"I have never believed in any martial saints, but they are just mortals and everyone is afraid of them, so there is the trend of martial saints. For example, some people say I'm a martial saint, some people say I'm not, is it important? Jiang Wangshu paused when he said this, and said in a tone of awe, "However, I recognize that Fu Bai is a martial saint, standing in front of him is like facing an insurmountable mountain, and even a glance at it is extravagant. ”

"Jiang Hou is not inferior to Fu Bai, why should he be ashamed of himself?" Qi Guanzhuang asked puzzled. It's just a martial saint, isn't it just a living martial saint? Most of the owners of the Nanban village have amazing brute strength and second-grade strength, and they still have nearly ten people killed and injured under the wrong man. is such an invincible existence, isn't it still the same with Jiang Wang Shu Bozhong?

"Official, you'll know when you reach my realm." Jiang Wangshu said.

Qi Guanzhuang scratched his head, he is not even a second grade, and he can reach the realm of martial saints if he is suitable? There is no hope in this life.

"A real swordsman, all eighteen kinds of weapons can be without a sword, even if you break a branch into a sword, you can kill people." Jiang Wangshu's voice fell, and he stabbed the old pine tree on the side with a branch, and entered the tree for three points.

Is Jiang Wangshu's brute strength great? may not be as good as Qi Guanzhuang, this is the gap between the second-grade martial arts and the third-grade martial arts, the third product will only win with strength, and the second product will win with skill.

However, Qi Guanzhuang doesn't believe that breaking branches into swords can kill people, even if it is as strong as Jiang Wangshu's level of martial saints.

"Okay, let's rest, and I'll go back to Banan tomorrow." Jiang Wangshu said.

Jiang Jue has been thinking about Jiang Wangshu's words, a real swordsman can be a sword? Can you even break a branch into a sword to kill?

Daigo was empowered, suddenly enlightened, and fell asleep.

At dawn, the three of them moved forward again, and Qi Guanzhuang's arrow wound still had to go to Banan to find a military doctor to deal with it, otherwise it was easy to have hidden diseases.

"Stop, rob." Four or five grass bandits came out of the woods, all with knives.

Jiang Jue smiled, he had been a bandit for a long time, and one day he was robbed by a grass bandit. This is naturally robbed by his own family once before in Bashan.

Qi Guanzhuang felt sad for this group of grass bandits, there were still people in the dignified Jiang Hou who dared to rob here, even if hundreds of people in Xiongguan in eastern Sichuan met Jiang Wangshu, they could only switch and let them go.

There was still blood on the knife of one of the grass bandits in the lead, and it looked like he had already done business today.

Jiang Wangshu didn't want to deal with these grass bandits, after all, it was not easy for anyone, but the blood stains on the knife angered him, and he dismounted and said, "Do you want to see a broken branch as a sword and kill people?"

Qi Guanzhuang nodded desperately, pulling the injury on his shoulder, grinning in pain.

"Up." The grass bandits led by the group saw that the three of them didn't take themselves seriously at all, so they raised their knives.

Jiang Wangshu casually folded a branch and handed it out with a branch instead of a sword. The handsome grass bandit widened his pupils, and with the last of his strength, he tried to look down to discern the branch that had sunk into his chest.

Where did the remaining grass bandits dare to make waves, and they rushed back to the forest without a little arrogance.

Jiang Jue raised his sword and wanted to chase it, Jiang Wangshu said: "You don't have to chase it, it's all poor people."

Qi Guanzhuang empathizes, if there is a way out in the future, who would want to be a bandit who has pinned his head to his waist and has passed today without tomorrow?

The appearance of the grass bandits is just a farce, but Jiang Jue and Qi Guanzhuang saw the method of breaking branches into swords and killing people, and attacked the heart, how shocking?

"Don't be a bandit in the next life." Jiang Wangshu placed the stone of the bandit leader under the tree, hoping that his brothers could collect the corpse for him.

