laughing soul

The moon and stars are scarce, and it is rumored that the southern barbarian secret land is hidden [-] feet deep underground, which is on the same level as the [-]th hell.

It’s just that this ghostly place must be for some unspeakable purpose. When it was built, it deliberately dug three feet into the ground to cut off the world. Although the depth is not as mysterious as the legend, it is still a deep hole that is hard to find in the world.Probably due to the age, there are even some stalactites of different shapes growing in some places with sufficient water vapor, and the official entrance of Midi is actually hidden under these stalactites, forming an excellent barrier by nature.

It is not so much a secret ground, but more like an underground palace. If the furnishings are more extravagant and wasteful, it will look like a finely carved underground palace.

I have to say that the Southern barbarians really enjoy it, not to mention that such a thing was excavated by the predecessors thousands of years ago, but it is still not outdated today, which shows that their thinking is advanced.

It was icy and snowy outside, but the entire ground dragon was burned inside. Even a person with a cold physique like Chu Yu would have to take off his coat after staying in this underground palace for a long time.

It's not all because it's so hot that it makes people sweat. Chu Yu looked back at the pale Lord Long Live who was wearing his own coat on his back, and saw that this man was also burned by the excessively high temperature in the underground palace. Sweaty, he quickly pulled the neckline to loosen the robe a bit, his body couldn't get cold, so he managed to expose his neck to let in the wind, and the abnormal flushing on his face subsided.

Qiu Sheng was not very clear-headed, and there were no important people around, and Chu Yu's evil face, which had been stretched under the mask of gentleness and kindness all day long, was finally able to see the light of day.

Put the cotton and gold powder on this person carefully, without any convenient utensils at hand, Qiu Sheng's bloody eyes, Chu Yu really didn't have the ability to move, so he settled the person on the soft bed that was blown to pieces , but with a mere turn around, the slightest warmth and softness in his whole body has been retreated completely, his brows and eyes are like hooks, and he is staring fiercely at the person in front of him.

"Tell me, where is the village master?"

They are currently in a very secret place fifty miles away from the forbidden area of ​​the Southern Man. Not to mention living people, they can't even see a single reptile walking slowly on tiptoe. In this fertile land near the south of the Yangtze River Such a bleak scene is quite unexpected.

Only the cold stone wall remained outside the wind and sand, and the cold moonlight reflected on it, refracting a few clear and treacherous lights. The two faced each other in the backlight, with their eyes intertwined, the failure of falling to the ground due to the severe pain of the wound The reporter panted heavily, and said fiercely: "I don't have what Qiu Zizhan wants here... If I pretend to die in your hands right now, tell me..."

The dripping blood flowed all over the ground, and the shaman Chuanmu gasped for several consecutive breaths, then regained the strength of his words from his still warm chest, and said intermittently: "What would Emperor Dayue think?...Cui Wei...Ge Ge Lord...Young Master Chu He Chu?"

Chu Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, and just when the shaman Chuanmu thought that his unsteady thoughts were about to waver and was about to take advantage of the victory to pursue him, he just leisurely spun the long knife twice, and said with a smile: "My daughter-in-law How does my son treat me? Is it possible that the patriarch has to worry about me? It's too useless."

He said this shocking bastard so unquestionably that the shaman Chuanmu didn't even realize it for a while. After a long while, the corners of his mouth trembled and said: "You and Qiu Zizhan...?"

Chu Yu filtered out all the surprised expressions that could contain eggs, then casually turned the long knife around twice, bent his left arm, and slowly scraped the blood-stained blade on the light armor, and said with a smile: "This matter It is no longer a secret in the capital, and rumors have been passed on for many years. Lord Patriarch, the spies you placed next to Zizhan do not seem to be very reliable, how many good shows have you missed?"

The shaman Chuanmu's expression became even worse in an instant, and before a question could be uttered, he was interrupted by Chu Yuliang: "It is said that everyone has their own fate, I think Deng Qi's informant hid better than yours. It’s too much, I don’t know how many days in advance... You don’t need to show your cannibalism to me. The man is not in my hands. You should be eating and drinking in the prison in the capital, and you have become more chubby Look carefully, Zhang Jun is also born with a pretty face, but how could the patriarch not have a discerning eye, but asked this little beauty to do such bloody work? Put it in the bed so that it can be used as a living offering, maybe it will be more useful."

The Lord of the pavilion was originally a person with a knife and an axe, and the words that hurt others would be shot out like a cannonball. Over the years, he learned a lot of stupid words from Qiu Sheng, and he added an accent when he opened his mouth. Very annoying.

