At the end of the day,

Yangguguan,

On the mottled half of the city wall, the eyes of the white-clothed Confucian were closed, and a wooden box was placed between his knees, and the light that rose between heaven and earth seemed to rise behind the person, inexplicably adding a bit of artistic conception.

The little scholar next to the sound was holding Yasheng's article in his hand, learning the appearance of the old Mai Fuzi in the Jixia School Palace, shaking his head and shaking his thin body slightly, looking a little inexplicably happy.

"Self-reflection does not shrink, although brown and broad, I am not worried. ”

"Shrinking from reflexivity, although tens of millions of people have gone to me. ”

A slightly immature voice is loud in the ears,

The middle-aged Confucian priest whispered silently,

"Although there are tens of millions of people, I will go. ”

"Zinan, for the rest of your life, whether you are doing studies or practicing, remember this sentence. ”

Suddenly opened his eyes and his gaze fell on the scholar's body,

He spoke slowly.

The little scholar didn't know why, but he nodded vigorously.

"Master, is what we are doing now also a matter of thousands of people?"

The little scholar raised his head and said in a daze.

"Sort of. ”

Zeng Fuzi patted the little scholar on the shoulder and smiled.

"Knock! knock! knock!"

The voice fell,

In the distance, there is the roar of iron horses,

The sound of the horse's hooves stepping down is like a spring thunder,

The scholar is Lang Lang, the horse's hooves are bursting,

The black Xu character Daxu slowly rose, and the iron horsemen with three hundred waist hanging sheaths embroidered with black python patterns on the horizon in the distance stepped out of the momentum of thousands of troops.

"This is the world's first-class elite Liangzhou Iron Horse?"

Master Zeng got up slowly,

"It really lives up to its reputation. ”

A wry smile.

The wooden box between his knees has been opened,

The long sword is already in his hand,

In the distance, the young man in the black and gold python robe rode a tall horse, the corners of his clothes hunted, and the sword at his waist roared softly.

"Master, do you really want to fight?"

The little scholar poked out a small head from behind Zeng's wide Confucian robe, and looked at the scene below, a little distracted.

"You have to get a sword, don't you?"

As soon as the voice fell,

Zeng Fuzi has jumped off the city wall, the little scholar bent down and silently hid in the gap in the battlements, his eyes looked at the master below without blinking, he always felt that the master of the Jixia School Palace was very good at teaching and educating people, and last night I knew that the original master was also very good at fighting, and now I know that the original person who is very good at reading

One man, one sword,

Alone

"It's nice to have friends from afar. ”

Lang Lang's voice sounded in front of Yanggu Pass,

As small as a meson in front of hundreds of iron horsemen,

But there is a heroic righteousness in the chest, and it is more than a hundred feet away.

"I once toasted, there is a sword as a salute, ask His Royal Highness Daqian, congratulations!"

The words are polite, the sword light is sharp,

Zeng's long sword was horizontal in front of him,

Fingers closed and gently stroked the blade of the sword,

The gentleman has more than half a jiazi,

Now the sword is like a long tornado.

"Your Highness, this person is an envoy sent by the Qi State to toast, and he is also the master of the Jixia School Palace, and the yellow paper I saw on the way to the road was burned by this person when he worshipped. ”

Unexpectedly, the first person to worship was a scholar. ”

Bai Xiaosheng looked at the figure under Yanggu and said.

"There are really many people in the world who are not afraid of death. ”

"I thought that the righteousness was mostly a dog slaughterer. ”

Now it seems that scholars are not all affectionate, and in the final analysis, they still underestimate the backbone of the world's people. ”

"Since the sword is dedicated to me, then take it gladly,"

The young man in the python robe muttered,

Then he smiled.

The thumb is clasped on the hilt of the sword,

Gently flicked up, the cold sword body popped out, and the clear sword body reflected the young man Lang Qingjun's face, without too much anger, at this moment it was more of the swordsman's freehand style, free and easy, because the sword of the person who came did not have the slightest killing intent.

His hero, your enemy.

In terms of the righteousness of the family and the country, scholars can come out with swords,

Xu Xian admires such a person very much,

The cold sword intent fell from the sky at the moment the sword was released,

This is Simon blowing snow sword,

His sword is quick,

It can be said that it has reached the ultimate in the three products,

When Zeng's sword has not yet fallen,

The stunning sword in Xu Xian's hand had already arrived in front of him,

When the moment of the wrong body,

Master Zeng has already been defeated,

Because he's just a three-grade thing,

The cold blade gently brushed the skin around the neck,

Droplets of blood gathered and seeped out and fell on the robes,

"Why don't you kill me?"

Touching his throat and looking at the red on his fingertips, Zeng Fuzi said bitterly, although he had already known that he would not be able to stop the person in front of him, but he was too defeated to be neat, and he didn't even force out his two strongest swords.

"Because on the way to Yangguguan, I saw paper money in a place. ”

"It's been more than a few days since the battle for the upper party. ”

"And Master Zeng, you are the first person to come here to worship. ”

Xu Xian smiled.

"Master Zeng, I've admired it for a long time. ”

Xu Xian put his sword into the sheath and bowed.

"The sword has already come out, why don't you go south this time?"

Xu Xian invited him.

Zeng Fuzi was silent.

"This time I went south. ”

"If the Master had been with him, he might have lost many deaths. ”

Zeng Fuzi hesitated when he heard this.

Xu Xian's right hand was raised slightly,

Behind him were two empty horses.

......

The Iron Rider gallops,

The scenery receded quickly,

At noon it was again in the belly of the Shangdang Basin,

The sun fell on the white ribs, and it became cold inexplicably.

"People slaughtered 200,000 people, does His Highness know that he is the commander of the three armies?"

It's clearer now than it was last night.

"Of course, the main hall knows. ”

"Defying the world's condemnation. ”

"That general surnamed Bai can't die well even if he wants to.

Zeng Fuzi sounded the scene he saw outside the valley, and his chest was unsettled.

"This is not to worry about the master of Zeng. ”

"The temple said that he would be allowed to see peace. ”

Xu Xian pulled the reins, slowed down, and said very seriously.

There was silence for a long time,

"The party didn't mention it beforehand. ”

"Is there really no room for maneuver when His Highness enters Yong'an now?"

Zeng Fuzi's voice sounded in Xu Xian's ears.

"Nope. ”

The young man's lips opened lightly,

"The matter of going to the party has now been reported, and I think that the world will know about it in a few days, does Your Highness have the confidence to withstand the anger of thousands of people in Qi Country?"

"Isn't this exactly what you Qi Emperor wants to see?"

"I can't wait to eat my dried human flesh and sleep with my dry human skin. ”

"The whole country was filled with righteous indignation. ”

"But so what?"

"He won't kill me. ”

Or ......

The young man looked at the frightened and angry Zeng Fuzi on the side and paused.

"He wouldn't dare kill me!"

"Yes!"

"Even if Your Majesty doesn't want to kill you. ”

"But there is still a river and lake in my Qi country!"

"In the past, there was a sword immortal, Xu Jiuyu rejected the deer, and broke my six thousand armor with a sword. ”

"Now you can guarantee that there are no characters like Xu Jiu in the rivers and lakes of Qi Kingdom?"

"Three hundred riders!"

"Are you really afraid that there will be no return?"

Zeng Fuzi questioned.

"A river and lake?"

"Try it, and you can't do it. ”

The young man patted the sword on his waist, looked at it from afar, and said softly.