"You'd better call me Li Yun."

"I wonder if you know who told me about my sword practice on Moonlight Night."

Li Yun was slightly expectant, and with Zhang Xuejiao's martial arts, he naturally knew who did it.

Zhang Xuejue's answer disappointed her very much.

A kind of inability to break the deadlock filled Li Yun's whole body.

With her identity and ability, she has always been a one-stop effort to deal with things.

Although the five years of inland life have smoothed out her temper, her temperament of being arrogant and arrogant in her bones cannot be changed no matter what. It is an aura that can only be formed by being in the upper hand for a long time.

This time, just half a page of paper left her deep in the center of the vortex. Even though she had superb martial arts and outstanding swordsmanship, she could not find any force points.

It was like a punch hitting cotton, which made people feel very unhappy.

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At the same time, the road to Dingzhou is already filled with blood.

Five or six young swordsmen rode tall horses and surrounded Ren Yang and the children.

"Old man, what are you doing? Tie a short sword on the fishing rod. If you fish like this, you must starve to death."

"That's right? You see, he's wearing something worse than beggars. It must be because he can't catch fish!"

The young swordsman pointed at Ren Yang's fishing sword and laughed, and kept sarcastic.

Ren Yang did not squint his eyes or spoke back, and still walked his own way.

There is a tea shed every fifty miles of this official road, which can be used by pedestrians to rest. This tea shed is not as good as a large teahouse in the city. There is no tea brand or tea shop. It only sells a large bowl of coarse tea with salt.

Ren Yang came to the tea shed and sat down and ordered a pot of tea.

The tea bowl was held in his hand, but it was knocked over by the young swordsmen.

"Get away, old man, you sit here so we can't drink tea!"

"That's right, look at how dirty he is. I'm so fucked!"

Ren Yang still said nothing.

After packing up the broken porcelain pieces on the ground, the child took another bowl and poured tea.

"I'll let you drink!"

A young swordsman picked up the teapot and threw it into the wood next to him.

What's strange is that the teapot that I took off my hands suddenly turned around and returned to the table.

This man didn't believe in evil and wanted to throw it away again, but was grabbed by his companions.

"This old man is a ghost. Just now I saw the fishing rod in his hand move slightly and the teapot comes back."

Another horse team passed by on the official road.

The young heroes were immediately surrounded by blue shirts and swords, and the middle-aged man with a brocade hat and sable fur.

The middle-aged man saw the fishing rod standing in the tea shed from afar, and he felt secretly suspicious.

When he looked down the fishing rod, he immediately lost all his doubts and quickly turned over and dismounted. Although the young people following behind him did not understand the intention, they all did as they did.

"I have seen Senior Fishing Senior Fishing! I don't know that Senior Fishing Rest here, so it's offensive to almost ride a horse. I hope Senior Fishing Senior Fishing will forgive me."

The middle-aged man respectfully bowed to the old man holding the fishing rod.

"One person fished for a sea of ​​autumn - Ren Yang. He became famous thirty years ago. He was one of the most powerful swordsmanship among the old masters in the martial arts world. His specific realm was unknown. He fished for a sword and gods and ghosts, and had a variety of changes. He was decisive and loyal. He once slapped the palace with his own sword and retreated without any worries about the domineering rule of Andong King Pan Yuhuan. Later, he was issued a sea arrest document by King Andong. He was wanted by the world, and he was not allowed to return to the mountain to live in seclusion."

On the first page of the book, there is such a cruel man who dared to openly attack King Anton.

Liu Ruiying's scalp was numb and she was very excited for no reason.

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Inside the official post in Dingzhou.

"I have to leave. Although Tanting does not intervene in all disputes around the world, it does not mean that they are generous enough to tolerate betrayal."

Zhang Xuezhao left a small box next to the head of the bed.

Two paperweights and two letters lie quietly inside.

One letter is for Yanzi, and the other letter is for Tang Zhongsong.

The letter to Yanzi was very thick. Every page of paper was filled with ink and the envelope was bulging.

The letter to Tang Zhongsong was only a short sentence: You and I have no choice but to do anything.

"People who play eagles are often pecked by sparrows. Tanting believes that they have a long history and can understand human nature and break through illusions. In fact, I have never been afraid of your name as a scholar in white bones. I just really regard you as my master."

Tang Zhongsong put the letter into the brazier and looked at the rising flying ashes and muttered to him.

Park Jung-hong beside him was a little sad and sad, and he didn't see the feeling of relying on others when he was away.

After leaving Guanyi, Zhang Xuejue walked straight towards Jiying Town.

Let it all end at the beginning of everything.

Of course, there is no more suitable place than Jiying Town.

He walked very slowly and every step was solid.

Like a lonely wolf, wandering alone in the vast snow.

He took out a bottle of wine and a folding fan from the place where the paperweight was placed in his arms, and then poured it into his mouth with big mouthfuls.

After drinking, he began to fan his clothes.

Who will fan the outdoor outdoors in March?

Of course, he is not an ordinary person, nor an ordinary fan.

There is a lively street market picture on the front of the fan, which looks harmonious.

But when I got closer, I saw that no one in the street was wearing clothes.

There was no trace of flesh and blood.

All are white bones.

Zhang Xuejiao walked slowly and the fan became faster and faster.

The bones on the fan picture seem to have come alive

"Yu Shu, long time no see. Why are you so much older?"

Zhang Xuejue closed the fan in his hand with a snap and turned around with a smile.

He always hates waiting.

It was the biggest compromise for him to slow down his steps as much as possible.

"It's cold and freezing, so let's get rid of the old days."

"No wine or food, so naturally I can't speak."

"The head of the court did not let me kill you."

"I'm not ready to die with you, either."

What else the other party had to say? Zhang Xuejue stretched out his right palm and pushed forward.

He could see that Zhang Xuezhao did not use his strength in this palm, but simply stopped himself from continuing to speak.

So he shut up and took off the long staff on his back.

Although it was wrapped in cloth, Zhang Xuejue recognized it at a glance from the outline appearance.

It is a staff of the altar.

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Jiying Town, inside the headquarters of the Central Army.

Liu Ruiying repeatedly asked He Youjian to go to war with the army, but He Youjian refused on the grounds that "the safety of the envoy is more important."

Although He Youjian copied all the battle reports to Liu Ruiying, it was better to be as at ease as you saw with your own eyes through a layer of paper.

He just watched the army entering and leaving the barracks every day, and the troops who were dispatching were panicked. Occasionally, he saw the fire and shouting from the horizon at night.

"Please go to Lingyan Pavilion for the time being, like a scholar, Wanhuhou." Which man does not expect to fight on the battlefield and make achievements when he is in full swing?

Like Tang Zhongsong, Liu Ruiying also wanted to fight.

But he was afraid that he would become a deserter. It was not because he was afraid of death, but because he really couldn't die now.

In the afternoon of that day, the sergeant patrolling outside the gate suddenly told him that someone was about to see him.

Liu Ruiying was secretly surprised who it was. The first thing he thought of was Tang Zhongsong.

"Is this guy still unbearable to come to the battlefield... But as his identity, he should not be blocked."

Before leaving the gate, Liu Ruiying's steps stopped.
To be continued...