Chapter 339: Conspire for a great cause together, participate in a grand event together!

"Old Pillar of State, you must consider clearly..."

Gao Guiyan stepped forward, the tassel of the Ziwu Halberd swaying lightly under the candlelight. His face still had no expression, but his words were straightforward: "At such a close distance, any one of us taking your life would be easy!"

In his words, it was full of threats and hints.

Whether it was Gao Guiyan, or Zheng Yi and Yan Zixian, none of them wanted to tear their faces with Dugu Zhao...

After all, even if they could retreat completely after killing this old Pillar of State, they didn't want to return empty-handed.

If they ended up with nothing, wouldn't it be a wasted trip?

It's no good for anyone!

"No!"

Dugu Zhao saw that the three had misunderstood, and waved his hands repeatedly, explaining: "Misunderstanding..."

"The old man has witnessed the skills of the three, and wants to invite the three to stay, to conspire for a great cause together, to participate in a grand event together!"

Every word was earnest.

"Conspire for a great cause?"

"Participate in a grand event together?"

The three murmured and repeated this invitation, which was full of spirit, and in their hearts, they were all pondering the intention of this old Pillar of State Dugu.

Great cause?

Grand event?

Something that could make a dignified Pillar of State use such wording, the matter is absolutely not simple!

Gao Guiyan rubbed the land deeds and took the lead in asking the question they cared about most: "Then I don't know what kind of reward the Pillar of State can give?"

Zheng Yi nodded, patted the gold box beside him, making a muffled sound: "You know, our appetite is not small!"

Dugu Zhao looked at the greed and vigilance flashing in the eyes of the three, slowly picked up the teacup, blew the tea foam floating on the surface, the steaming heat blurred the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, but did not cover the bottomless eyes, and opened his mouth unhurriedly: "The old man asks the three a question!"

"Old Pillar of State, please speak." Gao Guiyan's eyes narrowed slightly, and after wrapping the tassel of the Ziwu Halberd around his knuckles twice, he said loudly.

Jade-Faced Asura was also very curious about what medicine was sold in this old Pillar of State's gourd...

Dugu Zhao put down the teacup, his gaze suddenly sharpened, like two old swords out of their sheaths, stabbing straight into the bottom of the three people's eyes.

He took half a step forward, the candlelight in the study seemed to be forced down by three points by this momentum, reflecting the cold light of the white hair at his temples.

"What exactly is a person walking through this world for?" Dugu Zhao's voice was not high, but it carried a penetrating gloom.

Zheng Yi: "For fame?"

Gao Guiyan: "For profit?"

Yan Zixian: "For wealth and glory?"

After the three heard this, they all answered subconsciously.

In the eyes of these Jianghu people who lick blood on the blade, it is nothing more than earning enough gold and silver, lying on the knees of beauties, and being drunk and dreaming of death every day...

But after saying it, there was always a feeling of emptiness in their hearts.

Dugu Zhao suddenly raised his arms, his wide sleeves spreading like eagle wings in the candlelight. The window lattice bent by the accumulated snow seemed to be supported straight by this momentum.

The white hair at his temples stood up one by one, and the light burning in his eyes was fiercer than the candlelight, his voice resounding, hitting the study beams and pillars with a buzzing sound:

"For the sake of leaving a name in history!"

These four words rolled over the snow like thunder, making the eardrums of Iron Palm Flying Dragon and the three ache, and their hair stand on end.

Immediately, Dugu Zhao pointed to the historical books and bamboo slips on the wall, those yellowed bamboo pieces shining with oily light in the candlelight: "It is to leave one's own name in the vast historical books!"

"..."

"..."

The candlelight in the study flickered, casting the shadows of several people on the wall, long and short.

Zheng Yi's face turned purple, his fingers deeply dug into the patterns of the iron palm.

Suddenly remembered what the blind old beggar said when he was a child, saying that the names in the history books were glowing, and they could light the way when walking at night.

Gao Guiyan's lowered eyelids trembled violently, the tassel of the Ziwu Halberd wrapped around his knuckles, leaving a few red marks.

Yan Zixian's mouth seemed to move, as if he was pondering something...

I don't know why, but all three were moved.

Dugu Zhao looked at the star fire of hesitation in their eyes, suddenly leaned forward, and the candlelight cast moving light and shadow on his furrowed face.

He struck while the iron was hot, his laughter carrying a bit of understanding, and asked: "Then do the three know, for you, what is the best reward?"

As he spoke, he pointed to the heavy boxes, the copper locks at the corners of the boxes shining with cold, hard light in the candlelight: "Is it really these mere gold? Is it those few pages of land deeds with red seals?"

Zheng Yi's Adam's apple moved, his gaze drifted involuntarily toward the gold ingots in the box. The arc of those stacked ingots, which he had felt very pleasing just now, now seemed to be covered with a layer of dust.

"This..." Yan Zixian opened his mouth, and he, who valued wealth as life, couldn't say "yes."

Gold will rust, land deeds will burn, they simply can't withstand the grinding of time...

"Then what does the Pillar of State think it is?" Gao Guiyan was stunned by this soul-striking inquiry, tucked the Ziwu Halberd into his waist, clasped his fists, and asked respectfully.

Dugu Zhao slapped the desk fiercely, the teacup on the desk jumped, and the splashed tea spread a small dark patch on the blue bricks.

He stared at the three, his gaze like a torch, every word like an iron chisel hitting the blue stone: "The best reward, besides leaving a name in history, is to be able to protect future generations, to be able to benefit descendants, and to pass it down for generations!"

