An Lehou turned around in shock and saw the young man in white robe. He was over 70 years old and was used to many things in the world. Therefore, after a brief shock, he came to his senses.

He knew that this young man could come behind him through so many people, and he must be not an ordinary person, so he was very calm and did not yell.

He never wants to deal with people who are too young in his life because he is afraid that young people will be too impulsive, and many things will be discussed before they can be discussed.

The young man in white robe looked at him and asked seriously: "I said I want Xie Ying to be the emperor. What do you think?"

Some mockery appeared on Anlehou's old face, but it was soon covered up by him and turned into a perfectly correct hint of surprise.

"This young master, are you General Xie's friend?"

The young man in white robe looked at him, took a few steps back, sat on the stone bench, and said, "I went to Wushan to see that the food was at the bottom of the mountain, and your accounts were fake."

Anlehou was sure that this young man was not the kind of guy who acted on his own will, so he felt relieved, "I have food, even if the accounts are fake, what does it matter?"

Many things are not that simple.

The young man in white robe looked at An Lehou and whispered: "Don't you want to die?"

He didn't want to reason with others, so he wanted to use this sentence to scare An Lehou. If he scared him, things would naturally be simple.

An Lehou had some mockery in his eyes, "It's useless to kill me."

The young man in white robe raised his fingers and counted, "If I kill many people, will the Zhou Kingdom be in chaos?"

Anlehou only thought that this young man was a lunatic. He said, "Even if you are the best martial arts master, can you kill so many people?"

The young man in white robe frowned and said, "So there will be many people who will kill, and it will be a bit troublesome."

Anlehou Cang's old face had some inexplicable emotions. He closed his mouth and was unwilling to speak.

The young man in white robe stood up and looked at him seriously, "I know killing is not a good way, so I want you to take out the food yourself. Of course, I want you to feel that no matter how much you do, I should let you despair."

Anlehou felt that this sentence made some sense, but he would not think that this young man was normal.

The young man in white robe stood up, and in Anlehou's disgusting gaze, the sword at his waist was instantly unsheathed and swept across the sky, missing. He looked at Anlehou with a smile, "I forgot to tell you that the sword is called Zheyun, I am a swordsman."

"It's a swordsman, not a swordsman."

Anlehou may not be able to understand what sword energy is, but he could feel the cold chill that scared him. He was not very clear about the difference between a swordsman and a swordsman, but he knew that the one who could let the sword unsheathed himself and sweep into the sky was definitely not a martial artist in the martial arts world.

Anlehou was a little lost and soon came to his senses. Then he watched the return cloud stop beside him, facing his head. He was a little scared, and then he knelt down tremblingly and fell to the ground, "Have you seen the immortal master!"

A martial artist cannot solve most problems in a country, but a monk can completely solve many problems in a country.

The young man in white robe stretched out his hand, revealing the tiger talisman in his palm, and smiled and said, "It turns out that it's useless."

When Anlehou saw the tiger talisman, he was shocked and thought to himself that His Majesty had this immortal master behind him. No wonder he was so confident. So what did this immortal master think before, was to mobilize the army of Zhou to directly overthrow those opposing clans?

If this is the case, it would be a really horrifying thing.

It will not be too difficult for the border soldiers who fought on the battlefield to deal with these aristocratic families with only the hawks and dogs and private military guards, but it will only cause many subsequent chain reactions.

However, this immortal master who is on the mountain should not care.

Anyway, as long as Xie Ying sits on the throne, even if Zhou State is a mess, it will not make him happy or unhappy.

"I want food to reappear. I want everyone under your command to agree with this. Next I want to meet more people, and hope they will cooperate like you. Otherwise, I will start killing people. Everyone you care about will die. Maybe you can help me?"

Anlehou had a lot of emotions on his old face, but in the end they just turned into a sentence, "I understand."

Why can't martial artists be so scared? It's because they can't do what they want to do and what they are afraid of. Otherwise, monks can move mountains and fill the seas, they can control the swords and skyscrapers, they can do what they want to do, and they won't have any other thoughts that shouldn't be or regrets. Therefore, Anlehou is very scared.

Supporting the prince is to get more, and to prevent Xie Ying from having less than the amount of his possession after he became emperor.

But what is in front of him now is not to ask him to choose who is more cost-effective to support, but to let him choose whether to have less or lose everything.

He is a smart person, so he naturally should choose.

