The north wind swept the land, and the old forest in the northeastern territory of the Ming Dynasty also originally belonged to the Nuer Gandu Division in the heyday of the Ming Dynasty.

However, the footprints of the Han family have not arrived for a long time.

Huang Chongzhen never imagined that he would survive in such a primeval forest for eleven years.

Even in the silent and arduous spy career of the 22nd century, there has never been such an experience.

For most of the year, the snow-capped forests of the Far North can be extremely difficult to survive.

However, the old man was not only able to keep his clothes neat, but also meticulously combed his hair and beard, and lived like a fish in water.

The old man has very obvious Han characteristics, and a long sword of more than five feet is used as a crutch by this eight-foot man.

Huang Chongzhen often saw the old man holding a long sword, looking at the deep back of the south in the Chinese New Year's Eve of the snowfall.

As a result, Huang Chongxin's extremely long memories will also be sketched - whether it is the happy time with his lame adoptive father in the mountains in the 22nd century, or the warm moment of Fushun in the Ming Dynasty in the 17th century.

All of this is frozen in the time machine through the long time and space tunnel, bringing his interesting soul to the night of the Fushun Rebellion.

That night, the slave chieftain attacked Fushun and opened a killing spree, and there were few survivors under the butcher's knife.

If Huang Chongzhen hadn't had the desperate rescue of the old man and the desperate cover of a middle-aged Taoist with a little girl, he would have lost his second life through rebirth long ago.

The old man also possessed an inseparable bow.

Eleven years ago, he first carried Huang Chongzhen on his back and used the long sword of more than five feet to fight his way out of the encirclement.

Then he used this longbow with three stones to shoot back, and the arrows were not missed, and a small group of Jiannu elite cavalry that caught up with him were shot off the horse.

Even the elite soldiers of the entire Jianzhou Jurchen Niulu sent by the slave chieftain to encircle and suppress were slaughtered by him with a long sword and a long bow under the cover of the old forest, as if he was the most unruly savage Jurchen in the old forest.

The old man is vigorous, strong in martial arts, profound in knowledge and knowledgeable.

It is impossible for such a person to be in the glorious annals of the Ming Dynasty without the slightest record.

Therefore, in the past eleven years, while Huang Chongzhen has followed him to learn his skills hard, he will occasionally inquire about his identity.

Each time, however, the old man smiled and said nothing.

But Huang Chongzhen, who is a second person, can clearly see the deep tears flickering in the depths of the old man's eyes.

"This is a man with a story."

Every time he thought of this, Huang Chongzhen would grin and smile brightly at the old man.

In the past few years, the old man has probably grown older, especially after celebrating his 100th birthday with a pot of mellow spirits five years ago.

Huang Chongzhen felt that although the old man's swordsmanship and archery skills were more superb, whether it was energy or the strength to open the bow, they were slightly insufficient.

Under the careful teaching of the old man, Huang Chongzhen practiced archery since he was a child, and although he was only sixteen years old, he was already an extremely good forest hunter.

He also often competes with the savage Jurchens in the depths of the forest, and has mastered the essence of the old man's archery, and is integrating it, but his strength is still a little weak.

But with his wolf-like physical fitness, as well as the growth of skeletal muscles, the old man felt that this deficiency could be made up for only by time precipitation, and there was no need to worry about it at all.

So, the old man officially passed on the longbow to Huang Chongzhen, and asked him to use it to shoot Jiannu.

Only the long sword, the old man still cherishes it, and he refuses to unsheath it easily, let alone give it to Chongzhen to play with the sword flower.

The old man liked to drink very much, so Huang Chongzhen collected many wild fruits in the old forest, and used the wine-making techniques taught to him by his lame adoptive father to brew a lot of soft and fragrant fruit wine.

But the old man was obviously a wonderful man in wine, and felt that although these fruit wines tasted good, they were not strong enough.

Huang Chongzhen grinned, turned around and made a simple distillation device, distilling all these fruit wines to about 50 degrees, which was worthy of the old man's pursuit of fine wine.

With a long sword in one hand and a wine jug in the other, he was silent in the wind and snow.

Watching the little apprentice wrestle with a half-big black bear and fight with a half-big tiger has become one of the few pleasures in the old man's life.

At the beginning, Huang Chongzhen was beaten miserably by the pair of tiger paws and bear paws every time, and it took the old man several days to make full use of the rare and precious medicinal materials of Lao Linzi to completely heal his injuries.

In this kind of almost perverted training, Huang Chongzhen, who has an excellent sense of combat, has made very conspicuous progress, and he will soon be able to support himself under the attack of the two, and then gradually become more comfortable.

Until the end of the sixteenth year, Huang Chongzhen's body initially grew, and the wolf-like body looked extremely vigorous under the casual cover of animal skins.

Not only can they fight the two head-on, but after withstanding the initial fierce attack, they can make full use of the terrain of the old forest, but they are exhausted by the attack, roaring and roaring, but there is no way to do it.

In the end, the two-headed psychic young beast simply played the scoundrel and lay on the snow and refused to get up.

waited for Huang Chongzhen to go and check it out, and then pounced, threw him to the ground, and then used his tongue with a barb to lick his resolute young Chinese face over and over again affectionately and meticulously. (This shows how thick his seemingly delicate face really is.) ）

The old man who saw this scene finally laughed out loud for the first time in a long time, and the snow covering the towering trees also fell down.

