In the territory of the Sohai Dynasty,

Yao Zhenyi and the three of them arrived here by boat, but they didn't feel anything when they came, and they arrived here safely and soundly.

It's just that something happened that made them a little confused, that is, in the past few days, the soldiers and horses of the Han Dynasty that have been seen one after another have hurriedly gathered to the north, as if something has happened, they are all in good shape, and people with a discerning eye know at a glance that they are elite iron horses.

The three of them walked in a mountain hundreds of miles away from the capital of the Comhai Dynasty, and this time they went north, but they did not have to pass through many towns in the Sohai Dynasty.

The young man has been taking advantage of his free time these days, and he accidentally found that the fist eight style can actually walk on the pile, which is a bit interesting.

Therefore, when the three of them walk,

Yao Zhenyi was still wearing a Confucian shirt and still wearing the red gourd and the wooden card given by Mr. Su around his waist, and the young man walked forward with eight steps, and the sound of the wooden card gently swaying and hitting the red gourd sounded in the dense forest in this mountain.

Qin Xiang is holding the Taoist book in his hand and looking at it a little fascinating, and his heart admires the pure heart of the master even more, what is said in the book is different from ordinary Taoist books, they are all some unique "nonsense", but after careful thinking, it is very beneficial, which really aroused his interest, so that when he walked, he looked at this book and was fascinated.

And the young man with the sword on his back held his hands behind his head, holding a weed that he had folded from elsewhere in his mouth, and walked forward with his feet swaying, with the weeds in his mouth, and his body swaying when he walked, which seemed to have become the habit of this young man with a sword.

Among the three, no matter when and where, Jia Yibing seems to be the most relaxed one, and he is also the most "heartless" one in the mouth of the handsome scholar.

The young man with the sword on his back took the weed in his mouth, and the slight movement of his mouth made it turn to the side, and he turned his head sideways and watched with interest as the young man punched and handed the fist between the piles, but he had never seen such a strange way of "practicing boxing", which was quite incompatible with the ordinary walking piles of those "practitioners under the mountain".

But then I thought that although the martial artists in the world said that the road was facing the sky and each went to one side, in the end, they would go to the top of the mountain after all.

At this moment, Jia Yibing suddenly shouted, "Yao Zhenyi." ”

The young man paused and retracted his fists and turned his head, "Huh?"

Jia Yibing pondered for a while, and then asked with a smile at the young man, "Do you know why you punch, why you punch, why you practice boxing, and why do you practice boxing?"

Hearing this, Yao Zhenyi was stunned for a moment, he hadn't thought deeply about this problem, and at the beginning he learned boxing with Brother Liang, just to strengthen his body.

Later, when he made up his mind to go north, he hoped that he could have some self-protection in case of danger.

In addition, what he doesn't dare to reverie now is related to that "fairy sister" Chen Lingxi, he has some conjectures in his heart, but he doesn't dare to be sure.

Qin Xiang on the side also closed the book in his hand, stopped and looked at the two of them with interest, as if he wanted to know why the young man with the sword behind him had such a question.

Seeing that the young man was silent, Jia Yibing smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and tore off the weed at the corner of his mouth, and then slowly spoke, "Is it common just to go to a higher place, or is it to punch faster and more ruthlessly, in fact, it's almost the same." It's just that don't forget, the martial arts punch is all based on that breath, if the heart is hindered, how can the punch be at ease?

Yao Zhenyi didn't nod immediately, nor did he make a sound, but he repeatedly chewed and pecked what Brother Jia said in his heart.

Seeing that the young man was silent, the young man with the sword on his back was not in a hurry, stretched his waist, and said with a smile, "What I just said just now just hopes that you can recognize your true heart, don't go crooked on this road, after all, there are already many such "precedents" in the world, and those lessons from the past that can't help but ask yourself are bloody facts. ”

After a pause, Jia Yibing spoke again, but this time he said with a straight expression, "Martial arts, martial arts, not related to the Great Dao, even if the physical body is tempered stronger than those Vajra undefeated in the Buddhist family, it is still difficult to have great achievements, at least this short lifespan is a real big bottleneck, if you want to break it, it is a fool's dream, no one can be an exception."

