Perhaps because it was close to the Shangyin Academy, the teahouses and taverns in the city all had elegant names. It was said that on the walls of any old inn, there were fragments of poems written by Confucians of different dynasties. The Sharp Snow Restaurant was located in a secluded area in the city. When it snowed, few people went out to suffer. Plus, there was an unknown natural disaster or man-made disaster in the city, so the business was naturally bleak. The shopkeeper was depressed, thinking about when he could save enough money to buy the small house he had chosen long ago. This era was peaceful, without the turmoil and turmoil of the Spring and Autumn Period, so it was not a bad idea to buy more houses. His wife always complained that the dowry he prepared for his daughter was too little and could not support their reputation. Compared with the neighboring Song family, the shopkeeper was too far behind. As the head of the family, although he worked hard all year round to make a living, he could not say much. However, after working hard every day, he could go home and drink a cup of tea made by his daughter, so he did not complain anymore. He hesitated whether he should sell the calligraphy and painting that he had treasured for many years. He bought it from a Southern Tang survivor who had wandered to another place at a high price. Now it could be sold at a high price, but he still liked it from the bottom of his heart. The shopkeeper sighed. Now that he was middle-aged, everything seemed to have come to an end. He looked up at the snowy street outside the building and pulled up his sleeves. When he saw the two of them enter the teahouse, the shopkeeper hurriedly welcomed them, afraid that he would miss out on this deal that was made out of nothing. He didn't care about his reputation and smiled warmly. "In addition to the best tea before the rain, we don't lack good wine. What would you like to drink?"
When the shopkeeper recognized the faces of the two people, he was somewhat stunned. The handsome young man was still alright. He had a warm smile on his face and looked very warm in the winter. With one look, one could tell that he was from a good family. However, the woman with a frosty face was frightening. The shopkeeper subconsciously shrank his neck. Fortunately, for some reason, the white-haired young man was very understanding. After patting the snow off his shoulder, he said with a gentle smile, "Shopkeeper, I'll have to trouble you to warm up a jar of wine. Make it as strong as you can. If you have a stove, bring it over and put it under the table. We can add some money."
The shopkeeper quickly rubbed his hands and said with a smile, "It's free, it's free. It's only right."
Hsu Fengnian and Luo Yang were sitting by the window. Liu Songtao had left the city inexplicably. It seemed that Luo Yang was about to deal with him. But when he and Yuan Zuozong were about to fight to the death, she said she was going to drink. Hsu Fengnian didn't let Yuan Zuozong follow them. Since she said to drink, Hsu Fengnian would drink generously. Drinking with a gentleman would most likely lead to death. However, drinking with Luo Yang would most likely lead to a better life. The wine was served on the table and the stove was set up. The two of them drank together. Xu Fengnian raised his cup and took a small sip. With a slurp, he leaned lazily against the back of the chair and asked softly, "Bodhisattva Tuoba has been waiting for thirty years for you to spoil the good thing? What's going on? "
Luo Yang didn't raise her glass to drink. She remained silent.
Hsu Fengnian asked again, "You went to Zhulu Mountain to become the Hierarch? Did you send Lu Ling Gui and the others to let me become a Marquis? Cao Changqing is willing to be a guest of your Devil Sect and Zhulu Mountain is willing to contribute to West Chu's revival? But to be honest, I don't think West Chu's revival will be possible. When Xu Xiao destroyed West Chu, he didn't divide the North and the South because he saw the general trend. He didn't proclaim himself as the Emperor because people were disheartened. But once he did, those experienced soldiers would die for the dragon throne under his butt. Xu Xiao had always been a calculator. He didn't do business at a loss. The current Emperor of Liyang Dynasty's Zhao Family is not an incapable ruler. He's diligent and self-disciplined to the point that it makes people's hair stand on end. Even if Cao Changqing becomes a Saint, it won't affect the general situation. Perhaps Li Yang wanted West Chu to revive their country with great fanfare. Burning down an entire granary, compared to burning down a bunch of scattered weeds, it was much easier to do. If my guess is not wrong, West Chu's revival will be successful in the beginning, but in the end it will be difficult for them to escape the Imperial Court's net. This kind of wicked thing, Yuan Benxi was able to come up with it. The Emperor of Zhao Family was also able to nod his head. Zhang Julu, who is already unrivaled in the struggle between factions, can devise a perfect strategy. "
Luo Yang was still resting with her eyes closed. She reached out a finger and lightly tapped the table. There was no rhythm to the tapping.
