On the edge of the battlefield, the young man in the cloak stared blankly at the direction where Wang Quanquan disappeared, he knew that his unobtrusive father was a rare martial arts master, but he didn't expect that his skills would be so superb that he had reached the realm of the rumored top-level light skills.

Just when he was stunned, an unfamiliar voice suddenly came from beside him:

"Kid, how's the battle going ahead?"

The young man was shocked, and subconsciously turned his head, but saw a middle-aged man in his early forties standing beside him, who seemed to have no malicious intent, and was looking at him with curiosity on his face.

The young man glanced at the long knife at the other party's waist, and then pointed in the direction of the hillside:

"The fight was fierce just now, and it's stopped now."

The middle-aged man nodded, but he didn't mean to leave, but took a few steps forward and carefully observed the young man, who immediately became vigilant when he recalled his father's previous words about "special fetish men".

The middle-aged man saw that the young man's face was full of vigilance, smiled slightly, and then quickly shot without warning, the young man's face was shocked, and he subconsciously stepped back, and his right hand also touched the sword on his back.

But his speed was too much worse than that of the other party, and before he could touch the hilt of the sword, the weapon was the first to be surrendered by the other party, and the man did not pursue after he succeeded, but stopped in place and looked at the pure white long sword, and after a while, he looked up and asked the young man not far away:

"Kid, where did this sword come from?"

Wang Qianshan's face was as usual, his right hand hung down slightly, and a dagger in his sleeve slipped into his palm, but he was not in a hurry to make a move, but replied truthfully:

"My dad gave it to me."

"Oh? Is your father's surname Wang? The middle-aged man looked happy.

The young man nodded silently, his eyes still pressed against the other party for a moment, he judged that the other party's expression was a little false.

"Haha, good nephew, put away your fruit knife, you have to call me Uncle according to your seniority."

As the man spoke, he threw the long sword back to the young man, who caught it, but still didn't speak, as if he always had doubts about the man's words.

The middle-aged man didn't care, and continued to ask:

"Where is Daddy now?"

The young man silently pointed to the mountain to the north, "Go and kill the Great Khan of Northern Turkistan." ”

The middle-aged man slapped his head when he heard this, "Sure enough, there was still a fight." "Anyway, I don't care about the boy anymore, I step out, and I disappeared in an instant.

……

On the southern slope of the mountain, the sudden appearance of Yao Qingyi and Wang Quanquan forcibly stopped the battle of hundreds of thousands of people, and Emperor Shun also hurried over from the rear of the camp when he heard the news, and before he reached the front line, he saw that the Northern Turkistan army was withdrawing.

The iron cavalry led by Yuan Baihu was almost lost, and he was already unwilling, but at this moment he was ordered to send out his personal weapon, and his resentment had reached the extreme, and after hearing Yao Qingyi's order to withdraw his troops, he almost fought directly with the other party.

The scribe who was in the North Turk had no choice but to take out a token, and after Yuan Baihu saw the token, he had to reluctantly lead the troops away.

Wang Quanquan put his hands crossed on his chest, quietly looking at this scene, Yao Qian, who has the title of "Tsing Yi Feather Appearance", does have some ability, a huge game of dead chess, he was revitalized, and even Wen Jiang was willing to change Tsing Yi to white back then, not competing with him, which shows his resourcefulness.

It's a pity that such immortal thinkers were not born in the dynasty, and the original royal authority planned to kill the other party on this opportunity, but depending on the situation, nine times out of ten it is going to fail.

Thinking of this, he stepped forward again, pressed the other party's shoulder, and the two of them flashed and disappeared.

……

On the northern hillside, a middle-aged man with a long knife on his waist was looking ahead with a smile on his face, and after a while, two figures appeared here, it was Wang Quanquan and Yao Qian.

"Senior Brother......

