Feeling the killing intent emanating from the man behind him, the young scribe turned his head and said softly, "If it is against Guo Yu, what are the odds?" ”

"Thirty moves ago, evenly matched, fifty moves downwind, after a hundred moves, I died and he was injured." The man said expressionlessly.

"What about Chen Jianzhao?"

The man was slightly silent, and then said, "Within ten moves, I will die." ”

"That's right."

The scribe looked at the carriage that was trembling, as well as Guo Yu and Chen Jianzhao standing beside the carriage, "Then under the attack of these two people, are you sure that you can kill Zhao Qingxuan in the carriage before he dies?" ”

The man replied very honestly, "No." ”

"Since you don't have one, let's put down your sword."

The scribe turned around, raised his hand to push away the people who stood in front of him, and walked away. The lanky man with the sword glanced at the carriage again, and finally silently turned to follow the scribe.

Just as the two of them walked out of the crowd, Chen Jianzhao's figure froze, and he immediately turned his head to look in the direction where the scribe and the man left, his brows furrowed slightly.

Seeing him like this, Guo Yu couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong with the dog?" ”

"I..."

After a slight hesitation, Chen Jianzhao said, "I seem to feel a murderous aura. ”

Murderous?

Guo Yu was stunned for a moment, and then shook his head.

Since the city was breached, Song soldiers had searched the city three or four times. At this time, even if there were still some remnants of the Qi army hidden deep in Tianlan, there would not be many of them. As for the masters of the Qi army, there will be no more.

Yes, Guo Yu didn't take Chen Jianzhao's words seriously, and smiled at the moment: "Isn't there a murderous aura, there is a fierce battle over there, and I can't say how many living beings will die." ”

After that, Guo Yu pouted, while Chen Jianzhao looked in the direction he indicated, and when he saw the carriage shaking forward, he couldn't cry or laugh.

……

"Since you don't let your subordinates make a move, what is the young master going to do?"

The man who trotted to follow the scribe asked, "Isn't the reason why the young master stayed in Tianlan for King Song?" ”

The scribe shook his head and said, "I am not for the king of Song, but for the Northern Song Dynasty." ”

The man frowned.

"Killing Zhao Qingxuan at this time may not make the Northern Song Dynasty worse, and may even have the opposite effect. If it is a good thing for the Northern Song Dynasty, it is naturally a bad thing for us. ”

The man said in a deep voice: "The subordinate is a martial artist who knows nothing except the sword, and the young master and his subordinates say this, and the subordinates don't understand." ”

"It's okay, you'll understand."

The scribe said: "With your ability, it would be a pity if you were only a domestic servant. My little sister took you out of the house, and then deliberately left you with me, I guess this is what I mean. ”

Speaking of this, the scribe shook his head and smiled at the man, "It's a pity that although I know a lot, I can't teach you much. ”

The man was silent.

"Now, I'll teach you the first thing."

The scribe looked at the man's hand, which was still holding the hilt of the sword, and said, "You don't have to use a sword to kill. ”

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Open your palms and hang them at your sides.

"Martial artists use qi to control weapons and kill people with power, but literati are not, they use it here."

The literati raised his finger and pointed to his head, and said softly: "Strategist, every word, every move, even a look, can kill." And among them, the poisoner is the most. The old man's words led to the Northern Wei Dynasty and the Southern Chu Dynasty to fight each other for several years, and the two countries did not know how many people died for this. If it weren't for this, the Northern Song Dynasty would not be able to wait for Guo Yi, so it would be annexed by the Northern Wei Dynasty. ”

"These are all digressions, and what I want to say is that knowing how to use your brain is more important than knowing how to use your sword. With a swing of the sword, 1,800 heads flew up, but I can do this even if I don't know anything about martial arts. Don't forget, the number one in the world has died, but the top of the strategist record is still staying in the court of the Great Song Dynasty. ”

The scribe continued: "No matter how powerful you are with the sword, you have to kill yourself after all, but not with your brain. Many times, with a single flick, the enemy himself will kill each other. ”

"What does the young master mean..."

"Hmm."

The scribe smiled and said, "The seed has been planted long ago, and it has taken root and sprouted over the years. What we have to do is to help loosen the soil, and then wait for the flowers to bloom. ”

"You will follow me these days, and after watching this flower bloom, you will go north to find your little sister."

