Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

Frost sequence, the autumn wind is refreshing, the heat of midsummer gradually recedes, and the wind is wrapped in the slightest coolness.

Now is a good time to go out on an outing in autumn and enjoy the leaves and climb the heights.

The carriage was bumpy, and the people inside closed their eyes and concentrated, feeling the squeak of the wheel rolling over the bumpy road.

"Ahead is the capital of Da Yuan."

The great Confucian Gu Ziyuan, who was wearing a moon-white gown, reined in the reins, turned his horse's head, and said with a smile.

Not far away stood a towering city wall, on which the garrison in iron armor was patrolling.

On the high place is flying the Great Abyss with the dark color as the bottom and the vermilion dragon flag.

"This is the capital of Dayuan! It's so spectacular!"

The young Confucian students who followed immediately faded away from their previous tiredness, and you began to discuss each and every word.

"No wonder Ah Guo defended the city for a few days and failed to break through Da Yuan, but was instead attacked by Da Yuan's iron cavalry into the capital. Looking at it now, Da Yuan's moat is really solid."

"Such a big country is indeed different from the small countries that have studied abroad before. It is really exciting."

There are many countries in the great wilderness, a hundred schools of thought contend, witchcraft is rampant, and there are countless fairy tales.

It coincides with the chaotic times, and the times create people. The princes compete for hegemony, and many countries are thirsty for talents.

In the past, there were white robes who worshiped each other and admired each other for the seal of the six countries, and later, there was a farmer who led the army and returned with a great victory. It is an era in which heroes are born in large numbers, witchcraft is prevalent, countries compete with each other, and knights are romantic.

The Great Yuan Dynasty is strong and powerful, and it is the same as the Wei Kingdom.

The state of Wei is now no longer hegemonic, and it is in a state of decline. On the other hand, Da Yuan, a reformed country, is on the rise.

Such a bright prospect naturally attracts talents from all over the world.

This is exactly the case for the Confucian children who came to Dayuan for study tours. Although they did not agree with Dayuan’s current tyranny/politics, they also hoped to introduce their own ideas and ideas of governance to Dayuan. Study tours are an important means for them to promote.

The Confucian disciples dismounted at the city gate, held the reins, and waited in line to enter the city.

The garrison guarding the city gate read their ultimatum: "Confucianism?"

Gu Ziyuan, the leader of the team at the forefront, hurriedly handed over: "Exactly."

The way of governing the country in Dayuan is mostly based on Legalism, and all the houses in the court are blooming with flowers. Zongheng, Taoism, Yin-Yang, Zajia and military all have a place in Dayuan, and only Confucianism is not very popular.

This cannot be blamed on Da Yuan. In fact, in the entire Great Wilderness, only small countries that abide by the etiquette of previous dynasties are very enthusiastic about Confucianism. Although there are many large countries, none of them really use Confucianism to govern the country.

Today coincides with the Warring States Period, and all countries are pursuing reforms and strengthening their military forces and expanding their territories. Confucianism emphasizes benevolence and propriety, which is easy to implement, but extremely difficult to practice.

Gu Ziyuan also knew this, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Their Confucians have been wandering around in small countries for many years, rarely stepping into the boundaries of such powerful countries as Da Yuan. One is that he is not happy with the tyrannical style of the monarch of Dayuan, and the other is that Dayuan vigorously promotes the legalist concept.

As we all know, France and Confucianism have been hostile for a long time. Isn't it boring to enter the realm where the opponent has the upper hand?

But today is different from the past, the prosperity of Da Yuan is obvious to all. If Confucianism wants to gain a foothold, it is inseparable from the support and recognition of great powers.

The garrison glanced behind him: "Who is sitting on the carriage?"

Gu Ziyuan replied: "Master Huijun, I am a distinguished guest of my Confucian leader in the car. He has a problem in both eyes, you see..."

"Stop talking nonsense!" The garrison interrupted him directly: "If you want to enter the capital, you have to undergo an inspection. Call the people in your car and unpack all your luggage! Otherwise, don't blame me for waiting!"

He drank it, and the surrounding city guards clenched their spears one after another, with stern expressions on their faces.

The people who were waiting in line behind them to enter the city retreated, with obvious fear on their faces.

The little girl who was pinched and tugged grabbed the hem of the adult's clothes and sobbed: "Auntie, are they going to arrest us and behead and kill us?"

"Don't talk nonsense!" The elder in ragged clothes quickly covered her mouth, for fear of causing trouble.

Although Da Yuan's millions of troops are strong, they are also called the division of tigers and wolves, and they are notorious in the world.

Furthermore, Dayuan has a harsh criminal law in China, and it is terrifying to hear any torture at random. People in other countries are accustomed to being free and unrestrained, and it is difficult to accept such severe consequences, and they are increasingly regarded as a monstrous beast.

