The Song envoy came from Bayang, borrowed the road Qi, Jiao, traveled for nearly half a month, the day of frost fall, finally arrived at the Song realm, and the Jianling Pass could be seen in the distance.

The tiger of Jianling Pass is located in Qinling, and the general Tian Tian guards Jianling, and welcomes each other for ten miles.

"Brother Miao, I haven't seen you for months, and I can't even find an opponent who drinks and plays with a sword, so come and enter the customs with me." Tian Tian pulled the muse and said impatiently.

"General Tian, you really can't be idle." Qiao Yuqiao smiled.

"Son-in-law, since the battle of Qiao was destroyed, it has been more than a year, and the king refuses to go south to cut down Qi, Jiao, Meng, and Chu, and my big sword should be rusty." Tian Tian smiled, his voice was clear and beautiful, far from his rough appearance.

The muse shook his head and said nothing, and went to the Sword Tomb to meet the master first. Tian Tian asked suspiciously, "Son-in-law, what is the muse?"

Qiaoyu had no choice but to explain: "There is an orange in the south of Qizhi, and there is Jianghou in the fang, and Jianghou Shenwu has defeated the muse."

Tian Tian was shocked, as if he was facing a great enemy, his voice became sharper, and he hurriedly asked: "I have millions of soldiers in the Song Dynasty, more than 100 generals, if you talk about generals, I don't enter the top ten, if you talk about force, the top three in the country, between the muses and me, I was defeated by the hands of a small country in a remote country?"

Qiaoyu nodded, and said, "Just one move."

Tian Tian was so shocked that he swallowed his saliva and was speechless.

The muse stepped forward alone and went to the Sword Tomb to return to his life. Jianling Pass is majestic and majestic, entrenched in the Qinling Mountains, and the Jianling is hidden in a valley not far away, with three or five grass houses, more than ten mounds, the name of the Jianling is derived from this.

The muse stepped on the valley with his sword in his hand, breathing greedily, and every breath had sword intent, which made him intoxicated.

When a dog saw him, he did not know anyone, and kept barking. Hearing this, the head boy glanced at it, and then went into the house and pulled a girl out, and the two waited quietly.

"Daddy is dead." The childish man said with a sad expression.

"I know." The muse replied in a voice, and knelt before the newly-erected grave, as did the child and the maiden.

"It was killed by Fubai." Childish said.

"Hmm." The muse prostrated his head, and the blood on his forehead gurgled and soaked the bluestone slab.

After nine bows, the muse got up with his sword and walked out of the valley. The girl childish child grabbed him left and right, the girl's face was haggard, crying pear blossoms with rain, and she wiped her tears while stopping: "Ten years ago, Fubai was the first in the world, you can't go."

In the autumn of the thirteenth year of King Lihe, Xiao borrowed the road to Li to attack Zhongshan, and all the fifteen cities of Zhongshan fell, leaving only Zhongshan City. Fu Bai was born, with a good demeanor, one person and one horse killed Xiao 3,000 soldiers and horses. King Xiao was furious, and personally led 100,000 soldiers and horses to attack Zhongshan, and Xiao led 23 people, all of whom were folded in white hands, and 100,000 soldiers and horses retreated without a fight. King Xiao fell from his horse and died, and Zhongshan lost all his land.

In the summer of the fourteenth year of King Lihe, Xiao Zhaobo allied with the Lu State, led 200,000 people to attack Zhongshan again, captured the white wife, and the white wife killed herself. White night stabbed Zhaobo and Lu Jianghuai. Uncle Zhao died, and General Lu also died.

In the autumn of the fourteenth year of King Lihe, Bai led the army to attack Xiao, and Xiao Xiaobo invited the martial saint to guard the spirit, the assassins Tian Du and Fugu, and led Xiao to lead the fifteenth general, wanting to assassinate Bai. On the third day, all eighteen thorns died.

In the winter of the fourteenth year of King Lihe, Xiao was broken and Xiao died.

In the winter of the fourteenth year of King Lihe, the three cities of Lux, please surrender.

Fu Bai, ethereal whereabouts, no one knows his life, only one year after his birth, he took the title of the first in the world. It has only been ten years so far, and Fubai has not come out of the world, and he is known as the hidden dragon. The eight wildernesses and the four seas are all eternal nights, and the hidden dragon is white in the world.

