It's night, Jizhou Governor's Mansion.

The lights in the rest of the places have been extinguished, but Liu Dudu's room is still lit, and occasionally soldiers passing by on night patrol can't help but sigh at Liu Dudu's diligence and hard work.

But only this man named Liu Yanran knows by himself, but if there is a choice, the ghost will want to be busy working at this point. Especially for a person who practices martial arts, a good routine can ensure sufficient combat power, and staying up all night is simply abandoning martial arts.

But even so, Liu Yanran had to work all night.

It's just because of Wang Gaocheng, who saw the ghost, that the mess left behind is too troublesome.

Because this Wang Gaocheng doesn't like the killing blades of Jibei, he has to talk about the mysteries and preach the scriptures on weekdays, and now the replacement of the blades of the Jizhou garrison has been seriously blocked. And Liu Yanran herself was often pulled by Wang Gaocheng to learn what kind of famous people, and she also delayed a lot of military affairs that should have been handled - fortunately, Wang Gaocheng still died after all, but these backlog of things still have to be done after all.

"Fortunately, Jibei already has a new grinder."

After a pause, Liu Yanran raised her head and looked at the bright moon outside the window.

The bright moon rises into the sky, and the color is as bright as blood.

It's the good weather that kills.

"It's a pity ......"

With a sigh, Liu Yanran finally turned her gaze back.

If there is no delay from Wang Gaocheng, if the soldiers and soldiers are complete, then a season like this is a good time to gather troops and horses and wave their troops to the north.

Zongma grassland, the sword points to Mobei, maybe it can be like his name, Le Shi Yanran.

But now......

It is still necessary to deal with these preliminary preparations first.

Wait a little longer, wait a little longer.

Jizhou Governor's Mansion is not ready yet.

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At the same time, Yangjiabao in the distance.

In the dock fort, the old and weak women and children had already fallen asleep, but the young men of the Yang clan were still working hard to rebuild the burned ancestral hall, but even with Carpenter Li on the side, the progress of the project was still extremely slow.

Just because in this process, there will always be various accidents of one kind or another.

At the beginning, the Yang clan thought it was just bad luck, but as more and more accidents occurred, many people thought that this was angering the ancestors and were punished.

Therefore, even though they knew that working all night might not be useful, the Yang clan people were still working overtime, just hoping that the ancestors' spirits in the sky could see their efforts, so as to forgive the sin of the ancestral hall being burned.

"So what about Saburo?"

Looking up at the ancestral hall that had begun to take shape, the old Yang Xuan remembered a person.

"He didn't come again?"

"San Lang, he said that he wants to practice the sword, and he wants to use the knife in his hand to kill his prestige like his ancestors."

A member of the Yang clan replied casually, with a bit of ridicule in his words.

It's not that this person did it on purpose, but that Yang Saburo has indeed become the laughing stock of the entire Yang Jiabao now. I picked up a scimitar from somewhere, and said that I wanted to kill my prestige like my ancestors, how could this be possible?

You must know that the ancestor of their Yang family, but Emperor Gao, who followed the Taizu Emperor of the Great Chen Dynasty, went to the east and west, and then broke through a great prestige. Even if the Yang clan in Jizhou is in decline today, and there are not even enough young and strong people in the clan, they will still be proud of their ancestors whenever they talk about them.

What is this Yang Sanlang, who provoked Jiang Qianglong with bad vision, and even lost the ancestral treasure knife, such a good thing is also worthy of emulating the ancestors?

"Okay, okay, no matter what San Lang says, he is also the Yang family, since he has this heart, then let him go."

With a sigh, Yang Xuan didn't care about these anymore after all.

Even if Yang Saburo used to be the best disciple in the clan, there are more important things to do for the Yang clan now.

The ancestral hall of the clan has to be rebuilt, the crops harvested in the field must also be dealt with, and the demand for grain and grass on Liu Dudu's side has to be disposed of...... Those miscellaneous things, each of which requires Yang Jiabao to go all out.

But these things are all piled up together.

"The wind is blowing from the north......"

Looking up at the bright moon in the sky, Yang Xuan panicked for no reason.

He only hoped that those Hu people would not come over at this time.

Wait, wait, wait.

After all, Yangjiabao is not ready yet.

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At midnight, Du Chengfeng in the small courtyard was still exercising before going to bed.

Carrying logs, leaning on big trees, solving pigs, dragon and tiger, every time before going to bed, Du Chengfeng will practice all the combat skills he has mastered. As for the stabbing and blogging wrestling, it has been integrated into his life and has become his daily instinct.

Walking on the road, there are pedestrians passing by, he will aim at the other party's vital point at first sight, and then he will judge the opponent's posture and center of gravity, although Li Carpenter has been saying that he is uncomfortable when he is stared at by this kind of eyes, but for Du Chengfeng, this kind of training is fruitful.

However, it is not enough.

If you want to defeat the man named Su Xiqing, it is not enough to rely on the current accumulation.

He needs to be stronger, he needs to be stronger, he needs to be stronger.

Fortunately, the route on Liu Dudu's side has been passed, and all the arsenals of the entire Jizhou have been polished by him, Liu Dudu can get the blade, and his side can get the memory attached to the evil qi, which is undoubtedly a win-win thing.

What's more, on that flag, he has also understood the way to fight against Su Xiqing.

"It's going to be ready, it's going to be ready."

As soon as he thought of this, Du Chengfeng clenched his fists.

It's not that Du Chengfeng didn't think about escaping, it's not that he didn't think about hiding far away, after all, Carpenter Li also said that as long as he fled south and fled all the way to the hinterland of Dachen, no matter how brave Su Xiqing was, could he chase him over there?

Yes.

Only Du Chengfeng himself knows that the man named Su Xiqing can really do it.

That's a monster who has understood the evil spirit of the sword soldier, that's an opponent who can be upgraded as long as he kills, indeed, he can choose to escape, but can the speed of his escape really compare to the killing speed of Su Xiqing?

Retreat is the real death, and only by mustering up courage and moving forward bravely can we grasp the only chance of life.

Only now, only when Su Xiqing has not yet begun to really become stronger by killing, can he have a chance to solve this mortal enemy once and for all.

"Anyway, go to bed first!"

After practicing, Du Chengfeng took a shower and returned to the bed.

It is necessary to recuperate, he has to go to the Jizhou arsenal to polish those blades during the day, he has to be stronger, and he has to become stronger, so that he can be foolproof.

Wait a little longer, wait a little longer.

In the final analysis, he is not ready to face Su Xiqing directly.

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The next morning, Du Chengfeng, who had woken up from sleep, was just about to ride to Jizhen on horseback, but heard a message from the frightened Yang family.

Last night, the city of Jizhen was broken.

The former army general of the Qingyang Department, Su Xiqing, beheaded Liu Yanran, the commander of Jizhou.