Look at the sky, the fish and dragon are bleak, and the wind and clouds open and close.

The vastness of the wilderness.

Long Xiaotian was dressed in white armor, wearing a red robe, stepping on a sweaty and bloody horse, holding a silver gun, standing like a mountain, and eighteen silver armor iron horses behind him, surrounded by left and right, like a line of lines, majestic.

The enemy chief immediately lifted the reins, with golden armor and black robes, pulled out his war knife, held it high above the top, and the black-armored knights on both sides were neatly and fierce.

The two sides lined up to confront each other, with the battle flag of the dragon emblem of the word "Chu" in the south waving in the wind, and the sun, moon and fire flag of the word "Meng" in the north rolling up the sky, and the golden iron horse, the war was about to break out.

"Knock ......"

The war drums shook the sky, the silver light flashed, the horse's hooves sounded, Long Xiaotian took the lead, rushed into the enemy formation, and the eighteen silver-armored iron horsemen were divided into two, and two vertical shields followed them, rampage, the enemy generals fell off their horses one after another, and the formation began to loosen.

The enemy chieftain stabilized his body, and the sound shook the universe and shouted: "Immortal Heaven protects us, the descendants of Genghis Khan are invincible, rush." ”

Inspired by these words, the gap that was washed away quickly condensed.

At this time, the horn pierced through the sky and blew, and the two wings of Da Chu rushed forward, outflanking each other in a pincer shape. Looking down, Da Chu was like a giant crab pinning down on the enemy.

Long Xiaotian led the eighteen silver-armored iron cavalry to break through in the middle, like a sharp blade straight into the abdomen of the enemy, under the attack of the two wings, the blood mist flew all over the sky, the corpses and bones flowed everywhere, and the Mongolian army was defeated like a mountain, and it was crushed for thousands of miles.

The Chu army was overwhelmed and won a complete victory. Long Xiaotian was like a god of war, and he immediately shot a spear.

Sou!

Suddenly, a dark arrow pierced the sky and flew towards Long Xiaotian, and the tall figure with his armor fell to the ground with a bang.

Long Xiaotian wanted to struggle to get up, but he was weak, only the sound of horns, fighting, and shouts echoed in his ears......

Seventy-five years of Nanyong.

The wind smokes the willows, and the begonias are beginning to bloom, which is the season of spring.

The confluence of the Fuchun River and the Fenshui River, surrounded by mountains on all sides, the hills are scattered in the middle, and the river valley plane in the middle is known as the Tonglu County known as "Zhong Lingyuxiu".

The western suburbs of Tonglu County, the Dragon Family Courtyard.

Pink walls and tiles, green willows hang around, quiet and elegant yards, and Yonglu are linked. In the east wing, Long Feng was pacing back and forth in the room.

Dressed in a loose gray robe, slightly chubby, with a white face and willow beard, his eyebrows were frowning at this time, looking at his son on the hospital bed.

Long Feng's face was solemn, happy and worried. The scene of sixteen years ago came to mind and was clearly visible.

It was evening, and the Longjia Medical Center was about to close. As the sun set, in the afterglow of the setting sun, a middle-aged young robed Taoist priest with a fairy wind and Taoist bones walked in, strode into the Long Family Medical Hall, and came straight to Long Feng.

Wei Yi arched his hand and said heartily: "Mr. Long is a doctor for nine generations, and he has a pot to help the world. ”

Long Feng looked surprised and said, "The old man's generation is exactly the ninth generation, what does the Taoist have to say?" ”

The green-robed Taoist priest bowed his head and said with a slight smile: "So far, you have no children, your Long family has practiced medicine for nine generations, and has accumulated merit for nine generations." A boy will be born today, and you can let him study and practice martial arts, and he will do something when he grows up. ”

Long Feng was surprised: "Studying and practicing martial arts, what can I do with this medical hall?

