"Brother Jue, is someone calling you?" Junyi seemed to hear a familiar voice, he was not sure, after all, Jiang Jue was not the only one in Jianling Pass, who could be called a son.

Jiang Jue turned around and saw Jingfu. Huoquan Pass is not far from Jianling Pass, and it is reasonable for Jingfu to come to watch the battle in seven or eight days.

Jiang Jue still wanted to catch up with Jingfu, but saw Jingfu's face ugly.

"Childe, Jiang Hou is dead." Keio said with red eyes.

"Jingfu, what are you kidding, who can kill Jiang Hou." Jiang Jue thought that Jingfu was joking, but he knew that Jingfu would not joke, and besides, Jingfu was still followed by Pu Yin, and Pu Yin's face was ugly.

Jingfu didn't speak with red eyes, took a sword from behind his back and handed it to Jiang Jue, who recognized it as a star-chasing sword.

Jiang Jue's eyes were in a trance, and his body staggered.

March 20, 507 in the Great Li calendar. Liangzhou, Baguo, Bayang.

Under the leadership of Jiang Wangshu, the Shu army was defeated and retreated, Da Sima Luo died in battle, and the three generations of the noble Luo clan in the Shu army had no trace.

Knowing that Jiang Wangshu understood the war in the west, the general of the Chu State conquered the west, King Bailu, returned to Fuling, and also understood the war in the old Qidu.

"Your Majesty, now only Qi Diwu is left in the Four Realms." The Minister of the Xie family said.

Ba Jun mustard seeds are distressed, the three cities of Qidi are his heart disease, and now Wu Quji has cut off the pontoon bridge, and he can only raft if he wants to wade the river. However, with Jiang Hou here, I am afraid that recovering the three cities of Qidi is a fool's dream. He had no choice but to say: "Jiang Hou is here, and it is difficult to collect the land."

"Your Majesty, how did the Chu State Xiong Xie die?" The Minister of the Xie family spoke.

Ba Jun Mustard looked at the Xie family minister with a gloomy face and said: "Jianghou is not Xiong Xie, Qianzhong, Wuling, and Fuling in the east are still in the hands of the Chu State, and the Chu army is still waiting for him to pacify."

The Duke of the Xie family said in a low voice: "The king doesn't know that Jiang Hou is leaving?"

Ba Jun Mustard was furious, the national disaster was imminent, and Jiang Hou was going to leave again?

March 21, 507 year of the Great Li calendar, Liangzhou, Ba country, Bayang.

At dawn, the fisherman has not yet gone fishing, and the river is covered with a layer of mist, like a fairyland on earth.

"Jiang Hou, do you have to go?" Mustard said, "Xishu has been pacified, but Chu and Nanban are still eyeing each other. ”

Jiang Wangshu said resolutely: "The army of the Southern Emperor Xiong Ran is all in Wuyue, and the Taibao army can naturally recover the lost territory if it goes south." Now the Northern Emperor Qin Huai colludes with Bai Di and Chi Di from other countries, which is the number one threat. ”

Jiang Wangshu insisted on leaving, not just because the war in Pakistan was about to fall. After experiencing the siege of Liangyi, he was cold to Bajun mustard seeds, if it weren't for Wu Qujian leading the Qidi Free Army to help, I'm afraid he would have buried his bones in Liangyi.

Wu Quji and Jingfu also tried every means to dissuade Jiang Wangshu from leaving, so after fighting in eastern Sichuan, after Emperor Wu of Shu returned to the emperor and asked for peace, Jiang Wangshu had the idea of going.

"Since Jiang Hou insists on going to Kuang Fu Li's room, it is not easy to persuade Lonely, I wish Jiang Hou a smooth trip." Bajun mustard seeds are no longer kept.

Jiang Wangshu bowed his hand to say goodbye, and Pu Yin was still waiting for him in Qidi. Jiang Wangshu shook his head when he got on the boat, this Jiang Jue is really an idiot, such a precious divine dragon wine was actually used to save a monster that is called not belonging to the world.

"Jianghou, have a good trip." Mustard shouted loudly.

The fishing boat slowly sailed towards Qidi, and Wu Quji, Jingfu, Pu Yin, Bai Lao and others were on the other side to greet them.

