Chapter 927: Fighting with Tiandou
Zheng Fan has been stuck in the fifth-level martial arts realm for a long time.
From the earliest days, the demon kings knew that their master’s physique had nothing to do with those losers;
The master’s physique was still good.
Of course, there is no way to compare with those truly proud men of heaven, but even if you are thrown into the world, you can still come out with a small head.
In the early days, when Zheng Fan first started to pursue the path of martial arts, he had attracted the attention of many people because of his rapid improvement. However, as Zheng Fan's status continued to improve, more and more soldiers and horses were added to his body, and the number of personal guards around him increased. More and more people in the world no longer talk about King Ping Xi's own strength.
For people above the temple, what matters more is the Jindong cavalry under his command;
For people in the world, what matters more is the people around him such as the Sword Master. Existence;
For the common people,
Well,
The people in the land of Yan and Jin had long been no inferior to King Jingnan in their evaluation of King Pingxi’s personal military power. After a great war, the storytellers in the teahouse often liked to talk about who Prince Pingxi fought against. The story of a three-hundred-round fight that caused mountains to collapse, earth to crack, and water to flow backwards;
He Among the people, because they were shocked by King Pingxi's achievements, they compared him to a devil who wanted to eat two pairs of boys and girls alive at every meal. Naturally, they would not be stingy about writing about his personal military power;
However, only those around King Pingxi truly understand King Pingxi’s dedication to the realm.
Because since waking up,
Zheng Fan himself carries the hope of one person cultivating the whole group to advance.
The Sword Master knows that Zheng Fan insists on practicing sword practice every day to strengthen his body at all times. This perseverance has not been offset by changes in his status;
It is natural here The reason why the prince is very idle in the palace on weekdays, as long as he is not on an expedition, is that if he doesn't spare a small amount of time to practice martial arts, he will appear even more idle.
It’s just that the fifth-level realm is actually equivalent to the “peak of martial arts” in the traditional sense;
If you think about going higher, it’s really not something that a master can teach.
Sometimes, it depends on the accumulation that is so full that you don't know when it will end, plus a trace of just the right luck.
At this moment,
Zheng Fan finally broke through the obstacles in his realm with a burst of spirit and stepped into the realm of a fourth-grade martial artist.
At this moment,
the three present... to be precise, the four demon kings, all became excited at once.
The higher you go, it can be said that one level is one world;
For the demon kings, it is equivalent to them being able to recover more strength, because the proportional base is here.
The simplest arithmetic question is,
Under normal circumstances,
the demon king who follows the master and rises to the fifth level can rely on his rich experience and special characteristics such as blood. Ability, to fight with normal fourth-level masters back and forth, and by surprise, there is still hope to cut off the opponent's head;
And if they can follow the master and rise to the fourth level,
it means that the demon kings have the strength corresponding to the third level.
Third grade,
In this world,
leaving out the existence of the Sword Master and those who may still be hiding in the world, it is already considered The ceiling is level.
A strong man with strength not inferior to the third level can actually go anywhere as long as he doesn't deliberately commit suicide.
A Ming immediately drank the red wine in the glass.
In this atmosphere,
he could no longer maintain that elegance and calmness;
< br>In fact, when I drank red wine this time, I didn’t even bother to touch the tip of my tongue a few more times to savor the taste of this wine as much as possible, because my tongue had to stay to lick more important things.
Xue San was so excited that he clenched his hands into fists and wanted to scream.
Fan Li's eyes were as wide as copper bells,
Then,
he thought of another thing.
At this time, the third master happened to be surprised and said: "Ali, have you seen it? The master has advanced, advanced!"
"Well, we are two trips behind."
"..." Xue San.
The third master sighed,
but quickly raised his spirits again,
said;
"It's okay. This shows that we have more room for improvement than them."
...
The emperor looked at Zheng Fan and said with some doubts:
"Is it imported?"
“Yeah.”
"No, the man named Zheng, along with all the preparations you just made, just to let me see you show off again before returning to the capital to say goodbye? Did you hold it in until now?"
The prince stretched out his hand and put it on the emperor's shoulder.
