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Huangsha Ancient Road, the afterglow of the slanting sun.

Carrying the exaggerated Panmen giant sword on his shoulder, staring at the long shadow in front of him that was pulled by the light with a demonic gaze, Zhang Zhongjian occasionally raised his legs high and walked suddenly, like a doll who did not understand the mysteries of heaven and earth in the age of innocence.

Zhang Zhongjian was not aware of his actions, how ridiculous it looked. Perhaps, there is no one to remind him of being alone, right?

Entrusted by people, loyal to people.

Zhang Zhongjian, like an ordinary giant in the rivers and lakes and a hero in the green forest, regards commitment and righteousness as more important than his life.

Correct.

There is something to do, and there is no difference.

Killing the champion Hou Wu Shouzheng is undoubtedly an unthinkable sequence.

Zhang Zhongjian has the heart but is powerless, he can't do it at all.

Zhang Zhongjian was inexplicable, he turned his head and squatted down in a daze.

Barren and harsh land, a weed struggles to survive.

The dim style of the sky, the green is inconspicuous and extremely dazzling.

Zhang Zhongjian looked at it, the love that had been accumulated in his heart for a long time ♂, and he couldn't help but explode, and his eyes were full of tears...... He didn't see a weed, he saw himself.

Twenty-eight years ago, Zhang Zhongjian fell to the ground and was the son of the richest businessman in Yangzhou.

Zhang Zhongjian is ugly, his father is not short of heirs, and he wants to kill him, a monster, so that he can be saved by the Kunlun slave in the house.

Zhang Zhongjian, who was supposed to be a tulip seed, has since been reduced to a weed seed.

Poverty cannot change Zhang Zhongjian's boldness, suffering cannot erode Zhang Zhongjian's optimism, turmoil cannot destroy Zhang Zhongjian's faith, and crime cannot affect Zhang Zhongjian's judgment......

Like the weed under his feet, Zhang Zhongjian worked hard to take root, sprout and grow. I never died halfway.

Zhang Zhongjian is proud of his martial arts, which is the source of support for his boldness and optimism. That was the dependency that underpinned his beliefs and judgments.

Zhang Zhongjian unloaded the heavy sword he was carrying, and there was a hole and a gap on it......

Two people, two shots, two moves.

Zhang Zhongjian was defeated. He was by no means a dead duck with a hard mouth, he had only been defeated so badly that he felt that the holes and gaps in the sword body were poking at him, and the pain was terrible.

"You can't kill me!"

"Condensation is not the end, it's just a martial artist's pen fun pavilion www.biquge.info!"

"I like people like you, go back honestly!"

The voice of the champion Hou still echoed in his ears.

Zhang Zhongjian admitted that his soul was lost. Because he was not unwilling!

The sun had completely set, and the heat of the moor had turned to cold.

The weeds that are sluggish dance with the wind.

Zhang Zhongjian remained motionless, his eyes wide open.

In the middle of the weed, small young leaf shoots are slowly withdrawn......

Freshman?

The sun rose again, and the clouds on the horizon were as beautiful as flowers.

Freshman!

Zhang Zhongjian made a move, and he inserted his sword next to the weed.

The burden of abandonment. Discerning the direction and throwing off his steps, Zhang Zhongjian ran rapidly.

Zhang Zhongjian's breathing gradually became heavy, and there was a flame in his chest. Stepped on the top of the mountain, unbridled shouting.

"Ahhh!!h

Calming down, Zhang Zhongjian closed his eyes.

Suddenly. Zhang Zhongjian's internal breath gushed out, turning his palm into a sword. Volley.

"Huh!"

Radiant and green.

Yu Kura thought. Invincible, so comprehend the talent "sharp".

Jiang Song thought that only fast would not break, so he comprehended the talent "speed".

Yuwen Chengdu thought that aggression was like fire, so he comprehended the talent "explosive".

High pets think ...... The mysterious and unknown are terrifying, so they comprehend the talent "thunder", or the "shock" in gossip.

Zhang Zhongjian thought that life was endless, so he comprehended the talent - "continuous".

Zhang Zhongjian looked into the distance, and there was no joy on his face.

Entrusted by people, loyal to people.

Entrusted by whom? Whose business is it loyal?

Longxi Li family.

The eldest son of the Li family was built, and he found Zhang Zhongjian a few days ago and begged him to help, but he couldn't shirk it.

and the champion Hou met Hu Yanglin, Zhang Zhongjian retreated in vain.

