Yinzhou City, Murong Secret Mansion.

"Senior Huang, this is the younger generation's filial piety to you, this is the best wine in my Western Xia. Just this small altar, it will cost the juniors a month's regular money. ”

In the living room of the "Eastern Evil" Huang Yaoshi, a dignified-looking young man, about twenty-four or five years old.

Well-dressed, straight, but a little pale, with obvious dark circles in both eyes, at first glance he is a wine-colored man.

"I remember that your name seems to be Murong Shangde, right?"

Huang Yaoshi drank the young man's full wine, looking happy, but he was full of contempt for the person in front of him.

This Murong Shangde is actually just one of the orphans adopted by the Murong family, who has been secretly trained by the Murong family since he was a child and acts as a minion and a dead soldier.

Even if Murong Shangde is the best among them, but in this person's heart, he is unwilling to be just an emotionless chess piece, and even wants to have the right to speak out for himself.

It's just that he came from a humble background, and in addition to unconditionally carrying out the orders of the master's family, he doesn't even seem to have the ability and opportunity to resist.

So, he thought about simply climbing up through the Murong family, so he practiced martial arts extremely hard since he was a child, and became the most outstanding of the many orphans.

Every time he received a task, Murong Shangde would do his best to complete it, and try his best to be perfect and flawless.

At the age of eighteen, Murong Shangde relied on his years of hard work, coupled with his own good qualifications, and became the first person among those orphans to step into the third-rate realm in martial arts.

For martial arts geniuses, or the descendants of the great sects, the third-rate realm naturally has nothing to show off.

But for a person who was kept in captivity, one of the many orphans, Murong Shangde behaved like this, even if it was extremely outstanding, it naturally attracted the attention of the main family.

It was from that time on, that he had his current name, Murong Shangde, instead of calling the original number, Murong Fifty-Six.

Because he stood out and was given a name by the main family, he was naturally able to allocate better resources, and he gradually came into contact with higher-level martial arts classics.

Four years later, Murong Shangde, who had just turned twenty-two, made another breakthrough in martial arts and ranked among the second-rate realms.

At a young age, he became the spokesperson of the Murong family in Yinzhou City, and was in charge of this secret mansion on the surface, responsible for the affairs of the Murong family in Yinzhou City.

When he was twenty-three years old, that is, two years ago, when he went to Xingqing Mansion to report on his work, by chance, he met Murong Yan in women's clothes for the first time.

At first sight, I was shocked!

Since then, he has been haunted by dreams, and when he wakes up, Murong Yan is in his dream.

It's a pity that although he is also surnamed Murong, he clearly knows in his heart that he is just a subordinate, or the kind of subordinate who may die for the Murong family at any time.

Murong Shangde is an ambitious person, and since he met Murong Yan, his desire to become stronger has never been so strong.

He deeply knew that no matter how high his martial arts skills were and how good he was, he was always a subordinate of the Murong family, and Murong Yan was the master of this family.

The difference between master and servant is a huge gap in this era, let alone in a family like the Murong family, which has royal blood.

After losing the country, hundreds of years later, the dream of recovering the country is still just a dream, and the "self-nobility" that remains in the bones has become the last stubbornness of the Murong family.

When the gap between the dream in their hearts and the reality in front of them seems to be impossible to focus on, many people choose to go with the flow, or even give up on themselves.

Murong Shangde, who was originally extremely self-disciplined, has indulged in the past two years.

greedy and lustful, drunk and sleeping willows, even the daily martial arts cultivation is slack, and even a little moody.

Fortunately, there was no big mistake, two years have passed, and he is still sitting in the position of the manager of Yinzhou.

More than a month ago, Ouyang Feng, the elder of the family, received a "nobleman" here, and since then this "nobleman" has been placed under house arrest here.

Elder Ouyang repeatedly explained that he should not restrain the actions of the "nobleman", as long as he did not leave the house, his living expenses were even higher than his level of stewardship.

