A heavy snowfall arrives as scheduled, the rich play in the snow, and the poor survive in the snow.

A little girl wrapped in rotten clothes stretched out her hand, and a dazed little boy sat in the snow, and the little boy gave his hand to the little girl.

Someone gave the little girl a cake, and she took it home like a treasure, the so-called home is just an idle cowshed.

The cake is split in two, with one half slightly larger and the other half slightly smaller. The little girl handed the slightly larger half to the little boy, and the two snuggled up in the cold.

"Call my sister." The little girl said in an encouraging tone.

"Sister." The little boy is very obedient, a family, a sister, that's all he has.

Two children who never knew each other snuggled up to each other with the same misery, looking blankly at the white world.

They don't have names, let's call the little girl Xiaoya, and the little boy Xiaoleng.

The cold winter passed, and a group of little beggars and old beggars began to come out of the house, most of them acquaintances, neighboring each other with the same misery.

Xiaoya found that at least four or five of her companions did not survive this winter, and there were four or five new faces.

The life of a beggar is simple, half the time begging, half the time sleeping. The rich people threw down a knife coin and landed in the mud pit, and a group of beggars swarmed up, they gave up their dignity and shame, and scolded and fought in the mud pit for a knife coin.

The upper classes take pleasure in it, and they do the nastiest things.

A little beggar knelt on the side of the road, and beside her lay a mat, on which lay another little beggar.

The lying little beggar is Xiao Leng, he is dying; The kneeling little beggar is a little girl, and she kowtows to everyone who passes by; Passers-by avoided Xiaoya like a plague god, for fear that her dirty paws would stain their clothes; A carriage splashed, and the little girl just raised her head and splashed her face; A group of soldiers ran past the carriage, and they all ignored the little girl kneeling in the mud and the little cold lying on the mat; A horse stopped, its hooves still scented of rape flowers.

The little girl raised her face and begged, "My lord, save my brother, he is dying."

Every time it was a rejection, she told herself in her heart that the next time was hope.

These little beggars are still young, and the dust in their hearts has blossomed into flowers of hope. When they become great beggars, and then become old beggars, the flowers of hope that bloom from the dust in their hearts have long been crushed into dust.

The man on the horse dismounted, he squatted on the ground, stretched out his big hand to Xiaoya, Xiaoya trembled like a frightened kitten, the big hand was very warm, gently touched Xiaoya's head and then stretched out into his arms.

The group of soldiers stopped, and a young general shouted, "Jiang Hou, it's time to go."

He spread out his hand, and in the palm of his hand lay a knife coin, and the rope that connected the knife coin to the knife coin was like poverty that connected a beggar to a beggar.

"Thank you, sir." The little girl wanted to kowtow, but was helped up by a warm big hand.

"Let's go see your brother." There was sadness in his eyes.

A child dressed in a fancy costume came down from the carriage, about the same age as Xiaoya, and a man in a costume led him. The man avoided his dirty paws in disgust and said, "Jianghou, don't delay."

"These poor children, who speak of our crimes, have fathers who call poverty and mothers indifference." This man's name is Jiang Wangshu, the man in fancy clothes is called Fan Yu, and the child he is holding is a mustard seed.

The little girl hid a string of knife coins in her arms, and she dragged the mat with difficulty, walking towards the dark tomorrow. The beggar's tomorrow is still a beggar, and the little beggars look forward to the dawn of tomorrow when they fall asleep, and then grow up in the morning light.

Xiao Leng and Xiao Ya grew up into boys and girls in poverty, but they still can't trust their identity as beggars. In the spring, he picked many flowers and weaved a wreath, and the little girl bowed her head shyly, and Xiao Leng put the wreath on her head.

This rough garland is Xiao Leng's romance and Xiao Ya's love. Maybe Xiao Leng and Xiao Ya don't understand romance or love, they just sympathize with each other, and a cake has to be divided into two halves.

"Xiaoya, I will protect you, we will have a lot of bean cakes to eat in the future." Xiao Leng made a promise to Xiaoya, in his cognition, happiness is to be with Xiaoya, and there are endless bean cakes.

Well frogs can't talk about the sea, and summer insects can't talk about ice. Noble is worthless in the face of poverty, just as a well frog cannot see the sea, and a summer worm cannot survive winter.

Xiao Leng began to practice martial arts, he wanted to protect Xiaoya, and there was a deeper reason, he wanted to be the same as Jiang Hou.

Xiao Leng saw Jiang Hou once, but he didn't see his face, he only heard the voice, his life was saved by Jiang Hou, Xiao Leng wanted to be the same as Jiang Hou, to become the savior of beggars.