As soon as the man with the long knife spoke, he saw a big foot kicking towards him, and he hurriedly dodged to dodge, shouting:

"Senior brother, we haven't seen each other for almost twenty years, can't you greet me like this as soon as we meet?"

Wang Quanquan missed a blow, stood directly in place, and said leisurely:

"Pu Baiyan, you Beitu are really white-eyed wolves, Lao Tzu was tired and tired to help the moon cakes, but you are good, just throw away all the love?"

The man with the long knife at his waist was the former king of the Northern Sudden Southern Courtyard, Pu Wen.

……

Park Wen knew that he was wrong, and said with a smile:

"It's true that we don't care about it, and I'll go back and talk about them. The girl of the moon cake has a stubborn temper, saying that she has no home to become a monk, her brother is about to be slaughtered and refuses to come back to help, Yao Jian has no choice but to advance and retreat, I don't want Beitu to fight with the dynasty, I am in a hurry to rush back, I have been busy on the road these days, and my shoes have worn out several pairs. ”

As he spoke, Park asked about to take off his shoes and show them to Wang Quanquan, who frowned slightly, waved his hand and said:

"Don't talk about these useless things, fortunately, the loss of the dynasty this time is not big, and the compensation for land cession will be over, you will deal with the affairs of Beitu yourself, if there is a ...... next time"

"There will never be a next time."

Pu Wen hurriedly answered, and while speaking, he didn't forget to look at the Confucian scholar in Tsing Yi on the side, who was blessed to the heart, and quickly waved towards the king's authority:

"Thank you for not killing."

……

After the rain turned clear, the hillside was green, and the two brothers who had not seen each other for a long time found a clean place to sit down, and began to chat about what had happened over the years.

Since Pu Wen followed the moon cake to become a monk in Yunyin Temple, the morning bell and dusk drums, chanting Buddhist scriptures, the lotus flower on the little girl's arm not only stopped falling, but also turned from red to gold little by little in the following days. After five years, the whole red lotus finally turned into a golden lotus, and the disease of the moon cake was completely cured.

Park Wen was not concentrating on being a monk, but after the moon cake recovered, he returned to the vulgar and became a biological son with a woman who sold incense and candles at the foot of the mountain, and his life was nourishing.

Not long ago, I heard that the Northern Turks and the dynasty were fighting again, and Pu Wen went to find a moon cake to ask, only to learn that the whole thing was going on, he couldn't rest assured, so he came to persuade him alone.

For so many years, Park Wen seems to have not changed except for his appearance to be older, although the two of them did not say it explicitly, but they both knew in their hearts that the brothers did not have a sword to face each other, which is the greatest luck in the world.

After Wang Quanquan told what he had suffered over the years, Park Wen was embarrassed and surprised for a while, and when he heard about those fights that were comparable to the fighting methods of the gods, he said the same thing as back then:

"Teach me."

The king's answer was also very simple:

"Don't teach."

……

Although Wang Quanquan said that he would not help, he still did not let go in his heart, so he asked:

"What kind of Great Snow Mountain Venerable, are you sure?"

Park Wen scratched his head and said:

"We Beitu people have grown up listening to the stories of snow mountains and white wolves since we were children, to be honest, my heart is a little empty, but I have not been idle over the years, and I have learned a lot of skills in the temple."

"Do you need me to help you?"

"No, you've bothered you enough, let's figure out our own way about the North Turkistan."

Wang Quanquan stood up, patted the grass clippings on his buttocks, took out an inconspicuous black short knife out of nowhere, and handed it forward:

"There's the power of my blow, if you really can't beat it, don't be strong."

Park Wen hesitated slightly, stretched out his hand to take it, and did not say much thanks.

Wang Quanquan was silent for a moment, and then spoke again:

"Northern Turkistan and the Central Plains, water and fire have always been incompatible, after a hundred years of you and me, Northern Turkistan will inevitably go south, in order to ensure the peace of the Central Plains, I will never suffer in the future."

……

(End of chapter)