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But the next moment, the iron sword stopped in the hands of an old man. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

This hand is really too old, but no one sighs, the skinny fingers, like an ordinary straw, can be so easily dissolved by this instantaneous blow.

Li Qingshan will never forget that face, the expressionless old man suddenly became murderous, as if he had become another person, and the random kapok petals around him seemed to feel something, swaying and tilting silently to avoid it, and none of them dared to crash into the coarse cloth shirt.

The old man had no sword in his hand, which was the most fortunate place for Li Qingshan at this moment.

This was obviously not all of Li Qingshan's attacks, and the milky white light poured out from the hilt of the sword in the hand of the Xuanjian Sect powerhouse, spraying like silk, and then converging into a dazzling torrent. The Dao method of the Xuanjian Sect seemed to have life on the iron sword in Li Qingshan's hand, and the powerful self-confidence once again swept through the body.

The old man frowned, his wrist trembling slightly, and the whip branch, which looked like a shrewd water snake, instantly straightened, like a proud sword declaring war on the enemy in front of him.

The white light came in an instant, and the old man's body floated like a wicker with the autumn wind, making the best dodge. After the straight whip met the focus of the white light, only a roar was heard, and sparks flew in all directions.

Li Qingshan's face changed sharply, and then he put down his sword, looked at the carriage that did not move the slightest, and coughed.

"Your understanding is good, you may be on the martial arts list in another fifty years, go back and tell your master Fang Chong, don't shame the Daomen because of your selfishness. The old man finally glanced at Li Qingshan, but this glance seemed to pierce his soul.

The old man did not intend to do any more, he raised his softened whip and whistled in the air.

The horse raised its hooves, and it was obvious that the battle just now had no effect on it, and with the sound of squeaking, the carriage gradually disappeared from the sight of the man in white.

"Poof......" Li Qingshan, who was forcibly suppressing his blood, finally couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood after the carriage disappeared.

The crimson blood fell to the ground like the kapok, and turned to dust.

In the fifth year of Jian'an, when the 50th birthday of Wuhou of Canghai City, who had made great contributions to the empire, was only one day away, an old man and a young man appeared on the official road only more than ten miles away from Canghai City, and the figure was stretched by the sunset, the old man was holding a horse whip in his hand, ragged, with white hair, and a few thatches, he could beg by squatting on the ground with a broken bowl, leading a skinny lame horse. The little one is actually quite old, with a stubble on his face, dressed in a market linen shirt, and is like a refugee fleeing the famine.

"Old Xing, hold on for a while, enter the city and return home, and then you can rest. "I can't see that a young man of real age has no strength or strength.

The sloppy old man who looked like a servant shook his head helplessly, and did not respond to him.

"Tell me a few words, along the way, you either beat or kill, I haven't even drunk a bowl of hot water, if you don't speak, I can't suffocate to death." The young man rolled his eyes and said, he really didn't have the spirit to toss.

On the journey home, I thought that with the protection of this immeasurable old man, it must be no problem to go home safely.

But the more he walked, the more frightened he became, if Li Qingshan was a master, the people he met later could only be described as a top master.

Thinking of this, the young man began to admire his father, and if it were not for the protection of this old man, I am afraid that he would have turned to ashes under the pearl kapok tree.

The dignified prince of Wuhou should have been dressed in fresh clothes and angry horses.

It's good now, a tattered linen coat and a pair of straw sandals...... It's not easy to get here.

Before entering the city, there was a stall selling wine not far from the city wall, he was really exhausted, smelled the wine, closed his eyes, sniffed, and looked intoxicated.

Pursing the corners of his mouth, he finally couldn't hold back the hunger in his belly, he walked over and found the only empty stool and sat down, gritted his teeth and shouted with his last strength: "Come on, come on...... Serve the wine!"

The drinkers who went out of the city or rested halfway into the city all disliked the two of them who were dressed in shabby clothes and deliberately sat far away.

