In the early spring of the sixty-ninth year of the Spring and Autumn Calendar, a snowstorm raided the entire Jin Kingdom.

Ten miles of peach blossoms, mixed with the white snow that is blowing one after another, it also has a unique artistic conception.

Ten miles east of Jinyang City, Ye Junlin, Liang Bufan and Ning Kunlun and other military generals sent Wei Wuji out of the city. Ye Junlin was leading a horse, his whole body was fiery red, and only a wisp of white hair grew on his forehead. The horse's name is 'Agni', and it is Wei Wuji's mount, accompanying Wei Wuji in the Spring and Autumn Thirteen Years.

Ten Mile Pavilion.

Ye Junlin handed the reins to Wei Wuji, who smiled at everyone and didn't say much.

"Let's go back, everybody. ”

"Second Brother Wei. Ye Junlin seemed to want to say something, but when the words came to his mouth, he swallowed them again.

Wei Wuji smiled and gently patted Ye Junlin's shoulder. Thinking thoughtfully, Wei Wuji took out a book of Xuanji, a cyan cover, about forty pages, on which four small seals were written 'Wind and Thunder' on the cover.

Ye Junlin silently took it and held it in his hand.

Wei Wuji smiled, and Mance said in an orderly manner: "'King Wei' is selfless, and he handed over the "Breathing Technique" and "Martial Emperor Secret Method" to his brothers for cultivation, and Wuji has never been happy. Say goodbye today, I don't know when I will see you again. In Wuji's hands, there is only such a local rank of mid-grade mystical skills, although it is not as precious as the two books of 'King Wei', but it is also the most capable of Wuji. ”

Ye Junlin solemnly took "Wind and Thunder" into his arms, and two lines of tears suddenly fell on his face. His throat was choked, and he couldn't speak for a while.

Wei Wuji seemed to remember something again, the space ring on his finger shone slightly, and he took out a piece of silk silk. The silk silk is like flowing clouds, depicting dozens of sword skills, and the sword skills are extremely imposing, vaguely like a glimpse of sword qi gushing out.

"I traveled nine thousand miles with the 'King of Wei', eating and sleeping in the open along the way, but I also watched the famous mountains and rivers. The artistic conception in the chest is turbulent, and by chance, I realized this new set of swordsmanship, and the grade should be on the 'ground level'. Wei Wuji paused and continued: "In the future, Your Highness, if you meet a talented young man, no matter what your background, you will definitely help Wuji take in an apprentice. ”

Ye Junlin took it cautiously, and two lines of tears welled up in his eyes.

Wei Wuji smiled, mounted his horse, and slowly disappeared from everyone's sight.

Ye Junlin unfolded the silk silk, and the sword qi rushed straight into the sky, and the frontispiece of the silk silk was written with three vigorous and powerful characters: 'Nine thousand miles'

Mid-spring in April.

Ye Junlin, who had been in retreat for a month, finally broke through to the 'middle-level Xuan Huang', smiled and walked out of the 'Moonlight on the Lotus Pond'.

The attendant presented a letter, three days ago, from the 'Lonely Moon City'. Ye Junlin lightly opened the letter and glanced at it hastily. The letterhead came from the hand of Xuanyuan Guoqi, and the content was extremely simple, but there were only a few sentences, and the general content was, please ask Ye Junlin to 'do a little favor'.

Ye Junlin tilted his head slightly, thoughtful. Xuanyuan Guoqi did not hesitate to give his family's famous sword to himself, and he already owed him a great favor, if he didn't go, it seemed a little unreasonable.

Repay Fan Jun, Fan Yue Ran thought carefully for a long time. Beside Fan Yueran, there sat a lean middle-aged scribe with a withered face, as if he was terminally ill.

The scribe's name is 'Zhao Changling', the chief strategist of the Jin Kingdom, assisting Fan Jun to crisscross the sky, and he has never counted the sky. In the midst of strategizing, the decisive victory is thousands of miles away.

