On the fifteenth day of the lunar month of the fifth hundred and sixth year of the Great Li calendar, Jingzhou, Chu State, and the land of Mengjiao.

There are white horses and green shirts who have asked all the way.

"Jialiu, if you flee to the ends of the earth, my muse will also break your body into pieces." The white-horse and green-shirted guest was the muse, and he rode to Yingdu.

Jialiu was closest to Qiaoyu, and after the muse asked, some people said that there was a noble son who went south.

On the twentieth day of the lunar month of the fifth hundred and sixth year of the Great Li calendar, Jingzhou, Chu State, and Yingdu were outside.

The muse of the white horse and green shirt came on horseback, and Mrs. Song Qiaoyu was waiting at the city gate. Behind Mrs. Song Qiaoyu was hundreds of guards from Yingdu. After Feng Su was named a general by the Southern Emperor Xiong Ran, Zhai Zhuang, the little overlord of Yingdu, stood out and became the new commander of the Yingdu Guard. He was ordered to lead hundreds of Yingdu guards to guard the door, and the Southern Emperor Xiong Ran had an order to kill those who dared to make trouble in Yingdu.

Zhai Zhuang stared at the muse, the muse was the most famous martial saint in recent years, and he didn't dare to be careless.

"Mrs. Song," the muse stopped outside the city and said to Mrs. Song Qiaoyu, "Jialiu can be in Yingdu?" ”

"I've been here, and I've driven you away." Mrs. Song replied.

Muse and Song Madame Qiaoyu looked at each other for a long time, and then left with their fists clenched. Qiaoyu's eyes didn't deceive him, he believed Qiaoyu.

The white-horse-green-shirted man rode north.

Yingdu, the royal palace.

Nandi Xiong Ran asked, "What is the so-called matter of the muse coming from afar?" ”

Mrs. Song Qiaoyu replied: "Hey, the muse is here to find Jialiu." ”

"Lone likes the muse very much," Nandi Xiong Ran said as he stared at Qiaoyu, "What do you think?" ”

Xiong Ran, the Southern Emperor, was the most virtuous of the seven generations of Ming monarchs of the Chu State, and he perfectly inherited all the advantages of those six generations of wise ancestors, and just avoided all the shortcomings. Among the princes in the world, Xiong Ran only admires one Song Xiao, and now that Song Xiao is dead, he is the only one who has the best appearance in the world.

Qiaoyu didn't answer, it was a fact that Jialiu came to Yingdu to take refuge, and it was also a fact that she was driven away.

Xiong Ran smiled: "Jialiu is unkind, unrighteous and unfaithful, you shouldn't protect him." ”

Qiaoyu knelt on the ground, since the death of his father Song Xiao, Xiong Ran no longer spoiled himself, what it means, Xiong Ran cares about the world, but he is not a drunkard.

"That's it," said Nandi Xiong Ran, "there can't be a next time." ”

Southern Emperor Xiong Ran said to Mu Er again: "Master Mu, please go to the Song Kingdom and ask me what my humble nephew means." ”

Muer left with his hands, and Qiaoyu was uneasy.

On the twenty-second day of the month of the fifth hundred and sixth year of the Great Li calendar, Yuzhou, Song State, Jianling Pass.

Long Li arched his hand towards Jiang Wangshu and said, "Jiang Hou can go out of the customs." ”

Jiang Wangshu thanked Long Li, if it weren't for Long Li's escort all the way, I'm afraid he would have to take a detour.

Out of the Jianling Pass is the land of Meng Jiao, and the land of Meng Jiao is all returned to Chu, Jiang Wangshu and the heroic centurion of the Jiangcheng Guard Gou Buyan and his party had to avoid the Chengyi Pass as much as possible, and it was much slower.

A white-horse-green-shirted guest galloped past the bottom of the mountain, and the heroic centurion of the Jiangcheng Guard Army said without saying a word: "Jianghou, the person under the mountain seems to be the muse. ”

Jiang Wangshu knew that some of the Muse family members were suspected of being killed by Fu Bai, but with his understanding of Fu Bai, Fu Bai would not do such a villainous thing. Besides, leaving a name after killing someone, this is not without the suspicion that there are no silver three hundred taels here, Fu Bai will be such a stupid person?

