Where is the sword of the reborn eagle

At this time, the small door was ajar, because Zhang Shijie went in to report, and the porter on duty waited there with the visitor.

The small door opened, and Guo Mo saw a young gentleman at the door of King Yan, wearing a soap-colored samurai uniform, with his hands behind his back, playing with a gold-sprinkled folding fan in his right hand.

It's winter, this folding fan is of course not for fanning the wind, it should be a weapon of someone coming, but there is still a treasured sword hanging from his waist.

Although it was just a back view, this person stood there, but his whole body revealed seven points of nobility and three points of coldness.

"I wonder if this brother is..."

Guo Mo greeted him.

"Haha, I haven't seen Brother Guo for many years, do you still remember the old man?"

Hearing this, the visitor turned around and cupped his fists at Guo Mo.

Sure enough, it was him. It seemed that this person was becoming more cautious now, and his martial arts were much better. When he arrived in Luoyang City, he actually managed to hide it from "Tingfeng".

However, he was able to come alone, but he also had a bit of courage.

"Haha, who am I supposed to be? It turns out to be Brother Wanyan. Since the visitor is a guest, please come inside—"

"Shijie, go ask someone to set up a table in the Xiaohua Hall, then go and call Meng Dutong over, and you come with me."

Looking at Guo Mo's firm eyes, he didn't seem to be surprised at his sudden arrival.

Could it be that he already knew I was coming?

Is that a problem inside the city of Cannes, or did I expose Xingzang when I entered Luoyang City?

Guo Mo's random arrangement, in the eyes of the visitors, made him think a lot out of thin air.

That's right, the person who came here was Wanyan Kang who was entrenched in Xixia Kangcheng, and now he is also King Zhao.

Wan Yankang's arrival did not mean that Guo Mo was not surprised, but that he had guessed something in advance.

The most important thing is that the current Guo Mo, whether it is his personal strength or the strength of his subordinates, there are really not many things or people in this world that can shock him.

Guo Mo let Wanyan Kang into Yanwangfu, and Wanyankang walked in while watching the Yanwangfu.

How bold--

Wanyan Kang grew up in Prince Zhao's Mansion in Central Capital since he was a child. Wanyan Honglie, as one of the most famous princes in the Kingdom of Jin, naturally lived in a not too bad palace.

However, compared with the Yan Palace in front of him, it is completely different.

Even the Zhongdu Imperial Palace that Wanyankang had been to might not be able to compare with this Prince Yan's Mansion.

As the former young prince of the Kingdom of Jin, he naturally knew the origin of this Prince Yan's Mansion, but he lived in Zhongdu City all year round, and later went to Xixia.

It's the first time even visiting Luoyang City, let alone this Yanwang Mansion.

The Little Flower Hall is also in the front yard of King Yan's Mansion. When there are few people in the house, Guo Mo or other officials who work in King Yan's Mansion will occasionally sit here.

In other words,,,.. version. 】

The two of them walked over unhurriedly, but Zhang Shijie had already trotted over to make arrangements.

"Brother Wanyan, come here at this time, you must have not eaten yet? You are here today. The family has a new kind of wine called 'Hero Drunk'. It will be sold in Xixia territory next year. Let Wanyan brother drink it first." Drink fast."

Whether it's giving Zhebie and Tuo Lei wine, or treating Wan Yankang with "Hero Drunk", Guo Mo has spared no effort in publicity and sales.

Of course, the due affection is still in it.

If the markets in Mongolia and Xixia are to be opened up, they must come from the top down. Naturally, this "hero drunk" will not be bought by ordinary people.

In a short time, a sumptuous banquet was set up, and Meng Gong and Zhang Shijie also came hand in hand.

"Your Highness—"

"master--"

Although several of Guo Mo's apprentices have already joined the army and have a superior-subordinate relationship with him, Guo Mo still asks them to address him as "Master" instead of "His Royal Highness King Yan".

"Come, come, let me introduce you. Brother Wanyan, this is the number one general under Guo's command, the commander of the 'Dunwu Army', who is in charge of the Meng Communist Party, and is now 'happening' to be stationed in Yinzhou. What about this kid? Guo took in a young apprentice who was not good at learning, and his name was Zhang Shijie."

"You two have to listen carefully. You came to Luoyang City today to congratulate me. This is Guo's old friend for many years. He is also famous and powerful in Xixia. King Zhao Wanyankang—"

After Guo Mo finished his introduction, he seemed to be able to see that between the eyes of Wan Yankang and Meng Gong, you came and went, and there were wisps of invisible murderous intent.

282 Chapter Ning Has Kindness

"It turned out to be Zhao Wang face to face, fortunately, fortunately to meet—"

Meng Gong first clasped his fists and bowed to Wanyankang, then his eyes began to look at Wanyankang in front of him.

The "Dunwu Army" had been stationed in Yinzhou City for some time. As his nearest neighbor, the Communist Party of Meng certainly knew something about the King Zhao who was stationed in Kangcheng.