The Taoist seemed to see Long Feng's concerns, and said leisurely: "You can teach him medical skills, but you don't have to sit in the hall to practice medicine, this son will have a great career when he grows up." ”

With a sonorous and powerful voice, he continued: "This son's 'Wu, Wei, Shen, and You' are connected, and the earth branches are connected, and they are like the life of Lianzhu, you can name it 'Qingyun', and you won't fall into the ambition of Qingyun, wonderful!"

Long Feng was stunned, and was about to ask the Taoist in detail, but the Taoist had already drifted away, and a hearty laugh came from the door.

"Hahaha, if he has a fate, you can ask Long Qingyun to go to Zhongnan Mountain to find Changchunzi. ”

Long Feng came back to his senses and chased after outside the door, Changchunzi was wearing a green robe and had disappeared at the end of the alley.

Back home, Mrs. really gave birth to a boy in Youshi, Long Feng was overjoyed, so according to the Taoist priest's words, named Qingyun. From then on, Mr. Private School and boxers were invited to practice martial arts every day.

Time flies, white clouds and dogs.

For sixteen years, Long Qingyun's martial arts are mediocre, and he is often beaten up and his nose and face are swollen and he goes home. No, I had a fight with Niu Ben next door a few days ago, and I lay in bed for a day and a night.

Thinking of this, looking at it, Long Qingyun on the hospital bed had a haggard face, but it sounded like he was breathing evenly, and it was normal to take a pulse check. Long Feng has practiced medicine for many years and knows that his son is fine.

Long Feng turned around and sat on the pear blossom wooden chair, picked up a cup of Longjing before the rain on the table, and took a sip of tea into his mouth. The dry throat was suddenly refreshed.

At a glance, he saw a trace of blood on Long Qingyun's face, and his frowning brows were also relaxed.

"Wow!"

A loud roar. Long Qingyun, who was lying on the bed, woke up suddenly and sat up, his face was full of sweat beads on his extremely shocked face.

The dream of "Jin Ge Iron Horse, Battlefield Fighting" is still in my mind.

"Hey, who are you?" Looking at the smiling old man in front of him, Long Xiaotian's face was full of astonishment.

Seeing his son's confused face, Long Feng couldn't help but be ecstatic and shouted heartily.

"My son, you're awake at last. ”

Long Xiaotian's face changed suddenly, and his eyes glowed like an eagle.

"Who are you and where is this?" Long Xiaotian asked in a majestic tone.

After a pause, he said, "Do you have anything to eat?"

Long Xiaotian looked at Long Feng with a puzzled face, and his intuition told him, "This kind old man should have a lot to do with him. So, the tone was much soothing,

Long Feng was stunned for a moment, suddenly came back to his senses, and hurriedly ordered: "Qiulan, quickly bring food to the young master." ”

The old man's tired face showed a smile that he hadn't seen for a long time.

"Young Master?"

Long Xiaotian looked puzzled, this seat has passed the year of its establishment, why did this old man speak like this.

Thinking about it.

A green-shirted girl, holding a tray with her head down, walked in.

The woman has a good face, although she is not naturally beautiful, but she is also well-behaved and lovely.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, she carefully fed the shrimp and lean porridge with a spoon to Long Xiaotian's mouth.

"Well, let's eat first. ”

Long Xiaotian opened his big mouth, enjoying the umami and delicious taste of the meal, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Qiulan, the young master hasn't eaten for a day, you must take care of it carefully, and after drinking the porridge, eat some fruit. Long Feng chattered tirelessly, and walked out of the room with a smile on his face.

Long Xiaotian ate a few mouthfuls of porridge, his face gradually turned ruddy, and he moved his posture with the situation, and his back straightened a lot.

Qiulan handed over a freshly cut pear, and Long Xiaotian no longer paid attention to his demeanor, took the fruit, and took a big bite of it.

Qiulan pursed her lips and smiled.

Long Xiaotian's eyes swept towards Qiu Lan like a sword, as sharp as a blade, as if it contained infinite majesty.

"Young Master, ...... you?"