It's the end of the unitary time,

Xu Xian looked at the remaining half of the mountains and rivers and was a little distracted, Dugu seniors came to cut through the mountains and rivers with a sword, Dugu seniors left again and asked Jianqi Mountain only to seek defeat, coming and going hurriedly like a glimpse but lingering.

Xu Xian admires people like Dugu seniors very much, and also respects his decision, sword cultivation is the purest type of people in the world, they all have their own ways in their hearts, in order to pursue the sword path in their hearts, although they are dead, they still have no regrets, Dugu seniors finally saw the possibility of defeat, how can they think of forcibly leaving the other party by their side?

"Wang Daochang, what kind of place is the Qishan Sword Shrine?"

I was stunned for a long time,

Xu Xian opened his mouth and asked the old Taoist priest beside him, the name Qishan Sword Shrine is the first time he has heard it mentioned, and there are many people from the three sects and nine streams in Daqing, but today is the first time to see the second-grade sword cultivator, and it is inevitable that he is a little curious about the Qishan Sword Shrine in that mouth, not to mention that the sword of Dugu's predecessor is also a great affection for himself.

"Qishan Sword Shrine, the place where the sword is buried!"

"The most proud place of sword cultivation in the world, the place where countless sword cultivators in the world have been rushing for hundreds of years, and the same sword immortal Xu Jiu of the previous generation has traveled three thousand miles to ask Jianqi Mountain after entering the first product. ”

"Qishan is not in Daqing, and His Royal Highness has not gone deep into the rivers and lakes, so it is reasonable to know. ”

The old Taoist priest opened his mouth to explain.

"Sword Immortal Xu Jiu, once asked Jian Qi Mountain?"

"Hmm!"

The old Taoist priest nodded.

"The result?"

Xu Xian raised his eyebrows slightly.

"I don't know, but the Qishan Sword Shrine originally had seven world-famous swords, and from then on, there were only three left. ”

The old Taoist priest stroked the white beard on his chin, and looked at Xu Xian with burning eyes, the scene of the cloth-clothed swordsman breaking through the mountains and rivers with a sword, and defeating Zhong Mengqiu with Caojie as a sword is still echoing in his mind.

When he saw Zhong Mengqiu's figure in Shanhe Pass, he only felt that his heart was not good, his Dragon and Tiger Mountain was already famous for alchemy, and his second-grade cultivation was true, but it was far from enough for the sword cultivation with the strongest lethality in the world, and at that time, he was ready to fight for serious injuries and also block a sword for Xu Xian.

How could he have thought that another second-grade sword cultivator would be born?

Although Longhu Mountain has been closed for a long time, it does not mean that he is deaf to the things under the mountain, and the chance encounter of this young man along the way is really unimaginable.

"Your Highness is still at ease, His Royal Highness said that the Dugu predecessor could be defeated with a sword, Zhong Mengqiu wanted to be at the peak of the second grade, and now he went to Qishan to ask the sword, even if he was defeated, he could retreat with his whole body. ”

The old Taoist priest looked at the melancholy between Xu Xian's eyebrows and explained.

"But Lao Dao still has one thing to understand!"

"Then why did the Qishan Sword Shrine appear at the boundary of Liangzhou?"

Fang Cai Zhong Mengqiu's gaze kept falling on His Highness, and it seemed to be very familiar. ”

"I wonder if His Royal Highness's family has anything to do with the Qishan Sword Shrine?"

The old Taoist priest recalled the way Zhong Mengqiu looked at Xu Xian before, and always had the meaning of the elders in the family looking at his nephew, and after thinking for a moment, he asked.

"In the past ten years, I have mostly stayed in Shangjing, and where can I have anything to do with the Qishan Sword Shrine, which is three thousand miles away. ”

Xu Xian smiled bitterly, but he also had a faint guess in his heart, it was difficult to confirm it at the moment, so it was better to wait until he entered the capital city and sat down in that position, and then asked his father carefully.