The beggars talk about nothing more than the harvest of a day's begging and the passers-by. Occasionally, a bold beggar would touch the thigh or ass of a woman in fancy clothes while begging, and then brag to his companions about how soft and fragrant the woman was when he couldn't get out of bed.

Beggars don't even have the right to live, but they do have the power to fantasize. They think of two things, one is food and the other is women.

"Which dog is the invented of the door." A beggar spat and he began to dislike his woman, who had become ugly from overbirth, and his five children stared at him with cold written on the left side of their face and hungry on the right.

The nobles and the nobles slept in the same bed, and their children were also nobles; Shang Jia and Shang Jia slept in the same bed, and their children were also Shang Jia; Beggars and beggars sleep in the same bed, and their children are also beggars.

Xiao Leng held Xiao Ya, Xiao Ya was wearing a garland, they witnessed all this, Xiao Ya gently broke free of Xiao Leng's hand, and the two returned home one after the other.

Under the cover of night, there are many things that cannot be seen in the world, and an old cat witnesses all this.

A male beggar sneaks into a female beggar's shed, holding only a sharp stone in his hand.

An old beggar died in the house, known only to the cat and the wild dog.

A beggar crawled with difficulty with his hands and finally collapsed ten steps from his home, he had three children and a woman to raise, he stole a cow and had his leg broken.

A wealthy merchant entered his daughter-in-law's boudoir, and his son went to sell goods far away during the day.

A prostitute greets her tenth guest with her legs apart.

A pack of wild dogs snatched up a piece of meat, which was the thigh of a beggar.

It was a dirty night, every night was so dirty.

Xiaoya broke free from Xiao Leng's embrace, she sat all night, occasionally she would take a look at the sleeping Xiao Leng, and more often she was thinking about a word.

"Girl, the money is fast, you just need to spread your legs apart......" This is an old woman said to Xiaoya.

The little girl is tired of competing with wild dogs for food, and every girl grows up longing to dance under the peach tree in beautiful clothes, and the petals fall on her body.

At dawn, the little girl tiptoed out of the house, and the wreath fell to the ground and was eventually crushed into dust.

Xiao Leng had a long dream, and after waking up, the garland was crushed into dust.

Xiao Leng picked up the garland, he went crazy looking for the little girl, if he looked at a dilapidated house in the city full of warblers and Yanyan, he would definitely see a girl crying.

"Maybe she's going to be a prostitute." A lewd beggar laughed.

Xiao Leng knocked him over in the mud with a punch, and the obscene beggar begged for mercy again and again, no one was not afraid of Xiao Leng's fist.

"I saw Xiaoya go west, and a woman picked her up, Xiaoya is from Bayang, maybe her family came to pick her up." An old beggar said that when he got up at night, he saw people, but he didn't pay attention, thinking that he was also a person who got up at night.

Xiao Leng gave the old beggar a mat and a pile of rags, and the old beggar was grateful. This mat is Xiao Leng and Xiao Ya's bed, they used to roll on the mat, and occasionally fantasized about tomorrow.

"If Xiaoya comes back, you tell her to wait for me here, and I will come back." Xiao Leng said goodbye to the old beggar, he held a garland in his left hand and a wooden stick in his right hand, and walked out of Wuling.

This was the first time Xiao Leng walked out of Wuling, he followed the direction pointed by the old beggar, walked west at sunset, and walked into the sun after walking.

Xiao Leng walked through the field full of rape flowers, and fell asleep under a peach tree at night, and he dreamed that he and Xiaoya had a home under the peach tree.

Xiao Leng walked past the farmhouse full of cockscombs, and begged for water on the woody covered with morning glories, he looked at the smoke curling from the farmhouse, and the peasant woman asked him if he wanted to eat, and he put down the water scoop and fled.

Xiao Leng walked through the hill covered with wild chrysanthemums, and there was a fiery red persimmon tree in the distance, and he happily climbed up the persimmon tree and ate it with a round belly.

Xiao Leng walked through the snowflakes in the field, tears in his eyes.

Xiao Leng walked the snow, he searched all over Wuling and Bayang, and the old beggar said that Xiao Ya had never come back.

Xiao Leng was disheartened, he walked out of Wuling and walked towards Jiangcheng, he wanted to find Jiang Hou, maybe Xiao Ya would come back when he became famous?

There are only two ways for a beggar to ask for the identity of a beggar, the female beggar spreads her legs and becomes a prostitute, and the male beggar takes a sword and joins the army.

A series of footprints stretching from Wuling to Jiangcheng silently tell the tenacity of the youth.

This year's snow was heavier than usual, and Jiang Wangshu rode out of Jiangcheng worriedly, and he personally went to check the disaster situation in various places.

Jiang Wangshu and Xiao Leng passed by, and Xiao Leng didn't know Jiang Hou.