The three of them continued on their way, arriving at Banan at noon. The general of Banan is a young general, and Banan is the city with the most wars in the Fang Kingdom, and many wars mean danger and opportunity. Jiang Wangshu climbed from a nobody to the position of Zhigui in Banan back then.

The young general saw Jiang Hou shouting all the way to ask for warmth, which made Qi Guanzhuang feel a little excessive, he completely underestimated Jiang Wangshu's status in the army, he had been in the army for 27 years, he had never been defeated, and he would win every battle, so how could he not be regarded as an idol by the people in the army?

The medical officer came to give medicine to Qi Guanzhuang, and Qi Guanzhuang grinned in pain, where did he still have the previous tenacity. The pain is really painful, the liquid medicine sprinkled on the wound is even more painful than a middle arrow, he misses Pu Miao a little, at least Pu Miao is not so rude.

Jiang Jue went to the army with Jiang Wangshu to investigate, and the three thousand defenders of Banan were no less surprised than the young generals when they saw Jiang Wangshu.

"You have worked hard to protect Xinjiang and defend the country." Jiang Wangshu bowed and saluted.

They can afford this ceremony, they are all young sons of the country, Jiangcheng was killed and wounded in the first battle of the Jiang Dynasty, and there are only a few soldiers in the township, and the officers and soldiers in these troops are very young.

Jiang Wangshu didn't stay for a long time, the three of them continued to ride their horses forward, but they walked slowly, after all, now Jiang Wangshu doesn't have to worry about the temples of the Fang Kingdom, the so-called Taifu is just an idle position, the so-called Jiang Hou is just a title, and the so-called Zhigui has no military power.

Just like back then, the young mustard seed is the same as his grandfather Qizi.

However, Jiang Wangshu's original plan fell through, and a major event happened in the country of Citrus - Citrus Heba.

Citrus Qi is more than 100 years ago, the five clans of Ba were in the civil war, Ba Jun was killed, Ba Shi declined, Zheng Zheng divided the river and ruled, Jiangbei for Qi, Jiangnan for the orange.

The Zheng clan of Qi State has died, and the only remaining Qi nobles are Sima Wu's young son Wu Quji, half of whom became slaves of the Chu people, and half of them migrated to southern Xinjiang with Wu Quji.

Jiang Wangshu originally thought that it was inevitable to join the Citrus Qiheba, but it would take a long time to fuse, and even Wu Quji had this idea.

However, Jiang Wangshu is not in a hurry, and some people are in a hurry, otherwise how would Mustard Seed say, "This is what everyone means." ”

Everyone, refers to the three princes and six secretaries who discharged Jiang Wangshu.

The three of them rushed to Jiangcheng at great speed, Jiang Wangshu didn't know whether it was Wu Qujian who took the initiative to ask for it or whether Mustard Seed used force to promote it.

Jiangcheng is decorated with lights, which is not only to celebrate the New Year, but also to celebrate the reconstruction of Pakistan.

Jiang Wangshu entered the palace with his sword, but was stopped by the guards: "Please also ask Taifu to untie the sword."

Jiang Wangshu can untie the sword? Even the first king also acquiesced to Jiang Wangshu to take the sword to the court, because he was Jiang Hou.

Jiang Wangshu still untied the sword in the end.

The three princes and six secretaries were all discussing matters except Jiang Wangshu, and Jiang Wangshu broke in and asked, "Mustard seeds, where is Wu Quji?"

"Taifu, you can call me by my name in private, but in the temple I am Taibao," Mustard Seed Zhengse said, "Besides, the ministers of the Manchu Dynasty are all deliberating, Taifu's behavior is a little inappropriate, right?" ”

"Taibao," Jiang Wangshu tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart, and said word by word, "How did Southern Xinjiang deal with it?" ”

"Taifu left down such a big mess of the Mandarin Kingdom, and only cared about touring the mountains and rivers all day long, and went to Nanban and just came back for less than a day and disappeared without a trace, and now I remember that there is still Southern Xinjiang?" Mustard said.

