Mingyue of the Great Song Dynasty http://www./0_1/

Not all places with elegant names have corresponding beautiful scenery.

Not to mention that it is winter now, even in the spring when it is full of vitality, there are no green willow trees in Qingliuzhai. The homophonic clear stream is also common in people.

However, the Juxing Pavilion, which is mysterious and eye-catching, has no sense of being out of the world, not only are there green willows in the courtyard fighting against the withering and yellowing brought by autumn and winter, but the groundwater veins are also comparable to those of the clear stream pond.

Some are contrary to nature.

But the reason why the original astrology masters watched stars and even picked stars as described in the legend was not to submit to nature.

This is actually similar to some martial arts practitioners who always want to change their fate.

As for the difference between true qi and star energy later, it was entirely because most of them had an extreme understanding of the era they were in, and they went on different paths and stopped looking back.

The few remaining are either simply forgotten or become the most inconspicuous foil in history books, demonstrating the greatness of those who have risen to the extreme of life due to differences.

Right and wrong, merit and demerit, love and hate, and everything goes in a hurry.

Just like the saying "Datong" that was proposed many years ago, from "a hundred schools of thought contend" to "respecting Confucianism alone", there is always a cause but no result.

Yusheng, who never mentioned Zi, temporarily settled his questions with the words "Heaven and Earth are different".

Hua Wuchang, who was a serious Confucian scholar many years ago, now neither wants to ask nor answer.

Businessmen have good businessmen, and businessmen have bad businessmen.

Fortunately, at most, they are scolded as treacherous and mean, and will not be labeled as poor and pedantic.

Bad is bad, the bigger the business, the longer it is, the further away from one's original intention and original intention.

For example, at this moment, while drinking tea, his calming mind and mind, and his guesses and thoughts had nothing to do with Confucius and Mencius.

The young master of the feather crown who was just low on the opera, and the prince of Hua Wuchang, began to be excited and said, "The wise are not confused, the kind are not worried, and the brave are not afraid. Boss Hua can be said to be prepared for all three. Since this is the case, I don't need to beat around the bush. You said you treat me as your best and put your heart on your heart, but you don't know that this is because you and I have the same ambitions and united ways, or have you known my identity long ago?"

Hua Wuchang put down the teacup, lowered his head and gently stroked his palm, peeled off the slowly shedding skin bit by bit, and then used the tip of his nails to hook and vertically along the palm lines.

He knew that Li Cunxu was paying attention to his every move at this moment, but he still didn't want to stop his small movements suddenly, and he was too lazy to even pretend to look up at him.

"What is the difference between morning and evening?"

"I'm not good at describing my true thoughts in detail."

Li Cunxu smiled slightly, wiped his left thumb lightly on the table, and wiped off the little tea that was splashing out when he raised his glass to drink tea.

The force of hitting the benefits and accurate grasp of time made him look particularly approachable at the moment when his smile slowly bloomed. He had no affinity for the prince or the power of the prince, and could be said to be as gentle as the spring breeze.

Hua Wuchang's expression changed unconsciously. His meticulousness as a Confucian scholar in the past and his sensitivity as a businessman now make him instinctively guess the "deep meaning" of Li Cunxu's "simple" action.

However, there are always exceptions in everything, and they do not always follow a fixed pattern.

Just like one force descends to ten goals, one sword breaks all the methods.

Hua Wuchang's conjecture ended just now, and it only originated from a strong sound of breaking the wind.

"The silver bottle suddenly broke through the water and burst out, and the iron cavalry protruded and sounded swords and guns. It was similar to the spirit, similar to the spirit!"

Looking at the white porcelain teacup that suddenly burst from the air, Li Cunxu smiled and laughed, falling into Hua Wuchang's ears, bursting with harshness.

"Your Highness, is your prince planning to perform an immersive pipa sermon for Hua?" Hua Wuchang asked with two fingers.

Li Cunxu said: "These works of worry and sadness are performed throughout the article, which is inappropriate."

Hua Wuchang said to himself: "You can see a glimpse of the leopard in the tube."

Li Cunxu stretched out from the back of his head and folded a feather from the back of his head, both gray and white, and held it in his palm, showing it to Hua Wuchang, "But what I want you to see is it."

Hua Wuchang stared at him for a long time, frowned and said, "Yu, an ominous name."

Li Cunxu asked: "Why does Boss Hua think so?"

Hua Wuchang said: "One feather promotes Chu, and the other feather promotes Shu. When he was alive, he was all enemies of thousands of people and he controlled the world. But what was the outcome? The prince is well-versed in military tactics and observing ancient and modern times. I believe he is much clearer than me."

Li Cunxu immediately understood his intention, but said, "But if Wuyu, who will the heaven and earth fall into?"

Hua Wuchang suddenly looked straight at the center of his eyes and smiled and said, "The prince is not king, and he has the world in his heart. His achievements in his year will definitely be above the King of Jin!"

Li Cunxu did not comment, but just said, "Punish the heart."

Hua Wuchang said: "The sentence of killing the heart is always blunt, but the sentence of killing the heart is the most powerful weapon for killing people."

Li Cunxu's eyes were gloomy, "The murder village, one of the top ten sects, is the best at killing the heart, but it has become much calmer in recent years."

Hua Wuchang smiled strangely and said, "It's just the surface."

Li Cunxu exclaimed, "Listen to what Boss Hua said, you already know the inside story."

"I don't know much, but by chance, not long before the prince's visit, a prefecture-level killer from the Killing Village also came to Qingliuzhai." As he spoke, Hua Wuchang deliberately slowed down his speech, in order to test Li Cunxu's reaction.

