In the deep cave, the water surface reflects dappled light, and the smooth stones around it seem to paint them with a greasy layer of oil. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThere are white fish swimming in the water, the surface of the water is rippling, and the light and shadow are moving, and the stones painted with oil paint give it a terrifying appearance.

Tang Hong walked in it, with the faint light and the touch of his hand, looking at the words on the stone wall word by word, like a blind man touching an elephant, extremely grotesque.

"The strategy of a thousand tripods, cultivating qi and strengthening the body...

These words were used many years ago when it was still the Shang Dynasty, and now it is difficult to see, and there are very few people who know it, let's just say that in the current Song Kingdom, there are no more than five people who know this kind of writing. Tang Hong's grandfather happens to be one of them, so Tang Hong also knows a lot, he knows the words on the stone wall and can still read them, mainly because it is too dark, Tang Hong has the ability to never forget ten lines at a glance, or it took more than three days to completely record the words on the stone wall in his mind, which would have taken more time. But halfway through it, Tang Hong suddenly sped up.

Qi practitioners, the strongest type of people in the world, if this kind of person practices qi to the point of profundity, turning over rivers and seas, and flying with the sword is idle. Qi training is the desire of almost everyone in the world, to get ahead, to take revenge, to be a beautiful woman, as long as you become a qi practitioner, you have everything. If it weren't for the limitation of talent, I am afraid that I would not even have a farming land today.

"This is really my luck", with two dark circles under his eyes, but a pair of bloodshot eyes were uncontrollable excitement, Tang Hong couldn't help laughing. The texts on the stone walls are all about qi and how to use it in the body. He tried the law for only a few days, and it has already achieved a small effect, and he can watch it without sleep for three days.

"Chaowei Tian Shelang ascended to Tianzi Hall at dusk", the ancients were cloudy, and Tang Hong smiled a little crazy: "What is this, Lao Tzu is one step to the sky."

The palm of his hand gently brushed the words on the somewhat blurred stone wall, and his body staggered, reading a book for three days without sleep, without eating or eating, which was already the ultimate in rough ventilation and qi training, and slowly slid down against the wall like mud. Tang Hong fell asleep deeply.

"Qi practitioner, qi practitioner, ghost", the face that was originally peaceful and smiling suddenly became hideous.

The yellow sand was all over the sky, destroying the city and pulling out the village, and the capital of the Song State was full of soldiers defending the city in armor and holding swords, almost all of them were wounded, some even broke their hands and feet, their eyes were blind, and their bodies were wrapped with thick white cloths. Among them stood a middle-aged man in a purple robe with a resolute face and an injured arm. This man has messy hair and dirty face, but he is the monarch of the Song Kingdom, named Song Wujiang, and he is also the first fierce general of the Song Kingdom.

"Gongzi, the respect of the Wei State is just a villain, and he has no faith in his words", Song Wujiang looked at the black armor sea under the city, and shouted to a young man with a jade-like face who led the army: "The friendship between the two countries, what has been agreed upon, how can there be anything to talk about, Brother Wei Wang, are you really not afraid of the world's shame and laughter in such an act."

The face was as beautiful as jade, and when he heard this, he just smiled.

"The ancients had clouds, the virtual is real, the real is virtual, Lao Tzu also said, the soldier is treacherous, for the way of the general, but a little face, what is it", Gongzi patted his face: "If the world returns to Wei tomorrow, I just give up this face to the people of the world to break it."

"You, you, how shameless", Song Wujiang pointed at Gongzi Wei speechless, and sighed for a long time, and said to the soldiers in the city: "You are the pillars of my Great Song Dynasty, but today's defeat has been decided, and Lone will not survive, if you have any intention of retreating, please leave by yourself." ”

None of the soldiers on the city moved their feet.

"Swear to die with the king", there was no lack of weakness in the neat voice, but the unity of 5,000 people shocked and admired the Wei army under the city.

The reason why the Wei army was able to win was only because of this great sandstorm that had not been encountered for a thousand years, this sandstorm disintegrated the army of the Song State, and Gongzi Wei took the opportunity to propose negotiations, although the negotiations were very unfavorable to the Song State, but the soldiers came to the city and forced the Song King to agree.

But that negotiation was all fake in the end, and Gongzi rebelled and took a hundred military trainers. If it weren't for the desperate death of Song Wujiang's personal guards, the monarch of the Song State would not exist, and the Song State would have been destroyed long ago.

"Father, no one in the Song Kingdom is afraid of death", a little girl who was only seven or eight years old, like a jade, walked up to Song Wujiang's side, pulled his sleeve and said resolutely.

When he saw her, Song Wujiang's eyes felt guilty, he had no lack of courage to rush out of the city, knowing that he would die, but he could still fight to the death with the enemy, but in the face of his young daughter, he couldn't resist the selfishness of a father.

"Daughter, my father can't give you a carefree life, and I hope you can live", Song Wujiang stroked his daughter's little head, and a big hand turned into a knife, and suddenly cut the back of her neck. The little girl immediately fainted.

Song Wujiang carried her down the city gate, summoned his last three personal guards, and gave his daughter to them again and again.

"This is the last bloodline of my Song royal family, as long as she doesn't die, the Song Kingdom will have hope of recovering the country, you must protect her well and assist her."

"We Obey"

The three guards knelt down with their eyes closed, their foreheads slammed on the ground, and said goodbye.

In the early morning of the next day, a fire broke out in the Song Dynasty, and all the ancestral tablets of the Song royal family were burned by the contemporary Song King Song Wujiang.

"This is the ancestor of my Song Kingdom, now that the Song Kingdom is destroyed, if the country is restored, you should enjoy the incense forever, if not, these tablets are useless," Song Wujiang put on a neat armor, rode a red horse, and ordered to open the city gate.

At another gate of the Song Kingdom, three middle-aged men wrapped in sackcloth fled from the Wei Kingdom at a gallop with a girl.