Chapter 71 Go Back

A vision appeared on the threshing road, and the 800-mile rush was sent to the court after a few days. His Majesty the emperor, who was having a "relaxing moment" after dinner with the palace concubines, let countless princes, Longsun, run out ahead of time on the spot. , This made the emperor so sick that he didn't eat for three days... Of course, the specific threshing road incident or the small accident when no one was whispering in the middle of the night made him feel more disgusting. This is not a test.

The military officials of the court were originally difficult to talk to each other. When they heard this, no matter whether they understood or not, they all boiled, like a dog market that was fried, and they were so arguing that they didn't know who was the third aunt and the second uncle.

The news that Zou Yan came to Master Zou's death didn't make any waves. Probably some people only had a prominent life during their lifetime.

When the news came to Shi Wuduo from Cuipingniao, he got a look from his old enemy.

"Oh, is Zou Yanlai dead?" Shi Wuyuan said that, when the Cuiping bird flew in, it knocked over a bowl of water on his table and poured cold water on its owner's sleeve. Fluttering and combing - since the rabbit died, it has been silent for a long time, but when it saw Bai Li come back, it came to life, as if it also knew that the person who had been frightening it before was the one who accompanied it countless times. Day and month friends are the same.

Meng Zhongyong and Li Siniang were sitting on the side, waiting to listen to his eloquence, but Shi Wuyuan seemed to have forgotten about this, and concentratedly wiped his dripping sleeves.

Meng Zhongyong has been galloping on the battlefield for more than ten years. He is no longer the reckless young man who was squatting in the yard and secretly sharing a bowl of noodle soup with the young Shi Wuyuan. His handsome eyebrows naturally brought out a chilling meaning, although he still scolded and was not restrained. Small section, but has become a dangerous and sharp man, no longer like a simple large animal.

Shi Wuyuan's whereabouts are mysterious, and in the past few years, he has been with them more and more, but despite this, every time Meng Zhongyong sees his fart, he has to be conscientious and serious, and it hurts.

Fortunately, Li Siniang was here, so he didn't dare to say anything dirty, so he pretended to be a dog and asked, "You just said that Zou Yanlai died, how is it?"

"Very good." Shi Wuyuan followed his words, "When Zou Yanlai died, Yan Zhenru broke his arm, and most of the Tantric masters lost half of them on the battlefield. I think this is a good thing, and I can celebrate with a bowl of noodles."

Li Siniang frowned, and she could hear his overtones: "Why, do you think that the emperor is going to go back on his word and revive Yan Zhen?"

"That's nothing, Your Majesty, it's naturally a golden mouth, and words don't count." Shi Wuyuan paused, lowered his eyes, rolled up his cuffs, and said, "Even if he doesn't plan to get Fuyan Zhen, I've already sent it to eldest brother. Letter to go, forced by the current situation, he will have to recover."

Meng Zhongyong asked, "Does it matter who the emperor revives?"

Shi Wuyuan's mouth slowly drew a sneer, and he said slowly: "If I can't afford to Fuyan Zhen, what do I want to kill them all?"

He stood up and stood at the window with his hands behind his back, looking at the scorching summer flowers in the courtyard, and suddenly a big picture unfolded in his heart that no one else was determined to see or imagine, like overlooking a city on earth from the height of the stars. All the post stations, official roads, and city walls are all inside, and they are analyzed.

When he was a silent teenager, he secretly swore to himself that one day, the era of the Pope's dictatorship would end in his own hands, and everyone would be able to choose their own way of living. People from a poor family, or those who had a rough early life, can also become more than ten thousand people with their own efforts.

The tricks of the popes who have been tricked to the left will be forgotten by the people who worship them madly now. Those who practice literature will make Anbang, those who practice martial arts will set the country. Together, they will make this land more fertile and make life easier for people to live in. The people above live better lives.

One day, this vast world will become like this.

From the first book on, the seeds have been planted.

Shi Wuyuan thought to himself, so he asked me to push it further.

These words can't be said, because there is Xia Duanfang, and all those monastic cavalry soldiers in the Red Turban Army who are fighting on the front line with all the soldiers. This is a task that can only be completed through the accumulation of thousands of generations. Shi Wuyuan stretched out his hand to hold the window lattice, and said to himself in his heart, no rush.

At this time, he saw a person standing under a big tree not far away - Bai Li. He knew that Shi Wuyuan was discussing their business with Li Siniang and Meng Zhongyong, so he didn't bother, just waited from a distance.

