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The main hall is elegantly arranged in the hall, and the middle hall is a landscape ink painting, with pen and ink rhyme dyeing, freehand rivers and mountains, atmospheric and dignified.

There is a Xiuyi man sitting on the main seat below, carrying a three-foot ancient sword, and it is Shen Zhenyi. Below his left head, an old man in his fifties stood aside, looking very respectful, this old man was the master of this room, Lin Jinji, a disciple of Wudang, and Shen Zhenyi was called Uncle Shen Zhenyi. In addition, Ling Junhou also sat upright below, his eyes as bright as stars seemed to be open and closed, as if he was wandering out of the sky, and set aside the angry sea of the sword that never left him, as if he had been forgotten by his master.

Although Lin Jinzheng is just an ordinary disciple of Wudang, after all, he is the same generation as the real person in charge of today's teaching, and he can be regarded as a famous predecessor in the rivers and lakes, and in a remote place such as Shuozhou, he can be called a big man. The children of the Lin family walked outside with their eyes on the top of their heads, how could they have ever seen their old father's attitude so respectful that it was almost grovelling? They only know that their father is arrogant and natural, and many celebrities such as the prefect of Shuozhou have repeatedly extended the invitation and ignored it, and the heroes of the rivers and lakes came to visit and must perform the gift of the younger disciples, how to understand that the father was so respectful to the middle-aged man who looked like a poor scholar, so that he was unwilling to sit down in front of him.

Shen Zhenyi naturally didn't care about the doubts in the hearts of a few plastered disciples, at this time, he was smiling, gentle and elegant, and said softly to Lin Jinji: "I expect that the major factions of the families and some heroes of the rivers and lakes will arrive one after another in three days. ”

Although Lin Jinji was old, he was unspeakably respectful to Shen Zhenyi, and said respectfully: "The disciple has chosen an excellent venue, and is building a colorful shed and a high platform, as for the heroes from all walks of life, although the disciple's village is ugly, it can accommodate thousands of people, and there is no need for the uncle to disturb him in terms of food and lodging." ”

"Very good!" Shen Zhenyi said approvingly.

At this moment, the next person came to spread the word, and a merchant who belonged to the village asked to see him. After a while, people came into the hall, and with sincere fear, they bowed to Lin Jinzhi and said, "The villain He Sanjin has seen the owner. "This man is nearly forty years old, but he has been weathered for a long time, and his appearance looks much older, wearing a sheepskin jacket, a mink hat, and a slight frost on his temples, but he looks like an old man in his fifties and sixties.

Lin Jinzhi smiled and helped him up, and said, "Lao He, don't be polite, you just came back from Saiwai, aren't you resting at home?" What, what's the matter? ”

He Sanjin was flattered and grinned: "The owner of the village, this time the barbarians have collected a lot of good skins and sold a large number of items, and they have been rewarded by the owner, and the mother-in-law and cubs in the family are very grateful, so you must call me to thank the owner." In addition, there is something in my heart, I am a big boss, and I don't know whether to talk about it or not? ”

Lin Jinji showed a hint of interest: "Oh, Lao He, just say something!" ”

He Sanjin suddenly looked solemn, and said: "I happened to find that some tribes of the barbarians were gathering horses, cattle, sheep, grain and grass and other materials outside the plug this time, and some of the strong people also brought weapons to the sweat tent of the barbarians, and then I asked an old friend who had known each other for a long time, and he secretly told me that the Great Khan of the barbarians was going to use troops against our Central Plains, and they had gathered hundreds of thousands of men and horses!" ”

"Is that true?" Shen Zhenyi got up suddenly.

Lao He looked a little surprised, and looked at this elegant minister at a loss, not understanding why he was so shaken.

Shen Zhenyi's expression was extremely solemn, and he said slowly: "Mr. He, what you said is very important, can you tell me in detail?" ”

Lao He glanced at Lin Jinji, but saw that his owner nodded, signaling him to respond to Shen Zhenyi's words. Lao He did not hesitate, and immediately said: "This was ten days ago, and I was selling tea and silk in the Flame Department at that time. The Flame Department is a small tribe, the entire tribe is no more than 10,000 people, and the pastures occupied are relatively barren, and most of the people in the clan are old and weak, and they are not warlike, and they also admire the culture of our Han people. When I first arrived, they welcomed it, because this tribe had little supplies, and with our tea, spirits, and silk, they could exchange a large number of cattle, sheep, and horses from other tribes. But after three or five days, some people's attitudes changed greatly, and there was a faint sense of rejection, and I asked an old customer again and again, and he told me that the barbarian Khan had issued a conscription order to attack us Han people, and advised me to leave quickly, so as not to be victimized! I ended the deal and rushed back. ”

After listening to Lao He's words, Shen Zhenyi took a long breath, glanced at Lin Jinji, looked at each other solemnly, and then waved his hand and said: "Senior nephew Lin, please ask this Mr. He to go down and rest, don't snub others!" ”

Lin Jinji received the order, and Lao He also bowed down and retired.