Because of this, in the eyes of the cultivators on the mountain, the people who practice martial arts at the bottom of the mountain will be a lot shorter than them, and they will be fighting at the foot of the mountain all their lives.

What kind of great prosperity and great climate can there be in this life? On the other hand, among those cultivators on the mountain who have married Jindan and turned into a primordial baby, which one is not a long-lived and boundless and hopeful one?

Even if you are a martial artist with a strong body, it is still difficult to have a big chance if you have brute force, and it will be old and decayed for a hundred years, and it will be two hundred years old, and then it will still be an insignificant pile of dry bones, dust to dust, and soil to earth with the wind. This is why the people on the mountain call Takeo Yamashita "reckless". ”

The words fell, and at this time, the handsome scholar on the side spoke up, only to see him suddenly speak slowly, "Hide a breath in your chest, and climb to the top of the mountain with steps." ”

"Smack!"

The young man with the sword on his back slapped his thigh and laughed loudly, "A scholar is a scholar!

Hearing this, Qin Xiang rolled his eyes and ignored the smiling Jia Yibing.

And Yao Zhenyi silently remembered Brother Jia's words in his heart, and then said gratefully to the young man with the sword on his back, "Brother Jia!

Jia Yibing waved his hand, and suddenly asked with a smile, "Yao Zhenyi, do you know that ranger of the Han Dynasty, oh, that is, Lichangge?"

The young man didn't know why Brother Jia asked about this, but he still nodded truthfully.

Seeing this scene, the young man with the sword on his back seemed to smile even more happily, and said to himself, "Very good, very good, so good." ”

The handsome scholar on the side lowered his head lightly and was silent, as if he was thoughtful.

——

Hundreds of miles away from the capital of Haisheng Dynasty, on the top of a mountain called Dangshan, there is a small temple that does not hang a golden plaque, and there is a towering old cypress outside the temple, which is lush and green, and the ancient meaning is strong.

Outside the temple, there were more than a dozen men and women who looked like servants and maids, gathering in twos and threes, whispering with their heads down.

And in that temple, there were five or six men drinking, ranging in age from weak crowns to not confused.

Drinking and drinking all over the face, laughing loudly, one by one opened wine jars scattered all over the ground, these men should be from the noble family, talk and deed well, criticize the current affairs in the temple of the dynasty, and talk about the rise of the quite vertical and horizontal spirit.

During this period, there were also men who drank to their heart's content, so they simply bare their chests and abdomen, raised their wine glasses high, turned to look at the clay statue of Niangniang in the temple, and laughed wantonly: "Whether you are a god or a ghost, I am not afraid, as long as you dare to reveal your true body, I dare to invite you to drink wine in the cup!"

Haha, fairy Niangniang, if you are really willing to step down from the altar tonight, it will definitely be a good talk in the future, and the incense will only become more and more prosperous, I will do it first as a respect!"

The drunken man burped, trembled, and poured a sip of wine on his head, most of which spilled on his body and the ground, which was very different from Fang Cai's high-minded appearance.

Seeing this scene, the man's friends kept teasing and joking, and there were even more people who drank and were bold, and some people threatened to take down the statue of the mother, and they would sleep with the statue tonight, and the gods and men would have a dream together, which was a real beautiful talk.

These disrespectful words provoked an even greater burst of laughter.

And at this moment, there was a sigh in the small temple, which was quietly inaudible. A breeze blew by, and everyone was drinking and drinking, and they didn't notice anything unusual.

In the distance, near the top of this mountain, there is a larger temple than Nadang Mountain, and there is a tall statue of a god dressed in gold and armor, whether it is a temple or a statue of a god, it is more than a little bigger than the mountain just now.

