Fan Jing had just finished smashing all of Lin Qian's wine, and as soon as he turned around, he saw him playing with fire indoors-

What kind of lord is this, this is clearly a bear child! What is he burning? Desperately snatched it, his knife score "Bai's Changqing Collection" ahhhh

Fan Jing almost collapsed, and suddenly gave up the idea of begging Lin Qian to save him downstairs......

The day after he retired from the battlefield, Lin Qian fell seriously ill.

Probably from the death of Han Shu last year, the injuries and pain, at the same time, when the outbreak of the self-assured and strong people like Lin Qian, they all felt the horror of the illness, Su Ri he was disgusted with Fan Jing's noise, and avoided medical treatment, but the illness was so serious that even he couldn't help but go to Fan Jing, busy begging for medicine to drink, not drinking, not drinking, this feeling is not pain, but dizzy, the world will be seasick and seasick, only he feels dizzy on the ground, as long as he is down-to-earth, he will be dizzy, and he has to lie down weakly to feel better. In fact, drinking medicine is also a psychological effect, and it is more comfortable to lie down.

Until one day, he lay on the bed like a corpse, and suddenly felt that he was not so dizzy, let go of his hand, and stretched his brow, as if he had finally attained liberation - when you were not sick, any part of your body was unconscious, healthy as if it did not exist, and when you began to be sick, there would be pain in this part of the body, and you would feel its presence, but when you were terminally ill, it would return to ignorance, as if it did not exist at all. Just like he is now, he doesn't need Fan Jing to save his life, and all his limbs and bones are fading in a trance.

It's a slump, he knows.

The terrible trough of life, knowing that it is blocked by the peak can not be passed, and if it can be passed, it must be the peak, but I don't know how to get through it.

He didn't dare to hold the blade again, and returned to the frustration that was painful at the touch of Qianxi when he first entered the demon. How do you hold it, how many more people will you kill indiscriminately, how many more comrades-in-arms will you harm, and how far will you separate this soul from the body?

It turns out that the hatred of the knife requires "things and I forget" is this meaning, and the knife owner wants to completely forget the original self, so that he can follow the knife obediently and finally contradict his heart!?

In the past, he learned from Liu Wujin, Bai Lufei, Cha Weng and others that there are two kinds of unity of knife and man, one is to gradually comprehend the artistic conception, and the other is to frantically tap the combat power. Therefore, the more he progresses, the more dangerous he becomes, the stronger his strength, the more difficult it is to control himself, and the easier it is to fall, how can he not understand.

What's the use of understanding, it's not enslaved by the knife!!

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Seriously injured and drowsy, sluggish, heartbroken, and his soul was like thousands of dust, which he allowed to peel off from his body,

The monks of Xiyan Temple seemed to be striking the bell, and one morning after another quietly flowed by.

He couldn't open his eyes, in the realm of near death, everything was empty, only the last trace of sanity remained,

This place far away from the world may be the underworld? You can clearly sense the silence of the ten thousand sounds, whether the flowers bloom and the grass grows, the insects chirp and the birds chirp, or the rain slides between the bamboos, or the leaves fall on the eaves, no matter how quiet, how mysterious, life and death, there are sounds.

He didn't know whether it was a dream or death, he stopped by the roadside, looking back at his past life, every fierce battle, every war and friction, it seemed to be condensed in every sound of insects and birds, every scene of rain and leaves, but no matter how majestic and generous, once possessed in it, it will die like a mayfly,

How could those strong and brilliant souls accept such a short end! Resisting this sudden extinguishment, they burst and boiled excessively before their parasitic bodies withered, and the shorter their life became, the more they struggled, and they burned out with a sudden light.

Feverishly burned, turned into a few handfuls of soil, the body was forced to be scattered and messy by death, but these souls did not end completely, but little by little, passed through Yin and Yang, once separated, finally reunited, gradually converged, karma converged, even if it took hundreds of millions of years to wait,

After all, in the twilight of Xiyan Temple, I saw and heard the long-lost frost and cool sword ge, the wind gave birth to the horses, and the drums were all together.

Looking back and listening, the moon is tomorrow, and the world is called!

