On an unknown mountain peak outside Jinyang City, at this time, there was a fat young man standing with his hands in his hands. Although the black clothes on his body were simple and plain, the materials used were quite elegant, and only the rich and noble could wear them in this way.

It will be the top of the mountain, and the mountains will be seen at a glance. The fat man stood proudly on the mountain, looking at the verdant eyes and the rising sun, but there was no open-minded comfort on his face, but there was a faint cloud of melancholy between his eyebrows, and the twisted eyebrows made his already small eyes smaller. The fat man is not good-looking, but he stands there like this, but he has a majesty that has been in the top position for a long time, which makes people dare not take it lightly.

Fifty meters behind the fat man, about fifty strong men in armor stood as tall as pines, and their eyes like falcons patrolled around, very alert.

The weather is clear and the wind is smooth, but because of the breath of the fat man, this vibrant, beautiful and soft scenery has lost its original color, except for the occasional insects and birds, the wind and grass, and the mountain top is very quiet and depressing.

I don't know how long it took, there was a sudden sound of footsteps at the bottom of the mountain, and all the guards looked nervous, and they all looked down the mountain, and saw three figures at the foot of the mountain, which were rushing towards the top of the mountain. Although the mountain peak was not very steep, it took some effort for the guards to come up, but the people at the foot of the mountain were walking very fast.

It didn't take long for the three people under the mountain to come to the top of the mountain, but if they didn't see the fifty guardian satellite TV, they still ran towards the fat man as fast as the wind. The guard commander's heart sank, and he immediately shouted: "Protect the prince!" As he spoke, the steel knife in his hand was slashed off in response, like a white horse, slashing towards the people who came to the front with the momentum of Mount Tai's overwhelming top. The other guards did not dare to slack off, and drew their swords one after another, shouting and shouting in their mouths, and the sound was terrifying.

In the face of dozens of cold steel knives, the three of them were not afraid, and the speed on their feet was not only not reduced, but faster. The gray-haired old man at the head sneered even more, and his body swept into the middle of the guards like a whirlwind.

In the blink of an eye, there was a "clanging", the chaotic sound of gold and iron clashing, and the fifty guards were knocked back, but the three took advantage of the situation to cross the blockade of the guards and swaggered towards the fat man.

"The thief is gone!" The commander of the guard ignored the boredom in his chest and the horror in his heart, and roared angrily and once again raised his sword and pounced on the last enemy, his eyes as red as bloodthirsty, and his whole body was full of murderous energy.

"I can't help myself!" Walking at the end was a middle-aged man, with a long sword in blue, so chic. Hearing the strong wind coming from behind, he laughed in his mouth, and the long sword "clanged" out of its sheath, like a spirit snake out of a hole, stabbing at the guard leader quickly and fiercely.

Although the man in blue did not look back, his back seemed to have eyes, and the long sword in his hand was like a cold star, and it quickly stabbed into the throat of the guard leader.

Seeing that his throat was about to be pierced and he was about to die, the Captain of the Guard's eyes widened in horror, and he tried to stop his rush forward, but it was too late.

"Keep people under the sword!" Just as the middle-aged man's long sword was about to stab the guard leader, the fat man standing with his hands turned around and shouted loudly.

"Poof!"

The middle-aged man's wrist trembled slightly, and the tip of his sword shook, not into the throat of the Guardian Commander, but into his right shoulder.

"Ahh The commander of the guards screamed in pain, the steel knife in his right hand could no longer be grasped, and he fell to the ground with a "dang long", and he tightly covered the bleeding wound with his left hand, his face turned pale, and his eyes were full of horror and pain.

"Stop! These are the king's honored guests, how can you be so rude? Don't make amends soon! The guards, who were a little slower to react and half a beat, were about to attack again, but the fat man shouted and cursed.

The guards looked frightened and hurriedly apologized, but the three people didn't look at them, and their expressions were quite arrogant.

"Several masters have come from afar, this king has lost his welcome, and he hopes to forgive his sins!" The fat man saluted the three middle-aged men without being humble or arrogant.

"The prince is polite, polite!" The old man who was the leader of the three hugged his fists slightly, and then stroked the long beard under his chin with one hand and said lightly.

A trace of imperceptible anger flashed in the fat man's eyes, but his face was full of respectful and happy smiles: "I haven't asked a few masters for their names yet!" ”

"The old man's surname is Zhang, and the two behind him are the most outstanding disciples in my sect." The old man paused, pointed to the man in blue and continued, "This is Luo Song." Then, he pointed to another eighteen or nineteen-year-old young man dressed in white, with a delicate appearance and a proud expression, and said, "This is thunder! ”

"Mr. Zhang is magnificent, walking like a tiger, at first glance, he is an unborn master, and the two behind him are also a talent, which is admirable!" The fat man looked at the three of them carefully and admired respectfully.

"The prince is falsely praised, and he is ashamed!" The man in blue, that is, Luo Song, hurriedly smiled modestly and said, but the young man beside him hummed softly, with a proud expression on his face, obviously thinking that what the fat man said was the truth.

What a crazy boy, I'll clean you up when this king is done!

