Relying on running to drain the physical strength of the enemy who is chasing alone, weakening the sensitivity of the senses, and waiting for the opportunity to kill with the bird's gun, the original plan has been ruined by Ashgu's excellent stamina, and Zhang Yi has to use the bird's gun to fight melee combat.

Every pre-event plan seems to be born with the fate of bankruptcy.

When Zhang Yi used the Ceres Immortal Technique and began to feel the help of heaven and earth seeping into his body, the scimitar in Ashgu's hand also became as bright as a soldering iron, and the tip of the knife was bubbling with sparks, which made Zhang Yi feel pressured.

Qi turned into flames and compressed into a scimitar.

The four fox tails were thrown out like the water sleeves of the dancing girl, and the fox tail flashed with a tiny brilliance, and the girl was instantly in a charming aura.

Zhang Yi raised her hand to raise her sleeves horizontally, so that her eyes were half covered and half hidden, looming, she stared at Ashgu's crazy eyes with affection, and the scimitar that was pressing step by step actually stopped because of this, Ashgu's heart suddenly softened, and her limbs began to soften.

The eye waves are flowing, charming and bewitching.

Ashgu soon found himself in a strange trap, and he stammered, "Youkai illusion?"

Quickly adjusted the tuna, Qi Liu stabbed Shenjing violently, and with a sharp stagger, he recovered his mind, and his vision regained clarity, Zhang Yi had already taken five steps away from him, cleared his chamber, and just poured the primer.

Ashgu waved his scimitar and shouted, "Hun Han praise!"

The blade slashed out of thin air, and a storm of fire rushed towards Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi's body turned, the fox's tail shook, stirring up a cloud of mist, eroding the momentum of the fire storm, she took advantage of this to avoid the fire storm with reduced speed, and Ashgu approached with a knife.

Zhang Yi was suddenly taken aback - she didn't charm Ashgu, she really didn't expect that she was so unqualified as a fox demon!

Ashgu raised his scimitar high, looked at Zhang Yi's head and slashed it hard.

The red-hot blade sliced through the air in an orange-red mist of fire, but the Rain Bolt was slow to react.

"No matter!"

Zhang Yi closed the fire door cover, grabbed the mouth and body of the gun, picked up the holder of the bird's gun, and collided with the scimitar "bang".

The clamour smashed open the scimitar like a hammer, and Zhang Yi leaned forward, sweat running through her hair, and the fox ears and the corners of her mouth rose together.

Ashgu staggered all of a sudden, his arm was numb at first, then in sharp pain, and the pain in his muscles almost made him let go of the handle.

This blow...... It's so fierce, just with this physique?

His eyes widened as he took a few steps back.

Qi is like electricity, rushing in Zhang Yi's limbs, and "rain and electricity" came just right.

In between repelling Ashgu, she reached for a projectile from her waist.

At this time, the bird's mouth in his hand is facing upwards and the pestle is on the ground, which is the posture of reloading.

"Don't even think about it!"

Ashgu forced himself to move, stabbed with a knife, the tip of the knife was like an angry wave, Zhang Yi swayed left and right, and skillfully dodged waves of attacks.

The fox demon's sense of superiority over the enemy at night worked wonders, and the rain and lightning made Zhang Yi extremely dexterous, and while dodging, she shoved the projectile towards the mouth.

The sparks swept over the lower plate, Ashgu kicked the pestle on the ground, Zhang Yi has been on guard against the scimitar, Ashgu's kick can be described as avoiding the real and hitting the false.

Zhang Yi's shoulders swayed violently, and the projectile got out of his hand because of this kick, and in the next moment, a fox tail leaned down and grabbed the projectile that fell from his hand, and the fox tail quickly stuffed the projectile into the mouth of the gun, and the other fox tail also helped pull out the cane hanging under the gun.

Zhang Yi poked the cane into the mouth of the gun.

Stinky fox!