Dying and sick sat up in shock, exhausted and fainted again,

But his glimmer of light, but because of this, he couldn't sleep anymore—

But in his dreams, every time he was awakened by a new body, he was scattered because his previous body died, and he completely lost the impression of his old life, and his new body lay alone on those few handfuls of soil, crossing several battlefields and countless seas of people to the flames of the past, feeling and comprehending again, and painstakingly pieced together a wisp and a half, and then in the spring breeze and drizzle, reintegrating and reuniting...... Although it was quickly dispersed with his fall, it calmly and again as he was reborn...... Every moment that can be called a fragment is coherent into eternity because of the connection in the dark.

After repeatedly gathering and dispersing, rising and falling, it is still the original sword intent, but it is not exactly the same, it is both primitive and new, both inherited and changed, just like the morning bell is quiet, and the dusk drum is noisy, they are fundamentally the previous and subsequent lives, just like the ten thousand sounds between heaven and earth, there are many that cannot be extinguished, and finally accumulate into a trumpet. What is the difference between a person waiting for a drunken drunkenness, or washing a knife and other wine? A knife and a person are both made of blood, both have passed through the ages, and have come and gone, and both have been scattered into zero and gradually converged from zero into whole. Everything in this world, existence is towards destruction, and after decline, it immediately plans to flourish again. Who said that he is contrary to the Drinking and Hate Knife, since he has destroyed this world, then he will reshape another one!

Cheng Lingxiao once told him that the more near-death he is, the more suitable it is for mental precipitation, and it turns out to be true.

This moment of clarity made him circulate all the sword realms in his mind several times in a single breath. From one heart and two uses, one to control ten thousand, one to control ten thousand, ten thousand clouds fighting method, eighty-one knives, ten directions are destroyed, to ten thousand dwellings in one, winding road cloud ladder, Kunlun collapse cliff, ten thousand dwellings in zero, good as water, good as wine, Baling infinite wine, Tianyun water tripartite fighting method, iQue, mirror......

All of them lost their impressions, all of them were overturned and restarted, dreaming after dream, reconstructing the most times, searching for thousands of waters, leaving the last thing, which is the essence of the hateful knife!

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Suddenly sober, no pole Tailai.

In recent years, in the process of catching up with the master hall and the Yuwang Mansion, Lin Qian's sword realm has been committed to maintaining and deepening, that is, following the guidance of all his predecessors, "maintaining the strongest artistic conception with the least effort", and then gradually being able to divide equally, such as good as wine, iQue and tranquility, it has already given the knife realm to create and incorporate, that is, with his own thoughts, "see more and more wonderful new artistic conceptions", and in the South Cave Temple where he encountered Yuansheng, he was pointed out by Yuansheng that you Lin Qian still has a third space for improvement," On the basis of the same artistic conception, enhance the lethality of the artistic conception, so that the knife technique can become more refined. ”

Of course, Yuan Sheng didn't say it with words, but said with his ability to control the Drinking and Hate Knife with a higher level of control than Lin Qian: Lin Qian, if your enemy is familiar with your mental method, understands more deeply than you, and can use less force than you to play a more lethal artistic conception than you, he is more worthy of the Drinking Hate Knife than you, and he may interrupt your proud control of the Drinking and Hate Knife.

Lin Qiantuo'er's blessing, after the battle, he stole Yuansheng's Buddhist scriptures, those few simple mantras on the cave wall, in the actual combat can not only supplement his physical strength, but also make him feel that Yuansheng is stronger than him by relying on this Buddhist scripture, if the hatred knife and this Buddhist scripture are completely compatible with each other, he can be like Yuansheng, enhance the artistic conception of killing, improve his own control.

But later it turned out that he was wrong, that the Buddhist scriptures could only replenish physical strength, and could not improve the killing, and to improve the killing, it still had to rely on his own enlightenment. However, how many understandings can he have for the same artistic conception? In actual combat, although he has been empty, briefly forgotten, and tried his best to create, those sword realms have already penetrated into the bloodline, and it is difficult to have a new understanding.

Until now, this has been the case. After a long period of self-abandonment, forgetfulness, long-term random dreaming, a flash of inspiration, and then in reality, all the existing knife techniques were completely overturned and turned over and over again. It's hard to imagine that after he got up like this, he re-practiced the knife with incineration, and the killing and control seemed to be really strengthening.

He had heard that sentence a long time ago, but now he understands that the heavens will descend on the people, and they must first suffer their minds, strain their muscles and bones, starve their bodies and skins, empty their bodies, and act chaotically, so they are motivated to endure and gain what they cannot......

