The moon fell into the sea, and under the Yangtze River, on the merchant ships, a fierce struggle was going on.

The mast that stood upright to the sky, under the heavy blow of Han Qing's short knife, was like a big tree that should be toppled by the sky, and it made a heavy noise and smashed into the sea.

Murong Bai's arms were like white crane wings, and his snow-white soap boots kicked the toppled mast, and in a delicate balance, he raised his sword and quickly attacked Han Qing.

Seeing that the blow failed, Han Qing's heart became more and more irritable, his eyes narrowed, and he pursed his lips and immediately swept his legs to the pole wood, and the mast jumped up violently under the strength of his strong legs, spinning 365 degrees in the air.

Murong Bai tapped the mast unhurriedly, turned around and walked towards the edge of the boat, standing firmly on top with one foot, the sound of waves behind him, like a white crane elegantly standing on the bow of the boat.

Han Qing couldn't see his leisurely state, but instead set off his embarrassment, gritted his teeth, hooked the wooden barrel on the deck with the instep of his foot, like a project*, and threw it at Murong Bai fiercely.

Murong Bai bent down and flexibly dodged the attack, straightened up, and looked at Han Qing, who was becoming more and more unwilling, and wondered why his friend didn't deal with him relentlessly today.

Murong Bai heard his rough panting, knew that he was dead, and opened his mouth to persuade him: "Hualang, you are injured, you can't beat me, it's better to go back with me obediently."

Han Qing took a breath for a while, turned his head and swept towards the shore of his eyes, holding a torch to the approaching attendants on the boat.

I know that if he is consumed, he will inevitably lose his wings.

Han Qing bit his lip, raised his knife and slashed at Murong Bai's face, and scolded aggrievedly: "Hypocrite, shut up, don't talk to me."

"How am I a hypocrite?" Murong Bai dodged easily, put his hand on his shoulder closely, and asked with a raised eyebrow.

Han Qing shrugged his shoulders, avoiding his touch, and attacked Murong Bai with his elbow, and in one block and one block, his long eyes became more and more cold, his five fingers became claws, and his moves became more and more aggressive, attacking Murong Bai's handsome face.

"You dare to say that when I returned to the Northern Cold, the poison of the wood stiff was not sent by you." Han Qing's subordinates were disappointed, and he asked angrily.

Murong Bai took the opportunity to grab his elbow and explained softly in a close voice: "I did it, but I made this decision for your own good, and I didn't want to be your enemy."

"Hmph, all I know is that you have caused me to fall into the hands of despicable and shameless people." When Han Qing remembered the poison of Zhongmu Zhuang, he was scolded with disgust by Fan Moya every day.

Han Qing gritted his teeth and struggled hard, and when he saw that he couldn't get out, he actually stepped on the soles of Murong Bai's feet.

Murong Bai was in pain, couldn't help but let go of him, took a step back, and looked at Han Qing, who was twisted like a woman. Gradually, he sensitively noticed that there was a deep sense of shame hidden in Han Qing's fine eyes.

I can't help but recall Fan Moya's eagerness when he saw Han Qing. Murong Bai secretly looked at Han Qing's anger and said secretly, such a special color, it is difficult for the Iron Buddha to resist.

Han Qingzhong's stiff poison is immovable, and every move needs to be taken care of, if he falls into the hands of morally corrupt people, he is afraid that it will be a disaster.

Murong Bai figured out the key, the huge guilt, occupied his heart, ventured close again, grabbed his hand, and asked with concern: "You Lord Wuxiang, but you bullied you?"

"Shut up, don't let him be in front of me." Han Qing was furious when he heard him ask pretendedly, shook off his hand, pointed at Murong Bai Junmian with a short knife, gritted his teeth and ordered.

Han Qing's attitude just verified Murong Bai's bad conjecture in his heart, and he couldn't help but chuckle in his heart.

His starry eyes were indignant, his sword eyebrows were uneven, and he said in a vicious voice: "Hualang, I don't know about you and me, let the organic people take advantage, I will not spare him."