Just as the city gate was waiting, the voice of a man Qingyue came from behind the curtain of the car.

"Master, don't raise the army and move the crowd, the grass-roots people will come down."

Articulated hands pulled the curtains open.

The people in the carriage were all dressed in snow-white long skirts, lined with pine green, embellished with emerald gilt on the placket and cuffs, and their faces were as warm as jade. A sword is tied around his waist, and he does not wear a crown on the top of his head. Instead, he imitates the warriors of various countries with a ponytail, leaving his long black hair behind him, showing a valiant appearance.

Just looking at the body posture, no one can say that the body is like Yuanding Yuezhi, Huaijin holds Yu, and people are like the spring breeze.

However, such a noble and noble person, with an inch of white silk covering his eyes, lost his spirits.

The onlookers attracted by passive silence all shook their heads and sighed with pity.

"For those who carry weapons, go to the other side to register."

Seeing that the man in the carriage was really a blind man, he was still a blind man with a handsome face and outstanding temperament, and he looked like a son of an aristocratic family. The garrison was no longer embarrassed, and waved his hand to let him register himself.

"Brother Luo, please come with me."

Gu Ziyuan took a step forward, and after instructing the Confucian disciples behind him to wait here for a while, he led Zong Luo to the side.

Nowadays, the separation of civil and military has not yet begun. From the monarch to the scholar and warrior, there is a tradition of sabre swords. Most of the people at that time were both civil and military. For example, the Mo clan tycoon, Feng Yuejun of the Wei Kingdom, are all well-known swordsmen.

Confucianism is no exception, and there are many students in the school who have both civil and military cultivation. It's just that Gu Ziyuan, as a great scholar, has a brilliant literary talent, but his talent in martial arts is mediocre, so he doesn't pay much attention to it.

There is a special measuring station in the place where the weapons are registered, not only to measure the length of the sword, but also to record the salient features of the sword body and put it in the arsenal order file, so as to avoid future troubles.

Zong Luo casually tied the sword on his waist and handed it to the garrison.

The scabbard of his saber was unremarkable, the whole body was silver and white, and there was no way to see it. Only on the hilt of the sword hung a jet-black ancient jade, which was engraved with complicated and mysterious Kui patterns.

The garrison drew his sword at random.

When the long sword was unsheathed, a cold light flashed, the blade was like autumn frost, and it was piercing, and you could feel its cold aura when you held it in your hand.

"Good sword!"

The painter who was in charge of the registration looked at it, almost knocked over the inkstone, and his eyes lit up, "This gentleman, can you let me take a closer look?"

A good saddle must be matched with a good horse, and a good sword must be matched by a good master.

Such a gleaming sword looks like it was made by a famous master. Who would believe that its owner is just a nameless martial artist?

It's just a pity that the master turned out to be a blind man, and he still carried the medicinal aura that could not be dissipated.

"Of course." Zong Luo nodded with a smile.

The painter couldn't help but took it with both hands.

He was a sword lover, so he carefully held the sword in his hand and looked at it carefully.

"Good, good, good! The sword is three feet eight long, cuts gold and jade, cuts iron like mud, it is indeed a good sword!"

The painter said three good things in a row, and while trying the sword, he saw the lines on the sword from the corner of his eye, and his heart was full of doubts.

He grabbed the hilt of the sword with his backhand, and when he looked down at the body of the sword, he was like a person who climbed high and stared into the abyss.

Ordinary swords are tangible and unintentional, but this sword is simply unsheathed and you can feel the sword intent of Ling Lie, which is obviously extremely extraordinary.

He might have underestimated it before. Such precious swords should be listed in the weapon spectrum!

Or... it's already on the weapon spectrum.

The more the painter looked at it, the more familiar he became, and the more shocked he became. In his mind, a description that could be right on the swordsmen quickly flashed through his mind, but the idea was too absurd, and he didn't dare to jump to conclusions.

His face was solemn: "Sir...I take the liberty to ask, does this sword have a name?"

Zong Luo shook his head: "I don't remember."

"Can not remember?"

Gu Ziyuan, who was accompanying him, helped explain: "Brother Luo is a distinguished guest of the leader of my family. He happened to faint near the Confucian Hanlu a year ago. I can pull it back from the gate of hell. I don't think Brother Luo woke up after half a year of rest, but it was like a big dream and he lost his memory."

Gu Ziyuan is not skilled in martial arts, and the painter loves to play with his hands and does not use the surveying and mapping tools. He thinks he is happy to see the hunter, and just wants to quickly dispel the opponent's thoughts: "This sword was never let go when Brother Luo was seriously injured, it is obviously a carry-on before he lost his memory. Sabre."