Jiang Wangshu suddenly remembered the scene of the battle of Wuling, where the young man carried Qizi and killed people out of the city, in less than three years, the young man has changed, and he is already the Taibao of the Mandarin Kingdom covering the sky with one hand.

Jiang Wangshu chuckled, strode out, took his sword, and walked out of the inner city. Jiang Jue and Qi Guanzhuang were waiting in Waiguo, and Jiang Wangshu came over and said, "Go to Southern Xinjiang."

Jiang Jue knew how high Jiang Wangshu's status was in the Fang Kingdom, and he could see that Jiang Wangshu was not happy in the palace, so he followed with Qi Guanzhuang, and the three of them rushed south non-stop.

A few days later, the southern county town.

Yang Xian stood tremblingly in front of Jiang Wangshu, he had never seen Jiang Hou get angry in front of his own people, and today he saw it.

"Jiang Hou, I can only listen to the Taibao." Yang Xian has a hard time arguing, after Jiang Wangshu left the Mandarin Kingdom, Mustard Seed ordered to attack Southern Xinjiang, he really had no choice, after all, although he was nominally the Southern Border Zhigui, in fact he was just a good luck boy who picked up a vacancy, Jiang Hou's words He didn't dare not listen, and he didn't dare to disobey Mustard's orders.

"Yang Xian, it's time to remove the code on your head." Jiang Wangshu sneered and left.

Jiang Wangshu slowly climbed up from a nobody, he knew the difference between one more pronoun, after all, he was also the queen of the Jiang River, and Qi Zi inspected for three years before going to the pronoun. Yang Xian's meritorious service is also reasonable, and it is reasonable for Yang Xian to only listen to the order of mustard seeds.

The three of them went all the way south from Nanjun Town, the war had been burned out, and according to Yang Xian's statement, the war in southern Xinjiang ended in less than ten days.

Jiang Jue could feel Jiang Wangshu's coldness, and he didn't say a word all the way, but he was a little worried about Wu Quji. Although there is not much communication with Wu Quji, it is a friend in trouble after all.

It can be seen all the way that the people are displaced, crying and grabbing the land, Jiang Jue doesn't like war, just like he doesn't like to kill. The sharpness of the sword is limited, as strong as Jiang Wangshu in the face of two thousand southern barbarian warriors in Bainiu Village, what is sharper than the sword is power, and hundreds of thousands of Qi people in southern Xinjiang have been displaced again.

The power of mustard seeds can only be used in the country of Mandarin and southern Xinjiang, and there are still Kyushu and many countries in the world, so what?

"Old man," Jiang Wangshu took the dry food and handed it to an old man sitting on the ice and snow, he said compassionately, "I have made you suffer." ”

The old man handed the dry food to the little girl behind him, and pulled the little girl to salute the threesome.

Jiang Jue noticed that the old man was only wearing a lower garment, and there was not even a single coat on the upper body, and the little girl was wearing a very inappropriate deep coat.

Jiang Jue remembered Ah San and Ah Si, Ah San can weave straw shoes but can't make wolf skin boots, Ah San can make tops but can't make bottoms; Ah Si's greatest wish is to make a meal that can be eaten without rice or meat.

"It's because I'm incompetent," Jiang Wangshu said guiltily, "I hope that one day people in the world will be able to eat enough food and clothes to wear warm clothes, and I hope that one day there will be no difference between high and low, high and low." It's that I'm thinking too lightly. ”

Jiang Wangshu suddenly doubted himself, he couldn't even change a mere fang country, and he was still trying to change the world?

"Jiang Hou, how is it not my ......" Jiang Jue felt very guilty, these shocks in the country of Fang must be related to him, if it weren't for himself dragging Jiang Hou down three times and twice.

Jiang Wangshu interrupted him, and he said, "Sooner or later."