Jiang Wangshu turned the horse's head, and under the clothes that were not enough to cover his body was a straight backbone. Jiang Wangshu caught up with Ling Han, with three citrus knives in his palm. Three citrus knives are not much, but they are not a lot, enough for the young man to buy a warm set of clothes and survive this winter.

Xiao Leng didn't answer, he didn't want to be a beggar anymore.

"Who are you? Where are you going? What to do? Jiang Wangshu threw out three questions in a row.

"Orphans, nameless, surnameless, go to Jiangcheng, find Jianghou, and join the army." Xiao Leng reached out and took a snowflake.

If it was spring, Jiang Wangshu would see Xiao Leng weaving a wreath with peach blossoms; If it was summer, Jiang Wangshu would see Xiao Leng weaving a wreath with morning glory; If it was autumn, Jiang Wangshu would see Xiao Leng weaving a wreath with chrysanthemums.

It's a pity that it's winter, and the snowflakes melt in the palms of Xiao Leng's hands.

"I am Jiang Hou." Jiang Wangshu remembered that he was like this back then.

"Are you really Jiang Hou?" Xiao Leng's memory of Jiang Wangshu is very vague, and he only remembers the voice.

"I am also an orphan, without a father or mother, without a name or surname," Jiang Wangshu helped Xiao Leng up and taught, "What cannot be decided is the background, what can be changed is the fate." ”

"Jiang Hou, please allow me to join the army." Xiao Leng kowtowed three times in the snow, leaving a snow nest.

"Okay." Jiang Wangshu helped Xiao Leng up, Xiao Leng's eyes flashed with tears of hope, how could Jiang Wangshu bear to refuse?

"Please give me my name." Xiao Leng felt that he was a little greedy, which child had not been greedy? Xiao Leng was born as a beggar, and even a name is an extravagant hope.

The weather is cold, the snow is falling, and there is only a lonely place between the sky and the earth, only Lamei opens to Xue Linghan alone. Jiang Wangshu folded a bouquet of plum blossoms, put it in Xiao Leng's hand, and said, "From now on, your name is Ling Han."

Xiao Leng, now it's time to call Ling Han, he held a bouquet of cold plums in his hand and wiped away the tears on his face with the back of his hand. It turns out that in addition to snowflakes and tears, there are also plum blossoms in winter.

Ling Han, Ling Han who drove to Xue Ling Han alone.

Ling Han followed Jiang Wangshu through four cities and dozens of remote miles, and he witnessed with his own eyes how the famous Jiang Hou loved the people like a son, and how Li Min admired him.

When the lower class Li Min looked at the upper class nobles, there were only three kinds of eyes, one was fear, one was hatred, and the other was respect.

When another spring came, Ling Han began to practice martial arts in the military camp, he didn't like knives, he didn't like swords, he only liked guns.

One gun, one man.

After the new Sima Hao Meng of Qi State defeated Qi Zi, Jiang Wangshu was ordered to lead the army to defeat Hao Meng, and the young Jiangzhou military general Ling Han and the new Bayang Doctor Lang Ge followed.

In this battle, Ling Han and Lan Ge came to prominence, and they did not disgrace the Jiangzhou army.

The soldiers of Chu State were in Jiangcheng, Jiang Wangshu's life and death were uncertain, Ling Han and Lan Ge were ordered to be in danger, one was trapped in battle to kill the enemy, and the other was strategizing. Jiang Wangshu fell, and the Jiangzhou Army was still the backbone of the Fang State.

Wan Jun took the head of the Chu general Huang Yan from it, and the two armies took the overlord gun Zhai Yu in front of the gun, Ling Han was praised very highly, and he began to understand Jiang Wangshu.

What it's like to shoulder a heavy responsibility is something that the whole country is looking forward to.

Still defeated, Ling Han was thinking when he retreated to Yangliu Lane, how good it would be if it was Jiang Hou.

Jiang Hou can protect the people of the country for more than 20 years, but Ling Han can't do it.

When retreating to Yangliu Bridge, Ling Han stopped, and Fan Di, the Taibao of the Fang Kingdom, asked him to withdraw to the Jianghou Mansion, Ling Han shook his head.

The person's name is Ling Han, the gun name is Ling Han, and the marksmanship is also known as Ling Han.

The invincible courage is used too widely, how many people really do it inappropriately? I'm afraid that only the legendary Fu Bai, even Jiang Wangshu can't do it, let alone Ling Han?

One man, one gun, one bridge, ten thousand Chu troops.

When Ling Han woke up, he heard the wooden door "creak", someone pushed the door, and Ling Han closed his eyes. He grew up from cruelty and grew into cruelty. Instinctively, he closed his eyes, pretending not to wake up, and only used his peripheral vision to see where he was.