"Weird, weird!"

"It has nothing to do with it, why did you come here to Liangzhou to cut your luck. ”

The old Taoist priest frowned, thinking of an answer.

"Luck?"

Xu Xian was stunned.

"Wu Chunqiu is a life master, and even the ancestors said that they still have some connections with my Taoism, and this time Liangzhou is accompanied by Zhong Mengqiu, and it doesn't have to be so troublesome to kill, if you don't make it or not, you will have a sword early, this trip here in addition to breaking the luck of Liangzhou, the old Taoist can't think of other results. ”

The old Taoist priest looked at Xu Xian again at this moment, only to feel that the black dragon phantom was even more condensed for a while, the black dragon was circling, and the dragon head looked down on thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, with the momentum of looking at the world, and his luck was stronger than before he went down the mountain.

"The saying of luck has been around for a long time!"

"Wu Chunqiu's ancestors once had a person who reached the peak and sacrificed his life to break the dragon vein of a country so that the royal family was weak, so that the world was full of smoke, but the huge dynasty collapsed in ten years. ”

The old Taoist priest muttered.

"That is to say, if it weren't for Dugu's predecessors today, Liangzhou's luck would be cut off today, and my Liangzhou would have no chance to win the world?"

"That's right. ”

The old Taoist priest hesitated for a while, but finally nodded.

"In this way, it is also good luck for the Taoist to go down to Longhu Mountain?"

"Your Highness, forgive me!"

The old Taoist priest bowed, and his old face was slightly red.

"But I don't believe in luck. ”

Xu Xian did not avoid this salute, but chuckled.

Liangzhou's 300,000 sons and daughters immediately stabbed the sword,

Iron armor Zheng Zheng can't compare to a sentence of illusory luck?

Liangzhou's luck,

Say change and change,

Say it and break it,

How ridiculous,

If so, what's the use of the 300,000 Liangzhou Iron Horsemen?

What's the use of the iron halberd, the armor, and the horse?

Shangjing sacrificial wine every year is a good article to praise peace, the prosperity of the world,

But who remembers where Liangzhou Erlang slaughtered the city and destroyed the country in the past few decades?

Have you ever written a poem to pay tribute?

The great Confucianism of the country, full of benevolence, righteousness, etiquette, wisdom, and sage education,

But in the past 20 years in the three counties of Liangzhou, countless people in Liangzhou died under the brute horse.

Why not?

How many sage articles did the great Confucian man read with the barbarian?

The court and the princes of the court, scolded Fang Xuan and pointed out the words of the country,

Why see?

The people of the world are not happy, and they are hungry everywhere!

"Dao Chang, I didn't rebel in Liangzhou at that time, and Daqing's luck is still there, right?"

Xu Xian asked softly, and the old Taoist priest stroked his beard and sighed.

"If history is a little girl who is allowed to be whitewashed. ”

Xu Xian paused,

"Then luck is a prostitute full of nonsense. ”

"Dao Chief, luck is too ethereal, I want to believe in myself more than below. ”

Xu Xian muttered, and the old Taoist priest was silent.

Take a step forward, a little shape,

Steadily landed on the high-headed horse led by Ma Youliang.

"Your Highness, we don't believe in his mother's bullshit luck, just believe in the knife in our hands. ”

Ma Youliang patted the long knife on his waist, and the blood stains were still dry.

"The world, in the past, isn't it a big chopping board, the Daqing Dynasty is a ball of carrion, and the sects in the world are just a little bit of meat foam on this chopping board, let's just chop it one by one, chop out a Lang Lang Qiankun, and the peaceful and prosperous world will come out!"

Ma Youliang led the horse and grinned.