The Muses made a great effort to fight against Dali because of this, and finally came to their senses, so they withdrew their troops, obviously, this is someone to blame Fu Bai.

On the twenty-fifth day of the lunar month of the fifth hundred and sixth year of the Great Li calendar, Qidi, the old Qidu.

The Muse rode in, and immediately hung a blood-stained cloth bag. The muse and Jiang Wangshu crossed shoulders, and soon caught up with him, and said, "Jiang Hou, please don't hesitate to give advice." ”

The centurion of the heroic Jiangcheng Guards didn't say a word, but he couldn't interject, so he had to look at Jiang Hou with a blank eye.

"I don't want to kill people for no reason." Jiang Wangshu shook his head and said.

No matter how far Jiang Wangshu goes, the muse will follow, like a maggot with a bone. Jiang Wangshu turned around and asked, "Give me a reason." ”

The muse said, "It was Kaliu who killed my wife and brother, and he is dead. But it was Fu Bai who killed my parents, and I was not at ease if I didn't take revenge. Jiang Hou is the first person under Fu Bai in my mind, and I also ask Jiang Hou for some advice. ”

Jiang Wangshu dismounted and looked at the muse and said, "Okay." ”

The centurion of the heroic Jiangcheng Guard Army didn't say a word to let the two of them make room for a piece of land, after all, this was the battle of the Martial Saints, and he didn't dare to get too close.

Jiang Wangshu chases the stars in his hand, and the muse carries a bitter sword. Jiang Wangshu is a martial saint, and the muse is also a martial saint; Star chasing is a famous sword, and the bitter sword is also a famous sword. It's a fair match.

"Please." The two of them spoke almost at the same time, and then shot at the same time as the words fell.

Jiang Wangshu won't stay, he just wants to make a quick decision and rush back to Pakistan. The muse is naturally going all out, and there are two mountains between him and Fu Bai, one is Wei Xiu, and the other is Jiang Wangshu. He was defeated by Wei Xiu several times, and finally killed Wei Xiu in Yangguan, trampling the mountain that was originally in front of him.

The hidden dragon Fubai has already revealed a corner, and he can protect Gongzi Qianxiu from under the Waner Luoyi guards, and he left in the eyes of the Luoyi people.

Only Jiang Wangshu is left between him and Fu Bai, as long as Jiang Wangshu is defeated, the muse will have enough confidence to seek revenge on Fu Bai.

In the eyes of the muse, Jiang Wangshu is the first person under Fubai, why is Ai Shi, the beast master of the Northern Plains, who is known as the world's first knight, not seriously injured by Jiang Wangshu? As for the ethereal gods of the East China Sea, the mountains and seasmen, and the extremely hidden feudal su of Yingdu, the muse is not in his eyes.

Jiang Wangshu's sword is the Xinghe swordsmanship, and all seven swords in a row are handed out, which is the limit of the Xinghe swordsmanship, a total of seven star swords, and it is also Jiang Wangshu's peak combat power.

The muse is practicing Nirvana sword skills, the so-called Nirvana sword skills, not moves, but ideas. Nirvana sword technique is a collection of hundreds of schools, muse's Nirvana sword technique, there is the shadow of Husei's knife technique, there is the shadow of Husei's greedy wolf nine swordsmanship, there is the shadow of the defense of the retainer, and Jiang Wangshu's shadow of the galaxy swordsmanship.

One is a man who walks alone in Liangzhou and crisscrosses Yanzhou, and the other is a Song Guoda who is praised as a tiger by the quilt. Both of them are people who use swords, and they are both martial saints who can be counted among the best in the world.

Ten moves, comparable. Muse had confidence in his heart, this was the third time he had fought Jiang Wangshu, and he finally saw the light.