Only hunger can wake up a person who is pretending to be asleep.

Ling Han was thinking of countermeasures in his mind, and his right hand groped for the weapon he could touch, and his stomach screamed, betraying his plan.

"I'm a peach blossom farmer, you've seen it." Ling Han opened his eyes, he recognized the peach blossom farmer, Jiang Hou had taken him to Bashan to pay tribute to his deceased wife, and the peach blossom farmer called Jiang Wangshu's uncle.

"How's the country going?" Ling Han asked eagerly.

"Dead." The peach blossom farmer sighed, he concealed the truth, and concealed that Jiang Wangshu had returned with a sword to complete the invincible achievement.

At night, the peach blossom farmer moved a bamboo chair and sat in front of Ling Han's bed, he began with a sigh, stated with tears, and finally said: "Ling Han, my uncle-in-law promised me to accompany me back to regain what belongs to me, but unfortunately my uncle-in-law is gone."

There are two kinds of tears, one is true feelings, and the other is hypocrisy.

"Idle boy, I will accompany you to Yanzhou for Jiang Hou." Ling Han was moved, and he suddenly felt that his sadness was nothing compared to the peach blossom farmer.

Ling Han recovered from his injuries and left Lanpu with the caravan, leaving the country of Zong, the caravan was all from the peach blossom farmers, and they all chose to hide it without exception.

Li Tu.

A chivalrous man became famous, his name was Peach Blossom Farmer.

"That day, I went to the market with Nannan, Nannan was disobedient, took the shellfish to play, and was snatched away by others, and it was the peach blossom farmer who snatched it back." An old man talks about the peach blossom farmer when he meets people, some people can't stand his nagging, and some people never get tired of listening to it.

"What are you, until that group of grass bandits in Black Wind Mountain?" A man crossed his arms, and waited for everyone to look at him, and his vanity was satisfied, before he began to speak, "There are twenty grass bandits in Black Wind Mountain, and they were all killed by the peach blossom farmers. ”

"Nonsense, it's fifty." Someone argued.

Li Min was born a writer, and they never lacked romantic blood in their bones. The ancestors regarded the stars as the destination of the dead, and the stories of the demon concubines and husbands were well known to women and children, and some even said that the Houthis had a huge footprint of a giant.

So in Yanzhou Li Min, word of mouth spread that the peach blossom farmer became an immortal figure who had killed Jiaolong, but it was a fact that the grass bandits in Heifeng Mountain never disturbed Li Min again.

The peach blossom farmer was first the talk of Yanzhou Li Min after tea and dinner, and then there were Li Du Liren who regretted not marrying, and she swore that she would only marry the peach blossom farmer in this life.

This peach blossom farmer, who only exists in Li Min's mouth, entered the sight of the nobles, Gongzi Zhi went out hunting, and someone played it with a hug, and the song was "Tao Yao".

Gongzizhi chased the sound of music alone, and saw the person who was blowing Xun, who was leaning against a tree and standing with a gun beside him.

The music stopped abruptly, Ling Han looked at Gongzizhi and asked, "Gongzizhi?"

Gongzizhi nodded and asked, "Peach Blossom Farmer?"

"Jiangzhou Military General Ling Han has seen Gongzizhi." Ling Han knelt down on one knee and saluted.

Since then, Gongzizhi has an extra guard by his side, carrying a spear, and he is always unsmiling.

One day, Gongzizhi said: "The people outside are still spreading the word about the peach blossom farmer."

Ling Han said: "There are no peach blossom farmers in the world, or everyone is peach blossom red."

The most prominent name of Bayang Knights is the peach blossom farmer, and Yanzhou is also the peach blossom farmer.

"I know the woman who threatened to marry only a peach blossom farmer in this life, do you want to introduce it to you?" Childe said jokingly.

Ling Han's face was very cold, and his casual glance made Gongzizhi feel like he was facing thousands of troops.

It snowed in Lidu that night, Ling Han stretched out his hand stupidly, and the snowflakes fell on his palm, half of them turned into water and dripped down the cracks of their fingertips, and half turned into thoughts and flew back to his home.

Every wanderer who leaves home likes to look up and look at the clouds during the day and the bright moon at night. There is always a cloud that is the smoke of the hometown, and there is always a person who also sees the bright moon in the distance.

"Cuckoo, it's cold, don't stay outside all the time." In the dead of night, when the spring boudoir was lonely, an old woman cried out lovingly.

She shouted bitch when she closed the door and left, and the cuckoo was a cash cow when she pushed the door in.

Some people say that when a hundred flowers bloom, there is always a flower that overwhelms the crowd, and that flower is called Oiran.

