The general who is standing, the minister who is sitting.

The nursery rhymes have been circulating for a long time, and most people are accustomed to thinking that the nursery rhymes are just realistic scenes of the military generals in the Southern Tang Dynasty.

Few people remember the battle of Xunyang Lake in the founding of the Southern Tang Dynasty, the general Yan Ling and the prime minister Du Xizhong took their bodies as bait, and led 30,000 weak divisions to fight the courage of the main division, and dragged the main force of the enemy army more than ten times for more than ten years, and finally the city was broken and martyred, but they won the most unlikely possibility for the main force of the empire to achieve the siege.

At the most critical time of the war, Yan Ling tied herself to the iron pole of the city's handsome flag to show that she would not retreat.

After Yan Ling's death, Prime Minister Du Xizhong moved the chair to the city wall, entangled himself, and finally died with the city.

It is a service, under the city of Xunyang, and there are many corpses.

In Xunyang City, there is no life left.

This battle laid the thousand-year-old foundation of the Southern Tang Empire and laid the immortal reputation of the Tang Army for thousands of years.

Taizu of the Southern Tang Dynasty went to the main sacrifice of Xunyang in person, stared at the head of the city for a long time, and sighed abruptly, "May I, the Southern Tang Dynasty, be all standing generals and sitting ministers." ”

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At that time, although the scenery could not be reached, every time I thought of it, my heart longed for it.

Li Xinglin thought that if he ran back to the inner hall to move the chair at this moment, it would be too funny and contrived. He was neither the prime minister nor a martyr for the country, but he did not lose the integrity of the imperial city.

Then sit on the threshold, don't lose or earn, you should be like this.

Yin Lanqing naturally couldn't figure out that there were so many joints in it. just tilted his head sideways, but his eyes fell on the jasper hairpin that Li Xinglin held in his hand, and his face gradually became solemn.

"Natal Flying Sword?" Yin Lanqing's eyelids jumped.

"Natal Flying Sword?" Hearing this, Li Xinglin looked down at the jasper hairpin in his hand and stuck in his arms, and suddenly remembered the solemnity that his wife gave to him, and remembered the solemn advice under the sweet words of you and me, but it was ridiculous that he had always regarded it as a naughty whimsy of his own lady.

He did as Dong Ru said, and folded his hands with strength.

There was a crisp snap, and the jasper hairpin broke in response.

A little fluorescence jumped out from the fracture, and the whole body was yellow and green, like a firefly floating in the wilderness. Probably because he had been in it for too long, as soon as he came out, he was so excited that he flew up and down in the air and kept rolling, and when he tossed enough, he stayed in front of Li Xinglin, as if he had been careful about it, and then he turned around and aimed the sword that was still swallowing at Yin Lanqing.

Natal life, sword as life. The concubine gave her life to Lang Jun, which should be the most gentle and decisive love words in the world.

"Go!"

The flying sword shook and almost smashed to the ground, and he quickly turned his head and trembled at Li Xinglin's nose.

If it could speak, it would have pointed to Him and spat out fragrance.

Learn from those sword fairy masters in the play, pinch a ghost-drawn sword trick, and then drink a snort, who is this fooling?

Seeing these swordsman methods for the first time, Li Xinglin, who was inevitably a little excited, smiled and was full of embarrassment.

Yin Lanqing was stunned for a while, wiped his slightly wet forehead, and said with a smile, "I almost took it seriously, I thought that the city lord was actually a hidden swordsman." It's a pity, although the flying sword is of high rank, in your hands, what is the difference between it and a baby knife? After the loss, Mrs. Zun wanted her soul to be damaged and her cultivation plummeted, how unwise, it really gave me a credit for nothing. ”

The yellow-green flying sword turned its head, and the tip of the sword shook, as if it was scolding.

Even if he didn't know the means of cultivation, Li Xinglin could vaguely hear the danger of his wife at this moment, and when he saw Yin Lanqing taking a step forward, he turned his hand into a palm and was about to shoot it, so he could only sigh lightly and close his eyes and wait for death.

The yellow-green flying sword heart savior shot through the air, but was knocked back by Yin Lanqing's punch, and he was about to wait for the opportunity to fight again, but he was blocked in the air by Yin Lanqing's swing of a gangfeng, and he struggled for a while, and the sword body trembled and screamed.

Yin Lanqing's face turned grim.