Fortunately, the shaman Chuanmu couldn't tell the energy to be angry at this time. Ever since the words "Beijing Prison" popped out of Chu Yu's mouth, he was as unable to move as if he had been immobilized. After struggling a few times, he coughed and spit out two mouthfuls of blood.

When did they know about it?Have those secret transmissions that they thought were seamless have already been neatly arranged before their eyes?Did this man watch the fire from the other side a long time ago, but he folded his arms and smiled until now, before Shi Shiran stepped on the tip of his tail.

It can be seen that in the hands of cats, even death is a luxury.As soon as the shaman Chuanmu spewed blood, Chu Yu quickly grabbed his shoulders, forcibly brought this big man who was not easy to lift, looked around, and placed him on a table. The armchair who survived in the ruins casually took a small medicine bag from his bosom, strangled the man's cheeks, pressed the acupoint on his throat, poured the whole bag in without any explanation, stood up slowly, still wearing light armor The dignified appearance on the body is facing the most embarrassing enemy.

The shaman Chuanmu burst into a more intense cough than before. He waved his arms vigorously, trying to catch Chu Yu's fingers that were too late to withdraw, but he missed, leaving only a handful of dust in his hands.He raised his head in a daze, but only saw Chu Yu's thin and clean jaw like a knife, and his lips that were deliberately pursed into a thin slit.

He let out a wry laugh.

After all, the end of the road.

He snorted coldly: "If that person is really here, and there is no deep friendship in it, why should I risk my old life to hang with you?"

Chu Yu was unmoved in the slightest: "Do you think I really don't know? Such as the next type of thinking that is to save face or suffer the benchmark? If you coax me with a good voice, I can't even ask why, but right now it's already so noisy. To the extent that you don’t threaten and coerce, your Excellency must think that you have been humiliated this time, and it may be difficult to pry this mouth open.”

He sighed slightly, and when he turned around, his eyes glanced at Qiu Sheng: "A stubborn donkey can't turn a corner, it's not the same thing as being cold and strong, don't rely on the blood that should have calmed down a long time ago." Think about it... If you pay money to do things, no one will work for you. Whoever pays the money is the master. You are doing your best to set up a memorial archway, and use your hot face to stick your hot ass. Master Patriarch, I am wronged for you .”

This can be regarded as hitting the point. Normally, at this critical moment, what will happen in the next moment is nothing more than one party taking the initiative to show weakness and avoid facing each other, or fighting to the death.

And for a leader like Shaman Chuanmu who has been used to being arrogant and domineering since childhood, the former is obviously a daydream.

Chu Yu's psychedelic dream all night had been smoothed out on the road, and it was just a small step for the shaman to walk down, so he didn't appreciate it, his right hand was always on the handle of the knife of.

There was a gleam in the eyes of this defeated lone wolf, and his whole body seemed to be bounced off the armchair by red blood, and he came straight towards Chu Yu.

The pavilion master frowned, but not because of the old man who was only half-breathed.

Behind the figure he jumped and struck, there was another person, like a ghost, flying from nowhere to the front of his eyes. The sword edge of the person behind him was even faster than the shaman Chuanmu who had the advantage.

The person who came was wearing a ghost king mask, his body was thin and bony, and his thin skin was completely covered under his head, so he couldn't see clearly.

Chu Yu took a step back and took advantage of the situation to pull the long knife out of the scabbard neatly, only to hear a buzzing sound, and the swords in their hands collided with each other, and their strength was evenly matched.The masked man was attacking while taking advantage of the danger, but he obviously didn't expect Chu Yu to be able to resist this move, and his movement was obviously slow for half a moment, just because of the slight gap, Chu Yu had already pulled out of his boots. With the dagger, he turned his body around and aimed at the shaman Chuanmu who was rushing up.

Cleverly avoiding his chest and chest, he simply pierced into the abdominal muscles of the shaman Chuanmu. In that small piece of skin there was still a knife wound left by Qiu Sheng not long ago. Imagine, plus the dagger was rolled completely in the small poison bottle of Chu Yu's light armor before, the anesthetic personally prepared by the pavilion master Cuiwei will naturally have a miraculous effect, but in a breath, the old man who is still alive He hummed and chirped and stopped moving.

Chu Yu squinted his eyes and glanced at him, leisurely and leisurely inserted the dagger back into its original position, and smiled at the menacing uninvited guest: "The owner of the village is a distinguished guest, and he came from a long way, so I feel disrespected by Chu. sorry."

