"Changge, our Zhao family is originally the descendants of King Qin, so every generation of our Zhao family is born with the heavy responsibility of restoring the country."

Thirty years ago, Zhao Changge, who was only five or six years old, knelt in the ancestral sacrifice hall, and in front of him was Zhao's father in a white shirt.

The young Zhao Changge looked at the ring ruler in his father's hand, and did not dare to move at all, he knew that he had to remember his father's words today in his mind.

This year, Zhao's father gave birth to a third son, but the Zhao Mansion, which should have been jubilant, seemed very deserted, and there was almost no extra silver to pay the wages of the servants and maids of the Zhao family.

"My Zhao family is still martial, and Changge can learn the qidao skills handed down from my clan from the previous dynasty today."

Seeing his father's red Dao light accumulating more and more, a red eight-clawed dragon was already hovering in the courtyard in the next moment, although it was limited, but Zhao Changge, who was seven or eight years old, was puzzled in his heart.

At this time, he didn't know that this was the dragon qi that Qin Wangzheng handed down, and at this time, he didn't even understand why our surname was Zhao and why Qin Wang's surname was Ying.

"Father, I don't want to practice martial arts, I want to study!" Zhao Changge, who was eleven years old that year, knelt in the hall, now he already knew that Yingzheng's surname was Zhao, and now he already knew the power of the Dragon Command.

But he was not fascinated by it, his qi cultivation had not improved at all in the past few years, and he preferred to put it in his study and look at the sage book with his head bored ******** a little wooden.

Zhao's father's whip was ruthlessly whipped on Zhao Changge's weak body, but at the age of eleven, he had no intention of giving in, and he was willing to scold his father.

My mother had passed away two years ago, and the eight-year-old second brother watched his father get angry and hid behind a chair and didn't dare to speak. And the six-year-old third brother cried and stood in front of his eldest brother, as if he was unwilling to leave.

"That's it! That's it! Father Zhao weakly threw away the leather whip in his hand and walked to the backyard, while the three brothers in the hall were already hugging and crying...

Four years later, Zhao's father was already fifty-six, looking at the eldest son sitting in the main hall, he said slowly: "This is the only silver ingot left in our Zhao family, Changge, you take it to the capital to find a good master..."

Father Zhao took out a blue cloth package from his arms and handed it to his son, sighed and said: "You are already fifteen years old, and your father can't teach you any poetry and literature. ”

In the second year of Guangsheng, Zhao Changge, who was only fifteen years old, left his hometown with a package almost bigger than his body, Zhao's father held his son Zhao Feng with one hand and his third son Zhao Changfeng with the other, and his eyes gradually became wet when he watched the back of his eldest son leave.

"Father, father, why did the eldest brother leave us?"

Father Zhao quickly withdrew his tears, squatted down and touched the third son's head and said, "Your eldest brother went to the capital to learn skills, and when he comes back, he will turn Changfeng into a dragon trick!" ”

"Great, great! Big brother is so good! "Zhao Changfeng danced happily...

In the past five years, the twenty-year-old Zhao Changge has become a popular talent in the capital, not only famous in Emperor Shun City, but also a closed disciple of the popular Fang Huifang University Scholar under the old monarch Liu Yu.

Thinking of the bitterness of coming to the capital at that time, Zhao Changge, who was in the prime of his life, smiled stupidly, looked at the blue package in the room, and he didn't spend the silver ingots his father gave him to this day.

But his father couldn't come back, Zhao Changge's smirking face gradually became bitter, and his eyes were a little wet, ten days ago he had received a letter from his second brother's family, saying that his father had died of a serious illness one day, and he had been chanting the name of his wanderer when he died.

At that time, the Zhao family must not be able to afford to use the horse, just relying on this letter from Yinzhou to Emperor Shun City, it may take three or four days, at first Zhao Changge, who received the letter, was still calculating the time of his father's death, and then he directly overturned the table, broke the flower pot, and secretly swore in his heart that he would not return to his hometown if he did not become famous!

Fang Hui, the teacher, is very good to Zhao Changge, all the academics, strategies, and opinions are all taught, coupled with his outstanding talent, at the age of twenty-five, he has already reached the late stage of the university.

Fang Hui has a little son, Zhao Changge has a little junior brother, he is also very interested in the little junior brother, this thirteen-year-old boy has not loved his father's literary theories since he was a child, he prefers to listen to the anecdotes of those chivalrous swordsmen, and in his free time, he has to take his small wooden sword to fiddle in the courtyard.

The little junior brother is very much like himself when he was young, he doesn't love the ancestral skills of the family, but the little junior brother is not as bitter as he was in his childhood, and the teacher Fang Hui doesn't seem to be too opposed to the little junior brother's martial arts, and even found a large number of martial arts books for him to watch and learn.

Four years later, Zhao Changge already knew from the letters that his third brother had broken through to the prince, and he was eager to make contributions.

At this time, Hu Lu was plundering, and the talents of the level of princes were also urgently needed by the empire, and after informing his master, Zhao Changfeng, who was recommended by Fang Hui, naturally became the general of Zhenghu and was named the Marquis of Pingyuan.

Zhao Changfeng went on an expedition, Zhao Changge naturally wanted to return to Yinzhou to sit in the Zhao family, after the trip with his master, he returned to his heart like an arrow, and on the first day he returned to Yinzhou, he cried bitterly in front of his father's grave.