Wuling many rhododendrons, large and large, blooming enthusiastically; There are many cuckoo birds in Wuling, and I heard that they can cry blood; There are also people in Wuling called Du Juan, who are glamorous.

Grass bandits always like to give a loud title when they rob houses, for example, Bashan bandit leader Ah Wu has a loud nickname, Bashan knife wolf.

Chivalry always likes to give a loud nickname when he is chivalrous, for example, the most famous person in Bayang Chivalry is the peach blossom farmer.

Prostitutes also like to use pseudonyms just to cover up their shame, such as cuckoos.

The cuckoo looked at the bright moon in the sky, and wondered if the bright moon was shining on people in the distance.

The cuckoo used to be called Xiaoya.

Du Juan knew that Xiao Leng was powerful and shocked Jiang City, and Xiao Leng was now called Ling Han.

Ling Han died, and two lines of tears flowed down the cuckoo's face. Prostitutes shed tears, and it's probably a joke to say it.

The night contains all sins, and spits out a round of sun, so that there is day.

There is an acrobatic troupe from outside Lidu, and Yao Dianzheng, the commander of the Lidu Guards, is leading people to drive it away, this acrobatic troupe has two people and a colorful tiger.

After Ling Han asked passers-by, he chased the acrobatic troupe, and someone recognized him and shouted: "This is the peach blossom farmer, I have seen it."

The beauty of Li Du chased to the gate of the city and asked Yao Dian where the peach blossom farmer was, and Yao Dian said in embarrassment: "Miss Gong, I don't know."

Visitors always like to be lively, so someone pointed at it from afar, and Miss Gong chased after her with her slaves.

Two colorful tigers pounced out of the mountain forest, and the slaves brought by Miss Gong were scattered as birds and beasts, leaving Miss Gong crying in the cramped carriage.

"Kill me, my whereabouts can't be discovered." Miss Gong heard someone talking.

Even more terrifying than the tiger is the human heart.

"Childe, she's innocent." Miss Gong heard a voice that was very cold and warm.

There may be two tigers outside, maybe five, maybe two, maybe three. Miss Gong cried for a while and then begged: "I didn't see anything, don't kill me, my family has a lot of money, I'll give you money."

Wealth is worthless in the face of life and death, this Miss Gong did not move out of her father who could show her face on the birthday of the Empress Dowager Coo, she has seen some of the world and knows some people's hearts.

The horse did not move, perhaps frightened by the tiger, or perhaps held by someone. Miss Gong noticed that the carriage had turned in a different direction and began to gallop again, and she boldly lifted the curtain and saw a back.

"Where are you taking me? Who are you? Miss Gong was so frightened that she ignored the faintly visible city wall ahead.

It was Ling Han who was driving, and Yao Dian, the commander of the Lidu Guards, came with someone on horseback, Ling Han got out of the car and instructed: "Don't go too far next time."

Yao Dian was relieved to see that Miss Gong was fine, and he ordered someone to chase Ling Han, but was stopped by Miss Gong.

"I met the robbers, and the peach blossom farmer saved me." After Miss Gong came back, she was even more impressed, and she loved the peach blossom farmer deeply.

What girl doesn't have the dream of a hero to save beauty?

Ling Han went to Jueshan with the real peach blossom farmer, and there was also the Tiger of Riqin. The Tiger of Ritan is not a man, nor a tiger, but a man and a tiger, and there are five heads.

Ling Han didn't know how the peach blossom farmer transported the five colorful tigers to Yanzhou unscathed, and he wouldn't deliberately spy on other people's minds. The peach blossom farmer saw through Ling Han's doubts and said, "I came with the cattle merchant."

The cattle merchant may still be wondering why his oxen were restless all the way, why there was one less cow every night, and even guessed that there were five tigers in cow hides accompanying him.

Smart people often die early, so on the third day, Master Xu, a cattle merchant in Bayang, found the body of his youngest son not far from Bayang, and only half of it remained.

This old man Xu is one of the largest families in Bayang, his youngest son died, and the eldest son married a water-based poplar woman. The woman with the watery poplar flower is called Gu Yu, not only brought a wild man home to do a bad thing, but also exposed her husband in public.

Peach Blossom Farmer is very good at enjoying life, he is a chivalrous man, and he is incompatible with other chivalrous guests in Bayang, or those chivalrous people will naturally be ashamed of themselves when they are with him.

The peach blossom farmer was dressed in sackcloth, and even the wealthy businessmen and giants in Bayang looked bleak. Some people boldly speculate that the peach blossom farmer is the illegitimate son of a certain big man in Jiangcheng, and it is not to blame that they are timid, they have limited knowledge.

The peach blossom farmer lived in Jueshan, and he deliberately chose a vacant land with peach blossoms.

