Chapter 267: Sit in the Well and See the Sky

The candle flame danced.

Yang Zaixian, the chieftain from Guizhou, was lying on the bed with his arms around a beautiful girl who was sleeping soundly. He turned around vaguely, closed his eyes and muttered: "Here, bring me some tea!"

"General Yang is so excited..."

Suddenly, a moderate laughter sounded in the room.

Hearing this laughter, Yang Zaixian was stunned for several breaths with slow thinking, and then he suddenly got up and subconsciously reached out to grab the sword on the bedside, but he reached out and grabbed nothing.

His expression changed drastically, he grabbed the brocade quilt and held it in front of him, opened his arms to protect the two beauties behind him, and shouted in shock and anger: "Come here, come here!"

Along with the shouts, there were several sounds of heavy objects falling to the ground from outside the house, and several tall figures in fancy clothes opened the door and rushed in with swords and swords.

"Keng..."

The sound of Qingyue's long sword being unsheathed was heard, and a sharp sword flew toward the door like lightning, and was inserted into the bluestone floor as easily as chopsticks piercing tofu. The blade trembled to stop a group of well-dressed warriors.

A group of well-dressed warriors looked at each other in horror, and saw a powerful figure wearing night clothes and an iron half-mask on his face, sitting on a square table in the center of the house, pouring a pot of wine. Drink by yourself.

Experts can tell when someone makes a move, and the man in black's move is extremely impressive. None of the many well-dressed warriors present have the confidence to catch his move.

The man in black was drinking alone and said quietly without looking back: "Don't be nervous. I came to have a chat with your general. I don't want to kill anyone."

Yang Zaixian glanced at the saber still swinging on the floor with a livid face, then at the man in black wearing a golden sword in front of the square table, and asked in a deep voice with a strong southwest accent: "Who do you honor?"

"Easy to say."

The man in black chuckled and said: "The building outside the building, the golden envoy."

Outside the building?

Yang Zaixian looked at the door with confusion at the personal guards who he had spent great efforts to recruit from various sects in the southwest, and he keenly noticed traces of fear on their faces.

His heart sank slightly, but he still showed the aura of a hero. He put down the brocade quilt to cover up his shame, cupped his fists and said: "It turns out that it is the Jin envoy in front of you. I have admired your name for a long time. I am very happy to see you today... Dare I ask Jin?" I came to look for Mr. Yang late at night, but what do I need from Mr. Yang? "

He also realized that if someone was here to take his life, he would have passed away just now in his sleep. How could he wait until now?

The man in black raised his head and looked at him with strange eyes: "General Yang, why don't you put on your clothes and let's talk in detail?"

"Hahaha……"

Yang Zaixian laughed boldly, pulled the brocade to cover the two beauties behind him, and walked up to his feet openly: "Then forgive Yang for being rude!"

The man in black glanced at the two beauties on the bed who had been protected by Yang Zaixian all the time. He turned his head and looked at the group of well-dressed warriors at the door with a smile: "Who is Deng Wuxie, the master of the Bashan sword field?" ? Come and talk!”

When a group of well-dressed warriors at the door heard this, they subconsciously turned to look at the extraordinary young swordsman in the front who was wearing a blue gown.

Yang Zaixian paused in putting on his clothes, and then continued to put on his clothes as if nothing had happened... This Deng Wuxie was his number one master!

The young swordsman's eyes flickered for a moment, then he sheathed the long sword in his hand, stepped forward and held the sword in his hand: "Deng Wuxie is rude!"

The man in black stretched out his hand towards the seat opposite and made a "please" gesture.

Deng Wuxie slowly sat down with his body stiff.

Yang Zaixian, who had already casually put on his underwear, turned around at the right time and waved to the group of well-dressed warriors standing at the door: "Brothers, go and do your own work. Instruct the kitchen to bring up several tables of hard food, and you can also have a drink." To get rid of the cold, don’t be greedy for drinks..."

A group of well-dressed warriors clasped their fists and handed over their hands with shame on their faces, and walked backwards out of the room. They still held their swords tightly with one hand and stared at the man in black.

When the man in black saw this, he secretly thought: ‘What a trick! ’

Yang Zaixian tied up his clothes and sat down at the square table in the spacious aisle. He picked up the wine bottle on the table with one hand and flipped up the tea bowl on the table with the other hand to pour the wine: "Come, come, come. It is often said in dramas that 'it is better to meet by chance than an invitation.' It’s a great honor for Mr. Yang to meet the envoy tonight... Mr. Yang offers a bowl to the envoy!”

He picked up the wine bowl with both hands and was about to drink it all in one gulp.

"slow."

The man in black held down his wine bowl with one hand and said with a smile: "I am not related to General Yang, so I won't drink anymore. I only have a few words to say, and I will leave after that!"

