After adding wine and drinking a glass together, Zhuangzi picked up the long knife again, and the ghostly fingers tapped briskly on the back of the knife, Wu Yong was able to keep up with the rhythm at first, but soon he couldn't see clearly, watching countless finger shadows collide with the long knife, and the sound made had an indescribable sense of rhythm, which gave people an illusion that Zhuangzi was not knocking a knife, but a musical instrument.

Everyone guessed a few more times, each time the number of Ganyin was the closest, but compared to the actual number of strokes, there was still a lot of difference, Tu Hao was in high spirits, pulled Zhuangzi's students to call him brother, persuaded him to serve the Jin Kingdom, and promised a lot of wealth and glory. Zhuangzi's student Le Shuo shyly refused Tu Hao's recruitment, and Gan Yin rarely talked at night, basically observing Zhuangzi and Le Shuo, occasionally revealing to Wu Yong his perception of Zhuangzi's techniques.

Back to his own shop, Wu Yong tossed and turned, couldn't sleep for a long time, his mind was full of Zhuangzi's swift and lightning, phantom fingers, the long knife was repeatedly knocked on the fingers, pitted, and finally broken into two pieces, Zhuangzi was still unfinished, and knocked up on the desk, the wooden long case was knocked down by Zhuangzi, gradually shrunk, and turned into a two-foot square cyan strange board, there are many squares engraved with strange words on the front of the strange board, and the word blocks seem to be alive and rising, Zhuangzi's fingers are accurately placed on the raised block every time, and the more the block rises, the faster Zhuangzi's fingers move, and there is a silent game between the block and Zhuangzi's fingers.

Suddenly, Zhuangzi raised his head and smiled at Wu Yong, but the face was not Zhuangzi, but the black-robed man who had brought him out from Hongshui, with pale complexion, bright red lips, and a slender fishy tongue slid out of his mouth, twisting and running towards himself.

"Ahh Wu Yong broke out in a cold sweat, looked around, and realized that it was a dream.

Seeing that Guchi's troops are increasing day by day, due to the echo with Xining, the Jin army has not been able to attack with peace of mind, and when the soldiers, horses, grain and grass are ready, the next move of the Qin army is to go straight down the river and storm the remaining two big cities along the river, and the situation is extremely grim. Tu Hao and Gan Yin argued in the tent for a long time, and they didn't think of the best way to solve the dilemma in front of them, Tu Sheng sat on the side and listened to it extremely boring, this kind of verbal argument was very boring, in his opinion, it was far less effective than finding a team of Qin troops to fight now. Tu Hao advocated a strong attack on Xining, even if it was a big price, it would be taken, which would pose a huge threat to Guchi, and whether the Qin army took the water or land route, the Jin army could attack head-on or follow it in pursuit. Gan Yin, on the other hand, insisted on setting up obstacles on the waterways and controlling the waterways, preferring to let the Qin army take the land route than let them control the waterway, as long as the battle dragged on, it would definitely be unfavorable to the Qin army.

The sentinel who went deep into the rear of the Qin army brought back a very important piece of information, a group of Qi people who had lived in Qin for a long time set off from Xianyang a few days ago, and their destination should be Guchi. The shipbuilding technology of the Qi people is unparalleled in the world, and the Qin State has supported this group of Qi people for many years, which shows that this dispatch of troops is a long-planned thing.

A canyon dozens of miles away from Hangu Pass, the cliff is high and steep, there is only a narrow and winding path at the bottom of the valley, walk below, look up and see only a line of blue sky, the local people call it "a line of sky", except for the medicine farmers who collect herbs on weekdays, no one else passes by here.

A group of dozens of people, carrying heavy burdens, walked through the rugged valley. Many of them were armed and dressed in light armor, and they looked around nervously, always on the lookout for possible dangers.

Meng Yan was told that the secret of the Qi people had been leaked when he sent a letter to Guguan, and the Jin people were very likely to set up ambushes and snipers along the way, and the Jin people who could sneak from hundreds of miles away and come to the territory of the Qin State were certainly not ordinary people, but Meng Yan was extremely confident in his ability, since Meng Tian followed the prince ridiculously north, he has always promised himself to be the first person of the new generation of the Montessori clan, and this escort of the Qi people is just a small test for him, and in the future, he will command thousands of troops and horses to gallop in the vast world and establish immortal achievements.

At the top of the cliff, another group of men in black lay quietly on the edge of the cliff, watching the people below enter their trap step by step like they were staring at their prey.

Zhao Yan is the captain of this sniper operation, as a branch of the Zhao clan that is gradually being squeezed out, he has an irrepressible desire for honor, so he did not join the Zhao clan's flying feather cavalry, but chose Tu Lu's Red Fox Army, he has to rely on his own strength to bring his people back to the upper echelons of the Zhao clan.

Two young people with the same ideals meet here, and they need to use each other's lives to realize their ideals.

Zhao Yan saw that the last person had entered the sniper circle, raised the short knife in his right hand, and was the first to fly down from the cliff. The other team members comprehended, like countless black birds flying and falling in the air, falling so fast that Qin Jun didn't even have time to draw his bow and shoot arrows.

Zhao Yan pounced directly on Meng Yan, and he had already observed on the cliff that he should be the core figure in this group, as long as he was killed in the shortest possible time, the Qin army would lose the ability to resist.

Zhao Yan's short knife with purple light burned the surrounding air, and the whole person was like a sharp arrow shot out, stabbing directly at Meng Yan.

Meng Yan's long sword was wide and square, thick and bladeless, and it flickered deftly in his hand, colliding with the short knife dozens of times in an instant, and each time it burst out with dazzling white light.

Both sides underestimated each other's strength, and Zhao Yan didn't expect that the other party's long sword was actually made of meteoric iron, and it was indistinguishable from the molten short knife in terms of material.

It's just that the other Qin soldiers are not all equipped with such sophisticated weapons, and as soon as the weapons of several Qin soldiers come into contact with the short knives of the Jin people, they quickly dissolve like snow meets the sun, not only the weapons, but even the bodies are easily torn apart by the short knives like mud. The left side of a Qin soldier's body had been dissolved, but he didn't say a word, and took advantage of the moment when the short knife stayed in his body, and slammed the blade in his hand into the opponent's heart.

"Kill all the people first." Zhao Yan only brought eight people, and everyone had to die worthwhile. The Qi people sat in a group, dozens of Qin soldiers blocked the front, and the two Jin soldiers brandished the dissolving short knife and rushed directly to the Qin soldiers who resisted.

The weapons of the two sides were directly intertwined, and the Qin soldiers who dared to collide their weapons directly were all expensive weapons made of meteoric iron, and the two Jin soldiers immediately fell into a heavy encirclement, leaving the four Jin soldiers to go around to the other side and attack the weak protection direction. Soon, several Qin soldiers in this direction melted into a pool of blood like candles. The four Jin soldiers were getting closer and closer to the Qi people, and the short knives in their hands seemed to be eager to shoot out fiery red flames.