Between the mountains of Yanzhou, golden eagles hover.

The brave golden eagles have killed all the crows, and now they are killing the sparrows that dare to fly into the air, not to hunt, but to look down on, after all, they are the predators of the air, they are the top birds of prey.

Sparrows dare to fly into the sky like them.

Only the top predators are worthy of soaring in the sky, this is a paradise for the brave, and as a brave, the most important thing is the courage to challenge the strong - for example, the bird not far away, it is a guy who is much bigger than them, you must know that their size is huge even in the golden eagle, but the bird is still bigger than them.

But after smelling the blood, they rushed forward, ready to give the feathered guy a hard blow, and let the pheasant know who was the master of the sky.

But they weren't greeted by sharp claws and sharp beaks.

Rather, it's a three-pronged spear.

"Where's the brute! Death to Lao Tzu! ”

The three-pronged spear Sulu ingots swept by, and all the golden eagles that wanted to come up and peck at the flesh were swept into the clouds.

And the golden-winged Dapeng bird carrying a three-pronged spear, looking at those ridiculously big golden eagles, couldn't help but have a toothache.

"Actually...... Never mind. ”

stabbed to death the golden eagle he raised, which made the golden-winged Dapeng bird, or the steppe khan, depressed for a while, although in terms of his status, this kind of thing doesn't matter, it's a big deal to change another batch, but when he thinks of what happened to him before, as well as the wounds on his body, this little annoying thing at the moment is more and more eye-catching.

No one will have a good temper after a defeat, especially a big defeat like that.

But he still tried to suppress this anger after all, after all, there is no point in getting angry because of this kind of thing, not to mention that before this shot, he was already prepared to fail - victory and defeat are common things in soldiers, and there is no such thing as winning for a lifetime, not to mention that he has to challenge an opponent who is stronger than him, which has no chance of victory.

But he went anyway, to face the almost invincible enemy.

After all, having a strong enemy is actually not a bad thing.

The weak will fear the enemy, and the enemy is afraid of them, after all, they are as weak as rabbits on the ground, and all they can do is run away. Warriors will break through this fear, the enemy will be an opponent to them, a sparring partner, and they will become more mature and stronger under the pressure of the enemy.

And when it comes to a level like him, which can already be called a strong person, the enemy is a rare treasure.

After all, as he gets stronger, there are fewer and fewer targets that he can call enemies, which means that it is becoming more and more difficult for him to learn from real combat - of course, he can also find a group of opponents who are not as good as him to practice, but that can only be regarded as maintaining his level, and will not allow him to improve at all.

Although such things as evil qi can be piled up by quantity, the experience of combat cannot be piled up by quantity. If the male lion only kills rabbits, even if he kills 10,000 rabbits, he can only practice to become a master of killing rabbits, and this understanding of rabbits is simply not enough to support the male lion to fight with fierce beasts of the same level.

Therefore, you must fight against enemies of the same level, or even far more powerful than yourself.

Of course, this is a risky thing, but risk often means reward, not to mention that this is not only a question of reward and risk, but the other party is indeed stuck on his way - although he himself also wants to arrange his troops step by step, and seriously do a battle with Nan Chen, but obviously, in this hellish world, if he doesn't snipe Na Nan Chen's top master first, I'm afraid that his soldiers will be slaughtered before this war game starts.

Yes, war games, that's his ultimate goal.

He doesn't like to fight people to the death, not at all, and beating each other like two monkeys is undoubtedly the most stupid thing to do. He is not a monkey, he is a khan, what he wants is to arrange troops, attack and kill with a large army, heaven and earth as a chessboard, and everything as a chess piece, this is what he, a khan, should do.

That's where his happiness lies, that's where his pleasure comes from.

The real strong should raise troops to conquer the world, instead of being like a monkey who only knows how to fight for life and death for small things.

"But if you want to do all that...... Strength is needed. ”

The steppe Khan narrowed his eyes.

