The romance of that sword, Wei Changpan was fascinated.

What the old man didn't say was that the top ten people of Dayao Wufu left Beijing in full view, and the sharp soldiers who guarded the important land of Gyeonggi and the Jianghu eagle dogs raised by the imperial court could not be kept, and they could only watch the person who entered the capital of Dayao and was far away from Emperor Dayao under the forbidden land of the imperial city. No one doubted that the man could even take off the noblest head in the world if he wanted to.

"With his own strength, he broke through the siege and interception of the Gyeonggi military horses and the eagle dogs in the rivers and lakes, so that the man also suffered a lot of injuries. The old man sighed, "After all, the martial artist is just a person of flesh and blood, even if it is these characters on the top of the mountain, how graceful and bearing, after all..."

It is unbearable for any emperor to continue to let the warriors who can threaten their lives continue to be free in this world.

So 100 people were selected at the sticky pole of the imperial court, and 800 horses were re-mounted in Gyeonggi, gathering more than 1,000 eagle dogs in several states, and killing Jinju under a secret edict.

If that person wanted to escape, the fastest horse in the world could only be out of reach, and the sticky pole of the extreme assassination knew this, so he rushed to the man's house with the local yamen first, kidnapped his wife and children as hostages, and forced him to appear, and then took the heavy cavalry as the backbone, the Jianghu eagle dog as the edge, and the assassin at the sticky pole as the two-winged safari, and killed the first ten people of the great Yao Wufu together.

The men and horses who guarded the Gyeonggi area were naturally not mediocre, and even if they retreated, the first ten people of Dayao Wufu were also injured a lot, and they retreated to Jinju and recuperated in the mountains and forests. He believed that Emperor Dayao's promise in the public would not be a lie, and the situation of the warriors of the Dayao Jianghu would soon improve.

However, he did not understand the price that the emperor would have to pay for fulfilling his promise.

The place where the two sides fought was in the dense forest southwest of Jinju, and the old man was not in Jinju at the time, so he only knew a little about it.

Dipping pole assassins, Gyeonggi heavy horses, Jianghu eagle dogs, kill one person.

After returning to Jinju, he went to see the forest where the two sides were fighting, the area with a radius of hundreds of zhang had been razed to the ground, and the large trees that were hugged were cut obliquely, not one, but dozens, and there were broken feathered arrows and blades everywhere, and the stumps of the armor that were still intact were eaten by ants and insects, leaving only white bones. It was difficult for the heavy cavalry in the dense forest to charge in formation, so they could only be formed into a team of five people to take turns to step forward, and the pole-dipping assassins waited for the opportunity to move.

Three groups of men and horses, more than 2,000 people, only more than 1,200 people were returned, many of them were disabled, and the Gyeonggi Heavy Cavalry and the Jianghu Eagle Dog were the main heads, the former was the soldiers and horses of the Dayao Gyeonggi Heavy Army, and it was a fiasco that had never been seen since the formation of the army to be broken into Beijing by one person, and the first-class warriors selected in these armies were eager to wash away the humiliation with the blood of the person who humiliated them. As for those Jianghu eagle dogs, they are regarded by the general who leads the troops as soldiers who can be attributed at will, after all, no one will care about anything if they use dogs to bite dogs.

They received a death order, if they could not kill the Jianghu people who had disgraced countless bigwigs in the court and the emperor, then these people would have to go to the bitterest place in the northwest of Dayao to reclaim the wasteland with their hands and dustpans, so everyone moved forward bravely.

Wei Changpan could probably guess that according to the emperor's temperament, there was absolutely no possibility that the top ten people of the Great Yao Wufu would die well.

"So.... He's dead?"

"It's ironic that people who want to work for the well-being of Takeo Dayao end up dying under Takeo Dayao's sword. ”

The emperor made such a big determination, and the pole and the Gyeonggi heavy cavalry joined forces, where is there a reason to return in vain, and returned with 1,200 people There is also a head in a wooden box with lime embalming, the heads of the first ten people of Dayao Wufu.

On that day, the world's martial artists mourned.

The old man couldn't bear to say any more, and the heads of the first ten martial artists of Dayao were later spread by the imperial court along the post roads that extended in all directions, and all the first-class Jianghu sects in the sixteen states of Langyang.

But after that, the emperor fulfilled his promise, and all the criticisms against the martial artists were much more subdued, and the martial artists with swords would not be stopped to stay in the yamen when walking in the streets and alleys, and there would be no officials coming to the door every three or five times, although this was a blessing in exchange for the lives of the first ten people of a great yao martial artist. ”

The old man closed his eyes at the last sentence of the story, he had wanted to tell this story for a long time. Year after year, once the position of the top ten martial artists in Dayao Jianghu is vacant, the candidate will be filled again, and not many people will remember the person who is not ranked high in the top ten, and the Jinzhou Yamen in his hometown also forbade talking about this person, and it was gradually forgotten, only the older generation of Jianghu people still remember that there was such a person in Jinzhou.

