Why was Gu Xiao so frightened that he was almost invaded by the poisoning miasma of this mountain with green leaves in his mouth, only because of the small golden order that broke through the mountain fog was very similar to the sky-turning unicorn seal lying quietly in his arms, not only the cloud-swallowing beast on the top edge of the token, but also the shape of the oxtail wrapping the token.

The difference is that it is not like the turquoise jade in the unicorn seal that makes the jade sand polish the word "Lin", and the gold order in his hand is only made of pure gold, and the middle is not "Lin" but a "Yi" word...

Resisting the urge to take out the Qilin Turning the Sky Seal in his arms and comparing it, Gu Xiao looked at the sound in the condensed mountain fog through the mountain fog that had already risen to obscure his vision, and the suspicion in his heart was a little thicker.

Fleeing all the way to this forest, Gu Xiao had already seen the figure of the masked person, and he had doubts in his heart, but at this time he was already convinced: "The Heaven Turning Qilin Seal was given by the master, this person once saved me in the snow in the mountains and forests of Mojun, and then helped me heal outside Yanbei City, this time when the Jin army was intimidated by the mountain fog, he took the opportunity to throw this seal to me, I think this person is not an old friend of the master, and it is also quite related to the Heaven Turning Qilin Seal..."

When Gu Xiao was thinking hard, there was a feeling of patting on his shoulder, and when he looked back, he saw that it was Murong Yu and the three of them, and it was the urgent urging in Murong Yu's charming eyes, so he almost opened his mouth and exhaled softly, and suddenly came back to his senses.

At the other end of the mist, the young man's back gradually disappeared into the mountain mist, and the corner of the masked man's lips raised a smile, and he took the eyes that were full of cold and murderous intent before, which seemed to contain a variety of emotions, some were happy, some were satisfied, and some were relieved...

After a moment, until he couldn't see the half-clone figure of the young man anymore, he was a little reluctant to cover his face, retracted his gaze, silently pondered, turned to the side and was still "immersed" in the mountain fog and couldn't extricate himself, snorted coldly, drilled out of the wide robe in the palm of his hand, and blew the palm wind towards the Jin army commander.

Chun Yufu is deep in the mountain fog at this moment and can't extricate himself, in the whirlpool of the mountain fog in front of him, he actually let Chun Yu return to his childhood, and he is looking at the heavy armor black horse, holding a brocade box in his hand, and respectfully entering the house.

"Daddy!" The young man was full of tears, snatched out of the house, and threw himself on the brocade box, and his mother was kneeling beside him, and the tears that had already cried were dry, as if he had lost his soul, and there was no emotion on his face.

Chun Yufu was like an out-of-body soul at this moment, standing in the crowd of onlookers in the mansion, looking at his young self, tears had already filled the eyes of this golden helmet.

Although his father is the leader of the military generals of the Jin Dynasty, "people go to tea and cool, and people die and the lights go out" This kind of heat and cold has remained unchanged for eternity, and the Chun Yu Mansion, which was once like a city, became instantly crowded with his father's head, not only that, but the previous political enemies of the DPRK and China also took the opportunity to embarrass him, not only slandering his father for dictating military affairs, but also placing some trumped-up charges on the head of his deceased father...

Father was incorruptible, there was no savings in the house, since the death of his father, the family instantly became tight, some generals who had been disposed of by his father on weekdays, often came to the door to embarrassment, mother washed her face with tears every day, and she was the son of the tiger who was the son of the "defeated army" in these mouths in an instant.

Humiliation and unwillingness to fill the heart of the young man, but he could not do anything, so he could only shut himself up in the backyard and wave the lance from 100 times a day to 500 a day, and then practice others.

In this way, day after day, the young man's body gradually grew stronger and stronger with the rotation of time, and Chunyu's mansion had already moved out of the imperial city, which symbolized the pillar stone of the court, and only lived in a dilapidated courtyard in a remote place in Beijing.

Mother's delicate hands are gradually covered with calluses, but the mother and son depend on each other, and the days are poor and calm, the only thing that remains unchanged is the adult Chunyu, who gets up every day on three watches, helps the family to do a good job of chopping wood and carrying water, and then takes the only silver lance brought out from Chunyu's house up the mountain.