The most indispensable thing in the Li Dynasty is the peach blossom, from King Wen marrying the peach blossom fairy to establishing the surname Deng, where the territory of the Li Dynasty has expanded in the past five hundred years, the peach blossoms will bloom there.

"I lied to you." Peach Blossom Farmer said playfully, he and Ling Han looked at each other, not afraid.

The peach blossom farmer has to rely on, and the Tiger of Ritan is his biggest reliance, even if he is one-on-one, he will not be weak.

Ling Han frowned, he naturally chuckled, and swept through with a sharp shot. The peach blossom farmer avoided it lightly, and even drank the Tiger of Ritan, who was about to move.

There are ethereal guests in white who float in, carrying the overlord halberd. Ling Leng snorted, raised his gun, and slaughtered the white-clothed ethereal.

The white-clothed ethereal man really didn't look like a martial artist, but he wanted to be a noble son, but Ling Han suffered a secret loss between the shots, and he didn't dare to be careless.

Ling Han and the white-clothed ethereal guest had gone through dozens of moves, Ling Han's marksmanship was extremely powerful, and the white-clothed ethereal guest easily dealt with it.

Ling Han put away his gun and shouted, "I've seen Bai Sheng."

"It's clever," said the white-clad ethereal man, Fu Bai, approvingly, "good marksmanship." ”

Ling Han had never seen Fu Bai, but that didn't prevent him from knowing Fu Bai, what man hadn't heard of Fu Bai's name when he was a child?

"Ling Han, Jianghou will come to Lidu," Fu Bai said, "Of course, you can choose to go back to Liangzhou, or you can stay in Lidu." ”

"I'll stay." Ling Han walked back to Lidu with a gun, he didn't believe in the peach blossom farmer, but he believed in Fubai.

King Li He went to worship the former Taibao Zi Kuang, Gongzi Han and Gongzi Zhi followed, and Ling Han naturally followed.

After the worship, Prince Tang of Zhongshan invited He Tianzi Jueshan to hunt, Ling Han frowned and didn't say anything.

Things are gathered by like, and people are grouped. He Tianzi, Zhongshan Prince Kuang, and Taishi Meng Lan went west, and Gongzi Han, Gongzi Zhi, Yushu, the daughter of Zhongshan Wang, and Meng Lan's disciple Shi Yanzhou went east.

Gongzizhi instructed: "General Ling, please protect my father."

Ling Han picked up his gun and left, he smelled the smell of conspiracy. For the first time, the man who had always acted decisively hesitated, and he could foresee that the peach blossom farmer would appear.

Prince Tang of Zhongshan invited He Tianzi to ride the horse, He Tianzi's favorite horse is Qianli Xue, Houthi King Liuhua paid tribute, formerly called Mingyuezhao, He Tianzi changed his name to Qianli Xue.

Ling Han felt a little sarcastic, there were no names for people, and there were two beasts.

Qianli Xue is the king of horses, and quickly shook off the guards. He Tianzi locked the deep palace and suffocated, and he stuffed his horse into the mangyuan as much as he wanted, and went into danger step by step.

He Tianzi walked on the plain, and only Ling Han caught up. Presumably, at this moment, this Dali Tianzi who locked the deep palace is like a horse on the plain.

There were large black clouds pressing up from the sky, and Ling Han guessed that the peach blossom farmer would take action, but he ignored the mangyuan. The original forces of the Song Dynasty, the Northern Alliance and Zhongshan were intertwined, and Ling Han and He Tianzi rode their horses and galloped, but they were still surrounded.

This group of iron cavalry is not the cavalry of the Song Kingdom, not the cavalry of the Northern Alliance, nor the cavalry of the Zhongshan Territory, they are from Yongzhou, and they are the first Houthi cavalry in the world.

The Houthis are a resilient people, whose history is older than that of the Lê dynasty, dating back to the ancestors of the Lê clan, the Qu and Yu dynasties, who took root in the bad land and coexisted with foreign nations such as the Xiqiang and the Inurong.

"This one next to me is the Emperor of Da Li." Ling Han guarded He Tianzi with a gun, he wanted to repel this group of Houthi iron horsemen, everything was in vain.

"General Ling, don't worry about being lonely, you run quickly, and assist my son well." He Tianzi is desperate, Houthis and Zhongyuan are not on peace, how can he escape?

"The Son of Heaven can ride the horse with peace of mind, with me." Ling Han slapped a shot on Qianli Xue's buttocks, and Qianli Xue ran wildly on all fours.

Qianli Xue finally rushed out of the enemy formation, but there were too many Houthi pursuers behind him, and he couldn't get rid of it. Ling Han jumped off his horse and stood proudly between He Tianzi and the Houthi Iron Cavalry with a gun.