A cane is a thin rod used to pound projectiles and gunpowder.

"It's not easy to cut this thing!"

Ashgu stabbed backhanded, but Zhang Yi turned his body upside down, leaned over and rolled, and took his staff and body to avoid the fire blade that slashed horizontally, and the fire mist overflowed his short clothes, stabbing Zhang Yi's back.

At the moment when Zhang Yi rolled, he grabbed the gun pipe and smashed it on the ground.

The inversion of the gun made the gun face downward, and the staff that probed into the gun slammed into the depths of the gun because of this blow, and tamped the ammunition.

Everyone knows that it is common sense to poke Shuozhang from the bottom up, but everyone knows that it is possible to use the reaction of the ground to reload urgently.

With the assistance of Qi, relying on his movements and shaking in close proximity with the knife hand, Zhang Yi struggled to meet the conditions for firing step by step.

With a long exhale, the tumbling Zhang Yi struggled to get up.

"Daishan Naldob!"

Ashgu didn't have time to straighten the blade, so he shouted the name of his old friend, and kicked Zhang Yi several times with his back, and the four tails of the fox demon quickly took the move, perfectly preventing Ashgu's continuous kicks.

Zhang Yi roared, quickly turned around, opened the fire door cover, pointed at Ashgu, who threw out the scimitar head-on, pointed at the opponent's head, and pulled the trigger.

The mouth of the gun was only two inches from the center of Ashgu's eyebrows, and it was impossible to miss it, and it was impossible to avoid it with a swing of the knife.

Driven by the heat flow, the projectile steadily entered Ashgu's eyebrows, Ashgu's body was cold, his body and mind were instantly beaten, and his five senses suddenly became light.

But Ashgu did not fall.

Zhang Yi held his breath, and soon found that the blazing Qi was gathered between his eyebrows, and as soon as the projectile came into contact with the skin, Ashgu tried his best to resist.

Ashgu grinned, he could already feel the pressure of the projectile begin to decay, and Zhang Yi had no more strength left to reload.

At the same time, Ashgu's whole body was flawed, and there was no extra Qi to protect other places.

Zhang Yi and A Shigu shouted in unison: "General!"

As soon as the words came out, Ashgu's face turned sharply, and his neck suddenly tightened - Zhang Yi hugged Ashgu's chest tightly, looking like a beautiful woman snuggled in the arms of a warrior, a beautiful picture.

Beneath the beautiful surface lies a deadly detail, that is, the fox demon's four tails are desperately wrapped around Ashgu's neck, wrapped and locked like a python.

"You...... Mixed - ah, ...... hate"

Ashgu was hesitant, and a long time passed, and as soon as his hands and feet were loosened, his strength was completely lost, and his soul returned to the sky.

Feeling that the other party's Yuanchi was silent, Zhang Yi let go of his tail.

In the beautiful moonlight, the young fox demon strangled a prince of Xijon.

When Zhang Chenyuan arrived, he immediately checked his daughter's injury, and then smiled reluctantly and asked her to go back to the house quickly.

Then, he called the village soldiers to show the head of Ashgu to the public, and also learned the identity of the deceased from the mouth of the only captive, so as to comfort the villagers who died under the sharp blade of Xirong and Zhou Shu.

When the sun fell on the head of Ashgu on the second day, the "Battle of Sanqiao Village Anti-Disturbance" caused by Xirong's entry into Koxisai in the 62nd year of Shaowu officially ended.

On the second day, Wuzu Liang Dagger endured the remaining pain, gathered the last five surviving remnant horses, he learned from the mouth of a rider that Ashgu was beheaded, and the group ran to the north in embarrassment, Liang Dagger and the others will face the great crime of causing the prince to fall.

Prince Ashgu, dead...... He's only seventeen years old......

The cold dagger was full of bitterness, and the wrinkles were tightly locked, but he was happy in his heart.

"It's—that's great!"