A layer of white flowers has fallen on his shoulders. don't know how long he waited. It happened to meet Shi Wuyuan's unintentionally swept eyes, and Bai Li showed a quiet smile, as if he could feel at ease as long as he saw him. similar.

Shi Wuyuan has not been able to get used to the sudden appearance of Bai Li after he disappeared for a long time. Before he could sort out this matter, he was distracted by all kinds of trivial matters that he needed to handle.

So at this time, had to look away quickly, and suddenly didn't know how to face the current Baili.

In the past, no matter how he acted, he was always like a child, simple but persistent, always losing his temper, wanting things that didn't belong to him, unwilling to compromise at all, with such a kind of selfishness and disregard. Paranoid, never caring what others think. He was born like that, with the blood of a bàonüè demon, who was hidden in the deep Cangyun Valley together with the demon, and grew up unintentionally.

That was the Bai Li he was familiar with. He had once liked, annoyed, and even hated him. There was a vague idea of ​​"if this person never existed, I don't know how much trouble it would save".

But now, Shi Wuyuan discovered that all his memories of Bai Li were actually chaotic.

That little fox who would smile against his will for his words, that man with a heavy shadow behind him and a madly possessive man, that merciless monster who wanted to take his life on a big night, The opponent who drew a bow and an arrow on Dazhou Mountain and stabbed the arrow into his heart.

The Bai Li, who was moody and miserable because of his incomplete soul in the evil fire realm, and the calm and forbearing Bai Li in front of him, they are all Bai Li.

People are always like this. When confronted with tit for tat, they all feel that they are wronged. There is nothing wrong with them. Even if they know it in their hearts, they will never admit it because of their youthfulness.

And over the years, when the entanglement has become so complicated that people can't stop cutting it and the rationale is still messed up, one person suddenly bows his head and unilaterally cuts the rope that has been pulled for an unknown amount of time, and the other party will inevitably be at a loss.

Shi Wuyuan's eyes wandered for a moment, and finally he couldn't help but glance at Bai Li again, and found that the man's eyes were still on his body, facing each other from a distance, as if he had never left.

His chest that had been dead for many years suddenly became hot, and an indescribable sour taste came up. Shi Wuyuan thought, if he wasn't so stubborn back then, he wouldn't be so critical because he was Bai Li, he could be more tolerant and nostalgic. , a little more human, if you never treat him like that... beware of anyone, if you have less calculation in your heart, you can look at him more and know what happened to him, right... those things will not be happened?

However, to this day, he still returns silently, taking back the flesh and blood that he had cut with his own hands under the grief and anger in the past in a repentant attitude, almost humbly recovering the soul attached to the beast, and bowing his head silently first.

He used to be... such a proud person.

Shi Wucai thought about it, and suddenly felt very uncomfortable, his eyes suddenly sour, and he lowered his head to cover it.

Li Siniang actually saw Bai Li long ago. Seeing that he looked detached, she pulled Meng Zhongyong and said, "Liu, you just came back today, and you're tired even after trying to drive, so take a rest early, we won't bother you much."

Shi Wuyuan took a while to regain his senses, and after Meng Zhongyong yawned, he said "um". Seeing this, Meng Zhongyong wanted to say something else, but was dragged away by Li Siniang. He seemed to be looking at the man waiting under the big tree strangely, not knowing where his sixth brother got it back this time. Come alone.

He had never confronted Bai Li face to face, and although Bai Li's appearance remained the same, his temperament was quite different. Meng Zhongyong didn't recognize it for a while. When he was dragged away by Li Siniang, he glanced at him from a distance. just feel a little familiar, but can't remember who it is.

It wasn't until they were all gone that Bai Li came out from under the big tree and entered the house without saying much, only to see Shi Wuyuan still staring at the window lattice in a daze, he didn't bother, just stood there quietly, like a A ghost that follows you.

Suddenly, Shi Wuyuan turned around and said in a low voice, "Little Ion..."

When the name that had not been called for a long time came out of his mouth, Bai Li's calm and somewhat dim eyes lit up in an instant, like a fireworks exploding in the silent night. , The shaking made people unable to open their eyes, and also shook Shi Wuyuan's following half a sentence vividly.

"Are you calling me?" Bai Li said in his usual soft voice, as if he took a step forward in disbelief.

Shi Wuyuan looked at him like this. For some reason, he suddenly felt as if a piece of lead had fallen in his heart. It was so painful that he suddenly stretched out his hand and embraced Bai Li, his palm attached to the abrupt shoulder blade behind him. As if to touch his haggard.

Shi Wuyuan closed his eyes and thought to himself, how could this little fox be so obsessive?