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However, this Xiyan Temple is really not a place where you can practice swords day and night.

His pair of knives went to Taolang, some people were angry and were noisy and dreamed, no matter what your surname is, you will come to stop it, fly a move "fast snow and sunny" to chase away customers, and the shot seems to be a branch at hand, but it is the same as the weapon's strength, and the shape is dense, which martial saint?

Lin Qian's "Disaster of Snow Light" is not a false name, although the other party's clouds and rivers are about to melt him away, his two knives are inexhaustible, strong backpush, the snow skyrockets, swallowing thousands of miles, in a trance, there are stacked mountains galloping westward, thousands of horses whirling, and the mountains want to east.

"These two knives! The poor monk recognizes what happened a long time ago...... "On the opposite side was a half-hundred-year-old monk who had spoken to him before. This is a hermit, who lives in the wilderness and doesn't ask about the world, so he naturally doesn't know who he Lin Qian is, but only knows that he is a sad person.

I don't know Lin Qian, but I know these two knives, he is actually a person in the rivers and lakes, or an old man? Lin Qian is not in a state of enchantment, and he doesn't want to hurt the innocent, so he wants to avoid it, but this battle can't be controlled by him, it's not that he can accept it if he wants to--that monk originally came to sweep the snow with the anger of being woken up, but he didn't expect that not only did it not clear but also fell into a blizzard, on a whim, he pulled out a tree in front of the door and "read the long wind——"

Lin Qian is in danger, the left knife "the south wind blows the mountain to level the ground", the right knife "sings and sorrows in the middle of the night", a knife is majestic, a knife is crazy and sad, left and right, drive forward, press the endless wind and clouds in the palm of the monk's fingers, the monk's face changed slightly, and he collided with a draw: "This mental method, the donor should never practice." ”

"Senior...... Lin Qian had time to speak, "What kind of mental method are you talking about?"

"The poor monk was forcibly robbed by Yuansheng's mental method. It is my Buddhist thing, and it is not compatible with the benefactor's sword. He made another move, "The avenue has not been down for a long time, and I know that the first is not true", the momentum between the sleeves and robes is like a rainbow, and the hidden dragon will be in the abyss for nine days.

"Don't ......" Lin Qian lost his mind and almost missed this ...... Tree. After a while, he finally blocked it with the "iQue" that he had revisited several times, calmly advancing and retreating, and attacking and defending calmly.

Fighting, he suddenly understood that since the bloody Chen Cang, he was not like himself, why he always habitually fell into the devil so frequently and inexplicably.

That's because he wants to use Yuansheng's Buddhist scriptures to supplement his physical strength, but he is greedy for a small price and suffers a big loss-

The Buddhist scripture and his own hatred knife are intolerable and even contradictory, as a foreign object that blatantly invades but cannot be integrated with the mind, although it has a very rapid impetus to Lin Qian's combat power, it has also caused him to become more and more dangerous and frequent!

Everyone thought that his enchantment in Chencang was caused by the fire poison of Han Dan in Daoxiang Village who injured him, and the truth was revealed, and it turned out that the culprit was the Buddhist scriptures that Yuansheng of the South Grotto Temple was stolen by him!

But now, he still habitually uses ...... Should I continue to use it?

The enlightenment of the near-death realm has made his control of the Drinking and Hate Knife close to the sound of the abyss in the past few days, and on this basis, he found that the Buddhist scriptures have begun to have the possibility of improving the artistic conception of killing......

"Donor, it's completely incompatible, and if you fight again, you will fall into the devil, don't like to listen to what you say......" The monk dismantled him a few more times and felt a little tight, and the moves were no longer confined to Wang Xizhi, what kind of night came to the abdominal pain, paused, it was okay to beat the yellow crane, and it was okay to use it to deal with Lin Qian, and it would definitely be gone, "Hey, force me to change my moves!"

The name of this move is really long, and it is as long as an inch long and an inch strong like a blade, so long that Lin Qian is almost unable to parry it if he is slightly disturbed, and this tree, which is as heavy as a broken cloud, is about to poke the tip of his nose He suddenly woke up, if someone told him that the Buddhist scriptures were incompatible with his sword technique and intensified his demonization, he might have accepted it and corrected it, but he had just realized that any vicissitudes of the sea could be completely destroyed and re-carved together with chaos - "Tolerable, it's not up to you." ”

The night is as cool as water, his heart is like stopping water, but it is a rare refreshment after returning from Hedong, this monk is a strong enemy, and when he came to practice the knife for himself, the fire is refined again and again, Lin Qian's bones are stronger again and again, the knife that is no longer confined to paper, as the flames burn out, the more and more true it is in the void - "Tolerate, I write in the knife, you see!"

