On the snow corridor that leads directly to Yingxue Lake in Xiliang Wangfu, two people walked slowly.

A person with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, his face is like black jade, and he is a man of temperament at first glance, and he can't rub sand in his eyes.

A person with a plaster face, a graceful and graceful man, has the elegance of a literati and an artist, and at the same time does not lack the courage to fight on the battlefield.

When Gao Cuilan saw these two people, her face showed an incredible, incomprehensible surprise, and then she was replaced by a look of anger.

The two walked to the shore of Yingxue Lake and knelt in front of Xu Xiao: "Fan Heming, Yang Tingxiong, meet your father-in-law!" ”

Gao Cuilan's face was uncontrollable with anger, her chest fell together, and she was suddenly angry, if it wasn't for Lin Wan'er reaching out to support her, she would probably fall down with her head up.

Not only Gao Cuilan is puzzled, but even Lin Wan'er is puzzled, not to mention Fan Heming for the time being, a star-shaped upright man like Yang Tingxiong, who has both advantages and disadvantages, although his behavior on weekdays is debatable, but he is most jealous and hateful, and it is impossible to stand in Sima Qi's team and act for the tiger.

As for Fan Heming, this Confucian general who married the wife of Aunt Shifang, Lin Wan'er has always looked down on him, but he is also a reader who has read sage books, how can he not understand the word loyalty.

But at the critical juncture, the two stood on Sima Qi's side together, which was extremely unreasonable.

Xu Xiao looked up at the two of them, not angry because of their defection, but sighed faintly and asked, "Tingxiong, why are you doing this?" He asked very easily, without accusation, just asked lightly "why is this", as if chatting about family life.

Yang Tingxiong lowered his head and pressed against the ground. The voice is still like Hong Zhong: "Yang Tingxiong is not as good as beasts, but his father-in-law, Sima promised Tingxiong." Conquer the Central Plains, enter the capital city, reshape the Lingyan Pavilion, the first of the founding heroes is Tingxiong, this temptation, Tingxiong can't refuse. ”

At the beginning of the founding of the Great Wei State, His Majesty built the Lingyan Pavilion. According to the merit embroidered portrait of twenty-four heroes, the first is Xu Xiao, the king of Xiliang who pacified most of the country, followed by Xiahou Xiangyang, who has both ability and political integrity. Again, it is Pan Chunwei and Chen Xian and others.

Hearing Yang Tingxiong's explanation, Xu Xiao shook his head: "Tingxiong, tell the truth to your father-in-law." ”

Yang Tingxiong stiffened slightly, and was silent for a long time: "Father-in-law." Fame and fortune Yang Tingxiong didn't see it in his eyes. I don't put it in my heart, but I don't vomit and don't feel unhappy in my heart, speaking of which Ting Xiong is just a martial artist, not a benevolent person, he has been a reckless man on the battlefield all his life, and he can't do anything else, unlike Wei Song and Sima Qi who can take charge alone, and not like Gao Cuilan, who can write a strategy for the art of war. It's not like Fan Heming to settle down and start a business, in the final analysis. Ting Xiong can only be born on the battlefield for the rest of his life, die on the battlefield, and be shrouded in the battlefield, although he dies, he has no regrets. Tingxiong only hates his late life, and only envies his father-in-law that he can fight vigorously on the battlefield, how happy it is. The Xiliang army entered Xiliang, and the so-called war with Xihu was too boring, Yang Tingxiong liked the battlefield, and his life's wish was to conquer the Central Plains, and fight with that Xiahou Xiangyang, and ask who is the real hero in the world. ”

"Father-in-law, Sima Qi once promised Tingxiong that he would not hurt his father-in-law in the slightest, so he ...... Please forgive my father-in-law, if Tingxiong had not died on the battlefield of the Central Plains, he would have personally apologized in front of his father-in-law, but today the Xiliang soldiers must walk out of the Xueyong Pass and into the Central Plains. "His head was lowered.

Lin Wan'er was slightly stunned, and the first word that popped out of her head was: innocent and cute, the inner logic of this black man is so simple, just like a boy scout who has done horrific murders, but he has never been afraid in his heart, he just wants to be a little happy in his heart, and the peace of the world and the life and death of the people are not in his eyes.

Xu Xiao couldn't help but sigh faintly, looking into the distance, as if returning to that war-torn and colorful era: "In the final analysis, you are unwilling to be mediocre in Xiliang for a lifetime." But, Tingxiong, you don't know, whether it is the father-in-law or Xiahou, what you hate the most is the era when you so-called heroes rose together, and the era when we won fame the most. The father-in-law didn't understand Xiahou, maybe he didn't understand himself either, but the father-in-law hated that era, not because of the continuous wars, the devastation of life, nor the parting of life and death, and the destruction of the family, but because of purer things, the pursuit of beautiful things, which is the vision that life has. As Wan'er girl said in "The Legend of the West Chamber", there are lovers - people eventually become dependents, and as Confucianism says, the father is kind and filial to the son, and at the beginning of the person, the nature is good. ”

Lin Wan'er secretly smacked her tongue, on weekdays, she looked at King Xiliang as an old farmer, and she was happy all day long, but she didn't expect that he was still a philosopher, and the truth he said was really good, when he wanted to tidy up the vegetable garden on weekdays, he stopped his hoe and looked up at the princess's sculpture, and what he thought of was a purer and more beautiful thing.

