Chapter 85 Chapter 85: Jedi (10)

The imperial capital, Gui Palace. Under the cold moonlight, the water surface was rippling. In the water pavilion, Lei Bicheng sat cross-legged and supported his knees.The servant in black was waiting outside the water pavilion, with a heavy black sheathed long knife on his waist, and the wind flowed through the end of the scabbard, making a faint whimper. Suddenly there was a similar whimpering sound in the air, but it was sharper and more urgent. The servant looked up into the night sky, and saw a white dove with a layer of starlight floating on its wings, descending rapidly.It is different from ordinary pigeons in that it is bigger and flies faster, almost like a vigorous little eagle.When it landed, it stepped on the water like a water bird to slow down, then swept up again, and gently fell into the palm of the follower.

The pigeon held a small fish in its beak, and the moment it stepped on the water, the bird caught its prey.It seemed to be very hungry, and swallowed the fish down, leaving a trace of blood on the edge of its beak.The feeding habits of this pigeon are as fierce as that of a falcon. The servant took out the scroll from the silver tube on the pigeon's feet, glanced at it, and respectfully handed it to Leibicheng. Lei Bicheng waved his hand: "Does it mean that everything has gone as we planned?" The servant in black nodded. "I can feel it. Your brother has successfully turned the fear of death into a thick cloud, covering the entire Shangyang Pass. However, the trapped beast is still fighting, and it is time for Bai Yi and Xi Yan to fight back fiercely. Now, prepare Our chessboard." Lei Bicheng ordered, "I want a sand table for the Shangyang Pass, with barracks, canals, urns, warehouses, everything must be marked on it."

The servant in black nodded. Lei Bicheng slowly closed his eyes, and waved to the servant: "Go, don't let anyone harass me. I want to be here, and smell the breath of that man named Baili Changqing." "What did the teacher smell?" the black-clothed servant asked in a low voice. "Desperate. Evergreen is melancholy about the so-called prosperity and decline. It is the fear of the wheel of fate. It is irresistible. It is like a huge wheel. Anyone in front of it is crushed like dust. No one can To achieve eternal victory, no matter Tianqi or Chenyue, it is difficult to get rid of this rule until the last day." Lei Bicheng took a deep breath, as if the air was really filled with the scent of the deceased owner of the Baili family. .

"The last day?" the Servant asked. Lei Bicheng nodded slightly: "I have read Baili Changqing's anthology these days. This person has never been an official, but he was once the ruler of power in the Eastern Continent. Even the emperor may not be able to compare with him. And he died on his own. When his power reached its peak, he was not afraid, as if he had already anticipated his own death. Just like his once melancholy prosperity must decline, when the flowers bloom the most, it is the beginning of withering, and everything develops to its best , is the beginning of danger. I have a bad premonition, this time, we went too smoothly, blocking every road of Bai Yi, but in the dark, is there still something we didn't expect is happening? "

At this time, thirty miles west of Shangyang Pass, in a town at the foot of Anlan Mountain, everything was completely silent.This small town originally relied on supplies for some merchants who passed through Shangyang Pass. Now that the war is raging, most people have fled to other places for temporary shelter, and those who stay rarely go out. lights. There was only one light on in the whole town, and under the light, a young man in white was packing his simple luggage. "Master Xiang, do you really want to leave tomorrow?" The book boy was a little bit reluctant to part with this funny and generous customer.During the several months he served this client, he followed him up the mountain to draw maps all day long, and sometimes he would go up the mountain at night to watch the battle at the foot of the mountain. For example, how the strong wind that flew up and covered half of the sky was caught by people, and for example, the emperors of the previous generation used hundreds of thousands of catties of pure copper to make a huge stargazing instrument, observed the starry sky, and calculated what happened at the beginning of the world. One thing is so unbelievable, but it is very reasonable, and every detail makes him so excited that he can't sleep at night, tossing and turning.Now Mr. Xiang suddenly said that he wanted to leave, just as suddenly as when he came.

Mr. Xiang smiled, and patted the boy on the face: "The wages have been paid, the map has been drawn, and after drinking your hot and spicy soup for a few months, our fate is almost over, and we are still hanging on." ?" The book boy scratched his head, lowered his head and stopped talking.He also knew in his heart that his hometown was Xiaoshan Town after all, and this Young Master Xiang, who seemed like he would not stay in their small place forever, was tired of even the only famous spicy soup. Seeing the child's silence, Mr. Xiang knew that he felt a little sad. After thinking about it, he took out a book from his luggage and handed it to him: "I have been a wanderer all my life, and I rarely become friends with others. They are not friends, but it is rare to have such a long relationship. I will give you this book, and it is also a rare thing outside. Get out of here. You learn a tenth of what's in this book, and you've got your footing outside."

The book boy had tears in his eyes, but when he took the book, he felt happy again. He raised his head and smiled, but tears flowed out. "Let's stay a few more days, my lord. If you stay a few more days, maybe the battle will be over, and my uncle will come back from outside." Shutong said.He was a child who had no parents since he was a child, and only had an uncle who was not very good to him. Hearing about the war, he fled to his relatives' house in Qinyang in a panic, leaving the child to look after the house. "No." Young Master Xiang simply but forcefully refused, "We can't wait until this battle is over, then it will be too late. You are right, the war will end in a few days..."

He seemed to be muttering to himself: "Because Gu Xuan is about to ascend into the middle of the sky..." The book boy couldn't understand what he said and looked at him blankly. Mr. Xiang smiled and patted his head: "You don't understand, do you? Let's put it this way, because I leaked a secret. This secret was written on a piece of cloth. If it is as I guessed , sent to someone, then the outcome of this war may change. But there are not many people in the world who know this secret, and those who leak the secret must be among us. If someone guesses that it is me If I leak it, then those who chase me will set off immediately. After this battle is over, the leak of the secret may be discovered, and if someone finds out that I am here, then my suspicion will be too great."

The book boy nodded half-understanding. "Keep a secret for me." Mr. Xiang smiled gently. The bookboy nodded vigorously. Mr. Xiang stood up: "You are a smart boy. If you have a chance to go out of the small town in the future, come to me. You can find me. Because at that time, I will already be famous all over the world!" He turned and went out, taking advantage of the night to set off.The bookboy held up an oil lamp, and leaned against his door frame, watching the figure in white go farther and farther in the night until it was completely engulfed by darkness.He rubbed his sore nose, returned to the house with red eyes, and saw the name of the book by the light of the oil lamp -- "The Twelve Schools of Jingguo".