Yang Zhi said: "So King Yun and Tong Taiwei both agreed that people in Youzhou and other places who are willing to go to Bohai, whether they are Khitan and other tribes or Han people, we will release them after reaching an agreement and let them leave with their family property." ”

Wu Qimai and Zong Wang both snorted in disbelief, Wang Anzhong shuddered, and Gao Qingyi came forward and said: "Yang Zhi, we have already told Lord Zhao that there are 400,000 silver silks per year, and 100,000 taels of silver in Pingzhou, Laizhou, Xizhou, Qianzhou, and Runzhou, and the taxes in Pingzhou belong to our Jin Kingdom. ”

Yang Zhi shook his head and said: "Lord Gao, this is too far from what we imagined, at that time, the sixteen states of Yanyun were one million taels, and these five states were at most 500,000 taels, otherwise add Guiyi Prefecture and Xinzhou, 800,000 taels. ”

Shan Wujia smiled dumbly: "General Yang really deserves to be a businessman, the scope of Guiyi Prefecture and Xinzhou is not smaller than that of Pingzhou, haven't you always worried about us? Now Pingzhou is at your fingertips, and hundreds of thousands of taels of silver silk are reluctant to give out, which makes us doubt your true intentions." ”

Yang Zhi said unceremoniously: "Otherwise, the tax in Pingzhou will belong to the Great Song Dynasty, 650,000 taels." ”

Obviously, both sides are very clear about the situation, so they simply don't talk so much nonsense, and directly bargain back and forth; Wang Anzhong is very unaccustomed to such a scene, and gestures to Yang Zhi with his eyes several times, but Yang Zhi doesn't pay attention at all. A Han official sitting at the head of Wu Qi said with a smile: "Lord Wang, don't worry, we just want to add some chips, Yang Zhi, we all know that you are the Song general who is most opposed to forming an alliance with our country, since you are against it, why do you want to come to negotiate?"

Yang Zhi heard the familiar voice, thought about it carefully, remembered that it was Yang Pu, and said with a slight smile: "The situation is forced, the Jin Kingdom is actually not enthusiastic about forming an alliance, so it has always been a lion's mouth, so let's do it, Lord Yang, either you make an offer, and we will talk about it again, or listen to what the lord of the country says." ”

Yang Pu looked suspicious and said: "Yang Zhi, we haven't seen each other in Liaoyang, how do you know that I am Yang Pu, are you going to do something to me at that time and specially explore the road?"

Wu Qimai put away his smile and said, "Lord Yang, don't you understand, you have long been targeted by others, and the matter of the Daimyo's Mansion is not accidental." Yang Zhi, what happened to those people?"

The secret stake of the Jin people of the Daimyo Mansion suddenly disappeared a few days ago, and Wu Qimai and the others were caught off guard, and they never understood what was wrong; Wu Qimai was able to deduce this, Yang Zhi still admired it very much, but Yang Zhi would never admit it, shook his head and said: "I don't know about the affairs of the Daimyo's Mansion, the Canglang Camp just caught a spy named Meng Kang." ”

Yang Pu's face changed suddenly, Wu begged to buy hehe hehe, Wanyan Ah Gu slapped the table and said: "Yang Zhi, in this way, Song recovered the Pingzhou tax, a one-time 700,000, but I have three conditions, a gift that can move me, Yang Zhi and the Xuanbei Liu, Mirage Mansion have a martial competition, and the original conditions will supply us with three million catties of salt for free every year, but the salt can't be Jiezhou salt, we Jurchens don't care, but those people in the Khitan have been eating the salt supplied by the Western Xia, and their mouths are all drunk. ”

Yang Zhi was the person in charge of the negotiations in the Great Song Dynasty this time, and if he died, the negotiations would naturally be nullified; Wu Qimai and a large number of generals painstakingly demanded that Yan and Ah Gu fight be completed before there was a plan for a contest. Wu Qimai wanted to kill Yang Zhi and sabotage the peace talks, Wanyan Agu beat him to see how much Yang Zhi's life was won, Zhao Liangsi wanted to speak and stopped, those people in the court didn't care about Yang Zhi's life at all, the other party knew that Yang Zhi couldn't refuse; Yang Zhi was neither humble nor arrogant and said: "Thank you Lord of the country, I don't know where Xuanbeiliu is now, we come with one condition at a time." ”