Every day, this "nobleman" was given a certain amount of tea, and the tea was given by Elder Ouyang, which was a full three-month amount, but it was strictly required to control the daily amount, and no one else was allowed to drink it.

Years of professional training made Murong Shangde realize that the identity of this "nobleman" was by no means simple, but he still suppressed his curiosity until Murong Yan came here a few days ago.

Even if Murong Shangde hadn't seen Murong Yan's outfit, even if she used another new identity Murong Yan, even if Murong Yan didn't remember when there was still Murong Shangde in her family.

However, Murong Shangde still concluded at the first time that the person in front of him, who claimed to be the young master of the Murong family, was the Murong Yan he thought about day and night.

He desperately suppressed the strong longing in his heart, without this concentration, maybe he Murong Shangde didn't know how many times he had died early.

In front of the beautiful woman, she can't tell her heart, but she is just called around as a subordinate, arranging such and such things, although he is really just a subordinate, although from the bottom of his heart, he really hopes to be instructed by her.

But the strong inferiority complex in his heart flooded again, and the gap between master and servant was only unforgettable when he saw the real masters of the Murong family.

Murong Yan's arrival touched Murong Shangde a little, but what touched Murong Shangde even more was that he finally knew the identity of this "nobleman", he turned out to be the famous "Eastern Evil" Huang Yaoshi!

Is this your chance?

Murong Shangde's thoughts, which had been silent for two years, surged again.

As soon as Murong Yan left, Murong Shangde ordered someone to prepare a table of wine and food, and personally sent it to Huang Yaoshi.

"It turns out that you are the famous "Eastern Evil" Huang senior? I've been with you for more than a month, and the juniors don't even know your identity, it's really blind. ”

Murong Shangde smiled all over his face, personally filled a glass for Huang Yaoshi, and poured a glass of wine himself.

For seven days, Murong Shangde would feast Huang Yaoshi every day and prepare good wine and food.

even moved directly to live next door to the "Eastern Evil" Huang Yaoshi, and sent his deputy to do all the daily affairs.

In addition to feasting Huang Yaoshi once a day, he tried his best to adjust his state to the best, and his martial arts practice returned to the diligence he had a few years ago.

The chat with the "Eastern Evil" Huang Yaoshi also started with some unnutritious New Year's greetings, and gradually asked for some questions about his problems in the process of martial arts.

Sometimes, he even went down to practice in person in front of Huang Yaoshi, humbly asking Huang Yaoshi to give comments, especially hoping to point out more places where he couldn't practice.

After being under house arrest for more than a month, Huang Yaoshi has seen a lot, especially in the last half month, he has tried to start a new cultivation.

That's right, his internal force can't be mobilized now, and he has other poisons in his body, and the "Eastern Evil" is trying to see if he can find something else.

Putting aside the acupuncture points, the meridians, and the internal force, only starting from the muscles and bones, if they were all practicing and gathering qi before, then now it is a single "forging body".

Anyway, being idle is also idle, with the "Nine Yin True Scripture" in the "Easy Muscle Forging Bone Chapter" as the foundation, and combined with so many years of martial arts experience and vision, these ten days have really allowed him to find some doorways.

In fact, in the first month, the "Eastern Evil" was trying to detoxify and save itself.

It's a pity that I have worked hard for a long time and tried many methods, but I have not been able to find an effective method in terms of pharmacology or exercises.

At this time, the "Eastern Evil" couldn't help but envy Guo Mo's kid, I heard that he was already invincible to all poisons, and the "Jiuyang Divine Skill" he cultivated by himself was the nemesis of many poisons.

Regarding the move of Murong Shangde in front of him, at first he thought that it was arranged by Ouyang Feng, but later he slowly discovered that this was an ambitious villain.

In the days of house arrest, such an "interesting" young man can appear, and the "Eastern Evil" is happy to see it.

Huang Yaoshi was not a person who was confined to small sections, therefore, Murong Shangde's filial piety wine and meat, he should eat and drink, and Huang Yaoshi also answered all of Murong Shangde's questions about martial arts.

