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But in the endless mountain forest west of Wushan Town, the raging fire was burning wantonly.

This fire is like a sky full of stars, illuminating this mountain forest, and there are many shadows.

I saw a man in a linen robe and a linen hat standing upright, talking to the majestic man sitting in front of him.

The linen-robed man had a long scar on his face.

The scar was so long that it extended from the left earlobe to the right earlobe.

Moreover, this scar also crossed the bridge of his nose. Split the originally high bridge of the nose into two.

Maybe he is dressed like this, because he doesn't want the world to see his face and his inner story clearly.

And it is precisely because he always wears a linen robe that the people here call him Lord in a hemp robe.

At this time, I only listened to him, and said calmly with an attitude that did not look like a subordinate to the majestic man in front of him.

"General, a letter has been sent from the town of Ossan."

This majestic man, dressed in dark gray cloth, has a sturdy figure, and between his eyebrows, he actually reveals a general's aura.

And he is the former governor of Huguang, Zhao Banshan.

At the time of the Jingjing, he led 50,000 soldiers and horses into King Qin. But he was betrayed on the way, and most of the soldiers and horses secretly took refuge in King Yan.

Fortunately, after all, he has led the army for decades, and his skills have reached the third grade, and there are still many generals under his account.

That's why he took more than 10,000 brothers to fight his way out of the encirclement and came to this deep mountain and old forest that is difficult to see the light of day, and the grass fell.

And these more than 10,000 brothers, after the encirclement and suppression of the imperial court several times, now there are only six or seven thousand left.

However, even after two years in the mountains, there was no embarrassment or frustration on his face.

His eyes were as strong as ever.

Even the generals have long adapted to their new identities and have already done everything they can to be a bandit. But Zhao Banshan never admitted that he and these brothers were bandits.

He still considered himself a general.

…..

At this moment, I saw him take the letter and began to frown and read it.

"What can you say in the letter?" The man in the hemp robe was silent after reading the letter, so he said calmly.

After Zhao Banshan heard this, he looked at the hemp robe and said, "The imperial court ordered Li Rengui to come to guard Wushan Town, and this Li Rengui actually wanted to wait for me."

When Li Rengui was mentioned, I saw a slight tremor in the corners of his eyes, as if the past was still vivid.

It's just that just when he was recalling the past, the hemp robe said loudly.

"This Wushan town was ordered by that man, and we will wait for the attack. Therefore, there should be fraud in today's Zhao'an matter."

Zhao Banshan paused before he said in a deep voice, "It's okay." That man has promised that as long as he kills Li Rengui and wins one more game, then we will be able to see the light of day again! ”。

He knew very well that this Li Rengui had an enmity with him.

Therefore, even if Li Rengui doesn't kill him, then he must kill this animal.

And this Zhao'an, in his opinion, is simply a joke.

After speaking, I saw that his eyes were cold again, and he said faintly, "This Li Rengui is just a flatterer, insidious and cunning. I didn't expect the imperial court to send him to deal with me! ”。

The linen-robed man raised his head, revealing those bright eyes, and said, "I have a plan, and I will definitely be able to defeat the Ming army."

"Strategist, please speak"

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Late at night, there were still candles lit in the room where Shi Wuwei was.

At this time, he was tense, and his face was full of hideousness on the wooden bed in the room.

There was a mouthful of heavy air between his mouth and nose, and his chest was also floating violently.

"Too weak....too weak.. Why is it still so weak".

This cry did not come from his mouth, but from his heart.

He hated himself very much, hated himself for being incompetent, hated that he couldn't even protect his family, and hated himself for burdening his beloved.

Two lines of unwilling tears slipped from his eyes again. It's just that this time the tears are a little different from the past, because there are only two drops.

And after these two tears that condensed all his emotions slipped down, his face, which was already hideous and distorted, was gradually smoothed out for some reason.

The fluctuation of the chest is no longer so violent.

Apathy, this is a kind of repression, and indifference that has endured to the extreme.

This kind of indifference is definitely not something that can be pretended, but a kind of indifference that only exudes when a person has experienced unforgettable pain.

At this time, he had already unloaded his strength, and he was no longer trembling as before.

His head was gently raised upward, and his indifferent eyes were staring slightly at the candle flame in front of him.

Immediately afterward, I saw him laughing at himself, "Am I so cowardly that I don't even dare to vent the anger in my heart?" ”。

There was no one else in the room, so he must have said the ridicule to himself.

Ever since he left the Valley of Forgotten Sorrows, whenever he heard any news from the capital or the imperial court, he would be afraid in his heart.

He was afraid that his invisible words and deeds would reveal his identity from the capital. He was afraid that his unintentional words would put him in danger.

And what he feared the most was another thing, something he had to face.

That is, his cultivation.

He originally thought that his penance in the valley would allow him to get revenge quickly. However, after he got out of the deep mountains and entered the rivers and lakes, he found that the realm of the four products was so far away.

Although the speed at which he broke through was already very fast, this speed was obviously not able to catch up with his wanton burning hatred.

Therefore, in recent days, he has been a little confused.