It's still that fugue, but the lethality seems to have doubled, he and his knife are walking on the edge of entering the demon, always rubbing shoulders with the crisis but never falling, even if the wind, fire, thunder and lightning that swept all the way, it is such an amazing courage, to say the same, while controlling the enemy, while making a knife.

The monk was shocked to see that the tree in his hand fell apart, and the opposite knife realm, the sky and water were connected, and it was chaotic.

Lin Qian retorted to this monk named Lonely Tears with his actions: In case of resistance, if you do not compromise, you will run in, and in the face of adversity, you will not stay, you will overcome!

Smooth and dripping, the monk was strong when he was strong: "Donor, I'm serious!"

Judge pen!

Lin Qian was stunned for a while, no wonder most of his moves were calligraphy posts, and his mind moved...... But forgot.

Lonely tears are much more handy than using trees, and they are all elegant, and the stabs are dangerous.

"Slender like the first moon out of the world, falling on the stars of the river!" the monk reported...... Is it a move, obviously he is depicting himself in the form of the move, boasting, but Lin Qian can't argue, the monk does have such a look!

Lin Qian didn't dare to slack off, and rushed into the universe of this monk's penmanship array with his penmanship, and the fire accumulated by internal force, even if this monk's pen swept through the ages, and the moves were infinitely powerful, he could not coerce it.

The more he fights, the quieter it becomes, because the enemies that are more difficult to fight and the more embarrassing situations than this, he has already passed, and what else can make him frown.

It took less than ten moves for the two of them to start fighting and to be ignited, but after both sides went all out, they didn't decide the winner in a hundred rounds—the Buddhist scriptures were the monk's things, and he naturally mastered them perfectly, and his strength was as endless as Lin Qian's; his pen was as exquisite as Lin Qian's knife, as exquisite as his own three heads and six arms.

However, the prodigal son once said that there is no unbreakable move in the world, so Lin Qian only needs to be undefeated, and after a thousand moves, he is afraid that he will not show his flaws? Sure enough, in the one hundred and eighty rounds, Lin Qian was familiar with his advance and retreat speed, the long knife was horizontal, slammed into cutting, and shook a move, the monk double-stroked and fiercely picked, so sharp that he poured the long knife, and in the middle of Lin Qian's arms, he quickly transferred all his strength to the short knife and attacked him directly under his ribs, and the end was like a dragon, and the monk was stunned and immediately returned to protect, but Lin Qian's knife was "mirrored", and he went directly to cut off the double pen in his hand, which really gave the monk a lot of knowledge, it turned out that this was a false move in a false move-

However, Lin Qian never thought that the fall of the double pen seemed to be the monk's own choice, that is, he Lin Qian lowered his guard! Just when he was victorious and relaxed, the monk slapped back, caught off guard, and couldn't help but say, Lin Qian's double knife also flew straight out of his hand, and he didn't have time to think about it, and decisively stepped up with one palm. With a loud sound, the two of them were shocked back by their respective skills by half a step, and they wiped out each other's remaining strength in an instant!

Lin Qian's reversal of all moves is not all stronger than before, for example, this mirror Mi, in a hurry, did not play well, and was seen by this fast-eyed monk, so he will plan to invite you into the urn......

Lonely Tears and Lin Qian were both sweating profusely, but how could they truce when they finally met an opponent who hadn't won or lost? Lonely Tears went to touch his waist, hey, there was a wine jug, but he was reluctant to use it......

The moon stars are scarce, how can Lin Qian not see that this will be a good wine that has not come out! I haven't drunk it for a few days, his eyes are sharp, he looks straight, inadvertently, regardless of the fact that he wants to grab it and drink it, regardless of his whole body weakness, he thinks that the other party is not strong anyway!

"Donor...... This is the wine of the poor monk!" Lonely tears were furious, and the oil ran out and the lamp dried up and fought with him in hand-to-hand combat.