The hatred in Han Qing's heart these days was actually reduced because of his few words, and he couldn't help but secretly scold himself for being unproductive, and he was deceived by his words again.

"If you sincerely ask me for forgiveness, let me go, and I will not care about it." Han Qing's words fell, and he attacked Murong Bai again.

Murong Bai dodged, gritted his teeth astringently and responded: "Good ......" between the moves, revealing a big flaw.

Han Qing took the opportunity to kick him sideways, and when the soldier got on the boat, he jumped into the water with a pop and swam towards the opposite bank.

"General Mu, are you okay?" The soldier hurriedly got on the boat and surrounded Murong Bai and asked with concern.

"The night is deep and the river is dangerous, don't chase! Han Qing was seriously injured and couldn't hold on in the water for long, so you sent people to guard him downstream. For a while, he could not join the main force, and our top priority was to capture the maids and their escapees. ”

With the support of his subordinates, Murong Bai stood up with difficulty, covered his chest that was kicked and hurt, looked at the head of the people in the middle of the dangerous river, and frowned at the subordinates who jumped ship and wanted to chase him.

"Yes, General Mu." The soldiers scattered through the door, Murong Bai stuffed the long sword back into the scabbard, looked back at the human head that floated and fell in the river, lowered his eyelashes, and kept up with the pace of his subordinates.

He had just been fighting with Murong Bai for a long time, and the old wound was cracked again, and it hurt familiarly, as if a pair of hands were slowly tearing apart, and he was dizzy in front of the pain.

Han Qing gritted his teeth, cheered up, and swam towards the opposite shore, thinking viciously in his heart: If you go back, you must catch the traitor who leaked the plan this time!

Relying on the support of this tenacious faith, Han Qing crossed to the other side exhaustively in the turbulent and dangerous current.

When Han Qing looked at the shore mouth close in front of him, the joy of victory in sight had just risen at the corner of his mouth, when a dark wave slapped over, and he was exhausted, and he sank into the river and never floated again.

In 354 AD, the Seven Kingdoms were reduced to the Six Kingdoms, and Gu Jin and the Northern Han joined forces to attack the Muyun Kingdom, while Mu Wan did not participate in the war.

Muyun sent Sima Huan to lead an army of 400,000 to attack the Northern Han, and the momentum was like a bamboo, and the 400,000 soldiers and horses of the Northern Han were defeated and retreated.

At this moment, the Northern Han Army was miserable, and the 250,000 soldiers brought by Gu Jin were unable to participate in the battle because they were not accustomed to the water and soil, vomiting and diarrhea, and the Northern Han side was defeated and retreated.

Bei Hanmo sat in the tent of the military camp, and asked irritably again, "Han Qing, haven't you found it yet?" After Han Qing jumped into the Yangtze River after the sneak attack on Stone City, his life and death were unknown, and there was no trace.

"Back to the king, the trace of the horse is still not to be found." The servant replied.

"When this damn Han Qing used him, he didn't know where he flew, he disappeared for more than three months, and now the herdsman army is approaching the capital."

Bei Hanmo naturally didn't believe that Han Qing would be drowned by the river, and secretly thought in his heart that he must be hiding somewhere to be happy.

Bei Han Mo irritently asked his subordinates to retreat, no one in Bei Han can compare to Han Qing in terms of military tactics, and now that he is not there, there is no one who can withstand the crushing pace of Mu Yundi.

At this time, Bei Han Mo began to know the importance of Han Qing, and recalled several major battles in Bei Han, the time when Han Qing led the troops to fight.

It can be exaggerated to say that more than half of the land in Beihan was beaten down by Han Qing.

Bei Hanmo has been thinking about Han Qing when he eats and sleeps these days, and his heart and liver hurt when he thinks about it.

Compared with the gloomy clouds and mist of the Northern Cold, Mu Yun's side had already celebrated, Sima Huan set up a banquet in the camp tent, sang and danced, and slaughtered the cattle and sheep to reward the three armies.

