I have nothing but luck

Chapter 20

"Today I'm dead."

It really is a national teacher, if you don't say it, it will be fine, once you say it, it will be such a big event.

Jiang Jingxing was very impatient: "There is bound to be a good show between the princes and queens, but what do I do?"

The emperor of the Northern Zhou Dynasty who passed away was given the posthumous title of success by later generations, just as later generations gave him the evaluation. He was a lord of the mean, benevolent and cowardly. Hand over half of the power to the women in the harem.

Moderation, benevolence and cowardice have the benefits of being benevolent and cowardly.

After the death of Emperor Cheng, the long-standing conflicts in the Northern Zhou Dynasty finally exploded to the surface.

The national teacher smiled slowly. He clearly looked like a young man in his early twenties, but when he smiled, he had the calmness tempered by countless winds and frosts: "There is a new radical in Donghuang."

Xie Rongjiao counted the time when the head of the Xiabeihuang radical ascended the throne, and couldn't help but feel worried about the intelligence system of the Zhou family.

"What happened three months ago, you can find anyone on the street who can explain the ins and outs clearly." Jiang Jingxing said in a nonchalant manner, "Listen to my advice, don't keep spies, what's the use of saving some money for the treasury not good."

The national teacher ignored his bunch of guns and sticks: "The new department of Donghuang first killed the old radical, and then the twelve departments were forced by his power and supported him to ascend the throne."

Jiang Jingxing thought for a while: "You said this to prove to me that the new radical is not that good in the realm of heaven and man?"

He said from the bottom of his heart: "Actually, there is no need. I don't feel much difference in the level of Heaven and Human Realm."

They can't beat him.

It's hard to describe the meaning of the national teacher's smile, but it is very suitable for him to say the words like raindrops, "An army of tens of thousands of people forcibly kills the heaven and the human realm, can the holy realm do it?"

"I haven't tried it." Jiang Jingxing answered quickly, "But it's true that the chief of the Donghuang tribe has not stepped into the holy realm."

He snorted lightly: "Is it really Chinese cabbage or spring bamboo shoots in the Holy Land? If it pops up all over the place, where will I put my face?"

The national teacher was speechless.

Xie Rongjiao, who was sitting quietly at the side, saw that they had been going around for a long time without getting to the point, and it was very likely that they started fighting before they got to the point, and finally couldn't help but said: "Your Majesty, I would like to ask, the national teacher is here at this critical moment. Ling, what's the matter?"

In terms of cultivation base and seniority, naturally there is nothing he can say.

But there is Bei Zhou behind the national teacher, he asked the foreign dignified guest as the young master of Fengling City, the owner of this place, and he should ask this question out of emotion and reason.

It was the first time for the national teacher to see Xie Rongjiao.

The first thought was that the boy would go well with his saber.

They all have a gorgeous appearance, brilliant and bright, but sharp and hard inside.

Underneath the good looks is gold and jade beauty.

At the level of a national teacher, there are some things that don't need to be extrapolated deliberately.

With more confidence in his heart, he replied: "I want to ask someone to help."

"Kill the radical."

The words are not surprising and die endlessly.

Xie Rongjiao frowned: "If you kill the radicals, the Eastern Wilderness will be like a mad tiger, and I'm afraid it will be hard to stop."

This is a scene that completely tore apart Kyushu and Beihuang occasionally making small fights and trying to maintain a peaceful surface.

Xie Rongjiao also knew that it was not the time for him to speak, but he subconsciously spoke out under the emotional shock.

The national teacher said with a smile: "The follow-up response will naturally be handled by me."

No, he didn't feel at ease when he was handed over to Jiang Jingxing, who was unreliable. What did Jiang Jingxing and his apprentice have to worry about?

Xie Rongjiao said politely: "The army stationed in the northern frontier is not a branch of Zhenbei Army."

The implication is obviously that he doesn't believe that he can suppress the turmoil after the radical's death by himself.

It's just that if you pay attention to the details, he should be called the master of the country, Xie Rongjiao reined in the precipice, and spoke euphemistically once in a century.

The national teacher's smile froze slightly on his face.

Aside from those superficial appearances, Jiang Jingxing's apprentice really looked like him.

