Chapter 262 Is This the Legendary "Contrast"?

Ning Ping'an explained with a smile, then whipped his whip to drive the ox cart towards the outside of the city.

"Teacher, you look a little bit dressed up like this..."

"Something?"

Ning Ping'an turned to look at Ci Song, with a faint smile on her lips.

"Some compromises?"

"The student didn't mean it that way. He just felt that the teacher dressed like this looked too much like a young man."

Ci Song hurriedly explained, fearing that the teacher would think he was laughing at him.

"Your father once wrote a poem, and one of the lines is: When the dead wood still has spring, can't people grow young?"

Ningping said calmly, turned her head and played the melodious flute.

The sound of the flute is melodious, and everything seems to be growing in it, and there are also romantic flowers, and in it there are graceful young people, wielding swords in the sky.

Ci Song listened attentively and gradually became intoxicated by the sound of the flute. The appearance of the two people naturally attracted onlookers. After all, Zhongzhou City was the capital of the Liang Kingdom. It was extremely prosperous and rarely seen like this.

"The sound of the flute played by this young master is really beautiful?"

"Look at her appearance. I'm afraid she's not married yet. Let's go and ask."

"The other young man sitting on the bullock cart is also extremely handsome."

There were already a lot of people near the city gate, and the melodious flute played by Ning Ping'an quickly attracted a group of passers-by to watch, and the group of passers-by talked a lot on the sidelines, and many people thought that Ci Song and Ning Ping'an were Ping An is a performer who deliberately rewards people by throwing silver and gold characters onto the bullock cart.

"Teacher, let's go."

Ci Song was a little embarrassed. He never thought that the teacher would leave the city in this way.

"It's okay, we are traveling around the world, unfettered and free."

Ning Ping'an was playing the flute while driving the bullock cart out of the city. He didn't seem to pay attention to the comments from passers-by.

"I didn't expect that the teacher has such a side."

Ci Song found that he really didn't know his teacher very well. During this trip, he could get to know his teacher better.

Soon the two of them left the Zhongzhou City Gate and drove on the official road.

"Teacher, where are we going?"

Ci Song sat on the swaying bullock cart and turned to look at Ning Ping'an.

"South Korea borders Daliang. This is the first stop of course to go to South Korea and pay homage to an old friend of mine."

Ning Ping'an leaned back on the haystack behind the oxcart, with a piece of foxtail grass he got from somewhere in his mouth, his eyes slightly closed, looking relaxed and contented.

"Teacher, do we need to go to the other six countries during our trip?" Ci Song asked curiously.

"That's not necessarily the case. We will go wherever the oxcart pulls us. If the oxcart pulls us to Yunmeng Mountain, then I will take you to pay homage to your master."

Speaking of this, a smile appeared on the corner of Ning Ping'an's mouth and said: "I haven't been back for a long time. I wonder if Teacher has ascended to the immortal world or is living happily somewhere."

Ci Song looked at the young man Ning Ping'an in front of him and always felt a little uncomfortable. After all, his teacher usually looked like a dignified old man, which gave him the impression of being serious and unsmiling. He didn't expect that he was so casual in private. Free and easy.

But think about it, Ning Ping'an has become famous all over the world when he was young. He is a famous swordsman on the mainland. His style is unparalleled. Now that he has returned to his youthful appearance, his mentality will also undergo some changes.

"By the way, didn't my senior brother prepare a lot of simple-looking clothes for you? Please take some time to change into the clothes you are wearing now. If you meet someone who robs you, I will not help you."

Ning Ping'an turned his head to look at Ci Song and reminded him.

"You are my teacher. If you don't help me, who will? You have to recognize this relationship, right?" Ci Song also joked with Ning Ping'an.

"Then let's make a gentleman's agreement. During the tour, you and I will temporarily sever the master-disciple relationship."

Ning Pingan put his hands behind his head, leaned back on the haystack, and covered his face with a bamboo hat.

"ah?"

Ci Song had no idea that Ning Ping'an would say such a thing. Is this really his teacher? Has anyone been replaced? Is this the legendary "contrast?"

"Ah, what? From now on, you can call me Brother Ning. I'll take a rest while you keep an eye on the cow. Don't let him take us into the ditch."

"oh."

Ci Song nodded, then looked seriously at the road ahead, observing the scene outside Zhongzhou City.

Speaking of which, this was the first time he had seen the scene outside Zhongzhou City up close. There were many people coming and going on the official road. Of course, compared to the scene inside Zhongzhou City, it was naturally far behind. There were also riders Travelers with big horses and foot traders with luggage on their backs walked leisurely, and bullock carts swayed along the official road, which created a different kind of scenery.

In his previous life, Ci Song liked to watch the bustling crowds, watching those people busy and running around, with joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows, maybe this is life.

"Huh?"

Ci Song noticed that a group of carriages and horses dressed as envoys were approaching him. The outermost layer was dressed as Daliang soldiers. They were heading to Zhongzhou City. There were blue flags on the envoys' carriages. There was a big character written on it, but Ci Song didn't know what that character was.

"Teacher, no, Brother Ning, look at what's written on it?"

Ci Song called to his side and said he was looking for Ning Ping An.

Ning Ping'an removed the bamboo hat covering his face, revealing one eye. He turned to look in the direction Ci Song was pointing. When he saw the words on the flag, he frowned slightly, and then whispered: "It's Qi." The envoys of the country, and Daliang's army protected them in the center. It seems that they have concluded an alliance with Daliang. "

"Making a covenant?"

Ci Song suddenly remembered that one of the methods used by the King of Qin in the previous life to conquer Liuhe was to make friends with distant vassals and attack closely. He first used diplomacy to make good friends with distant vassal states to avoid making too many enemies, and in exchange for time to eliminate the vassals bordering his own territory. This principle not only provided a solid strategic foundation for Qin to annex the six countries one by one and finally unify the world.

"Has Daliang already begun to implement the strategy of making distant friends and attacking close enemies at this time?" Ci Song murmured in his heart.

"Speaking of which, as the son of a king with a different surname in Daliang, if war comes, you will definitely fight on behalf of Daliang."

After that, Ning Ping'an put the hat back on and continued to sleep on the haystack.

"War?"

Ci Song responded and continued to look at the carriages and horses in the distance.

As the two teams of carriages and horses got closer and closer, Ci Song could clearly see the surroundings of the messenger's carriage. The soldiers in Daliang stood straight and looked straight. They were obviously the elite among the elite.

"Teacher, if Daliang really forms an alliance with Qi, will the countries neighboring Daliang agree?"

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