"Hmph, Jiang Wangshu, if you stay in Pakistan with peace of mind, how can Lone be willing to kill you?" Ba Jun Mustard looked at the fishing boat slowly heading towards the center of the river and sneered.

Pu Yin hugged the Shenlong Wine, and Wu Qujian knew that the Shenlong Wine was a divine wine that could live and die human flesh and bones, so he asked, "Who is Jiang Jue saving?"

Pu Yin didn't want to expose the identity of evil and good, so he lied and said, "A stupid big man."

Wu Qujian shook his head and said, "Jiang Jue is still stupid, such a precious thing."

Bai Ge, the grandson of Bai Lao, suddenly pointed to the Jiangxin fishing boat and shouted, "The boat has entered the water."

Bai Lao is a native of Xinli, and he has met a lot of fishermen, so he naturally saw the clues, and hurriedly urged: "Quick, go into the water to save Jiang Hou."

There is no need to go into the water with Wu Quji and Jingfu, and some fishermen untie the ropes and compete to enter the water.

In the middle of the river, the fisherman hurriedly plugged the loophole with his hands, but the hole was too big, where could it be plugged?

"Jiang Hou, how is this good?" The fisherman looked sad.

There was more than one hole, but three, Jiang Wangshu struggled to plug the hole in the middle of the boat, the fisherman blocked the hole in the bow, but the hole in the stern kept water coming in. The fisherman pounced with a short dagger in his hand, Jiang Wangshu was defenseless and hit the back.

"What do you mean by mustard seeds?" Jiang Wangshu kicked the fisherman away and scolded, "The first half of the journey is fine, and I will go to the three holes in the heart of the river." ”

The fisherman had a bitter face, he was too young to know how to hide it.

"Jiang Hou, don't blame the villain, the villain is also forced to do so, and the villain also has a hard time, kill me." The fisherman simply stopped plugging the hole, and sat on the bow of the sinking ship with a sad face.

Jiang Wangshu didn't kill the fisherman, he didn't want to die, he tried his best to plug the hole, and he hadn't seen the child who didn't know if he was called Jiu'er or Caiping.

No matter how reckless the poet is boating on the river, Jiang Wangshu will not be in the water.

By the time the fisherman arrived in Xinli, Jiang Wangshu had already drowned, and he was already out of breath when he caught it.

"Dragon wine, quick." Wu Quji snatched the dragon wine in Pu Yin's hand and fed it to Jiang Wangshu, but it was also in vain.

Wu Qu shook Pu Yin and shouted, "Pu Yin, aren't you a disciple of the Medical Saint?" You're going to do a good job of rejuvenation, aren't you? ”

Pu Yin cried, "I can't help it."

Pu Yin is not a medical saint, he can only heal the living, not the dead.

A fisherman salvaged the star-chasing sword and put it on the ground. As for the black horse, it was raised in Huoquanguan, and the black horse was lame in eastern Sichuan.

"Jingfu, you go to Lidu and ask Jiang Jue to come back," Wu Qu wiped away his tears and shouted, "I'll take Jiang Hou to Southern Xinjiang." ”

When Jiang Jue and the three of them arrived at Huoquan Pass, there were only dozens of guards in Huoquan Pass.

"General," a female soldier shouted, "the mustard seed has already waded into the river, and General Li Qin is leading the army to arrive." ”

Mustard, mustard, mustard.

Jiang Jue rode his horse with a star-chasing sword in his hand, followed by Jingfu and Pu Yin. From Jianling Pass to Huoquan Pass, Jiang Jue didn't say a word along the way, occasionally drank some porridge, and looked up at the stars at night.

On the seventh day of the fourth month of the fifth hundred and seventh year of the Great Li calendar, Liangzhou, southern Xinjiang, and the southern county town.

Nanban lady Ji Yanqing carried two scimitars on her waist and went out of the city, and on her left was Wu Quji. Xiao Qin stood on the Nanjun City holding Xiao Chang'an with his left hand and holding the small color screen with his right hand.

"Auntie," Xiao Caiping, who was almost three years old, could speak, she looked up at Xiao Qin and said, "My dad is fine, right?" ”

Xiao Qin didn't answer, and Xiao Caiping asked again, "Where is my mother going?"