And the incense here is also at its peak compared to Fang Cai, and even now that it is night, there are still countless incense smoke rising from the flames.

There is a one-year-old man in the temple, who is responsible for taking care of the temple temple that was canonized by the dynasty as "Master Wu".

He was standing on the top of the mountain, bowing his head and being silent. And next to the old man, there was a tall man, the man seemed to be shrouded in golden light, like a god, Hao Ran was the "martial master" of this mountain temple.

Since the ascension platform in the center of the world was completely closed, the world dynasty has the right to canonize the gods of mountains and rivers, which can be regarded as an alternative kind of sub-feudal, or the mountain spirits who have achieved success in cultivating the Tao and accumulated merits in the world, or the generals who died on the battlefield and made great achievements, and also have a heroic spirit, and are loved by the people under the mountain to petition and canonize the iron-boned ministers.

Obviously, the tall man in front of him is the mountain god who made great contributions to the Haisheng Dynasty during his lifetime, and was posthumously named the mountain god of this place after his death, responsible for protecting the water and soil.

I saw a tall man standing on the top of his own mountain, and through the night, he saw all the situations on the mountain that he called half a "neighbor".

The old man snorted coldly and rebuked angrily, "A bunch of things that don't know what to say! Everyone else has hit the door of the house, and they still look complacent! Bastard thing!"

Long before, he sensed that a large number of iron cavalry of the Han Dynasty were rushing towards this side one after another, and the target was the Haisheng Dynasty, and the whole march was full of that murderous aura.

“？！！”

At this moment, the god of mountains and rivers canonized by the Haisheng Dynasty suddenly raised his head, only to see three figures standing against the wind above his head.

Then the three figures landed in front of him, and a leading figure stood in the air, looking at him with a smile on his chest and hands, while the other two figures stood quietly behind him.

Looking under the moonlight, Hao Ran was a young man dressed in white with a lazy expression.

Seeing this scene, the mountain god lord was full of light in an instant, and his face was solemn as if he was facing a great enemy.

The young man in white clasped his hands to his chest, raised his eyes lightly and casually glanced at the "small movements" of the mountain god master, he smiled enthusiastically as if he was visiting a friend, "Just open your eyes and close your eyes, for the sake of that worthless foolish loyalty, if you lose this golden body mansion, it will outweigh the loss, besides, the Han Dynasty has always taken special care of the landscape goddess, and the benefits and disadvantages of this can be carefully considered." ”

As the words fell, the two figures behind him, who were also standing in the sky, were full of murderous intent, staring coldly at the tall man on the top of the mountain not far away.

Hearing this, the tall man's face fluctuated, and finally he sighed weakly, obviously giving up on doing that useless work.

meanwhile

All the gods of mountains and rivers in the territory of the Haisheng Dynasty were like evaporating from the world overnight, and they turned a blind eye to the "offensive" actions of the Han Iron Horse stepping into this land, just because they had the same "distinguished guests" as the mountain god lord.

After that, under the darkness of the night, several pillars of light rising into the sky appeared one after another within a radius of a hundred miles in the territory of the Haisheng Dynasty, and then they seemed to be broken by someone, turning into a golden drizzle scattered in the sky.

It was some Shanshui Zhengshen who tried to resist stubbornly that his golden body was shattered and he ended up scattered.

The people who know the times at the mountain are Junjie, and the mountain is no exception, there are those who protect their lives for Mingzhe and are indifferent to such a large-scale entry of the Han Dynasty, and there are also those who are loyal to the Haisheng Dynasty and choose to resist desperately.

On the side of the mountain temple, the man in white caught a glimpse of the golden drizzle falling from the sky, turned his head, and chuckled at the tall man, "Tsk, do you see, this night rain is really beautiful." ”

The tall man's face was ugly and he looked at the sky, and those dense fragments of the golden body in the sky finally turned into starlight and fell into the world and disappeared.