Yang Zaixian smiled and turned around to pull the wine bowl back: "We were not friends before, just finish this bowl of wine... Yang does it, the gold envoy does whatever he wants!"

He raised his head again and drank it all in one gulp.

The man in black looked at him indifferently, without any intention of touching the wine bowl in front of him.

Yang Zaixian didn't feel embarrassed when he saw this. He put down the wine bowl and picked up the wine pot again.

The man in black said at the right time: "So that General Yang will know that I am here to bring a message to General Yang on behalf of the second master."

Yang Zaixian held down the wine pot for a moment, and was wondering who the "Second Master" was. Deng Wuxie, who was sitting next to him, suddenly lost his voice and said, "'Zhongshenjun' Yang Erlang?"

The man in black and Yang Zaixian glanced at Deng Wuxie at the same time.

Deng Wuxie was frightened, and unconsciously let go of the sword in his hand, lowered his eyelids, put his hands on the table, and sat upright.

Yang Zaixian saw his reaction in his eyes, withdrew his eyes and cupped his hands with a smile on his face: "Please give me some advice from the Golden Envoy!"

The man in black retracted his gaze and said slowly, "Second Master ordered us to tell General Yang: Remember why you are rebelling. If you want to rebel, do it with the spirit of a rebel king, and don't make trouble like a low-class bandit..."

It's not much, but it's easy to understand.

But Yang Zaixian still bowed uncertainly and said: "Yang is a rough man, I have not been to school for a few days, please give me some advice... Second Master, what do you mean by this?" The man in black suddenly smiled: "Didn't General Yang raise his army to rebel against Wei in the name of 'unbearing the oppression and humiliation of the government'? Second Master means that General Yang should take revenge if he has hatred and grievances, find the right people and kill the right people, and don't point the army at the people!" "This..." Yang Zaixian subconsciously glanced at Deng Wuxie beside him, but still only saw a little panic on his face. He didn't know how to answer for a while. He racked his brains for a long time, and then bowed with embarrassment: "Let Envoy Jin know that although the heads of the families have elected Yang as the leader of this uprising and obeyed Yang's orders on the surface, In fact, they are all independent and have their own troops. I am afraid that Yang is powerless to restrain them..."

"General Yang, don't worry."

The man in black smiled lightly and said, "General, just tell the second master's words to the local chieftains. Whoever doesn't follow the rules will die. Dozens of them will die, and the rest will always know what they can and can't do."

Without waiting for Yang Zaixian to speak again, he continued, "General Yang, you may ask Deng Shaoxia about what business my Louwailou does later. I may as well tell you that a large number of capable people from my Louwailou have entered the southwest and are watching your every move day and night..."

"That's all I have to say. I hope General Yang will take care of himself!"

After saying that, he got up and left. After a few steps out of the door, he jumped and disappeared into the endless night.

As he left, Yang Zaixian's face gradually became uncertain, and violent colors flashed in his eyes from time to time.

He was not stupid, of course he could see the threat in this person's words... In order to convey a sentence, they could sneak up to his bedside in the middle of the night. If they wanted to take his head in the future, wouldn't Yang Zaixian have to be a fool?

"Sir."

Deng Wuxie stood up with a sword in hand, and said, "We are not good at guarding, please punish us!"

"Hey, Brother Deng, what are you talking about!"

Yang Zaixian suppressed his anger, forced a smile and stretched out his hand to help him up: "Don't the old sayings say that there is only a thousand days of thieves, but no thousand days of guarding against thieves? To be honest, it is also because we have been unstoppable and smooth along the way, and we have never guarded against such despicable means, and we were careless... I believe that after this incident, the brothers will definitely be more careful and will never make such mistakes again."

Deng Wuxie smiled bitterly... Can he tell Yang Zaixian that even if they do their best to set up defenses, they may not be able to guard against this gentleman?

The Five Elements Envoys of Louwailou are great figures who can rival the Hall Masters of high-ranking sects such as the Mingjiao and the White Lotus Sect!

With their few materials, are they qualified to compete with Louwailou?

Yang Zaixian couldn't hear his inner voice. Seeing that he smiled bitterly and said nothing, he just thought that he was guilty and knew his mistake. He patted Deng Wuxie's shoulder with satisfaction and asked, "This man is so arrogant. What kind of business does Louwailou do?"

Guizhou is located in a remote corner. Although Yang Zaixian was originally a local emperor and had a certain amount of knowledge, it was obviously not enough.

Deng Wuxie replied: "My Lord, Louwailou is the biggest news dealer and assassin dealer in the martial arts world. Their spies are all over the thirteen provinces of the Wei Dynasty, and their assassins are as numerous as crucian carp. They have assassinated high-ranking officials and leaders of martial arts schools several times, and rarely fail... With the ability of Louwailou, they said they would keep an eye on your every move, and it is not empty talk!"

