Chapter 1052: Stealing Each Other's Protagonist Chang'an City After Fang Jie saw the news that the Xiaoqi Riding School was rushing to send from Eastern Xinjiang, the anger in his eyes spread uncontrollably. "I thought Mu Guangling was a true hero, but now it seems that I really think highly of him. Now before the foreigners have been repulsed, he has begun to eliminate dissidents, even doing such despicable and dirty methods as depriving other anti-thief teams of food. "Come out. If we don't have the goods to support it, the team guarding Phoenix Tower will be exhausted." "The situation in Eastern Xinjiang is too chaotic. Mu Guangling may be thinking about stabilizing internal affairs first." He can concentrate on the outside world." Dugu Wenxiu said from the side: "But he forgot, how could the foreigners give him time to control the internal affairs? He was busy putting pressure on other anti-thief teams, and the foreigners were happy to see the results. If there is a big trouble, my subordinates are worried that the pressure on General Nalan will be even greater. In my opinion, it is better to send people thousands of miles to rush to Eastern Xinjiang and let Nalan Dingdong lead the troops back to Shanhaiguan. If foreigners want to enter the customs, they must go through Shanhaiguan, and sniping inside the customs is also a good idea." Wu Dao thought for a while and said: "Dugu's words are indeed reasonable. Mu Guangling is now focused on seizing the command and making everyone listen to him. There is nothing wrong with giving orders. On the battlefield, it is taboo to send orders to multiple gates. But his method is too despicable. It is better to send Nalan's troops back to Shanhaiguan to set up defenses." Fang Jie paced back and forth in the room, passing by. After a while, he nodded: "In that case, let the Xiaoqi School use the fastest method to send a message to Nalan, asking him to immediately lead his troops to withdraw from Phoenix Tower and return to Shanhaiguan to set up defenses. However, the water of foreigners The division is very strong and may have entered from the mouth of the Yangtze River. Our naval division is currently deployed to the west to block the Meng Yuan people, and they cannot be mobilized for a while. Let Nalan be careful not to be blocked by the foreigners. " "The most hateful thing is Yang Shunhui!" Chen Xiaoru said angrily: "With nearly 100,000 elites in his hands, he forgot that he was a Han and willingly served as slaves for foreigners! If the 100,000 elites in Muping City stopped him, the people of Eastern Xinjiang would The war won't be so chaotic." Wu Yidao shook his head: "You can't count on Yang Shunhui anymore. It would be a disaster to keep this person. I think it is better to get rid of him. I think there are many people in his army who can't stand it. What he did is that if he dies, a large number of righteous people will stand up to fight against the foreigners. How about I arrange for someone to go to Muping City?" "There are people in the Xiaoqiu School, but Yang Shunhui's cultivation is not bad." Fang Jie said: "Rather than letting him control an army of 100,000 and do nothing, it is really better to let the team disperse. However, there is a shortage of manpower at the Xiaoqi Riding School. The Marquis can send experts to Eastern Xinjiang." "I think drinking, sex and wealth can do it. Go." Wu Yiyi said tentatively. Fang Jie nodded: "Well, give him a chance to redeem his merits. Mr. Hou selects some people from Huotongtianxiaxiaxing. Chen Xiaoru, you select some people from Xiaoqi Riding School and let Jiuxincai take him to the east." If he can make a contribution this time, the position of deputy commander of the Xiaoqi Academy will be secured for him." "Here" Chen Xiaoru bowed his head in response. "In addition" Wu Yiyi stood up and said: "It has been almost two months since my lord entered Chang'an City. There have been more than 200 Jianghu sect leaders who have come from all over the country. There are especially many in the past few days, and there are people coming every day. A dozen or twenty people are coming. It is estimated that in ten days, the masters of sects of various sizes will arrive. If the master can draw one of them, the masters of the Taoist temples will come. If you have time, you can go and meet these people." Fang Jie said, "It is indeed necessary to meet them. There are many heroes and righteous people in the world. It is a grand event to summon so many people here. If things are settled smoothly, there will be peace in the world. " Chen Xiaoru said: "Actually, I feel that most of the sects in the world are relying on the imperial court. The world has not yet stabilized. If the lord is willing to accept them, they will. Naturally, I am satisfied. If the lord does not accept them, they may go to others. Everyone wants to gain some fame in the troubled times. It depends on whether the court will give them recognition. "Fang Jie nodded: "Go back to Mr. Hou and Chen Xiaoru first. See, I will hold a banquet to entertain them in a few days. Chen Xiaoru, you must pay more attention. With too many Jianghu sects coming, the public order in the city will inevitably deteriorate. We must not disturb the peace of the people." "Here!" Chen Xiaoru agreed loudly, and then asked: "My lord, these Jianghu travelers are all placed in the inns. There are 108 inns in Chang'an City. They are too scattered. It is better to arrange them all. Going to live in the Yanwu Yuan. For ordinary Jianghu people, the three words "Yanwu Yuan" still have weight, and they don't dare to make mistakes. " Fang Jie snorted: "It seems that Mr. Jiu is about to arrive at Jiangbei Road. I will set off early tomorrow morning and bring wine, sex and wealth to meet him. When I come back, I will entertain those friends from the world. " Jiangbei The place where Dao Fang Jie asked Jiosecai to spread the news was extremely