"I'm not going," the muse shook his head. Before Fubai, there were still controversies about the number one in the world, such as Husai Weiling and Jianling Miaoku, all of whom were martial saints. After Fubai, Wei Ling died, and Miao Ku can be called the second in the world. Muse is not only the descendant of Jianling, but also the son of Miaoku.

"I don't want you dead." The girl hugged the muse around her waist, tears streaming down her back.

"I'll go and play the sword with General Tian," said the muse softly, "you go with me." ”

At Jianling Pass, Tian Tian was holding a banquet to entertain Qiaoyu and his party. Muse led his younger brother Miao Bu and Jianling's disciple Jia Meng to arrive.

"Muse, are you reluctant to come out after seeing Jia Meng?" Childe Liu smiled.

The muse drew his knife and cut off the corner of the table, with an indifferent expression: "Childe, there are 50,000 soldiers and horses in Jianling Pass, and even an assassin can't stop it?"

Gongzi Liu was so frightened that he sat on the ground, but Qiaoyu got up to calm the muse and asked, "What's wrong?"

"My father died." Only then did the muse retract his face from the frost, revealing a little blood.

"Impossible, Lord Martial Saint is invincible in the world, and I visited the door the day before yesterday." Tian Tian screamed.

"And the world's number one Fubai." After saying this, the muse sat down and ate and drank in silence.

Song envoy Tong, capturing the remnants of Qiao Guo, was originally a pleasure, but no one dared to move chopsticks during the banquet. The west wind was blowing, and it was cold.

The muse buried himself in eating and drinking, and when he was finished, he asked Tian Tian: "Play the sword."

Tian Tian smiled with him, thinking that the two of them were all draws, and today he made an exception to let him make a move and a half.

In the martial arts field of Jianling Pass, Muse and Tian Tian stood facing each other. Tian Tian asked: "Brother Miao, since it's a sword, let's fight." After speaking, he picked a wooden sword, thinking that even if he was stabbed, he couldn't hurt his muscles and bones.

The muse took a wooden sword and agreed. The Song country is still martial, the Song people are brave, and the 50,000 soldiers and horses in Jianling Pass are even more elite. There are two people in the martial arts, one is the general of the Song Kingdom, and the other is the successor of the Jianling, both of whom are generals, and they can see the two of them playing swords, which has a lot of benefits.

"Brother Miao, please." Tian Tian is thick and fine, and intends to try his best to play dozens of rounds, and then lose to the muse, neither shame nor adulteration.

The autumn wind rises in the Qinling Mountains, and the leaves of the trees are fluttering. The muse is a sword, and the wind stops the leaves. After a sword, the muse turned around and left, and the only sound in the martial arts field was the rustle of his feet on the fallen leaves.

"General Tian, it's okay." Qiaoyu appeared at the right time, and only when she got close did she look down on it, and the sword pierced into Tian Tian's right chest and entered the flesh three inches.

Tian Tian couldn't care about the pain, he was paralyzed on the ground, his eyes were blank.

"General Tian?" Qiaoyu shouted again.

Tian Tian smiled bitterly: "Son-in-law, the injury is fine." Congratulations to the son-in-law, the Great Song Dynasty is the general's muse, better than ten Tian Tian. ”

Qiaoyu was shocked and asked in disbelief: "Isn't General Tian leaving his hand?"

Tian Tian shook his head and said, "It's the muse who keeps his hand, otherwise there will be no respite." Miao Sheng's death, Tian's fault. ”

"I'm a saint in the Great Song Dynasty." Qiaoyu exuded grief. Fu Bai does not come out, Miao Ku is invincible in the world, and Miao Ku can deter the princes of the Great Song Dynasty. If this were not the case, it would be difficult for a million people alone to appease the anger of the people.

"Son-in-law, I assert that Luoyi will be in the alliance, and I will add another saint to the Great Song Dynasty." Tian Tian pulled out the wooden sword and coughed, his joy on the surface.

"You mean?" Qiaoyu's mouth opened slightly, unable to believe it.

Tian Tian nodded, which was considered to be acquiescence, and then asked: "The son-in-law guesses how many martial saints there are in the world?"