On the seventh day of the fourth month of the fifth hundred and seventh year of the Great Li calendar, Xinli.

"The general is back."

The Qidi Free Army moved out of the way, staring at the hero who had saved them twice with a cold face. Jiang Jue didn't cry, he had already cried dry on the road.

Jingfu was not there, Wu Quji was not there, and the veteran Li Ping, who had a broken hand, and her daughter Li Qin became the backbone of the Qidi Free Army. The veteran Li Ping wiped away his tears and shouted, "General."

Jiang Jue came back, and he was down-to-earth. The Pakistani army waded into the river, and he had tried his best, but he still didn't stop it.

"Li Ping," Jiang Jue's voice was a little hoarse, and he shouted, "How many veterans are there?" ”

"They are all guarding the tomb in Huoquanling, and I still have a hand to go into battle." Li Ping said sadly.

There are more than 10,000 people in the Pakistani army who have crossed the river, and the main general will be the noble son of the Xie family, an old acquaintance.

The noble son of the Xie family saw that Jiang Jue was a little weak, but he had more and more confidence in relying on the more and more Pakistani troops around him, and he shouted: "Qidi Qimin rebelled, and I was ordered by Ba Jun to crusade against the rebels of Qidi Three Cities."

Jiang Jue rushed towards the Pakistani army with a star-chasing sword in his hand, and behind him, Jingfu, Li Qin, and Li Ping led the Qidi Free Army composed of women and half-grown children to follow Jiang Jue's pace and rush away.

"Whoever gives me a surname, I regard him as a Father. Whoever kills my father will be punished even if he is far away. Jiang Wangshu slashed down a Pakistani soldier with a sword.

"Guard, guard, guard a group of corpses and vegetarians," Jiang Jue killed the chief of the Ba army to kill the noble son of the Xie family under the cover of Jingfu, his voice was hoarse and cold, "I spared your life in Jiangcheng that day, and I took your head today." ”

The noble son of the Xie family had a disastrous face and weak legs, he watched the Pakistani army in front of him fall like rice after autumn, and wanted to retreat but was blocked by the Tongjiang River.

Jiang Jue handed out the first sword of the galaxy, and the sword of the Xie family flashed in front of his eyes, which was the last scenery he saw.

"You're the first." Jiang Jue said compassionately.

"Protection, compassion, clothing, food, attention, wind, infatuation." Jiang Jue swung a total of seven swords, and the seven stars and swords were connected into a line, and they were compiled into a galaxy.

Seven swords, just the beginning, he tirelessly handed out seventy swords, seven hundred swords, seven thousand seven thousand swords.

From dawn to dusk, Jiang Jue walked through the Pakistani army's formation, tirelessly handing out one sword after another.

Later, veteran Li Ping recalled that it was dark that day, and there were stars twinkling on the ground in the daytime.

"Childe," Jingfu hugged Jiang Jue and shouted, "I'm done killing." ”

Jiang Jue's hair has been scattered, he just performed the crown ceremony in Li not long ago, the Son of Heaven is in person, and the third prince is only missing Jiang Hou, the Taibao. Jiang Jue was still thinking about waiting for the next time he saw Jiang Hou and asked him to perform a crown ceremony for him.

Half of the river was swept by the river, and the more than 10,000 Ba troops involved in the river, including the chief general Xie Jiagui Gongzi, did not survive.

This is not enough, the culprit is mustard seeds, mustard seeds are not dead, and the grief and indignation are unsettled.

The Qidi Free Army, including Li Ping, took a step back when they saw Jiang Jue turn around, Jiang Jue's black hair was dyed red, and there were blood beads dripping from the tips of his hair, and with a "snap", it fell on his clear and warm reckless heart.

The evil ghost from hell, Keio swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, and there was only one thought in his heart.

Jiang Jue smiled heartlessly, the star-chasing sword fell to the ground, and he fell in a pool of blood.

"Pu Yin, Pu Yin," Jingfu shouted, "Li Ping, Li Qin, Bai Ge, go find Pu Yin." ”

Jingfu was afraid that Jiang Jue would be the same as last time, Jiang Hou was gone, and he, the general of the Jiangzhou Military Department, was left with only Gongzi.