Liang Dagger's heart was full of joy, he thought that Prince Ashgu would only be tired in the end, and he was still thinking about how to take the opportunity to kill Prince Ashgu, and then fake it as the Xia people, and he was also worried about how to ensure that the accompanying Purging warriors also thought that it was killed by the Xia people...... Unexpectedly, Xia Ren did it for Liang Dagger!

The bitter expression is expressed as "painful" as he tries to stifle the urge to laugh.

Wu Zu Liang Dagger silently said: Little Lord Hanshan, your faithful servant has fulfilled your will, and the opportunity has come!

Fifteen-year-old Wuzu Hanshan is the true owner of Wuzu Liangdag.

Under the long pole of the owl's head is the old stage where Zhang Chenyuan stands, and he uses various tones to encourage the surviving villagers.

"With our own efforts in Sanqiao Village, we not only defeated the guards of the Qing Dynasty, but also killed the second son of the Qing Thief Chief, Wuzu Ashigu!"

"I am not talented, but a Zhao Dong wanderer, ordered to be in danger, all thanks to the princes, otherwise how can we see the rising sun again? Not long ago, Xirong broke through Xisai, brazenly entered the Kou, plundered the people of Longqiu Pass, and was full of blood and tears, and Sanqiao Village also suffered this catastrophe!"

"Last night's battle, thanks to the unity of all of you, barely turned the crisis into safety, the Jin people, the Tianjing people, the Longhu people, all with their lives, to protect the homeland to sacrifice their lives for righteousness, how can Nai Xirong be brutal, after this battle, the Sanqiao relatives were greatly injured, and now this fang is the head, hereby sue the heaven and the earth, and comfort the heroic soul!"

"From now on, we will wait for Sanqiao Village, a total of comrades who fought bloodily, and wish that there will be no difference between Jinguo, Tianjing, and Longyun, all of them are relatives and relatives, and we will not give up on ourselves, and rebuild our homes in Sanqiao, in order to seek peace and prosperity!"

As Zhang Chenyuan's last sentence expressing unity ended, all the villagers let out a long sigh of relief, and they didn't seem to have the energy to grieve when they were tired.

The villagers are like people who have fallen into the water lying on the planks and being beaten by various big waves, and they have worked hard to catch their breath, and it has become a luxury to have the leisure to vent their sorrows.

Wang Yu, who was listening in the corner, found Jiang Ping from the crowd, and Jiang Ping's arm was bandaged because of the hanging color.

Wang Yu suddenly understood why Shi Tao sometimes had to emphasize his pseudonym "Juan".

Jiang Pingzhiping, Juan Zhian, and Wang Yu developed associations in coincidence.

Jiang, Gu Tong "Award", Jiang Ping...... Isn't it praying for heaven to reward him with a peaceful life? And Juan, is it hoping to find stability in the chaotic world?

"Whether it is Jiang Ping or Juan, whoever asks for it is peace. ”

An urge to blow a song came to Wang Yu's brain, but he only had one head left, and he couldn't play a song of Qingpingle.

Wang Yu muttered, "I don't know...... Jiang Ping is not interested in learning bamboo music. ”

As Zhang Chenyuan jumped off the old stage, the curtain officially came to an end on the 62-year war of Sanqiao Village in Shaowu.

Fortunately, the war was very short, and did not destroy the hope of this year's soil, they knelt in the field and sucked the breath of spring, touched the crops like a cow and sheep, and silently looked forward to the harvest day, so they laughed.

The people laughed, and Zhang Chenyuan also laughed, he looked at Ashgu with the head of the owl, thinking about how much benefit this head could be exchanged for.

Xirong will never be able to break through the North Pass, Zhang Chenyuan firmly believes this, Yu Wenlong, who is the commander of the Long Chuan and the guard of the North Pass, is by no means a wine bag and a rice bag.

