After speaking, he slowly leaned down, carefully picked up the guqin, and carried it on his back.

"Qiu Zhanshen, are you sure you're leaving tonight?" Seeing his movements and thinking of the parting that would happen tonight, Li Xianyue's expression and tone became calm.

"The old rival has finally come to the news, we haven't seen each other for so many years, and we haven't played against each other, it's time to go and see him." Qiu Jingshan's gaze once again looked to the south.

Li Xianyue's expression was shocked, and after a long time, he asked with some uncertainty and apprehension: "The ...... The holy general of Southern Wu, who has been missing for more than ten years, has appeared? ”

When mentioning that title and thinking of that character, even Li Xianyue, the king of Jin, who has become a famous general, has a great sense of jealousy.

The holy general of Southern Wu, known as the strongest general in the history of Southern Wu, strategizes, decides thousands of miles away, single-handedly, can attack and kill thousands of miles, invincible, and anyone who stands in front of him will be wiped out. More than ten years ago, when that character was rampant all over the world, it was a nightmare for all the countries around Nanwu.

At the beginning of the new birth of Southern Wu, the Northern Tang Dynasty was prosperous, and Qiu Jingshan had not yet been born, in the face of the 600,000 army of the Northern Tang Dynasty, the terrifying Southern Wu saint general took 50,000 Southern Wu elites, forcibly crossed the Huai River, fought a bloody battle between the two Huai, and beat the 600,000 troops of the Northern Tang Dynasty to a sparse ground with almost no military advantage.

Later, although the Northern Tang Dynasty and the Southern Wu were still eyeing each other, they were communicating with each other and carrying out the most developed trade in this large area.

Even with the current ability of Li Xianyue, the king of Jin, if the opponent was that Southern Wu Holy General, he would almost feel trembling.

People say that Qiu Jingshan has not been defeated, but they know even more that the holy general of Southern Wu, who is regarded as the undefeated world, is also truly undefeated.

Li Xianyue's thoughts slowly pulled back, looked at the vicissitudes on Qiu Jingshan's face, and exhaled a breath, his heart became more and more stable.

"I don't know," Qiu Jingshan was silent for a moment, and said, "He brought me news in that way, it seems that he also likes to gamble, and he bets on whether I will meet his information, this time, he bet right, and sure enough, he has never lost." ”

He remembered those nights, the junior who listened to the piano beside him, and sighed a little.

"Where are you going?" Li Xianyue asked.

Qiu Jingshan smiled again tonight, his smile was very slight, but he could see that he seemed to want to see something very beautiful.

He carried the guqin on his back like this, straightened his waist, and left a ridiculously strong back for Li Xianyue, the king of Jin, and slowly walked down the height.

His voice, echoing in the autumn colors, is full of timeless charm:

"Yanyu talks about Jiangnan, and the most memorable is Wu Hook."

Li Xianyue looked at the south, his voice was almost muttering, and it seemed to respond:

"I'm in that cloud and water, a song to sacrifice Wu Yue......"

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Encamped, arranged, and practiced every day, however, no battle occurred, which was very boring and even a little panicked for those who had determined and identified with their identity as soldiers in the Northern Tang Dynasty.

Autumn is finally revealed, the gloom is gone, and a faint golden color is scattered all over the earth, always bringing some life.

From a distance, the slightly undulating land outside the Guanhai looks like a blanket spread on the ground in the palace.

"Those abrupt people have no trace at all, they can't be running away, we are hanging here now, and we are really stuffy." At the end of the training, during the short break, there was no need to carry a spear, sit there, and complain to his comrades who were almost in a circle.

"That's it, I heard that the Tuwu people have been fighting there several times, and it is particularly tragic, but we are shrinking here now, isn't it like a deserter?" Kray responded.

Most of the other people also expressed a similar attitude, people are like this, once the sudden people come and don't give them a chance to breathe, then they will feel that life is worse than death, hell on earth, but for so long, they are fighting bravely elsewhere, as long as they don't fight, and then when they think of their identity as a soldier in the Northern Tang Dynasty, they are itchy and very uncomfortable.

"Isn't it, Boss?" Useless asked at Tie Shan in the distance.

The current Tie Shan Wu has led more than 30 people and has become a team officer, and he is their veritable boss.

Tie Shan was with them, he lay in the field with his back to the sky, squinting at the sun, looking lazy, and the spear was thrown aside casually, but no one would say that he was undisciplined, even if it was his superior, instead of reprimanding him, he was very appreciative, because if an abrupt light rider was killed in the oblique stab at this moment, Tie Shan only needed to turn over to get up with the spear and stab the opponent to the ground, and no one would doubt his ability.

"Don't care so much, listen to orders, if you say there is a war, then you will fight, and if you say you will wait for repairs, then you will repair and wait." Iron Mountain doesn't care about anything.

Useless laughed dryly, feeling that he was bored with himself, Tie Shan Wu is like this, and he doesn't know it.

On the other side, the corners of Ke Lei's mouth were slightly hooked, and he pointed out: "There is nothing bad about this, some people have to fight, maybe they want to shrink up!" ”

Useless followed the eyes of others, subconsciously looked at the guy on the other side who was sitting there with his eyes closed, "hehe" smiled, and didn't say anything, but everyone just understands.

Guan Kuo sat cross-legged alone, with a spear on his knees, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

He heard the cynicism of others, but he was unmoved, because the old man had taught him that when doing things, he should concentrate and concentrate, and not think about other things, if it is not very important, then he will talk about it when he is done, so when he heard these words, he was not as indifferent as Tie Shan Wu, but he did not use his brain to deal with those words.

Now, the most important thing is to silently understand the words on the bamboo slips and recall the actions that the old man taught him.

For so many days, in addition to military training every day, he also practiced the moves taught to him by the old man, although he had not experienced actual combat, and he did not know what the effect was, but he absolutely believed in his father, and then the mysterious old man who played the piano.