This courtyard, which was bought for a hundred taels of silver, was very large and very spacious.

There were dozens of people sitting inside, either armed with weapons or just empty-handed, with thick muscles and bones, and the essence in the pupils of the eyes could not be concealed at all.

These are warriors.

And they are warriors who have experienced killing and fighting, one by one, like fierce beasts in the mountains.

These warriors were originally sitting in the courtyard, quietly waiting for the decision of that one, when there was a crisp knock on the door. Like a stone thrown into a pool, it will naturally ripple, and the originally silent warrior raised his head and looked neatly in the direction of the wooden door.

As if there were fierce beasts running, the courtyard was slaughtered in an instant, so quiet that even a needle could be heard clearly on the ground, and the sound of fluttering came from the treetops, and the two geese were frightened, flapped their wings and flew away, and dropped two black feathers.

The feather fell, but it seemed to be affected by some invisible force, and it floated very slowly.

The knock on the door was still steady, and after a few knocks, it stopped.

The door was not closed at all, but the person who came knocked on the door, apparently a man of good manners.

In the inner hall, Fei Yuanzhen happened to feel that the atmosphere was a little dead and depressing, and when she heard the sound of knocking on the door, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, the corners of her mouth pursed slightly, revealing a gentle smile, and said:

"At this time, I don't know which friend came over."

"I'll open the door......"

He diverted the topic without a trace, and also hoped that the old ancestor would be able to calm down his anger, no matter what, he and Fei Yuanbai were blood brothers, and he didn't want to see the latter cause the old ancestor to be unhappy.

But today he was destined to be disappointed.

Instead of sitting back on the throne, the old man with sick eyes stood up, his face became a little solemn, and the knock outside the door sounded again, still unhurried and calm.

The warriors sitting at the bottom of the hall still looked calm.

The feather slowly fell.

It was immediately torn apart by the invisible qi engine.

Fei Yuanzhen's expression changed slightly.

He finally realized that at this time, there were dozens of elite warriors who had been killed outside, and under the quiet gaze, even if it was separated by a wall, it was not something ordinary people could withstand, if it was a martial artist, it would be instinctively stimulated, as if there was a steel knife on the neck, and it would be impossible to react subconsciously, and it would inevitably not be so calm.

In the old man's eyes, there was a dark light, and his expression was indifferent, and he said:

"You stand down."

Fei Yuanzhen subconsciously opened his mouth and said, "Ancestor......"

The old man had already walked over his body, leaving an indifferent voice, and said:

"You're not qualified."

He walked through the lobby and walked slowly into the courtyard, his eyes were problematic, but from a distance of ten feet, he could already 'see' the blood and wolf smoke rising into the sky, the blood was so high, and so young, like a tiger that had just come of age, showing its claws.

Even through a strong wall, he could feel what kind of warrior was on the other side.

He walked slowly across the road.

Every step is instinctively mobilizing the muscles of the body, and the blood is pumping, just like the Yangtze River crossing the river, bringing abundant strength, behind it, the warriors who were originally sitting cross-legged slowly got up, silent and solemn, and slowly followed within five steps behind the old man, for Fei Yuanzhen and Fei Yuanbai, who followed behind, did not look at it at all.

The old man walked to the door, slowly raised his hand to arrange his clothes, meticulously, opened the door that had not been locked, and stood outside the door a young man, dressed in a brocade robe, with a white background, outlined by red lines, and painted with a dragon.

When the old man opened the door, he raised the palm of his hand that knocked on the door and was retracting, and when he took a breath, the door was already wide open, and the old man who was like a lion after the door was now out, and the palm of the young man happened to be retracted to the waist.

Behind him, there was a man in his early thirties, holding a bright silver spear in both hands.

The old man's expression was calm, and he said:

"Who?"

Wang Anfeng raised his eyes and said calmly:

"The visitor's man."

"Whom to visit?"

"Thief, thief."

The atmosphere between the two of them was tense at once.

…………………………………………………………

The other direction of the city.

Gongsun Jing was alone, walking towards a large courtyard, a hundred meters in front of the courtyard, there were already two people guarding, not letting anyone approach, and there were two big men with bare arms, the muscles on the arms were bulky, obviously containing strong strength, and they were carrying heavy knives with thick backs on their backs.

This knife is unsheathed, and the blade is cold.

Seeing Gongsun Jing coming over, one of them frowned, raised his hand to push him, and said:

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"No ...... here"

The sound stopped abruptly.

The palm did not touch Gongsun Jing's shoulder, but it was already grabbed by a more powerful palm, which happened to be stuck at the wrist bone, Gongsun Jing's face was lowered, his expression was calm, and he twisted to the side.

Click.

The brutal man's face turned pale for a moment, beads of sweat the size of soybeans rolled down his face, and the companion next to him changed greatly, raised his hand and pulled out the heavy knife behind his back, but the knife was only pulled out three inches, and he felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen, and his face turned pale.