For him, since this Murong Shangde is a member of the Murong family, he can also be regarded as his enemy.

However, whether his enemy is a second-rate level or a first-class level makes no difference in the eyes of the "Eastern Evil".

Aren't you kid ambitious and ambitious?

Okay, the old man simply fulfilled you!

Since he wanted to become stronger, but he didn't go through the normal channels of the Murong family, it means that this person has "two hearts".

This is what Huang Yaoshi wants to see.

Today, this Murong Shangde can be regarded as having invested a lot of money, and he spared no expense to buy the famous grape wine of the Western Xia Kingdom, just to honor Huang Yaoshi, or to thank his old man for his guidance in the past few days.

Murong Shangde, who was able to practice martial arts to a second-rate level at a young age, naturally had his own judgment ability.

In just these seven days, Murong Shangde sorted out all the martial arts he knew, making him feel that his cultivation had grown out of thin air.

This is not the slightest bit false, no matter what happens in the future, the harvest of these seven days alone is worthy of Murong Shangde's gratitude to Huang Yaoshi.

After so many years, it is either the unified teaching of the elders of the Murong family, or Murong Shangde has figured it out on his own, and he has never received guidance at the level of a martial arts master like "Eastern Evil".

Murong Shangde even felt that he had lived in vain for so many years, and if he was lucky enough to follow such a master to practice martial arts earlier, he would probably be far from his current level.

This kind of realization actually made him feel more disgusted towards the Murong family, and felt that they had delayed him.

Obviously, there are more powerful masters and better resources, but they refuse to use them on themselves.

Murong Yan's martial arts, he knows it well.

is several years younger than himself, but he is already in the first-class realm, which is also another place where he has low self-esteem when facing Murong Yan.

The "Eastern Evil" Huang Yaoshi somewhat despised Murong Shangde's character, but he was also surprised by this person's dedication and understanding of martial arts.

Then let the old man see how much potential you have, it's a big deal to build you up, and if it's really too much trouble, just end you personally.

Hey, the mentality of the "five uniques" is so arrogant.

"Boy, for the sake of your respect for the old man in the past few days, the old man taught you a little method......

"Thank you, Senior Huang!"

Before Huang Yaoshi could finish speaking, Murong Shangde had already fallen to the ground.

"However, you are not a disciple of my 'Peach Blossom Island', and the martial arts of the 'Peach Blossom Island' line naturally cannot be easily taught to you."

"You should also know that the old man has learned a lot of things, and he has a technique that he has never taught others, so you should be the first person to inherit this technique."

What Huang Yaoshi has figured out in the past ten days, he has also tested it himself, and the effect is not bad.

At least he was able to act as a normal person now, no longer as weak as he used to be, but he was still pretending to be the same in front of people.

Even Huang Yaoshi predicted that if he really practiced like this, it would take half a year at most, which was enough for a third-rate martial artist to be comparable to a second-rate master.

Note that this technique improves "combat power", not "realm".

If Guo Mo is here, he will definitely praise Huang Yaoshi, who is worthy of being the top martial arts wizard of this era.

The set of techniques he created was infinitely close to the method in the "Coiling Dragon Stick Method" practiced by Guo Mo, but it lacked the follow-up transformation link to true qi, and only stayed at the muscle and bone level.

That's because the current Huang Yaoshi can't mobilize his true qi at all.

Huang Yaoshi wasn't sure how long he would be under house arrest, so he simply used this Murong Shangde as an experiment.

Where did Murong Shangde know the mind of the "Eastern Evil", and he was not regarded as a guinea pig at all.

What this person has personally taught must be an astonishing mastery, at least much better than what he has learned now.

"Well, let's do it, it's getting late today, you come over early tomorrow morning, I'll give you the full text of this technique first, and then teach you the cultivation method step by step."

Murong Shangde was naturally grateful, and he was really moved.

"Senior, I know that I am not qualified to be your apprentice, but I can't do anything unfavorable to you, as long as I learn your magic skills, I will definitely find a way to save you."