How Jiang Wangshu didn't know, even if he didn't leave the country twice, it would still happen, sooner or later. He thought he had re-established an order that everyone would like, but there were always people who didn't like it, such as mustard seeds. The most difficult thing to peek into is the people's hearts, and the most difficult thing to change is also the people's hearts, Mustard feels that people are high and low, high and low, so he does not allow the country to rebuild order; Mustard seeds feel that southern Xinjiang is a citrus land, so the people of southern Xinjiang are also citrus people.

"Grandpa." The little girl lay on top of the old man and cried.

Jiang Jue retracted his thoughts, and the old man had already lost his breath.

"Childe." Qi Guanzhuang's nose was sour, he thought that he was very bitter, he lost his father at the age of four, and his mother died at the age of ten, but the little girl in front of him was only four or five years old, and compared to her, he had enjoyed ten years of maternal love.

"What's your name? Would you like to go with me? Jiang Jue squatted on the ground and asked.

The little girl finally followed Jiang Jue away, not crying or making trouble, she answered all questions, but she couldn't ask her name.

Sympathy for the same disease can only be nameless, surnameless, and nameless, after all, poor people.

"Is it okay to take my last name?" Jiang Jue asked tentatively.

The little girl nodded.

"My surname is Jiang," Jiang Jue finished speaking, and then said to Jiang Wangshu, "Please give Jiang Hou a name." ”

"It's called Jingshu." Jiang Wangshu looked at the strange combination of the young man and the little girl and said.

Jing Shu Jing Shu, Jing Nu Qi Shu, this is the poetry of the Central Plains.

"Your name is Jiang Jingshu, remember." Jiang Jue is not very good at coaxing children.

Fortunately, the little girl was well-behaved, she nodded vigorously, and soon fell asleep in Jiang Jue's arms.

The horse walked very slowly, slow is steady, Jiang Jue was afraid of disturbing Jingshu's dream.

"Jiang Hou, can you really make sure that people in the world can eat enough to eat and wear warm clothes, and there is no difference between high and low, high and low?" Jiang Jue asked.

Jiang Wangshu nodded and said, "I can't do it, but there are people who can do it, such as Mr. Meng, such as Lord Lang."

He was finally relieved, he couldn't change a group of short-sighted people who sat in the well and watched the sky, didn't know the height of the sky, the height of the earth, and only knew the small profits who grabbed the bottom of the well, and didn't know that there were swans outside the well. He suddenly felt that it might be good to agree to Xuanlang's agreement.

"Jiang Hou, I also want to make sure that people in the world can eat enough food and wear warm clothes, and there is no difference between high and low, high and low, and no one in the world." Jiang Jue remembered Ah San Ah Si, and he said seriously.

"Okay," Jiang Wangshu smiled heartily.

The six fools in Bashan, are they really just six fools? Jiang Jue felt that they were six nobles.

Ah Da left himself a sword to guard, Ah Er left himself the wisdom of the sky, the earth and the grain, Ah San Ah Si told himself to keep the world warm and fed, Ah Wu Ah Liu left two swords of caution and wind.

Since Jiang Hou has a reputation as a reckless poet, shouldn't he also have a resounding name?

Reckless idiot, Jiang Jue thinks this name is good, it is reckless, and it is also an idiot.

"May I ask where your Sima is?" Jiang Wangshu saw a group of Qi soldiers resting in the wilderness, so he dismounted and asked.

A soldier drew his sword and stared at him, and the older Wu Chang scolded: "Shake your majesty in front of Jiang Hou?"

"It is my incompetence that afflicts you." Jiang Wangshu said ashamedly.

"Jiang Hou, I know it's not what you mean, Sima was escorted to Jiang City, doesn't Jiang Hou know?" Wu Chang said respectfully.

Wu Qujian was escorted to Jiangcheng? No one in the huge country told Jiang Wangshu, and Jiang Wangshu was angry and disheartened.