Chapter 2173: After a Long Drunken Streak, He Despised the Nobility
Shangguan is the direct disciple of Fu Zhaofan, the Siming Master of Nandou Hall. He is a first-class sect genius, one of the masters in the realm of the gods, and a person who is destined to take over the power of the sect. What kind of danger could he encounter?
In other words, if he encounters danger, he can find his master, any of the six masters of Nandou, or even Changshengjun. How can he find his friend in the Great Illusion Realm, Zhao Tiezhu, who is thousands of miles away?
Unless he has tried all the ways and calculated all the possibilities.
Unless... the Nandou Hall is in trouble.
Looking at the world and the border of Nandou, who can make Shangguan send such a desperate call for help, and the letter only has time to write two words... except for the great Chu, who else can it be?
Zhao Tiezhu, no, Zhongshan Weisun is a smart man.
The first time Zhao Tiezhu saw the letter, he was worried about his friend.
Zhongshan Weisun had to think everything through at the second glance.
What Nandou Hall did, whether it should be liquidated, why it was targeted... None of it matters. This matter is related to Chu State, and it is the only important thing.
So, can Zhongshan Weisun be the master of Yingyang Mansion?
Can Yingyang Mansion represent Jing State?
What reason does Jing State have to save people from Chu State?
These three questions are more serious than one. Each one needs more thinking than one.
And Zhongshan Weisun got stuck on the first question.
Huang Sheli is the apple of Huang Fu's eye, and she is loved by everyone. She is willful and free, and lawless. Even if she wants to sell Huanglong Mansion and let all Huanglong Guards go to farm, her obedient father will only applaud.
He Zhongshan Weisun is different.
He has been "other people's children" since he was a child, and he is the person his grandfather hopes he will become. He is what the heir of Zhongshan family should be like.
He must be excellent, sensible, both civil and martial, and likable.
He cultivated a killing method, read the various schools of thought, learned to be good at dancing, and mastered both civil and military strategies.
He was admired by his elders, looked up to by his peers, and respected by his subordinates... When he was a child, who would not say that the children of the Zhongshan family were sensible? When he grew up, who would not say that the Zhongshan family had successors?
In all the major decisions in his life, he never violated the wishes of Zhongshan Yanwen!
So he naturally needed to know that Zhongshan Yanwen would never, absolutely, absolutely not agree to him intervening in the affairs of the Chu State to save a "traveler friend" in the Taixu Illusion.
He sat in the Taixu space in silence.
From time to time, there were still flying cranes flying over, and people kept reminding him enthusiastically, repeatedly reminding him what kind of iron plate he had hit in the Taixu Illusion.
He just sat.
The flying paper cranes were like unclear characters, writing hazy articles.
Sometimes they looked like a "Bodhi Sitting Dao Sutra", sometimes like a "General Theory of Five Punishments", and sometimes like the names of Shangguan and Jia Fugui.
In the end, they were all "save me".
After an unknown amount of time, the flying paper cranes in front of him accumulated and stopped outside the Taixu space, waiting for him to read them. He did not look at them again, and stood up and left the Taixu fantasy.
Zhao Tiezhu sometimes wondered, what is the difference between fantasy and reality?
Where do humans live without wearing masks?
The mattress was very thin, the camp bed was very hard, and even the burrs on the wooden board were still there.
At the level of Zhongshan Weisun, is it still necessary to "work his muscles and bones and starve his body"? Zhongshan Weisun certainly had doubts, but Zhongshan Yanwen also lived like this.
Zhongshan Yanwen was famous for treating his soldiers well. The generals under him were all dressed in fine clothes and fed with delicious food, and they lived in luxury outside the barracks.
He was the only one who treated himself harshly, and he also asked his grandson to do so.
Food, clothing, housing and transportation all seemed like "asceticism".
Compared with the "yellow-faced Buddha", he was more like the one who practiced Zen. He was an ascetic monk-like figure among the high-ranking officials of Jing State.
Zhongshan Weisun's extravagant enjoyment outside was usually carried out in the name of socializing. Only "entertaining friends and making friends with talented people" was not restricted.
So Zhongshan Weisun had many friends. He was the most popular one among the aristocratic children of this generation in Jing State.
But Zhao Tiezhu only had two friends.
One had not been heard from for a long time, and the other had just written him a letter.
Slowly sitting up on the camp bed, Zhongshan Weisun's expression was very calm. As usual, he tidied his appearance and slowly put on his armor. He summoned a water mirror, carefully checked his clothes, and confirmed that there was no impoliteness, then put away the water mirror, lifted the curtain, and walked out of the tent.
It was dark, but there were occasional bright colors in the sky, which were sparse stars.
The earth was dark, but there were warm torches on the ground, which were the dangerous eyes of the war beast.
The military camps that stretched for dozens of miles were full of the cold light of swords and guns and the swaying flames, like a cold city of iron and fire.
Zhongshan Weisun walked in such a military camp, he walked in the shadow of the general of Yingyang Guard.