"Rather than these dead things that might be spent at any time..."

Yan Zixian's Adam's apple rolled, suddenly feeling that the land deeds in his arms were scaldingly hot.

Protecting future generations, benefiting descendants... these are words Zheng Yi had never dared to think of. At this moment, they actually flowed over the bottom of his heart like warm water, scalding him a bit, but inexplicably solid.

Can leave a name in history, and can plan for future generations, what else is there to ask for?

"This humble one is dull!"

Gao Guiyan's voice was lower and hoarser than usual, carrying a bit of imperceptible trembling. He suddenly stepped forward, clasped his fists, and bowed deeply to Dugu Zhao, his movements fast but carrying unprecedented solemnity, "Please Pillar of State, speak clearly!"

Dugu Zhao saw Jade-Faced Asura bowing to ask for orders, the essence in his eyes suddenly flourished, stepped forward two steps, stood in front of the three, his back straight, and couldn't see half a bit of old age, "Title, fief!"

"Hereditary and perpetual!"

"Coexist with the country!"

His voice suddenly rose.

Every word was like hitting a bronze tripod, resounding.

"?!!!"

Gao Guiyan raised his head fiercely, the shock in his eyes could no longer be hidden.

Zheng Yi and Yan Zixian also looked at each other, seeing astonishment in each other's eyes.

They didn't read much, but they also knew the gold content of these words!

Coexisting with the country is binding the family's destiny to the dynasty.

Even if the dynasty changes, the new monarch must also take care of this "hereditary and perpetual" ancestral system.

This is the ultimate glory a minister can get, and it is more secure than ten thousand taels of gold.

As Jianghu grass bandits, they couldn't refuse at all!

Gold and silver have a day of sitting and eating, but titles and fiefs can be passed down for generations...

Both the lining and the face are there!

Gao Guiyan took a deep breath, slowly straightened up, the shock on his face faded, replaced by a layer of usual coldness, but a wave that had not yet dissipated remained in the depths of his eyes.

The previous restlessness was gone, replaced by a bit of prudence.

His voice returned to his usual coldness, but it was deeper than usual, his gaze looking straight at the old Pillar of State, carrying undisguised inquiry, "Old Pillar of State, you can offer such a reward, the matter to be done must be absolutely not easy, right?"

It is well known that only high risk has high return...

All benefits have a price!

Moreover, the hereditary and perpetual title and fief are even more expensive than mountains of gold and silver. That is a leap in class!

Yan Zixian also came back to his senses, as if thinking of something, took the conversation and said in a deep voice: "Moreover, according to what this humble one knows, you and Old Pillar of State Zhao do not have the power to reward these!"

Dugu Zhao's promise, every word was very tempting...

But after calming down and thinking about it, it is a castle in the air if it cannot be fulfilled, a blank check!

Simply put, it is the big pancake drawn!

After all, the power to bestow titles and fiefs is in the hands of the powerful official Grand Chancellor...

"Yes!"

Dugu Zhao nodded slightly, admitting frankly: "As Yan gentleman said, the old man cannot do it at present..."

"Since that is the case, what is the significance of this reward of yours?"

Yan Zixian frowned, very unhappy, and said in a deep voice: "Are you playing with us?"

Dugu Zhao saw this and pressed his hand down, his wide sleeves tracing a steady arc in the air to signal for calm, then asked in return: "What do the three of you think? If Yuwen Hu and Yuwen Heng were gone, into whose hands would the military and political power of Great Zhou fall?"

"So that's it!"

Gao Guiyan suddenly realized, and said: "After killing the Chief of the Mingjing Si, the old Pillar of State is going to kill those two next..."

After the two Yuwen clan princes who hold military and political power die, whose hands will the power eventually fall into?

The answer is self-evident...

There is and only can be these two among the Eight Pillar States!

No wonder such a generous reward could be offered...

"Exactly."

Dugu Zhao stood with one hand behind his back, his gaze like a torch, "Once Yuwen Hu and Yuwen Heng are dead, it will be I who takes over as Grand Chancellor, and Brother Zhao who leads as Grand Marshal, controlling the Son of Heaven and the court!"

"This is to rebel?!"

Zheng Yi retreated half a step fiercely, a "he" sound came from his throat, the cold air he sucked in turned around his teeth, shaking his teeth sour.

"What is called rebellion?"

Dugu Zhao heard this, and retorted without changing his face: "This is clearing the side of the monarch, removing the evil!"

Said so eloquently, righteous and awe-inspiring.

Dugu Zhao knew well that the current situation could no longer wait or drag on. The prophecy against Zhao Qian and the one-eyed stone statue were the precursors to the imminent showdown...

They must grab the lead before Yuwen Hu!

"Old Pillar of State, once this fails, it will be exterminating the nine clans..." Yan Zixian weighed the pros and cons and said in a deep voice.

"The bigger the wind and waves, the more expensive the fish!"

Dugu Zhao saw the struggle and hesitation in the eyes of the three, almost overflowing, and suddenly stepped forward, his voice suddenly rose, carrying the clanging of gold and stone: "After success, the three will be enfeoffed as marquises!"

"Bestowed with three thousand households of fief!"

This sentence was like the last straw, completely crushing the hesitation in the three people's hearts.

"Thump," they knelt on the ground, their foreheads hitting the cold floor tiles heavily, making a muffled sound: "Willing to be the vanguard, driven by the old Pillar of State!"

"Die and then stop!"

The three had determination to fight to the death in their eyes.

Wealth is sought in danger! ===== CHAPTER 340 =====