Chapter 70: No more pretense, I show my cards.
“Xin Zhuo, please take the Qiugong Pavilion copybook.”
A short sentence, but it seems to have a strange magic power, and the four people under the mountain are The four masters from the big family immediately stopped and watched.
Immediately afterwards, everyone from all directions looked over.
The three words "Qiugong Pavilion" may not be anything special when pronounced, but they represent the most mysterious Confucian academy and the location of the strongest military force in Fufeng Mansion and even Bazhou.
The founder, Mr. Dongfang, is a divine dragon whose head is seen but not his tail. The world only hears his name but never sees his person. He seems to represent some kind of glory rather than a real flesh and blood body.
That’s right! It is an honor. In the past twenty years, there have been no fewer than dozens of high-ranking court officials and senior generals in the army who came from "Qiugong Pavilion". It can be called the cradle of official career.
However, the threshold for recruiting disciples is extremely weird, and there are no rules to follow. People with mediocre qualifications such as Su Zefeng, the son of the Su Zhifu, and extremely talented people such as Yuan Yourong of the Yuan family are both members of the group. The contrast is huge, and the others are You can't get in even if you squeeze your head through. And it is said that the number of students in Qiugong Pavilion is always kept at one hundred, and no more will be accepted!
What is the meaning of the copybook sent by Qiugong Pavilion now? And the poster is Xin Zhuo?
Xin Zhuo also looked over and saw the person wearing a white Confucian student robe. He had a graceful figure and flying hair. He passed over the ficus trees and reached the top of the mountain in the blink of an eye.
It's a girl!
He looked eighteen or nineteen years old, with delicate and picturesque facial features, a little baby fat on his face, and a pair of beautiful eyes as clean as a stream of water. After looking around at everyone, he locked on Xin Zhuo and smiled slightly. Very distant, but not rude, he stretched out his white hands and handed over a golden envelope: "Bai Xuanji, a third-year member of the Qiugong Pavilion Mingxin Department, on the orders of Master Qin Yuliu, give you a copybook!"
Voice Soft, with no expected emotional fluctuations, as if this was not a siege or a bloody killing field, but just an ordinary meeting.
Countless eyes from up and down the mountain were staring at the girl and Xin Zhuo, their minds filled with questions.
Is Qiugong Pavilion really going to accept a bandit with a long history of crimes as its member?
Especially those on the side, Yuan Yourong, Su Zefeng at the foot of the mountain, and Murong Yunxi, a member of the Zhunqiu Palace Pavilion, had particularly exciting expressions.
“Thank you!”
Xin Zhuo took the envelope in surprise, feeling...unintelligible.
The girl named Bai Xuanji has drifted away, seemingly unwilling to stay for even a moment longer.
"The boss!" Murong Xiu approached, his eyes shining, "Absolutely amazing! Qiugong Pavilion, weird and mysterious, no one dares to mess with it."
Cui Ying'er and others also came over, their eyes filled with hope.
Xin Zhuo opened the envelope curiously, but there was nothing inside. Looking at the cover again, there were three gilded cursive characters of "Qiu Gong Pavilion", as if carved with an ax and a knife, as if this envelope and three words were enough. Says it all, no other words needed.
"What do you mean?" He still looked at Murong Xiu.
Murong Xiu rubbed his hands nervously and said: "This is a post inviting you to join the cabinet as a student! And this is a treatment only for geniuses. It is said that Qiugong Pavilion has only taken the initiative to post twice in decades. Second post, those two people were born in poverty, but now one is a general of the northern frontier army, and the other is the minister of Dali Temple in the capital. "
Join the cabinet as a student?
This was really beyond Xin Zhuo's expectation. These days, he had always been wary of Shuiyue Temple and Qiugong Pavilion, fearing that the other party would suddenly rise up and deal with bandits like himself. Unexpectedly, he had been silent all this time, and suddenly... I want to accept myself as a student...
What's the reason?
It was me who was having trouble with the government and the four major families during this period. The operation was very smooth, and I touched their high points, or did they see my moon well?
Seeing that Wangyuejing must not be able to do so, he was very confident that such a stupid existence could even calculate the lifespan of the sacrificial spirit. It was so awesome that it would explode and would not be easily discovered.
Perhaps he advanced too quickly in martial arts and his techniques were too weird, which attracted their attention?