He still smiled, returned the greeting, and showed concern to everyone who passed by, until he walked outside the general's tent.
"Please report to the general, Zhongshan Weisun has something important to ask for." He reported to the guard in a proper manner.
The guard also returned the greeting in a proper manner, went into the tent to report in a serious manner, and then walked out and invited Zhongshan Weisun into the tent.
First the generals and soldiers, then the grandfather and grandson, there is no army without rules.
When Zhongshan Weisun was five years old, he was taught this truth by the cane.
There is a huge plate of mountains and rivers in the tent, filled with yellow sand and wandering demonic energy, which completely replicates the distribution of demonic power in the endless quicksand. In view of the complex changes in the endless quicksand and the chaotic intelligence of most monsters, it is often Running around aimlessly and irregularly, even the demons themselves find it difficult to figure out the distribution of the demons' forces. Therefore, this huge mountain and river disk needs to be re-mapping and updated every once in a while.
After the Yingyang Guards were stationed at the line of life and death, a large part of the huge military expenditure was reflected in this delicate mountain and river plate.
Zhongshan Yanwen sat on the ground in front of the mountains and rivers.
His eyes were so focused, as if he was observing something rare and rare.
Normally, Zhongshan Weisun would wait quietly aside, waiting for Zhongshan Yanwen to ask questions before speaking, but today he couldn't wait, so he walked closer and said, "General."
Zhongshan Yanwen ignored it.
Zhongshan Weisun said again: "General. I am humble enough to do something for you."
Zhongshan Yanwen quietly looked at the mountains and rivers for a while, then said: "I have been looking at the stunning scenery for a long time. When I take this step up, I must stand firm. No matter how much preparation I make, it is not enough. Huang Fu, Lou Yue, Huyan and Jingxuan are all brave, diligent and self-confident people, and they are all waiting and learning."
"Isn't that what it means to run an army? If you want to win an unprecedented victory, you must make preparations that go beyond anything else. Training your troops for thousands of days, building your army for thousands of years, and innovating for a hundred generations can be used for a moment!"
He asked slowly: "How to win?"
Zhongshan Weisun replied: "Preparing the army and preparing for war takes thousands of days and every word and deed."
This is the standard answer in the military book, which comes from the "Gong Policy Book" written by Zhongshan Yanwen.
The Kingdom of Jing was a prosperous military age, and "Gongce Shu" had certain innovative significance and was a well-known work in contemporary military literature.
This military book fully implements Zhongshan Yanwen's military philosophy. He believed that war is a neat art. There must be strict requirements, complete details, and perfection. The process of war can be broken down into countless steps. Each step has its own significance, but it is by no means irreplaceable. Just like the famous Ying Yang Crossbow, every component is neat and easy to replace - once the war beast is launched, everything fits perfectly and the momentum is like a raging wave. Only victory can stop it.
"So when I take this step, I will either achieve enough merit or wait until I have accumulated enough." Zhongshan Yanwen still looked at the mountains and rivers: "Zhongshan Weisun, I don't dare to neglect you, what about you?"
Zhongshan Weisun said: "Even the last general has never neglected himself. Practice three nines in winter and three volts in summer. Work hard and work hard, not just in the spring and autumn!"
Zhongshan Yanwen still didn't look up at him: "Tell me, why did you come to me late at night?"
"I have a friend in the Southern Territory..." Zhongshan Weisun paused, simplified his words, and continued: "The friend I met in the Taixu Illusion Realm, he is a direct disciple of Fu Zhaofan, the master of the South Dou Palace, named Long Boji. He encountered a danger that he could not solve and wrote a letter asking for help. "
Zhongshan Yanwen said calmly: "If he really treats you as a friend and thinks about you, he shouldn't have written this letter to you. At this time, the hegemony will not conquer, and everything will be compromised for Shenxiao. To the east, the Mu Kingdom During the great revolution and the rise of the Li country in the west, especially when our country needs to treat its diplomacy with caution, how sensitive is your identity, but you don’t know? "
"General." Zhongshan Weisun said: "When a person is helpless at the moment of life and death, he asks for help from the person he trusts most. I feel that I cannot blame him for not thinking carefully."
Zhongshan Yanwen said: "You mean I'm cold?"
"I don't dare." Zhongshan Weisun lowered his head and said, "It's just that my friend asked me for help. I don't want to think about too many irrelevant excuses. I only know that I want to save him."
"How do you compare to Long Boji?"
"Strong enough."
"Can you solve the danger that he can't solve by himself?"
Zhongshan Weisun said: "No."
The little old man sitting in front of the huge mountain and river plate shook his head and said in a contemptuous tone: "So you have no ability to save him. You came to beg me."
Zhongshan Weisun knelt down, holding his knees with both hands, and lowered his head: "I... came to beg you!"
