Now, the boy with the light in his eyes no longer exists, and his bones are gone.

When Wan Yanjing ordered Yushi to give Shi Pian a funeral, she didn't feel much.

Huo Xiang fell into a coma suddenly, and she was busy "fighting for power" during that time.

On the first seven days, he went to watch the ceremony and was buried, but there was only a little unreal silence, and there was still a trace of luck, Shi Piansheng was probably in Huo Xiang's some plans, and he was playing tricks to death.

But as time goes by, this kind of luck is getting smaller and smaller, and people have to believe that that the lonely tombstone is probably really the fate of General Qingfeng.

The wind and clouds changed while his thoughts flew, and when he looked up again, the surrounding scene had changed into a battlefield full of gunsmoke.

The stone mountains were filled with a murderous atmosphere, and the air was strangely distorted, flooding with colorful waves.

Shi Piansheng was holding a saber and was harvesting the heads of the enemy soldiers not far away, his originally delicate face was full of bloodthirsty anger.

The neighing of the war horses carried the breath of death, and the sound of hooves shook the earth like thunder, making people frightened.

They stood proudly, their sideburns flying, and their iron hooves crushed the rocks under their feet, as if they wanted to step this piece of time and space into the dust.

Long hair flew in the air, shouts of killing came and went, and the soldiers waved their weapons in their hands, and their faces were full of hideous expressions as if they were the roar of the devil.

"Whoosh", the high-spirited Yushan banner was shot down by a sharp arrow that emitted golden light, Wang Xiaolan held a huge iron bow, and looked at it for thousands of miles.

And herself, passively following the tireless charge of her body, countless lives returned to heaven and earth under the sword in her hand, and the bursting blood vessels spurted hot blood, burning Wan Yanjing's eyes.

Wan Yan Jing looked at everything in front of her in a daze, and her heart was pounding.

"Ancestor, Ancestor!"

The young warriors of Yushan were lying in a pool of blood and let out their last mournful wail towards the top of the heavenly moat of Yushan.

The government army that blocked Huo Xiang with them was as vulnerable as tofu under the iron cavalry and Huo Xiang's sword.

The cliff top on Yu Mountain seems to be two worlds with the blood flowing under the mountain, the bloody rain and bloody wind under the mountain cannot blow the high mountain snow lotus on the top of the cliff, Yu Mountain closes the door and locks the mountain, always silent.

It is not the first time that Wan Yanjing has experienced the scenery of the battlefield, but it is the first time to participate in the fight at such a close range.

Many people have died because of her, but this is the first time that she has killed someone.

It felt so real, and there was a thread in my head that was so tight that it seemed like it was going to break in the next second.

The large red and fishy hot blood brought dizziness and annoyance that were difficult to resolve, and Wan Yan Jing understood the cause and effect in a trance.

In the third year of Hongwen, King Xuan marched to Yushan.

The national teacher of the Xia Dynasty planned for more than two years, promised the owner of Yushan countless heavenly and earthly treasures, and united the undercover agents of Chu and Qin to cooperate with each other, intending to turn Huo Xiang into a turtle in an urn and bury the bones of Yushan.

Layer by layer design, Tu Shanying, the number one master in Daxia, is an extremely important part.

Huo Xiang is a martial artist in the Grandmaster Realm, and there are masters such as Wang Xiaolan around him who are also extraordinary.

With thousands of troops alone, it is difficult to leave the Grandmaster Realm behind, but if Tu Shanying makes a move, everything will be different.

Huo Xiang's response was a handwritten copy.

This handwritten copy first appeared in an inconspicuous stall at the foot of Yushan Mountain, and under the deliberate guidance, it arrived at the desk of Tu Shanying, the owner of Yushan Mountain, in just a few days.

Tu Shanying has been stationed in the realm of the Great Perfection of the Grandmaster for many years, and he is only one step away from stepping into the legendary Great Grandmaster.

But this kick at the door is like the moat of Yushan, and it is as difficult as climbing to the sky.

If you want to practice this skill, you must first go to the palace.

After obtaining the handwritten copy, this two-hundred-year-old martial arts master thought about it for a few days and then killed himself, disregarding his old feelings and cutting off his little brother who had been with him for more than 200 years.

No one knows what he thinks, and such an outrageous thing happened.

Tu Shanying's bold attempt allowed him to cross the threshold of the Great Grandmaster in an instant and glimpse the corner of the pinnacle of martial arts, but soon after, his qi was reversed and took a sharp turn.

Tu Shanying, who realized that she had been fooled, was physically and mentally hurt.

The two-year situation of the national teacher was ruined.

In the end, Huo Xiang took more than 1,000 soldiers to break through Yushan Pass and successfully returned to Qin.

Soon after, several volumes of the book entitled "Eyes on the World" began to flow out of the Qin State, and the fascinating descriptions and ups and downs of the plot soon became popular in various countries, and were fiercely touted in the circles of literati and ink writers and boudoir ladies.

The bookstore that publishes the book makes a lot of money.

People have privately speculated about the trumpet worn by everyone by the pen name "Jin Yong".

The reputation of the book is even more popular with the rumors of several masters wielding knives from the palace after reading the book.

Anyone who is literate can't help but buy a book to have fun, what is written, how can it be compared to the classics of Buddhism and Taoism.

One day, "Eyes on the World" suddenly disappeared from the market.

It is forbidden to sell, privately print, and mention ......

This situation is not uncommon, and there are many books with this treatment before, such as "The History of Concubine Ying", "Tasting Flowers and Playing Spring", "Blowing the Lantern Treasure" and so on.

But "Eyes on the World", a book with few glamorous descriptions, is an exception.

In the fourth year of Hongwen, "Eyes on the World" was officially included in the list of banned books......

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Wan Yanjing was woken up by a series of "bah" and laughter.

With all kinds of dreams, she was even more tired than before going to bed, and the bloody scenes of the war were constantly replaying in her mind, and the internal injuries repaired by the elixir tended to worsen.

She roughly straightened her dress, pushed open the carriage door, and got out of the carriage with a pale face.

After sleeping all the way, it was almost dusk, and they stopped at an ordinary village on the way to repair.

Lao Xu and Ergou didn't know where they went, leaving only Huo Xiang still dangling in front of her eyes.

Huo Xiang was laughing and sitting in a circle with a few children, and there was a palm-sized white shadow on his shoulder, fanning his little wings to make a "bah" sound from time to time.

"You lost, you lost, it's mine!" Huo Xiang suddenly let out a series of "box box" laughter and threw the wooden card in his hand on the ground.

The four or five boys and girls of eight or nine years old who fought against him were remorseful and unwilling, and one of the boys was accompanied by a little girl of five or six years old, who pulled her brother's sleeve and cried "wow".

"Brother, it's gone......"

Huo Xiang grabbed the young goose standing on his shoulder and held it in his palm, and vigilantly took a few steps away from them.

"I want to lose the bet, no matter how much I cry, it's useless."

The little white goose kissed him very much, and rubbed his little head against his palm, making a crisp and lively "bah" sound.

The little girl cried even harder.

Wan Yanjing: "......"

(End of chapter)