Four hundred and twentieth chapters debate the world
Li Luo responded Xiaosuo: "I am just a mere mortal. My clan origin has been determined by destiny. What choice should I make?"
"A general cannot choose his origin, but he can choose what he will do in the future. A hundred years from now, it is not a bad idea to leave his name in history.
Li Luo smiled hoarsely and said: "I have never thought about how future generations will view me. Whether I am foolish, loyal or stubborn, I am just Li Luo and a member of the Li family in Dagan. The girl must have a close relationship with Mr. Yongda.
If I can't abandon even one person, how can I abandon Dagan?"
"The general is unwilling to abandon the Li family, nor is he willing to abandon the world of Dagan. How can he be willing to abandon the people of Dagan?"
Leng Bing, who was originally indifferent and speechless, suddenly interjected: "The girl is very eloquent. In this case, why don't you let Song Yayu take off the title of Nan Wang and help General Li achieve Da Gan's achievements? In the end, it is Nan Wang's decision.
Just a guest."
The woman was noncommittal and replied calmly: "Even if King Nan really wants to help, will the Dagan court be honest with him? If the Mengjue is defeated, what difference will it make to the people of Dagan?"
"Humph, all the whimsical remarks are reasonable. In my opinion, even if General Li is expected to become the emperor one day, King Nan may not be able to give up his glory and wealth. In the end, he will not be the king or the loser.
Everything in the world is done by everyone. How strong Meng Jue is will only be determined after we, Mu Tianlang, fight each other. King Nan is in peace for a while, and he has the arrogance to judge the heroes of the world. It is ridiculous." He said in a cold voice.
Neither Li Luo nor the woman thought that Leng Bing's words were shocking, and they were both stunned.
The woman's jade face turned pale and she said: "Young Master Leng is quick to speak, and people are like their swords. However, the world cannot be long-term and peaceful just by relying on the sharp sword in your hand."
"What's the difference? The Southern King is so powerful, but he only wants to win the title of Zhongfu with the sharp sword in his hand.
If the sword in Mu Tianlang's hand was sharper, how could the young people dare to have such wishful thinking? It would not be the turn of the rest of Song Ya to point their fingers at Da Gan.
How do you know that Da Gan under the rule of General Li will not allow the people to live and work in peace and contentment and be dignified? King Nan may not be as good as General Li for what he has done for the people of the world. What is righteousness? It is just wishful thinking, and he is not afraid of the ridicule of the heroes of the world."
The woman frowned, looked at Li Luo, and asked calmly: "Does the general think so too?"
Li Luosan continued: "Before meeting the Southern King, Song Yayu was not a person that Li Luo admired. Even though the Southern Kings and others have great talents and strategies, they might not be able to stop Meng Jue.
What the Nanwang Mansion has done in recent years is all for the purpose of dividing the territory and establishing independence. The Dagan Dynasty was in turmoil, and the Nanwang has always done something to add fuel to the trouble.
This is the strategy of a hero, and I am not blaming him. It’s just that if Dagan devotes all its strength to fight against the Mongols, Song Yayu will not be willing to be subordinate to others, and will definitely start an army and cause chaos. At that time, the people will suffer a lot, even if Dagan changes dynasties.
It is not necessarily possible that the Song family will be able to pacify the Zhongfu.
There are many Dagan families, but the Lingnan Song family alone is not so ambitious. The heroes are divided and powerful enemies from the Western Region and Northern Territory are looking around. By then, the people in the various mansions will not know who is under the iron cavalry. "
"General, are you confident that you can turn the tide of the chaos?" the woman said leisurely.
"I have never thought that instead of just talking about the righteousness of the world, it would be better to do a small thing to be practical. In the world today, the only one who can fight against the Mongols is the general Dagan.
King Nan is very scheming. Maybe the girl thinks it is a blessing to the world, but in my opinion, I am afraid it is a disaster to the world.
If the Nanwang Palace is so powerful that I dare not have any delusional thoughts, I will stop thinking. If the Nanwang can let me retreat in spite of the difficulties, forgive me for being arrogant, and I will let him stay or go."