When he was a teenager, he was eighteen years old today, and he had already increased the number of five hundred wielding lances to thousands, and the northland was cold all year round, but Chun waved his hammer shirtless every day, and poured silver lances, and every time he swung out, the spear blade cut through the air, and the whistling sound faintly revealed the image of internal force stability.

At the beginning of the morning, the lance was retracted, and Chun Yu tore the linen clothes on the side, draped on the sturdy back of the steaming steam, and walked down the mountain with easy steps... Like a remnant soul, Chun Yufu, who was watching from the side, couldn't help but clench his fists, eagerly hammering the invisible barrier in front of him, and kept roaring and shouting: "It's today, go down the mountain quickly."

！ Get down the hill! Go home and see your mother!"

The invisible barrier in front of him blocked all the sounds of his hammering and shouting, and the young man who was just a barrier didn't hear it at all, but walked down the mountain leisurely with a relaxed pace by himself.

Chun, who felt powerless, changed the scene in front of him, and was already in the small courtyard of his home, and his adult self was holding the pen left by his mother, unable to cry.

Tears slipped silently from Chun Yufu's face, and the invisible barrier was in front of him, no matter how Chun Yufu worked, he couldn't break the barrier in front of him, so he could only burst into tears, quietly looking at the barrier, and kowtowing to his mother, who committed suicide on the hanging beam.

All kinds of the past, reappeared in his mind, Chun Yufu was powerless to shout again, but his eyes moved slightly, turned to the entrance of the small courtyard, and sure enough, the familiar figure reappeared in front of the small courtyard.

"Chun Yu family boy, how can he be depressed because of this..." The son is still as warm as jade, and his eyes are still sharp if he can see through people's hearts, looking at the young Chun Yu who is kneeling on the ground, and speaks softly.

"It's all you! My father fought for you, and after he died, you never even showed your face! Let my family be humiliated!" Hearing this person speak, Chun Yu, who was full of puzzlement, blamed all the death of his mother on the person behind him, and when he roared, with one move, the silver lance on the ground seemed to sense the call of the master, and suddenly rose.

Under the anger, where to care about the distinction between the monarch and the minister, the noble and the low, Chun Yu just wanted to pour out all the anger in this life, the silver lance in his hand was like electricity, looking back, and stabbing the chest of the person.

Thousands of times a day, Chun Yu has already been a human lance unity, the long lance stabbed out, as if waving the fist in the hand as freely, the lance is coming in an instant, this thorn, has hidden the power of the hall.

The lance stabbed out, and he looked back, but he saw the purple-collared Taoist accompanying the gentle son, waving his three-foot long sleeves, only with a flick, and the silver lance in his hand flew away.

In the moment of being forced back by the Taoist, the young Chunyu has calmed down, the son in front of him is a person he can't offend, fortunately this old Taoist made a move, if he made a big mistake, how to avenge his mother and shame his father...

However, the young man was strong in blood, and he was forced to retreat by this purple-collar Taoist, where was he willing to obey, and he swung his fist again, but the target was changed to a purple-collar Taoist.

Even if there is no lance in his hand, he has been wielding the lance every day for many years, and he has already made others unified, even if he has not entered the realm of robots, his fist is as sharp as a long lance.

The fist wind is like a lance, and all the snow in the small courtyard is lifted, and the young man Chun is terrifying in this punch, but there is no fear in the eyes of the young man, it seems that the young man Chun Yu is holding the lance to attack himself has not happened, and the color of appreciation turned into a simple sentence and blurted out.

"Don't hurt him!"

The young man Chun condensed many years of martial arts practice in this move, and heard Gongzi's words, only that Gongzi said to himself, so that he could not hurt the purple collar Taoist, seeing that the fist wind was approaching the Taoist, he had lifted his gray beard, and couldn't help but want to secretly unload a little bit of strength, so as not to really hurt his life.

Unexpectedly, when he was weighing himself for a moment, he remembered Ziling's voice of approval in his ears.

"Without the teachings of a teacher, it is not easy to get to this point..."

When the sound fell, the young man Chun Yu was like a hammer, the whole person flew out upside down, hit the wall of the small courtyard, and vomited blood, the young man Chun Yu only understood at this time, where did the child's sentence "don't hurt him" say to himself, but what this person said, don't hurt yourself!