Yang Tingxiong didn't speak, still lowered his head, like a stubborn child, he felt that dying on the battlefield was his best destination, how could he get what he wanted in the world without war.

Xu Xiao laughed at himself and shook his head constantly: "My father-in-law is really confused, I still want to persuade you in a few words, your mind has been decided, and my father-in-law won't say anything more." Things in the world are not good, and some simple and easy-to-understand truths can be understood at one point, but you always have to fight and kill to determine right and wrong. ”

Lin Wan'er nodded, and very much agreed with Xu Xiao's words, some of the truths are very simple, but there is always a fight, and after distinguishing the strong and the weak, the words of the strong will have weight, which is really troublesome.

He looked at Fan Heming, who was kneeling beside him: "Heming, why are you?" ”

Fan Heming also bowed his head and was silent, and the reason in his heart seemed to be more difficult to speak than Yang Tingxiong, he knelt on the ground for a long time before he spoke, and he only repeated: "Fan Heming should die, Fan Heming should die......"

Seeing that he couldn't let out a fart for a long time, Lin Wan'er, who was already a little annoyed by this Confucian general's senses, was even more annoyed, this kind of man married more than ten concubines, no matter how elegant he was in front of him, he was dirty behind his back.

Sima Qi put his hands in his sleeves and slowly stood up, with an inexplicable smile on his face: "Fan Heming, Fan Heming, you seed of infatuation, you can only be a woman before and after the saddle." ”

Fan Heming stopped talking, he had a woman in his heart. It was like a hurdle that would always be over, and he was hurt in her hand, and he had nothing to love for a while. After many years of not being booked, she was actually in Sima Qi's hands.

Previously, Sima Qi had looked for him in private, but he didn't say anything else, only put the token of his and her love in front of him, Fan Heming was dumbfounded, and grabbed the sachet in one hand. Looking at Sima Qi's back, his eyes were gloomy. Sima Qi coerced him, he thought he could be ruthless. Sima Qi's words "She is blind" melted Fan Heming's heart, and all the resentment disappeared and turned into the tenderness of a river of spring water.

On the shore of the snow lake, he slowly raised his head. Fan Heming's eyes were full of anger and murderous intent. There are also hidden worries: "Sima Qi, I, Fan Heming, are at your disposal today, I hope you can keep your promise and keep her safe." After today, I, Fan Heming, and you Sima Qi will have no friendship, and I will definitely take your dog's life! ”

"Haha, what I respect most is a scholar like you, and there are clear grievances. Above board, everything is analyzed in an orderly manner. Others look awkward and aggrieved, but they always feel that they are right and have a clear conscience. Sima Qi smiled and said, "I, Sima Qi, promise you to keep that woman safe, but you have to do your best today." Everyone else knows that there is Wei Song in Xiliang, but they don't know that there is also a reading seed Fan Heming. ”

Sima Qi slowly took out a three-foot short sword from his sleeve, the short sword had no scabbard, the tip of the sword was smooth, and the blade was extremely blunt, not like a sword, but more like a child's toy.

But everyone who saw this short sword couldn't help but be upright, their faces were heavy, there are thousands of short swords in the world, but there are two short swords that are the most famous, one is the fish intestine in the hands of Jing Ke, the first assassin of the emperor of the previous dynasty, and the other is the Wufeng in the hands of the former dynasty horse soldier saint, more precisely, the fish intestine and Wufeng are the same sword.

Legend has it that Jing Ke and the former dynasty horse is a good friend, each other as a confidant, flowing water song, fishing songs answer each other, Jing Ke once played the high mountain, the horse soldier saint will hear the high mountain, play the flowing water, then listen to the flowing water. It wasn't until Jing Ke assassinated that the horse soldier saint suddenly realized that he hated himself one step later and heard Jing Ke's resolute mentality of "Yi Shui Han" - the wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the strong man is gone and will never return.

The emperor of the previous dynasty was furious and wanted to divide the corpse of the dead Jing Ke and five horses, crush the bones and scatter ashes, and it was the former dynasty horse soldier saint who did not hesitate to be harsh and suspicious by everyone, and desperately kept Jing Ke's corpse.