The fat man forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, and asked in a low voice with a smile on his face: "Mr. Zhang, I don't know what you have to teach this king this time?" ”

"I'm glad that I will arrive in Bingzhou in three days, and I hope that the prince will entertain him well!" When the old man mentioned that he was happy, his expression obviously became a little gloomy, and there was a compelling aura on his body, which made the fat man standing next to him brow and jump vigorously.

"Mr. Zhang, I am happy to be the prince of the Sui Dynasty, the prince of Beiping County, the general of the Che Cavalry, the history of the Shuozhou Thorn, and the status is not less than me, not only is the martial arts superb and brave, but also the great meritorious man in the eyes of the saint, if this king makes it difficult for him, I am afraid that it will cause dissatisfaction with the saint!" The fat man looked at the old man surnamed Zhang with a worried face, and said hesitantly.

The old man surnamed Zhang frowned, his face became heavier, but his cloudy eyes stared at the fat man with a clear light, and said gloomily: "What the prince said is really true? If so, then be an old man who has nothing to say! After speaking, the old man quickly turned around, shouted "Let's go", and took a big stride to go down the mountain.

The fat man was speechless, his face was blue and white, and he was extremely angry in his heart, but he quickly regained his composure, caught up a few steps, and stopped Luo Song and the three people who were about to go down the mountain: "Mr. Zhang, please stay!" ”

"I don't know what else the prince commands?" The old man surnamed Zhang sneered at the corner of his mouth, and looked at the fat man lightly.

The embarrassment on the fat man's face flashed for a moment, and he said with a smile: "Mr. Zhang, although this king has infinite scenery, he has a last resort, I hope you will be more considerate!" After a pause, the fat man's face showed a touch of sadness and bitterness, and then said: "Although this king is in charge of the state, but most of his subordinates are the minions and ears of traitorous people, not to mention that the administration is constrained, and the people under his rule are even more miserable, but this king is infamous for nothing!" ”

"Rejoicing is the merit of the Holy Lord's appointment, and if he is treated unfairly, he will inevitably incur the Holy Blame! In the past two years, this king has been walking on thin ice, cautious, and he really does not dare to anger the saint and find trouble! ”

"I see, but the old man blamed the prince!" The old man surnamed Zhang's face was a little pale, but he obviously didn't have any sense of apology, "Lord Wang, that happy fortune is just right, but it is very good for you!" ”

"Will the plan be released? I hope Mr. Zhang will teach me! The fat man raised his eyebrows and asked in a deep voice.

"Lord Wang, come here with your ears." When the old man surnamed Zhang approached, he whispered in his ear. No one else knows what the two said, but judging from their grim smiles, it was clear that they had bad intentions.

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Looking up at Jinyang City, he sighed with joy. Three years ago, the scene when he first came to Jinyang is still vivid, but after the rebellion of King Gao Si of Nan'an, although the majestic Jinyang City is still the same, the mottled traces on the city wall still show the tragedy of the war, and then look at Jinyang City, it is still a little bleak.

Although Gao Sihao's rebellion is a historical inevitability, happiness is the driving force behind it, and the lives of those who died in the Jinyang war sounded, and happiness couldn't help but feel a little guilty and sad in his heart.

For a long time, happiness dispelled the complicated emotions in his heart, led the horse, and slowly walked towards Jinyang City. When he entered the city, he was happy and went straight to the palace of the king of Ande.

After a short time, he stopped in front of King Ande's mansion, looked at the luxurious mansion in front of him, and then looked at the ragged people who could be seen everywhere on the street, and couldn't help but pout his lips, and a cold color flashed in his eyes.

The perverted family really has the same temperament, arrogant and extravagant, violent and wanton, Gao Changgong can clean himself and be a maverick, I have to say that it is a miracle!

Without waiting for the Xianbei guards guarding the door to come forward to interrogate, he happily handed over the gilded customs clearance documents and names, "Quickly go to your prince, and say that the prince of Sui, the prince of Beiping County, and the general of the Che Cavalry are happy to come to report!" ”

The four officials in front of the prime minister's door, although these guards are arrogant and unreasonable on weekdays, they also know that the prince of Sui, the prince of Beiping County, and the general of the chariot and cavalry are extraordinary figures, and they dare not have the slightest slack, and while saluting respectfully, they quickly rushed into the door to report.

Seeing that the confined vermilion lacquer door was still closed, listening to the faint sound coming from inside the door, he couldn't help but sneer secretly when he was happy: Want to give me a dismount? Hmph, I'm here to see what tricks you can pull off?

After a quarter of an hour, the huge vermilion lacquer gate slowly opened, and a long shout came from inside the door: "The prince of Sui has entered the mansion!" The voice dragged on for a long time, but it omitted the other titles of joy, and the meaning of which was really easy to ponder.

Happy smiled lightly, handed the reins of the horse in his hand to the guards beside him, flicked the dust on his shirt and walked calmly towards the palace of King Ande.

On both sides of the gate stood two teams of 100 guards, all of whom were strong men with big shoulders and round waists, tall oxen and big horses, standing as tall as pines, with solemn faces and faint bloody gases on their bodies.

"Rack the knife!"

As soon as he entered the gate, a long shout came from the second gate. As soon as the words fell, the two teams of guards in the door took out the steel knife on their waists and held it high above their heads, forming a door composed of steel knives.