Che Hua was in the best restaurant in Huayin City, and he ate and drank for nothing.

It's like a white prostitute who eats and takes cards.

He was going to pay.

But the shopkeeper refused to accept his money, and the villagers who drank with him saw that Chehua was dusty and down-dressed, and they also sent a new set of clothes.

He hired a wagon and prepared dry rations.

This time was busy, and when Che Hua was full of wine and food, he wanted to leave for the old place of the sect, it was already evening.

He said goodbye to the enthusiastic villagers, and in the farewell of everyone, he drove the carriage to the city gate.

But as soon as he turned a corner, he saw two boys, and the thin little girl from last night, waiting for him on the street corner with their burdens.

"Hey, you three, why don't you go home?"

Che Hua asked curiously.

"I was sold by my parents and didn't want to go home."

The older child, about eleven or twelve years old, looked up, his face full of adoration, he took a few steps forward, knelt down by the side of the carriage, raised his head, and said to Che Hua:

"Hero, I want to learn martial arts from you, and I will be a hero like you in the future."

"Me, so am I."

The thin little girl also knelt on the side of the road, raising her head timidly, like a kitten.

She blinked and said to Che Hua:

"My mother died of a serious illness, I have no home, and now I want to go with my big brother. I don't want to learn martial arts, I will be a maid for my eldest brother in the future, and I can serve tea and water. ”

"I don't have that rich life."

Che Hua laughed, he scratched his chin and looked at the last child.

Without him asking, the child took the initiative to kneel down, kowtowed to Che Hua a few times, and said in a childish voice:

"I still have an elder brother at home, but I can inherit the family business, I encountered a bad thing, fortunately the hero rescued, so I want to follow the hero to learn martial arts, but fortunately, when I encounter this in the future, I will not be caught.

I asked my grandfather, and he said yes.

He also sent me here.

I also ask Daxia to accept me as a disciple, and I will definitely practice martial arts hard in the future, so as not to embarrass the master. ”

The child was dressed better and carrying a burden, and he looked like he had a family.

Che Hua turned around.

At the corner of the street, there was an old man on crutches, smiling at his grandson apprenticeship, seeing that the hero looked at the old man who was dressed richly, so he arched his hand to Che Hua.

It's like a request.

"Okay."

Che Hua didn't hesitate for long, how could he rely on him to rebuild the sect?

Anyway, when the time comes, disciples will be recruited, and at the moment, these three children are just the right age to practice martial arts, so they will accept it.

Thinking of this, he pulled the three children into the carriage, stretched out his hand, waved at the old man behind him, and beside him, the thin girl wiped the face and helped her wipe the dust off her face.

"Then from now on, you and the other three will be the first generation of disciples of my Huashan faction to re-establish the sect."

He drove his carriage out of the city gates, and as he flung his whip, he said to the three children behind him:

"As long as there are people, the sect is there. The reconstruction of our Huashan faction is today, at this time. ”

At this moment, Che Hua remembered the dead master, as well as those dead brothers and sisters.

They don't seem to have left, they have been in the south peak of Huashan, in the sect under the Chaoyuan Cave, waiting for him, a wanderer, to go home, and a hot current swells in their hearts.

At this moment, the experience of more than two years went back and forth in Che Hua's heart, almost making him cry.

But the disciples who just received it looked at it, and they had to maintain the majesty of the master.

Then he greeted the setting sun and cried out:

"Apprentices, let's go back to Huashan as a teacher."

The three children responded happily.

The little girl sitting by Chehua looked at Master's left hand curiously, and she asked softly:

"Master's little finger, why is it missing? Was it hurt by the bad guys? ”

"Don't talk nonsense."

The other boy immediately retorted:

"Master's martial arts are so powerful, how can he be injured?"

"The martial arts of the teacher are at most in the middle of the rivers and lakes, and there are many strange people in the world."