Then,
strength.
"I..."
The emperor staggered, and then was lifted up by the prince, completely losing his balance.
Eunuch Wei subconsciously turned his hands twice, his chest heaving, but in the end he still did not choose to take action.
"Ji Laoliu." The prince said.
“What are you going to do?”
“Actually, I don’t really want you to die. Even if you die, don’t die so quickly.”
"Oh, put me down."
Zheng Fan did not let go,
continued to mention the emperor.
"Half a year, at most half a year, I will send someone, or I will go to the capital in person to help you treat your illness."
After that,
Zheng Fan let go of his hand.
The emperor landed, stretched his hands forward, and stabilized his body, at least he didn't fall into pieces.
In this world, only King Pingxi dares to behave like this towards Emperor Dayan.
The emperor stood up,
turned around,
He kicked Zheng Fan on the knee.
Then,
the prince raised his legs,
both sides banged their legs.
"Hiss... your uncle's surname is Zheng, how dare you fight back!"
"Plop!"
The emperor sat down on the ground, his calf already red and swollen.
As an ordinary person, and against a fourth-grade warrior, the outcome was actually doomed from the beginning.
Eunuch Wei stood there, still motionless.
Again, before crossing Wangjiang River, it was a simple matter for King Pingxi to want to kill the king. There was no reason for him to protect him in front of King Pingxi at this time.
However, seeing his master being bullied like this makes him feel a little uncomfortable, but his master seems to be enjoying it a little bit.
Zheng Fan knelt down and brought his face
in front of Ji Laoliu.
Actually,
it is not that there are no ways to help Ji Laoliu treat him, or even ways to improve the success rate.
That is to make the demon kings who participated in the operation
become stronger!
In this way, the surgery can naturally be performed more safely, and the only way for them to become stronger is to advance themselves.
Zheng Fan really didn’t deliberately get stuck at this moment to advance;
It can only be said that Ji Laoliu’s “last words” and “arrangements” heightened the mood and atmosphere to that level Finally, I naturally gave myself an opportunity.
It's not easy for me to always make the sword master fall into enlightenment. This time I finally got a chance, and the effect was pretty good.
Look at how hard you have worked so hard for his life, but this guy still doesn’t appreciate it. He really deserves a beating.
Ji Laoliu rubbed his calf and glared at Zheng Fan angrily;
"Half a year." Zheng Fan said again.
"Zheng, I have said it before, I am the emperor, I speak eloquently, and I speak of the constitution. I said that I would rather have those five years of hard work than risk death in pursuit of something. More years, I..."
"After half a year, it won't be May 5th. It may be August 2nd, or even September 1st. It's more likely to be like catching a cold. Many people just get better on their own without doing anything. Many people drink After taking a lot of medicine, I still died.
If this is the case,
Are you still unwilling to treat it?”
The emperor was silent,
subconsciously. The ground swallowed twice;
"What you said...is true?"
"Huh."
"If that's the case, I...I...I think I can try it."
< br>When the success rate is only 50%, it is no different from flipping a copper coin. Under this probability, it is impossible for the emperor to gamble;
But when the possibility of success can reach an overwhelming advantage, the so-called zero And one, it does not apply.
Because if you are really unlucky, you will choke to death even if you drink water.
The reason why Zheng Fan had to wait for half a year was because he needed to spend time working with the demon kings to improve their realm.
The advancement of the Demon King is no longer as simple as it used to be. Now half of the lessons have been missed. If you want to make up for it, it will not be possible overnight.
It can only be said that half a year is the maximum period. What if the tumor in Xiaoliuzi’s brain worsens?
"Zheng, in fact, I have always believed what you said, really."
The emperor sat cross-legged on the ground,
"You said that my life was not long, that I would be ten years at most and probably five years. You said that the treatment methods were only 50-50, and you said that I would be more confident after half a year;
I believe whatever you say;
Even if I don’t know about the illness you mentioned, I just believe it.”
Maybe this is the character. power.
Zheng Fan is a very lazy person. The last thing a lazy person likes to do is to take off his pants and fart.