The shopkeeper, who was busy with business, originally listened to the voice and wanted to echo a "Okay", but as soon as he saw the outfits of the two, he immediately pulled down his face and came out to do business. ”

Of course, the young man could hear Xiao Er's disdain, but he still gasped and said, "Hurry up and serve wine and meat, your reward money is indispensable." ”

"Reward?" The shopkeeper opened his voice with a look of disdain.

The young man looked at the old man sitting beside him and smiled bitterly, he didn't care about any wine and meat anymore, his eyes were closed, and he fell asleep on the wine table, and after a while, the snoring sounded like thunder.

The old man shook his head helplessly, and with a wave of his three-fingered arm towards the sky, a white light rose into the sky, and then disappeared into nothingness.

Probably when the drinkers had drunk a bowl of wine, the earth roared without warning, the wine table shook, and the drinkers watched with wide eyes as the wine swayed along with the wooden table, and they all carefully picked it up and looked around.

I saw a group of iron horsemen rushing out of the city gate, stretching into two black lines, as if there was no end. In the dust, the high-headed horses, all of which are in Canghai City with a hundred heavy armor horses that move the world, the flag moves with the wind, bright as blood, and the word is written on it, "forest"!

As a Canghai person, of course, I know the flag.

The direct guards under the command of Marquis Wu!!

In the world, who can compete with the invincible Lin Jiajun?

In the past, the Damang Dynasty felt that its 200,000 knights dared to go against its edge, but in the end, the Nine Famous Mountains fought and the whole army was annihilated, and all the soldiers were killed, wailing like thunder.

Three hundred elite iron horsemen sprinted out, mighty and imposing.

The three hundred iron cavalry instantly stood still, and their movements were the same, and this skillfulness was far beyond the scope of ordinary soldiers who fought a hundred battles.

General Fenwei, the general of the third grade, turned over and dismounted, saw the old man at a glance, and immediately galloped to the wine shop, knelt down and saluted the young man who had already fallen asleep, and said respectfully: "The last general will see the son of the world!"

And the shabby young man who said that he wanted to give a reward just muttered in his sleep, "Come on...... Come on, reward. ”

"The east is adjacent to the Jieshi to view the sea. ”

Jieshi Mountain is the second highest mountain in the world, to climb this second highest mountain in the world to see the whole Canghai City, just by this poem left by the ancients can distinguish the grandeur and magnificence of Canghai City, even compared with the capital city of Beijing.

The continuous city wall has huge stones stacked on top of each other, and after Wuhou Lin Jinrong entered the city, he ordered people to double the thickness of the city wall, during which it was watered with rice soup water, which was extremely strong.

The Han people are still martial, coupled with the fact that the Lin family army took Canghai City as the foundation, went south to Damang for 500 miles to strangle 500,000 Damang border army, and entered the 12 passes of South Qin, and the Qin people did not hear the wind and surrendered and other undefeated myths, Canghai people are proud of this, so in the huge Canghai City, there are many young men with swords. When acquaintances meet, they don't bow down like Zhongjing, but more of a bow to greet each other.

The next day was the fiftieth birthday of Wuhou, who was the pillar of the Great Han Dynasty, and it seemed that the entire Canghai City was filled with a festive atmosphere, but it was on this day that Canghai City ushered in two strange people.

There are many dignitaries and nobles who come from all over the world to congratulate Wuhou on his birthday, and Wuhou is even more worried about the safety of these nobles, and before he enters Canghai City, he will send direct guards to escort him to Wuhou's mansion.

But only these two, an old man and a young man, are all coarse linen clothes, their faces are full of dirt, how can they have the appearance of high-ranking officials and nobles, but they have three hundred horsemen to escort them. The strange thing was that the young man was carried into the city by the old man.

The people who crowded on both sides of the road to watch the excitement were all amazed.

Some people in the crowd recognized that the general who took the lead was General Bi Kongqing, who followed Wuhou south to Damang and made great contributions, so at this time, they were even more curious about the identities of the two people who were ragged and looked like beggars.

The familiar city, the familiar streets, even the air and the sun seem so familiar.

Lin Ji opened his eyes vigorously, and after finding that he had entered the city, he closed his eyes again with peace of mind.

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