——

Next

At the time of the first rays of the sun, the capital of the Haisheng Dynasty at this time, the thick smoke rising from the raging war raged and filled the entire city.

Above the city, the two-character flag of 'Haisheng' waved in the wind was already tattered and ragged, and it seemed that it would fall to the ground in an instant.

And on the top of the tower, there are dead bodies with broken arrows on the ground, full of broken limbs and wreckage at a glance, bleeding endlessly, the heavy smell of blood and sweat mixed with each other, filling the air, pungent and unpleasant.

The morning light on the horizon shone on the dense array of arrows on the towers, and the corpses lying in pools of blood.

The battle of attack launched by the Han Dynasty was still going on, and the terrible screams and screams were mixed with the sound of those swords colliding with the fine iron.

Arrows flew wildly in the air, dragging a long rain of arrows through the clear sky like locusts passing through.

Under the rain of arrows, I saw that some soldiers were constantly hit by arrows and fell to the ground, and the sound of arrows piercing into flesh and blood sounded.

The soldiers of the Han Dynasty just climbed the city wall, and were immediately greeted by several soldiers of the Haisheng Dynasty, outnumbered, but they were not afraid of death, and the flesh and blood flew when the sword was added, and they were stunned to cut off the enemy's head with all their strength before they died, and the head fell to the ground, and the body that had just landed on the head of the city for less than a moment also fell down.

"Pss

"Ge Laozi, get out!"

The sound of "killing !!" rushing to the sky, the crazy killing, and the blazing beacon fire made the soldiers of the two armies angry, and the war became more and more intense.

In fact, if you look closely, it is obvious that the offensive of the Han Dynasty is becoming more and more fierce, while the Haisheng Dynasty is losing and retreating, and there is a vague momentum of collapse.

On the other side,

"Whew-"

Dozens of miles away from this city, thousands of elite iron horsemen of the Han Dynasty stood silent, coldly watching the battle on the city wall, only the horses they sat on shook their heads and exhaled hot air, and their front hooves rubbed the ground from time to time.

In front of these thousands of neat and orderly iron horses of the Han Dynasty, there are three cavalry leaders who stand out.

A burly man in black iron heavy armor in the center is the main general in charge of the siege this time, and he is also the general of the "Black Wing Battalion" of the Han Dynasty.

I saw him stretch out his hand and gently stroke the sideburns of the horse under his crotch, looking indifferently in the direction of the city.

On the left is a lazy young man dressed in a long robe, with a sword at his waist and a casual face, but this young man looked at the battlefield in front of him but was a little bored, stretched his waist and yawned, lying on the back of the horse and drooping his head, obviously a little disinterested.

On the right is a young lieutenant general, he kicked lightly, and the horse under his crotch approached the main general, and after walking in front of the main general, the young lieutenant general held the reins and arched his hand and said, "General Han, the number of injuries and deaths has been reported, and they have all been recorded in the military merit book." ”

Hearing this, the lord general nodded and said in a deep voice, "Tell the brothers, whoever ascends to the top of the city first and cuts down that flag will be remembered for a great achievement!"

The young lieutenant replied respectfully, "Order!"

The chief general known as "General Han" caught a glimpse of more than a dozen figures suddenly appearing above the city, and he did not hold a sword but used magic powers, Hao Ran was a cultivator on the mountain.

I saw him turn his head and smile at the lazy young man on the left, "Cao Xu, it's time for you to play." ”

Hearing this, Cao Xu, who was straddling the sword at his waist, also saw more than a dozen figures suddenly "appearing" above the city, and then his eyes lit up, and he immediately got up and arched his hand to the main general, "Cao Xu's order!"

When the words fell, this lazy young man smiled evilly, only these "mountain immortals" could arouse his interest.

At the same time, more than a dozen figures came out one after another behind the thousands of iron horsemen, all of whom were used to deal with those cultivators above the city.