He said tactfully: "A gentleman does not take people's favor. If the gentleman has finished his inspection, he should return the property to the original owner as soon as possible."

The painter was silent, turned around and whispered to the garrison, and then turned around: "Sorry, this sword cannot be returned to you for the time being."

"Please wait a moment for the two of you. This matter is very important. I have sent someone to invite the commander to come and decide."

Now it was Gu Ziyuan's turn to be surprised.

The great commander is in charge of the garrison of the capital, and he is also in charge of the nearly 100,000 Great Yuan garrison.

This painter just wanted a sword, so he invited the Great Commander of the Great Yuan. Could it be that he wanted to grab it by force? This is too absurd!

"Brother Luo, or else forget it."

Fortunately, Gu Ziyuan is a great scholar of the generation, and has excellent self-cultivation. But after hearing what the painter said, his expression changed on the spot, and he wanted to pull Zong Luo away.

"It is said that the laws of Dayuan are strict, but now that I look at it, I am afraid that it is just a paper tiger. In broad daylight, I even robbed the sword. If this is the case, we will not come to this Dayuan!"

Zong Luo was noncommittal and was about to step forward when he heard a strong male voice not far away.

"Why are you all gathered here?"

The tall, armor-clad leader carried a hammer, frowned and strode forward, his eyes gliding over the two people with their backs to him, without paying too much attention.

The painter replied respectfully: "Report to the commander, the subordinate was just registering the weapon, and suddenly found a sword."

Duan Junhao raised his eyebrows: "Bring it here and have a look."

He is an upright person, and he thought that the newly promoted painter was trying to find him to deal with the inside and outside, and swallow the sword of others. : "Seven Star Longyuan?!"

As soon as the name of the sword came out, everyone was shocked, and there was silence all around.

Qixing Longyuan, one of the ten famous swords in the world, was jointly forged by master swordsmith Ou Yezi and Gan Jiang. The body of the sword is based on the black iron of Hanshan Mountain, and the meteorite iron from outside the sky is added.

There is no one who learns martial arts in the world who does not know this sword.

However, more famous than the sword itself, is its owner.

As we all know, Qixing Longyuan is the sword of the third prince of Dayuan.

As for the third prince of Dayuan, as early as a year ago, in order to defend the country, he died in battle, leaving no bones.

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Emperor Yuan today has not established an empress, nor has he established a reserve, and he does not discriminate between descendants and concubines, and treats them equally.

There are a total of nine princes in Da Yuan. The first prince fought with Emperor Yuan in his early years and unfortunately died in battle; the second prince died not long after he was born, the seventh prince accidentally fell into the water and drowned when he was a child, and the third prince followed in the footsteps of the first prince last year.

The third prince is a stable person. He used to be a hostage in Weiguo when he was a child. After being taken back to Dayuan, he personally took charge of the battle, and the Xuanqi led by his subordinates made use of the mobility of the cavalry. He is deeply loved by the people and is the most popular candidate for the prince.

Although the third prince has been abroad for many years to fight in the Quartet, he may not return to the dynasty once every year. But as the great commander, Duan Junhao has naturally seen it.

The time that left the deepest impression was when the Third Prince defeated the State of Lu, assembled the army, and returned to the DPRK with a piece of paper.

On the day the good news came, Shili Changjie was surrounded by water. The general was dressed in fresh clothes and angry, and he was in high spirits, and he saw all the Chang'an flowers in one day.

There is nothing more gratifying in life than this.

Duan Junhao followed the disciples of other officials and stood on the pavilion, looking far into the distance. However, he saw the third prince dismount and stand in the middle of the crowd of people on the street, bowing his hands in all directions, showing his apology.

In the distance, you can still hear that clear and clear voice like hitting a stone.

"Everyone handed over the family's strong man Bai Ding to Da Yuan. I hope that when I return safely, I also hope that my family is safe. However, my strength is not good. Although I returned with a great victory, my subordinates still lost thousands of brothers... They are all my people in Dayuan, and they are the hope to support the whole family. I am truly ashamed and deeply sorry."

It is difficult to describe Duan Junhao's mood at that time.

Seeing this scene at that time, everyone from the officials down to the common people was shocked.

In all fairness, the battle of the Kingdom of Lu could not have been more exciting.

The three princes led Xuanqi to take advantage of the darkness of the night, and quickly tore through the enemy's supply line like lightning. A sword and a thousand cavalry are better than a million divisions. He even went down to three cities without costing a single soldier, causing the opponent to open the city gate and surrender.

It can be said that in the past few years, winning the country of Lu is the long-term battle that Da Yuan has fought with the least loss.

However, that's it, the third prince still felt that he was not doing well enough.

Even if the atmosphere of the Great Abyss is reopened, the inner class system is still impenetrable.