So, no matter how incredible what he said was, and how difficult it was for him to understand, the emperor's first reaction was... OK, I believe it.
"Actually, it's quite good." The emperor pursed his lips, "It's uncomfortable to be alone. With you here, even if you are in eastern Shanxi and I am in the capital, I will always have a companion in my heart."< br>
“I don’t want you to leave so early, because I don’t want to delay the plan to wipe out Qian Chu.”
“Yes, yes, I know, I know.”
The emperor climbed up from the ground with some difficulty. At this moment, Eunuch Wei was finally able to get close to help his master.
"Zheng, sometimes I imagine what would happen to Dayan if I didn't meet you when I went to Zhenbei Hou Mansion to send gifts that time?
It's difficult Imagine?”
Zheng Fan wanted to say, you can imagine;
You died,
Then your son came to power,
Then it seemed that your son couldn't resist being overthrown, and was probably killed by Tiantian himself.
Dayan died,
The hard work of several generations was wasted.
This,
It’s the ending where I don’t show up.
"Qiu Ba, generally people don't believe in fate, right?" The emperor continued, "I, actually, don't believe it either."
The emperor was helped by Eunuch Wei to get into the carriage, and half of him in brocade clothes kissed him The guards followed the carriage and continued to escort the emperor across the river.
When the carriage started to move,
the emperor opened the curtain,
He held a cigarette in his hand, and Mr. Wei beside him was a little unfamiliar with the cigarettes and helped to light it.
The emperor turned his head,
looking at Zheng Fan standing outside,
smiled:
“I don’t believe in fate because I feel, The so-called destiny is not as exciting as your surname Zheng!”
The emperor left,
the carriage left,
the team left.
Zheng Fan stayed where he was and stood for a long time;
Pixiu came over and nuzzled Zheng Fan gently, asking if he wanted to return home.
Zheng Fan did not get on its back,
but reached out from its specially made saddle and took out a set of chessboards.
Then,
facing The sword master in the distance shouted;
"Old Yu, play a game with me."
......
The bonfire was raised,
the chessboard was arranged;
Tonight, the stars were shining brightly;
Ping Xi Wang forced the sword master and played ten games Backgammon.
After the winner was determined in the tenth round,
the prince put his hands back on the ground and breathed a long sigh of relief, as if he had let go of some of his burdens.
"Because of the emperor's illness?" the sword master asked.
The prince shook his head and said: "Yes and no."
"The relationship between you and the emperor is really good."
"Actually, I'm a very cold person."
"Yes?"
"Yes."
"What about this time?" The sword master was tidying up. The chessboard asked, "I'm afraid the feeling I feel today is the same as when I drew my sword in front of the snow customs.
I'm very curious about what kind of passionate feelings can push you to this point. .”
"It's not just feelings, it's like this game of chess."
The prince pointed at the black and white pieces still scattered on the chessboard;
"Chess is like life, and the chessboard is like The fate of the edges has been divided a long time ago."
"It's the backgammon," the swordsman reminded again.
“Same, same, don’t worry about these details.”
The prince raised his head and looked at the starry sky,
"Old Yu, have you ever felt that you are just like a chess piece on the chessboard, and everything has been destined by God?"
“No.”
“…” Zheng Fan.
When the Sword Master was young, he and his younger brother depended on each other for life. Later, he became a master and entered the Sword Sect. Since then, he has risen rapidly.
When I had free time, I walked around the country, went to Chu State to find a sword maker for a sword, went to Yan State to compete with Li Liangshen in Beifeng County, and felt so free;
Even the so-called "Emperor" was killed. There's more than one.
Jianhu Xiaoyao, he really did it.
There is a saying that people can't help themselves in the arena, but if your martial arts are strong enough, at least in the arena, you can really do whatever you want.
“Cooperate a little bit.” The prince reminded.
"If I have to say there is, it probably happened after entering Shengle City."
After entering Shengle City,
my life seemed to have become a chess piece on the chessboard;
< br>With all kinds of bonds, he can always be persuaded by one person, but that person is very shameless;
But these bonds are his own choices;
The chess pieces have been playing freely outside for a long time, and I really miss the small world of this ancient chess board.