The implication is: people are not arrogant, they are really powerful, you'd better listen to the advice and don't do anything reckless, otherwise we can't protect you!

"Spy, assassin?"

Yang Zaixian stroked his hair and said, "No wonder he comes and goes without a trace... The 'Second Master' you mentioned just now is the Yang Erlang who executed corrupt officials and killed King Ning in Jiangsu and Zhejiang?"

Deng Wuxie glanced at him and reminded him carefully, "There is only one Second Master in the world, that is 'Zhongshenjun' Yang Erlang. He is called 'Second Master' in the martial arts world. Although you are not a martial arts person, you'd better have some respect for the Second Master. The Second Master has close friends all over the world. If they hear about it... it may cause a disaster!"

"Is he very good at martial arts?"

Yang Zai frowned and asked in confusion, "How is he better than Brother Deng? How is he better than the 100,000 good men in the southwest?"

He asked sincerely.

Deng Wuxie almost lost control of his expression. With his eyes twitching, he held his sword and said, "Thank you very much, sir, for thinking so highly of me. You compare me with the Second Master... You really think too highly of me!"

Yang was shocked again: "Is there such a big gap? What if Brother Liu and Brother Zhang are included? Can they fight against Yang Erlang?"

His shock was not fake. He knew very well how good Deng Wuxie's martial arts were. Last time, he led his troops to fight against the imperial army. Deng Wuxie protected him and defeated the enemy. The army marched through the enemy like a flat ground. There was no enemy under the three-foot sword. He was already shocked!

With his poor imagination, he really couldn't imagine how earth-shattering it would be when someone with martial arts several times higher than Deng Wuxie took action?

Deng Wuxie listened to his shocking words, he hesitated to speak, stopped and prophesied, and it took him a while to think of a metaphor: "I am not a man of the world, so I don't know that the weight of the four words 'No. 1 in the world' is normal. Let me tell you this, the gap between you and the second master is like the gap between you and the Wei Dynasty. "

Yang Zaixian thought about it seriously and said doubtfully: "That's not too big!"

Deng Wuxie added cautiously: "What my subordinates are talking about is... the gap between you alone and the entire Wei Dynasty."

He thought that this metaphor was very appropriate. After all, according to rumors, the Wei court had nothing to do with the second master!

Yang Zaixian asked in disbelief: "Doesn't it mean that even thousands of troops and horses can't stop this Second Master Yang?"

"Can't stop it!"

Seeing that he was still unwilling to give up, Deng Wuxie simply said: "Whoever he wants to kill, no matter how big the world is, there is no place for that person to stand up. Even he doesn't need to take action personally, he only needs to say a word, Mingjiao, The White Lotus Sect, the Five Poison Sect and other high-sect sects will come to the door, twist off the person's head, prepare it, sprinkle it with spices, put it in the best nanmu box, and send it to the old man respectfully. ...If you still have any doubts, please ask the altar master of the White Lotus Sect to come and ask him for advice face to face.”

Yang Zaixian's eyes twitched and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

At this moment, his state of mind was probably... If I had known that martial arts training had such a promising future, why would I have been an official or rebel?

Rebellion cannot save Southwest!

He pondered for a long time with a complex expression, and suddenly asked cautiously: "Since the second master is so powerful, can we... hmm?"

He gave Deng Wuxie a look that could only be understood but not explained.

When Deng Wuxie saw the look in his eyes, she was speechless and wished she could pull out her sword and poke ten or eight transparent holes in his body to let him sober up: "Sir, you must not have such unreasonable thoughts. Second Master's will never happen again. How can a person be used as a sword? Since the old man brought the words to the Lord, it means that he regards the Lord as the leader of our Southwest Rebel Army. No matter who makes a mistake, the old man will definitely take the blame. Let’s blame it on my lord... How do you think you are compared to Prince Ning back then?”

The implication: Even Prince Ning couldn't escape the blow to the head when he put trouble in the hands of the second master. How can you, Yang, show your ability again?

After hearing this, Yang Zaixian's expression changed with uncertainty for a long time. Finally, he suddenly slapped himself hard with his backhand. He stood up and solemnly raised his hands to Deng Wuxie and said, "A mistake in one's mind almost made a big mistake. Thank you brother Deng." Frankly speaking out and admonishing can make a certain family repent and rein in their horses..."

Deng Wuxie helped him up quickly with quick eyes and hands. He kept saying "I don't dare", but he already had no idea in his heart.

The second master intervened, and it was obvious that things were lost here!

You have to go, go quickly, you can’t follow these grass-headed kings all the way to the dark side...

Yang Zaixian didn't notice the strange look in his eyes, and was still thinking urgently about how to convey this matter to the chieftains everywhere.

"Come here, please quickly invite the heads of each family to come for a banquet..."