A moment later, Hsu Fengnian suddenly felt suffocated. Blood gushed out of his throat. He quickly broke the connection with the spirit of the red robe and gradually regained his clarity. Hsu Fengnian smiled bitterly. "It's very similar to the finger xuan of Cat Man Han Shengxuan. You're really good at everything. "
Luo Yang dipped her finger into the teacup filled with wine. Using Xiaozhuan, she wrote the name Luo Yang on the table. Hsu Fengnian smiled. "I know. After the Qin Dynasty unified the world, the capital was changed to Luo Yang."
Luo Yang raised the corner of her mouth. Her face was full of undisguised sarcasm. She asked, "You really know?"
Xu Fengnian was rendered speechless by this idiotic question. However, this demoness in front of him had fought with the new No.2 ranked Bodhisattva Tuoba and the No.3 ranked New Sword God Deng Taia. She had even dragged down the No.4 ranked Hong Jingyan. Today, she had even fought with Liu Songtao head-on. In the future, she would most likely have to fight with that old bastard in Martial Emperor City. Could it be that she would only stop after she had beaten up all the top ten martial artists? How domineering of a madwoman was she? Hsu Fengnian lamented in his heart. Why did he have to meet her in Beimang? Where did the pure and innocent Huang Baozhuang from the city wall go?
Hsu Fengnian voiced the question that had been puzzling him the most recently. "Zhulu Mountain appeared at the end of the Qin Dynasty. As the old saying goes, when Qin lost its deer, the world chased after it. Could it be that this Zhulu Mountain, which evolved into a demonic sect in later years, is a remnant of the Qin Dynasty, just like the Beimang Princess Tomb? "
Luo Yang laughed wantonly. "Remnant of the Qin Dynasty, this comment really hits the nail on the head!"
Hsu Fengnian laughed with no sincerity. Luo Yang was too lazy to pay attention to him. She said, "Liu Songtao was not nailed to the Dragon Lake by the Dragon Tiger Mountain using the heavenly power of several generations of ancestors. Instead, he went to Lantuo Mountain to shave his hair and become a monk. He hid there for nearly a hundred years. He should have let go of the tragedy of the past. Logically speaking, he should have put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha, occupying a place in the Buddhist Kingdom of the West. However, for some reason, he was possessed by the Devil. Lantuo Mountain, which is known for its strict discipline, let him go. Even Li Xiaoxin, the Buddha of the Central Plains, did not try to stop him. This is even more against common sense. Liu Songtao, who is not a monk, or Lantuo Mountain's scheme, may achieve the same goal through different means. "
Hsu Fengnian asked tentatively, "You are telling me this because you still want to drag me to Zhulu Mountain?"
Luo Yang did not admit or deny it. She was speaking in riddles.
Hsu Fengnian was honest with her. "As long as you are not in a hurry to kill me."
Luo Yang took a sip of wine. Her eyes were playful. "You can even kill Han Diaosi, one of the Three Great Devils of the Spring and Autumn Period. Do you think you can't kill me? If there is a first time, there will be a second time. With your cold temperament, if you don't kill me on the Yellow River, you will not be able to sleep well. "
Hsu Fengnian laughed as he poured the wine. "I was lucky that the killer cat did not eat the sword of the Great Ancestor of the Sword Sect, Sui Xie Gu. I was the one who was killed by Han Diaosi. Killing a celestial being like you? I have nothing better to do. As long as you don't settle old scores with me, to be honest, I don't mind going to Zhulu Mountain to be a nominal Marquis. But let me say this first. I will not meddle in the restoration of West Chu. I admire Cao Changqing from the bottom of my heart. But one thing is another. I don't even have a good grasp of the land in Beiliang. I don't have the ambition and ability to fight for the world … "
Luo Yang showed an impatient expression. She spun the porcelain cup with two fingers and sneered. "Liu Songtao was right about one thing."
The wine was still warm, but the atmosphere could not be any colder.
Hsu Fengnian saw that she did not want to say more. He quietly drank a few cups of wine, paid the waiter and left the Teahouse of Sharp Snow.
Luo Yang did not stop him. She dipped her hand in the wine and wrote two words on the table.
Qin.
Xu.
Luo Yang said calmly, "So it's all three of them. He doesn't know anything, and she knows everything. It was not like this originally. "
This devil did something that no one would have guessed. She put her chin on the table and closed her eyes. She looked like a tired ordinary woman who could not wait for the person she liked for a long time.
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