"Father, don't worry, the third brother has broken through the prince, and the son is soon, the son swore in front of his father's grave today that he will be the patron saint of the Zhao family, and he will definitely not show his strength until the last resort."

That year, Zhao Changge was twenty-nine years old, after returning to Yinzhou, the major families came to congratulate one after another, that year Zhao Changfeng led 50,000 elite soldiers to break the Anzhou Hulu, meritorious service, that year there was a mysterious swordsman in the capital to kill the prince of Hulu under the Shun Emperor City...

"I'm determined!"

Zhao Changge ordered his horse to rise, it seemed to be lighter than Fang Shuliu and Zhao Changfeng, and the feather fan in his right hand directly set off a momentum of thousands of troops and horses that rushed directly at Fang Shuliu.

The thousands of iron horses that were still running just now actually stopped abruptly with Zhao Changge's voice, and the rain that had been solidified by Fang Shuliu poured down as if it had exploded.

After the gust of wind swept over the phantom of the military horse, only a click was heard, and thousands of phantoms should have cracked, and the next moment, they had already dispersed one after another, turning into yellow sand in the sky.

"Zhao Changfeng, it's really you!"

Fang Shuliu looked intently and saw a middle-aged Confucian man dressed as a man, with a silver crown on his head, a white robe wrapped around his body, and a feather fan blessing.

"Little junior brother." Zhao Changge patted the dust on his body, and then said to Fang Shuliu again: "Don't come here if you haven't seen you for so many years!" ”

"Whew!" Fang Shuliu spat fiercely, and a trace of ruthlessness suddenly flashed on his handsome face: "Zhao Changge, let me tell you, I have never had any senior brother, and that old thing is not my teacher!" ”

Fang Shuliu was not verbose, and appeared behind Zhao Changge after a dodge, and the thin sword in his hand shook out more than a dozen sword flowers in an instant, aiming at Zhao Changge's vest is a sword.

Zhao Changge didn't turn around, a confident smile appeared on his shrewd face, and the azure Dao light on his body burst out like a bursting embankment, quickly enveloping his whole person.

"I say keep it!" Zhao Changge shook the feather fan, and Fang Shuliu, who was stabbing the sword, instantly felt a strong pressure, the thin sword in his hand couldn't hurt the light at all, let alone Zhao Changge's person.

"I'll scatter!" Zhao Changge whispered again, and the Dao light on his body was immediately like a magnet, and all the thunder and lightning in the rain were sucked into it by him.

The next second

The Dao light that contained the power of heaven and earth burst violently into the surroundings in an instant, and that layer of qi directly blasted the sand around dozens of miles with Zhao Changge as the center into a huge semicircular pit.

Zhao Changfeng had already retreated to the Chinese army when his brother appeared, and the injuries on both sides of Zhao Changge had to affect at least a few hundred people from the previous army.

A pile of yellow sand suddenly came out, Fang Shuliu shook the sand on his body, a large mouthful of blood had been spit out of his mouth, looking at the man who claimed to be his senior brother, he was faintly afraid.

"I didn't expect you to take that step!" Fang Shuliu said weakly.

Zhao Changge did not answer.

"As the old thing said, if you reach the princehood, don't try it lightly.

And you tried it anyway! ”

"Hahaha!" Fang Shuliu laughed loudly regardless of the injuries on his body, pointed at Zhao Changge with the thin sword in his hand, and then said, "Study and become a marquis!" I'm afraid you're the first in Kyushu in hundreds of years! ”

Fang Shuliu looked sideways and asked, "Is there a title?" ”

Zhao Changfeng turned around and replied, "Call yourself Qin Wenhou." ”

"What a Qin Wenhou!" Fang Shuliu laughed again, "What a Zhao Changge, do you really think this is still your Great Qin hundreds of years ago?" ”

The rain in Luohe came and went quickly, and Fang Shuliu pointed to the sky without laughing.

Zhao Changge, who was a hundred steps away, stood with his hands in his hands.

"Kill!"

I don't know where I gave the order, and the soldiers on both sides ignited in an instant, the cavalry shuttled through the battlefield, the archers fired indiscriminately on the back, the halberd soldiers were harvesting the cavalry, and the heavy infantry was roaring and charging.

And in this brawl of nearly 200,000 people, no one dared to approach that semicircular pit.

"I'm not as good as you, but I won't throw in the towel easily today!"

"The dynasty of the Liu family should have changed a long time ago, we are just following the trend!"

The two no longer communicated, and the thin sword that Fang Shuliu placed in the sky became heavy as if it had drunk the qi of heaven and earth.

The one hand holding the sword gradually turned into two hands, and the wind swept through the clouds, and the sky was already full of blue light.

A layer of wind pushes a layer of sand, indescribably majestic.

The eyes were lost, where the sand waves were monstrous, a few horse roars came to the wind, and tens of thousands of military horses appeared out of thin air, which seemed to be more powerful than when they were against Zhao Changfeng.

The two of them are not far away, and the advance of one soldier and one horse seems to be a fatal blow to this nearly forty-year-old weak scholar!

"Little junior brother, I said, if you leave Yinzhou with your soldiers and horses now, we will definitely not touch a single cold hair of your Luohe defenders!"

Zhao Changge looked at the flying military horses in the sky, he had already frowned, he was no longer so confident, no longer so elegant!

"I'm going to break it!"

… (To be continued)