It's just that no amount of information is more intuitive than face-to-face observation. He seems to know the reason why His Royal Highness King Yan asked him to come here.

"Haha, Meng Dutong is famous, and Xiao Wang is also like a thunderbolt! As Brother Guo said just now, Meng Dutong is the number one general under the command of King Yan. From Xiao Wang's point of view, he should also be the number one general in Song Dynasty—— "

Regarding the background and experience of the Meng Communist Party, Wan Yankang certainly did his homework beforehand.

How can the so-called side of the couch allow others to snore?

These two neighbors who have been in Xixia for so long, although it is the first time they meet, they really have been friends for a long time.

After Meng Gong and Zhang Shijie greeted Wan Yankang, they kept company on the sidelines in a respectful manner. The two also ate and drank for a long time, and they came to the small flower hall as pure companionship.

"Brother Wanyan, I didn't expect you to come to Guo's Luoyang City in your busy schedule. Let alone other things, how about trying this 'Hero Drunk'? Shijie, you are responsible for pouring the wine——"

When something happened, the disciples did their best. Hearing the master's order, Zhang Shijie filled a bowl for Wan Yankang, Guo Mo and Meng Gong respectively.

Zhang Shijie is Guo Mo's first disciple, now the second disciple Wu Nantian, the third disciple Hu Yande, and even the fourth disciple Haji have started drinking, but this first disciple doesn't drink at all.

It's not that he can't drink, but that he must keep a clear head at all times, especially in front of the army and the master.

"Good wine, 'Hero Drunk'? What a good name—Brother Guo, how is this wine made? My younger brother has also drank a lot of good wine, but he has never had such a clear, mellow taste and long-lasting fragrance. .”

Wanyan Kang took a sip first, and after admiring, he picked up the wine bowl and drank it down in one gulp.

After arriving in Luoyang City, especially after meeting Guo Mo, Wan Yankang was 1 at ease about his own safety, let alone suspecting that Guo Mo would poison him with wine.

From Wan Yankang's point of view, if Guo Mo wanted to harm him, he might kill him with a single palm, and it would not be worthwhile to waste such fine wine.

"Haha, Brother Wanyan, if he thinks it tastes good, he will drink two more bowls. However, it is not easy to brew this wine. I heard that for such a five-jin jar, only a thousand jars can be produced every month."

"Wine is good wine, but it consumes a lot. This kind of wine can be sold for at least 50 taels of silver per jar to recover the cost. I'm afraid the sales volume will not increase."

Guo Mo also took a sip lightly, and said with some sighs, he seemed to be worried that such a good wine could not be tasted by more people who love wine.

"50 taels of silver?"

Even though he was prepared in his heart, Wan Yankang was taken aback by Guo Mo's offer.

You know, even the best baijiu in Xixia is rarely sold for 20 taels of silver for a jar of ten catties. This "hero drunk" is actually five times its price?

Zhang Shijie took no time to fill Wanyan Kang with a bowl again. It was clear and sweet, and the aroma of the wine was overflowing. Whether it was color, aroma, or taste, it was the only thing Wanyan Kang had seen in his life.

"Brother Guo, I don't know if this kind of wine can give me three hundred altars every month? But I'm afraid there is not enough gold and silver. Can I exchange it with cattle, sheep or horses?"

After drinking this kind of wine, Wanyan Kang seemed to be able to predict that it would be difficult to swallow those cloudy wines from now on.

"This...Brother Wanyan, you have created a big problem for me. The production itself is not enough. You will have to go to three hundred altars every month."

"Forget it, who told you and I to be old acquaintances? Even for the sake of the past, I can't refuse your request, can I?"

"Brother Wanyan can come here to congratulate me on my wedding ceremony. That's all for this. This time, I will give you fifty altars to take home. From now on, you will go directly to Yinzhou Meng Dutong for the monthly supply of three hundred altars. Take it."

"Haha, thank you Brother Guo Gao Yi—"

Two bright lights flashed in Wanyan Kang's eyes.

He needs [-] jars of wine every month, of course he doesn't drink it himself, some of it is used to win over the arrogant soldiers under his command, and more he wants to make deals with Mongolia and Xixia.

In the past few years, Wanyankang's army has maintained a delicate balance in Xixia territory, even though Xia Kangmeng was on the surface, and they also had deals with the Mongols secretly.

However, Guo Mo would not pay attention to Wan Yankang's little bastards. He sold things that cost less than a tael of silver, and he sold them for fifty times the price.

If the exchange is for cattle, sheep or horses, the cattle can be rented or sold to cultivate land, and the sheep can naturally improve people's food.

In the past few years, Luoyang's horse management has been doing well. The horse market in the east of the city sells hundreds of horses every day, and the price is much lower than that in Lin'an.

Three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.

"Brother Guo, I don't know what is the purpose of you sending Meng Dutong to Yinzhou City? If there is anything that needs my brother's cooperation, you can tell me in person."

