The sky is about to dawn, and the red sun rises in the distance, like a blazing fire that cannot be extinguished or extinguished. The sky's light shines in all directions, burning in all directions, dispelling the remaining darkness of the night.

The morning light bursts out, and the morning glow shines through.

Billions of gravels were immediately covered with a layer of gold.

From the steep part of the mountain, a long and undulating voice suddenly came, sometimes high-pitched, sometimes tactful.

"Strengthen the mountain and the world is overwhelming, but the times are unfavorable and the glory will not fade away. If the glory is not gone, there is nothing you can do. If there is danger, there is nothing you can do~"

"I advise the king to drink wine and listen to Yu songs to relieve his sorrow and dance. To win the Qin Dynasty, the country will be broken, and the heroes will fight on all sides. Since ancient times, as the saying goes, don't deceive me. Success or failure can happen in an instant. Drink with peace of mind and sit in the treasure tent."

But at the end of the song, the voice paused, as if he was thinking about something, and the lyrics hesitated, as if he was thinking. "Sit, sit - after dinner, come and sit on the kang, my little brother - bah -"

"No, no, if master hears this, he will beat me to death."

On the rugged mountain rocks, a figure sat there lazily. He seemed to have been sitting there for some time. There was dust in his hair. He had a package on his back and a sword leaning against his side. The difference was that he

There is also a five-foot-long knife lying across his leg, a long-handled simple knife.

His master Li Cunyi, whom he had never met, passed down his knowledge of swordsmanship using this kind of knife. It was somewhere between a broadsword and a single sword. It could be held with both hands and could break armor and kill horses, which was extraordinary.

With her legs crossed, Su Qing was holding a water bag in her hand, sipping slowly like a drink to kill time, humming a tune in her mouth, but while singing, she inexplicably wandered to another place, and then whispered

Talking to himself.

Finally, he shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"It's all because of that old woman who keeps singing in my ears every day. Now it's better. I'm stunned too!"

After brushing off the dust from his body, he simply raised his voice and made strange noises.

"After eating, come and sit on the kang. The girl from the desert loves her brother Zhuang. My little brother loves her brother Zhuang... and has a bowl of wine to take a pee. The man in the desert loves his sister Jiao. My little brother Jinlian.

Ah, my dear sister..."

It has indeed been some time.

After leaving the inn, he could no longer change the future life and death of the people inside, not to mention that he couldn't control anything in the first place. His manpower would eventually be exhausted, so how could he control the general trend. As for Zhou Huai'an, Qiu Moyan, and their lives and deaths,

It has nothing to do with him. They are not the only ones in this world. They killed the three big stalls of Dongchang without any delay.

All I can say is: "You can't escape destiny!"

Everyone in Longmen Inn should have his or her own world.

Gold inlaid with jade is like this, Diao Buyu is like this, Heizi is like this, Su Qing is like this too.

From the beginning, in fact, many things seemed to have nothing to do with him, but when they came to him, they couldn't avoid them. If you take this path, how can you not kill others? They are all licking blood from the knife edge, so you can spare them.

Can other people just stop and make peace and trust you not to stab you in the back? No matter how safe it is, can it be safer than a dead person?

You would rather sleep with corpses than make friends with living people. Who knows whether you are hiding under your smiling face or a ghost that eats people without spitting out their bones.

The world is dangerous and grievances are difficult to clear and cannot be avoided.

If you have any complaints, you have to kill them.

What matters is life and death. Don't try to talk about a truth with your mouth. To make it clear, it's still the same sentence. In the end, it's just a horizontal line and a vertical line.

As for killing those Dongchang fans, to be honest, this time it was really to protect the Longmen Inn, to protect Jin Xiangyu from the wind and rain, and to buy her some time to escape. Otherwise, the Dongchang army would press on the border, and bandits like them would

They are nothing more than ants under the torrent. Who cares about their life or death? Maybe a rain of arrows will come, and there will be a few more lonely souls under the yellow sand.

Can it be done without killing?

If you have a favor, you must repay it.

The rivers and lakes, as the name suggests, are filled with fish, lobsters and crabs. He has killed so many small fish and shrimps, and now he has to go and see what the mountains are like and what the rampant dragon is like.

There is no first in literature, no second in military affairs.

This time, it's Su Qing's world.

He, Su Qing, wants to see the mountains.

"Cao Shaoqing!"

The terrain of Longmen Pass is steep and changeable, making it difficult for the army to move for a while. The main routes out of the pass may have been blocked. The people in this desert will undoubtedly become like old turtles in the urn. When the time comes, the Black Cavalry Archery Team will run rampant, no matter what

No matter how good your skills are, no matter how high your martial arts skills are, if you are shot with thousands of crossbows, you will inevitably end up with thousands of arrows piercing your heart. How many of those in the inn can be defeated?

So, he is waiting here.

He didn't do anything to beat the enemy with an egg, he just wanted to kill off the enemy's main force bit by bit and give the group in the inn a little chance of winning.

Cao Shaoqing wanted to get rid of Zhou Huaian, so naturally he would not mobilize troops for a stranger like him. At best, he would send out a team of black cavalry and arrows to surround and kill him. The main event would be when these minions were pulled out one by one.

Rubbing the silver bell on her wrist and listening to the tinkling sound, Su Qing slowly closed her eyes, as if she was taking a nap or recharging her energy.

The horse behind him stomped its hooves restlessly back and forth in the wind and dust. With his eyes closed, Su Qing did not look back. The simple knife lying horizontally on his leg was picked up by his right arm with one hand, and he only turned his hand back.

A poke, a swipe, and the tip of the knife touched the horse's lasso like a drop of ink.

The rope broke silently, and the restraint was gone. The maroon horse turned around slowly, turned around a few rocks, and then disappeared.

Su Qing began to hold back his breath, adjust his muscles and bones, and soothe his blood, as if he was gradually turning into a stone in the desert, silent under the scorching sun, motionless under the wind and dust, as silent as a stone, he was waiting.

Half an hour, one hour, two hours, three hours...

Until night falls.

In the howling wind, there seemed to be the sound of galloping horse hooves and the sound of rolling wheels.

The closed eyes slowly opened.

Su Qing raised her head and poured all the water in the water bag into her stomach. Then she tied the sword behind her back and stood up unhurriedly with the sword in her hand.

The bell on his wrist jingled in the wind, falling into his ears and also reaching the ears of those people.

In the desert at night, scattered moonlight filtered through the wind and dust, illuminating the outlines of figures. They held torches, and the flames swayed like crazy in the wind. Su Qing saw each other.

There are nearly three hundred fine knights, all wearing black clothes and black hats, covering their faces with black cloth, carrying crossbows at their waists, and holding knives in their hands, like ghosts seducing others, with a light in their eyes.

They surrounded a carriage like stars over the moon.

In the carriage, there was a light, and there was a person sitting.

"Who are you? Tell me your name!"

A soft voice floated out from inside, clear to the ears.

Su Qing just smiled softly.

"Haha, eunuch!"

He shook the bell in his hand, turned around and started running wildly.

The people in the car kept their tone unchanged,

"If it's not Zhou Huaian, go get a team of people and bring that man's head to Longmen Inn to meet me!"

"Yes, Governor!"

"drive!"

The fifty elite knights responded to the promise, whipped and reined in their horses, turned around, and chased Su Qing.

The desert has no edge.

In the endless moonlight, a high-pitched laughter suddenly rang out, accompanied by the crisp ring of silver bells. In the flying sand, a tall figure raised a long knife upside down, and his legs galloped forward, faster than a galloping horse.

The sound of horse hooves sounded behind him, galloping like waves.
Chapter completed!