He looked at the jade flute on her neck, green as green, crystal as ice, warm as water, but it was stained with blood, which was even more shocking: "This jade flute is your mother's beloved thing, but it was stolen by Han Kai, just because it coveted your ancestor's art of war and war book." Fortunately, he repented on his deathbed and was able to return things to their original owners. ”

Qinghe is affected by the two major sword qi of Han Feng and Yan Yang, and he is dying, intertwined with cold and heat, sometimes gathering blood into ice, sometimes boiling blood, dying to the end, and he is powerless at all.

Qishan suddenly made a bold statement: "I swear with my soul that the heavens and the earth can be destroyed, the sun and the moon can be lost, the galaxy can be destroyed, and you will never die!" ”

Qinghe was already delirious, and he couldn't even listen, he tried to recover a breath, and sighed secretly: "Ah Long, although I have tried my best in this life, I have not found you as I wished. ”

There is only one thought in my heart: "Don't be so far away from me in the next life, let me be alone and lonely." "The pain was so painful that I couldn't bear it, and I fainted again when I tilted my head.

Hanbo lost his son, he was extremely sad and angry, he almost lost his mind, the cold sword danced, and the blood bees flowed.

"Flying Dragon in the Sky" is full of hell pain, the despair of the end of the world, and the cold wave is another fierce battle. Suddenly smell the faint fragrance, from far and near, drifting to, but looming, if it is about to leave, such as mist shading, such as a light breeze to send cool, let people endless hearty.

Looking up, a hundred long-winged butterflies, larger than the palm of the hand, hanging with colorful colors, with the fragrance of roses, through the window lattice, fluttering wings, dancing, it is very beautiful.

"Flying Dragon in the Sky" was shocked: "Overlord Golden-winged Butterfly!" Kinsak master? Ambush around? Thinking that Qishan had fled far away, he didn't hesitate anymore, covered his mouth and nose, lucked his dantian, and jumped up. With a wave of the divine palm, the window lattices were shattered and the holes opened. He flew out of the "Red Sleeve Garden" like an arrow off the string.

Qishan was suffering infinitely, and suddenly felt the breeze behind him, and a person floated in.

He turned his head with difficulty, and he could barely recognize the person: "The flying dragon in the sky" described it as withered and colorless.

He couldn't help but be extremely surprised, he felt that he had seen countless sadness in his life, but he had never seen such an excessively sad face: "He has only one side to me, although I am dying, why is he so sad?" But in an instant, the wind god and bearing of the past were completely lost? ”

Just wondering to himself, in the dark night, the three figures were dazzling, and the three of Zixiao rushed to the moon like a volley, and the electric fire rushed to their eyes.

Zixiao, Ziyao, and "Engong" rushed to catch up, seeing that the strange mountains were like a gossamer, they were all in infinite anxiety.

Zixiao and his wife knelt on the ground, hugged Qishan, and burst into tears: "Senior brother! ”

Qishan was cold and poisonous, and his life was instantaneous, he quietly looked at his junior brother and sister, but there was no sadness on his face, and he struggled for a long time before he said softly: "Heaven and earth can't last long, but what about people?" This is providential, and there is no need to be sad after I am gone. ”

"Shennong Shuangdao" is like a knife: "My husband and wife are incompetent and fail to protect my senior brother." ”

Qishan calmed down, and said with difficulty: "Everything is the will of heaven, what does it have to do with you?" Before I die, I have a word. ”

Zi Xiao and Zi Yao said anxiously with tears: "Senior brother just command." ”

Qishan listened to the gurgling mountain spring, and whispered: "My sister Qishui is kind-hearted, and she refuses to retreat from the world and seek preservation, I just hope that your husband and wife will do their best to protect each other." ”

Zi Xiao and Zi Yao burst into tears: "Senior brother, don't worry, even if my husband and wife die, the nine princesses will be safe." ”

"Flying Dragon in the Sky" rushed forward: "Let me expel poison and heal the senior brother in charge." After finishing speaking, he wanted to perform the "Wind Splitting Divine Skill".

Qishan knew that he had no skills to return to the sky, so he shook his head again and again, and refused coldly: "Thank you brother for your kindness." Death and life are in the sky, Qishan is destined to live for a short time, why should brothers waste their efforts? ”

"Flying Dragon in the Sky" is like a knife, helpless.

Qishan beat his spirit, took a deep breath, and finally said again: "Qishan still has a word to say." ”

"Flying Dragon in the Sky" endured grief: "Senior brother, but I don't care about it." ”

Qishan's breath is even weaker: "At night, the Northern Tartar Tomb Owl invaded southward, and the Jin Ge Iron Horse trampled on it wantonly. Fortunately, the national disaster was at hand, and Nanhua worked together to drive it out of the land of China. However, the heart of the Northern Tartars has never died, and it is even more snared and infiltrated in China, and the most secret and evil is the "Tomb Robbery Plan", which aims to steal the "Three Tombs Art of War", provoke disputes, intensify the war, and subvert South China. ”

When "Engong" heard this, his expression changed greatly, and he leaned down, as if he had an urgent matter to ask, and felt that Qishan's life was in an instant, and it was very difficult to speak, and he hesitated, and it was inconvenient to speak.

