The shouts of killing spread from the east to the west, and the shouting intensified, I don't know if it was to exaggerate the atmosphere or to strengthen their courage, after all, they were facing this great general, even if there was only one general.

There is also a drag oil bottle.

Mo Jun didn't dare to carry Mei Sanniang behind him, even if he cultivated to a high level, there were no long eyes behind him, and there was no long eyes behind him, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon in the forbidden army, what if there was a master who specialized in the next three ways and injured Sanniang?

In front of him, the flags covered the sky, the arrows fell, and there was no way out at all.

Once again, a sword shook back dozens of besieging soldiers, Mo Jun's forehead unconsciously oozed sweat, his arms were slightly numb, and his breathing became short, this was not good news, he felt tired.

Sweat flowed down the sword eyebrows into his eyes, and there was a tingling pain, but Mo Jun didn't dare to squeeze his eyes at all, and he didn't even dare to blink a few more times, for fear that he wouldn't be able to catch the enemy's movements.

Mei Sanniang noticed this strangeness, and raised her sleeves to help him wipe the sweat off his face.

Mo Jun smiled back: "Are you afraid?"

Mei Sanniang bit her lip, shook her head, and buried her face deeper.

"Are you really not afraid or are you not afraid?" Mo Jun asked softly.

Mei Sanniang said firmly: "I'm really not afraid, with you, what's so scary?"

"Yes......" Mo Jun muttered, his eyes wandering.

Another sword fell, blood splashed, flowers bloomed into snow, red in the moonlight, gorgeous.

Mei Sanniang stretched out her jade onion-like fingers and stroked Mo Jun's arm, and with a slight touch, the gloomy color in her eyes flashed, and she joked with a smile: "Your hands are trembling, is it possible that the general is scared?"

Mo Jun squinted and said absent-mindedly: "You said this...... It's not that I'm afraid. ”

"What's that?"

"You're too heavy. ”

Mei Sanniang's cheeks puffed up, her pretty face turned red, and for some reason she suddenly had an urge to beat the person in front of her. But Mei Sanniang still endured it, at this time, she still has to distinguish the severity, and she also has reason to believe that this guy is easing the atmosphere and joking, otherwise...... I want you to look good!

Mo Jun saw Mei Sanniang's little daughter's behavior, and a trace of warmth floated in his heart, he squinted his eyes and looked at the city tower in the west, and clenched the long sword in his hand hard.

Ximen White Tiger Guard, there is Ye Wenliu's territory, if you can really rush to kill the past, maybe there is still a glimmer of life, as long as you go out of Tai'an, it is the sky is still high and the birds are flying, and the sea is wide and the fish can jump.

The lights at the head of the city in the west suddenly went out, and Mo Jun was stunned, and an ominous premonition emerged, always feeling that something would happen. Mo Jun has never believed in ghosts and gods, and has always scoffed at divination, but these mysterious methods seem to make people fall into the clouds, but in fact, they seem to have some truth, which makes people unable to see through. Just as Tianji calculated a hexagram for him that day, the Tao is "the greedy wolf enters the house, and the victory will decline", and today it seems that everything has been said by Tianji.

But what's the use?

It's calculated, it's right, but there is still nothing to be done, the greedy wolf finally "entered the house" and entered the country of the Great Zhou.

This is the will of heaven, and man will not be able to overcome heaven in the end.

Mo Jun still remembers that when he was in Jiangnan that year, he met an old fortune teller, generally speaking, the old way of doing this line of work has to turn himself into a crane hair, fairy wind and bones before he is willing to give up, which makes people feel convincing at a glance, and it is more handy to bluff people. But the old fortune teller was very special, his dress was no different from that of the catastrophic period, and his face was even more miserable, with a big nose with sake lees, puffy eye bags, a torn felt hat on his unkempt gray hair, and two missing front teeth, how funny and funny.

There is no doubt that the stall set up by this kind of person is extremely deserted, and there are even some ruffians and hooligans who trouble the old man, and insist that the old man give them a hexagram. When he signed the lottery, he scolded him for being abducted, when he signed it, he scolded him for being flattering and servile, and when he won the lottery, he said that he didn't learn and didn't know how to do it, in short, he was looking for a reason to beat him.

The old man was also stubborn, he was beaten the day before, and the next day he set up a stall like a nobody, and took the initiative to greet the person who beat him with great interest, as if he wanted to compare with others whether it was someone else's fist or his thick skin, and he laughed and laughed.

At first, Mo Jun just thought that this old man had a strange shape and was a little interesting, but then he paid attention to it, and felt that this guy was more than a little interesting.

So Mo Jun helped him drive away those troublemakers, and wanted to count a hexagram for the first time. Unexpectedly, the old man was holding a wine gourd, his eyes were drunk, he tilted his head and looked him up and down, and waved his hand again and again to say that it couldn't be counted.

Mo Jun was amused by him, and crossed his arms to ask why.

The old man threw out a sentence, which made people misty.

"I don't dare to count all the hexagrams, I'm afraid that the will of heaven is unpredictable!"

Well, this old man was able to come up with a hexagram to deal with the hooligans, and he helped him himself, and he didn't even bother to count the hexagrams. However, Mo Jun didn't care about these, and he didn't care about the stinky old words, just as a joke.