Zhao Changling nodded at Fan Jun, as if agreeing to something. Fan Jun looked at Lao Wu, who was doing nothing and was clasping his feet, but Lao Wu did not object.

Fan Jun made up his mind and waved his hand at Ning Kunlun behind him, and Ning Kunlun took the order.

Ye Junlin looked dazed.

"King's Landing, you should still remember the matter of the Tarzan Divine Sword, right?" asked Fan Jun.

"I remember. Ye Junlin nodded, as if he remembered some unpleasant memories.

I went to Mount Tai to get a sword before, and encountered the resistance of several Qingxiao powerhouses such as Qin Yingzheng, Ghost Venerable, and Gao Yuanli, and almost returned to the western sky. Although in the Mausoleum of Emperor Wu, Ying Zheng was killed, Ye Junlin still had a pimple in his heart.

"This time, you go to the 'Lonely Moon City' to make an appointment, and in addition, fight Mount Tai and retrieve the sword. ”

Ye Junlin nodded, without the slightest fear in his heart. Now he is already different from the past, if he encounters the 'Ghost Venerable' again, although Ye Junlin is not sure to kill him in a battle, he still has the confidence to retreat with his whole body.

"I've already ordered Kunlun, you can also go and prepare. ”

After Fan Jun finished speaking, Ye Junlin shook at the three of them and left the 'Three Jin World'.

Fan Jun looked at Zhao Changling, with some doubts on his face: "Is it really okay?"

Zhao Changling smiled and didn't say much. Lao Wu stopped the fingers that were picking his feet, and laughed softly: "Don't worry, I'll go with him this time." ”

The pear blossom wind is clear, and the spring is beautiful.

On the first day of the fourth month, the 100-word camp of 'Lin', under the leadership of Ning Kunlun and Ye Junlin, rushed out of Jinyang. Lao Wu was still sitting in the carriage, enjoying the maid's comfortable shoulder pinching and boring feet.

Liang Bufan did not follow, the last time he went to Mount Tai, he almost lost his life, this time, he was killed and will not go again.

Ye Junlin didn't force it, just smiled lightly, quite meaningful.

In fact, Liang Bufan was not afraid of death, but during the month of Ye Junlin's retreat, he and Fan Wushuang slowly ignited the spark of love for some reason, and then the spark turned into a prairie fire, out of control.

Zhao Changling tried his best to match, and Fan Yueran was happy to see it. The relationship between the two has developed rapidly, even to the point of talking about marriage.

Ye Junlin looked at Liang Bufan, who was hesitant, and smiled knowingly: "It's all men, I understand." ”

Liang Bufan kept rubbing his hands, becoming unprecedentedly shy, and looked at Ye Junlin with a smile on his face, as if to say, "It's good if you understand."

Ye Junlin patted Liang Bufan's shoulder and said lightly: "Be kind to others." ”

Ning Kunlun gave an order, and the word 'Lin' camp left.

Jinyang City Tower, Qi Jianxin has stood for a long time. He looked at Ye Junlin's figure thoughtfully.

"General, what should we do?" Qi Jianxin asked respectfully on Qi Jianxin's side, a person who looked like a school captain.

"Send a message to Duan Weiyang, and inform Gao to leave by the way. Qi Jianxin waved his hand lightly, signaling that the captain could step down.

The captain took the order and left, and a wisp of murderous aura flashed in Qi Jianxin's eyes.

"Ye Junlin, if you can retrieve the divine sword and retreat with your whole body, I will respect you as the king. If your fate is on the way, you can only say that you did not have the life of the king of Jin. ”

Qi Jianling stood behind Qi Jianxin, and his heart was mixed. In the Mausoleum of Emperor Wu, Ye Junlin's domineering, witty, and many rescues made him surrender to Ye Junlin in his heart.

But more than ten years of life also made him accustomed to obeying his brother. At this moment, his heart is extremely entangled.

"King's Landing, I hope you have your own heavenly appearance. ”