Thinking about this time, if you go down with a punch, everything will be quiet. After chatting for a few words, he concocted a natal flying sword, and if it dragged on for a few more moments, he didn't know what kind of moth would come out.

In the affairs of the world, often the heart is worried about the wishes of people, and what is wrong with scruples and worries will definitely come. Yin Lancheng was hesitant, but he saw that the young man in linen lying in front of the hall spat heavily, and sat up slowly, shaking his head and stretching his muscles, then he stretched out a finger and scolded Yin Lanqing is whole way, "When Lao Tzu is called Huazi, it is fifteen taels of silver, silver!" Is there a pit in the brain or is it water? Melon peel! What a melon peel! ”

Yin Lancheng looked at the Mai boy in a daze, and quietly gathered a few copper coins that rolled a little farther away to his side, pointing at himself endlessly, quite a bit of shrew's indomitable momentum on the street.

Even the gray cat didn't know when to get up, and the man sat down beside him, and pouted viciously, revealing two fangs. Listening to the countless sinister words spilled out of the Mai boy's mouth, there was no one like the same, and I couldn't help nodding frequently like hearing the sound of heaven, looking like I was related to my heart.

Yin Lanqing's face was extremely ugly, with a strange expression of stumbling and, and he was also stunned when he squinted at Li Xinglin. It seems that the words of the nephew of the city lord before can't be true, and when he thought of this strange matter, he suddenly felt secretly vigilant in his heart.

Li Xinglin, who had gone between life and death, sighed, seeing that this most innocent young man was not implicated by himself, no matter how bizarre and twisty it was, his heart was finally a little peaceful. Seeing that the young man was scolding happily at the moment, the city lord, who had read the articles of the sages on weekdays, not only did he feel vulgar, but he actually felt quite happy, and couldn't help but praise, "This son is an interesting person. ”

"Uncle!" The young man in sackcloth was full of sadness for a moment, and his face really changed faster than turning a book, and he said angrily, "You don't even know your good nephew, Dabao me!" ”

Li Xinglin, who had an extra nephew out of thin air, was startled, and it was easy to hold the threshold and sit firmly, and then he exclaimed, "My Li family has three generations of single inheritance, where did I come from." ”

"Uncle! Yes, it's time to call uncle. The Mai boy tilted his head and thought about it, then pressed his fingers and combed it, and then shouted with certainty, "I am your good nephew, Dabao." ”

Li Xinglin was speechless and decided not to continue the discussion on whether he was called uncle or uncle.

"That's it, uncle, you don't have a good memory when you're old, but it's not reasonable to remember me every time. The melon thought I was lying. Lose face! "It's just a matter of hugging and crying without uncles and nephews recognizing each other, and this look of disbelief on his face is heart-piercing. The Mai boy sighed with a bitter face, but fortunately he immediately found a way, and he became complacent again, "The time has come to prove myself!" ”

The Mai boy stood up on the ground, and even learned from the appearance of Li Xinglin, stood on his legs, pouted his buttocks and stood in a solid horse step, only then did he put his fingers together and pointed to the sky and roared.

"Give! I!! Come!!!! ”

Li Xinglin forcibly held back a mouthful of old blood.

Yin Lanqing couldn't cry or laugh, and his face was strange.

Is it a family who doesn't know, this sao bao who plays the sword fairy looks exactly the same.

The yellow-green glow turned back violently, and he really plunged into the night as happily as if he had seen a lost relative, and the next second he appeared above the fingertips of the young man in Mai, and the flattering sword body rubbed carefully on the young man's fingertips, and then resurfaced in the air, pointing at Yin Lanqing viciously.

The greenery is gradually rising, and the sword spirit is clear.

The muscles on Yin Lanqing's face twitched violently twice, and his already gloomy face suddenly became extremely ugly.

Command Ruyi to others' natal flying swords, is there such a supernatural power in the world?

"Natal sword, my aunt and nephew are of the same heart and fate, and my aunt's is the treasure of mine. This hand is much more handsome than dripping blood to admit relatives. The young man in sackcloth was triumphant, turned his face to Yin Lanqing and said expectantly, "Do you say melon skin, is it worth five coppers?" ”

Lao Tzu believes that you are a ghost.

