"For decades, our Daqi and Zhou have regarded each other as mortal enemies, and they have been in endless disputes, and they have tolerated and wooed the Turks in every possible way, but they have made them bigger, so that they have become a big problem at the end, and they have become a big problem for their henchmen. In recent years, the Turks have become more and more ambitious, relying on Humvees to harass their neighbors, especially the smaller tribes, who are enslaved and bullied.

As far as the child knows, the Khitan has long been opposed, but he is alone, and there is Ku Moxi watching from the side, so he does not dare to act rashly. If we can give the Khitan some supplies to make them stronger, even if they don't take the initiative to provoke the Turks, presumably the Turks will not sit idly by.

As long as the Turks have no time to look south, we can take the opportunity to stabilize the situation and integrate all the forces, and then even if the three families attack, the children will let them be defeated, and there will be no return! ”

The murderous intent in his eyes floated in his eyes, the smile on the corner of his mouth was as cold as ice, and his tone was full of strong confidence.

Gao Changgong looked at the joy with satisfaction, and said with emotion: "My father thought that you were befriending the Khitan prince in order to form a cavalry, but I didn't expect that you had already planned far ahead and prevented trouble, and you couldn't do it for your father!" ”

Happy smiled a little embarrassedly: "Father has won the prize!" ”

Gao Changgong shook his head with a smile, paused, and said, "Your strategy is good, but how can you guarantee that the Khitan will not become another Turk?" ”

Happy raised his eyebrows, and said with a confident smile: "Father, the Turks seem to be numerous and powerful, but they lack organizational training, they are just a rabble, and they are not productive, and they are destined to be unable to fight for a long time, these are their fatal weaknesses. As long as we grasp their weaknesses and strike head-on, the Turks will be defeated.

In the Han Dynasty, Huo Qu was sick and could drink Ma Hanhai and seal the wolf Juxu, didn't his father have the confidence to pacify the Turks? As long as I am strong enough, if I want the Khitan to be born, he will be born, and if I want him to die, how can he live? ”

Gao Changgong looked happy in a daze, and his heart was stirred because of the shock, and even the blood in his body was boiling.

A real strong man, how can he be afraid, even if the enemy is extremely powerful, I still have to go head-on, even if thousands of people go alone, only with such pride, such ambition can we truly be proud of the world!

After a long time, Gao Changgong said softly: "Xing'er, do whatever you want, for my father I will give you a stable rear, and for my father I look forward to the day when you will reach the peak of your life, so even if I Gao Changgong is pointed out by thousands of people and spurned by my ancestors, it is worth it." ”

Although Gao Changgong's tone was soft, these plain words were like a hot current, pouring into his heart, and then spreading into his limbs, filling him with infinite strength, and the deep father's love also made the eyes of this firm, iron-like man moisten at that moment.

"Daddy, the baby won't let you down."

……

Under the soft breeze and the warm morning light, a melodious and soft piano sound dispelled the last trace of darkness of the night and woke up the sleeping Jinyang City.

The sound of the piano comes from the backyard of the Regent's Palace, the person who strokes the piano is a young woman, wearing a long black dress, the slender jade fingers like spring onions are lightly picked and twisted slowly, and the sound of pearls and jade falling on the plate comes out from afar, and the bright eyes of the good eyes are closely watching the courtyard, the silky affection in the eyes is like a lake of spring water, and the smile on the red lips is even more discolored.

Following the woman's gaze, I saw a young man, with a long body, jade face and red lips, eyebrows, eyes, mouth and nose, all of them were delicate and handsome, handsome and handsome, which made the woman envious and jealous, and a white dress made him plump and handsome, chic and dusty.

The man stood casually under an ancient tree in the middle of the courtyard, his legs were slightly separated, his feet were not eight, his hands were naturally hanging on the side of his legs, his eyes were slightly lowered, quietly staring at the long sword inserted in front of him, his eyes were deep and silent, like a cold pool without the slightest wave, the whole person seemed to be an ancient sculpture, looking at the Songhai mulberry field, and was not moved.

I don't know how long it took, the still man suddenly moved, and his right hand, which was hanging by his side, suddenly pulled the long sword in front of him out of the ground, and at the same time took a step forward with his left foot, and stabbed forward with his right hand. His movements are not fast, but his hand holding the sword is as steady as a rock, and his movements are as smooth as flowing clouds without the slightest delay, giving people a pleasing feeling to the eye.

"Whew-"

The long sword tore through the air, making a low whistling sound, and the strong wind that swayed actually shattered a few leaves three meters away, but the face of the man in white was joyless and sad, the long sword stagnated slightly in the air, and even if it was withdrawn by him, it was stabbed out again, whether it was the angle, speed, or strength, it was the same as Fang Cai.

In the melodious sound of the piano, the man in white kept repeating the same action, his face was persistent and dignified, his eyes were still silent and deep, and there was only the reflection of the long sword in his hand in his dark pupils.

When the sky was bright, the last wisp of the piano sound dissipated, and the man in white also put away his sword and stood, exhaling a long breath of white gas, which was as condensed as a sharp sword, and shot straight out for more than a foot before slowly dissipating.

