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After eleven years, Ji Lie once again set foot in this nameless valley, and with the flashes of the past, his back began to ache faintly. Eleven years ago, Yurov lifted him up in the air, holding his sword against his vest, the cold tip of the sword sinking into the cracks of the bones. It was here that the terrible woman took him hostage, took him to his death, tortured him, and humiliated him. At that time, Zhu Xie was still a small bird like a chicken cub, but now, Zhu Xie's outstretched wings are enough to obscure the sky and the sun.

Nightmares are hidden deep in dreams, not exposed to the sun. The evil has grown up, and the stupid marquis of Anguo has also grown up. Now, whether it is a bird or a man, they will no longer be easily manipulated by others and will not be able to fight back.

Behind Ji Lie were five hundred knights in armor, they stood quietly in the wind and rain, the tattered armor on their bodies witnessed the cruel battle, they were all elite soldiers who had experienced a hundred battles, five hundred people were like one person, and even the horses under the seats were one with them.

The leader was Xing Luo, and now, he was no longer the third-class baron of the Yan Kingdom, but a retainer of Ji Lie. In Zhongli City, he knelt on one knee with the sword his father had left him, and swore an oath of loyalty to Ji Lie, and the same will be true for future generations. Ji Lie lifted him up and said to him, "I don't need your allegiance, I will wear the same robes as you, hold the same sword, face the same enemies, and enjoy the same wine."

As for the middle-aged lord Zi Che Yu, he went to Longshan with Yan Wu, but entrusted his retainers and subordinates to Ji Lie. In addition, fifteen thousand sword coins, Zi Cheyu only took one away, and the middle-aged lord said with a smile with his yellow teeth that one day, he would still marry his daughter Fanzi to the Flying Tiger, whether he was Yu Lie or Ji Lie, whether he was poor or rich, that sword coin was a token.

Alas, Fanzi is really beautiful, but it doesn't suit me very well. Thinking of the middle-aged lord's fat and shy daughter, Ji Lie smiled.

The three carriages in the iron cavalry array are very eye-catching, they belong to three people, Yin Yong, the former right doctor of the Yan Kingdom, is now Ji Lie's teacher, responsible for teaching Ji Lie etiquette and how to balance the world, although these two things are too far away for Ji Lie so far, but Ji Lie still respects him and is a little wary of him. In Ji Lie's heart, Yin Yong is an unfathomable person, and the sparks flashing in his wise eyes sometimes make people shudder.

In the other carriage sat Ji Lie's witch official Guan Shudu, this old and immortal guy is afraid that he is hundreds of years old, he set off alone from Shaotai City in Anguo, along the road that Ji Lie once walked to find Ji Lie's whereabouts, he thought that he would die on the road, he didn't want to be pitied, or there was a certain number in the dark, and finally let him find Ji Lie in Zhongli City, and brought An Jun's entrustment. It's an instruction rather than an order, just a dying father who wants to see his son who doesn't know his whereabouts.

Originally, Ji Lie never wanted to see this father again in his life, or rather, he never thought that he had such a father. But when he heard that he was about to die, or that he was already dead, Ji Yeol's heart palpitated. He thought, maybe I should go back and have a look, even if it was just a glance across the vast abyss river, it could be regarded as the friendship between father and son. After all, his heart is not made of iron. Even though that father had inflicted on him an unforgettable shame.

The owner of the last carriage was a mysterious figure, none other than the old Confucian man Ji Lie met in the Hengshan corridor, and the old man had a precious sword, which was in the same furnace as Ji Lie's Tiger Evil Sword, and was called 'Eagle Evil'. Now, the sword is hanging from Ji Yeol's waist. The hilt of the sword is inlaid with precious stones, which is very inconsistent with Ji Lie's martial temperament. However, the old man was sincere and insisted on giving him a sword to repay Ji Lie for saving his life again. The old man, who was almost beheaded by robbers, claimed to be Yongren, named Shen Zhong, and he tried his best to invite Ji Lie to Yongdu, but Ji Lie refused. As a result, the old man, whose disciples had died, had nowhere else to go but to wander with Ji Lie.

In addition to the three carriages, there is also a person and a horse in this iron armor array is particularly eye-catching, that person is wearing snow-white clothes, the jade crown on his head is also white, the waist is wrapped in a gorgeous but not arrogant jade belt, the exquisite sword bag hangs the same exquisite thin sword, at first glance, well-dressed, slender and straight, just like the poem sang, 'the gentleman is like jade, like a brick', but the horse under the seat is a lame horse, walking up and down, very unsightly. This person is Kuai Wuji, a Kuai Wujian who has played games and traveled around the world, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth forever, and a small wine jug in his hand is always in his hand, and even if the sky falls, it can't stop his interest in singing. The singing voice is very unique, not only praising the magnificent mountains and rivers, but also praising the sweet love, and often sings to the heart. As a result, he became a sworn enemy with Xingluo, and whenever he sang that affectionate love song, Xingluo would always laugh at him for riding a lame horse.

Kuai Wujian also spontaneously and voluntarily followed Ji Lie, in his words, he wanted to see what kind of person Ji Lie was, and one day, when he came to a conclusion, he would write it in the bamboo slip and still to Ji Lie, and then drift away. In this regard, Ji Lie was noncommittal, although Kuai Wujian said that he was slow and arrogant. But Ji Lie knew that this person was talented, especially for the situation and people's hearts, and no one could control it. Anyway, he didn't eat much, so he thought he had a beautiful bird that could sing beautiful songs.