Although His Majesty was angry, but he was also moved by the true feelings of the horse, he ordered someone to return the fish intestine sword to the furnace for forging, when it came out of the oven, the heaven and the earth were discolored, there was a colorful glow falling from the sky, the room was full of incense, the sword body was blood-red, the hair could be broken, the name was red, and it was rewarded to the horse soldier saint. The horse soldier saint took this blade, remembered his old friend, and couldn't help grieving in his heart, sharpened his sword with his bare hands, sharpened the unparalleled anti-blade, and renamed it Wufeng.

Later, when the Horse Soldier Saint forcibly introduced the national qi into his body, it was this Wufeng as a bridge for transition, so Wufeng was a divine weapon that carried a country's qi, even if it was just a transition, it could be as famous as the Nine Dragons Xuanyuan Sword on the Xishu Sword Pavilion.

Unexpectedly, this Wufeng appeared in Sima Qi's hands.

Sima Qi held the sword in one hand, and threw Wu Feng as a hidden weapon without warning in his right hand, and Wu Feng rushed towards Fan Heming like a sword off the string.

Fan Heming was not afraid at all, stretched out two fingers, and gently sandwiched Wu Feng between the calcium carbide sparks, and the breath carried by Wu Feng blew his black hair on his temples flying.

"Tsk, what a good skill, my Sima ruler can't compare." Sima Qi smiled on his face and said lightly: "Fan Heming, go and fight with Wei Song, let the entire Xiliang and the world see what you, a scholar who has been hiding for so many years, have seen from those books." ”

Fan Heming held the sword in one hand, his temperament changed, and he suddenly learned peerless martial arts as if he was a weak scholar, and the breath around him was agitated, like a book city exuding bursts of calligraphy and ink.

Lin Wan'er stood in the distance with her eyes shining, amazed, this Fan Heming's martial arts seemed to be completely different from others, Wei Song was already in a class of his own, but compared with Fan Heming, he still walked the same vein, Fan Heming was completely different, he was full of talent, and poetry could be used as a weapon.

Fan Heming, who had already become another person, held Wufeng in his hand and glanced back at Sima Qi: "Sima Qi, I hope you keep your promise to me what you promised, I have said something, and I will definitely do it." ”

Sima Qi once promised him to protect the woman's safety and not hurt the life of the king of Xiliang, he once said that he would help Sima Qi to set Xiliang today, and he would take his life one day.

After speaking, Fan Heming walked with a sword, and there seemed to be a book listed under his feet, forming layers of ladders, until he was on the top of the snow-capped mountain, picking up the steps, and without taking a step forward, the nameless aura on his body was strong for three points, and the sword in his hand was sharp for three points, until the end, he was angry and angry.

Not far away, the Sword Pavilion enshrined the big sleeves fluttering, repelling the attacks of the fat master and Sun Lanxiang, looking at Fan Heming not far away, and couldn't help but exclaim: "What a scholar immortal!" ”

The fat master and the four of them seized this critical season, and hurriedly ventilated and conditioned, it seemed that the four of them were besieging the left and right offerings, but the real situation was that the breath of the four people was forcibly pulled by the left and right offerings, and the four of them were just tired of coping while saving their lives.

Zuo Xian couldn't help but sweep forward, hoping to watch closer: "It turned out to be him." ”

Seeing Fan Heming's momentum change, he nodded again, and suddenly said, "No wonder." The breath of the world's masters is as strong as the sun and the moon, every night when the starry sky is brilliant, it looks like there is an extra pillar of air between heaven and earth from a distance, so there is a stargazing and looking at the breath, Xiahou Xiangyang's breath is strong and red light, vast as the sky, Li Mubai's breath is white, strong as the sea, Wei Song is needless to say, blue as a lake, pavilion master Zhao Jianchen's breath is black, like a towering mountain, the four people are different, and the other masters are different, only in this Xiliang there is a breath if there is nothing, when it is weak, the breath is like a gossamer, when it is thick, It can be compared with the four masters above. ”

The right offering is also surprised: "Collect and release freely, the breath is restrained and released in an instant, it turns out that Fan Heming has taken a completely different path, drawing talent from the book, and using talent to kill, settle the country, and set the state." This world is just beginning, there must not be a sword, so what a genius is the person who forged the sword for the first time, Fan Heming actually groped a way out of the books, admired it so much, I dare not say whether this faction can be continuous in the future, but seeing this magic today, I can't help but applaud. Tiger bear Wei Song can be a faction of his own, this tiger deer Fan Heming is the founder of the sect, the strength is not easy to say, just this courage, it is also unimaginable by others. ”

In the eyes of everyone, this Xiliang tiger deer was bathed in purple brilliance, and his sword was like turning a book, and the wind blew the pages, making a loud noise, page after page.

In front of him is Wei Song, the tiger bear who is the best in combat power!

Flip the book to carry the gun, the tiger deer to the tiger bear!

(Lan Yingting likes "Confucianism and Taoism Most Holy", talent can kill, but the country can be stable, and the country can be fixed!) (To be continued......)