Che Hua chuckled, he leaned on the wheel, touched the missing little finger of his left hand, looked at the three disciples again, and said:

"I'll tell you the story of being a teacher, and when you're done with your teacher, the three of you will also tell your story to your teacher, even if everyone knows each other.

This finger for the teacher was cut off by himself because he did something wrong, regretted it in his heart. ”

"Ahh

The little girl immediately exclaimed, and said:

"It must have hurt."

"It hurts."

Che Hua likes this skinny little girl very much.

When I rescued them last night, this girl was the first to respond, seeing that she was thin and small, and she spoke softly, but she had a bit of courage in her heart.

He touched the little girl's head, let out a sigh of relief, and said softly:

"But now, it doesn't hurt anymore."

"Okay, let's listen to the story, I was born in the village at the foot of Mount Hua, just like you..."

In the leisurely voice of Che Hua, the three children exclaimed from time to time.

Especially when they heard that Che Hua followed his master and brothers down the mountain to block the Demon Sect and the whole army was wiped out, the three children's eyes were even more round.

Master's story is not long, he is still young after all.

But this story is very tortuous and has all kinds of truths, and the three children can't understand it.

But it doesn't matter.

Che Hua thought in his heart.

In the future, I will have time to teach these truths that I have realized to my disciples little by little.

In the future, whether you are successful in martial arts training, or you are dazed, I just ask them not to make those mistakes that they have already made.

Be like your own master.

To these children, be a good master.

It's just that this rebuilding of the sect is not enough to rely on oneself and three children, and you have to find some friends to help.

While telling the story, Che Hua thought in his heart.

Now it is also April of the twenty-sixth year of Zhengding, and July is the day when Senior Sister Lin Huiyin takes office as the head of Xiaoxiang Sword Sect, and when the time comes, she will take her three children to watch the ceremony.

Just took the opportunity to fool a few brothers and sisters who were good friends with him in the Sword Gate... Uh, please come to Huashan.

Anyway, there are many disciples of these sects, and Lin Yundong is often worried about the way out for his disciples, so it is a great thing to invite them to come to Huashan as elders to teach.

Although the Huashan faction is in decline, its reputation is outside.

With careful support, after more than ten years, everyone is also a master of the rivers and lakes, and they are all seniors.

They have a peerless martial arts in their hands, and they must be willing to come to think of it.

Well, it was decided.

It would be great if Senior Sister Shui Yun, who has a sweet voice, is delicate, kind-hearted, and is very good to herself, can also be invited over.

However, Senior Sister Shui Yun is a disciple of the inner sect of the Sword Sect, and she is also valued.

I'm afraid it's not easy to invite you here.

Alas, that's it.

Che Hua sighed, take a step, look at a step.

This is the first step on the road to the revival of the teacher.

The road ahead is long, and the road is long.

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At the same time when Che Hua returned to Huashan, the land of Qilu, in the city of Jinan.

Wei Hou had just changed his medicine, and he was wearing a single coat, lying on a rocking chair in the garden of the mansion, playing with two small iron balls in his hands, his eyes closed, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

This veteran in Qilu has aged a lot in the past six months, as if he was hit by the things of the world, so that his originally straight waist has bent down.

The spirit is still there.

But because the injury has not healed, he also shows an old state.

Zhao Biao's death in Wulong Villa had not yet dissipated the impact on him and the Southern Dynasty, and that sudden death cast a shadow on the great victory of the Southern Kingdom in Jinling.

It stands to reason that the dignified regent was killed by the Jianghu people, and the southern country should do its best to round up Shen Qiu's murderers, but in fact, the national dynasty will be very stable.

It's just that the sea fishing documents were released, and the high amount was hung red.

And let the people of the rivers and lakes who belonged to the imperial court go to search for clues about Shen Qiu's whereabouts, but other than that, the whole southern country did not make any big moves.