Just after the spring equinox, Zhang Chenyuan learned about the situation in the north from the herald who passed near Sanqiao Village, and the Xirong that had plundered all over the country was already the end of the strong crossbow, and suffered a heavy setback in the attack on the North Pass, except for the Qingyi people who continued to attack the East Pass without looking back, the rest of the Xirong had already shown signs of retreat, I am afraid that Gu Yu would evacuate Sanguan before and return to the Pingchuan Plateau.

Zhang Chenyuan told Han Tian and Shi Xie the news, Han Tian breathed a sigh of relief, and said leisurely: "If the eagle is full, it is not able to fly far, and this catastrophe should be over." ”

Sending the two away, Zhang Chenyuan asked Wang Yu in the lantern, "If it were you, how would you use this prince's head?"

"If it were me, I would rely on this head to publicize the merits of Sanqiao Village and Murazheng, and then send people to the north to ask for merit from Yu Wenlong, the commander of Beiguan. ”

Zhang Chenyuan smacked his lips, feeling that Wang Yu was still a little bit meaningless, he said: "In addition to what you said, I also want to create dramas, draw the map of 'Sanqiao Village', write legendary novels, and spread them all over Shanxi, so as to make my Sanqiao Village famous!"

Speaking of excitement, he slammed the table with his hand, shaking the four treasures of the study.

"Well, by next year, my Three Bridges Soldier will become famous and make money like the June Soldier of the Li Kingdom!"

After taking a sip of water, he knocked on the table and thought to himself: Xirong will have a lot of homeless people this time.

"Zhang Muramasa, can you tell me what the father's body is, can I really recover my body and become a human again?"

"Yes, you can only be a person, if you don't die once, you may still be able to become an immortal. ”

Zhang Chenyuan regretted it, but turned out a few old books, and with the help of an oil lamp, he popularized with Wang Yu what is the body of a father.

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The dust of the war on this side of Sanqiao Village settled, and thousands of miles away, a fire had just been extinguished in the Si Tian Prison of Tianxi, the capital of Zhao Guoguo.

In Si Tian's prison, the purple-clothed girl looked at the chaotic observatory and grabbed the remains of a weighing instrument, and her heart ached.

Last night, an unidentified master forcibly broke into Si Tianjian and destroyed everything in the observatory.

Is it the remnants of the Wang family, or because of the rivalry between the Bird Party and the Tiger Party in the court, it has affected Si Tianjian?

The girl in purple was really unsure, so she planned to ask her aunt.

"Come, prepare the carriage and horses, I want to enter the palace to see the Venerable. ”

The chariot and horse of the purple-clothed girl passed through the forbidden gate, skipped the Jinhua and Xuanguang halls, and went straight into the Tianyuan Pool, where the emperor Shixiang was resting in the pavilion in the center of the pool.

Without notice, the purple-clothed girl walked across the stone bridge, and when she arrived in front of the pavilion, Gong E quietly rolled up the curtain, and her aunt, the current Supreme of Zhao State, appeared in front of her.

Shi Xiang took her eyes off the bookcase and raised her head, the pale red flower on her forehead complemented the curvature on her body, she looked at her niece and smiled pleasantly, the already thin majesty was gone.

The emperor of Zhao was not much different from King Yu of Sanguan, and he was also a weak position of "named monarch father, but in fact co-master", so when Shi Xiang was established, in addition to surprising Qi and Jin and the two countries that did not conform to the etiquette law, there was no other problem, after all, the Yu Dynasty had not produced a female monarch before.

And for the powerful ministers of the Zhao State, the etiquette can explain various meanings for the purpose.

"Xiaoxue, Lone heard about it, something happened to Si Tianjian, right?"

Zhao Yixue is the real name of the girl in purple, and Shi Xiang often calls his niece "Xiaoxue".

"It's not just the weighing device, the only remaining ashes of Wang Changzhen are gone, there must still be people alive in the Wang family, this ......"