Two feet in a row.

The two big men flew backwards like rags, coughing up mouthfuls of blood.

At this distance, there were still other people guarding, seeing this scene, their faces changed suddenly, and they glanced at each other, only one person turned around and ran quickly towards the gate, and the rest of the people all pulled out their weapons and looked at the big man in front of them with a wary face.

They didn't recognize Gongsun Jing.

And Gongsun Jing didn't move again, his eyes closed slightly, he took a deep breath, and the blood in his body that had been silent for a long time was slowly accelerating.

It's still boiling like that.

At this time, a middle-aged man with broad shoulders had rushed out of the door, who was originally angry, but after seeing Gongsun Jing over there, his complexion changed suddenly, and he withdrew into the courtyard like lightning.

After counting the breaths.

On this street, more than 100 warriors have appeared.

One of them had seen Gongsun Jing before, ten days ago, in the incident of Tan Yurou, the black-clothed swordsman standing on Tan Yurou's side, still carrying three long swords of different widths and thicknesses behind his back, wearing ink clothes, his face became more and more pale, and he looked at Gongsun Jing in front of him in surprise, and wanted to speak, but his eyes swept over an elegant middle-aged man next to him, but he closed his mouth.

The middle-aged man is also a six-rank martial artist.

Perhaps......

A trace of fire appeared in the black-clothed swordsman's eyes, and he was immediately suppressed.

And the middle-aged man also thought of this, his eyes burst into light, looking at the front, Gongsun Jing, who came here alone, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

He was laughing, but the murderous aura became more and more obvious.

The surrounding warriors sensed this solemn atmosphere, and the sound of weapons whistling became more and more dense.

One by one, his eyes fell on Gongsun Jing's face.

Gongsun Jing slowly raised his head and said:

"Is that all there is ......?"

Seemingly, that's not enough......

The right hand was raised, and the black cloth wrapped in the shoulder slammed into the ground, and the black cloth fell, revealing two pieces of the gun, and at the handle of the gun, there was an untraceable mark with a word written on it.

'Jing'

Gongsun Jing's palm gently stroked the word.

He knew that he was already extremely reckless when he came here today, not like a gang leader who had been stumbling on the rivers and lakes for a long time, but like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old hairy boy, but there was something surging in his heart, and if he wanted him to keep fighting, he had to let him vent first.

Is this thing only here today? Or was it already in my mind twenty years ago?

He doesn't know, he doesn't know......

I just know that after seeing the young master and understanding that the bloodline of the handsome man still exists in the world, that kind of emotion will become more and more surging and difficult to contain.

What had to be done...... For example, the warriors who dispose of these and spy on the young master's things.

The black-clothed swordsman's expression changed slightly.

More than ten zhang away, a completely different momentum began to boil on the man's body, which made him feel a chill in his heart, and he subconsciously took half a step back, raised his right hand, and slashed in the direction of Gongsun Jing.

The first breath time.

After receiving the order, those warriors who didn't know Gongsun's identity had already pulled out their weapons, and in the midst of the roar, they were like a pack of wolves rushing, their eyes were full of murderous intentions, and they carried their own methods towards Gongsun Jing and rushed to kill them.

Gongsun Jing's face was soft, and he raised the two severed guns.

second breath time,

Those warriors were already within five feet of him.

Gongsun Jing aimed the spear, and with a soft click, the spear was spliced together.

He had always cherished the spear, so now it was as new as it was the first day he got it.

Gongsun Jing held the spear obliquely in his right hand, his body was slightly lowered, and the blade of the spear rubbed against the ground, crossed an arc, and fell to the ground behind him.

As a result, his gaze was lowered, and he could see those Jianghu people who had widened their eyes, and he saw the two martial artists of the same level hidden in them, and the killing intent was hidden, and his body was already stimulated, and his instinct was tense.

But his heart was very loose and peaceful.

As far as the eye can see, there are all enemies.

This kind of sight is the most familiar picture of a warrior named Gongsun Jing.

"Boy, from today onwards, you will be a member of the Shenwu Mansion."

"Gentlemen, kill with me!"

Memories are churning, becoming more and more vivid.

"After today, there will be no Shenwu Mansion in the world......"

The blood in the body is boiling.

Gongsun Jing took a deep breath, and could hardly tell whether this was the northern part of Great Qin, which had four distinct seasons, or a cold and exotic land with snow all year round, only the war intent, that war intent was still burning.

It's been a long time...... Everyone.

It's been a long time......

Gongsun Jing.

He bowed his body and took a step, as if he had been a teenager, following behind everyone and running forward.

It's getting faster and faster.

General, marshal.

The palm of the hand holding the gun suddenly became stronger, as if he had crossed all the past, all his companions, with all his strength, took a heavy step forward, and in his mind, the image of Xuanyi Iron Armor suddenly became distinct, as if there were countless comrades around him.

