-level reason to prevaricate.

Yao Zizhan once got a lot of "Ping Xihou's Poems" that have been circulated. After reading it, he was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, and even started with his hometown dialect, cursing:

It's an insult to the gentleman, it's an insult to the gentleman!

Articles and poems are originally elegant things, you can write them as soon as you are a warrior. Play?

Specifically,

This also makes Yao Zizhan how to eat and drink in the future?

"I like this poem very much, it resonates very much."

Zheng Fan swallowed subconsciously.

Don't,

elder brother,

The original author of this poem did not end well.

"My lord, I made another song recently. It is very suitable for the occasion. I wrote it at this time. Do you want to listen to it?"

Zheng Fan felt that he was obliged to pull Lao Tian out of Man Jianghong's emotions, but he must stop empathizing.

Tian Wujing turned around and looked at Zheng Fan,

road;

"Your poetry, if you don't look at people or are not familiar with you, it is really excellent."

"..." Zheng Fan.

"However, it doesn't hinder the recitation to listen."

Zheng Fan nodded,

Recited:

"When autumn comes and September 8th, my flowers will bloom and then the flowers will kill. The fragrance of the sky will penetrate the capital, and the whole city will be covered with golden armor."

The theme of this poem is very simple and clear.

When I'm awesome, I'll give it all to you guys!

Tian Wujing closed his eyes, tasted it for a while, and said:

"Fortunately, I know that you are good at poetry. You are purely a plaything. If someone else wrote it..."

Zheng Houye asked cautiously: "Will it be clicked?"

Tian Wujing shook his head and said:

"It's easy to break through the rigidity. If you just want to have a good time and leave no room for it, then it is inevitable that your prosperity will be lost, and your death will be sudden."

Zheng Fan opened his mouth, not for nothing.

"In doing things and being a person, you have to leave room for everything unless it is absolutely necessary. You have always done a good job in this regard."

"My lord, you are wrong, I am a person who always likes to cut grass and roots."

"Read it in your heart, not in appearance."

"Yes, I understand."

it's getting dark,

Zheng Fan has been waiting for Tian Wujing to say to go down the mountain.

But Lao Tian stood there, admiring the sunset.

In the distance, the cloud was dyed red, like a pool of blood.

"After entering Beijing, the imperial court should ask you to hand over part of your power, or the territory, or divide the military power. While you are in Beijing, use an upright conspiracy."

"My lord, what should I do?"

The blind man and the Savage King had already guessed this possibility.

The center is an instinct for centralizing power. Although the imperial court has been dominated by the will of Emperor Yan over the years, the authority of the center has actually been shaped long ago.

That is to say, whoever is in that position will instinctively accept a wave of power on the premise that the local feudal town does not rebel.

While Emperor Yan was still in power,

While you are in Yanjing,

Taking advantage of this wave, he is mustering up his energy.

This is indeed a conspiracy, and once the Emperor Yan dies, the authority of the central authority will inevitably slip with the succession of the throne. No matter whether it is the prince or the little six sons, whoever succeeds them will not be able to change this situation.

And if you choose other princes, or if you are really not afraid of "the master's suspicion of the country", and you choose Xiaoqi to be "Fulin", the degree of slippage will be even worse.

Actually, even if Lao Tian didn't ask this question,

Zheng Fan will also find an opportunity to ask about it on the way to Yanjing.

This matter mainly depends on Lao Tian's attitude. As Lao Tian said at the beginning, he is still there.

To put it bluntly, Zheng Fan's development to this scale is inseparable from the indulgence of his King Jingnan.

Otherwise, if King Jingnan wants to mix with sand, or wants to divide, he is fully capable of killing everything at the slightest sign.

Everyone in the world thought that it was because King Jingnan's son was raised by Zheng Fan, so all of this was the nanny's money that King Jingnan gave his son;

But in fact,

Only the parties know that this is not the case.

"It's easy to deal with, just use Yangmou to fight Yangmou. After entering Beijing, whoever dares to face you face to face, you can fight directly, and it doesn't matter if you are injured, killed or maimed.

Ben Wang stood behind, the sky couldn't fall down. "

this feeling,

Why are you so familiar?

The last time he abolished the third prince, it seemed to be a similar situation.

