In the north of Guyue City, there is a big city, called 'Lingzhou', as the northernmost military town of the Song Kingdom, Lingzhou City is stationed with 100,000 Song soldiers. In addition to the 30,000 'Huwei Army' directly belonging to the Song family's royal family, there are also 70,000 border troops, which are in the hands of a general named 'Xu Chuanxiao'.

As a fierce general in the middle-aged generation of the Song Kingdom, Xu Chuanxiao is extremely famous. At the age of forty, the high-level Xuanhuang cultivated and obtained the 'middle-level Taoist weapon' - 'Hanhai Sword' given by the royal family of the Song Kingdom.

According to the report of the Jin State's 'intelligence organization' -- 'Spider Web': Xu Chuanxiao had unique views on the marching formation, especially good at treachery, and violent temperament, and the most praised thing by the Song government and the opposition was: This person had to kill a Jin soldier every few days to sleep, and from the capital of the Song Kingdom to Lingzhou City, Xu Chuanxiao did not bring a family member, did not bring a penny of silver, did not bring a treasure, only brought a prisoner car, and escorted more than 40 Jin soldiers who were captured on the battlefield, and he was killed by him after a month.

Xu Chuanxiao was not satisfied with this, and he would go to the battlefield every day to capture the Jin soldiers for him to vent his anger.

On the 'blacklist' of the Jin State, this person is even ranked ahead of the lord of the Song State, which shows the resentment of the high-level leaders of the Jin State against him.

Xu Chuanxiao acted extremely carefully, and in this important border town at the junction of the Jin and Song dynasties, there would be assassins who infiltrated Lingzhou every day to take his life. The royal family of the Song Kingdom also attached great importance to this, and sent five 'high-ranking Xuan Emperors' to protect his safety day and night.

Qi Jianxin presided over the border pass and sent people to assassinate him many times, but all of them ended in failure.

Ye Junlin made a special detour to Lingzhou on this trip, the purpose of which was to kill this Song general who was hated by everyone in the Jin Kingdom

During the Qingming season, heavy rain poured down.

The 'Lin' word camp was stationed in the north of Lingzhou City, and only Lao Wu and Ye Junlin quietly sneaked into Lingzhou City.

The two came and went like the wind, unaware. The soldiers stationed on the tower of Lingzhou City, who were responsible for the investigation, did not find out at all, and there was an old man and a young man who quietly entered the city.

Qingming is a very important festival in the Qingxiao spiritual realm, whether it is Qi Jin or Qin Chu, they will remember the martyrs, pay tribute to the ancestors, and sweep the tombs on this day.

Xu Chuanxiao, as an iron-blooded man who values love and righteousness, pays special attention to this. According to the 'spider web' data, every year during the Qingming Festival, Xu Chuanxiao would go to the 'Soldiers' Mausoleum in the west of Lingzhou City to stay for a while, chanting a few words before leaving.

The corners of Ye Junlin's mouth flashed with a sneer, and he bought a handful of yellow paper on the side of the road.

Lingzhou Chengzhou Pastoral Mansion.

Although the majestic Xu Chuanxiao was dressed in a civilian robe, it was difficult to hide the arrogance of the generals who rose up in the pile of bones. The study room was extremely simple, and many of the antiques and treasures deliberately left by the city pastor of Lingzhou were pawned on the first day of his tenure, and all the gold and silver obtained were distributed to the city sergeants, and the civil officials and penmen did not receive a single copper coin.

Xu Chuan is heavy and martial, in his eyes, fists are the last word.

In the heavy rain, Xu Chuanxiao sat in the empty shabby study, reading a military book at night.

A confidant captain brought from the capital of the Song Kingdom stood at the door and said respectfully: "My lord, someone has sent you a letter. ”

Xu Chuanxiao stretched out his hand to take it, rudely tore open the envelope, and the big red letter slipped, and a few small words were written crookedly: "Don't leave the house." ”

Xu Chuanxiao glanced at it, snorted coldly, and casually threw the letter paper into the paper basket, not caring at all.