After thinking about it for a moment, I didn't care. The game was alive again. Let's take a step first.
He faced everyone down the mountain, raised the envelope and said coldly: "I only wanted to get along with you as a bandit, but I didn't expect that what I got in exchange was endless pursuit. Okay, don't pretend. It’s a showdown!
In fact, I am close friends with the masters in Qiugong Pavilion, especially Master Qin Yuliu. We are close friends at first sight, and we often sleep together and chat about the world. Big things, let’s talk about it in depth...”
The dark crowd at the foot of the mountain was at a loss. Yuan Yourong on the side and Su Zefeng at the foot of the mountain were extremely shocked. What was he talking about? Sharing the same bed with Mrs. Qin Yuliu? Will Mrs. Qin, a cold woman like that, agree? Real or fake?
Xin Zhuo's words continued: "Not only Master Qin, but also the master of the pavilion has expressed his intention to accept me as his disciple many times, but I declined them all. I think a person must first have principles. I am not talented, but I have no talent. I also want to make a career through my own efforts...
Okay, that’s it. If you still want to continue and don’t give me Qiugong Pavilion face, then please do so! ”
There was silence at the bottom of the mountain.
Does Qiugong Pavilion really think so highly of Xin Zhuo?
If this is false, then only the gifted students had a copybook that day, and What's the explanation?
"Afeng, Qiugong Pavilion really has a subtle relationship with Xin Zhuo?" Su Miaojin suddenly understood why Xin Zhuo dared to act so boldly.
Su Zefeng's face was tangled and hesitant: "No way? I've never heard of it, how could it be possible? It's just a thief, are the ladies crazy?"
"What should I do? ”
The faces of the four families in front were extremely ugly, and they looked at each other, seeking answers.
No one can give the answer. Just a copybook is enough to make Xin Zhuo invincible!
At this critical moment of the stalemate, a horse came galloping from a distance. The man on the horse was wearing armor and looked panicked. When he came to the nearest place, he raised a black token and shouted:
"I The army was defeated and retreated to the city. The Xiong Fengshan rebels and most of the three thousand barbarian soldiers from Zhuyang of the Dongyi Kingdom were approaching. The prefect and the general had orders that everyone should return to the city immediately to assist in the city's defense, and the city gates would be closed at midnight tomorrow! "
After that, he beat the horse and returned.
The people all over the mountains and plains were stunned for a moment, and then they jumped up and rushed down the mountain in a mess. People further away immediately turned around and ran away.
If the purpose of destroying the Xin Thief King was to relieve anger and save people, then the defeat of the frontier army and the invasion of the Dongyi Kingdom would be a personal pain and a devastating disaster. When weighing the two, which one is more important? It's clear at a glance.
The experts from the four major families who were still trying to attack just now immediately made a choice to abandon Xin Zhuo and evacuate.
"Xin Zhuo, I want you to look good when we get to Qiugong Pavilion!"
Su Zefeng roared towards the mountain, regardless of whether Xin Zhuo could hear it or not, it was a satisfying roar, and then Su Miaojin left with her bodyguards surrounding her.
Xin Zhuo, Murong Xiu and Cui Ying'er stood together. Looking at the crowd receding like a tide, they couldn't help but sigh with emotion. Life is unpredictable. One moment, I was thinking about running away. The next The crisis was all over in an instant.
At this moment, Yuan Yourong, Chen Guiyan, Murong Lei and Song Dongxi stood up forcibly, with solemn expressions on their faces, and held their hands in a salute: "Master Xin, no matter if you are a bandit, Regardless of whether you are a member of the Qiugong Pavilion or not, you are a citizen of the Zhou Dynasty. Now that foreign countries are invading and rebels are attacking the city, you should consider the severity. Allow us to go back and defend the city."
Xin Zhuo didn't hesitate at all, and immediately stepped aside: "Please!"
Murong Lei's group of people nodded slightly, supported each other and went straight down the mountain.
"What about us?" Cui Ying'er looked at Xin Zhuo in surprise.
Murong Xiu also asked: "Are you still running along the back mountain and the river?"
Xin Zhuo stretched out: "What nonsense are you talking about? I have Qiugongge calligraphy to protect you. Fucheng is busy fighting, the situation is over, it’s time to go home!”
(End of this chapter)