master and servant

This year is destined not to end peacefully.

After the war that started in midsummer and ended in late autumn subsided, Dayan ushered in a cold and chilling winter.

Emperor Dayan was quite dissatisfied with the performance of the Northwest government army. Jinnan, a defender of Qiancang City who surrendered to the enemy, implicated a series of high officials in the court.

Pull out the radish and bring out the mud. With the downfall of these officials, the powerful families who relied on them also suffered.

Intentionally or unintentionally, many Jianghu sects were also implicated in it.

The emperor not only pursued the officials who neglected their duties, but also dealt with the fact that the King Jin acted beyond his authority and used military power in the Northwest.

Put all the fame on King Jin's head, and put all the crimes on those Jianghu people who have already died.

"Threatening officials with force, seizing food and grass, attacking the guards of the King of Jin, instigating mutiny in the army, acting as a liaison between the defenders of Rouran who defected to the enemy... Seeing that these people held the idea of ​​​​loyalty to the emperor and patriotism, they finally died for the sake of the country. If you can barely make up for your merits and demerits, if you are not enough, you can buy it with money and silk." King Jin held a small cup of hot wine, looked at the wind and snow outside the palace, and whispered the final official announcement.

It is this result, and it is also the result of these family sects spending money on management.

"Brother Huang really hates people in the Jianghu. Forget it, Brother Huang has punished what he wanted to punish, and the rest will belong to me."

As for those Jianghu people who just watched from the sidelines and only wanted to make a fortune for themselves, they were even more severely punished.

Given that Yang Wensi was entrusted with the great trust of the frontier guard and his status as a nobleman above the king of Jin, he couldn't move these people from the rivers and lakes.Conscripting them to the front line to help fight against the enemy, one by one looked left and right, pushed back and forth until the end of the war, and then pretended to please...it was too late.

For a time, there was turmoil in the world, and everyone was in danger.

Hongcheng Villa is the heaviest among the victims.

The young owner died, and the old owner was bedridden in grief. At this time, the government received news that a large number of serial crossbows that were only made and used by the military were found from their house, and they also raised private soldiers. The enemy sought revenge. ...

In the coldest March [-]th season, Hongcheng Villa collapsed.

I don't know how many aristocratic and domineering sects have been uprooted by other local tyrants who have long held grudges together with officers and soldiers, and how many young and frivolous chivalrous sons and daughters have lost their pennies and lived in the rivers and lakes.

Only a few who actively cooperated with the court and won the reputation of "famous and decent" survived the icy snowstorm, carefully put their tails away and behaved in a low-key manner.

The birds and beasts on Beiyu Mountain have all fallen asleep, and only candles stand in the dark night.

The lord of Beiyu Mountain, Qiao Xu, was sitting on the head of the bed, and two beautiful maids aged [-] or [-] were helping him wash his feet.In the steaming heat, his loose sallow skin turned a little bloody, and he couldn't help but sigh in satisfaction.

Standing behind him was a blue-robed young man dressed as a disciple, who was none other than his personal grandson Zhou Pingchang, who was anxiously reading the news from the south of the Yangtze River.

"Master, Your Majesty is serious. Six out of ten sects in the south of the Yangtze River have gone, and the Cao Gang and Hemeng in the Central Plains have also collapsed. The old monks in Shaolin can only chant Buddha behind closed doors, and the old bull noses in Jiuhua Shuzhong Alchemy alchemy, alchemy cultivator, cultivator, what if this evil fire burns on our Beiyu Mountain?"

Wang Qiaoxu stretched out his hand and pointed to a sword hanging on the wall. The length of the sword was three feet six inches, implying 360 cycles of heaven;Inlaid with gold and jade, the carvings are gorgeous.

"Strike each other, cut the neck and neck, and cut the liver and lungs, this is the sword of the common people." Wang Qiaoxu squinted his eyes halfway, enjoying being wiped dry on his feet with a warm dry towel by the maid, and then lying down in the warm bed with his arms. The comfort in the quilt, "Straightforward, supreme, case-forward, luck-forward, above the clouds, below the jedi, this is the sword of the emperor. How can we ordinary people compare with the emperor What about the skill of the sword?"

The old man's fainting and falling a few months ago attracted the attention of most of the genius doctors in the world, who prescribed countless miraculous medicines and gave countless golden needles to treat him, but after more than half a year, his health has not improved, and he seems to be much older than before.

"More than 20 years ago, there was a beautiful woman who did not believe in evil and crossed the river with a sword. She borrowed her strength from a mid-stream painting boat, smashed a white jade cup with a nine-dragon ring, and threw an ingot of gold at random as compensation. Lang Jun has a half-faced relationship—of course it will not be a good relationship. People in the world, relying on their own martial arts skills, count one as ten, and don't pay much attention to the world's etiquette. It is also destined to encounter this catastrophe What's more, Confucianism uses literature to disrupt the law, and chivalry uses martial arts to violate the law. The former is collected by the royal family through imperial examinations and tamed and used. How can the latter be able to live freely?"

After talking so much, Wang Qiaoxu half-closed his eyes, as if feeling tired, he shook his hand, "Go down, go to Beijing at the end of the month to participate in the martial arts, be good, the capital is no better than Beiyu Mountain, tiles can be smashed if they fall As a third-rank official, you should watch more, think more and talk less, you must show your loyalty, but you must also be tactful in dealing with things... The fate of the future depends on you young people yourself."

Zhou Pingchang said yes, bowed respectfully and stepped back.

The martial arts competition in the spring of the coming year will be the first-class event in many years, with the best talents from all schools and factions--it's a world of difference from the previous bleak situation where no one attended and everyone felt that just looking at it would make them lose their grades. .

Gu Zhi was still walking in the white mountains.

Occasionally, a snow leopard that almost blends into the mountain range can be seen, with big black eyes, looking at him from a distance, shaking its long fur tail, sweeping off some snow and ice, and letting them roll down from the cliff.

Looking at each other silently for a moment, the snow leopard would lose interest and find its own way to disappear into the ice and snow again.Most of them will go to the place where there are still some bitter grass and old moss at the foot of the mountain, trying to catch a few wintering rabbits and mice to chat with each other.

Gu Zhi still recalled the few interactions he had with the snow leopard, and continued his journey without knowing where to go.

He stroked the jade box in his bosom over and over again, the cold jade was cool to the touch, not warm for a long time, as if giving him a bit of sober encouragement in his confusion, it quietly turned into a phantom voice and whispered in his ear.

"Just ahead, let's go, keep going."

On days without snow, the sky is high and blue, with occasional white clouds floating out of Xiujian, and the wind whistling past.

There are no words to describe anyone here, extreme loneliness, extreme... freedom.

Gu Zhi was still thinking like this, and slowly breathed out some white mist, and stretched out his hand to warm by the fire.

He knew that it didn't matter whether he found or couldn't find Tao Qiangui.For the first time in his life, he had such an insignificant purpose, or it should be said that it was not a purpose at all.

Just wandering in the mountains as you like, so hard, but so peaceful.

Watching the moon waxing and waning, I lit the fire to bake dry buns, grabbed the prey that the snow leopards were eyeing and skewered meat, sipped the slightly melted snow water, and remembered the sex that happened under the shadow of Tianshan Mountain.

He misses him.

Spring in the north comes late, I don't know if the peach blossoms in the capital are in full bloom, will he be able to go back in time?

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