After years of studying day and night, I thought that one day, I could be ashamed of my father, but I didn't expect that even this purple-collar old way could not be defeated, and I wanted to get up hard, but I couldn't raise the slightest strength, and the young man sat down under the root of the wall, and there was no more luster in his eyes.

When his heart was like ashes, he heard the son in the courtyard speak: "You said that your father fought hard for me, but I never showed up after his death, so that you suffered the humiliation of the villain at home... I recognize it!"

The son spoke, making the young man raise his eyes in surprise, he only said that he was only a prince, but he never thought that he had ascended to the position of the ninety-five.

"You've lost your loved ones, and I've lost them—" Childe said, lifting the corner of his clothes, revealing the layered Minghuang Susu under his clothes.

Before the young man could react, the boy had already covered Su Min and continued to speak: "You have lost your parents, and you have good clothes and food

life, even losing its dignity..."

Speaking of this, Gongzi's words changed sharply, showing the prestige of the Ninth Five-Year Superior: "I can help you get these back and revive your reputation at home... I wonder what you think?"

The young man Chun Yu suddenly changed greatly, and under the repeated opening of the child, he lost his mind for a while, just staring at the bright yellow looming under the hem of the child's clothes, raised his head blankly, looked at the purple-collared Taoist who was stroking his beard on the side, his eyes flickered for a moment, gritted his teeth, and stood up against the wall.

Walking quickly to the front of the child, he knelt down with a "poof", and Chun Yu gritted his teeth and said: "Chun Yu is brave, I want to ask the Lord for permission."

Hearing the young man say the word "Lord", a smile appeared on the child's face, and he said softly: "Say it!"

"My father gave me the name Yao, I thought that one day I would be like him, but I was ashamed of my father and my mother died... Chun Yu no longer has the face to take the name of Yaozi again, and please give the name to the Lord!" The young man's eyes moved slightly, looked at the looming bright yellow hem, and kowtowed. Look at the book

When Gongzi heard this, his face was even more praised, he pondered for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "You are bent on revenge, and I have already given you a name."

"Thank you, Lord Longen, long live my emperor, long live, long live!" The young man kowtowed to thank him, and after getting the will of peace, he couldn't help but look back at his mother's room...

Childe looked at everything in his eyes, looked back slightly, and said softly, "Someone."

When the voice came out, a small eunuch flashed out of the courtyard gate, and he came quickly.

"Spread my will, chase Chun Yu Mengwu Yihou... Chun Yu is Mrs. Wu Yi..."

"From today onwards, you will follow the national teacher to practice martial arts, and I promise you that if you can take off the golden helmet one day, it will be the day when you will be ashamed of your father..."

Chun Yu revisited the barrier, as if he revisited the time of the year, and when the deep sadness in his heart was reawakened, he felt that the invisible barrier in front of him suddenly showed a crack, not only that, but behind the barrier, the scene of the past also seemed to be gradually blurred as the crack widened.

When I wanted to take the opportunity to look at my mother's face again, I was pulled by the huge suction behind me, like falling into the abyss...

Raising his head suddenly, Chun Yufu woke up for a moment, and suddenly checked that there was someone beside him, and the moment he raised his head, he raised his palm and slapped the person on his side to the door.

The person beside him also seemed to sense that Chun Yu was attacking the wind of Fu Zhang, and when he avoided it, he opened his mouth and called: "General Chun Yu, it's me, Yi Dethroned!"

Hearing this, he hurriedly withdrew his palm, looked at it carefully, and looked at the person covering his face for a long time with a guarded face, before he spoke: "It was Brother Yi who helped me get out of trouble, and I ask Brother Yi not to be surprised!"

"The general has deep internal strength, and he knows the heavens, so he doesn't have to worry, but what should they do?" The masked man hurriedly clenched his fists, and then turned his words and pointed to the forest.

Chun Yufu secretly screamed in his heart, and hurriedly looked in the direction of his finger covering his face, only to see that the mountain fog in the forest had become a black mist, and the colorful colors faintly appeared in the mountain mist, and he could only vaguely see that all the soldiers under his command had fallen to the ground.