Murong Shangde is not completely dazed yet, isn't this so-called "technique" still not learned.

"However, before leaving, our Elder Ouyang specially gave me a kind of tea, the kind I make for you every day."

"I ordered a ration every day, and I can only let you drink tea, not tea leaves, and I now bring you the remaining amount of more than a month."

"You are also a doctor of the Tao, let's see if you can find any way to solve it."

After Murong Shangde finished speaking, he took out a bag of things from one of his pockets.

After opening it, it was found that the inside was cut, similar to the black tea or white tea made in later generations, and each cut was only the size of a copper coin.

"Good boy, haha, you have a heart, this love old man has received it."

Since people are so good, Huang Yaoshi can't help but appreciate it, and stretched out his hand to take it.

In this way, an "untimely" journey of transmission began in this small Yinzhou City, in this inconspicuous Murong Secret Mansion.

......

"The last general will finish Yan Chen Monk, see the little prince!"

In the marching tent of the "Loyal and Brave Army" of the Jin Kingdom, the monk Wanyan Chen, who rushed over from the nameless town, bowed respectfully to Wanyan Kang, who was sitting on the handsome seat.

Three days have passed since the battle outside the nameless town.

After finishing Yan Chen, Monk Chen sent four spies to climb down the city along the rope to explore the traces of Subutai.

When it was determined that the Mongol cavalry had really retreated, the commander of the local garrison took the soldiers in the city more than two hours to clear the clay mound blocking the city gate.

Wanyan Chen, a monk, sent an attendant to inquire about the whereabouts of the Mongolian iron cavalry, and at the same time sent someone to contact his 1,500 "loyal and filial piety" brothers who were riding outside.

Another half a day passed, and several spies came back one after another to tell the truth.

Monk Wanyan Chen finally knew what was happening outside the city, and his "loyal and filial piety army" attacked the Mongolian camp at night and was surrounded and killed on the spot by more than 400 people.

The remaining 1,000 "loyal and filial piety" brothers, under the leadership of the deputy general, finally escaped from the Mongolian camp, but were chased and killed by 3,000 Mongolian iron cavalry.

It was the little prince of Zhao Wangfu in front of him who personally led 30,000 "loyal and brave troops" to annihilate the 3,000 Mongolian iron horsemen before he saved his more than 1,000 brothers.

Monk Wanyan Chen is a person who knows the soldiers, in that case, if it were not for the appearance of Wanyan Kang, even if the "Loyal and Filial Piety Army" would not be completely annihilated, at least more than half of the brothers would not be able to escape the poison.

Therefore, he is grateful from the bottom of his heart for the handsome position, this little prince who is a few years younger than himself.

As a martial artist, he can feel the coercion from this little prince, this is definitely not just an ordinary gentleman, I am afraid it is also a master who is decisive.

"Haha, I finally saw my No. 1 general in the Dajin Kingdom, General Wanyan, please hurry up."

Wan Yan Kang hurriedly turned out from behind Shuai Eucalyptus, walked two steps to the front, stretched out his hands to help Wan Yan Chen Monk up, and carefully looked at the already famous general.

I saw that this person was more than nine feet tall on the top of the flat, half a head taller than himself, in his early thirties, with sideburns and cheeks, a pair of eagle eyes, and a resolute gaze.

Looking at the face, this is the most typical Jurchen, unlike Wan Yankang himself, who looks so "delicate".

"I'm ashamed, the last general can't deserve the little prince's false praise, if it weren't for the little prince's timely action this time, I'm afraid that Monk Wanyan Chen at this time would already be alone."

Hearing Wan Yan Kang praise himself as "the first fierce general of the Dajin Kingdom", Monk Wan Yan Chen was both excited and guilty, no matter which one it was, his good impression of Wan Yan Kang rose to a new level in an instant.

Wan Yankang is no longer polite, he knows that there are too many polite words, but it makes people annoying.