"It is impossible for the country to come forward, and this matter does not need to be put up for court discussion. It is really ridiculous. What does Long Boji, who is thousands of miles away, count? Is he worthy of a letter of credence?" Zhongshan Yan Wenleng Said: "Then only Yingyang Mansion will come forward——"
Zhongshan Weisun walked forward on his knees: "General——"
Zhongshan Yanwen had no expression: "Since you know that I am the general of Yingyang Mansion, please tell me now. Is it wise for Yingyang Mansion to come forward to save Long Boji? What does it cost and what can you get? decision, is this choice worth it?”
Zhongshan Weisun opened his mouth to speak, but Zhongshan Yanwen turned back to look at him: "As the captain of the Young Master of Yingyang Mansion, answer my question seriously."
Above the Shaofu Captain, there are the Shaofu Qidu, Shangfu Counselor General, and Shangfu Zhonglang General. Zhongshan Weisun's military position is not really high. But as the commander-in-chief of the Yingyang Mansion, his powers and responsibilities are very clear.
Zhongshan Weisun was silent for a moment, and finally said: "Grandpa!"
Zhongshan Yanwen withdrew his gaze and looked back at the mountains and rivers: "This is the front line of the Jing Kingdom, and this is the military camp of Yingyang Guard. Captain Shaofu, you have disappointed me."
"Long Boji is my friend." Zhongshan Weisun said.
This was all he could say.
However, even he himself felt that this sentence was too pale.
Compared to the interests of the entire Yingyang Mansion, a distant friend of a young captain is so insignificant!
Zhongshan Yanwen's voice became more and more indifferent: "Both the Yellow River Tianjiao of the previous session, Jiang Wang and Huang Sheli are now fighting to the death in the borderland to kill demons. What are you doing?"
Zhongshan Weisun was silent.
Zhongshan Yanwen continued: "With the strength and fighting spirit they have shown, it is very likely that the demons will take action. I sat in front of the Mountain and River Plate and dared not blink, for fear of missing the opportunity - the opportunity to take down a demon. What about you, Shaofu Duwei, what are you concerned about?"
Zhongshan Weisun was silent.
And the night of this huge military camp was silent together.
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After entering the life restricted area, there is a hurdle every hundred miles. The demonic energy is getting thicker and thicker, and the danger is rising exponentially.
Human bodies need more and more power to fight against the borderland world and the ubiquitous "dryness", and they can hardly get effective replenishment in the borderland, and the demons they face are getting stronger and stronger.
When Jiang Wang established the 6,000-mile monument to the limit of the gods, he had already encountered a real demon. With good preparation, he became real on the spot and killed the real demon.
This time, he and Huang Sheli went hand in hand and easily broke through the previous limit and went all the way to the border for 7,000 miles. But he did not encounter a real demon again.
All along the way, there were Yin Demons, General Demons, Yin Demons, General Demons... No matter how many of these monsters gathered, they could not delay the figures of Jiang and Huang.
They simply had no ability to gather into a large army, let alone such an opportunity.
But in the same way, no matter how many such monsters were killed, it was meaningless to Jiang Wang and Huang Sheli.
In the worldview of the demons, Yin Demons are just a resource, General Demons are slaves, and Real Demons are the real demons. It is not until the level of True Demons that they have complete wisdom.
Only the loss of the True Demon level can really make the demons feel painful.
But now they have killed 7,000 miles behind the life and death line, in this place that should be extremely dangerous... Where are the Real Demons?
Jiang Wang looked at Huang Sheli, who was walking leisurely among the demons with the Leiyin Pagoda on his head, and suddenly got the answer. The person he brought with him this time... is too strong!
It's all Huang Sheli's problem.
She was told not to come, but she had to come. The real demons are not stupid, how could they come to die for the ultimate magical power?
"What's going on?" Huang Sheli was surrounded by Buddha's light, and he spoke before Jiang Wang with confidence: "You and Cangming killed too hard over there, right? The real demons on the opposite side didn't dare to come out, so I ran with you for nothing!"
Jiang Wang thought about it, wisely did not argue, and only asked: "Still going forward? Judging from the current situation, we may be able to easily break the border record of General Zhongshan."
"Wow." Huang Sheli said exaggeratedly: "That's amazing!"
The two smiled at each other, without saying anything else, and turned around and flew sideways at the same time.
They also didn't care about this kind of opportunistic record.
Because for such peerless geniuses as them, creating one practice record after another is inevitable. It is just a matter of convenience on the road of practice.
If it is really under this special situation, because of the strategic contraction of the demon clan, it is not an honor for them to plunder the so-called border records.
In this kind of honor that people cherish, opportunistic tricks are the diapers of the weak and the shame of the strong.
"Today, the seven thousand miles line will be clarified!" Huang Sheli stretched his body wantonly, and the Sanskrit sound flew across the sky. Wherever he passed, monsters fell in groups: "Let's see who killed more?"
Jiang Wang flicked the sword and smiled: "For all the heroes who stained their blood on the line of life and death - today is a play!"
The sword tide rolled eastward.
"Gold and white jade buy songs and laughs, and a drunken month despises the king and the prince" - Li Bai.
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Suddenly I remembered that there are still 5,000 words of the year-end extra that I haven't started writing. I'm going crazy.