Yin Lanqing scolded secretly in her heart, a stiff smile appeared on her face, and she stepped forward and clasped her fists with both hands, "Shicai is clumsy, there are many offenses, and I apologize to Shaoxia." Today, the city lord and the young man are reunited after a long absence, and when there is a lot to say, I won't bother. ”

The Mai boy returned the salute and said sincerely, "Guapi, oh no, Mr. understands righteousness, so naturally it is very good." ”

Between the words, the fist wind rose sharply, the robe cut through the air and hunted, and there was a hidden thunder between the startles, and there was an afterimage that seemed to be a dragon walking through the wind and thunder, and it was actually a punch that directly hit the face of the Mai boy.

Another yellow-green firefly quietly found a sinister angle, facing Yin Lanqing's neck.

The two figures retreated as soon as they could, and immediately joined forces and fought together.

"Despicable."

"Melon peel."

The guys who couldn't calculate each other scolded at the same time, and another wave of foul language and didn't want money smashed into each other's faces.

Compared with the verbal effort, the speed of the two shots is not far behind.

The wind and thunder were everywhere, the sword qi was rampant, and saliva was splashing.

After a few fights, the two of them also have a little understanding of each other's roots, and they are both fast and strange ways to win, and the sinister cunning that is ubiquitous in one punch and one sword obviously has nothing to do with Taoism, and they have to carefully interrogate their consciences.

It stands to reason that a swordsman who is good at flying swords is never willing to fight with people in close quarters. Putting aside the short blow and long sacrifice, the chic freehand of the sword immortal is never lost. Like a young man in Mai, he plays with a flying sword in one hand, and he works hard in places where the thin skin and tender meat are not good to protect, and he is not afraid to get close to his fists and feet, even those market tricks of picking his eyes, picking his nose, scratching his face and pulling his hair are also eclectic.

There is also a fart sword fairy demeanor.

The more Yin Lanqing fought, the more cold he became, and he secretly complained bitterly. The boxer's punch should be hearty and unyielding, but at this moment, the more he fights, the more aggrieved he becomes, and every time he punches just halfway, he sees that the flying sword is sneaking around in which corner the cat is about, waiting for his old power to pick up a ready-made cheap when the new force is just gone.

It's really insidious.

Just now, I was careless, and I was almost cut off by the monkey picking peaches with the flying sword. Fortunately, he is still alert and athletic, but his lower body is hot, and he was still pulled a small opening in the end, and he was very uncomfortable.

The gray cat scoffed, but looked at it with relish.

The most jealous and impetuous against the enemy in battle, this time it rose one after another, Yin Lanqing's fists and feet were still ruthless and agile at the beginning, but his red eyes were snorting and panting, and every punch was a desperate move.

The Mai boy naturally didn't fight for his life, but just avoided the weight and fought with it. Earn a punch here and a kick there, and make sure that the accumulation of small amounts depends on the amount of winning.

Poor Yin Lanqing was ragged, with a blue nose and swollen face, looking extremely miserable, and after a few hard punches and kicks in succession, he was taken advantage of by the yellow-green sword to cut a deep hole in the ankle, and finally couldn't control his body anymore, and he was about to fall to the ground when he stumbled.

The Mai boy laughed, and was about to step forward and punch the water dog.

But seeing Yin Lanqing roar violently, a very unusual shabby gray color appeared on his face, and he actually bounced up from the ground with both hands, and in an instant, a heart-digging fist smashed directly into the young man's chest.

The fist arrived first, and the wind and thunder rose again, and the speed was more than twice as fast as just now.

Outsiders only say that Yin Lanqing is good at fast boxing and black boxing, but they don't know that the secret method dug in an ancient tomb in the early years is his real last reliance. Yin Lanqing has been holding back, deceiving the Mai boy only as if he was winning, until he found an opportunity to sell a flaw, and took advantage of the moment when his spirit was relaxed, so he used a killer attack.

The Mai boy was in a big accident, and he didn't have time to avoid it for a while. Seeing that his fist was about to hit the young man's chest, and he didn't care about the pain behind this secret method, a few traces of bloodthirsty pleasure suddenly appeared on Yin Lanqing's hideous and distorted face.

It's just that the joy just went up on the top of the eyebrows, and it instantly froze.

Beads of red blood dripped from the center of his eyebrows.

A small black and dull sword shot out from the center of the eyebrows, jumped in the air triumphantly, and quietly touched the figure to hide the body in the fluorescent light of the yellow-green small sword, if you don't look closely, it is really not easy to find.

"Despicable!"

This was Yin Lanqing's last thought before he fell into darkness.