"Which monk is drinking?!" Lin Qiancai didn't believe it, and looked at him by the way when he threw him to the ground, this should be a real monk, but although he is bald, although he is a middle-aged man, he is quite handsome.

"Wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and the Buddha has left it in his heart. Lonely tears snatched the wine as she spoke, and beat Lin Qian to the ground.

"Give me this wine, and I'll pay you back tomorrow!" Lin Qian was burned by the idea of drinking, and he didn't talk about any reason, and it seemed that he was going crazy again.

"Amitabha, donor......" Lonely tears couldn't beat him for a while, and he pressed his hands and feet, seeing that the wine was half drunk by him, he was in a hurry to recite the scriptures......

Lin Qian's strength froze, and he was defeated again, it seems that he almost fell into the demon just now, but fortunately, he was stopped by this monk and cleared his heart, however, ...... This wine ...... Really, I can't bear it......

At that moment, Lonely Tears' face changed suddenly, he loosened his strength, he was overturned, snatched the wine and drank it all, he was enjoying the war spoils, and before he could care why, he smelled a faint fragrance from the wind......

At the same time, a crisp and gentle woman's voice sounded: "May I ask the little master......"

He was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that he was originally practicing swords, and when he met this monk at the gate of the temple, he opened it, and now he was scuffling with him and was a few feet outside the temple...... When I turned around, I saw a woman in her forties,, who still had the charm: "May I ask the little master, can the master of 'Lonely Bird Fly Solier' sleep? ”

“...... Haven't heard of it. He suspected that the monk under him was the master, but looking at the way he held his breath and stared, it seemed that he didn't want to see her......

"Oh, it's all my fault, it's too late. Next time, give me more sweat medicine. The woman put down her food, "Little master, please help me give it to him." ”

"......" Lin Qian hasn't figured out the ins and outs of this for a while, isn't the monk quitting sex, and he still seduces a married woman!?

"Donor, thank you!" The monk saw the woman walking away, suddenly got up, and hugged Lin Qian, "The grace of saving your life is unforgettable!"

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The next day, Lin Qian learned that this monk called Lonely Tears and Lonely Bird Flying Solo was his savior.

"Poisonous people! Poisonous people! beat the life-saving benefactor to a blue nose and swollen face...... For this reason, Lin Qian was scolded by Fan Jing a lot.

When he went to apologize to the monk, the monk had just finished sweeping the ground and was striking the bell, looking at each other, and the scene was very embarrassing for a while.

"Master, I'm really sorry about last night's incident, you drink this wine. Next...... Regret that you shouldn't have offended your benefactor!" Lin Qian looked at the dark circles under his eyes that he didn't know if he had been beaten or hadn't slept well, and wanted to laugh and blame himself.

"Oh, donor, it turned out to be the wounded soldier......" The monk found out that he was the dying pursuer a few days ago, and smiled, "Hahaha, what is there to regret about this, you have to know that the benefactor did not dare to fight, didn't you miss the battle last night......?"

"Master, when are you free, can you tell me about the interpretation of the Buddhist scriptures?" Lin Qian originally wanted to silently reveal the Buddhist scriptures in the South Cave Temple, but later thought that this monk was the original owner and there must be a full text.

"Why, the donor is not afraid of falling into the devil?" the monk reminded him, "The sound of the abyss is a lesson from the past, the more thorough, the more dangerous. ”

"The more dangerous it is, the more opportunities there are. "Since you want to run in, you should go deeper. Although the sound of the abyss was miserable, before it could be run-in, it was completely taken away.

"The donor's martial arts are no longer within the reach of ordinary people, so why do you have to take the risk of climbing?" the monk was puzzled.

"My wife, who has been taken captive by her father, must be rescued at least as tall as her father. "If you want to save her in a dignified manner, without delaying the battle between the allies and the Jin army, you have to resort to the rivers and lakes competition, and he must at least be as strong as Wanyan Yonglian.

"Oh......" the monk suddenly said, "But, even the sound of the deep voice ......"

"Don't be afraid of it. Lin Qian knew what he was going to say.

Before they finished talking, thirteen wings came running: "Lord!"

"What?"

"There are half of the hundred-year-old women outside the temple, not for the first time, saying that they want to find 'a single feather piercing the sky', but how can there be such a monk in the temple?"

Then tell her that the monk may have wandered away and will not be here for the time being. Lin Qian didn't think about it for a while, and said to the Thirteen Wings.