The people below, embracing the beauty, raised their glasses and congratulated and said: "This time, General Huan, won the battle, it is simply destined by God, Han Qing of the Northern Cold has disappeared, if we enter the realm of no owner, this time I go back, I am afraid that the emperor will give half of his throne to the general."

Sima Huan hugged left and right, narrowed his deer eyes, and said with a hypocritical smile: "None of the Northern Han in this battle is my opponent, it's too boring." I'm still thinking about meeting with the jade-faced rakshasas?

My Sima family is the emperor's right-hand man, I don't seek fame, I say that the throne is too much, as long as the emperor can give me a glass of wine, it is the best reward. ”

"Even if Han Qing is here, he may not be your opponent, you can only call your brother obediently, General Huan, he is indeed a good minister and virtuous general of His Majesty." Sima Huan's heart, Mu Yun didn't know a few people, and the people below tacitly praised him.

"Hahahahahaha......ha

After the banquet, Sima Huan, supported by everyone, walked leisurely out of the account.

"You all go away, I'm going to drink myself." Sima Huan shook off the support of others, walked alone on Longshang, looked at the falling sunset, scattered wine while blowing the wind, and unconsciously stayed away from the camp.

"Knock knock...... Fortune telling, measuring bad luck! It is not allowed to ask for money. ”

Sima Huan suddenly heard someone behind him, shaking a rattle, and turned around to see a gray-clothed, white-haired, white-bearded Taoist priest, beckoning someone to tell fortunes.

Right now, he is the only one on the road ahead, is it some kind of fate, Sima Huan took out one or two pieces of gold from his arms, beckoned and said, "Old Taoist, test it for me."

"May I ask what the general is measuring?" The white-haired old man looked at Sima Huan, who was in armor, stroked his beard and asked.

"You will measure my last good fortune in this battle, and if you say it well, I will reward you with this gold." Sima Huan held the gold and said with a smile.

The old Taoist priest pinched his fingers, closed his eyes and calculated, and finally shook his head and said: "I'm afraid this gold has nothing to do with the old Tao, goodbye general."

"What do you mean by no chance? I'm going straight into the northern cold now, and I'm extremely brave, will I be defeated? Sima Huan grabbed it unhappily, and the old Taoist priest said angrily.

"The general is not in a hurry, and listen to the old Taoist analysis, the general can win this battle, but he can't win." The old Taoist priest stroked his hand and said more and more mysteriously.

"Why?" Sima Huan's resolute face was secretly vigilant.

"One mountain cannot accommodate two tigers, and a country cannot have two emperors. If the general wins this battle, I am afraid it will be a disaster, not a blessing, the lackey will die and the cunning rabbit will cook, and the one with high merit will not be able to cover the master. ”

After the old Taoist priest finished speaking, he shook the wave drum and continued to advance slowly towards the north, and thirty miles ahead was the place of the Beihan garrison.

Sima Huan pondered with his eyes, thinking of the old Taoist priest's hand, the bones were slender and powerful, the skin was smooth and tender, and the familiar touch made him smile playfully.

A day later, the news of the return of the jade-faced rakshasa came from Beihan.

The jade-faced rakshasa didn't know how to persuade the king, and adopted the strategy of injuring 1,000 enemies and 800 self-inflicted losses, cutting off the supply of the herdsmen's advance.

Then, taking advantage of the night to sneak attack, burned Mu Yun's reserve grain and grass, within two days, Mu Yun's army was in turmoil, trapped in front of the battle line, because the grain and grass could not be supplied and the squad retreated.

Han Qing led 30,000 elite troops to pursue and suppress Mu Yun's fleeing men and horses, destroying 30,000 enemy horses and capturing 50,000 surrenderers.

This battle was later known as the Battle of Qingye, and the Northern Han Alliance was defeated by Han Qing's appearance, and finally ended in a narrow victory.

And, no one knows where Han Qing has gone in the more than three months since he attacked Stone City. Han Qing himself didn't bother to reveal the truth, and everyone speculated for a while.