Chapter 268: Warriors Attack the Mountain
In the elegant room.
Xu Junling, who was dressed in silk and satin, had a sweet smile, and behaved like a lady, asked with a smile.
Her tender little hands gently wiped the corners of her mouth with a silk handkerchief.
After bidding farewell to Zhao Duan, she came here to have a meal and sent someone to keep an eye on what was going on in Zhao Yamen.
The last time Lv Shui came to report, the news given was:
"All the eight imperial offices were defeated by Chai Keqiao, and they were all disgraced."
Xu Junling was looking forward to how the domineering King Zhao Yan would face this difficult problem.
"The county...the princess...the one named Zhao is fine."
After the maid entered the door, she closed the door with her backhand and then said with a strange expression.
"Oh? Could it be that he has become a coward? No... Judging from the information I collected about this person, he doesn't have the character to be patient and endure. That means... Ma Yan is back?
That's right, as the governor, Ma Yan, is the chief official of the imperial office, it is natural for him to handle this matter. "Xu Junling analyzed calmly.
"...Ma Yan didn't come back early either."
The maid's expression became even weirder.
Seeing the princess raising her eyebrows again, she hurriedly spoke, telling the news like pouring beans through a bamboo tube to prevent her from making wild guesses:
"Princess, after Zhao Duan learned about it, he mobilized a large number of Forbidden Army masters with his authority, and joined forces to surround Chai Keqiao, wounded him, captured him, and threw him into the imperial prison. It is said that he never showed up from the beginning to the end. , only directing from behind the scenes.”
Xu Junling was stunned, his delicate face expression blank.
This was a path she had never imagined.
"How... can he command the various battalions of the Forbidden Army..."
Xu Junling said halfway, closed his mouth, sighed with complicated eyes:
"I see."
Her expression was solemn: "It seems that the face raised by the emperor's sister is more important in the army than we imagined."
The maid couldn't help but said: "Princess, this person is really good at bullying others. When he attacked Master Lu, he used the hand of the sea worshipper to catch firewood and firewood, and then sent the strongest men in the army to go. He is indeed an official. Fortunately, he is still a warrior. He has no martial spirit at all. It seems that his own strength is not very good. "
Xu Junling shook his head and commented objectively:
"As an official, you should judge the situation and put your head first. Neither Master Lu nor Chai Keqiao can match him at the moment. Using strength to fight is a kind of skill."
After a pause, she smiled again:
"However, although this person is smart and clever, it seems that he is not a serious problem today."
"Oh?" Lv Shui was confused.
Xu Junling smiled and explained: "Although this man has amazing talents, judging from his resume and behavior, he has no ambition to govern the country as a civil servant, nor does he have any intention of joining the Privy Council and becoming a general in the army.
What he is good at is doing things for the imperial sister. In the final analysis, he does not go beyond the scope of the "White Horse Supervisor".
And when it comes to practicing martial arts, he is a martial artist, but he does not have the courage and diligence of a warrior. He is used to relying on strength to fight, and he will definitely not be able to reach high places in the martial arts. "
After a pause, she commented:
"You can't become an official without becoming a prime minister, you can't be a general on the battlefield, you can't be a monk who transcends the prison...if you don't possess these three things, even if he is extremely talented, he can become a very powerful counselor next to the emperor's sister, or he can join the army. It has reached its peak and it is difficult to become a person who can truly control the situation in the world."
After Xu Junling finished his analysis, he thought he had clearly seen Zhao Duan's future achievements. He felt a little more at ease and turned to say:
"Tell him to go down and stop staring at him. Instead, go and investigate the Buddhist and Taoist families."
The poetic and literary princess of Huai'an looked out the window at the autumn wind and said: "Buddhism and Taoism compete... Whoever wins and who loses has a far more important impact on the world's chess game than Zhao Duan. ”
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Zhao Duan galloped on horseback and returned home, it was already afternoon.
Leaving the horses to the servants to feed, he walked across the courtyard and said:
"Don't disturb me if you have nothing to do."
Then he dived into his room.
After closing the door, Zhao Duan threw away his robe, crossed his legs on the bed, and tried to visualize the God of War.
In a daze, his mind wavered, and he left the real house and appeared on a shabby official road with green mountains and green waters.
Zhao Duan propped himself up from the horse, feeling sleepy in his head, and half of his face was covered in red marks.
"Da, da..., da..."
The hoofbeats of bad horses hit the muddy dirt road. Taking a deep breath, the rich smell of earth filled the nose.
Zhao Duan raised his head and found that in his "dream", it had rained not long ago.
At this moment, he was riding on horseback, walking on the road leading to Emperor Wu's City in the East China Sea.
In front is Taizu Dayu, who is holding the reins with one hand, his hair and beard are messy, and he is striding forward with a gourd hanging on his waist.
"You're awake."
Lao Xu did not look back, but his voice penetrated his ears.
Zhao Duan was stunned for a moment, surprised that Old Xu took the initiative to talk to him today.
From the time he left the snowfield and headed towards the East China Sea, he was almost always on the road every time he visualized it.
Compared to the scorching desert and snowfields with constant blizzards, he had to admit that the journey to the southeast was the most comfortable one for him.
"kindness."
Zhao Duan responded perfunctorily and began to try to feel himself, and then his eyes became blank——
Something's wrong!
That feeling is gone!
The reason why he hurried home was that after watching the fight between Chai Keqiao, he felt an inexplicable urge to enter the Martial God Picture.
He fully believed that this was the so-called "state of mind" breakthrough opportunity.
But after actually entering, I realized that the impulse had disappeared without a trace.
"What's going on? Is it an illusion?"
Zhao Duan's cheeks twitched, unwilling to accept this cruel fact.
"Just wake up, we'll be there soon."