Only then did the black crow in a long robe smile coldly, raised his hand and threw the mask to the side, twisted his hands in the center of the long sword for some unknown reason, then turned to grab the two short swords and spun up, the two swords were perfectly stitched together The top of the head was chopped off, as if to smash the head of Pavilion Master Jingui like a rotten watermelon.

Still holding back, it seems that just now he didn't try his best.

Chu Yu crossed the long knife and looked at the head: "The village master is too anxious... When old friends meet, shouldn't they chat for three or five days and talk about what is in their hearts?"

So much for the gossip, this woman's attack was so fast and fierce, Chu Yu was forced to concentrate on taking it seriously, and finally found a gap to look back, and suddenly, he took a direct fancy to a pair of blood-stained clothes. s eyes.

Even though his body was covered in bruises and his eyesight was poor, the man still took advantage of this fleeting moment to grin at Chu Yu as soon as possible.

He was slightly stunned, unexpectedly he was caught in the other party's not-so-flattering smile at this critical moment, and it was hard to get back to his senses.

"The front line of the south of the Yangtze River is about to be recovered, and the one who has to work the most is the prince. Without the silver and treasures that the prince supports and donates, how can the entire battlefield survive?"

"Your Majesty Lu's words are indeed justified. My lord, when His Majesty recovers Jiangnan and returns, he will definitely be rewarded!"

"Master Nan's words are wrong. Could it be that Lord Qing'an still cares about those superficial rewards? You set your sights so low that it's not worth mentioning. I hope you don't take this cheap thought The prince relies on him. The characters of the prince and grandson's family, who cares about these trivial rewards?"

The chattering of the crowd was really annoying. Qiu Wei listened patiently for two or three sentences. In the end, even though he was unwilling, he had to admit that he was indeed more tolerant of noisy kings than Ba ​​Jing. Not my little nephew.

Thinking back then, he was a young man who was quick and decisive, with all the corners and corners of his body protruding out, stabbing people around him with dripping scars all over their bodies.When Qiu Wei traveled around the world, he heard that Qiu Sheng managed the smoky imperial court in an orderly manner, and he sneered at it, thinking that it was just a three-point youthful spirit to scare the proud old bones for the time being. Only by experiencing the verbal kung fu of these so-called "Qi and blood loss" old bones, can I suddenly understand Qiu Sheng's hardships over the years.

It really doesn't hurt to stand and talk, the most considerate thing is to go down the river to touch fish.

After many people like Wang Jiusi have gone, the court is more or less clear, but there are always some old chicken shit who have done nothing for many years, lingering on their last legs, and they feel as uncomfortable as a stick in their throat if they don’t deal with it. Come and remove this thorn in the side, but there is a bit of suspicion of framing, which may hurt the hearts of all the loyal ministers present.

Qiu Wei narrowed his eyes slightly, listening to the so-called outspoken advice with expressionless expression, while clenching his fingers secretly, trying to figure out how to get rid of these old things one by one.

Although this Lu Yun is a majestic prime minister, he is actually a veritable idiot, and his sloppy skills on the wall make it a smooth one. At that time, when Wang Jiusi was making troubles in the court, this guy helped a lot.

There is also Zhao Yan, an Inspector, with the name of Inspector Hundred Officials on his head, but secretly doing some shady deeds.It's not yet the year of destiny, but he has gray and long hair all over his head. Presumably, he is just worrying too much. I don't know if this black money in the yin and yang will have a long life to enjoy.

These two people can be said to be two fresh and refined handles among many old bastards. If they want to clean up the court, they must be cut along the top of their heads.But people have been in the capital for two-digit years, during which the luxuriant branches and leaves can be said to have grown to an unimaginable level, and it may not be easy to cut the weeds and roots.

Right now Lu Yun is squeaking and whimpering, Qiu Wei is secretly planning how to use all kinds of power under his hands to uproot this person. He must have thought of some convenient trick, but unexpectedly smiled at Lu Yun.

This poor Da Yue Zuo Ping immediately became dumb. Who doesn't know that Prince Qing'an, who is currently the leader of the dynasty and controls the overall situation, is a wooden man who never smiles for a hundred years?

It is surprising that the thousand-year-old iron tree bloomed. Although it was the premise that Lu Yun tried every means to flatter this man, the iron man smiled coldly, but it still scared the flatterer.

As soon as I panicked in my heart, its effect immediately fell on the tongue that hit my teeth: "Wang Wang Wang..."

Unexpectedly, Qiu Wei still looked at him with a smile for a moment, until he aroused all the goosebumps on the grown man's body, and then smiled nonchalantly: "Wow, what? Can't you call me a dog?"

