How was his swordsmanship?
His swordsmanship was heavenly!
Previously, he had been forced back thirty thousand feet by the twelve immortals, including four sword immortals in the sky. However, in the end, only the Peach Blossom Sword God returned with his sword.
Đồng Thái held the Tai-Ah Sword in one hand and raised his other hand to knock on the door. He smiled and asked, "The guest has arrived. What should we do?"
Finally, there was no movement from within the glorious Gate of Heaven.
— —
At this time, Groom Yu had already returned to Beimang City with the head of Zhong Liang from Beimang.
Xu Yanbing asked for a horse from the Beiliang Frontier Army and left the city with his spear.
Sword Attendant Cuihua left behind the young Wu Family Sword Crown with heavy internal injuries. She wore armor and carried the ancient sword Su Of Gojoseon on her back. She opened the path for the right wing cavalry of Beimang City.
Red Robe Xu Ying and Lady Hehe rode on the same horse and hid in the left wing cavalry.
The grand battle of North Jiebei City's defense had finally begun.
# # # Ending Chapter One There Is No Central Plains
The third year of Xiangfu, the end of autumn.
The king's tent army that participated in the annual autumn hunt did not go south to Liangzhou Pass. Instead, they went north and returned to the capital of Beiting.
During the autumn hunt, His Majesty did not show up except for one night during a meeting in Painted Ash. Taiping Ling and Yelu Chucai accompanied him all the way.
In the night, there were many palaces. In a small room that was far from being luxurious, the candlelight swayed gently. Not only did it not illuminate the room as bright as day, it added a bit of gloominess. This was probably the so-called "the forest is too quiet".
An old woman with a serene expression was lying quietly on her sickbed. She seemed to be reminiscing about the past and her youthful days.
Beside the bed, Taiping Ling, who was the teacher of Beimang, sat on a small stool. He lowered his head and stared at the old woman with protruding cheeks. Her white hair was like frost.
Li Mibi, who had single-handedly created the Beimang Spider Web, behaved even more strangely. He just sat on the threshold of the house. At this moment, the shadow prime minister, who had made countless Beimang nobles' hair stand on end, was truly like an old man past his prime, lonely and bitter.
"Your Majesty, do you feel uncomfortable?"
The Magistrate of Peace spoke calmly, without the slightest hint of nervousness or fear, nor the slightest hint of sorrow. Instead, there was a rare gentleness that was out of place at this time.
The old woman didn't answer his question. Instead, she asked softly, "Are you wondering why I don't want to accept the gift from the Celestial Being and why I don't want to live for another four to five years?"
Taiping Ling nodded, then quickly shook his head and said gently, "It doesn't matter."
The old lady laughed it off and asked, "Do you think that foolish son of mine, with his heart higher than the sky and his life thinner than paper, will be able to take down the North Resisting City with his 400,000 soldiers?"
Taiping Ling answered cautiously, "As long as Tuoba Bodhisattva defeats Hsu Fengnian, the situation is set. Not to mention a dozen or so martial grandmasters of the Central Plains, even ten more would be useless. Even if Tuoba Bodhisattva loses, we may not lose. Your Majesty, you don't have to worry too much about the war. "
The old lady gently placed her hands on her abdomen, the corners of her mouth twitching slightly. "Worry? I'm not worried about the war outside Liangzhou Pass at all. After handing over the military power to Yelu Hongcai, I put it down. This child has been a wronged Crown Prince for more than 30 years. Let him be high-spirited for once. The relationship between mother and son, as well as the relationship between monarch and subject, can be considered as not owing each other anything. As for whether the flames of war will burn into Liangzhou Pass or spread to the Southern Dynasty, I'm a dying person. What do I have to worry about? What do I have to worry about? In my life, I think I'm the best at the word 'ease'. The guilt I feel towards others doesn't last long. I can also let go of the regret I feel towards myself. In this life, the first half of my life was like walking on thin ice, but at least the second half of my life was comfortable and comfortable. It's quite good. Moreover, as a woman who wears the dragon robe and sits on the dragon throne, I'm the first person in all of history. Whether I'm remembered for hundreds of generations or infamy for tens of thousands of years, my name is destined to not be forgotten in the history of each dynasty. What great regrets do I have in this life? Probably none. "
It was rare for the old lady to be so long-winded, and it was even rarer for her to be so calm.
The old man made a sound of acknowledgement.
This Chess and Sword Music School's Taiping Commandant had angrily left the grasslands back then and went to the central plains of Liyang to live in seclusion for 20 years. She had changed her identity more than 10 times, traveling north and south of the great river. She had seen all kinds of things in the world and studied the mountains and rivers to her heart's content.
There were tens of millions of scholars in the world. Perhaps only the great demon Huang Sanjia who had caused chaos in the Spring and Autumn Period was more "read ten thousand books and travel ten thousand li" than this Beimang Imperial Tutor whose real name had long been forgotten.
The old lady took a deep breath and asked, "If Zhao Bing and Chen Zhibao work together, will they be able to fight their way north to the outskirts of Tai 'an City?"