This is what gives him the most toothache, if he wants to realize his ambition to dominate the world, he must first become a strong monkey - just because if he only relies on soldiers, this war game will not go on at all, even if his army can be subdued, some stupid but powerful monkey will not play any chess with him at all, but will directly flip his chessboard and smash his table.

"Just like those monsters."

Looking at the wounds on his body that had not yet healed completely, the steppe khan sighed.

It's not that he thinks that such a monster is really completely invincible, it's just a matter of trying to find a way to improve his strength, but the question is, what's the point of such a fight? What he wanted was not this, he never thought of charging into battle, let alone being a monkey fighting people to the death, what did he want to do if he continued like this?

"Then you have to get stronger."

With one hand caressing the laceration on his shoulder, the twisted flesh buds rejoined, causing the steppe Khan to sweat slightly.

"You have to be stronger, you have to be stronger, and only by getting stronger can you kill those monkeys who flip the table and push their heads into the chessboard."

Thinking like this, the steppe khan, who had dealt with his wounds, swooped all the way and flew in the direction of the marching tent in the distance.

When he fell to the ground, the golden-winged roc reverted back to his thick and fat appearance, which also made the heads of the big tent revere him more and more - just look at the heroic posture that soared in the sky, who can say that this khan is not a real god?

It's just that this god's face looks a little ......

"I'm fine."

Taking the robes handed by the guards and draped them over his body, the steppe khan waved his hand in the direction of the south.

"Keep marching."

He only lost once, and as long as he was allowed to recuperate for a while and digest the experience gained from this battle, he would not lose a second time.

"Again, this time I'll have to put the monkey's head on the table."

Thinking like this, the somewhat pale steppe khan secretly clenched his fists

It's just that what he doesn't know is that behind his back, where he can't see it, the way those leaders look at him has become subtle.

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On the Jinluan Hall in the capital city of Jiankang, hundreds of civil and military officials were lined up on both sides, looking at the young emperor in the court.

If the previous emperor was just young-looking, then the current emperor is really too young - the figure in the small dragon robe is too young, it can only be said that he has just learned to walk, and the young figure sits on the huge throne set up for the giant, which seems more and more small, which even makes the courtiers present a little trance.

The imperial tomb has been destroyed, the emperor has also died in that disaster, and the descendants left by the emperor are so young.

Can such a Great Chen Dynasty really continue?

Such a young emperor......

"Silence!"

Seeing that the civil and military officials actually began to exchange heads, the old eunuch standing beside the young emperor couldn't help shouting, only hoping that the civil and military of the Manchu Dynasty could give the young emperor a minimum of respect.

Maybe this shout is still of some use, at least those courtiers do not talk to each other anymore, but if they don't say it, it doesn't mean that they don't want to do it in their hearts - they have been trying very hard to try, trying to find some feelings of loyalty to the king, but no matter how hard they try, what is lingering in their minds is still the scene of the previous Taishi and the Jinluan Palace.

And now, the Taishi has disappeared, and the young and mediocre emperor has died in an inexplicable and difficult calamity, and now the new emperor ...... This can't be said to be mediocre anymore, it's clear that I haven't even learned to walk.

There is too much information, and the brains are too chaotic, and the courtiers themselves don't know what they are thinking at the moment.

All they know is that some unspeakable thought is growing in their hearts.

Maybe one day, something will come out of these thoughts.

But in any case, things still have to be done, and the new emperor will face far more troubles than the previous generation of emperors.

The first is the internal anti-thief, although the previous usurper prime minister Jia Wen, when he was still the prime minister, also sent people to clean up the anti-thieves, but with Jia Wen's death, those anti-thieves became active again - the main thing is that even when Jia Wen usurped the throne, he didn't tell the truth and completely cleaned up the anti-thieves, after all, this kind of work still takes some time.

And after Jia Wen's death, the previous emperor died not long after, and these unattended thieves once again raised the banner, and this time, even those remnants who were loyal to Jia Wen were also involved.

It's still the smallest thing.