He even began to doubt himself, wondering if he could avenge his people.

"No wonder my father often said that it is better to travel a hundred miles after studying hard for decades....It seems that this river and lake is not as simple as I imagined."

His words were so soft that only he could hear them.

His tone was a little frustrated and a little decadent. But these words with a hint of frustration, for some reason, are vaguely with a firmness, a firmness to the faith.

However, the faint firmness in this tone, in the next moment, turned out to be a spark that could ignite the prairie fire, which directly surged into his heart and into his eyes.

I saw that he was already sitting upright, raising his head and chest, and his eyes revealed an astonishing momentum: "I don't know that I can take revenge, I only know, but if I don't even believe that I can take revenge, then I will never be able to take revenge."

At the same time as he uttered this creed-like sentence, he saw a stream of black air rushing towards his right hand.

Immediately after, his right hand clenched into a fist again.

After a crisp "click".

He let go of his hand, and in his hand lay pieces of shattered white jade, as well as a red pill.

In the end, I saw that he did not hesitate to stuff this pill into his mouth.

In fact, the medicinal effect of this Taixuan Pill is extremely violent, and not all people who practice martial arts can take it.

It is precisely because of the ferocity of this medicine that unless the internal force that the cultivator has learned can be as soft but not weak as the Taoist exercises, and strong but not fierce, can the fierce meaning of the elixir be neutralized.

Otherwise, if it is taken by an ordinary martial artist, the effect of this medicine will cause irreparable damage to the meridians of the person taking it.

And often, if a Taoist person takes this Taixuan Pill, he can't really absorb all the medicinal effects.

Because although the people of the Taoist Sect can offset the danger in the pill with a gentle internal force, because of this offset, the effect of the medicine will naturally weaken.

However, there are exceptions, if the internal force of the person taking it can be more domineering than the effect of the drug, and can directly and forcibly suppress and absorb the effect of the drug, then the effect of the drug can be maximized.

However, the Taixuan Pill of this Dao Sect is made from countless rare medicinal materials, and can only be refined after being ignited with the internal power of a martial artist.

Just imagine, how can the power of human beings be stronger than the power of heaven and earth?

But there are exceptions to everything.

Shi Wuwei's vertical and horizontal decision in the body is the most domineering exercise in heaven and earth.

In addition, after learning the vertical and horizontal skills, its muscles and veins themselves are much tougher and thicker than ordinary martial artists.

Therefore, the meridians in his body should be able to control the medicinal effect of this Taixuan Pill.

Only, that being said.

But in fact, the condition in his body is only in a state of resistance. Although the vertical and horizontal internal forces are extremely domineering, it is still difficult to suppress the danger in the efficacy of medicine after all.

So when he took the Taixuan Pill and refined his exercises, he saw that he began to tremble slightly, and his brows were furrowed, and he was sweating all over.

At this moment, the medicinal effect is constantly pouring into the dantian and surging everywhere in the body.

And at this moment, he seemed to feel an indescribable pain, as if someone had put a fierce fire in his dantian, and instead of weakening with the passage of time, this fire swept all corners of his body in a more violent way.

…..

Time passed in silence.

Two hours later, all the elixirs in his abdomen had been refined.

However, when he closed his eyes and looked inwardly at his body, he found that after this pill had been refined, it had produced a stream of red air like flames.

This air flow was already filling his dantian at this moment, swimming and filling all his meridians.

Originally, before refining the elixir, his dantian and meridians were still full of pale ink-colored true qi.

But after taking the medicine and refining it, that fiery red air flow poured into his dantian.

Subsequently, the original light ink-colored true qi was forced to the corner by this fiery red air current.

Fortunately, the art of vertical and horizontal is not in vain.

Even under the strong pressure of this medicinal effect, the true qi was still not dispersed by that air current. Instead, they came together.

Although the amount of True Qi has decreased a lot compared to before taking the medicine, the remaining True Qi is holding together to resist the strong pressure.

And after the fiery red air currents forced the pale ink-colored true qi into the corner, he could no longer move it.

If someone looks at it carefully, they can even feel that the light ink qi that has been forced into the corner is exuding an incomparable domineering meaning.

It was precisely because of the medicinal effect of this Quanqing Pill that some of the impurities in Shi Wuwei's true qi were dispersed, leaving behind a pure domineering aura. This remaining domineering aura is already enough to resist and faintly suppress the fierceness in the medicinal effect.

This also made Shi Wuwei's dantian at that time reach a state of relative equilibrium.

Due to the passage of time, the small black true qi in the corner of the dantian seemed to be getting stronger and stronger, and it was devouring and absorbing the fiery red air flow at a very weak speed, a speed that was difficult for ordinary people to find. Every time the red air flow is absorbed, the black qi will grow stronger and more domineering.

This microscopic war did not just take place in Shi Wuwei's dantian, but in every corner of his body.

Although the fiery red air flow brought Shi Wuwei incomparably pain, as if he was in a furnace. But he can really feel that his internal force is growing slightly.

Whether it is the quantity of internal forces, or the quality.