"Whoever instigated you to come, I know in my heart, please tell him: Since the beginning of the grudge in Luoyang, you and I have no room for manoeuvre! Everyone knows it, so why bother playing tricks? What a little family! ”

Zhang Zhongjian couldn't fulfill his promise to the Li family in Longxi, even if he was now. Feeling shameless, he didn't want to go back, and he couldn't help the champion Hou pass on a word...... As a champion, Hou let him go.

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Time flies, and the years are merciless.

Reminiscing about the old days, I am embarrassed.

Under the dead half-poplar tree, there was a man, a lance, and a horse.

Man is a coward, a lance is a broken lance, and a horse is a horse.

The leather armor that was worn out was already white, the clothes that could never be washed in the northwest weather were silky, the knotted hair emitted a foul smell, the bloody hands were holding a dough cake, and the eight-foot-tall man, who was not confused, was helplessly eating and weeping bitterly.

The clumsy colt doesn't know why its owner is crying, and it will only take advantage of the owner's inattention to secretly take the bread and eat greedily.

Enough of howling, wipe away your tears and look up.

With dark cheeks and wrinkles, except for being a little taller, the cowardly man seems to be no different from an ordinary peasant man.

The sky was as blue as a wash, bright as a jewel, and it was the same as that day eleven years ago.

The fourth prince, Yang Ye, was either connived at by the previous emperor or by nature, and under the hopeless indignation of the prince, he raised the banner of rebellion without any scruples.

His number one supporter, the hussar general Yu Kuluo, followed closely and died nine times without regret.

50,000 Xiliang brave, soldiers out of Wuwei, break Tongguan, go to Jincheng, force Chang'an, against Jinwu, Xiaocai, Yulin, Qianniu four guards.

The Great War is on the verge of breaking out.

The hussar general Yu Juluo is like the sun and the world is invincible, and the Xiliang iron cavalry charges into battle and conquers everything, and the fourth prince Yang Ye is full of thought that this will be a mixed game.

However......

The instigator was frightened by the former emperor Emperor Guangdi at the head of the city, and secretly surrendered, rebelled, and betrayed.

The shape shì turns sharply.

The fourth prince, Yang Ye, was defeated and captured, and hanged himself in the edict of Dali Temple.

The hussar general Yujuluo Nine Clans was executed and escaped with his life.

The rebel battalion commander and above are all ready to be killed.

50,000 Xiliang elite soldiers were forced to the flesh-and-blood battlefield with Nanliang and were exhausted.

The cowards failed to get a reward, and afterwards they were contemptuously labeled as villains by the emperor, and found a reason to deprive him of the title of general of Sanpin Zhenxi, and sent him to Dunhuang as a pawn.

The taste of being forgotten is not pleasant, the taste of being abandoned is not pleasant, but the most painful thing is the bitter fruit of today's cowardice in his heart.

Hands on the lance, instigating people to try to end the rest of their lives......

This is not the first time, let alone the last, the courage to coax people, coax people, and coax people is not enough after all.

Depressed abandonment of Bingge, instigating people to lose their souls and hysterical, eeriely silent, a face distorted to hideous.

Fierce.

The eyes of the cowards were fixed on the dead poplar tree beside him, and the knife-like northwest wind blew off its branches, treetops, and trunks.

Instigating people to be thoughtful and enlightened, the body is unconsciously entwined with internal breath...... It was a brilliant silvery-white color.

The poplar tree is extended, and people think of the former boss Hussar General Yu Juluo, and also think of a word - rather bend than bend!

"Qi Min Yaoshu. Volume V. Planting elm and poplar": Poplar is very strong and straight, can be used as a house material, and it is folded and broken, and it will not be bent in the end.

He is not lacking in martial arts talent, and he can even be said to be one of the best in the world and in a hundred years, but it is also just like the comment that Yu Juluo once gave him - more than qualifications, but not enough courage.

After eleven years of suffering, he had an epiphany, made up for what he lacked, and opened the door to a new world.

What people have realized is that they are hard, strong, and strong!

It makes people want to laugh, but the paradox is that he still wants to cry, and the diametrically opposite feelings make him look very weird.

"Boom......."

Soldiers and horses whistling in the distance.

The instigator looked at it and clenched the lance.

From Dunhuang County to Jiuquan County, it is those people and Turks who are looking for them.

The instigator took a deep breath and muttered to himself: "Make a contribution, start over!" ”

stepped on the horse, instigated the man's legs, and pursued violently.

The sand and gravel are rolling, and the figure of the cowardly person is getting smaller and smaller

(To be continued......)