If there are internal worries, there will naturally be external troubles, and the biggest external troubles at the moment are naturally the grassland people in the north. Although the previous emperor was mediocre, he still at least showed some resistance, but now His Majesty the Emperor ...... Does he really know how to pronounce the word resistance?

Of course, if it was changed before, it didn't matter if the emperor really didn't care about things, and it was not impossible for the grassland people to go south, after all, everyone had the last hole card, and this matter was still within the scope of everyone's acceptance.

But then it's the real big thing.

That is, everyone's hole cards are gone.

In the past, although the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty also said that they would send troops to fight against the grassland people, in fact, they all knew that even if the grassland people fought all the way down and even came to Jiankang Capital, as long as those families took out their own family heirlooms to protect the country and let those secretly cultivated masters go to war with their troops, then everything would be fine.

But now, there's nothing.

The master is gone, and the protector is gone, and the disaster that happened in the imperial tomb before not only took away the previous emperor, but also took away all the protectors, and those masters who were specially trained to adapt to the protectors - this is the biggest problem at the moment, and it is far more serious than those thieves and foreign enemies.

When the Protector Soldier was still there, all the chaos was just a small fight, but now the Protector Soldier is no longer there, so the small fights in the past have become a big trouble now.

Even, even enough......

"You have to plan ahead."

At this moment, the courtiers had different thoughts, but they all agreed.

Plans are made early, and as for what plans to make, this varies from person to person - but no matter how different they are, everyone's thinking basically points in the same direction.

That is, to master the power.

In the face of real power, the power and status are too powerless, and what about the princes of the Manchu Dynasty before, they can't stop the madman from arguing on the Jinluan Palace-and after the horse stepped on the Jinluan, the madman was not punished, but directly crowned the Taishi from a thief and enjoyed all the honor.

Who would dare to oppose it? Who can argue against that? What if you oppose it? That fanatic doesn't even need soldiers, and one person can kill them all.

This is the real right, which goes straight to the essence.

That is, the power of life and death.

"I want to get stronger......"

Whenever they think of that day, these courtiers feel kinship.

It is true that the Taishi is unlearned, but these pampered courtiers have indeed learned something.

"I want to get stronger......"

Looking at the civil and military officials who lowered their heads to cover their sight, the old eunuch standing by the dragon chair was worried.

"Your Majesty, you must become stronger......"

Even for the sake of this great Chen's country, His Majesty the Emperor must become stronger.

"Change...... Strong. ”

The young emperor tried to repeat the awkward words, even though he didn't know what they meant.

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Yizhou, the old barracks.

The blade of the sword slashed through the air again and again, bringing up one scream after another, just listening to the terrible sound of breaking the wind, you can already appreciate the fierceness and mastery of this swordsmanship - but if someone sees the scene of swinging the sword with their own eyes, they will know that this swordsmanship is far from being able to describe it by the word "clever".

It's just because it's just a broken sword that swings this movement.

A broken sword, but swinging a full long sword can only swing the sound of breaking the wind, this is not so much clever, but rather a ghost, God knows how this is done, I'm afraid even the teahouse storyteller doesn't dare to open his mouth to just come nonsense.

However, it is a pity that not everyone can appreciate the subtlety of this sword intent.

For example, the Jibei folk who is pushing open the window right now.

"The surname Cui is endless! Every day, the chickens don't call you first, and you don't let people sleep! ”

"It's just about getting stronger."

As he spoke, the swordsman named Cui Yuan was still wielding the broken sword with precision in his hand.

"There are still two thousand swords left, and these four thousand swords are ...... today"

"No one cares if you change the wall or the beam, but can you not be under someone else's window? If you don't sleep, others won't sleep, can you die if you go back to your own room to practice? ”

“……”

Cui Yuan couldn't speak for a long time, so he could only swing his sword and walk away.

Along the way, there was a lot of scolding.