Outside the City Lord's Mansion, a red-clothed swordsman stood in the rain, he 'looked' at the gray sky, and said to himself: "Good weather, what kind of rain is it." ”

Qingming Festival, there is no fixed number of times to go to the grave, morning and evening. It's just that today's heavy rain in Lingzhou City is really pouring hard, most of the graves are in the western suburbs of the city, quite far away, many Pingtou people feel sorry for their clothes, and they all hope to be able to wait for the rain to go to the tomb later.

So Xu Chuanxiao's sixteenth ride out of the city was very conspicuous.

The bluestone slab street in Lingzhou City is sloping low from the middle to both sides, which is not easy to notice, but in the heavy rain season, when you see the rain sliding into the trough, you can see the Mingtang, and the sixteen horsemen in armor and iron horses are in a burst of hooves, knocking heavily on the hearts of the people on both sides of the street, and the bloody deeds of the general city pastor who kills people and drinks in the city pastor's mansion every day, and the people of Shengdou feel more and more that this city pastor from the military can rest assured.

Chengmu Xu Chuanxiao took the lead, his eyes did not squint, and naturally he didn't notice that under a high wall and green tiles, there was a young man squatting with a big sword on his back.

An old woman in Lingzhou City felt sorry for the young people and silently held an umbrella for him.

The boy crouched in the corner, and finally burned a few pieces of yellow paper. I probably felt that my heart had arrived, so I put the rest of the yellow paper in my arms.

The old woman kindly reminded: "The paper money for the ancestors is not good in the arms of the living, young man, you still lose it." ”

The boy smiled, walked through the heavy rain, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The old woman shook her head and sighed to herself, "What a strange person. ”

Wearing the 'cloak of invisibility', silently running the 'breathing technique', walking on the streets of Lingzhou, Ye Junlin was like a wisp of ghost. The feet of the shoes, socks, robes and robes had already been soaked when the paper was burned, and Ye Junlin didn't care at all.

Xu Chuanxiao took fifteen horsemen to the west of the city to the 'soldiers' mausoleum', and the sixteen horsemen turned over and dismounted in turn.

Chengmu Xu Chuanxiao came to a lonely grave and squatted down silently. The other fifteen horsemen all watched silently, not daring to say a word.

Lying in the grave is a veteran soldier, from joining the army to his death, except for killing a Jin soldier by luck and getting a captain, the rest of the thirty years, has been dangling in the position of the captain.

Back and forth on the battlefield, people did not kill a few. But in the spear and crossbow arrows, he has been dealing with Lord Yama for several years, and he is stunned and not dead. The old captain had only brought five recruits in his life, and only two survived. Xu Chuanxiao is one of them, relying on military merits, he has always achieved today's position. There is also a person who was blinded by shooting in the big war and devoted himself to martial arts, but he didn't expect to become a famous assassin on the Qingxiao martial arts evaluation list.

Xu Chuanxiao squatted on the grave and slowly opened a bottle of fine wine, the wine flowed wantonly, seeping into the mud in front of the grave with the rain.

Xu Chuanxiao propped up a barrier, lit a handful of yellow paper, and said to himself: "Old man, you don't have any great skills. But if you hadn't given me the military exploits of two heads, I wouldn't be where I am today. If you hadn't helped that product block a knife when you were dying, that product wouldn't have the scenery it has today. I heard that the goods like to wear red recently, the kind of red that little lady married. ”

After Xu Chuanxiao finished speaking, he raised his head, as if he remembered something, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "What a fucking commotion." ”

The sky was gray, and the heavy rain showed no sign of abating. Xu Chuanxiao got up and clapped his hands: "Go home." ”

Suddenly, a sword aura fluttered, and a blood-red thin line suddenly crossed the neck of the fifteen cavalry warriors who followed him. With a crooked neck, fifteen good heads left their bodies.

Blood mixed with rain and fell on Xu Chuanxiao's face. At the end of the road, a young man with a big sword appeared on his back.

It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and it is not easy to burn paper, but it is easy to die