Now that I think about it, it seems worth thinking about......

Could it be that the old man is even more clever than the heavens?

Mo Jun raised his sword again, and suddenly smiled, if he could escape from Tai'an, when he had the opportunity, he would have to find the old man.

"What are you laughing at?" Mei Sanniang said curiously.

"It's nothing, it's just a pleasure in suffering. Mo Jun laughed at himself, looked at the city tower in the distance, and suddenly asked, "Sanniang, do you believe in heaven?"

"God, what day?" Mei Sanniang blinked, her face was full of confusion, and then she remembered something and said angrily: "General, why are you still called the slave family's Sanniang!"

Mo Jun teased: "Don't you also call me a general." ”

Mei Sanniang didn't answer, looking ashamed.

"Heavenly ...... I don't know what it is, but I always hear people mention that no matter what happens, it will be related to this sky, maybe there are really immortals in the sky, maybe the purple micro star, the thirteen stars of the North and South Dipper are really immortals, maybe the naïve dominates the world, and at the moment he is smiling and looking at everything in the mortal world, who knows?"

Mo Jun's eyes were confused, and he muttered: "In my opinion, heaven may be heaven's will, but I have never believed in these things, so I am mysterious and alarmist, even if there is really a sky, that person will definitely be able to win the sky." It's just that at this moment, I remembered a lot of things, and suddenly became shaken, maybe there will really be providence in this world, what do you say?"

"Providence?" Mei Sanniang's mind was a little confused, she said with a bitter face: "The slave family doesn't understand what the general is saying, the slave family has only lived in the small place of Tai'an in this life, and they are short-sighted, if there is really any heaven...... That's just sitting in a well and watching the sky. But the slave family knows one thing, every festival, the girls in the city will go to the temple to pray for blessings, to make wishes, to tell fortunes, they will hope for the safety of their relatives, will look forward to the return of their lovers, and will also ask the gods to bless the world. ”

"Maybe there is really any heaven in this world, maybe there is no heaven, but these are not important, the slave family goes to ask for heaven, to ask the sky, in the final analysis, it is just to find a peace of mind, this is not some mysterious thing, just think carefully. Just like now, the slave family prayed to the heavens, and General Youda escaped. ”

Mei Sanniang's beautiful eyes were bent into two crescents, and there was a shallow smile on her face.

Mo Jun's eyes were glazed, looking at Mei Sanniang's serious expression with his fingers wrenched, as if something had been touched in his heart, he also replied with a smile: "Then I will believe you this day." ”

"Huh?"

"Sincerity is spirit. Mo Jun pointed forward and laughed: "Providence, have you seen it?"

Mei Sanniang raised her head and opened her mouth in surprise.

The killing array in front of him was rushed away, and the man at the head, who was very familiar, rode a horse, led a horse, raised the strange scimitar in his hand, and shouted loudly.

"General, get on your horse!"

As if a ball of brilliance bloomed, Mo Jun's figure jumped up like a meteor, and it was like a silkworm chrysalis breaking through the ashes into a butterfly, and the phoenix was reborn from the fire.

Mo Jun hugged Mei Sanniang and landed firmly on the horse's back, neighing, and the white horse raised its front hooves high, as if roaring towards the sky.

Mo Jun looked at the person beside him and smiled: "Ye Wenliu, you are really a talent!"

Ye Wenliu wiped his nose and accepted the praise unceremoniously: "That's!"

Mo Jun teased: "After tonight, your wish must also come true, Ye Wenliu's three words will be widely praised in this rivers and lakes and temples, everyone knows it, and even the history books will give you a note, but unfortunately, it is not a hundred generations, after all, you are a thief!"

Ye Wenliu spread his hands, with an indifferent look: "Anti-thief is anti-thief, this broken place, this broken official, I have long been irrelevant!

"In the future, the imperial court will not let you Ye Jiabao go. ”

"Who's afraid of whom?"

Liu Baiqi was stunned for a moment, and smiled dumbly: "Didn't you just say that Mojun is looking for death?"

"It's different now. King Fudo Ming pointed to another army in the distance, and said as if the conspiracy had succeeded: "Do you see there?" Bai Huwei and Ye Wenliu, with reinforcements, it will be different. ”

Liu Baiqi teased: "It is worthy of being the immovable king of my Heavenly Heart Sect!"

King Fudong Ming had a hippie smile: "Third Master, it's useless for you to regret it now!"

"What is there to regret?" Liu Baiqi stood up and stretched, raised his head and drank all the wine in the gourd, squinting his eyes and looking into the distance.

There, there are people who are white-stained with blood, and they ride in the dust.

There, there are people who are alone and peerless.

There are generals, there are beauties, there are poems, there are paintings.

"Then I'll bet...... One of them won't be able to escape!"

However, the so-called general, when the horse leather shroud;

The so-called beauty is a celebrity with a thin life;

The so-called poetry and painting will eventually not withstand the flames of the battlefield, and will eventually be burned out.

Liu Baiqi still clearly remembers the heavy snow and the ballad.

Since ancient times, beauties have been like famous generals, and they are not allowed to see white heads in the world.