Lao Xu's voice was hoarse with excitement.
"Oh, I got it...wait, what?!" Zhao Duan was stunned.
Because he had eaten and slept in the open all the way, Taizu Taizu of Dayu, who was as slovenly as a savage, pointed forward:
"Wudi City has arrived."
Zhao Duan suddenly raised his head.
After the new rain in the empty mountains, the clouds and fog covering the front slowly dispersed, revealing a green mountain rising from the ground at the end of the road.
The towering green mountains are extremely majestic and appear very abruptly. Perhaps due to some celestial phenomenon, a sea of clouds surrounds the towering mountainside.
In the sea of clouds, more than a dozen thick mushroom-shaped cloud pillars rose into the sky, and then slowly fell and dispersed, turning into strands of wandering clouds. "Are we in the East China Sea? Where is Emperor Wu's City?"
Zhao Duan murmured.
Taizu Dayu said:
"The sea is behind the mountain, and the city is at the bottom of the mountain."
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After walking in the Martial God Map for several months, Zhao Duan and Taizu Dayu finally entered the Martial Emperor City.
But the so-called "city" is slightly different than expected.
Not only can it not be compared with the capital city, it is just a larger town located at the foot of the mountain.
"This is different from what I heard..."
Zhao Duan held the horse and followed Lao Xu as he walked in Qingshan Town, mumbling to himself.
After Lao Xu came here, his "intelligence" seemed to have improved a bit, and he said:
"What's the difference?"
"Wudi City...should be a city."
Zhao Duan explained bluntly that he was thinking about how to express his disappointment.
Old Xu said calmly: "It will become a city."
Zhao Duan was stunned for a moment, and then he suddenly realized that what was recorded in this picture scroll was the city of Emperor Wu six hundred years ago.
According to historical records, the name "Wudi City" probably appeared at that time.
"So...in this current era, Emperor Wu City is still just a small town...it will only become a real city six hundred years later."
Zhao Duan smacked his lips, his logic became self-consistent, and he turned around and said:
"What's next? Going up the mountain?"
Lao Xu looked at the towering mountains ahead and said: "You stay in the town, and I'll go up the mountain."
…
Next, the two stayed at an inn in the town.
As expected, Lao Xu left Zhao Duan to look after the house. He went out early in the morning every day and didn't come back until dark.
It is said that he is a master who went up the mountain to challenge the Emperor Wu City.
He once wanted to follow him up the mountain, but was blocked by Lao Xu, which probably meant:
Just practice cooking more.
Zhao Duan suddenly realized that from beginning to end, this journey on foot across the world was Lao Xu's path of cultivation.
He was just lucky enough to follow one journey after another.
He can also experience deserts and snowfields with Lao Xu.
But at this moment, when the two of them walked thousands of miles together and reached the end of the Martial God Picture, they were like a scroll, unfolding and paving to the end.
Zhao Duan was no longer able to participate and could only watch the battle.
On the first day, Lao Xu climbed hundreds of feet without any damage.
On the tenth day, Lao Xu improved to a higher level. When he returned to the inn, his clothes were covered with bruises.
On the thirtieth day, when the sun was setting, Lao Xu came back dragging his tired and bloodless body, collapsed in the inn, and slept for two days.
On the fiftieth day, Lao Xu went out early in the morning, and Zhao Duan didn't come back until dark.
Zhao Duan looked for the warriors who came down the mountain at dusk and asked - in this town, there are many outside warriors, like Lao Xu, who challenge mountain climbing.
During these days, although Zhao Duan stayed at home, he learned from listening to the conversations of these people that Lao Xu had gained such a great reputation.
Fighting all the way from the foot of the mountain to the mountainside, several direct disciples of the contemporary "Celestial Man" Emperor Wu were defeated by Lao Xu.
Become famous.
He also learned that there was a cliff on the seaside above the green mountain, and every "celestial being" of Emperor Wu's lineage would sit on the cliff all day long and watch the sea.
He thought that Wu Xiankui six hundred years later should be like this.
"It seems that Taizu Dayu, who has just completed his spiritual path as recorded in the Martial God Picture, is far from entering the 'celestial realm'."
Zhao Duan made a judgment.
He asked all the warriors who came down the mountain, but no one knew about Lao Xu's situation.
Everyone said that Lao Xu had climbed far higher than all of them and walked into the clouds.
Just when Zhao Duan gritted his teeth and was about to climb the mountain with the lights on to see if he could find Lao Xu.
The Taizu of Dayu, who was soaked in blood, dragged his heavy steps into the town under the last ray of the setting sun.
"Plop", he fell to the ground.
Zhao Duan, whose head was as big as a bucket, struggled to unscrew the gourd, gave him some water, and asked: "Why do you have to fight if you can't beat him? Isn't it better to wait until he becomes stronger and then flatten the green hills?" "
Lao Xu lay on the ground and glanced at him, with a certain light shining in his eyes:
"If you can't beat it, then you have to fight."
Zhao Duan was stunned and thoughtful.
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Zhao Mansion.
In the room, on the bed.
Zhao Duan ended his visualization, opened his eyes, and felt mentally exhausted.
Visualization practice consumes energy, so you can only practice for one or two hours every day, and then rest.
The light in the room was dim, and the faint sound of drizzle and rustling outside could be heard.
It was getting dark.
"Gurgling..." A strong feeling of hunger hit him in his belly, interrupting Zhao Duan's thoughts.
He had a vague feeling that the last section of the Martial God Picture contained the key to advancing to the Divine Medal.
"Dong dong." There was a knock on the door, followed by Eugene Flower's cautious voice:
"Dalang..."
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Next is the promotion plot. I feel that if I want to write this section well, I need to do more foreshadowing.
(End of chapter)