The man bowed his head and said, "The subordinates are ordered to follow the young master, even if the young master speaks, the subordinates dare not leave lightly." ”

"You can rest assured that everything is in order. Whether it works out or not, I have a way out, and... Cough... Cough! ”

The scribe's words suddenly stopped.

"Ahem... Cough... Cough! ”

He covered his mouth with his hand, but the momentum of his cough did not weaken in the slightest, but became more and more intense.

Seeing this, the man hurriedly patted the back of the scribe's heart with his hand, and kept instilling true qi into his body while smoothing his qi.

Perhaps his actions had played a role, but the scribe's face was still pale, but his coughing had stopped. However, although his appearance seemed to improve, the look in the man's eyes became more solemn.

"Thank you."

The scribe put down the hand that had been covering his mouth, and carried it behind his back as if at will, and said to the man with a smile: "Take advantage of the opportunity, you can learn more from me, so that even in the future..."

At this, the scribe smiled, and said no more.

He turned around and walked toward his quarters, while the man silently followed the scribe.

The man's footsteps paused slightly.

In the line of sight, between the fingers of the scribe's hand behind his back, a rather striking scarlet quietly oozed out.

……

"Hey, who's that, someone's looking for you!"

Hearing the shout, Wang Junjie slowly stood up from the corner of the military tent with an expressionless face.

"Yo, is it a relative of the Wang family who came to send him something, don't forget to give some to the brothers later, haha."

"What's the point, it's all for the brothers. After all, the Wang family has a big business and is powerful, even if the children of the family become deserters and kill so many brothers, they can leave a dog's life, where

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It's going to be a little bit of a thing. ”

"Hey, you say that, be careful and wait for someone to cut you."

"Does he dare? If he has the guts, how could he run away in the Tianwei Pass in the first place? ”

"Don't say it, it's really impossible. There is a kind of person who is afraid of death in the face of the enemy, but this is quite powerful in cutting down his own people. ”

In the face of the ridicule around him, even though Wang Junjie has heard a lot in the past few months, he still clenches his hands tightly.

Originally, he was the most outstanding of the Wang family's children, even if he was a few points better than his cousin, who was the commander of Yanyun's left cavalry.

has a strong family background, and has achieved the position of a general in the Chinese army at a young age, and even the general Chen Xi, who has always disliked the clan family, has a blue eye for him.

In this way, the future of him is almost predictable. I thought that if he was given another ten years, he could take over his grandfather's position and become one of the generals of the Four Towns of the Great Song Dynasty.

However, the battle of Tianwei Pass made all this come to naught.

Facing the extremely strong Zhao Wenqi, the extremely fierce Qi State sergeant, and the desperate situation that he had never encountered, Wang Junjie couldn't help but feel fear in his heart.

Heaven and earth, often only in a thought.

He fled, and I don't know how many of the armorers died because of his retreat.

He became a deserter, and he should have been executed, but because of his family background, he was spared death.

He was stripped of his official position and made a junior sergeant.

No matter in which country's army, deserters are the most despised, even if Wang Junjie was once a high-ranking general of the Chinese army, it is difficult to escape the contempt of the sergeants and pawns of the army.

Whether it is a former subordinate or an old colleague, there is undisguised disgust in the eyes of looking at him.

Verbal ridicule, or punches and kicks, he endured all this in silence for months, while crying out in his heart.

Why, no one wants to give him another chance?

He knew he was wrong, that he shouldn't have run away. But after all, it was the first time he had faced that kind of situation, and even if he was afraid, it should be understandable.

But why, is everyone scolding him and bullying him, but they are not willing to try to give him another chance?

The general did not give, because he was already dead.

The king did not give it, because he never cared about it.

The cousin didn't give it, because without himself, he could become the first person of the younger generation of the Wang family.

The Wang family also did not give, because the self that discredited the family was no longer needed.

Zuo Xiang, General Zhengnan, General of the Protector Army, General of the Zhen Army......

No one is willing to give.

This means that he, who originally had a bright future, will be an inferior sergeant for the rest of his life, and finally die on a battlefield somewhere with inexhaustible shame and infamy.

Wang Junjie pursed his lips, and a flame lit up in his eyes.

He was unwilling.

"Come to think of it, you must be very unwilling."

Outside the barracks, the man turned around, stretched out a hand to Wang Junjie, who showed surprise on his face, and immediately smiled:

"I want to give the general a chance, but I don't know if the general is willing."

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