How small is a person? If a goshawk flew over Ling Han's head, it would definitely be able to see a small black dot.

It is said that the Houthi iron cavalry is the first in the world, but Ling Han doesn't believe it. He only believes that the number one in the world is the Zhigui Bachuang in the western border of the Fang Kingdom, the first in the world is Jiang Wangshu, and the second is Ling Han.

Ling Han fired at Xue alone, and the gun shot out like a dragon fighting in the wilderness.

Sweep through the army!

This is a completely unequal war, one person, one gun, facing thousands of troops and horses, or the Houthi cavalry that is the best in the world.

He Tianzi is not dead, he is about to die, he posthumously named Ling Han as the general of the protector before he died, Meng Lan sent people to look for Ling Han's body in Mangyuan, but unfortunately he didn't even find the corner of his clothes.

The invincible courage is the greatest praise for a martial arts knight, and there are only five people in the world who have achieved this achievement.

In the battle between Xiao Guo and Zhongshan, the hidden dragon Fubai was born out of thin air and achieved the achievement of ten thousand people.

It is rumored that the Houthi evil and good have twice defeated ten thousand, and they are called monsters that do not belong to the world by the people of Jizhou, and they are called evil ghosts from hell by the people of Yuzhou.

In the battle of Jiangcheng, Jiang Wangshu, a shocking guest in the world, defeated Teng Yun, Borage, Han Ze, Long Li, and Muse in a row, and achieved the achievement of ten thousand people with one enemy.

It is rumored that Jiang Jue fought against the 30,000 Chu army with thousands of people at Huoquan Pass, and simply repelled the Chu army.

The fifth is Ling Han, a cold-faced general who will fight against the Houthi army by himself.

Plugged into the plains, on the banks of the Lushui River, Ling Han woke up slowly. He heard a melodious song drifting up to the clouds, and saw a shepherd girl holding a lamb in her arms.

"Are you awake?" A man put down a giant bow, gave Ling Han a thumbs up, and exclaimed, "Are you Fubai?" ”

Ling Han was a little puzzled, and the man said again: "You are definitely not Fu Bai, Fu Bai is not so young. Let me introduce myself, I am Yun Ge, the son of Yun Liang, who likes to hunt. ”

The shepherd girl glared at Yun Ge, handed a bowl of porridge to Ling Han, and complained, "Brother, others are very weak, you are like a sparrow."

Yun Ge shrugged his shoulders and said while watching Ling Han drink porridge: "This is my sister-in-law, Yun Duo, I recognize you as a brother-in-law."

Yun Duo glared at Yun Ge again, and stomped out of the yurt. Ling Han said shyly, "Brother Yunge, you can't eat it if you look at me like this."

Yun Ge held the giant bow and instructed, "You are injured, don't walk around, I'm going hunting."

Yun Ge rode away on horseback, his only pleasure was hunting, driving wolves and tigers or bending bows and shooting eagles could not satisfy him, his prey was the Song people, to be precise, the Song army.

Yun Ge had to go out hunting every day, and sometimes he returned disappointed, and Ling Han knew that there was no gain; Sometimes he returns with excitement, and Ling Han knows that he has gained a lot; Sometimes Yun Ge was also worried, and Ling Han knew that he was going to move.

However, Ling Han was still sincerely grateful to Yun Ge, Yun Ge saved his life and picked up Ling Han's gun.

One thing that Ling Han was puzzled about was that Yun Ge rarely brought back prey, and his harvest was all written on his face. Until one day, when Yun Ge rode his horse back, he was followed by a few cavalrymen, Ling Han watched this son of the grassland bend his bow and arrows, and his impression of this son of the grassland changed greatly.

"They all told me to stuff an eagle," Yun Ge cut off a leg of mutton and shouted with a wine bag, "Drink a little?" ”

Ling Han rarely drank alcohol and was an outlier in the Jiangzhou army. Which of the Jiangzhou military generals does not drink? Jiang Hou likes to drink, so Jiang Zhoujun also likes to drink, and uses a large bowl for drinking, preferably a pottery bowl.

After Ling Han recovered from his injury, he liked to ride around the neighborhood on horseback, and he thought about saying goodbye without saying goodbye, but every time he was called back by the song of the clouds.

Love is planted inadvertently, like a song that flutters to the clouds.

"Where did you run again?" Yun Duo glared at Ling Han resentfully.

Ling Han didn't talk much, his face was even thinner, and the lack of emotional experience made him not know how to hide his emotions, and occasionally glanced at it casually and quickly stopped looking over. Yun Duo led the horse in front, Ling Han led the horse to follow, the two of them went one after the other, occasionally Yun Duo asked, Ling Han replied, and more often was silent.