There are princes and generals who are sympathetic to the people, and there are those who are concerned about the country and the people, but there are very few who really have the courage to admit their mistakes in front of the people. There is only one third prince who can frankly confess his faults in the street like this.

Later, Duan Junhao heard that the third prince would open his private treasury every year to give more subsidies to the soldiers who sacrificed in his hands.

As a general, he knew how much the other side protected his soldiers like a calf. It is no wonder that the Xuan Cavalry Army became famous in the wild, and swore to die with it. Duan Junhao was convinced.

Externally, the three princes fought in the four fields and were unstoppable. Internally, he is benevolent to the people and loves things, and loves the people like a son. A few years ago, when there was a natural disaster in the north, he also took the initiative to ask Ying to lead the troops for disaster relief, not to mention spending money and materials every year due to drought.

Even the literati and writers of the Great Wilderness changed their slander and disapproval of the royal family of the Great Yuan Dynasty, and praised the three princes of the Yuan Dynasty, "Wen Tao, martial arts, clear breeze and bright moon, gentleman's style".

The accident happened a year ago in the Battle of Hangu Pass.

When Dayuan sent troops to other countries, many countries suddenly joined forces to attack, and they came in a lightning strike.

At that time, it happened that Dayuan sent troops, and the troops were insufficient. The permanent army stationed at Hangu Pass is only 50,000.

If Hangu Pass is lost, it will be the capital of Dayuan after the pass.

The capital was surrounded by 100,000 garrison troops, not to mention that it was impossible to mobilize all of them.

Just at the most critical moment, the third prince who got the news came with three thousand mysterious cavalry. It was like a god of war descending. He divided three teams into the enemy camp from the weakest place, and caught the enemy by surprise. He also dispatched the disciples and advisers recruited by his disciples to break through the strategy of uniting the countries of the world by lobbying and recruiting.

Duan Junhao did not take the position of the great commander at that time, and he was deeply impressed because the last great commander was his father. His father came forward to lead some of the garrison troops out to resist, and almost died before the third prince. In the final analysis, the three princes also have great favors for their family.

No one expected that the 500,000 army was torn apart by these 3,000 people and fled in a panic.

But the Xuan Cavalry also paid a heavy price. In the absence of support for a long time, it was almost completely destroyed, and the whereabouts of the third prince were also unknown.

After the army retreated, Emperor Yuan ordered the army to clean up the battlefield and carefully compare each corpse, not to mention the traces of the third prince, not even a piece of clothing could be found.

In grief, Emperor Yuan decreed that he would be crowned the crown prince, set up a tablet in the Taimiao Temple, and set up a burial cemetery.

The people were also extremely mourned, and the people who went to the Wusi temple to offer incense and mourning lasted for months. Knowing that the third prince liked orchids, they kept them from house to house, and placed them on the streets during the Shangsi Festival.

After that, more and more people remembered that before the First World War at Hangu Pass, Tai Wu had predicted the appearance of nine stars in a row.

That night, like a yellow beam floating in the air, the whole world had a big dream.

In the dream, black clouds overwhelm the city, and thunder and dragons surging above the clouds.

The white-clothed general came from a distant place on horseback, and the surrounding was full of smoke and flames, sinking sand and breaking halberds.

Blood stained red and white robes. Looking around, all the mysterious horses behind him have fallen, staggering and falling off their horses.

In the midst of all the embattled songs, the third prince fell to the ground, suddenly looking up to the sky and smiling.

He staggered and picked up his sword, laying it across his neck.

In an instant, a torrential rain fell.

His black hair was gone, his eyes were deeply closed, and his appearance was like snow.

All the people all over the world fell in love with the three princes, but he held a long sword and guarded the gate of the country, and in his dream he killed himself outside Hangu Pass, at the foot of the imperial city.

When I woke up from the dream, I couldn't tell whether Zhuang Zhou Meng Die or Die Meng Zhuang Zhou.

After the death of the third prince at Hangu Pass, the common people mentioned this matter one after another, saying that it was because of God's feelings, and the immortals dreamed of it.

Legend has it that the immortals who went down to earth and experienced calamities, after protecting the common people, should naturally go back.

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Since then, the third prince's sword, Qixing Longyuan, has also followed the owner's death and his whereabouts are unknown.

But now, it has reappeared in front of the Great Abyss Capital.

Appeared...in the hands of a blind swordsman.

Duan Junhao was about to step forward to scold the origin of this precious sword, but when he looked up, he saw the face of the swordsman in white, and he almost fell to his knees.

Duan Junhao couldn't forget this handsome face and elegant temperament, even if there were a few more layers of cloth on his eyes.

He was sweating profusely, and suddenly knelt down with his fists clasped, his voice trembling.

"The last general sees His Royal Highness the Third Prince!"