In the Liaodong of the Tang Dynasty, the former border of Goguryeo, the autumn wind was bleak and stern, and the world was vast. Suddenly, a shrill cry came from the front. Someone struggled to death and roared, roaring: "Wang Lingyun, you poisonous snake, I curse you that you will not die well in this life, and your corpse is gnawed away by wild wolves..."

Puff

A muffled sound, a blood light, a head soared into the sky, and a pair of eyes died with their eyes open.

Wang Lingyun took back his long sword expressionlessly, wiped blood on his clothes as if nothing had happened, and said lightly: "I am a poisonous snake, why do you need to say it? The whole world knows that I am not a good thing. Those who curse me who died early can line up to Chang'an City. Just curse me too, can the breeze blow on the hills?"

In this world, he is only afraid of one person. Wang Lingyun is not afraid of anyone except this person. This person can suppress his desires and greed, and can also restrain his cruelty and violence.

This person is not Han Yue. In Wang Lingyun's eyes, Han Yue is just an invincible opponent. The hero never bows his head to admit defeat to his opponent. The only one who can truly defeat Wang Lingyun is his sister.

At this time, another gust of autumn wind blew, lifting the dead leaves and flying all over the sky. Not far away, there was a river surging and surging, and the dense forest by the river was silhouetted.

In addition to the silence of people, there were also screams of killing, and there were shrill screams everywhere, mixed with roars of dying struggle. However, gradually the screams became less and less, and finally they slowly turned into silence.

Wang Lingyun stood by the Liao River with his hands behind his back, looking into the distance as if his pupils were not focused. Suddenly, several swordsmen and generals jumped out of the forest and hurried behind him with their knives.

"You are the Grand Governor, you have killed all of you!"

Several swordsman generals were full of respect and were obviously afraid when they spoke.

One of them swallowed a little nervously, and then said carefully: "After killing this group of rebels, the restoration of Goguryeo will be basically eliminated. From then on, there is no need to worry about someone smuggling through the Liaohe River to the Tang Dynasty. The task assigned by His Majesty to Liaodong has been completed. The defense line you set up here can be removed..."

Wang Lingyun didn't look back, and he seemed to have not heard his subordinates' reports. He continued to look into the distance, his face calm and a little scary.

The swordsmen behind did not dare to speak out, so they could only stay where they were waiting.

After a long time, Wang Lingyun finally let out a breath and said unwillingly: "The giant dragon is bound with wings, the poisonous snake is pulled out of its fangs, the tiger is drawn in a circle, the big roll can never fly into the sky, and you will tell me if this governor lives very pitiful..."

The swordsman generals' eyes flashed, and suddenly they all covered their ears with their hands. They didn't dare to listen to such words, and they would probably die if they heard them.

Wang Lingyun still didn't look back, but he seemed to know that his subordinates must have covered his ears. He suddenly laughed at the sky and pointed to the turbulent Liaohe River in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, there was a roar and a long roar, with anger on his face, and it was full of hideousness.

"Kill millions of soldiers in the world, and the sword on your waist is still bloody. People in the world do not know the hero's face, so they dare to ask for their names weakly..."

This poem is cruel and murderous, and there is also a strong sense of unwillingness and dissatisfaction in the poem. The calm on Wang Lingyun's face gradually turns into violence.

He suddenly turned around, shouted at several swordsman generals, and shouted loudly: "Across the Liao River in front of him, opposite the Tang Dynasty is the beautiful country and fertile land of thousands of miles. How tempting, the emperor of the Tang Dynasty is Li Chengqian. Do you dare to follow the governor to jump into the Central Plains and follow me to grab the throne and sit..."

Now his troops are strong, and the 100,000 Sword Guards' Team that year have grown to 500,000. How powerful is this force? It can almost compete with the three guards of the Western Prefecture.

At this time, Han Yue left the Tang Dynasty, and the emperor of the Central Plains was Li Chengqian. Wang Lingyun was not afraid of Han Yue. In his eyes, Li Chengqian was just a weak chicken who could be killed at any time.