Nowadays, everyone is willing to raise a few chickens at home, on the one hand, the hen can lay eggs, and on the other hand, the rooster can report the dawn - but the villagers in Jibei who live here in the old barracks do not need to raise roosters, just because Cui Yuan gets up earlier than the chickens every day.

"It's a good thing for young people to be diligent."

The old man Yang Xuanyang was also woken up, but he didn't care about this kind of thing - as for the reason, on the one hand, it was naturally because the old man was old and his legs were broken, and he didn't have to go to work to earn food and drink every day, and on the other hand, he did agree with Cui Yuan's self-discipline.

It really has to become stronger, how can it be powerful if it doesn't become stronger.

Don't be strong, take what from the dragon!

"Get up! Get up! ”

After Cui Yuan waved his sword and walked all the way over, Old Man Yang also climbed into the wheelchair, shook the wheelchair all the way, and shouted all those Yang disciples to keep up their bodies.

This also made Cui Yuan, who was practicing swords, nod again and again.

Yes, the plan of the day lies in the morning, and there is always nothing wrong with practicing more in the morning, as long as you practice more, you can always become stronger.

Just like him, he used to swing 3,000 swords a day, but now he has progressed to 4,000 swords a day, which is the result of cultivation and the power brought by more practice.

"Does practicing more really bring strength?"

This time it was Jiang Wenyuan, the commander of the predator brigade, who found Cui Yuan, of course, now, this title may have to be added with a preface, after all, the entire Yizhou is now out of the control of the Jiankang Imperial Court, so the predators trapped here have naturally lost their organization.

But the loss of the organization does not mean the loss of structure, let alone the loss of responsibility.

Even if the orders of the imperial court can no longer reach Yizhou, there must always be someone to maintain the security of this city, and Du Chengfeng's side occupies Yizhou and doesn't care, this rounding up, Jiang Wenyuan's scope of work has not changed - if there must be any changes, it is that everyone's Yu Lu has been stuck for a while.

But after Liu Bolun came up with the idea and copied the family property of the former Yizhou Commander Qian Jin to use it as a fund, the fortune of the hunters rose a lot.

It is said that the poor are rich and martial, and after having money in hand, the improvement of strength has been put on the agenda - although the raiders have always used various props to assist in the capture of those murderers, but that is also a way out of the way. If you really have the strength to take down the murderer head-on, who needs to use props?

What's more, the strength of those murderers is getting stronger and stronger.

Perhaps because the world is getting worse and worse, those evil madmen have become more and more domineering. In the past, there was not necessarily a single murder case in the first half of the year, but now the madmen who have killed people are not even left behind in the battle against the predators - it is obvious that this is the power of innocent human lives, and it is still a lot of innocent lives.

"So, please guide me!"

Jiang Wenyuan, who was carrying an iron ruler, bowed to Cui Yuan.

This is already the most capable person he can find right now.

"Guidance...... You? ”

He was still wielding a sword in his hand, but Cui Yuan's meaning was already a little trance-like.

You must know that all along, he is learning from others, learning from Master, learning from that Mr. Du, and even learning from all his opponents and enemies, he is not strong enough, so he still has to learn, he is not strong enough, so he still has to practice.

But now, he has actually reached the point where he can teach others?

"Under ......"

Cui Yuan wanted to open his mouth to refuse, but looking at Jiang Wenyuan's eyes, he couldn't say anything about this refusal.

He inexplicably remembered his master.

When he wanted to follow Master to continue his studies, Master rejected him and only allowed him to be called "teacher" - if he was not allowed to continue to follow, it could be said that it was for his safety, then the change of title was already an obvious refusal.

He actually understands many things, but after all, it was the master who raised him single-handedly, and he didn't want to think too much.

And now, in the face of the diligent and enterprising Jiang Wenyuan, does he really want to say it, the words of refusal?

"Under ...... All right. ”

Cui Yuan sighed.

"Then let's dare to point out to Jiang Lvshuai, but don't be commensurate with master and apprentice."

As soon as the words came out, Cui Yuan himself was stunned.