It seems to be talking to himself, and it seems to be talking to Ling Junhou to listen: "At the age of sixteen, Jia Luo became an invincible male lord who unified the grassland from a lowly horse slave, and was full of spirit and ambition, and immediately decided to enter the Central Plains. In just ten days, he led two cadres and more than one soldier, taking the terrain as a cover, running vertically and horizontally, cutting off the seven grain routes of Jialuo, destroying more than 10,000 enemies, dragging the main army of tens of thousands of barbarians, and fabricating all kinds of news, so that Jialuo was suspicious, and had to give up the results of the battle in front of him and return to the grassland that had just been pacified. After this battle, the name of the dragon city moved the world, was ordered to guard the northwest, more than ten years, although the barbarians occasionally invaded, but never dared to invade on a large scale, this is the work of the dragon city. It's just that now that Tanlongcheng has been captured and taken into Beijing, the army of Yanmen Pass has no leader, I am afraid that the Central Plains is in danger! ”

Ling Junhou's eyes flashed, and he said in a deep voice: "The barbarian invasion is not a day, we still have a chance, the juniors will go deep into the grassland!" ”

Shen Zhenyi thought for a moment and said, "That's fine, you have to be careful in this trip." ”

Ling Junhou said: "Yes, the juniors are one step ahead. The sleeves of his shirt fluttered, his body was like a fright, and he flew straight to the northwest. Although the Ling family is famous for its sword skills, it is not idle to "ride the wind and waves" with light skills, and it is not inferior to any body skills. Ling Junhou entered the heavens and men at this time, sympathetic to qi and machine, and merged with heaven and earth, and exerted this body method to the extreme, like a land flying immortal, elegant and incoherent.

Bian Shuo Villa is located in the northwest of Shuozhou, close to the grassland, Ling Junhou walked for about an hour, seeing the sky hanging down the earth, lush and endless, the field is full of turquoise blue seas, it is already deep into the grassland. The round tent yurt house, the twilight cooking smoke, the sunset over the long river, and the wild cattle and sheep in the field constitute an incomparably magnificent picture.

Suddenly, there was a roar like thunder in the distance, a great earthquake trembled, and thousands of horses galloped, shattering the tranquility of this side. Countless barbarian warriors rode forward, swords like frost and snow, bows and arrows at their waists, murderous, and ghosts crying and howling.

Although the barbarian army does not have the strict military discipline of the Central Plains army and the military prestige, its morale is fierce and has a terrifying majesty.

Ling Junhou couldn't help but rejoice in his awe, the barbarians were tribal, and it was difficult to completely unify them, if the barbarian army was not so scattered, I was afraid that the Central Plains would be difficult to resist.

"This thousand-strong team of scouts will stay here completely!" The young man drew his sword, and the knife came out with the same field, and there were still thousands of leaves like swords in the upper circle of the field, and the chaotic knife qi rolled up the thatch and slashed towards the barbarian advance army, and the knife qi rolled down, the thatch was like a real sword and a real sword, extremely sharp, and hundreds of people were cut by the thatch, and they were covered in blood like a thousand knives, and even people and horses were planted one after another, and several corpses were divided.

Slash a hundred riders with one sword.

The "autumn wind bleak" in the Ling family's view of the sea knife technique.

When the follow-up cavalry was defending in horror, Ling Junhou swung his sword again, this knife was gorgeous and splendid, like a group of stars competing for brilliance, and the vast sword aura like a galaxy shrouded a radius of ten zhang, and dozens of horsemen flew with flesh and blood. At this time, the master of the barbarian army finally struck, and a spear pierced like lightning, with the tragic aura of battlefield death. The spear stabbed to his chest, Ling Junhou did not dodge or dodge, shook his waist, sandwiched the spear under his ribs, and at the same time raised the knife in his hand, splitting the spear master who could not dodge into two pieces. Before the qi was exhausted, at this time, dozens of sharp arrows had already flown in, Ling Junhou took a deep breath, and the angry sea turned into a monstrous wave, covering dozens of sharp arrows in it. When Ling Junhou practiced this style of "flood surge", he went to Qiantang in person, entered the tide, felt the power of heaven and earth, and finally turned it into a knife. The most powerful part of this knife is that it is unsettled and rising again and again, infinite, and uncontrollable.

Dozens of arrows suddenly turned into powder.

The fearlessness in the blood of the barbarians was aroused by the killing of Ling Junhou, ignoring the sword technique that was like a miracle in front of them, and rushed forward one after another, fearless of life and death. Ling Junhou's knife light was gone, and suddenly a plain knife slashed at the first knight who rushed up, this knife had no momentum, such as a childish naughty child, a person who did not know martial arts, extremely clumsy, that person was happy, the scimitar turned into a knife light, and wanted to smash the devil in front of him with a knife, but suddenly saw that the clumsy knife from his own knife light unobstructed himself and the people and horses, split in half. This knife is almost the ultimate of the knife, simplifying the complex and returning to the basics.

The latecomers were not afraid and attacked one after another, but the young man's body was like electricity, coming and going without a trace, and no one could stop him from slashing down with an ordinary knife.

"Good knife technique, you will also take me a knife!" Suddenly, a man in golden armor flew up and shouted. This person jumped into the air from the horse's back, slashed in the air, and slashed down in the air, and had the potential to dominate the world.

Ling Junhou was taken aback, his flawless sword intent state of mind actually had a sense of heaviness under the pressure of this knife. His eyes were different, and he stepped on the earth at the moment, and slashed upwards with a knife, which was the momentum of raising a knife to the sky. The two knives clashed, bursting out with violent sparks, and the golden-armored man's body shook, falling three zhang away, and his body shook slightly. Seeing Ling Junhou again, his body stood still, and suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the most shocking thing was that the earth within a radius of ten zhang around him collapsed to a depth of one foot.

Ling Junhou looked at the golden-armored man coldly: "Tuoba Thunder Eagle? Sure enough, it is worthy of the name of the three masters outside the territory, and fight again on a certain day! "The body moved, like a flying shadow, and disappeared in an instant.

Behind Tuoba Thunder Eagle, a group of people were waiting to pursue, but when they saw him, they waved their hands and said, "No need, although this person was injured by me, it is still not something you can deal with." Then he sighed again: "Make a decision immediately, this son will not die, and my clan will have endless troubles!" ”