The old man nodded and said, "Definitely. If nothing unexpected happens, the two rebellious kings will purposely hold back their troops and wait for the battle between us and the Beiliang Frontier Army to be over. Otherwise, if they take the capital of Liyang too early, they will be worried that we will retreat back to the grasslands. They are even more worried that we will simply abandon the territory of the Southern Dynasty and decisively retreat to Norland. Then, it will be the awkward situation when the Zhao clan of Liyang unified the Central Plains. With the temperament of Yan King Zhao Bing, he will not let his efforts go to waste. At that time, Hsu Fengnian will really be the next Beiliang, and Beiliang will still be the powerful Beiliang. It is not worth it. The only variable in the Central Plains is Gu Jiantang's Liyang Frontier Army. He has 300,000 elite soldiers openly and secretly. If he grasps the right opportunity, he may become the Xu Xiao after the Battle of the Western Wall. Furthermore, Gu Jiantang will not let go of this opportunity. After all, Liyang no longer has the wise and wise old emperor Zhao Li. The world today is no longer the world of the past. At that time, Xu Xiao ruled by drawing rivers and was unpopular. However, once Gu Jiantang successfully takes over Tai 'an City, he will comply with the will of the Heavens. It will be very different. "
The old man saw that the old woman's spirit was still good, so he tried his best to be concise and to the point. "The Central Plains is in troubled times. Among the generals, Liyang's Lu Sheng and Xu Gong are few and far between. They are outside of the storm and still have the opportunity to choose a tree to live in. Tang Tieshuang and the others who are in Tai 'an City will most likely end up in a more miserable state. As for the civil officials in the imperial court, the short-lived emperor Zhao Xun won't say much. Zhao Bing and Zhao Zhu, father and son, no matter who usurped the throne, would be willing to treat those scholars well. Only Chen Wang, the regular attendant of the Left Scattered Cavalry, has an unfathomable future. The key is whether the new emperor is truly magnanimous or not. "
The old woman mocked herself. "I gave up the chance to live for four or five more years just to not see that magnificent scene. Am I wrong?"
The Imperial Decree of Peace said softly, "If Your Majesty …"
The old woman seemed to know what the Imperial Preceptor wanted to say. She smiled broadly and said, "Forget it. There is no medicine for regret in the world. I don't care for it. "
The Imperial Decree of Peace smiled. "Your Majesty is a true hero."
The old woman suddenly said something off-topic. "Li Mibi, that woman can live, but she must not see the light of day again."
Li Mibi, who was sitting on the threshold, was startled. He then said in a voice just loud enough for the emperor to hear, "I understand."
The old woman seemed to have remembered something. "That Wang Du of the southern court who likes to plant plum blossoms, is he really a chess piece?"
Li Mibi raised his voice slightly. "Although there is no conclusive evidence, I can still conclude that Wang Du is a hidden chess piece of Beiliang."
The old woman sighed. "Tide-listening Pavilion's Li Yishan is truly formidable."
The Imperial Decree of Peace revealed an expression of heartfelt admiration. He nodded. "Indeed."
Li Mibi asked, "How should we deal with that Dongju Bo King, Jingchong?"
The Imperial Decree of Peace replied, "His ten thousand private cavalry must have already joined up with the Youzhou light cavalry of Yu Luan's Saber Division. Presently, the southern court's military strength is weak. It's like a house with holes on all sides. Unless we send assassins in secret, we can't do anything to him. But this time, we'll borrow a knife to kill someone. With this Dongju Bo, it'll only make the knife a bit faster. It's not a big deal. "
Li Mibi said indifferently, "If Your Majesty really wants him dead, I can personally take action."
The old woman smiled. "Forget it. The southern court is such a big place. Even if I offer it up with both hands, Beiliang's small cavalry would have to be able to swallow it up. Just let them make trouble."
The old woman was clearly somewhat tired when it came to such a major military matter that involved the direction of Liang Mang's war. She also had some unconcealable vexation. She slowly closed her eyes.
It was as if she wanted to live a life where the eye doesn't see, the heart doesn't grieve over.
She didn't want to be unable to break away from those schemes and schemes when she reached the end of the path in the world of the living.
The old woman forced herself to take a breath. Her tone suddenly became firm. Her wizened face no longer had the casual expression from before. "I only have three things to tell you. Dong Zhuo must take Huaiyang Pass! Yelu Hongcai must die before me! The Murong clan must leave behind their bloodline, regardless of gender! "
When she said the last sentence, the old woman laughed out loud for no reason. She was extremely happy. "Superfluous! Then there are only two things left. "
The old woman turned her head for the first time tonight. She looked at the Imperial Decree of Peace, who worked diligently and wholeheartedly for the country's court. She smiled and asked, "You can be considered a scholar. Then tell me, is it that man proposes but God disposes, or God disposes but man disposes?"
The Imperial Decree of Peace said calmly, "It varies from time to time, from place to place, and from person to person. Man proposes but God disposes. In the end, there's no fixed number."
The old woman withdrew her gaze. She didn't comment. She muttered to herself, "A muddled account!"
There was a long silence. The candlelight in the room was still dim.
The old woman murmured in a small voice, "It's getting cold … you should all leave. I want to have a good rest."
The autumn air was refreshing.
If he didn't die now, when would he?
The Imperial Decree of Peace stood up gently and then bowed. The old man refused to straighten his back for a long time.
He turned and walked out of the room. Li Mibi stood on the steps of the small courtyard as if he was waiting for the Imperial Decree of Peace.
After the Imperial Decree of Peace closed the door, the two old men stood side by side.
Li Mibi sighed softly. "There are still too many things that haven't been explained clearly."
The Imperial Decree of Peace didn't comment.
Li Mibi suddenly sneered. "If you leave too much blank, your authority as the Imperial Preceptor will grow. In the end, His Majesty didn't even leave a name list for the Imperial Preceptor. This is indeed what you want."
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