The morning light broke through dawn, and the sun came out east. After many days of intermittent wind and snow, the weather finally cleared, but the weather was still cold.

After sleepless night, Qi Wensheng pushed away the documents that were so tall, stretched, and his spirits were slightly depressed.

In the room, the disciples of Wanxiang Mountain could hardly resist the sleepiness of the rising mountains.

He ordered people to take the bedding and cover it with the disciples. He then went out and walked to the backyard of the state yamen.

call!

call!

As soon as he arrived in the backyard, Qi Wensheng heard the sound of air flow and the warm current that was rushing towards him.

In the courtyard, Yang Yu stretched out his muscles and bones, practicing a set of boxing techniques slowly. As his fists and feet moved lightly, the airflow in the entire courtyard was relaxed.

At first glance, this does not seem to be a subtle boxing technique. If you feel it carefully, you will feel that it is extremely brilliant. As the fists start and fall, there are indescribable subtle changes.

This is the divine fist.

The "Divine Fist" is circulated by Gaojia of the Tang Dynasty and obtained by the Wanlong Dao family. It is one of the four major boxing techniques in the world.

Qi Wensheng stopped outside the courtyard, stared at his toes until the sound in the courtyard fell, and then bowed and bowed:

"Uncle Master."

"The person sent by your teacher is almost here?"

Yu Yang slowly stopped.

"It should take some more days..."

Qi Wensheng walked into the yard and handed over the information he sent last night:

"Uncle Shi, as expected, the two chaotic troops in Xing and Lizhou are about to reach the vicinity of Northwest Dao City, and Ma Longtu has already started."

"Um?"

Prison Yang received the information.

This information is not the way to Wanxiang Mountain, but comes from the big boss.

Among them, the records are very detailed.

Not only did there be information about the other two rebels and Northwest Road, but it also recorded the whole story of Ma Longtu's threat to the Northwest King.

He also handed out his connections with the Chamber of Commerce in Yanzhou.

Of course, more of it is his understanding of "Shapolang", "Milan Mountain Old Demon" and "Ma Longtu".

"…The Seven Killings Palace is passed down from generation to generation, but the 'Shapolang' is unique to this generation of Black Mountain old demons. With this rank, he reached the top of the Heavenly Wolf.

Dan Tai Mie and others had to avoid three points..."

The boss's handwriting is surprisingly good, and he feels like flowing. He expresses his guess with the shortest length:

"Ma Longtu wants to take over the three great fruits of Qiks, Qiks, Pojun, and Tianlang. He will not let you go. Be careful..."

"Kill the wolf."

Yang Yu said to himself and handed the information to Qi Wensheng: "These people from the Yanzhou Chamber of Commerce can contact one or two, but they can't trust them all."

"Disciple understand."

Qi Wensheng's attitude was very respectful. He took the information and flirted with his brows as he looked:

"Qian Sha, Pojun, Gan Lang..."

After pondering for a while, he couldn't help but look solemn: "Uncle Master, according to this information, the trinity of Killing the Wolf can be improved by getting one of them...

In this case, you should avoid Ma Long's plan and take the greedy wolf first. Even if you don't use it yourself, you must not let it go..."

"I have a clear idea in my mind."

Yu Yang nodded and began to explain the matters in the city.

There are too few people available now. Including Jiang Wu, there are only a hundred people provided by the boss.

It is naturally too difficult to control a big state.

Once he leaves, it is hard to say that he will not cause chaos. After all, the chaotic troops outside the city have not been dismissed yet.

Fortunately, Wang Muzhi sent a man to him, and he had already sent a letter to Yulong Temple and asked Taoist Zhenyan to come.

In addition, the Northwest Road is full of turmoil and chaos is gathering. In a short period of time, there will be no chaos.

Qi Wensheng listened quietly, and finally said:

"Uncle Master, are you going to Northwest Dao City?"

"good."

Prison Yang did not hide it:

"Instead of waiting for someone to come to the door, it is better to take the initiative to attack and kill the enemy..."

"this……"

Qi Wensheng's face was slightly tightened, and his words were a little swaying:

"Uncle Master, since we want to take the initiative, we should not advance. Then Ma Long intends to be the king of the Northwest, why not sit in the mountain and watch the tiger fight?

After all, we want to visit the northwest, the northwest king..."

The meaning of Qi Wensheng's words, Yang Yu naturally understood that the living Northwest King is naturally not as good as the dead Northwest King.

The king of Northwest is alive and still possesses great justice. If he is killed by foreign races or by chaotic troops, he can do things of separatism under the name of serving the king.

However, if the King of Northwest died, Daocheng would be defeated by the chaotic army. At that time, there would be no one or two deaths...

"It's legitimate, and for a wanted criminal, it's really unnecessary..."

As the air flow began to flow, Yang Yu's figure disappeared into the courtyard, and only the sound was drooping:

"You just need to guard Yanzhou well, and leave the rest to me!"

"division……"

Qi Wensheng couldn't stop him, so he could only sigh:

"Teacher, have you really read the wrong person?"

He smiled bitterly and was also a little angry.

This junior uncle is strong, but he is clearly a very pure martial artist, and he doesn't have the slightest appearance of an emperor...

Looking at the distant back, he couldn't help but feel distracted. What would this person have if he had really arrived at the treasure one day?

As he thought about it, he shivered unconsciously.

‘No, please do you want to be in the hall...’

...

...

After the wind and snow, the sky is clear.

Northwest Road, in the north with Yanzhou as the center, there are many mountainous mineral deposits, and in the south where Daocheng is located, there are many grasslands.

Because, one of the two largest ranches in the Ming Dynasty, one is in the south of Northwest Road, where the grass is plump and strong horses can be seen everywhere.

Even, Longma.

The so-called dragon and horse initially refer to the divine beasts in ancient times, and then, refer to the most powerful and strongest top-grade war horse breed in the world.

Of ordinary horses, there are more people with shoulder heights of six feet, and fewer people with eight feet. Among the dragon and horses, there are many people with shoulder heights of nine feet, and there are also Dragon and Horse Kings, with shoulder heights of two feet.

For example, the Feng Chiyun Horse, King of Zhao of the Western Palace, is a top-notch horse with shoulders that can trample on tigers and leopards and wrestle with giant elephants.

Without this, it would not be able to bear that peerless general.

Thirty miles south of Northwest Dao City, in a horse farm, many soldiers became busy while the weather was clear.

In addition to cleaning up the snow and feeding the horses, the most elite dragon horses were sent to Daocheng.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! The heavy storms and snowstorms in recent days have made the horse farm difficult. Longmaduo has a violent personality and is not under captivity. Many incidents of Longma hurting people have occurred.

"Second brother, the dragon horse has been counted and attacked 332 horses, which is the last batch."

A burly lieutenant stepped on the snow and came outside the horse farm.

"I hope this snowstorm will stop as soon as possible. If the grass seeds are frozen to death, I'm afraid... next year..."

Qin Er had a sad face.

Dragon horses are not delicate, and they don’t pick any fodder or meat, but they are horses. Without a horse farm, it’s hard to support them…

After all, they don’t raise one or two.

"The chasing army..."

The captain also gritted his teeth.

As the riots approached, there was no time to take care of ordinary horses on the horse farm except for dragon horses. In the past few months, no less than three thousand were frozen to death.
To be continued...