Chapter 107 Asking the King of Jin to accept the order
Author: Zeng Xumishan Xia Zang
Chapter 107 Asking the King of Jin to accept the order
The residence of King Li Keyong of Jin Dynasty.
At this moment, he is dressed in a white robe, wearing a high crown, with white beard and hair, and an old face. One eye is covered by an eye patch, but his eyes are bright and clear, as if he contains endless wisdom and experience, which makes people feel a sense of awe.
and admiration. Even at an advanced age, his eyes are still full of indescribable depth.
Even though the magical tortoise has a long life, it will still have its end; the soaring snake rides on the mist and will eventually turn into ashes. However, the old man is helpless, but his ambition is thousands of miles away.
In front of him, there was still the huge chessboard with the word Jin written on it. On the chessboard, black and white skulls were used as chess pieces, fighting endlessly.
Beside him, there is a man with a generous face, wearing a cape, who is extremely heroic, Meng Zhixiang.
Li Key raised his hand and used his internal strength to take out a skull chess piece from a pile of dead bones. He raised his hand and dropped it steadily on the chessboard. Immediately, he used another force to knock out several white pieces on the chessboard.
Pick it up, crush it with internal force, turn it into powder, and dissipate in the wind.
"Zhixiang, the current situation is turbulent. How many secrets can you possibly understand?" Li Keyong sat in a wheelchair, playing chess with himself, and spoke to Meng Zhixiang who was standing next to him.
"The words of the King of Jin are serious. You are the best player in this game of chess in the world. You are the most prosperous player in the world. There is no one who can compete with you. You are invincible in the world.
How can your nephew-in-law understand the secret in your heart?" Upon hearing this, Meng Zhixiang quickly raised his hands to Li Keyong and said.
"The enemy is approaching. I, the king, am worried." Li Keyong looked at the chessboard in front of him and said leisurely.
Li Xingyun and Yuan Tiangang came too quickly and took Bianzhou directly. Li Daitao's attack was too harsh, which really caught him off guard.
However, Li Keyong, who considers himself the best chess player in the world, did not panic too much about this.
"Liu Shouguang was dim and cruel, and the generals under his command were alienated from him. It was easy for the King of Jin to capture this clown.
As long as Liu Shouguang is overthrown, our army can unify the north and attack Zhu Wen with overwhelming force. However, Zhu Wen's sons are incompetent and internal fighting has become common. As for the remaining princes like Li Maozhen, they are not of concern.
Who else in the world can be your opponent?" Meng Zhixiang said to Li Keyong in front of him, and now, he indeed thinks so.
Immediately, he continued: "If there is someone who is an enemy of the King of Jin, my nephew-in-law is willing to lead an army to destroy him. It just so happens that after the King of Jin ascends the throne, there will be more households to live in."
"Haha." These arrogant and ignorant words in Li Keyong's ears did not make Li Keyong angry, but instead made his serious face smile more, and soon it returned to its original state.
"Old Thirteen is back with his guests. I have limited mobility. Please go greet them for me." Li Keyong said to Meng Zhixiang while using his inner strength to pick up the "chess pieces" and play chess with himself.
"Yes." When Meng Zhixiang heard this, he didn't know Li Keyong's intention, but the Jin King's cultivation was beyond his ability, so he bowed his hands and Meng Zhixiang bowed respectfully and left outside the garden.
As soon as Meng Zhixiang arrived outside the door, he saw Li Cunren, a tall man wearing a coarse cloth gown, a bearded face, a rough face, and a burly figure slowly walking towards this place.
"What a strong man." Meng Zhixiang looked around at Quinn and secretly admired him. He still liked the image of a reckless man like Quinn.
As for the human heart, who can see through it?
But come to think of it, he is the "guest" that King Jin calls him.
'But King Jin, who is your biggest enemy?'
"Master Meng." Li Cunren looked at Meng Zhixiang, who was standing outside the garden where King Jin was playing chess, and said.
"King Jin invites the master and this distinguished guest to come in." Meng Zhixiang looked at Li Cunren and Quinn in front of him, turned sideways, made an invitation gesture, and said.
Li Cunren stood still and didn't move. After hearing this, Quinn walked in openly and without any taboos.
"Humph." Li Cunren snorted, thought over and over again, and followed.
Meng Zhixiang didn't know the reason, but after thinking about it, he didn't leave. Instead, he followed Quinn and Li Cunren into the garden.
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Quinn strode into the place where King Jin was playing chess. He first looked at the figure sitting in a wheelchair, thinking carefully while making moves calmly. His eyes fell on the chessboard, with the black and white skulls as chess pieces.
The chess game formed, and the mountains of dead bones on both sides of the chess board.
At this moment, a trace of unbearability flashed in Quinn's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a look of perseverance.
It is precisely because of the way the world is that we have reason to shed our blood.
"How impudent, why don't you bow down and salute when you meet the King of Jin?" Li Cunren looked at Quinn in front of him and scolded him.
"Master Li is right, he is a bit presumptuous. In terms of status, I am just a small bad person, but the King of Jin is the Hezhong Jiedu envoy personally appointed by the emperor. He gave the surname Li and the title of King of Jin, so he should bow down and salute.
But today, I am here under the edict of the Supervisor State to deliver an edict to the King of Jin.
Have you ever heard that since the founding of the Tang Dynasty, there has been no 'angel' who bowed his head like a minister who received an order?" Quinn looked at Li Cunren in front of him and said.
"Hmph, you are sharp-tongued, have you seen those chess pieces on the chessboard? That is your fate." Li Cunren turned his wrist, and a poison dart was already held in his hand, ready to go.
"Old Thirteen, stand down." Li Ke's faint voice reached the ears of everyone present.
He didn't move, still standing in front of the chessboard, playing chess with himself.
‘Supervise the country? Deliver edicts?
And the enemy that King Jin just mentioned, could it be...' Meng Zhixiang looked at Quinn and murmured in his heart.
"I wonder, Li Xingyun, what kind of message do you have for me?" Li Ke squeezed the armrest of the wooden wheelchair with one hand, and continued to move his skills in an orderly manner with the other hand, using his inner strength to pick up a chess piece and land it on the chessboard.
"Prince Jin, you haven't saluted yet." Quinn looked at Li Keyong's motionless figure and said.
Hearing this, Li Cunren held the poison dart in his hand and walked towards Quinn, ready to rush forward and kill Quinn directly, but was stopped by Li Keyong again with a gesture.
With Li Cunren's skill, killing Quinn was easy.
"Do you think the person behind you is worthy of being saluted by me?" Li Ke used his inner strength to turn the direction of the wheelchair, looked sideways at Quinn, and said.
The pressure like a mountain roar and a tsunami instantly pressed on Quinn, making him a little breathless. Not only because Li Keyong had been in a high position for a long time and had a certain magnanimity around him, but also because Li Keyong was running in the Holy Universe at the moment.
Gong, using internal force to suppress Quinn.
With Quinn's internal strength, it was even difficult for him to stand firm.
"Jin... King Jin might as well go... to ask the supervisor.
I...just do it." Quinn gritted his teeth and stared at Li Keyong, staring at Li Keyong with his only remaining eye, refusing to give in at all.
At this moment, the bones all over his body were creaking under the terrible pressure.
Brothers, I'm sorry for the unimaginable difficulties I encountered in my update.
It may be difficult for many people to imagine what it would be like to live in a dormitory with a subwoofer that can be heard clearly in half the corridor every day and takes a lunch break all day long. Moreover, I am particularly susceptible to interference.
I'm really sorry, it's been too difficult to update in the past two days, and I still have to revise the paper.