"Dayao Wufu can have such an opportunity today, most of them rely on this person, but there are a few people in the descendants of Wufu who know his name. ”

"Remember this name, Nie Zhonglian, the number one martial artist in Jinzhou, and the Dayao envoy swordsman can also rank in the top three. Where is such a marvelous figure not at ease...."

Seeking benevolence and obtaining benevolence is a great freedom.

"When you stand tall enough, your words can be heard by those standing on the top of the mountain, but that doesn't necessarily mean they will listen to you. "Then stand beside him, drag him down, step on his face and ask him if he will listen to you, and if not, take his place." ”

Such words that were almost rebellious came out of the mouth of the dying old man, but with full cruelty, Wei Changpan couldn't help but think, if the old man who lost one arm and one leg was still energetic and upright now, would it be as he said in his words.... Climb to the top of the mountain?

"Your master has the talent and the means, otherwise he wouldn't be able to train a cavalry army with outstanding combat power without falling into the realm of martial arts. But his heart is not hard enough!" The old man who struggled to earn himself grabbed Wei Changpan's forearm, "If he can harden his heart and simply take the cavalry army for himself, if he can take his disciples out of Jiangzhou when he realizes that the general trend is gone, he will be able to take over as the head of the Wuhe Dart Bureau after returning to Jinzhou, and his subordinates are hundreds of skilled martial artists, and he will not lose his head at that time no matter what!"

"Don't repeat the mistakes of your master, you are the last spark, and the fire or extinguishing is only in an instant. ”

Jinzhou Zhang family from Wu and the dart bureau ancestor Zhang Wuhe to this day, as the head of the Zhang family, he can only be entrusted with Zhang Bashun and Wei Changpan such a foreign surname, the truth of life He can say everything he can say, how much he can understand, how much he can do, it all depends on his understanding.

"Let me look at your knife one last time and call Yan Chao. ”

....

"Is it true that you can't pass this level? There are still life-sustaining medicinal materials in the dart bureau, is it difficult for the surnamed Ni to search and refuse to take them out?" Song Yanchao, the head of the Wuhe Dart Bureau, was still dressed in a rough dress when he entered the ancestral hall, picked up the wine jug and poured it into his mouth, and then stroked his white beard, "You old immortal guy have suffered all these years, is it because the incense money in the ancestral hall is not enough for you to buy wine?"

"That martial arts qi is out of control, in other words, my martial arts body is like a rag bag with a mouse scurrying around, and at any point it will have to be gnawed out by a mouse, and then there will be no room for anything. ”

"That's really going to die? At that time, every year during Qingming, someone will pay tribute to a jar of good wine in front of your grave. ”

"Don't forget to ask for the ten-year-old Li Chunyao. ”

"Good. ”

These two old people, who are more than three years old, do not want to be sad about life and death, too many of their contemporaries are rotting in the ground, too much, and the words of remembering the past seem a bit mother-in-law to the two of them.

Wei Changpan watched the two old men explain the aftermath in a few words, hugged his fist at Song Yanchao, and drew his knife out of its sheath.

"Don't look at it. The old man said, "You have understood the essence of this knife technique, the smallest force, the most tricky knife, the greatest damage, this is the knife technique of killing." ”

He chose the simplest way to draw the knife, this is the knife to kill, the simplest trick, but when killing, it is far better than all the complicated changes.

"Your martial arts training is too late, your muscles and bones are too late, and your lack of toughness will restrict your future development, but talent will always be the second thing. Song Yanchao slowly stepped forward and pressed Wei Changpan's knife back into the scabbard, "Draw the knife quickly, collect the knife quickly, no matter how many people you kill, you can't recover the knife in the end, it's not something you want to see in the future." ”

"Well, give our young man a little confidence, after all, if he wishes, we grass people will soon be honored with the title of this lord. The old man nodded approvingly, "Your handling in this matter can be called perfect, and it will not be a good thing to be exposed to the eyes of those who are in the shadows at such a time." ”

"Be prepared, you will face two first-class sects in the future, some of them have a deep-rooted accumulation of hundreds of years, and some are supported by the imperial court, the threat of martial artists on the surface is far less than that of the killers in the dark, be wary of your surroundings, if you can't take revenge...."

In the end, the old man uttered the words that were contrary to his original intentions, "Then live well." ”

Zhang Wu and Wei Changpan were both people he had favored before, and he didn't want them to die at the hands of the same people.

"The barbarians do not have the strength to besiege the entire city, let alone keep an eye on every gate at all times. Song Yanchao drank the last drop of wine in the jug and smashed the jug, "After a month, as long as the barbarians have not broken through and rounded the city, you will mix in the team of the dart game and go out and round the city." ”

"Wu He's brother in Suzhou said that there is a message from the rest of the Yanyu Building, maybe this can be your help, and when you arrive in Suzhou, how to take these people under your command still depends on your skills. ”

Song Yanchao's drunken face flashed in a trance.

The premise is that the city has not been breached by the barbarians at that time.