On the one hand, Shen Qiu's group is indeed secretive and has high martial arts, unless the army is surrounded, it can only be a sheep into the mouth of a tiger if a small force is dispatched.

Moreover, Shen Qiu has the world's treasure blade in his hand, and his martial arts are strong.

Even if the army is surrounded, it may not be able to keep him.

On the other hand, Zhao Ming, the lord of the country, was not unsympathetic to his uncle's death, and Zhao Lian, the marquis, was not unresponsive to the resentment that his nephew was killed in person.

But instead of avenging Zhao Biao, there are more important things to do right now.

The lord of the country and the military general, in the face of the general trend of the world, can not always do things by mood.

Especially the dispute between the north and the south, at this time, if you can't muster up the strength and defeat the north in one fell swoop, I am afraid that it will be difficult to find such a good opportunity in the future.

The army of the Northern Dynasty was pushed back from Huainan to the Central Plains, but the danger of the Central Plains had not yet been lifted, and a large area of the country had fallen.

After the death of the national teacher who covered the sky in the northern kingdom, Weihou was sure that the northern dynasty would definitely mess up.

The facts are indeed as Zhao Lian thought.

On the side of the Northern Dynasties, the situation was turbulent, so that a front-line general who could fight well could only defend the important place in the Central Plains.

But the next direction of things was somewhat unexpected by Weihou.

"Jerodje man..."

Zhao Lian closed his eyes on the recliner and said softly:

"At a young age, I really have some ability, and as soon as I died, I used the power of the nobles of the northern country to stabilize the court, and also sent reinforcements to respond to the war in the Central Plains.

Ben Hou really underestimated you.

It's just that the child is in a hurry when he encounters a major event for the first time, and he has given Ben Hou such a good opportunity. ”

The topography of Qilu Youyan spread out in Zhao Lian's mind.

The Northern Dynasty army, which was originally arranged in Changshan and other places to resist Qilu Bingfeng, was divided into a part and sent to the Central Plains to relieve the siege, and the rest formed a weak defense line.

And at this time, if a large army is assembled, all the way north from Qilu, and the Changshan defense line is broken, you will be able to travel under the stars and nights and go straight to Yanjing.

From Bingfeng in the Southern Dynasty to Yanjing, it is only 500 miles away.

Zhao Lian hastily dealt with Zhao Biao's aftermath, and then returned to Qilu to sit in town, and this was the idea.

This veteran wants to surprise the army, ignoring the war in the Central Plains, like a sharp knife straight into the heart of the north, as long as the speed is fast enough, the offensive is fierce enough, before the northern army returns, capture Yanjing City.

The general trend of the world can be decided.

"Master Hou, Wu Changshi is waiting outside."

A pro-soldier stepped forward to report, Zhao Lian, who closed his eyes and recuperated, immediately opened his eyes, he rubbed his heart, and said to the pro-soldier:

"Ask him to come in."

Not long after, Qilu suppressed the long history of bandits, Wu Shifeng, who was the third leader of the village, and walked into the garden, with a mask on his face to cover.

But from the neck and the back of the hands, you can still see the scars left by the severe burns.

These scars made him feel like a ghost.

In addition, in the past two years, Wu Shifeng's ferocious methods when he suppressed bandits in Qilu made his nickname of "ghost scholar" really become a ghost scholar in the mouth of a hero in Qilu Green Forest.

"Master Hou."

Wu Shifeng was dumb and leaned over slightly.

This action was a little disrespectful in the face of the feudal officials, but Weihou didn't care, the old man sat up and said to Wu Shifeng with a smile:

"Shifeng, the old man heard that in the past few days, he has broken a cottage again? Can the bandit go well? ”

"Smooth."

The ghost scholar said in a dumb voice:

"Now Qilu, there are only big cottages left, when I break them, the land of Qilu can be peaceful!"

"Okay, Shifeng is really a good means."