So the day after he looked up at the young man in white robe no longer in place, Wu Shan's food had already returned.

He began to transport grain into Shaoliang City.

As for the other families, they have seen the young man in white robe, more or less, long or short.

Everyone only spent a little time, but it was extremely tiring to walk through so many places and see so many people.

Therefore, when we finished this, it was already late winter.

When drinking in Shaoliang City, you have to use a small stove to keep your charcoal warm, and then warm the wine by the stove.

The same is true for Qingping dial.

The shopkeeper brought up the small stove and placed it in front of the young man in white robe.

His eyes were full of respect when he looked at the young man, but he admired the old man beside him.

Many people should admire him.

The young man put a pot of wine on it, but an old man sat next to him.

The old man with gray hair, the priest Li Ji.

The first civil servant in the entire court is now like a very quiet student, sitting beside the young man in white robe.

The young man asked, "What else can Lord Li think he can do?"

Li Ji looked at the pot of wine, thinking that he could only drink some of the wine he wanted to drink here on weekdays, but today he could drink freely. It was an excellent thing, and he should be in a good mood, but looking at the young man and the sword that the young man put aside.

He couldn't be happy.

Half an hour ago, the young man said that the sword was called Shili.

The sword is called Shili, and the young man is called Li Fuyao.

How long is ten miles long? Anyway, it is longer than this sword.

This was Li Ji's idea at that time.

But he understood that Li Fuyao was not just so simple to invite him to drink, nor was he trying to tell him that he was a monk and a god on the mountain, so that he could be careful.

Li Ji knew that there must be something more important.

But he has experienced vicissitudes and stood in the court for more than fifty years. After seeing all living beings, he has not thought clearly about one thing, that is, this young man has already dealt with the great families of aristocratic families, and there is nothing else that can't be done.

Li Fuyao did not rush to speak, and waited for the pot of wine to start heating up, then took out the wine bowl and poured a bowl for Li Ji.

In most cases, drinking with scholars should use wine glasses.

After all, scholars are elegant and should not use wine utensils like wine bowls.

But Li Fuyao smiled and said, "The wine should be good, and the wine glasses are not filled with too much. I think Lord Li should like to use wine bowls, after all, he can drink more."

When he said this, Li Fuyao was laughing, his voice was very gentle, just like a future generation who was considering Li Ji.

Li Ji looked a little strange, then picked up the wine bowl, took a sip, and then said: "Mr. Li was highly respected by His Majesty back then. Now he has His Majesty's support. He is even more an immortal master on the mountain. He should be his own idea of ​​whatever he wants, and there is no need to ask other people's ideas."

Li Fu shook his head, "Mr. Li is a minister in the court and is very famous. I think it should be to ask Mr. Li what he thinks."

Although Li Ji is old, he is extremely tough. It is actually no problem to continue to be a priest for a few years. He said: "I am an ordinary old guy, and I want to stay and take a few more glances."

He had guessed Li Fuyao's thoughts.

But he didn't want to leave.

Li Fuyao was able to kill everyone, but he could not kill Li Ji.

Li Ji represents the past court. If it cannot be properly handled, the future court will become chaotic.

It's just that even though Li Ji has already stated that he is willing to move to a new court.

Many people will find it awkward.

Li Fuyao said bluntly: "I don't know if you really want to go to a new shore."

Li Fuyao felt that the word "Biang" was very good.

He said the word "you" to show respect for Li Ji.

Li Ji asked, "I remember you are not from Zhou?"

Li Fuyao understood what he meant and said calmly: "But I don't want to make this place worse."

Li Ji said calmly: "I don't really believe it."

“So I want to see.”

Li Ji has been standing in the court for more than 50 years and has seen many things, but he is not a person who abides by the rules. He knows that Zhou Guo has Xie Ying at the helm, so he has no objection and knows that what Li Fuyao did was the last thing to do was to leave.

He also thinks it's good.

But I don't want to leave.

There is no reason.

Just simply not wanting to leave.

Li Fuyao looked at him, "I don't want to see the Zhou Kingdom now, I'm very disappointed."

Li Ji said: "I feel disappointed, I have some. When I was young, I was also a young man who was angry and vulgar. After so long, I think I can still be called a young man."

Li Ji smiled and said, "So please let me stay and see."

Li Fuyao said oh and nodded.

"Then I'll bother you."

Li Ji smiled and said, "No need to thank you. I haven't dealt with young people for a long time."
Chapter completed!