Facing his niece's question, Shi Xiang said helplessly: "Whether it's the Wang family or the friends, I don't know, anyway, this group of gentlemen in the court has been arrogant for three generations, and I can't manage it, so I will honestly make a personal leather stamp, otherwise, I won't live long for Isol, you often come here, otherwise there are no people who complain about Lonely, don't talk about this, Xiaoxue has been beautiful recently, Lone is very pleased, do you pay attention to any good people?"

The sages all say that "the gentlemen are not the party, and the villains are not the party", but those who read the sages' books prefer to form a party, and when he thought of this, Shi Xiang "hummed".

Zhao Yixue was silent, she couldn't say what she wanted to say now, because her aunt couldn't retreat the palace maids left and right, but she was very sure that her aunt would never want to be a human skin stamp, otherwise, how could Si Tianjian's Shangguan secretly teach Wang Changzhen's ashes to her, so that her niece, who would not betray, would come to secretly observe.

There must be someone from my aunt in Si Tianjian, and my aunt has already won people over by rewarding her for pacifying the chaos.

Let's not mention the Suishan Xiaozong, Yutai Pavilion and the Tianhuan Sect in the opposition, Chen Zhihong is now an old guy who is obeying his aunt's orders.

Last year, the general of the Che Cavalry rebelled, Chen Zhihong killed Wang Fang and the old Wang family, and controlled the army, his current interests are closely connected with his aunt, it can be said that the aunt, the female monarch, already has an army in her hands, although it is not yet able to compete with the power in the hands of the court Wenchen group, but compared with the previous two generations of monarchs, the dagger of self-defense can be said to be in the hand.

Shi Xiang put the book aside and said, "Xiaoxue, let's play a game of chess with Gu." ”

Zhao Yixue nodded and agreed, my aunt said that if I play chess, it must be chess, and my aunt doesn't like Go.

Under two sets of flags, one draw and one win, the last victory was the right general, the winner was Zhao Yixue, and then she retired, when she returned to Si Tianjian, Si Tianjian was empty, the imperial court finances were tight, Si Tianjian had not many people for a long time, this time after the chaos, even the miscellaneous servants on duty at night did not dare to stay in Si Tianjian.

For the chaos, Zhao Yixue is not afraid, no matter what, she is also the Zhou master of Xiaocheng's realm.

She returned to her quarters, carefully closed the door, took out from her sleeve the handsome chess she had eaten in the last game, broke down the wooden chess pieces, and searched for the note in the chess pieces.

My aunt likes to play chess because the chess pieces are big enough and easier to use than the Go pieces.

"Change into plain clothes, leave Tianxi quickly, go to the south for refuge, chaos is coming, lonely and afraid of disaster, besides, be careful of the Yutai Pavilion, the Tianhuan Sect and the cat. ”

Zhao Yixue put away this strange note, and early the next morning, she began to pack up her salute for going south for refuge, and in the afternoon she also went to the market to buy some essential items, such as deworming medicines.

While she was shopping, she heard some people in the streets talking.

"Have you heard? The ordinary disciples of the Jade Terrace Pavilion have often been hacked recently. ”

"Yutai Pavilion is a rookie, there must be someone red-eyed, right?"

"But it's not, my uncle's son came to the Yutai Pavilion to learn Zhoushu, he was attacked by someone two nights ago, fortunately he didn't die, but the injury was very strange......"

"What's wrong?"

"Like a cat scratch!"

"Did the attackers use iron claw sleeves? I heard that there were people in Shencheng of the Jin Kingdom who made good use of this. ”

"Tianxi has been really strange lately, have you heard about it? The only son of Lord Song, the head of the Sparrow Party, has finally recovered from a long illness, and it is said that he wants to become a monk!"

"I'm just recovering from a serious illness, but my brain is not okay?"

Zhao Yixue's heart tightened for no reason, and hurriedly returned to the residence to pack up her things, planning to leave tomorrow afternoon, when she was about to go to bed after night, only to stop near the nearby street and alley came from a cat meow.