Wanyan Aguda really liked Yang Zhi's arrogance, and laughed: "Xuanbeiliu is behind the tent, I forgot to say just now that Xuanbeiliu is Wang Bolong's master, the great elder of the Mirage Mansion." ”

Yang Zhi shrugged his shoulders and said that it didn't matter, Wu Qimai immediately asked people to invite Xuanbeiliu in, Xuanbeiliu was thin, very tall, wearing a red robe, without a smile on his face, after entering the tent, after saluting Yan Aguda and others, he said directly to Yang Zhi: "Yang Daxia, let's go outside the tent and do it." ”

Yang Zhi arched his hand and said: "It is up to the seniors to decide." ”

The two walked out of the big tent one after the other, Wanyan Aguda and others followed out to watch, Jin Bing quickly surrounded the empty space where the two of them were standing; Xuanbeiliu couldn't help frowning, he didn't want to kill Yang Zhi, the two armies confronted each other, fighting wits and courage, Wang Bolong died can only say that his fate is not good, and Yang Zhi is the only person in the world who has practiced Chenghua Penggong, Xuanbeiliu does not know what reaction killing Yang Zhi will cause Xiaoyao Island, and whether it will go north in a big way. The purpose of the Mirage Mansion is not to be exclusive in martial arts, but to obtain a special status in the Jin Kingdom, if the battle with Xiaoyao Island causes huge losses, so that other sects can take advantage of the situation, Xuanbei Liu would like Yang Zhi to live.

Yang Zhi was still a little worried about Xuanbeiliu, not telling lies, Yang Zhi could conclude from the other party's footsteps that he was still a step behind, Wang Bolong was killed in front of the army, Yang Zhi did not master much of the martial arts routines of the Mirage Mansion; Yang Zhi was pondering, and suddenly heard Wang Laozhi's voice in his ears: "Leaning against that fire, you can avoid the illusion of the Mirage Mansion." ”

Yang Zhi remembered this voice firmly, just because Wang Laozhi, the old Taoist, was also a big man who pretended to be a ghost, Yang Zhi was afraid that he would not notice it on the other side. Yang Zhi heard that he liked it in his heart, so he gently walked to the fire in the northwest, reached out and took a piece of mutton on the grill, looked at it repeatedly, put it on the grill at a different angle, and turned to face Xuanbeiliu.

Xuanbeiliu's weapon is a tiger head fork, seeing Yang Zhi's back against the fire, Xuanbei Liu is not polite, two steps across the distance of several zhang, the tiger head fork dangled the shadows of two tigers in the air, and the tip of the fork went straight to Yang Zhi's throat; Xuanbeiliu saw that Yang Zhi could anticipate the enemy's opportunity first, and knew that it was not easy for him to kill Yang Zhi.

Yang Zhi's figure made a mid-air rotation, the dragon bird knife clamped the steel fork, and the knife flew towards Xuanbeiliu; Xuanbeiliu Shicai's fork made seventy percent of the force, Yang Zhi could still parry freely, Xuanbeiliu didn't dare to leave his back hand, swept sideways, the steel fork sank, and poked Yang Zhi's waist. Yang Zhi took a step forward, grabbed his right hand, clenched the steel knife with both hands, and was knocking on the steel fork rod; Xuanbeiliu was rushing forward with force, and was knocked by Yang Zhi like this, the two forces burst out, Xuanbeiliu could only stop changing his moves, and Yang Zhi took the opportunity to rush forward.

Yang Zhi made a move to the sky, and the cold light of the Dragon Bird Knife sandwiched the blade, like a cloud full of knife edges; Yang Zhi was so shocked that he retreated five or six steps in a row, and the Jin soldiers were cheered all over the sky, but Wanyan Yan's mother sighed softly; Wanyan Aguda knew that his younger brother was skilled in martial arts, and asked, "What's wrong?"