Huang Chongzhen clearly heard a trace of tragedy from it, and the two-headed psychic young beast also felt that something was not right, and looked at the old man one after another.

I saw that the old man slowly drew his long sword, and suddenly the north wind blew up, rolling up the snow.

But Huang Chongzhen fixed his eyes and saw that it was an old man dancing with a sword while drinking, and there were gusts of strong wind around him that had almost no gaps.

"This strength, this spirit, this wonderful swordsmanship...... The essence of Chinese martial arts is all integrated here! ”

After a long time, the sword stopped, returned to the sheath, the wind stopped, and the snow fell.

Huang Chongzhen was amazed, but he saw the old man staring at the fiery sunset outside the old forest, and let out a reluctant and helpless sigh.

Huang Chongzhen hurriedly grinned and showed a bright smile like the morning sun in front of the old man who knew that he was twilight.

However, the old man, who was very pleased with this smile every time in the past, still smiled calmly and lonely this time, and said to Huang Chongzhen: "Little apprentice, the old man's limit has finally arrived." ”

Huang Chongzhen hurriedly got up from the snow, stepped forward and clenched the big rough hands, the palms were full of vicissitudes and warmth, and they were gradually becoming cold.

Feeling that the vitality of the old man is indeed rapidly draining, Huang Chongzhen, who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside, can't resist the lonely life experience of two lives after all, and a sadness appears on the resolute face of the national character.

The old man raised his hand and touched the young man's warm and flexible face, and comforted: "Don't be sad, the old man has three ups and downs in this life, and he has already looked down on life and death." Shou is finally one year and five years old, and he has three high apprentices, what more can a husband ask for?

The old man's founding disciple is ......"

From the old man's extra chatter, Huang Chongzhen learned that the middle-aged Taoist who was captured by Jiannu in order to save himself was his second senior brother, who was well versed in the old man's astronomy and geography and star divination.

With a three-inch tongue and the ability to fool, he is very impressive among the slaves who are full of jackals, and his status is quite transcendent, even better than Fan Wencheng, who is extremely relied on by the slave chiefs.

His name, Xu Daozheng.

Huang Chongzhen was a little comforted, but he had never heard this name in the historical experience of the late Ming Dynasty.

However, Li Rusong's three words are like thunder.

He is actually the old man's founding disciple, that is, his senior brother, who has won the old man's southeast Pingkou learning, and once entered North Korea to quell the rebellion of the Japanese invaders, and killed the invincible Konishi Xingchang, crying his father and mother.

This made Huang Chongzhen extremely shocked, and he also had a rough guess about the identity of the old man.

But he didn't choose to ask for confirmation, but to repay the old man's nurturing grace and give him money.

He used a time machine to send his secret from the 22nd century to the 17th century with the mentality of being a dead horse as a live horse doctor by the head of the Chinese special forces.

I thought that the old man would be extremely shocked when he heard this, but he didn't want him to just laugh and said: "On the eve of the Fushun Rebellion, the old man saw the Purple Micro Star and the Broken Army Star shining in the sky over Fushun at the same time.

I was shocked that the world had changed, so I desperately went to check. It happened that the slave chieftain attacked Fushun and killed the Han people, of course, desperate to stop it.

But the old man was weak, and he barely saved you alone, and he also lost a second disciple and a young apprentice's granddaughter. However, if Seon loses his horse, how can he know if it is a blessing? You are resolute and intelligent, and in just eleven years, you have inherited the mastery of the old man's life.

In the past eleven years, the old man has been trying to see through your numerology, but let alone a glimpse of it, he can't even get a first glimpse of the skin, just like your immature numerology is surrounded by a heavy overlapping starry mist.

The old man claimed to be proficient in astrological divination, but he was always puzzled and puzzled. But if you're from 600 years from now, then it all makes sense.

The vastness of the starry sky, how can the so-called astrological divination be able to peek through it?

Haha, the old man finally came to his senses! You are neither Ziwei descended into the world, nor are you reborn from the army! Your existence is incompatible with this world, and you are the nemesis of all evil and injustice! ”

The old man heroically drank all the wine in the gourd, and then threw the wine gourd that had not been separated for half a lifetime into the distance.

He grabbed Huang Chongzhen with one hand, and solemnly handed the five-foot long sword into Chongzhen's hand with the other, his face swelled with excitement, and Yin Yin entrusted: "The Ming Dynasty will fall, and China will die!"

You carry this bow and a sword, from this long-time Han people have not arrived in the far northeast forest, all the way to the south, all the way to the west! Kill Jiannu, kill thieves, and clear all the hardships and obstacles in this world that are vainly trying to sink my Chinese civilization!

Then, from the south to the north, the footprints of our Han people will be set foot here, and the territory of our China will be expanded here.

Yuan Chonghuan was building Ningyuan City under the supervision of Sun Chengzong, aiming to build the Guanning defense line.

Although that kid is arrogant and ignorant, Sun Chengzong is really a pillar of the country, and Ning Yuan is also the starting point for a Ming Dynasty to turn defeat into victory!

Go, just go there, on the so-called Guanning Line, start with a small soldier! ”

(Yi Nuo knows that when you see this title, you must have a lot of questions to ask and a lot to say.) In fact, Yinuo also knows that the general direction and scope of your questions, please rest assured, Yinuo will answer them carefully, if there is any omission, you raise it in the book circle, and I will make up for it as appropriate. The power of one person is limited, and I would like to ask you to help me complete this book together and create a different historical context. ）