"General Wanyan, according to the report from the spies, this Mongolian Subutai is still stationed near a village fifty miles away from here, and there are only 11,000 men and horses left under his command."

"His atrocities in the villages have spread throughout the northwestern state capitals of the Western Xia Kingdom, and more than 20,000 soldiers and horses have been sent from several state capitals to block the way of the Mongols returning north."

"Since we Dajin warriors have caught up with this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, I want to join in and leave these 11,000 Mongols in the land of Western Xia forever."

"I don't know General Wanyan, are you interested in accompanying him on a trip?"

Maybe it was just a victory, and it was a war of annihilation, maybe the current comparison of forces between the enemy and us is too obvious.

Wan Yan Kang was extremely confident and made an invitation to Monk Wan Yan Chen.

"The little prince has an order, and the last general will not dare to disobey!"

Originally, Wanyan Kang was the little prince of the Jin Kingdom, and his military rank in the army was higher than that of Wanyan Chen, and he had just saved the lives of almost the entire army.

Now that the other party has made such a reasonable request, how can he not agree?

What's more, he had nearly 500 brothers who died in the battle of the camp that night.

Five hundred people may not be anything to other armies, but it is nearly one-third of the strength of his "loyal and filial piety army", and for the "loyal and filial piety army", it can be regarded as a broken nerve.

"In this way, General Wanyan is now only under the command of 1,000 men, and I will select another 2,000 of the most courageous sergeants from the 'Loyal and Brave Army' and transfer them to General Wanyan's command."

"Just train according to General Wanyan's way of leading troops, horses, armor, weapons, bows and arrows, if you lack anything, just open your mouth."

"What the 'Loyal Warriors' have, there is no other thing to say in the next place, and if the 'Loyal Warriors' don't have it, I can also immediately pass the book to my father and make up for General Wanyan as soon as possible."

Well, Monk Wanyan Chen was still worried that he would have a thousand people left.

Although some of the equipment of the heavy cavalry was later recovered, the men and horses were gone, so how could they fight tough battles?

Unexpectedly, the little prince in front of him opened his mouth to add another 2,000 military horses to himself, and he completely opened himself up for supplies.

"The last general... The last will be terrified, and the last will be ......"

"General Wanyan, don't be like this, your surname is Wanyan, and my surname is Wanyan, in the eyes of my Wanyan Kang, General Wanyan is like a big brother."

"You are the bravest general of my Dajin, how can you not have enough strong troops to command? If it weren't for the fact that the 'heavy cavalry' consumed too much, and there was still a total below, how could it be that tens of thousands of soldiers and horses would have to be allocated to the general. ”

Acting is a full set, since you want to accept this fierce general, you can't be petty.

At this time, in the eyes of Wan Yan Kang, let alone 2,000 sergeants, even if he exchanged 20,000 sergeants for Wan Yan Chen monks, he was willing.

It's really "easy to get a thousand troops, but hard to find"!

"The last general is Monk Chen, and he is willing to die for the little prince!"

"Haha, with General Wanyan's help, why worry about the thieves and the gold?"

......

"Brother Mo, where do you think Daddy will be?"

So many days have passed, not only has Huang Yaoshi not heard from him, but even Ouyang Feng and Ouyang Ke's uncle and nephew seem to have disappeared from this world, and they can't find out the slightest news.

"Rong'er, maybe our guess was wrong at the beginning, or we were misled."

Guo Mo still held the original ephedra paper in his hand.

"If you know this, go north to the desert."

"You mean, someone deliberately led us to the desert, when in fact they didn't go to the desert at all, but somewhere else?"

"Rong'er, the one who can take out this jade flute must be someone from the Murong family, and the only one who can make his father-in-law willingly send the jade flute should be Ouyang Bi back then."

"I think it should be Ouyang Bi who came forward and took away his father-in-law's jade flute, and then I don't know what means to use, let my father-in-law help them do things, and it can be seen from the rescue of Ouyang Ke from the foot of Taihang Mountain."