The woman smiled lightly and said: "The general is indeed arrogant, but he does have such qualifications. You and I are different and we do not want to work together. Since the general has decided to go south, it is unpredictable whether he will be good or bad. How will the Nanwang Palace do?
Hearing with ears is false, seeing with eyes is believing, I hope the general will speak honestly."
Li Luo smiled brightly and said: "The King of Nan wants to kill me, so I will be arrogant again. If I die in Nanfu, the princes will fight for supremacy, and the Song family will no longer have a foothold."
The woman let out a long sigh and said harmoniously: "This is all I have to say. If we meet again in the future, whether we are enemies or friends will be determined by the general's thoughts. I only hope that the general will put the common people of the world first."
The woman's peaceful words are indeed a sign of compassion for heavenly beings, and are not like empty talk.
However, Li Luo and Leng Bing remained unmoved. Leng Bing was even more chilly. The sword in his hand trembled slightly, seeming to have sensed the fighting intention in Leng Bing's heart.
Li Luo looked at the woman in front of him, feeling secretly fearful in his heart. If he were to become his enemy in the future, if he was not careful, he would definitely fall into this woman's plan.
Seeing that Li Luo was silent, Leng Bing became impatient. He pointed his sword directly at the woman and shouted in a cold voice: "I want to know whether the girl's art is as good as your eloquence."
The woman's expression remained normal, she smiled faintly and said, "I have no intention of fighting with the General and Young Master Leng."
Seeing that Li Luo didn't say anything, he paused for a moment, sighed, and continued: "The general has the intention to kill me."
Li Luo looked at the woman for a long time and said in a deep voice: "The girl's sharp words are really the only one I have seen in my life." Although he did not say it clearly, he did answer the woman's question.
The woman showed no fear and replied calmly: "Being an enemy of the general is not what I want. Let the general do whatever he wants."
"It's no use talking more, watch the sword." Leng Bingbing yelled, and the sword was like a blue rainbow, breaking through the void and stabbing the woman.
The woman frowned slightly, as if she had endless heartache. A jade flute was displayed in her sleeve, and it was placed on the body of the long sword. The swords and flutes struck each other. Both of them were shocked, and their cold fighting spirit burst out, and they would not retreat.
Instead, he advanced with the long sword in his hand, covering the woman under the shadow of the sword.
The woman didn't know how to cheer up, but she suddenly broke away from the sword net, and in a flash, she landed on the dangerous railing of the wooden bridge, as graceful as a startled giant.
The cold light in Leng Bing's eyes became even colder. The sword was not as strong as it used to be. He suddenly drew it back and turned the void into reality. A bit of dazzling cold light went straight to the woman on the bridge. Before the sword could reach her, the bone-piercing sword intent was already close to her, as if it was about to cut through her.
In this area of heaven and earth, what everyone can see is only this beam of light.
All the Mu Tianlang soldiers were all excited to capture it and cheered in unison.
The woman looked surprised and a little solemn. She didn't want to lose both sides with Leng Bing. She sighed leisurely, flew out upside down, passed the sword, and stood pretty on the southern section of the wooden bridge.
Leng Bing grabbed the wooden fence and did not take advantage of the situation to pursue him. He sheathed his sword and said in a cold voice: "If you don't take action, I'm afraid you won't have a chance to take action."
The woman smiled sweetly and said, "Thank you so much, Young Master Leng. Please take action."
Leng Bing didn't answer. The long sword glowed with a green sword light, and he attacked with every move, never leaving the key points around the woman's body. The sword energy was as cold as ten thousand years of ice, and it hurt to look at it.
The woman tried her best to respond to the move, her jade flute was light and agile, flickering in and out, and she could always turn away the cold and ice essence. Different from the cold and cold internal force, the woman's internal force was soft and round, but extremely pure and deep, without any flaws, even though the sword energy
It is pervasive, but it is difficult to break through the woman's body-protecting Qi. (To be continued.)