It's really hard to guess what this man is thinking, his evil spirit is even worse than that of Qiu Sheng's, not only is there no warmth in his smile, but it is cold and makes people shiver.Lu Yun straightened up and knelt immediately: "My lord, please forgive me... I dare not be disrespectful..."

Disrespectful?

The smile on Qiu Wei's face was slightly suppressed, and he said bluntly: "I'm afraid I can't do such a big thing as disrespect if I just let Master Lu's unparalleled soft bones be left alone."

These words are obviously harmful to people's dignity, but at this moment, Lu Yun's ears are 12 points pleasing to the ear, and he hurriedly laughed and said: "The prince knows people with his eyes..."

Qiu Wei didn't want to waste any more words, and the ministers who were more discerning didn't play any more. He slowly pulled the emerald ring fixed on his thumb, bowed his head and said: "Jiangnan has calmed down. An Ding, you can rest assured now. As for the news that the Bank of China is not working in two weeks, you may not believe it at all. Before His Majesty returns to Beijing safely, everything is based on what the king says …Master Dong, Master Hu.”

Dong Qi and Hu Tian both came out: "The minister is here."

"Go back and rectify the situation of silver and goods in many areas near the capital. When the war calms down, the treasury should have enough energy to exchange the paper notes owed earlier. Mr. Dong, the remote areas can be temporarily released, and the surrounding area will be released first. The royal power and wealth have settled down, and when necessary, the imperial forest army in the capital will be transferred to suppress it, and we must not make any deviations when we restore our prestige right now."

Dong Qi stepped forward to accept the military order. Since the old man was bombed to pieces in the First World War in Weizhou a few years ago, his ears are still buzzing. He wore a pair of ridiculous glass mirrors, and a pair of small sesame mung bean eyes looked even more weird and strange in the transmission.

He straightened his back and lowered his head slowly, and heard Qiu Wei continue calmly: "It's very cold, let's go away first... Master Tao, Master Jiang, please stay."

The servant understood, and shouted in a high-pitched voice: "Back to court——"

All the people in the Yizheng Hall scattered like birds and beasts, and fell silent for a while. The servant took a few steps forward and quietly led the servants around, and then turned around and closed the hall door.

There was a little undetectable coldness in the incense, and the prince with a plain face no matter whether he was happy or angry raised his hand and took a sip of the cold Pu'er, even his lips and teeth were faintly chilled, and his voice was low: "It's all good." You who believe, come out."

At least Tao Qinglin is someone who has experienced it once or twice, and he has never been paralyzed by this nonsensical sentence, but it is still a fresh experience for Jiang Chen, who is like a soldier of grass and trees. There was someone else there, almost couldn't hold back the shackles all over his body, but he always endured it silently, looked up at the beams of the house, but almost swallowed the half breath of immortal energy, only to turn pale with fright, Fascinated.

It turned out that there was a man hanging on top of his head. He maintained a bat-like paradoxical posture and remained motionless for a long time, as if hesitating for a long time. He took the time to tidy up his clothes before he swayed down , Kneeling in front of Qiu Wei, kowtowed meticulously: "See the prince."

But Qiu Wei was so stingy that he didn't want to give him a straight look, so he just squinted at him coldly and said, "Choose something concise and to the point, don't waste time."

"Yes," turning around and changing posture to stand upright, the man's words are correct and round, "Master Tao, Master Jiang, the first battle in the south of the Yangtze River lasted too long. During the war, military salaries, ammunition, ordnance and a series of bank transfers in the court are all today's money." Da Yue couldn't afford it. With the help of his previous ten years of traveling around the rivers and lakes, he borrowed money from various sects in the rivers and lakes, and borrowed a large amount of gold and silver from Tianyuan Temple and Wugu Village, so he barely made up for it. The national treasury is in deficit and deficit. With the current power and reputation of the prince, except for the owner of the Wugu village in Southern Xinjiang, the others have given the court decades to slowly repay their debts. No one dares to question what the prince has done."

Compared with Tao Qinglin, who is still inexperienced, Jiang Chen still has a little understanding of Nanjiang, and he also has some meanings: "Will the village master refuse to agree?"

The man in black looked at Qiu Wei's face with a slight side eyebrow, and replied after getting permission: "That's not true, what I'm most afraid of is that the uprising in southern Xinjiang will rebel, and Da Yue can easily smash this small place with a stick. Smash it upside down..."

He paused, and his tone was low: "It's just that right now, this stinky woman covered in poisonous insects has gone to nowhere..."