Gongsun Jing opened his mouth, just like he did more than 20 years ago, and shouted angrily:

"Wind, wind!"

In his mind, the iron knight who had been the strongest spear of Great Qin raised his spear, and the spear was like a forest, roaring in response.

"Gale!"

Gongsun Jing laughed and laughed wildly.

It turns out that I haven't forgotten.

His eyes were red, his spear was raised, and he roared hoarsely:

"Shenwu!!"

"Kill!"

This is the ancient tune of Daqin, desolate and simple, only one person roars, only one person charges, with the loneliness of being terrible to the limit, the stubbornness of loneliness to the limit, facing the dense warriors on the opposite side, it is like an ant who is beyond his strength, almost making people laugh.

But no one could laugh.

In an instant, it was as if the brutal battlefield had returned to the earth, and the tragic and murderous aura was frantically diffused from Gongsun Jing's body, and everyone felt a chill on their backs in an instant, and their consciousness seemed to have been separated from their bodies.

Ah Liu and Bing Hong were not far away, and this chasing wind and secret capture only felt a chill rising up his back, which made him tremble slightly, his eyes changed, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"Cloud Swallower...... Is he crazy? ”

"More than 100 opponents, including masters of the same level as themselves, are simply looking for death......"

Ah Liu's eyes and said:

"No, there are two kinds of people, and they will be fine."

"The top master of the rivers and lakes, and ......"

In an instant, the lower parts were already in contact with each other.

Suddenly a wave of qi burst out, just in an instant, the bodies of more than a dozen warriors were picked up like rags, and the mellow qi waves surged, as if they had substance, and in that substantial qi wave, the middle-aged man who was already more than thirty-seven years old had his eyes widened angrily, clearly like a teenager.

Ah Liu's gaze froze, and after a few breaths, he said:

"A fierce general."

Arrogant!

The more opponents there are, the more crazy the spear in his hand becomes, like the minions of a tiger, the people in front of him have not been able to resist even a moment, just a few breaths of time, more than a hundred meters, all of them are martial artists, among which there are many good hands and even the same level of masters interfered with the road has been penetrated.

Bing Hongcai's eyes widened.

His eyes were already full of anger, the muscles on his face twitched slightly, and he spoke slowly, his voice very low, but word by word, as if with irrepressible anger, as if if he spoke a little faster, it would become a roar and a roar.

"This kind of general, how did the soldiers let him wander into the rivers and lakes?!"

Ah Liu didn't know how to answer, so he was silent and said:

"Cloud Swallowing Gunman, Gongsun Jing."

"Origin, Shenwu Mansion."

Bing Hongcai opened his mouth, and his anger disappeared in an instant like a punctured bow, and only exhaustion was left on his face.

Ah Liu didn't say anything, but just looked at the brave and incomparable generals below who were fighting more and more, and whispered in his heart.

There are 5,000 people in the Shenwu Mansion.

There are only thirty-seven people in the battalion.

Gongsun Jing......

It was the youngest one back then.

The last sword in the black-clothed swordsman's hand had been picked up, and the middle-aged scholar had fallen to the ground, with a big hole in his throat, the black-clothed swordsman was forced to a dead end, using his fingers as a sword, he suddenly made a move, mobilizing his vitality into several zhang sword qi and tearing it towards Gongsun Jing's neck, a martial artist of the same level, this was meaningless, but at this time, he shot desperately, and even broke the dantian.

Gongsun raised his hand and crushed the sword qi.

Blood flowed from his left hand, and the blade of the spear had pierced the heart of the black-clad swordsman.

There was a dead silence in the room.

Gongsun Jing staggered two steps, pulled out the spear in his hand, looked around, blood overflowed, the blood in his body was still boiling, but he felt indescribable loneliness and loneliness, lowered his head, looked at the left hand that was bleeding, his eyes were in a trance, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he whispered.

"Dashuai, Ah Jing is already very strong......"

"It's strong......"

In his memory, the scholar who smiled warmly and comfortably raised his hand and touched his hair, and said:

"Your name is too rustic, and it doesn't match our Shenwu Mansion."

"I'll give you a new name, Jing."

"The will to calm the world."

"How? Ah Jing? ”

The smile gradually shattered, and under the winter sun, Gongsun Jing was already in tears.

In the body, there seems to be some chain finally broken, making an illusory crunching sound, the military general who has been like a walking corpse, only sixteen years old stepped into the Shenwu Fighting General Camp, but then he was a teenager for nearly twenty years, so far, he finally let go of himself completely.

The aura on his body slowly climbed upward.

Until the pinnacle of the six products.

PS: Gongsun Jing's memories, and then the Gongsun character card is online.

Wind, wind, gale, is borrowed from the setting of the Great Qin army in Zhang Yimou's movie