"As for spreading the book 'Peach Blossom Island' again, in addition to wanting to divert our attention, I am afraid that it also has the purpose of sowing discord and profiting from it."

"For hundreds of years, the Murong family has done this kind of thing. Now that I think about it, that person named Murong Yan should really be left behind. ”

Guo Mo, who calmed down, carefully analyzed what happened before and after, and felt that his current guess may be the closest to the truth.

However, where is this yellow medicine master?

This is the only thing he can't explain, to say that someone has taken down Huang Yaoshi, he doesn't believe it ten thousand, unless it is an innate master.

Innate master? Is he really alive?

"Brother Guo, junior sister, there is the latest information-"

Chen Xuanfeng walked in from outside the camp tent, followed by the fourth junior brother Feng Ge.

Guo Mo likes Chen Xuanfeng's point, his nerves are a little big, and he regards himself as a brother from the heart, rather than a ruler or a prince.

Guo Mo is also here with him, and he can "enjoy" this rare sincerity.

Guo Mo took the information and opened it to take a look.

"There are only more than 11,000 people left in the Subutai Division, of which 3,500 have lost their horses, and there are more than 700 wounded soldiers, that is to say, there are less than 7,000 people who can really be called Mongolian iron horses."

"Wan Yan Kang has already subdued Monk Wan Yan Chen, and the two armies of the Jin State have also been combined into one, with nearly 30,000 horses. There are also more than 20,000 Western Xia troops who rushed over from nearby states, but their combat strength is still debatable. ”

"It seems that the war between these three parties is about to break out. We can't be idle, if Subutai is defeated, there will be two most likely ways to escape. ”

Guo Mo took out the latest topographic map drawn by "Listening to the Wind", although Guo Mo had done his best to provide "Listening to the Wind" with what he knew, the drawing techniques and skills of later generations.

However, the drawing still made Guo Mo not very satisfied.

"Wow, Brother Guo, when did you have such a baby?"

The map that Guo Mo was not satisfied with became a rare treasure in Chen Xuanfeng's eyes.

The mountains and rivers, the avenues and trails, the directions and distances between the cities are also clearly marked.

"Okay, such a map, one person will give you a copy, and the route to escape quickly will be this and this, and you will each bring your own subordinates and ambush them in these two places respectively."

"If you don't see Subutai, let those stragglers go back, and if you see Subutai, those who can be captured must be captured."

"It was too difficult, so I followed them, harassed and delayed their return, and immediately sent someone back to report the news."

"Leave me twenty guards here to deliver the news, and take the others with you."

The protagonists of this war are not them, and Guo Mo doesn't want to fight for that glory, so leave it to Wan Yankang, hoping that he can really make a name for himself in the land of Western Xia.

Guo Mo set his eyes on Yinzhou City, which was thirty miles away.

"Rong'er, did you say that this Murong Yan went to Yinzhou City, is it really so simple to pass by?"

Chen Xuanfeng and Feng Ge happily took a map and left, leaving only Guo Mo and Huang Rong in the camp.

"Hmph, how is that possible? If you want me to see, you are 'destined to meet for a thousand miles'. ”

Guo Mo had mentioned Murong Yan just now, but he was interrupted by Chen Xuanfeng and the others coming in.

Unexpectedly, Chen Xuanfeng and the others had just left, and Guo Mo actually mentioned this person's name again.

Although Huang Rong knew that Guo Mo was also analyzing the facts, as soon as he heard this person's name, he was inexplicably uncomfortable.

The two had a very tacit understanding, and neither of them spoke again.

After drinking a cup of tea, Guo Mo saw that it was still early, glanced at Huang Rong, and walked out of the tent.

First go and tell the escort team that you are going to Yinzhou City, and if you have news, you will send it directly.

led Huang Rong out of the camp and found that Huang Rong was already waiting there.

The two looked at each other and smiled, and beat their horses and headed towards Yinzhou City.

"You, you're going to buy me something delicious in a moment—"

"Catch up with me first, drive-"

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