He has an elite army of 500,000. Why should he be trapped in a corner of Liaodong? There are beautiful mountains and rivers in the Central Plains, and Wang Lingyun can also sit there.

"Grandmaster..." A swordsman general behind him suddenly spoke and said carefully: "You want to be the emperor, you want to occupy the country, but have you ever thought about it? The Central Plains is the homeland of His Majesty, and Li Chengqian is also his brother whom he personally supports. If we cross the Liaohe River to invade the Tang Dynasty, that His Majesty will immediately rush to the north to attack the head-on..."

Everyone knows who the Majesty he said is, but now few people dare to call Han Yue's name directly.

Wang Lingyun roared violently, his face was very angry, and he shouted: "So what if he comes? Am I afraid of him? He has the three guards of the Western Prefecture, so I don't have the swordsman guard? This governor only asked you to wait for a word, do you dare to cross the Liaohe River with me?"

Several swordsman generals were silent, with obvious fear in their eyes. This time, their fear was not because of Wang Lingyun, but because they thought about what to do if Han Yue came to fight after crossing the Liaohe River?

After a long time, a general finally shrank and said timidly: "Governor-in-chief, please don't want it. The Liao River in front of you is the forbidden entry line drawn by the His Majesty. That His Majesty once said that no matter who dares to cross this river in Liaodong, the Central Plains will become the burial ground for those who step into the invaders."

This guy shrank for a long time, and while speaking, he peeked at Wang Lingyun's face. Seeing that the governor did not immediately turn against each other, he carefully continued: "The people under him think that we are good in Liaodong, at least we can be a local emperor who cares about the sky and the earth. Occasionally, the emperor's majesty also receives rewards. In fact, this kind of life is also good..."

"Yes, yes, the Grand Governor, it's great in Liaodong. Why go to the Central Plains to be the emperor? We won't make that Majesty angry here. We can show off our might and be a personal master for the rest of our lives!"

Wang Lingyun snorted angrily, but a hint of self-deprecating expression appeared on the corner of his mouth. He suddenly sighed, and the violence on his face gradually calmed down.

Now he has an army of 500,000 and has a territory in the entire territory of Goguryeo. He is fully qualified to compete for the Central Plains with such strength. Unfortunately, the soldiers and generals under him have been shocked by that man.

The swordsman generals were afraid that Wang Lingyun would still want to fight back to the Central Plains, so a smart guy suddenly had an idea and spoke again, carefully reminding him: "Grandmaster, have you forgotten your sister? I remember that the eldest lady is in poor health. Every time she hears you want to rebel, her heart will hurt immediately!"

Wang Lingyun's body shook, and a hint of nervousness suddenly appeared on his face.

"Forget it"

He suddenly smiled bitterly and murmured to himself: "The dragon is bound with its wings, the poisonous snake is pulled out of its fangs, the tiger is drawn in a circle, and the big roll will never fly into the sky..."

This sentence was the second time he said, and the interval between the two words was only one cup of tea, but the context and mood were completely different, just like two people sighing.

The first time I said this was full of unwillingness and dissatisfaction.

This time I said this again, my tone was already filled with bleakness and loneliness.

As a hero of the times, he was drawn in a circle around the world. A real man cannot travel around the world. What is the difference between living and dying?

He slowly turned back and looked at the Liao River in front of him with his hands behind his back. The river was surging, and the autumn wind blew up the white waves. Wang Lingyun suddenly sighed again and smiled bitterly: "If there is a next life, I hope it will not be like this. I never believed in God before, but now I want to pray to God once. If I, Wang Lingyun, can be reincarnated and live for the rest of my life, I only hope that I will never meet my brother-in-law again in the next life..."

He stopped slightly and suddenly looked up to the sky and let out a roar. The roar shook the sky and spread across the sky. He repeated loudly and again: "Don't you hear it? Remember it well when you hear it. If I have a next life, I will never be born!"