He is well versed in the principle of saying too much and making mistakes. In addition to the chaotic situation in the Northern Zhou Dynasty, it is not easy to spare two days to go south.

So the national teacher put down the last sentence and flew away: "I have brought the words. The world's most powerful saints stand tall and see more clearly than me. They should know it well. Whether the saints are willing to use the sword to kill the radicals depends on the saints." Yes, I won’t persuade you much.”

Xie Rongjiao sent the national teacher to the outside of the village as a courtesy.

The national teacher said intentionally or unintentionally: "You are quite similar to Jiang Jingxing."

Now Xie Rongjiao is not worried about Bei Zhou's intelligence system, but Bei Zhou's future.

He wanted to sincerely persuade the national teacher to see two doctors to treat his eyes, but fortunately he stopped in time, and searched his guts to find a similarity: "Master and I both practice swords?"

According to this, I am afraid that there are more than tens of millions of people in the world who are similar to Jiang Jingxing.

Seeing the young man's expression of astonishment, the national teacher became narrow-minded, and smiled slightly: "No, the similarity between you is that you are destined to be the world."

Finally, he understood where Jiang Jingxing got his ability to blow nonsense with his eyes closed.

Learned from his master.

It is really not easy to make Xie Rongjiao slander.

Jiang Jingxing said depressedly: "No, will he lose a piece of meat if he persuades him a little more? My sword is so easy to please, doesn't it seem very embarrassing?"

"Perhaps you can wait for Master to hold the head of the radical before showing off to the national teacher to show that your sword is not an ordinary sword."

Xie Rongjiao was connected with him, and from his few words, he could see that Jiang Jingxing had put a dead stamp on the radical.

"It's hard for me to say whether it's good or not to kill the radical, but since you decided, Master, there must be your reason. And the radical should be killed." Xie Rongjiao put the fishing rod aside, looked up at Jiang Jingxing, "Left and right Let's go to Beishou together, and take the opportunity to settle the affairs of Xuanwu City and the radical together."

Willows flutter like snow, green water murmurs as bright as waves, ten miles of spring breeze makes people drunk, and flowers and branches are full of flowers and branches like smoke and clouds. By his side, these most beautiful scenery in the world lose their color and become a foil.

It's not that it's not beautiful, it's not that it's not good, but it's not beautiful enough compared to him. It's a matter of course that the morning glow dims the clouds, and the bright moon passes the stars.

The national teacher's figure gradually faded away, but Xie Rongjiao's eyebrows and eyes became more and more clear.

The last trace of unhappiness in Jiang Jingxing's heart dissipated quietly, just like after he killed Emperor Zhou with his sword, all the hatred and unwillingness in the past dissipated under the brilliant five-color divine light.

In Fulai Town, the dean was right and wrong.

The five-color divine light is not the celestial phenomenon for his sanctification, but it is also the celestial phenomenon that he relies on for his sanctification.

He laughed and said lightly: "That's right, Mo Luo has been too diligent in intervening in Kyushu recently, and the Baji sword is out of its sheath. I'm afraid he still happily thinks it's rusted."

In Fengling City Lord's Mansion, a person chuckled, "I was alert on the first day of the lunar new year. After this incident, those who were buried in the Guiyuan army will be considered useless."

He said regretful words, his tone was not regretful, and even the pride of having a daughter in my family was hidden in it.

The person standing in front of him maintained a respectful and bowed posture, and said cautiously, "My lady is a hero of the great cause, she runs the army rigorously, and the Guiyuan army is naturally impeccable."

"Your Majesty has been involved in this matter a lot, so it's inevitable that you will be aware of it. Why didn't you tell your Majesty about this, so that your Majesty can understand your painstaking efforts?"

The man shrugged slightly, with a light-hearted indifference, "Don't hesitate to be a child, and when everything comes to light, he will naturally understand, so there is no need to worry."

The lights in the room flickered, illuminating the phoenix feathers in his hair that were as red as blood, and delicately depicting the indifferent expression on Xie Huan's handsome face like a jade carving.

Such as under heavy calculations, all the overall situation is under control, only then can the layers of obstacles be seen as rubble and wooden blocks that are easily crossed, not worth mentioning.