[Ming History + Legend of Lu Xiaofeng] Ninety-five Supreme

Lu Xiaofeng said more than once that he wanted to go to Taihu Lake, but he never made it back. This time he was very excited, but before he had gone for a long time, a person rushed over and said that someone was already waiting for him.Afterwards, along the way, Lu Xiaofeng became listless, a little absent-minded, with erratic eyes.

Seeing him like this, Zhu Yijun felt a little impatient, and said, "Go if you have something to do, I didn't intend to be with you."

After hearing this, Lu Xiaofeng was a little happy that Zhu Yijun understood, but hearing what he said both in and out of disgust was also a shoulder, and most of that joy disappeared, looking at him as if he had been greatly wronged.And he swallowed the words thinking of making him wait here, probably knowing that it was impossible after saying it.

Lu Xiaofeng touched the mustache on his lips with his fingertips, his eyes lit up, and he said: "I heard that there is a temple fair in the south of the city, it looks quite lively, you can go there first, and then it will not be too late to go to Taihu Lake. I said hello to my friend, and I will go there immediately, waiting for you there."

Zhu Yijun smiled after hearing this, raised his jaw slightly, and didn't say yes or no.Behind him, Lu Xiaofeng babbled about where the temple fair was lively and interesting, trying to find one or two things that attracted him, and finally took Zhu Yijun's hand and walked towards the south of the city while Zhu Yijun wasn't paying attention.

Seeing his stupid action, Zhu Yijun pushed Lu Xiaofeng and said, "Are you still finished?"

Lu Xiaofeng let go with a smile, stared at Zhu Yijun for a while, and then said: "You have to wait for me."

Zhu Yijun looked at him, his face was hazy and mysterious under the warm sun, there were too many emotions in Lu Xiaofeng's eyes, Zhu Yijun felt scalp numb from his gaze, and didn't want to meet his eyes, when he took a step further, he waved his hand to interrupt up.

Lu Xiaofeng saw that Zhu Yijun really didn't mean to keep him at all, and felt a little helpless about his incomprehensible style, so he sighed in his heart, he should take his time, then turned and left.

After Zhu Yijun turned around, the impatience on his face slowly subsided, and a little smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

After Lu Xiaofeng left, Zhu Yijun returned to his previous state, walking all the way to see that there was no difference, but this road was going south of the city stop and go.

When he finished picking things at a small stall and handed the things in his hand to the guards, he found another person blocking him.At first Zhu Yijun thought it was Lu Xiaofeng who was going back and forth, so he raised his eyes in surprise, but when he caught sight of the impeccable white clothes, he dispelled this idea. A vulgar red cape.

The guard closest to Zhu Yijun didn't recognize the man in white, and stood in front of Zhu Yijun vigilantly, but Zhu Yijun raised his hand to let him avoid it. If the person in front of him wants to attack, you alone can't stop him.

"City Lord Ye?"

Surprise flashed across Zhu Yijun's eyes, and his face showed a slight surprise, but only he knew how true or false it was.

Ye Gucheng nodded with his expression unchanged, his body was printed with solitary pine, and his clothes were whiter than snow. His sword intent was no longer as sharp as it was a few years ago, but Zhu Yijun recognized him at a glance with those cold star-like eyes.He didn't have a sword in his hand, but his swordsmanship was even more unfathomable, and the coldness around him was as inviolable as the ice and snow of distant mountains.

They blocked the front of the small stall, and the owner of the stall saw that the two men had an extraordinary bearing, and even though he delayed the business, he didn't dare to tell them to go away. For a while, he couldn't help complaining in his heart.

Zhu Yijun smiled lightly and said, "I haven't seen you for many years, I never thought I'd meet City Lord Ye here." He said unintentionally, looking in a good mood, and asked, "I don't know why the City Lord came here alone?"

Ye Gucheng said indifferently: "I once took the son of King Jing as my apprentice, and I would come here every year. Today I have nothing to do and go out for a walk."

Zhu Yijun was not surprised. With his attention to the vassal king, how could he not know that Prince Jing's son worshiped Ye Gucheng as his teacher, and Ye Gucheng would come to the palace to teach at this time of year every year.

"It's just right, I'm fine, so why not go for a walk together."

Zhu Yijun turned sideways and said with a smile.Ye Gucheng nodded, his figure was ethereal without a trace of smoke and fire, his star-like eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of smoke, seemingly absent.

"A few months ago, Baiyun City recorded the matter of Feixian Island and the virtue of sending troops to help. I will definitely not refuse when the day comes." Ye Gucheng said indifferently.When his eyes fell on Zhu Yijun, the voice was cold, but as firm as a rock.

According to Ye Gucheng's pride, he will never do anything that owes favors.That day the Japanese navy fought fiercely with the help of the north wind and sea. If Yang Tingbao hadn't appeared in time, Baiyun City could have blocked it, but he would have suffered heavy losses, and he must have not recovered so quickly.

Zhu Yijun knew in his heart that it was probably Gong Jiu's good deed, so he smiled and fell silent all of a sudden.

Maybe Ye Gucheng didn't like places with many people, the more they walked, the pedestrians on the street were also sparse, and there was no hustle and bustle at all.

Zhu Yijun moved his lips lightly, and asked casually: "City Lord Ye has been in the Central Plains for a few days, and I'm afraid he hasn't seen King Jing yet."

Ye Gucheng said lightly: "Not yet."

Zhu Yijun's eyes lit up, and suddenly they were as bright as stars. He smiled slightly and said, "The city lord knows why I came here."

Ye Gucheng remained indifferent, stood with his hands behind his back, raised his eyes slightly, and said flatly, "Because of King Lu."

Zhu Yijun was taken aback for a moment, with a little coldness between his brows and eyes, he said directly: "Not all of them."