Fifty moves, it's hard to tell the difference. The muse frowned, after fifty moves, he couldn't see a glimmer of hope of winning, and even had a hunch that he couldn't help Jiang Hou even after three days and three nights.

One hundred moves, evenly divided. The muse finally gave up, he put away his sword and thanked Jiang Wangshu, and then got on his horse.

"Muse," Jiang Wangshu stopped the muse, and waited until he turned around to continue, "There is no martial saint in the world. ”

"I know." The muse smiled, how can there be any martial saint, but it is sealed by people.

"I used to feel the same way, until I met Fushihaku." Jiang Wangshu said solemnly.

The muse nodded and said, "I know that too." ”

After the muse walked a few steps, Jiang Wangshu stopped him again: "Muse, I advise you not to go to Fu Bai, Fu Bai defeated me, only ten moves." ”

The muse rode away slowly, and Jiang Wangshu could only see his back. There was a sense of powerlessness in the muse, and he smiled wryly. Fu Bai defeated Jiang Hou with only ten moves. Ten moves, ten moves, how many people in the world can pass ten moves under Jiang Hou's hands? Not much. Even Jiang Hou, who is almost invincible in the world, can only pass ten moves under Fu Bai.

The centurion of the heroic Jiangcheng Guard Army asked without a word, "Jiang Hou, what do you advise him to do?" ”

Jiang Wangshu didn't answer. Why counsel the Muses? Jiang Wangshu didn't know why, maybe he didn't want to see him die, maybe he just said it casually.

Jiang Wangshu has always wondered, why does Xuanlang, who has always been hidden behind the scenes, refuse to show up so far? Where did Fu Bai, who had a glimpse of the mountains, go after leaving Luoyi? What is the secret of those four jades?

All this is confusing and confusing.

Xuanlang's existence is like a mystery, Jiang Wangshu thought that when He Tianzi died, Xuanlang was born with the Sword Pavilion to support Gongzi Xian to succeed to the throne, but Xuanlang did not; Jiang Wangshu originally thought that when the four princes were called emperors, Xuanlang would be born with the Sword Pavilion, but Xuanlang still didn't; Jiang Wangshu originally thought that Xuanlang would be born with the Sword Pavilion when the Lu State crusaded against Dali, but Xuanlang still didn't.

On the twenty-ninth day of the month of the fifth hundred and sixth year of the Great Li calendar, Jianling Pass.

There are white horses and green shirts riding their horses back, and Long Li and Song Wang Iqian are waiting in the pass. Seeing the cloth bag hanging on the horse's back, Song Wang Qianxiu sighed, his evil uncle still couldn't escape.

The muse dismounted, bowed his hand to the king of Song, and said, "Your Majesty, the muse asks to be removed from the position of great general. ”

Song Wang Qianxiu's lips opened, and he was about to open his mouth several times and held back.

"Qian Xiu," Muse suddenly changed his title and said, "If the Song Kingdom is in trouble, you can come to the Sword Tomb." My muse is still in the day, so I will shelter the Song Kingdom for a day. ”

The muse carried a bitter sword in one hand and a cloth bag in the other, and explained: "Long Li can be a general." ”

Long Li never spoke, he knew the character of the muse, and he couldn't save anything when he spoke, but in vain. Song Wang Qianxiu looked at the lonely back of the muse and said, "General Long, you are the only one who can rely on you." ”

Long Li said loudly: "Long Li temporarily takes the position of general, when will Miao Sheng return, and when will Long Li return." ”

Long Li didn't say it to King Song I Qianxiu, but to the muse. The muse had this in mind, and he replied, "What if I don't return?" ”

"I, Longli, have guarded the country for the Song King for generations." Long Li replied.

"Uncle Muse will be back, right? General Dragon. Song Wang Yi Qianxiu asked.

"Maybe." Long Li replied.

Long Li didn't know the mind of the muse, he wanted to learn how to forge the sword back then.

Miao Ku forged a bitter sword all his life, but he didn't dare to go out of the sword tomb to avenge his deceased wife, just because his two sons were still young.

The muse was different, he resigned as a general, and he was alone and had no worries.