The starry eyes shine in the sky.

In the south of the city, Yang Chun watched with his hands, only feeling that the night dew and stars were cold, and everything was silent.

The long cold is coming to an end, and the winter of the seventh year of Yonghe has finally passed. In this cold winter, the battle of Liangshu began.

And that's just the beginning.

A big war, the world is watching. This is not only a dispute between Huan Wu and Yang Xian, but also a contest of national strength between the two countries.

Huan Wu held the seven states of the Central Plains, and the financial resources he controlled were far stronger than those of the Shu army.

If this war continues, the longer it drags on, the more unfavorable it will be for Shu. However, the control of this war is not in the hands of Yang Xian, but in the hands of Huan Wu.

There was information from the front that Huan Biao's vanguard finally gained control of Quegu Dao after fighting fiercely with the Cong Changce Army for nearly a month. However, the Liang army did not attack immediately, but very safely established a large forward base on the west bank of Qishui.

Huan Biao didn't count the casualties at all, it was the five-for-one injury ratio, and he did not make mistakes.

Liang Jun's family has a big cause, but the Shu army can't fight like this. In the end, the Changce army withdrew from the Quegu Valley and established a defensive camp on the south bank of Jishui.

Outside Baocheng Pass, the fiasco of the 70,000 Liang army made Huan Wu more cautious. He used the most stupid method to consume the national strength a little bit, and in the end it was only the Shu Kingdom that was damaged.

After all, in this war, even if the Shu army defeated the Liang army, which had the power of seven states, and reached the same level as itself, it would be difficult for Shu to be said to be victorious.

Because even if the two are on the same level, Huan Wu holds the seven states of the Central Plains, and the recovery of national strength is far faster than that of Shu, which only owns one state.

Yang Chun touched his beard, a little worried. Yang Chun is not afraid of Huan Wu's treachery, he is afraid that he will be honest.

A cold wind blew, and Yang Chun began to cough violently. He covered his mouth with his hand, and when his body's breath stabilized, he spread out his hand and saw that the palm of his hand was red.

"Is it finally here?"

As a great grandmaster, Yang Chun would not have been like an ordinary old man, when he was blown by the cold wind, he would have a headache and brain fever. But the first vein in the army is different from the other three veins, focusing on killing.

Even if one of the monks has achieved the great grandmaster, it is impossible to live forever like the other great grandmasters of the three veins. The lifespan of the great master of the first line in the army is much lower than that of the other three lines. However, it's still okay to live more than a hundred.

It's just that Yang Chun has killed too much in order to protect the two generations of the Yang family in the past few decades, and it is unstoppable after all.

But Yang Chun didn't expect it to be so fast!

There was a burst of medicinal fragrance in the room, and behind Yang Chun, the gentle woman walked slowly, still holding a bowl of medicine in her hand.

"Little flower, what is this?"

"It's for you."

Yang Chun nodded and did not reach out to take it.

"Xiaohua, you can put it on the table first! I'll drink it later. I remembered one thing, the young master was preparing to build a Thousand Machines Pavilion, gathering refiners and alchemists, and I still need to bother you to make a trip to the town. ”

Niu Xiaohua glanced at Yang Chun, and her face was very dissatisfied.

"You're like this yourself, and you still have the mind ......." Niu Xiaohua was halfway through her words, but she still didn't say it after all, "Okay, I'll go." ”

Niu Xiaohua looked at Yang Chun, the world-famous grandmaster, an old man with white hair, like a child.

Niu Xiaohua said in a low voice, her eyes were a little dim, and a pair of plain white hands stretched out and held Yang Chun's hand.

"There's one thing I want to ask you! You have to tell me honestly? ”

"What?"

"How much time do you have left?"

Niu Xiaohua held the hand that Yang Chun had been holding tightly, spread out his palm, looked at the blood stains on it, and left a line of tears.

"My cultivation is profound, and I can support it for at least ten years."

"Ten years?" Niu Xiaohua sighed slowly, "With me helping you, it is not difficult for you to prolong your life for five years." Well, I'll wait for you! ”

Yang Chun looked at Niu Xiaohua's distant back, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

"Yang Chun has never lied in his life, but today he lied?"

"Zhong Buqi! Are you here? ”

A figure appeared in the dark shadow in the corner of the city, blurred, and Yang Chun could only faintly perceive the fierce sword intent.

"Ten years ago, I came to Shu to find you, and I wanted to compete with you to see who is the first person today? You said that the lord has left his life behind, and he will protect the young master, and he will not fight with me for life and death. You punch and I punch, and in the end, it's hard to tell the difference. Now ten years have passed, and Yang Xian's fame has shocked the world. I thought you would let go of your worries, but you are still entangled in everything, and your heart is concerned. You are the same as ten years ago, the only difference is that your destiny is about to end, I am afraid that it will be in these two or three years. ”

Yang Chun glanced at the bowl of medicine on the table and sighed helplessly.

"Life and death have days, how can medicine stones be saved? Zhong Buqi, are you here to compete with me this time? ”

"The way you look now, do you still need to compete?"

The starlight swayed, and where the figure was, the sword intent resounded, just like in the past. However, its opponent is a dying old man.

The fist is still the same, but it is not as pure as before. is the great master who dominates the world, and he will still be defeated at the threshold of life and death after all.

"Then why are you here?"

"This big battle is the world's attention. I want to see if Yang Xian can win? ”

"What if you win, what if you lose?"

A laugh came, and when I looked at it again, the figure was at the place, and the sword intent converged.

"You don't have to be tempted, I once promised a person that I would never be an enemy of the Zhou Room in this life. It's just that people always have concerns. You are the same, and so am I. ”

"Is the Lingxiao Sword Master also concerned? Am I really curious? ”

"You and I never ask for the same thing. You will go to Jiuquan, and I will send it to the world alone. Since then, I've been a little lonely. ”

"I thought you were the best in the world."

"Achieving the first place in the world is not an end, but only a means. If there is no opponent, what does it mean to be the first in the world? What a pity! You and I were not born in the same era. Otherwise, I really want to see the methods of Yang You'an and Yuan Shoucheng. That's it! The general trend of the Liang army has been achieved, and it is not easy to go against the trend. If you and I say goodbye today, I am afraid it will be forever. The road ahead is long, cherish! ”

With this sound, there was no sound in the dark shadows of the corner of the city.

Yang Chun smiled, put his hands behind his back, and looked at the suburbs under the night outside the city.

The winter is cold, and the countryside is barren. The fields were covered with a layer of snow, which had not yet subsided. However, the earth is in the cycle of spiritual energy, and the vitality is pregnant early. What Yang Chun saw was far more far-reaching than ordinary people.

That vigorous meaning, contrasting with his rotten wood body, Yang Chun couldn't help but sigh.

"Providence is endless, and manpower is poor."