At this time, the silent eyes of the man in white finally had a touch of brilliance, his white face was covered with a layer of sweat the size of beans in an instant, and the clothes on his back were soaked with sweat, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

"Husband, it's hard work, wipe your face!" The girl in black slowly came to the man in white, with a pair of wonderful eyes and affection, and her voice was soft and delicate, she said while gently wiping the sweat on the face of the man in white.

"Hua'er, I'll do it myself!" The man in white smiled indulgently, plunged his sword back into the ground, and then took the handkerchief from the woman in black and wiped the sweat from his face.

"Husband, can there be a breakthrough?" The woman in black asked as she flicked off the debris of fallen leaves on the man in white.

The man in white sighed, shook his head and said, "It's just one foot away from the door, but it's always impossible to get out." Cultivation is not a matter of forcible demand, but gradually! Although I can't use my internal strength now, my body is better than before, and I just took this opportunity to carefully understand the martial arts and get out of my own way. ”

The woman in black chuckled and nodded vigorously: "I personally believe that with my husband's ingenuity, I will definitely succeed!" ”

"Borrow your auspicious words, let's go, it's not too early, I've been practicing all morning, and I'm a little hungry!" The man in white returned the handkerchief to the woman, carried the long sword upside down in his left hand, and led the latter's soft little hand with his right hand towards the room.

This man and woman are happy with Zhang Lihua.

Since Gao Xing was injured, Yuan Tiangang has been living in the Regent's Palace, one is to secretly protect the regent Gao Changgong, and the other is to think about ways to restore Gao Gao's strength. Regarding the happy speculation, Yuan Tiangang, Sun Simiao and Yuqing Daoist also basically agreed that if they wanted to recover their skills, the only way to break through the current bottleneck was to be happy.

The cultivation of essence, qi, and god by a martial artist is divided into three stages, namely: refining and refining qi, refining qi and transforming gods, and refining gods to return to emptiness.

There are many monks in the world, I don't know how many, but most of them are in the stage of refining and refining qi, even if they reach the peak, they are not rare, these people are all heroic, such as Liu Zhong, the Golden King of the Holy Fire Sect, and those who can enter the refining of qi and transforming the gods are even rarer, and Yuan Tiangang, who is known as the world's first master, is a figure at this level.

According to Yuan Tiangang's judgment, Xingxing is at the peak of refining and refining gas, facing a breakthrough. At this level, it is no longer necessary to accumulate true qi by meditating, but to realize the "Tao", which is a kind of mystical and mysterious, and can only understand the ineffable. If you don't realize it, you will be able to stop here in this life, and it will be difficult to advance.

In the previous life, because of the prosperity of thermal weapons, martial arts declined greatly, and countless peerless skills were lost, so that I was happy to cultivate the "Longevity Formula" to the fifth level, and I was proud of the others, and there were few enemies in the world. And although Xing Xing stretched out his hand extraordinary, he did not have a deep understanding of the martial arts, and he fought with others more with unparalleled speed and strength.

Now, Yuan Tiangang is right in front of him, how can he not ask for advice when he is happy, but although Yuan Tiangang did not refuse, that kind of mysterious level is really not something that words can describe and teach. In the end, Yuan Tiangang decided to practice a swordsmanship, hoping that he would be able to experience it.

I happily remember clearly that yesterday was also in this small courtyard, Yuan Tiangang just waved his hand, and he felt that the heaven and the earth were also dimmed in an instant, the space around him instantly froze, and the heart seemed to be controlled by an invisible force, and that depressing feeling made him almost crazy, and the stone table about half a foot thick three meters away from Yuan Tiangang turned into powder in his seemingly fluttering wave, and the ground with a radius of three meters also sank half an inch.

At that moment, Happy was soaked in sweat, and boundless fear and excitement enveloped his body and mind. It never occurred to him that someone could instill fear him, so fearful that he couldn't even think of fighting back. He was excited because he saw a brand-new martial arts door open in front of him, and he looked forward to the day when he could reach Yuan Tiangang's height, or even surpass him.

It is precisely because of this that I am happy to calm down, start from the beginning, start practicing from the most basic sword moves, to understand, to explore my own sword intent, my own martial arts. Zhang Lihua is good at music, just to be happy to stroke the piano, which is beneficial to him carefully concentrating, and this is what happened in the morning.

After breakfast, I was happy to go to the barracks to inspect it, but I heard from the porter that there was a visitor.

"Who's coming?"

"Back to the little prince, the person who came claimed to be from Yingzhou, and his surname was Wang Yan."

"Wang Yan? He's back? Happy suddenly stood up from his seat in surprise and shouted: "Quickly lead Wang Yangongzi to the living room, so that you can entertain you, if you lose etiquette, don't blame me for being polite!" ”

"Yes!" The porter was clever, and left in a hurry after agreeing, but he was a little surprised in his heart, that Wang Yan was just a young businessman, an unknown person, why did he let the little prince lose his temper?