"Pu Yin went to invite his master." A faint voice came.

Jingfu then remembered that Pu Yin had just arrived at Huoquan Pass and went west to Emei.

Fortunately, Bai Lao knew some medical skills, and after reading it, he said: "The little general is fine, but he is tired."

Jiang Jue was so tired that he swung seventy-seven thousand seven hundred and seventy-seven swords.

The last time he was so crazy was in Huoquanguan, he slept in Emei for a month, plus back and forth, for two whole months.

Qi Guanzhuang was not there, and Jingfu didn't worry about others, so he had to stay in front of Jiang Jue's bed in person.

It was midnight when Jiang Jue woke up, and he was too hungry. Jingfu personally fed Jiang Jue minced porridge, Jiang Jue was so tired that he couldn't lift his hands.

"Childe, I'll go to Bashan to toast those six bandits." Keio said with red eyes.

"Lanpu Restaurant is already married, and it still sends wine from time to time." Keio said again.

"I didn't see Gu Yu, the daughter of a wealthy businessman in Bayang."

"Wu Quji said that you have always been a hero, and he sent Jiang Hou to Southern Xinjiang."

"Wu Qujian didn't use the names color screen and wine."

Jiang Jue remembered the secret between him and Ji Yanqing, and said sadly: "Caiping and Jiu'er are the names that Jiang Hou gave to his children."

Jingfu was stunned, and spilled some minced porridge.

"Also," Jingfu was silent for a long time before he whispered, "Qi Guanzhuang and I went to find Jing Qijun's whereabouts. ”

Jiang Jue stared at Jingfu deadly, he wanted to know whether Jing Qijun was dead or alive.

"Childe, mourning," Jingfu said in a low voice, "I and Qi Guanzhuang have already buried her." ”

Jiang Jue closed his eyes and shouted, "Official."

Qi Guanzhuang is not there, he is in Lidu. Jiang Jue felt that the old servant Grandpa Qin was too old, so he left Qi Guanzhuang in Lidu.

"Respectfully." Jiang Jue shouted again.

"Childe, I'm here." Jingfu kept this matter from Jiang Jue, he was afraid that Jiang Jue would not be able to bear it.

"I'm tired." Jiang Jue closed his eyes and sighed.

Jingfu withdrew with half a bowl of minced porridge, he couldn't understand Jiang Jue's pain, in Qidi, Jiang Jue had no mother, no woman, and no father.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Jiang Jue and Jiang Hou are not father and son, but they are better than father and son, Jiang Hou has a thin face, and Jiang Jue is too.

Keio didn't leave, he stayed outside the room. He suddenly became jealous of the big fool in Qiguanzhuang, and his second fool still did not have the dignity of Qiguanzhuang in the eyes of his son.

"Respectfully." Jiang Jue shouted in the room.

Jingfu listened really well, he didn't answer, Qi Guanzhuang said that Jiang Jue always called people's names when he had nothing to do. Jingfu smiled and cried with a smile, and Childe was willing to call himself, which was a blessing.

"Respectfully." Jiang Jue shouted in the house again.

Jingfu wiped away his tears and shouted, "Childe, I'm here."

"You said that if I come back for Jiang Hou, will Jiang Hou not die?" Jiang Jue asked.

Jingfu didn't answer, Jiang Jue shouted again: "Jingfu, I want to see the stars."

Jingfu entered the house and carried Jiang Jue out, and the two looked at the stars with their backs all night. On this night, there were a few stars in the sky, and the Big Dipper was particularly conspicuous.

"Jingfu," Jiang Jue couldn't raise his hand, so he had to say with a smile, "Look at those seven stars, they don't look like the Seven Swords of the Galaxy." ”

"Like." Keio replied.

"Jingfu," Jiang Jue shouted again, "Look at that crape myrtle star, isn't it Jiang Hou?" ”

Keio still replied, "Yes."

After that, Jiang Jue didn't ask, just looked at the Big Dipper and Ziwei Star in a daze, and occasionally shouted "Jingfu", and Jingfu also replied, "I'm here".