A few months ago, he had received a secret report from the Ningxia Guards Office that the deputy commander-in-chief Qibai frequently contacted the Mongolian Tatars. Qibai was originally a Tatar. In the second year of Wanli, his father was killed for rebelling against the Ming. In [-], the official came to the deputy general of Ningxia. In addition to worshiping military power, he also meant to appease the Tatars.

The Ming Dynasty called the Yuan Dynasty regime and the Mongolian tribes who retreated to the Mongolian plateau Tatars.Ge Da Khan is the seventeenth grandson of Genghis Khan. Since the death of Ge Da Khan, the pattern of Ming and Mongolia has changed for a while, and there are many frictions between Xuanfu and Datong.

The Tatars have occupied the Hetao for a hundred years, and the Ming Dynasty has repaired the war defense for many years. He has enough confidence to fight the Tatars, and even made preparations for a long-term war of resistance.

But this year too many rumors are spreading back to Beijing. Wei Hui, King Jing, Japan, and Tatars seem to be deliberately instigating behind the scenes.

If someone really did it on purpose, at that time, he frowned slightly, but he still couldn't say it out of his mouth.

Because if I remember correctly, Ye Gucheng is a descendant of the former Yuan Dynasty, and now he should be a member of the original Tatar tribe.

"King Lu has returned to Beijing safely, and I will also go to the capital in a few days."

Ye Gucheng's voice fell in his ears, like a big pearl shattered into a jade plate, and it seemed that there was a glimmer of light floating in his eyes, and it disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Zhu Yijun's eyes moved slightly, and his heart paused, but he didn't intend to go into the details of why Ye Gucheng knew that King Lu had returned to Beijing.Because no matter from that aspect, it is enough that Lu Wang is safe and sound.

"I don't know what the city lord will do when he goes to the capital."

"Swords."

After Ye Gucheng finished speaking, his expression was solemn, his thin lips were pursed into a sharp line, his sword eyebrows were slightly raised, with a bit of awe-inspiring sword intent.

Zhu Yijun's expression turned serious, and he said, "Ximen Chuuxue?"

Ye Gucheng's sad and joyless face showed a bit of excitement, and he continued slowly: "If you can compete with him, it will be a great joy in your life!"

But for a moment, Ye Gucheng's eyes were calm again, with misty eyes, and the warm sun at noon could not melt away the coldness around him.Seeing this, Zhu Yijun frowned, and said calmly: "This battle must be very exciting."

Ye Gucheng nodded, he didn't answer, and there was no need to answer.

This battle must be exquisite, both of them are peerless swordsmen born in the world, no matter who dies, it is an irreparable loss.The most frightening thing is that both of these two people use murderous swordsmanship, as soon as the sword is drawn, one of them must die!

Zhu Yijun looked up at Ye Gucheng, paused, and the smile on his face suddenly faded, "Have you agreed on a time and place?"

Ye Gucheng said lightly: "Not yet."

Zhu Yijun's brows trembled, the sparks in his eyes danced, and a flash of inspiration flashed, but after a while, he slowly said: "How about the top of the Forbidden City."

King Jing's people were looking for him everywhere. Although Ye Gucheng didn't have a sword in his hand, if he wanted to kill him, he would use his body as a sword, and Zhu Yijun couldn't resist it.It would be the best if the Forbidden City's subordinates cast a net to catch King Jing in one go.If Ye Gucheng is defeated, the imperial physician of the inner palace can also save him.Ye Gucheng is not a person with an evil heart, the sword in his heart is so strong and strong, how can a person with an evil heart hide a sword in his chest.

At this moment, he had forgotten what to say if the great Confucian scholars in court knew that Qianqing Palace had become a martial arts arena.

Ye Gucheng remained silent, his eyelids moved slightly, his expression was indifferent, and he said slowly: "Okay."

Ye Gucheng's ability to spread this troubled water was surprising, but his attitude now is even more incredible.A person who sincerely cultivates the Supreme Sword Dao should be completely indifferent to this kind of thing.

Zhu Yijun squinted his eyes, with a light smile on the corner of his mouth, and said: "I often listen to people, Baiyun City has beautiful scenery and simple folk customs. If I really want to go and have a look, I will trouble the city lord."

Ye Gucheng kept walking, looked up at the sky, his expression was indifferent, in his eyes as clear as a pool, the indelible coldness disappeared a lot, with a thin layer of light smoke and impenetrable emotions.

"it is good."

Zhu Yijun smiled, with a faint smile in his eyes.

They had already passed the end of the street, and were about to go around to the next alley, at this moment, Ye Gucheng suddenly looked at another fork, and saw a young man in brocade clothes and luxurious clothes with a few guards coming over.

Ye Gucheng's expression remained unchanged, and with a movement of his body, he was blocked by the entrance of the alley.

King Jing's son stepped forward to see Ye Gucheng standing there alone, he was slightly taken aback, and then smiled and said: "What a coincidence, I didn't expect to meet Master here."

Ye Gucheng nodded and remained silent.

King Jing's son chuckled twice, saw Ye Gucheng walking away, suddenly thought of the person he saw just now, and said: "Who was the master talking to just now, I'm far away..."

His tone froze, his body seemed to be pressed down by a mountain, and he couldn't breathe for a while, and he couldn't speak the following words.

Ye Gucheng's expression was alienated, his star-like eyes were cold and clear, and there was a surging and aggressive aura in his eyes.

Prince Jing's face was pale, and just when he thought Ye Gucheng was going to kill him, the pressure suddenly dropped and disappeared without a trace, and Ye Gucheng's cold voice was heard again.

"Let's go back."

King Jing's son took two steps back as if he had been pardoned, his right hand gradually closed his fist, and then he returned to normal, and followed the man in white clothes.