"My lord, I understand."

"Well, the sun has set."

"Shall we go down the mountain?"

"Going down the mountain, but before going down the mountain, there is one more thing to do."

"What is it?"

"Your realm is stuck at the sixth rank, has it been a long time?"

"Yes, my lord."

Stuck in the sixth grade, it has been a long time.

"Actually, the most difficult hurdle in the path of martial arts is entering the third rank at the fourth rank, just like in the imperial court, it is the most difficult to enter the third rank at the fourth rank, but once you step into it, it will be a completely different situation.

However,

There is actually a gap between the sixth rank and the fifth rank. The fifth rank, whether it is a warrior, a swordsman or a qi refiner, can be called a small master.

A master must have his own beliefs and his own way.

This is to break through the environment with thoughts, and to break through the environment with the Tao, do you understand? "

"My lord, I understand." Zheng Fan replied with a wry smile.

He really understands, because there are many masters in the Hou Mansion, and there are sword masters to guide them.

Furthermore, he only knows more about all kinds of specious theoretical knowledge than others.

But the crux of the problem is here, maybe it is really a character reason, or it is an instinctive desire for comfort;

Occasionally on the battlefield, it is not impossible for Zheng Fan to charge to the death. In the past, it was often like this;

But now, even on the battlefield, he has the protection of the sword master Ah Ming, and the demon kings will always look after him. Moreover, after his status is high, there are three wives in the family, and he is living a good life, and he is more and more life-saving .

It's not that Zheng Fan hasn't gone out to try his hand at training. He has gone out several times in the past year, but apart from honing his sword skills and fighting skills, he has not grown in realm.

Of course, it doesn't mean that you have to keep confronting life and death in order to break through. It can only be said that this is the most direct way. The root is to have a firm belief.

At least, according to Zheng Fan's understanding, it was this, but he didn't.

Yes, not at all;

Playing in the world chicly is his main purpose, and it is also the unanimous aesthetic of the devil kings;

To put it bluntly, you are essentially a gamer in your heart.

A person who plays tickets, also wants to play, and can break through the realm freely, that is too contemptuous of some rules of this world, and it is too chilling for those ascetics who are determined and dedicated to the Tao.

only,

When Lao Tian said this, Zheng Fan couldn't help but feel a surge of hope in his heart.

Listen to what this means,

Lao Tian has the ability to help himself?

Enlightenment, imparting skills?

Tian Wujing pointed to the way down the mountain,

road:

"Go down the mountain."

This scene was like watching the river back then. Zheng Fan was walking on the riverside full of floating corpses, almost insane, and Tian Wujing followed behind.

Zheng Fan nodded,

turn around,

start downhill,

But in the next moment,

a palm,

It landed on his shoulders, palms, with warmth.

Zheng Fan concentrated his mind, and when he was about to continue walking down, he suddenly saw the back of Lao Tian in front of him, and Lao Tian had already walked in front of him.

They all went ahead.

Zheng Fan continued to walk down,

But he heard Lao Tian's voice coming from behind him:

"Did you see it?"

Zheng Fan trembled,

Subconsciously wanted to turn around, but held back, and vaguely understood.

Because I lack some things, I am stuck in this realm, unable to enter, or even unable to see the way, appearing very confused;

Lao Tian,

It is to help myself to make up for the lack.

It's not some enlightenment, nor is it some kind of teaching, but to use my own back, in front, to lead the way for myself.

This is no longer something Wufu can do.

This is something that can only be done by a truly powerful qi refiner... The immortal guides the way!

The purpose of guiding the way is to understand the way.

Old Tian's voice came from behind him again,

road:

"Remember this scene, remember this section of the road, it doesn't mean that you will break through once you go down the mountain, but remember it in your heart, take it out from time to time and recall it for a while, the realm will gradually become clear, your The talent is good, but it may just go too smoothly and something is missing.

But this is not wrong, it goes smoothly and everyone envies, what is wrong?

It is the real obsession to find a pit to jump into, and it is really unnecessary.

Good luck,

just take it,

Take it with peace of mind,

Accept it generously.

I want to see you,

live,

Be calm all your life. "

"My lord..."

"Don't rush, don't panic.

this road,

Ben Wang,

lead you away. "