Yanjing, suburbs.

After Qin Mu contacted Liu Qingjie, the place Liu Qingjie gave him was this sword pavilion, and asked him to wait here, and the people of the An family would come to meet him in time.

It's wooded and grassland-strewn, but it's so deserted from the center of Yanjing that I haven't seen anyone passing by for days.

That's fine.

lest the innocent be affected.

Qin Mu closed his eyes and recuperated his mind, exhaling and nourishing his qi, if he observed carefully, he could find that every time Qin Mu breathed, a thin white mist appeared.

Qingxuan Qiye Flower has always been in his body, this kind of Jedi born of a unique thing, it is already extremely domineering, plus it has a lifespan of three thousand years, it can control all living beings around it, and take the aura of living beings for its own use.

It took An Qilin ten years and an unknown amount of materials to lay out the Qianli Na Blood Array, and with the same effect, Qin Mu can do it now with a raise of his hand, and he can even do it more elaborate and easier.

Qin Mu raised his eyes.

Liu Qingjie asked him to come alone, without any entourage, and he couldn't notify anyone else.

This makes it clear that it will be a Hongmen feast.

But he wants to see what tricks Liu Qingjie, the spokesperson of the An family, can play.

It is also necessary to take the opportunity to feel the bottom of the family.

After all, his mother is still in the hands of the An family!

Qin Mu closed his eyes again and breathed, just sat upright, waiting.

Until late at night on the first day, Liu Qingjie hurriedly came and said that there was something in the An family and he needed to come later.

The next day, Liu Qingjie took a few sumptuous dishes of food and apologized again, saying that the matter of the An family had not been dealt with yet, and Qin Mu needed to wait a little longer.

Qin Mu glanced at Liu Qingjie and didn't eat the food he brought.

It's just that before Liu Qingjie left, he asked him to bring a new newspaper the next day.

On the third day, the excuse was the same as always, Qin Mu had already guessed it somewhat.

It's just a possibility, one to show his nobility, and the other is to deliberately torture and belittle him, let him do it, etc.

It's just that when Liu Qingjie came this time, the newspaper he brought made Qin Mu stunned.

It's a desolation!

The northwest gate is close to the dead line.

Ten thousand meters back, there is the door, it is Shenzhou!

Xiao Cheng was ordered to be in danger and appointed as the commander-in-chief of the new northwest to lead the resistance!

A few lines of large letters, listed on the front page of the newspaper.

Qin Mu's fingers were a little stiff, and he didn't turn the next page for a long time.

Liu Qingjie couldn't help but sneer in his heart when he saw Qin Mu's appearance, but he still said in his mouth: "General Qin, you should eat some, you are not an immortal in Bigu, if you don't eat or drink for three days, you will collapse." ”

Liu Qingjie said, and tasted it to make sure it was not poisonous.

But Qin Mu just leaned against the newspaper and was silent for a long time.

He believed that even without his leadership, the iron and blood he had cultivated in the past ten years would be able to guard this gate.

This is also the first time that the media has authorized to convey the situation outside the door.

In the past, in order to calm the people's hearts, the inner court would stop all the information.

But this time, not surprisingly, it was Xiao Cheng who made his talents and exploits clear to the people and allowed the media to make things public.

In the eyes of the world.

Since the struggle of several generations, the world of China has been peaceful, and the wind and rain have been smooth for decades, and there has never been any dispute.

But, how can there be any quiet years?

Outside the northwest, there are foreign enemies all the time, coveting the fat of Shenzhou.

After several generations of pioneers, until this stick was handed over to Qin Mu.

This line, this gate, has never been breached.

Qin Mu closed his eyes deeply, and his breathing was extremely rare and difficult to calm down.

"Xiao Cheng, you'd better live up to your name. ”

In addition to the door opening line.

And his million-strong siblings!

The sinister nature of the wilderness, described in words, is always the tip of the iceberg.

Only those who are outside the desert can understand that this place is difficult and difficult.

Every battle, every expedition, you have to write a suicide note and pin your head to your waist!

In this way, we can build a division of kings!

Qin Mu has seen too many Si people have passed away.

But only this time, he was in a state of flux.

For four consecutive days, that is, the seventh day of Qin Mu's departure.

The newspapers all told how excellent the leader of Xiao Cheng was, who had repeatedly performed military exploits, and even issued the highest order to directly smash the Yellow Dragon and directly eradicate the old nest of this foreign enemy!

As soon as this move came out, the people cheered and shouted the name of the king of Yanqi.

However, when Qin Mu saw this scene, his pupils shrank slightly, and his throat stopped.

He has been in power for 10 years, and he knows better than anyone how deep the root cause of this foreign enemy is! In addition, the terrain is desolate and treacherous, and the valleys and valleys are numerous! It is not suitable to go deep at all!

Xiao Cheng's move is tantamount to arrogance!

This will kill countless people!

Qin Mu's eyes were staring at the newspaper and the photo of Xiao Cheng's beautiful scenery.

At this time, the sky is getting dark, and heavy black clouds are encroaching on the skyline, as if to swallow everything you see.

"Winter rain is a bit rare. Liu Qingjie looked up at the sky and said for some reason.

The fierce rain fell on the sword pavilion, as if it was about to break all the bricks and tiles.

"There will be thunderstorms. ”

Qin Mu took a few breaths, calmed down, folded the newspaper like a pocket, and then stood with his hands in his hands, closing his eyes and listening to the rain.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Accompanied by the rain curtain, a shallow white mist spread.

The sound of footsteps of varying degrees suddenly came from all around, as if they were looking for shelter from the rain.

Subsequently, seven different figures, some holding black umbrellas, and some simply exposed to the rain, let the raindrops soak up, showing heroism.

They appeared in the field of vision one after another, enveloping the Sword Pavilion.

Led by an old man, he was the first to take a step and prepare to walk towards the Sword Pavilion.

But just listen, Qin Mu closed his eyes and bowed his head, and Sen Ran spit out a word.

"Qin is in a bad mood today, whoever takes another step forward, I will kill whom. ”

In a word, the old man with the umbrella of Ling Fu Jian stayed in the air with half a foot, and he was stunned that he didn't take half a step forward!