In the end, this is Ji Yeol and his followers, who have come together with all sorts of goals. It is possible that tomorrow will be scattered for all kinds of bizarre reasons, and it is possible that incredible myths will be created.

Except for the great god Haotian who controls his fate, who knows?

A gentle drizzle fell from the sky, soaking Ji Lie's hair, like pearls the size of a grain of rice, he had been standing on the top of the valley for a while, and the black horse under the seat was very quiet, and he didn't snort, just silently chewed those blood skull flowers like human heads.

"Houzi, Houzi."

Guan Shudu is really old, the wrinkles on his face can kill any mosquito, he staggered from the bottom of the slope, holding a tung oil umbrella in his hand.

Ji Lie did not dismount, he sat on the back of the horse and looked at his old witch officer, Guan Shudu looked very embarrassed, the rain wet his hair, sticking to his face, like wisps of white thatch.

"This flower is called a blood skull."

"The old slave knows that Chen Guo is rich in this kind of flower, and the old slave has seen it in the flower garden of the king, and I heard that it can bloom so gorgeously when it is watered with blood, but it has no fragrance."

"Bloodcinth is domineering, it's greedy. Here, Song Boyo ambushed archers, halberdmen, sword and shield men, heavy knights, and a chariot, and he wanted to capture me to the city of Song Guoque, and there was a one-eyed man who carried a sword against my waistcoat, and a woman, who had taken care of me for eight years, but was bent on killing me. ”

"......" Uncle Guan was silent.

"Do you know who Song Boyo is?" Ji Lie asked lightly.

The old witch replied: "The son of the Song State, the current monarch, but the Hou Zi does not need to be sad, the Song State is now in the midst of civil strife, the old slave heard that in the western border of the Song State, the Yin State was reborn in the ashes, and the Yin people and the Song people are sworn enemies for thousands of years, and they will never die." ”

"I'm not sad, he's my uncle, and there's a little bit of blood to me. But why did that woman, who had taken care of me for eight years, want me to die? Ji Lie didn't look at the old witch, he looked at the boundless drizzle in front of him, his eyes were sad and far-reaching, he thought, if there was no woman, I would not be separated from Xiao Yu and them, and I would not have met Firefly Snow, and my fate might be different.

"The old slave deserves death."

The old wizard slowly knelt on the ground, his forehead against the dirty mud, and his voice was hoarse and extremely unpleasant. But the hand holding the umbrella was slightly raised, and the muddy water did not touch it.

"Get up, I know, she's not your person, maybe she's your person. I said you deserve to die, but I won't give you death with my sword. In this life, you have to live well to see if I am a fool. ”

Ji Lie's voice was like rain in the sky, boundless but cold and merciless. The old wizard trembled. Ji Lie got off the horse, pulled him up, took the tung oil umbrella in his hand, stretched it open, and slowly walked down the slope. The old sorcerer led the black horse and silently followed him, as if walking in his shadow, although there was no sunlight.

"Back to Houzi, there is the Scorpion Pass in front, after the pass, we can rest in Jingcheng for two days, the old slave has released the letter crow, and the king will soon order someone to drive a boat to meet Houzi." The old wizard leaned his back and whispered.

Ji Lie's footsteps fell not fast or slow, stepping on the grimace all the way, when he walked to the iron armor array, he heard the song of Kuai Wuji, the guy sat cross-legged on the lame horse, while taking a sip of wine, while singing: "The spring sun is clear, according to my new clothes, the summer stars are bright, caress my temples, the autumn moon is bright, blow my breast, the winter snow is clean, cover my knees......"

"Open your eyes and talk nonsense, on this rainy day, where will the sun shine on your new clothes?"

Xingluo spoke coldly beside Kuai Wuji, although they were mortal rivals, they always liked to get together. However, hearing this song, Ji Lie was shocked, holding an oil umbrella, standing in the wind and rain.

"Ahem, ahem."

There was a coughing sound not far away, Ji Lie came back to his senses, turned his head and saw that the old master named Shen Zhong was sitting in the car, waving at him with a smile on his face.

Ji Lie reluctantly walked over, bowed, and said: "Master Shen, the front is the Scorpion Pass, after the Scorpion Pass is Jingcheng, there are caravans from various countries in the city, if Master Shen wants to return to Yongdu, you might as well look for it in the city, and you will definitely be able to find a caravan going to Yongdu." Well, if there is a shortage of money, Ji Lie can make a hundred dollars. ”

As soon as he heard this, the old master Shen Zhong's face turned red, his open mouth closed again, and after a while, he turned his head and said stupidly: "The old man is not short of money, but he listens to the scenery of the south of the Yangtze River very well, as if it is Anguo, and the sea of peach blossoms is very beautiful, so I am going to take a look." ”

Ji Lie smiled, ignored him, turned around and left, this old master wholeheartedly wanted Ji Lie to go to Yongdu, although Ji Lie didn't know the reason, but he thought that things must be demons, since you want me to go, then I just don't go, just consume it, see who has better patience.

However, speaking of patience, this old master is also the first person in the world, when Ji Lie rescued him, a group of mountain bandits were holding axes to cut off his head, but he was lying on the ground and refused to get up, not because he was afraid of death, but he was reasoning with the group of robbers, discussing things and wrongs, his demeanor was extremely serious, and his voice was also subdued, as if he was not on the guillotine, but in the lecture hall in the palace.

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