In the eyes of ordinary people and ordinary samurai, the spirit warrior is a transcendent being. [Ran^Text^Library] Not to mention a high-ranking spiritual warrior like Lingwu, who is simply an unattainable immortal figure. Zhang Long's rude behavior made all the officials in Tiantai City sweat for his father and son, everyone knew that Young Master Zhang's so-called friendship with the master back then was just a bloody story of a gentleman who kicked the iron plate with authority. The master doesn't remember your grudges, you have to thank God, you didn't hide away and actually put your face up. Everyone looked at Zhang Long who was getting up from the ground with pitiful eyes, and some people who were not used to seeing it or even had a little festival inevitably gloated in their hearts.

Lingwu hurriedly took two steps forward, stretched out his hand to help Zhang Long, and said gently: "Zhang Gongzi should be careful, where did he fall?" You're not like us who practice martial arts, you can stand it, find a doctor to take a look. ”

Lingwu's kindness made Zhang Zishan breathe a sigh of relief, and hurriedly replied: "The master is too polite, my son is a ruined son who causes trouble, which makes the master laugh." He's fine. Seeing that Lingwu was so enthusiastic, Zhang Long suddenly came to his senses, and he was about to speak, but he let Zhang Zishan next to him stare at him like a murderer, and swallowed back the words that were already in his mouth.

"Lord Zhang, you are too polite, everyone is casual, and I am not an outsider. You are all my father's old subordinates for many years, and you are all related to each other, so you are divided. ”

Lingwu smiled and continued: "I experienced the slave rebellion with you in Tiantai City more than ten years ago, when I was still young, everyone cared about me, and Zhang Gongzi often played with me. These Lingwu are all in my heart, and every time I think of them when I am in the south, I feel very warm. It's just that today I have to go around and see it, and when it's a little free, I'll invite everyone to drink and catch up together. ”

Lingwu's nostalgia made everyone excited, and the restraint and worry just now were dissolved at once. To be honest, when you listen to stories, you often hear people talk about characters like the Great Spirit Warrior, and they feel like they are almost like immortals, where have they seen them in this life.

Even Zhang Zishan only followed Zhao Wu from a distance a few decades ago to see Master Zhang, who was surrounded by all the generals, and if he wanted to say that he had a close friendship on the whole point, he never dreamed of it. Now that such a character is in front of him, and he is quite affectionate to himself, the sense of loss that he didn't see Long Weihou had already flown out of the clouds, and his heart suddenly became active.

"The master has been in the dust all the way, can you go to the city to rest in my mansion for a while?"

"Forget it, just work hard Lord Zhang, General Lin, General Huang and General Lu, and go with me" Lingwu flatly rejected his suggestion, although his tone was very gentle.

The army entered the city in an orderly manner, and several high-level figures accompanied Lingwu to check around, every section of the city wall, every arrow battlement, every hill, and every section of the riverbank. Here you have to have a strong bow, here you have more samurai, here you have to add more rolling wood, hearing the arrangement of a few generals, Zhang Zishan understands, this is a big battle!

Tiantai is a small city, and it is not enough to rely on the defense of the city, and the two mountains to the west of the city have become fortresses for defense. Considering that the locals were familiar with the terrain, the more than 30,000 soldiers and horses on the rooftop were divided into two parts and stationed on the mountain. Huang Qingshan took the initiative to ask for help, and was willing to lead 20,000 people of the Jiangling Division to the front line of command. The defense of Tiantai City mainly focused its forces on the West City Gate, forming a three-legged position with the defenders of the two mountains, and they could support each other. The rest of the forces were arranged by the river, and only part of the reserve troops were arranged in the city.

The military meeting was held until midnight, and everyone went to rest. Zhang Zishan also knew that things were completely different from what he originally thought, so he hurriedly and quietly canceled various welcome activities and hurriedly arranged logistics support.

For the next two days, the war machines in the city were running at high speed, and everyone had a lot of things to do, and they didn't meet. Only Lingwu was relatively idle, but after checking the Phoenix and Tiantai Mountains once, he didn't show up much. In the evening of that day, he suddenly set off and came to the Fushui River outside the East Gate, which was the place where Zhao Wu and the smuggling slaves fought to the death on that night more than ten years ago.

Only He Jian and a few personal guards followed him, standing by the river, blowing the gentle river breeze, Lingwu and He Jian were full of emotion. The two walked along the river beach for a long time, and then stood in silence for a long time where the slaves had crossed the river.

"My lord, more than ten years have passed in a flash. The situation is something I could not have imagined at the time. I He Jian can have today, it's all because of your kindness! ”

"It's hard to look back, I was still a child with my father at that time, and now I can't see my father, although I am so far away. At that time, my father said that after a few years, I would be able to go back to help him, but I didn't expect this separation to be more than ten years. He Jian, we must win this battle, this is in my hometown, here are all my relatives. ”

He Jian nodded heavily: "I understand the mood of adults, as long as you can use me, He Jian will definitely give up this life." ”

"I believe in you. I have important business here tonight, you don't care about me, just take your people and keep watch from afar. I didn't call you, so don't bother me. ”

"Yes, He Jian obeyed."

Facing the cool breeze, Lingwu walked slowly to a prominent river beach. There was also some time when he was playing in the afterglow of the setting sun. The movements are wide open and closed, the momentum is endless, and the rushing water slowly merges together, which is the true meaning of the realm of the long river of true martial arts.

In recent years, Lingwu has insisted on practicing Zhenwuquan diligently every day, and he feels that his body is undergoing fundamental changes. A massive amount of aura nourishes every cell in the body, and there is even a kind of energy that is so full that it is almost impossible to hold it. He understands that this is the time to break through to become a general, but he can't find a way to break through.

At the moment of the great enemy, Lingwu is eager to make a breakthrough. But it's useless to be in a hurry, breaking through to become a general is not only a massive amount of aura, but also an opportunity for mutation of body cells. And this is something that can be met but not sought, and he has no other way but to practice hard.

As the sun set, the hazy night appeared, and Lingwu did not stop, nor did he have the slightest intention of going back. He Jian and the others had no choice but to wait quietly in the distance, vigilantly checking the situation around them.

After about two hours, he sat down by the river and took a meditative pose, which remained until the second half of the night. Just when He Jian and the others thought they would spend time here tonight, Lingwu slowly stood up and said, "Let's go back, Hou Ye has launched an attack on the Hanzhong army, and the vanguard of Longxi Hou has also come to the rooftop." It's time for us to do something. ”