It was also this moment of stunnedness that caused him to swing his sword half a beat slower, and the next time he swung his sword, the angle was naturally skewed - so the flowing sword qi tore through the courtyard wall next to him as a matter of course, and smashed the two wine jars by the way.

This made Liu Bolun and Carpenter Li, who were sleeping against the wine jar, wake up on the spot.

"Can't you just go back and practice?"

Even if he has a deep cultivation, Liu Bolun is already angry and scolds the street.

"Don't you know this thing is dangerous? Don't you know that you almost chopped me to death just now? ”

"Under ...... I'm really sorry. ”

Cui Yuan knew that he was at a loss, and it was difficult to say anything to refute.

"It's just that I've been practicing how to be able to shoot a sword anytime and anywhere recently, so I'm ......."

"I only have this in my head all day long, and I deserve to be a tool for a lifetime."

The angry Liu Bolun spat on the ground.

"Practice, practice, be strong, what is the use of being strong? Figure what? Let me tell you, a long time ago, there was a story about a big tree......"

"I've heard that below."

Cui Yuan sighed.

Not only have I heard it, but I have heard it many times, after all, the allusion of useless use is also quite widespread, and he has not read a book, so how can he not know this.

But in his opinion, this story has nothing to do with his sword practice.

Do you have to use the sword after practicing it? There is no such reason. Maybe he practiced swordsmanship before, and he did have the idea of serving his master, but more than ten years have passed, and swordsmanship has long been integrated into his life.

Practicing swords and practicing swords, this is his life, so why do you care about what is useful or useless?

But if you have to say that if it's useful, maybe there's still one.

"Is there any news from Mr. Du?"

The last sword was swung out, and Cui Yuan collected the sword and returned it to the sheath.

"I realized a new move, and I'm ready to discuss it with Mr. Du."

"Brother Du, ......"

Carpenter Li, who was originally drinking with Liu Bolun, spoke at this time.

"I don't know, his last news came from Jiankang City, and there will be no news from the future......"

Speaking of this, Carpenter Li couldn't help but glance at the sword in Cui Yuan's hand and was quite envious.

It's not so much envy of the sword, it's better to envy the feeling of having power, after all, as long as you have power, the world can go to it, not like now, because there is no power, it is easy to die violently when you go out of the city, so you can only watch your good brother fall outside, but you can't do anything, you can only do it in a hurry.

"If I want to be strong, I will be strong too."

Thinking like this, Carpenter Li already clenched his fists.

He also needs strength, the kind of power that can protect his friends and family from harm, so he has to be strong, or at least able to help.

Instead of being so weak that it can only lag behind.

"If Brother Li wants to become stronger, he shouldn't look for it."

After hearing that Carpenter Li actually wanted to practice martial arts, Cui Yuan couldn't help but shake his head.

"I can only use swordsmanship, and at most I know something similar to swords, as for Brother Li, you are not the type that is suitable for sword practice...... What's more, Mr. Du knows so much, why should Brother Li go far and go directly to Mr. Du, wouldn't it be good? ”

"I'm looking for it too......"

Carpenter Li sighed.

He really wants to find it, he wants to find it more than anyone else, after all, although Du Chengfeng has no blood relationship with him, the two sides have long been like brothers - it is precisely because of this that Carpenter Li is more worried, just afraid that Du Chengfeng will have something wrong outside.

After all, Nadu Chengfeng was born as a homeless person, helpless, and a real rootless person. Wandering alone like this, in case something happens, there is no one who can help.

What's more, it's a big deal like going to the Imperial City alone.

That Du Chengfeng, can he really come back alive?

Late update,More than 6,000 words,It's numb.,Of course, the update is late not entirely because of the number of words in this chapter.,There are also reasons for playing cyberpunk all day.,I'm going to reflect on this.。

Tomorrow, it's time for the next update, and it's time for the new content, so I'll get a good night's sleep, and everyone will rest early.

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Let's rest early, I have a normal schedule.

(End of chapter)