"I have someone I like." Yun Duo said.

Ling Han didn't answer, who doesn't have a shallow shadow in their hearts? Ling Han picked flowers all the way and wove a wreath, just like when he was a teenager, the young man Xiao Leng knitted a wreath and wore it on the head of the little girl.

Ling Han said goodbye, he inadvertently saw the peach blossom farmer in Xiaojue Mountain, and saw a group of black spots in the sky.

Ling Han chased after him, and the group of small black dots were Jiang Jue and his party, and they were also going to Lidu.

Two people who regarded Jianghou Jiang Wangshu as their father met, they went to Qishan Sword Pavilion together, they beat the Lu army in Xuzhou together, they faced Teng Yun together in Taoguan, and they drank wine and ate meat together in Saishang Mangyuan.

Plugging the Eagle Cloud Song and coming to Lidu, he also brought the clouds. On the day of the wedding, Ling Han melted into the gentleness of the clouds, and he finally let go of the shallow shadow in his heart, and so did she.

Their love is natural, like a fruit that falls to the ground when it is ripe.

Before the end of the battle, Ling Han entrusted Yun Ge with one thing and took Yun Duo away. Yun Ge sent them to the city gate, and finally left with Yun Duo in the night. No one knows how the Yun Ge brothers and sisters left, maybe Yun Ge turned into an eagle and the cloud turned into a cloud.

Qin Yan died in battle, this young general who was still a nobody in the Saishang Mangyuan had grown into a thousand commanders at the end of the battle, he was still young, and the future was promising, but unfortunately there was no future.

"You are a general, I'll do the charge." Ling Han held down Jiang Jue, and he stepped forward immediately.

What was this cold-faced general Ling Han thinking?

Perhaps he remembered that he was still Xiao Leng, who walked through the fields of rape flowers and peach blossoms, walked through the woods that bloomed cockscombs and morning glories, walked through the hills where wild chrysanthemums and red persimmons bloomed, and finally walked on the road where snowflakes and plum blossoms bloomed.

Maybe he remembered that he had traveled through the four cities and dozens of secluded miles with Jianghou Jiang Wangshu, and he was too strong to drink, and after drinking a bowl, he shouted in a daze.

Perhaps he remembered that in the Saishang Mangyuan, the clouds shepherd the sheep and sing, and he guards this tranquility.

Maybe he remembered to fight side by side with Xiao Jianghou Jiang Jue, Xiao Jianghou, Jiang Jue deserved it.

"Jiangzhou Military Department will Ling Han participate, Xiao Jianghou, and the last general will go." Ling Han looked back and smiled, he saw that the face of Xiao Jianghou Jiang Jue overlapped with that of Jianghou Jiang Wangshu, and his expression was compassionate.

"I am Chen Qiao, the general of the Qin State."

"It doesn't matter who you are." Ling Han went away with a gun, and Chen Qiao, the general of the Qin State, died.

"I am Shen Boliang, the general of the Chu State."

"The second." Ling Han drew his gun compassionately, and Shen Boliang, the general of the Chu State, died.

"I am the general of the Qin State."

"Die." Ling Han stood proudly in the center of the battlefield and drove towards Xue Ling Han alone.

"I am Lu Xiang, the general of the Chu State."

"The fourth," Ling Han pointed at the Qin and Chu coalition forces and sneered, "It's too slow to kill one by one." ”

"Presumptuous, Xu Bang, the general of the Qin State, please fight."

"The Great General of the Qin State is asking for battle."

"I am the general of the Chu State, Chun Yumin, asking for battle."

"I am Gongsun Qian, the general of the Chu State, asking for war."

The four generals came out of the battle, Jiang Juece stepped forward immediately, and Ling Han shouted: "Xiao Jianghou, you rest, and when the end of the general kills a ghost and cries God."

Ling Han picked up his gun and left, leaving behind four corpses, and he was still proud.

"Ling Han, you go back to Pakistan, Wu Qujian is still there." Three days ago, Jiang Jue and Ling Han got drunk, and Jiang Jue said some wine talk.

"I'll go back to Pakistan to shroud the horse, and you have made a name for yourself in Lidu?" Ling Han held the wine bowl and scolded with a smile, "Don't go, you go back, I'll stay." ”

The endless silence pressed on the heads of the Song and Chu coalition forces, the eight generals, which one was not a hero among the people who crawled out of the sea of blood in the corpse mountain?

Ling Han still stood proudly in the center of the battlefield.

"The people of the sea have come to receive the teaching." A farmer came out of the Song and Chu coalition army.

Sea people, the vast East China Sea, the ethereal god mountain, the martial saint sea people.

Ling Han's spear is like a dragon fighting in the wild.