"District-level B-level kill..." Li Cunxu's face was deep, his eyes showed a look of memories, "That seems to be comparable to that of the middle-class martial arts practitioners in the fourth-level martial arts. I wonder if the killing village sent this person to Qingliuzhai to get rid of some subordinates of Boss Hua, or ask Boss Hua to help them kill people?"

Hua Wuchang said: "The prince may wish to guess."

Li Cunxu really guessed boldly: "Although Boss Hua is a businessman, he is not a person who forgets his righteousness when he sees profit. Judging from your expression, it doesn't seem like you just lost your right-hand man. I guess it's the latter."

Hua Wuchang praised: "The prince is meticulous, so why not guess again. Who does Hua want him to help him kill?"

Li Cunxu smiled and said nothing, "It's not this prince."

"Criminal, a magical plan."

Li Cunxu's expression suddenly became stiff, like a thousand-year-old stubborn stone, which could not be transformed when exposed to fire.

Hua Wuchang continued: "Not only did he ask me to help him kill you, he also gave a specific implementation plan. Taking this room as an example, I clearly did not set up any ambush for you here, but according to the method he gave, at least four things can kill you."

Li Cunxu was tense all over and asked, "What are the four things?"

Hua Wuchang pointed to the hot tea on the table.

“There is poisonous in tea?!”

"No, if you give me some good tea and poison it, wouldn't it be as hard to forgive as scratching a knife mark on the beauty's face? The murderer would not do such a thing, and even more so, Hua wouldn't."

"Then why does it have the possibility of putting me to death?"

"Some things in this world are originally intended to be integrated with other things in order to achieve their effectiveness and realize their value."

Li Cunxu felt a little more aware, but his fingers were leaping more frequently. "No wonder his father often said that poetry, wine, music, chess, calligraphy and painting can kill people at critical moments."

Hua Wuchang stroked the pattern of his sleeves, like a swordsman wiping his sword body horizontally, but only fine pollen was wrapped, exuding a fragrance that was completely different from the sword energy.

"The prince understands?"

Li Cunxu neither nodded nor shook his head, but asked, "What should tea, flowers, fragrance, and the rest?"

"film."

"film?"

Li Cunxu suddenly showed a sarcastic look on his face and said with a smile: "The world is bustling with people, ghosts and demons, and there are many kinds of tricks. Although this prince still does not understand the strange things thoroughly enough, but if we talk about the shadows in the dark, who can match my Three Jin Shadow Guard?"

Hua Wuchang said slowly: "The prince made a mistake."

Li Cunxu said in confusion: "What's the matter?"

Hua Wuchang said: "The Three Jins are the Three Jins of King Jin, the Shadow Guard, the Shadow Guard of King Jin. Even your prince is also the crown prince of King Jin. The so-called king and ministers are inseparable, father and son are all beautiful ideas conceived by Confucian sages. Ordinary people can still stage a battle between father and son for the promotion of rice, and hope to compete for the princes in the world, and sacrifice their families for everyone. Take the Shadow Guard as an example. Can the prince really feel completely relieved by a group of shadows hidden in the dark and not under his control?"

The shocking effect of these words was actually enough, but Hua Wuchang did not intend to stop it. He quickly continued: "What's more, not all shadows are to live in the darkness."

Li Cunxu said with a gloomy face: "That kind of shadow is just a vassal of light, and it is better to live in the darkness."

Hua Wuchang said: "But at least, it can kill people, and it is in a different way than the black shadow. The green green is green, the flowers see sorrow, and the hidden fragrance... These things that are not considered poisons when separated have been regulated and distributed, and have become the eleventh most amazing poison in the world. Before killing the heart, it hurts its god first. Haha, the status of the killing village is indeed true!"

"After saying so much, I still care about the most. Is Boss Hua retelling or has already executed it on his behalf?"

"Oh? Don't you even care about the reason why the murderer wanted to get rid of the prince?"

Li Cunxu put a feather in his palm into the tea cup in front of him, and he rose and fell with the tea leaves, and said slowly: "Someone will care for me."

Bang!

Different from the usual explosion.

This sound is a shadow, and there are traces when it comes out, and there are no traces when it comes out.

When the speed is fast to the extreme, the sound it drives will no longer spread around it. It is often the moment of lightning, which will bring about ripples that are invisible, and then the high and low are judged immediately, and the outcome is decided.

No one can escape this judgment.

Even shadows are not good.

So the next moment when Su Wan's figure appeared on the right side of Li Cunxu, the "Golden Iron Room" known as the most indestructible "Golden Iron Room" in Qingliuzhai's Forty-Two Rooms was really like being stepped by a golden sword and iron horse. When the flying sand fell, a stone wall behind Hua Wuchang directly broke a big hole.

More than half of the bricks and stones were immediately squeezed out after the hole appeared, but the wall was immediately empty.

A gray-robed figure was stuck in the middle of the hole with his huge body, bearing the tilt of the entire wall and the weight of the remaining bricks and stones.

The skull was hanging down, making people unable to see his face for the time being, but they could imagine how difficult it was to see him at this moment.

Blood and sweat are sprinkled at the same time, forming a sound of water flowing in the room.

He was clearly being squeezed, but his body was gradually expanding. The tight collision between his muscles and bones not only could not prevent the rapid hardening of the meridians in his body, but instead, it was like a blacksmith, making his meridians thicker and almost breaking his skin!

"After all, it's a killer of the B-level killer. A certain elite from the Killing Village, Xiaowan, it's probably inappropriate for you to treat guests like this."
To be continued...