Weihou patted the armrest of the rocking chair and exclaimed, but then said:

"It's just Shifeng, this time the old man invited you to come, but he wanted you to suspend the suppression of bandits, and he wanted to borrow five soldiers and horses under your command."

Under the ghost scholar's mask, he frowned.

He pondered for a few breaths and said:

"Is it for the feint of attacking the Central Plains? Master Hou, is this an attempt to raid Yanjing? ”

"Haha, I know it, but I can't hide it from Shifeng."

Wei Hou looked at the ghost scholar in front of him with appreciation.

This person's knowledge is not enough, but his sense of smell of this battle array is keenly surprising, but as soon as Wei Hou said it casually, he guessed what Zhao Lian wanted to do.

It's a shame.

Zhao Lian thought that if Wu Shifeng could really serve the dynasty, the pressure on his shoulders would definitely be much smaller.

"Ben Hou and let you take the soldiers and horses of the headquarters, move to Heze, and make the action of encircling the soldiers and horses in the land of Xiaoxiang to attract the attention of the northern army, and Ben Hou will wait for the elite soldiers and horses, cross the Yellow River, and go to Changshan.

As long as you break Changshan and arrive at Yanjing City, half of the major events will be done. ”

Zhao Lian explained his plan slightly, and the ghost scholar nodded, and he said:

"Master Hou is very calculating, but I have two things to ask."

"Just ask."

Wei Hou waved his hand, his face was light.

"First, the 'elite soldiers and horses' that Hou Ye said, could it be the hundred battle army that won the Battle of Jinling?"

Wu Shifeng asked.

Zhao Lian didn't hide it, nodded, twisted his beard and said:

"Ben Hou doesn't have a good impression of the hundred battle army, and he is indeed brave in battle, but after killing the red eye, he is like a herd of beasts, and it is difficult to control.

But this is a surprise attack, and you just want to be fast!

Take them with you, and they are just right. Shi Feng also has an opinion on the Hundred Battles Army? ”

"Opinion, I dare not say."

The ghost scholar arched his hand, and he said:

"But I am a Jianghu person, and I have the way of thinking of Jianghu people, Master Hou, I am persuading you to stay as far away from that hundred battle army as possible, and I am very familiar with the methods they cultivate.

It's a pity that what they cultivated was wrong, and it was a technique that killed people.

The better you fix it, the bigger the problem. ”

Speaking of this, the ghost scholar glanced at Zhao Lian's calm expression.

I sighed in my heart.

The old man had made up his mind, and he couldn't persuade him.

He said no more about this, but asked a second question, saying:

"Master Hou, I heard that in Lin'an City, after hearing that the Dongling National Teacher died unfortunately, the lord of the country set up a third national teacher, who is also a person outside the square, and it is said that he also has immortal arts?"

Seeing Wu Shifeng mention this, Zhao Lian's expression sank.

He said in a cold voice:

"It's just a demon.

Demagoguing the lord of the country to build a large number of buildings, and make a good country into a miasma, after the incident in Yanjing, he will go back to Lin'an and drive out all those evil demons. ”

"Huh"

Wu Shifeng laughed, his voice was hoarse and ugly, and he said:

"As far as I can see, the strategy of Yan Kyoto is a trivial matter, the national fortune of the southern country is not in the north, and the Hou Ye's trip should not go north, but to the south."

"In the first half of my life, I studied the study of saints, and paid attention to worshipping ghosts and gods and staying away.

Master Hou, don't think I'm talking badly, but Zhao Ming's recent actions are very similar to those monarchs of the dead country who cultivated immortals and asked.

I am favored by the Hou Ye, and I also admire the Hou Ye's old man's heart, this move to Heze, the feint attack on the Central Plains, I will complete it with my heart.

It's just that Hou Ye, if he continues like this, I'm afraid that even if Hou Ye takes Yanjing, he won't be able to save the national fortune of the southern country.

In the next word, Hou Ye should make a decision as soon as possible. ”