clever, avoiding the place where the Black Flag Army deployed its defenses. Fang Jie was worried that Mr. Ninth's cultivation level was too high. If he took him from Qinhe to Lingmen Pass when he came, it would be detrimental to the generals of the Black Flag Army. Although Xiao Yijiu is now at Lingmen Pass, he cannot have both. The agreed place is called Shuixian Terrace, which is on the north bank of the Yangtze River. The reason why this place is called such a name is because a real great sage died here a few years ago. Although his body was later taken away and whipped by his enemies, as the incident spread, people here Its reputation is still growing, and it has become a place where many people come to worship. His name is Wan Xingchen. The Black Flag Army later organized the Yongxian Terrace and built a tomb here, which was not very large in scale. After all, this is just an empty tomb, and its symbolic significance is far greater than its actual significance. After the Black Flag Army passed by, this place was not abandoned. Every traveler who passed by had to fill a handful of earth for the grave. Mr. Jiu walked to this grave, looking solemn for some reason. "I should have thought of such a cheap strategy, but it actually succeeded." He smiled mockingly, then squatted down and pulled out a few weeds beside the grave. Then he picked up a few handfuls of new soil from the side and patted it firmly on the grave. I don¡¯t know when, someone was filling in the soil on the other side of the grave. Mr. Jiu didn¡¯t raise his head, and neither did the man opposite. "Actually, I have never regarded you as my biggest opponent, and I have never even thought about meeting you." Mr. Jiu said while patting the loose soil rolling down from the grave: "Sometimes life is so unsatisfactory. I don't want to be alone." The person I thought was my opponent turned out to be my opponent. In fact, I had already guessed it would be like this when I saw this lonely grave, but I didn't leave. I thought about it and found out. It¡¯s not that I underestimated you, but I overestimated myself.¡± The man opposite smiled, his voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing the soul sleeping in the grave. Yes, there are no bones in this grave, but if people have souls, they must be here. "Have you ever thought that if you plot against me, you may die?" Mr. Jiu asked. The man opposite stood up and dusted his palms a few times: "Have I ever told you that you are a chatterbox?" The first time the two met, it was so peaceful. Fang Jie took off the pipe from his waist, lit it and took a puff. He sat on this side of the grave, and Mr. Jiu sat on the other side of the grave. The two people seemed not to be opponents, not enemies, and certainly not friends. They were just like passers-by. They only appeared once in each other's lives and then crossed paths. ¡°The pipe is a symbol of the old man.¡± Mr. Jiu said. Fang Jie exhaled a puff of smoke and watched the smoke gradually dissipate in the sky: "Maybe, I am older than you think." Mr. Jiu hummed, although it was impossible for him to understand what Fang Jie said. meaning. "There are too many incomprehensible things in this world, too many unknown things. It's like the place I stayed in for a long time. It clearly belongs to this world but I don't understand it. If I understood it, I might leave I have already killed you very far away.¡± Mr. Jiu couldn¡¯t help but smile when he thought of this: ¡°That must be a very interesting thing.¡± Fang Jie smiled softly and looked at the smoke lingering in the sky. Everyone has read and heard many bizarre stories. In each story, the person who has experienced extraordinary things is the protagonist. Either he is blessed in a dangerous situation, or he knows the cause and effect in a crisis, and in the end he can achieve something great. In fact, everyone is a book and the protagonist in this book. For example, you must have experienced many things that ordinary people can't even imagine. According to the rules of the story, you feel that you should be the protagonist of the story. " "What about you?" Mr. Jiu asked with a smile: "Have you often had such thoughts since you were a child? You feel that you must be the one who is different, and you even have the illusion that the world is developing around you. If you leave yourself, the world may look like something terrible." "Yes." Fang Jie nodded: "But I think, not just you and me, maybe everyone has had such a fantasy when they were children. , when you grow up, as your life becomes entangled with trivial matters, you no longer have time to fantasize, and those who continue to fantasize after they grow up will probably have adventures. ¡± Mr. Jiu hummed: "As you said, if everyone's life is viewed as a book, everyone will naturally be the protagonist. When you said this, I suddenly understood that my world does not need to be much bigger than others. , it¡¯s just a book. However, my book may be thicker, very thick.¡± He asked: ¡°What about you?¡± Fang Jie smiled brightly: ¡°I am also a little different from others. "What's the difference?" Mr. Jiu asked. Fang Jie turned his head and looked at Mr. Jiu: "Everyone can see themselves as the protagonist of a book. You are like this, he is like this, everyone in the world is like this, but I am not like this. In my opinion, I am the protagonist. , I am not the protagonist of a book, but I am the protagonist of every book." Mr. Jiu frowned: "It's so ambitious." There is an empty tomb between the two people, and there is such a weighty person buried in it. soul. And right next to this sleeping soul, two men who didn't look very old stood up. Standing face to face, the expressions on their faces are somewhat similar. "I think I should be able to kill you." Mr. Jiu said seriously: "In that case, all your books will be mine." Fang Jie hummed and said, "I'll wait for you to pick them up."