"That's according to Uncle Ma's words. ”

"Come and don't be rude. ”

"Senior Dugu has gone to ask Jianqi Mountain. ”

"No matter what the result is, after chopping Daqing, in the future, my Liangzhou Tieqi should also go and chop this big bit of meat foam and taste it. ”

There was a chuckle on the corner of Xu Xian's mouth, and his gaze was indeed unprecedentedly firm, since you Qishan Sword Shrine want to cut off my Liangzhou luck, it's okay, when I lay down this Daqing thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, I will lead 300,000 iron horsemen to surround the mountain and let you Qishan Sword Shrine also try my Liangzhou Iron Horse knife, is it good?

"It's so greasy to eat just meat!"

"That can't be paired with two more jars of Maochai wine. ”

Ma Youliang said with a smile.

"Save!"

Xu Xian laughed out loud and whipped his horse.

"Your Highness......"

The old Taoist priest wanted to speak and stopped, looked at Xu Xian's expression, and then looked at the cold Liangzhou Iron Rider below, inexplicably in a trance, and something that had been firm for a long time rarely wavered.

The red glow on the horizon disappeared, the torches on the ground were like dragons, and the red-clothed and black-armored Liangzhou iron riders poured into the pass like a wave from the Liangzhou boundary, and they couldn't see the edge from a distance.

In the eyes of the old Taoist, the black dragon shadow was actually overlapped with the soldier, the young man in front of him was the dragon head, hundreds of thousands of Liangzhou iron horsemen were the dragon body, the iron halberd was the claw, the iron armor was the scale, and the horse's hooves stepped on the black dragon and roared towards the capital with a deep roar.

......

A few days later,

Outside the capital,

Quartet official road,

There are a number of lightly dressed horsemen galloping by, rolling up puffs of smoke and dust, attracting frequent sideways glances from passers-by, the eight-hundred-mile urgent messenger iron cavalry has only seen a few days ago when the holy decree went north, it is conceivable that now it must be the military intelligence of the north.

But there are still people who are worried, and the rider's face does not show the slightest joy, so he just buries his head and runs all the way.

into the city,

Divide the cavalry into two routes,

All the way to the Prime Minister's House

The other way was still the horse, and the speed did not decrease, and went straight to the military headquarters.

All the way to the stone lion in front of the Xiangfu Gate turned over and dismounted, but after riding the horse for a long time, the steps were already vain, and the foot of the foot was actually directly fell to the ground, and blood leached out of his forehead.

"Gong Chen, defeated!"

Looking at Qin Qingtang, who walked out in a hurry, Ling Qi struggled to get up from the ground and licked his chapped lips and spoke.

"Defeated?"

Qin Qingtang's body trembled slightly, his smile was bitter and indescribable, it was expected, but when the result was in front of him, it was still difficult to accept, and when he calmed down, he looked at the north from afar and sighed.

"Chen Wenzhi, where are you now?"

Qin Qingtang picked up the Ling Qi on the ground and asked, with the last trace of hope in his eyes.

"Chen Gong has died outside Wangnan City. ”

Ling Qi's words were a little choked.

"Ho Ho ......"

Qin Qingtang wanted to say something, but he felt that his throat was a little dry, but when the words came to his mouth, he didn't know where to start.

"Is Shanhe Pass still there?"

Qin Qingtang took a deep breath and asked again.

"After the defeat of Muye, there was an order to ride a fast horse and chase after him, and the mountain and river pass was actually broken by a swordsman in a step. ”

Let the rider choke out of grief.

"Broken?"

Qin Qingtang's mind was a little dazed.

After Ling Qi finished speaking, he took out a letter from his bosom.

"Qin Xiang, this is Chen Gong's handwriting for the rest of the defeat!"

Qin Qingtang took the envelope from Ling Qi's hand, the hand holding the letter trembled slightly, and his knuckles were already white.

Fixedly looking,

The old man Bennandi was a general soldier, and then he was ordered to be in danger and guard the lonely city alone, and he came for 20 years, and he was supposed to die in the south for the rest of his life.

............