"I am actually fighting against the sky. God, it seems that I am a little displeased with me."
The Sword Master reminded: "It's not a little, but very displeasing."
"So So, if this is the case, the more I want to go against him. Whoever God wants to die, then I will let him live. On the contrary, I will completely oppose him. "
Wang Ye Nian. Play a black piece,
Raised it,
facing the sky,
squinted his eyes.
The sword master smiled and said; "But the final destination of the chess pieces is still on this chessboard."
"Hahahaha..."
The prince laughed,
he recovered in a moment,
wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes,
said:
“But I, it’s just that It doesn’t belong on this chessboard.”
...
Not far away, Xue San, A Ming and Fan Li, who were also sitting around the campfire, were discussing countermeasures in low voices.
Xue Sandao: "I think the Lord will spend a lot of time in order to save the emperor next, just watching us and helping us advance.
How can I be spared from the surgery? What? "
Xue San looked at his hands.
When the Lord has stronger subjective initiative, the difficulty of things should be reduced.
“I can control the blood flow rate, and can also complete blood transfusions and control various indicators.”
A Ming felt that he should be of some use.
In an operating room, everyone can move up. In this round of upgrades, it is obvious that whoever can occupy a position on the operating table will have an advantage.
Fan Li slapped his head,
Said:
“I can do it too.”
Xue San and A Ming looked at Fan Li together,
The third master even smiled directly;
"What can you do, you idiot?"
Fan Li picked up the ax on his knee,
swung it lightly,
said:
“I can open the skull.”
……
The emperor's return to Beijing did not have any substantial impact on Fengxin City.
The soldiers and civilians in Fengxin City still do whatever they need to do.
When the framework and details have been laid out in advance, the entire Shandong has entered into a rapid recovery and operation. At the same time, it has begun to attract people of all ethnic groups from all directions to enter and become a part of this operation.
When we were in Cuiliu Fort, it was just a starting point, when we were in Shengle City, it was just a pilot, and when we were in Xuehaiguan, it was just a blueprint;
After arriving in Fengxin City,
< br>
Everything is gradually transformed into reality, condensing the real atmosphere.
The blind man was wearing a navy blue gown and standing on the battlements.
Not far away, is the returning Lord and his party.
Siniang stood beside the blind man. On weekdays, it was rare to see Siniang holding her own son. Most of the time, she really left it to Magic Pill and Princess Fu to take care of her. .
"Blind man, the emperor's eastward tour seems to be very effective, for the Ji family."
The blind man nodded and said:
"It doesn't matter, I have already put my thoughts on your son. I will look down on the small and the big. When your son becomes an adult, he will not be willing to succumb to others.
Under this premise, or During this period, it is only logical to unify the Xia first.
The chessboard will be larger, and playing chess or flipping the chessboard will be more exciting."
"Haha, you. You gave in too," Siniang said with a smile.
"The Lord is the Lord after all. As subordinates, how can we really disobey him?"
At this time,
the team was already entering the city, Qu Pei Luo led the city patrol officers to take charge of order at the city gate.
Xue San and Fan Li were very excited sitting on their horses and dancing.
"Looking at how happy they are, even A Ming's behavior when drinking is a bit frivolous..." The blind man smiled, "I'm afraid the Lord has risen to the fourth level."
Siniang also noticed this detail.
However, she is not panicking. As the Lord's wife, and also the Lord's son and mother, her position has long been beyond that of other demon kings.
But,
when Siniang was about to turn around and go down to meet the father of her child,
stopped again,
Turning his back to the blind man, he asked:
"Is the emperor's surgery really a 50-50 ratio?"
The blind man stretched out a finger and tapped himself
forehead,
said:
"The tumor in the emperor's brain is benign, and the location is excellent and the structure is safe, so the operation is not difficult."
"You are playing with fire."
" Any surgery has risks.
Since the essence is zero and one,
what difference does it make whether it is 50-50 or some other number? "(End of this chapter) )