If I have the next life, I will not be born with a leap

How desolate this was said, a hero's face was actually filled with tears. It was as if Zhou Yu had heard that sound before his death, and he Shengliang, Wang Lingyun used to sneer at Zhou Yu's thoughts, but now he feels that he is as bitter as Zhou Yu.

He had tears in his eyes, and he cried and laughed again at the surging Liaohe River. The swordsmen and generals behind him were afraid to speak out, for fear that one would accidentally provoke the governor and lose his life.

At this moment, suddenly the sound of horse hooves rushing from afar, but when a swordsman was riding a horse and shouted hurriedly: "Grandmaster, happy event, a bird came from Lingnan to send a letter, and the Majesty finally ascended the dragon throne to the throne. He had several founding orders spread throughout the world, one of which was for our Liaodong..."

"I will not listen, let's go to his bullshit order to establish the country!"

Wang Lingyun suddenly became angry again, and suddenly waved his hand to pull out the long sword around his waist. The knife was still stained with blood that had not yet cooled, which scared the knight of the news that he reported was trembling. He didn't know that the Grand Governor had just suppressed his anger, and anyone would be furious if he had a little teasing.

As long as the governor is furious, he will draw his sword to kill people!

However, this guy was also very anxious and took out a piece of paper from his arms, and said frightenedly and quickly: "Grandmaster, Grandmaster, it's a happy event, it's a happy event. Although that Majesty issued an order to arrange errands for us, the decree is the one you want to hear the most. Grandmaster, Grandmaster, please stop the knife in your hand and wait until your subordinates say it completely..."

The blade was less than two fingers away from this guy, and the force of breaking the wind had already blown the ends of his hair on his forehead. Fortunately, Wang Lingyun finally didn't slash down, and his eyes said coldly: "Say, what's the purpose?"

The knight dared not delay the news, so he quickly said loudly: "In the first year of the Chinese Empire, Emperor Zhaowu issued an order to grant Prince Li Jiyue the title of the first-class royal title of the royal family and be named King Siberia..."

He took a breath when he said this, for fear that Wang Lingyun's blade would slash down, and then he said hurriedly: "That Majesty has not actually given you an imperial edict. This imperial edict has been passed down to others all over the world. Our birds only received a small note, which simply wrote a sentence on it."

Wang Lingyun's eyes gradually calmed down, and suddenly withdrew his knife and stretched out his hand, and said in a plain tone: "What are you talking about? Take it to me."

The Knight quickly sent the note and then took a few steps back carefully.

Wang Lingyun didn't even look at him, and shook his hand to spread the note. What he saw was Han Yue's handwriting, with his pen flying and flying dragons, but his tone was indescribable. He saw it: "Wang Lingyun, your nephew has been named King of Siberia. You can do whatever you want..."

Wang Lingyun laughed angrily and threw the note into the sky. He bit his teeth, and his anger burst out again. He suddenly stepped heavily under his feet, and his long knife was out of the sheath on his waist and roared.

His face was full of cruelty, his eyes flashed with fierce light, and he suddenly murmured: "I'll do it, I'll do it, do you know that Liaodong is too small, why do you let me do it?"

He stopped suddenly and suddenly looked strange on his face. It turned out that the note he had just thrown away was falling, and he vaguely saw a line of extremely small words behind the note.

This line of words is still Han Yue's tone, his tone is very joking and strong, but he saw that it read: I know that Liaodong is too small, but Liaohe still doesn't allow you to cross it!

Wang Lingyun snorted angrily, but his face became bitter. Han Yue could even guess his reaction after receiving the note. He even knew that he would say something like Liaodong too small in anger, so Han Yue wrote it on the back of the note again, and his words were full of hints...

Han Yue’s hint is very simple. He just wants to tell Wang Lingyun that as long as I live one day, my eyes will always be staring at you!

Several swordsman generals did not dare to speak at all, and the knight who reported the news also shrank and retreated. Wang Lingyun stood there while changing his face, and finally suddenly bent down and picked up the piece of paper again.

He slowly stuffed the paper into his arms, his movements were solemn and serious. Then he slowly turned around and looked at the people under his command, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes.
Chapter completed!