"Flying Dragon in the Sky" gasped, and said secretly in his heart: "The Art of War of the Three Tombs is the three military books and war books written by the three prodigies of the Southern Song Yue Wumu King, the Northern Tartar Great Khan Tomb Bird, and the Eastern Wu Yue Mu Xianjun, who exhausted their life's efforts. It can be described as thorough, broad and profound. A hundred years of war in China are included.

This art of war is all-encompassing: marching terrain, arranging troops, wisdom and strategy, strategy and tactics, virtual and real battles, such as a number of treasures, can be called a military treasure.

There was a crazy rumor: "The art of war of the three tombs swept the world." Win one of them, win Nanhua; second, the north and the south compete for hegemony; Thirdly, harvest all of China. ”

It is said that Yue Mu passed it on to his descendants, but his descendants either went into hiding or died, but they don't know where the art of war ended up? ”

Zixiao and Zixiao said with tears: "Senior brother, don't worry, my husband and wife have a breath of air, swear to fight to the death against the Northern Tartars and defend China!" ”

Qishan said in a low voice: "When the tomb invaded China, many descendants of the Tartars were secretly spread in China. Among them, the "Three Sons of Tomb Robbers" is the most insidious, and you must take strict precautions. ”

"Flying Dragon in the Sky" asked urgently: "How to investigate and destroy it?" ”

Qishan whispered: "The blue wolf and white deer" are its evidence. Hanbo is a son of tomb robbers, "Maple Cicada Sons", under his leadership. The other two, which are very deeply hidden, are serious troubles and must be prevented. After speaking, he closed his eyes tightly, almost unable to speak.

"Flying Dragon in the Sky" blurred his eyes with tears, and he sighed infinitely in his heart: "Qishan is a hero of the world, angry and angry, but I have no power to return to the sky." Thinking of Qinghe, I was even more remorseful. Even so, the burden on my shoulders is not forgotten for a moment.

After a long time, Qishan slowly opened his eyes and looked at the worried "Flying Dragon in the Sky", knowing that he was running around day and night, fighting for several nights, and was tired, and couldn't help but feel pity: "Qishan can smile at Jiuquan, but my brother has a long way to go." ”

After a pause, mixed joy: "Brother is a genius in the world, as fast as wind and thunder, and as dense as a ghost." Xishu has you to turn the tide, and you can be peaceful and peaceful. Zhuoyun has your full assistance, and he will be able to achieve hegemony. ”

Fighting spirit, he said again: "The Northern Tartar thieves are not dead, and they will definitely repeat their old tricks and invade China in an all-round way." The monarchs and ministers of Eastern Wu are deceitful. Wu Shu has always been a family, and in the future, I will ask my brothers to join forces with Wu to fight against the Tartars, save me from China, and don't want brothers and friends to kill each other. ”

"Flying Dragon in the Sky" is worried, and complains in the Shu dialect: "Senior brother's words, keep in mind below." It's just that at present, the Xishu Kingdom is small and weak, and the disasters in all directions are embattled. There is no time to think about it in the future, so you can only solve the near worries first. Dare to ask the senior brother in charge, do you know the whereabouts of my family? ”

Qishan looked up at the sky and did not answer. Thinking of the green lotus in his arms, he suddenly had an idea, and said slowly in the Shu dialect: "If my brother saves Zhuo Yun, he must respond to me." ”

"Flying Dragon in the Sky" is Bo Yuntian, and immediately said bluntly: "Senior brother, it doesn't hurt to say it, and I will do my best." ”

Qishan heard his prestige and knew that he was a good promise, so he couldn't help but smile slightly, looked at his beloved Shennong sword, and said to him left and right: "Please pass on this sword to the next head of Zisu, and use it as a token to welcome Zhuoyun back to Shu." ”

"Flying Dragon in the Sky" took the Shennong sword and burst into tears: "Thank you, senior brother!" ”

Qishan looked at him blankly for a long time, struggled and said: "Tell Zhuo Yun that if you can't be Shu Jun, you don't have to meet underground." ”

"Flying Dragon in the Sky" burst into tears and nodded again and again: "Keep it in mind." ”

Qishan slowly put his hand into his arms, took out a small ornament, and handed it over: "Please honor this object on behalf of my father." ”

"Flying Dragon in the Sky" held it in his hand with tears in his eyes, but it was a jade sword the size of a finger. The hilt is delicate, and the sword body is exquisite; Jasper is flawless, with a delicate texture and fine as clotted cream. Eight characters are engraved on it, and the handwriting is clear: "Green grass and plains, looking for the sword fairy." ”