After several bowls of wine, Wanyan Kang gradually let go.

This time he took the risk to come to Luoyang City, not really to congratulate Guo Mo, but to ask Guo Mo face to face.

Many years ago, he knew that Guo Mo was going to take the land of Hedong, and at the same time pointed out a "clear way" for him to go to Xixia.

The past few years have passed, and sure enough, Guo Mo's army did not embarrass the army under his command, but to a large extent, helped to contain the Mongolian army in Xixia.

Now, Guo Mo's strongest "Dunwu Army" has actually stationed in Yinzhou City, so what will be his next move?

"Hey, let's not hide this, Brother Wanyan, in fact, I strongly oppose Xixia's marriage. It's not because I dislike the appearance of the other party's 'Princess Yincheng', but because Xixia is too burdensome."

"The Lord of Xixia's intention is obvious. He has sent Yinzhou's defense here before he is married. After he is really married, maybe he will throw some baggage over here?"

"If the Lord of Xixia feels that he is too tired to guard Xixia one day, and directly entrusts the entire Xixia land, do you think I will die of exhaustion?"

"Therefore, Da Song now has no choice but to tighten his belt and save money to recruit more sergeants. It is estimated that the size of the 'Dunwu Army' will expand to 10 in one year."

"In this way, it may barely meet the demands of the Xixia King, or else, I have no choice but to send another [-] 'Jingnan Army' there."

Threats, outright threats.

Meng Gong and Zhang Shijie who were next to him heard this, but they didn't dare to laugh, and held back by force.

Guo Mo spoke very slowly, and there was even deep dissatisfaction in it. The co-author was Xixia who was giving him the territory, and Guo Mo was not willing to take over?

Wanyan Kang's heart sank completely.

The current situation has gradually become clearer.

The Dajin Kingdom was already fading to the west, and Mongolia also retreated from Hebei, but immediately wanted to find a breakthrough from Xixia.

Xixia can be regarded as lingeringly guarding several important cities, but the actual controlled area is only one-third of the original area.

Where should he Wanyankang go?

"Hehe, His Royal Highness Yan Wang was joking, if you have one hundred thousand 'Dunwu Army', it will be more than enough to sweep the entire Western Xia."

"Little brother is currently living in the tiny land of Cangcheng with the remnant soldiers and defeated generals. His Royal Highness King Yan is a majestic man. I don't know if you can give me some advice. What should I do next?"

Knowing Guo Mo's intentions, Wan Yankang stopped calling him "Brother Guo" and called him "His Royal Highness King Yan".

A few years ago, it was in the Iron Spear Temple in Jiaxing that Guo Mo's "heartfelt words" proved to be invaluable words afterwards.

Wan Yankang didn't think that Guo Mo was the real "prophet of the unknown", but felt that Da Song must have a powerful intelligence organization in his hands, able to completely control the things thousands of miles away in his own hands.

Now that he lowered his stance and asked Guo Mo for a "way of life", wouldn't he be asking the other party's attitude towards him?

Guo Mo didn't finish answering Yan Kang immediately, but took a shallow sip of "Hero Drunk".

"Brother Wanyan, do you really want to hear my advice?"

"Of course, to be honest, this trip to Luoyang, one is to congratulate His Highness King Yan, and the other is to ask His Highness for a way to live and live, and I hope His Highness will give you some advice—"

Wan Yankang said, got up from the table, and bowed respectfully to Guo Mo.

"Okay, if brother Wanyan's words are serious, then Mr. Guo will tell you."

"Reorganizing the Great Song Dynasty and unifying the universe has always been the wish of Guo and even all the soldiers of the Great Song Dynasty. Since the fall of the Tang Dynasty, in the past few hundred years, there have been many countries and conquests against each other. It is the thousands of people in the world who suffer. "

"Guo Mo is not talented. He wants to lead the heroes under his command and end the hundreds of years of separatism. There is no longer any distinction between the Song Dynasty, the Jin Dynasty, and the Western Xia Dynasty. I wonder if Brother Wanyan understands what I mean?"

Guo Mo said it very sincerely. He also said similar things in the army. The earliest was when the "Dunwu Army" was just established.

Even so, listening to the ears of Meng Gong and Zhang Shijie again, I still feel the blood surging all over my body, and I wish I could get on the horse and raise the gun now to charge for Guo Mo.

"This...His Royal Highness King Yan has great ambitions and courage, it's better to have more—"

Wan Yankang's words were not flattering Guo Mo, but from the bottom of his heart.

Just imagine, when he himself was still thinking about how to survive, the other party already had more than 20 elites, and Da Song, who had huge manpower and financial resources, was behind him.

With such an advantage, it seems that only Mongolia can compete with it, right?

So, what kind of role should I play in this situation?

What will happen to him in the end?

"I understand what His Highness King Yan means, so my subordinates can only face the end of being destroyed?"

Winners and losers have been like this since ancient times, and there is only one person who can really have the last laugh.