Qiaoyu folded his hands and counted them, and said: "The hidden dragon is white, and he can be called a martial saint in the world; If Miao Ku is there, he is also a martial saint; I heard that the southern Chu general was wrong and killed 100,000 people in the Liang Kingdom, and he should also be regarded as a martial saint; The northern plains are cold, the folk customs are fierce, there is a person named Ai Shi, who can fight and kill tigers and leopards, and can also be called a martial saint; Above the East China Sea, there is an ethereal god peak, and there are sea beast hunters, whose name is Haiyi, and can be a martial saint; There is the Houthi country in the west, and the martial saint Wei Ling is from his younger brother Wei Xiu, leading the army to cut Jiao, and going down to the seven cities, compared to the dead brother, it is more than that, and it should also be a martial saint. ”

Tian Tian shook his head and said with a smile: "Son-in-law, transcendent sainthood, all of them must be recognized by the world, and then there are princes, especially martial saints." The hidden dragon is white, born for a year, alone in the world, the beauty is ecstatic, and the crown is angry to destroy Xiao Yiguo, no one in the world dares to beat its edge, the name of the martial saint is well deserved; When the hidden dragon did not come out, Husai Weiling, conquered the five countries, rode alone in the army to take the head of the king of Zhanqiang, can also be called the martial saint, compared to him, his younger brother Weixiu only went down to seven cities, not worth mentioning; The hidden dragon has not come out, and my Great Song Dynasty has even descended to the Seven Kingdoms, all relying on Miao Sheng, the ratio of seven and five, making judgments from above, and the false saint and Wei Ling fought in Yangguan, and the false saint is a step higher than the skill; Chu Jiangfu was wrong, and killed 100,000 people, one of them, but only a small one; Beiyuan Aishi, can fight and kill tigers and leopards, and it is also possible below, which is not worth mentioning; The East China Sea is ethereal and ethereal, fishing is the industry, there are occasional big fish, the world is different, thinking that it is a sea monster, and it is also a sea monster. ”

Qiaoyu was shocked, she had a wide range of knowledge, and deliberately selected the world's capable people, except for the recognized Fu Bai and the False Sage, there was no one who could be called a martial saint?

"How many martial saints are there in the world?" Qiaoyu didn't believe that there was no second living martial saint in the world, so she was curious and inquired.

Tian Tian stretched out a finger, obviously, except for the hidden dragon Fubai, there was no more. Annoyed, Tian Tian stretched out another finger and pointed in the direction of the Sword Tomb. He is a martial artist, and if he loses, he loses, at most he is depressed for a while, and it is a great honor to lose under the hands of a quasi-martial saint. With the holy sword, with the honor.

"I'm going to leave for Wuyi to report to my father, and the death of the false saint will be kept secret for the time being, just waiting for the muse to be crowned and sanctified." After Qiaoyu finished speaking, he led the delegation back to Wuyi quickly.

After Muse and Tian Tian played with the sword, they led Jia Meng and Miao Bu back to the Sword Tomb.

"Jia Meng, thank you for your hard work," the muse hesitated for a long time, and then said, "Miu Bu entrusted it to you, you can take him away." ”

Jia Meng thought that he was going to find Fu Bai for revenge again, so he stopped him repeatedly: "You are not allowed to go, you can't beat him, you will die."

The muse explained: "I'm not going, I'm not going first, I'm just afraid he's coming back."

Jia Meng breathed a sigh of relief and said softly: "Fu Bai said that Mr. Zichou's death has to be repaid."

The muse's heart ached, and he covered his heart and sighed.

"Does my father have any last words?" Muse asked.

"Yes." Jia Meng nodded, bit her lip, blushed, and refused to continue.

The muse nodded, and only said, "I see."

There are no guests, the stars are friends; There is no high hall, and the mound is honored; There is no wedding garment, but linen is a garment; There are no eight tones, and the autumn insects are singing; There is no matchmaker, Haoyue is the proof. Some are hasty, some are sloppy, but isn't this fate? Eighteen years of acquaintance, that year Miao picked up Jia Meng, he was a toddler, and she was still in swaddling.

"Since the hair is married, it is husband and wife. Life should never leave, and death should not be abandoned. Promise a promise, will keep a lifetime. Muse stroked Jia Meng's cheek, and said affectionately for the first time in his life.

"Don't say the word 'death.'" Jia Meng reached out to his mouth.