Later, Qin Xiang's love and appreciation recommended him as the chief general of the three armies to go north to attack the barbarians, so he was grateful, and Qin Xiang knew that his ministers were cautious, so he sent his ministers to major events, and since he was ordered to go north, he sighed all night, fearing that the entrustment would not work, and the steps were very small.

How did you expect to go to Beijing to enter the camp three times a day, the holy will is difficult to violate, raise troops to cross the river, go deep into the north, the thief lures him, the old man raises troops to trade in, unpredictable, the north is empty and two towns ambush soldiers hide here, and finally defeated in Muye, the old man is ashamed of the grace of Qin Xiang's acquaintance.

Neither can drink with Qin Xiang to win Beijing, but has to be shrouded in horse leather, the soul returns to his hometown, and looks at Qin Xianghaihan......

The handwriting on the paper was very scribbled, and it was written in a panic, and there were mottled blood stains between the lines, which was written in a hurry on the way to escape after the defeat of Makinohara, and the last sentence was written on an unnamed hill outside Wangnan City.

After reading the letter in his hand, Qin Qingtang's heart shook and he stepped back several times in a row, his face was already pale, and a lot of gray hair had been added to his sideburns in just a few days since the official decree of Shangjing, and now he looked like an old man who was about to die from a distance.

"Qin Xiang, count the days, I'm afraid that the thief has already arrived outside the Humen Pass. ”

"If the Humen Pass is broken, the thousands of miles of fertile soil in the entire pass will only be at the hands of the thieves!"

"I hope that Qin Xiang will turn the tide!"

"Bang ......"

Lingqi fell to his knees and kowtowed.

"Turning the tide?"

Qin Qingtang muttered softly, looking at the Ling Cavalry who knelt on the ground and said that there was suffering, 500,000 troops were defeated in Muye, and now 300,000 Liangzhou Iron Cavalry are holding the Humen, there is only a group of pickled people in the court who are vying for power and profit, and there are no soldiers who are good at fighting in the Guan, how to turn the tide?

I'm afraid that the old man is also powerless!

......

"Let it be!"

"You take someone to the house to rest!"

Qin Qingtang leaned against the wall with a lot of thoughts, his body slid down slightly, and the entourage beside him hurriedly stepped forward to help him up, only to hear his own adult whispering.

After a long time,

Qin Qingtang staggered up and walked towards the mansion.

When people appeared outside the door again, Qin Qingtang had an extra quilt and a mat in his hand.

"My lord, this ......"

The housekeeper of the Xiangfu looked at the strange behavior and dejected appearance of the adults in the family, and suddenly panicked, and was at a loss, and the female relatives of the family were crying and crying for some reason.

"My lord, Gong Chen is dead, Daqing still has to rely on you to support it!"

The entourage who called Ren Zhi knelt down in front of Qin Qingtang, his eyes were red, although he didn't know about military affairs, and he didn't know the situation in the court, but he also knew that his own adults were the last pillars of Daqing, if the adults were crazy, what would happen.

"Xianggong!"

"Daddy!"

......

After a while, the ladies in the mansion also knelt on the ground together, and they had never seen Qin Qingtang so lost in their images, no matter the ups and downs of his career, or that morning when he returned to the mansion, there was no such scene, but today......

"No problem!"

Qin Qingtang waved his hand.

The old man promised Wenzhi, defeated, he died outside the horse leather shroud, and the old man also guarded the palace gate to the death, and died righteously. ”

Today, the old man took the futon to the palace gate and looked for a place to sleep. ”

Qin Qingtang sighed with a sad face.

"Xianggong!"

"Your Excellency!"

And they tried to stop it.

"Needless to say, the old man has made up his mind. ”

Out of the house,

There was a fresh breeze blowing on his face, and his eyes became clear.

Clamp the futon in your hand and step on Yongle Long Street,

Walking towards the palace gate step by step, hunting in the clothes on his body.