"Okay, then the donor will come with me. The Buddhist scriptures and your sword, although they have different paths, may not be of the same origin and the same root, try it. After the monk finished speaking, he turned around and called Thirteen Wings: "During this time, if there are still women looking for 'Tear Splash Beads', please trouble the donors to help block the ......."

Everyone looked at each other. is so flattering, I'm afraid that the yellow crane will go!

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"The master is not over, why is he a monk?" Lin Qian couldn't help but wonder, he felt that this lonely tear was more suitable to be a flower thief. After dating for a long time, I finally asked.

"Hey...... The poor monk was still a prodigal son before he was twenty years old, showing mercy everywhere, and meeting many stunners, all of whom were deeply affectionate. Lonely Tears said that he became a monk in his twenties, "There are too many, embarrassing choices, and I don't want to live up to any of them, so I can only become a monk." None of them married, but they all married. ”

To be honest, Lin Qian has heard a lot of reasons for seeing through the red dust, but none of them are so fresh and refined as him......

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When he first saw this monk outside Xiyan Temple that night, Huang He was full of doubts when he went, and after returning to the camp, he reviewed his sins, and did not forget to mention this master who could not have left a name in the Jingning area: "The monk said that his Dharma name was 'Lonely Tears', and he looked ...... When you are young, you must be romantic. ”

"That monk, but with a pen, a judge's pen?" Ling Dajie couldn't help but be overjoyed.

"He never used his own weapon, but it seems that the moves he reported were all calligraphy. Huang He went to recall.

"It's him......" Yue Li groaned, his expression was different, "he didn't deliberately hide his name, but it was precisely a kind of meaning of staying away and not returning." ”

Yue Li didn't say anything more.

Thirty years ago, the Longshan rivers and lakes were Yuansheng seeking war, and Yuansheng was also the one who selected the best for the Jin Army.

"The last battle of the princess before her death also happened near this Jingning...... "The loss of the princess twenty-five years ago, and the recovery of the princess twenty-five years later, are all in Jingning, and Xiyan Temple is also in Jingning.

"The last generals of our army who saw the princess should be Shao Hongyuan, Tu Chanyong, Ling Dajie......" omitted names, naturally there are a lot.

In the Battle of Longnan, 100,000 enemies were injured and 80,000 were self-inflicted, and Yan Yonglian, who lost his mind and killed countless people indiscriminately, was almost removed from the royal family...... There is no shortage of masters, there are people like Tu Chan Yong who never fought well, and there are also those who hung up their swords and sealed the officials and left him at that time.

"After saving Lin Qian, there is nothing to look forward to. Yue Li raised his head, saw that Ling Dajie was still happy, and reminded him.

"He may not know that the prince ......is here," Ling Dajie wanted to say more, but because Yue Li's face was pale, he stopped and looked back at Huang He, "I'm tired of General Huang, let's rest for a few days." ”

"Yes. Over the years, Huang He's career has had several ups and downs, he was squeezed by the little prince, despised by the eldest prince, and finally accepted by the second prince, but the ups and downs have been drowned in the tide of defeat of the Longshan Jin army, and his fate has not improved, and it is completely tied to every battle against Lin Qian.

Finally, this Jingning Qinzhou battle, he waited until the hope came out. Speaking of which, I have to thank Lin Qian, Lin Qian completely helped him sweep away all his colleagues in the top ten and twelve Yuan Gods, the Master Hall, and the Yuwang Mansion in the north and south, either by taking his life or by winning wildly. If it weren't for the monk's intervention in this battle, Huang He might have become the one Wanyan Yonglian relied on the most.

It's a pity that it fell short.

Fortunately, the future is long.

He Huang He wants to get ahead, and the point that is stricter than anyone else is precisely that: under Lin Qian's hands, there are many fierce opponents of the Jin Army, all of whom are his Huang He's biological sons, Wu Yue, Shi Pan, Mo Fei, and even Hong Hanshu, who he only learned about later......

"Collaborating with the enemy and treason, treachery, abandoning one's family and children, how can you be a father?

Huang He smiled bitterly, young people don't know current affairs, what can I do.

Even though Han Yanxuan is launching the Northern Expedition of the whole country, even if Lin Qian has shown the momentum of catching up with Yan Yonglian, Huang Hego still believes that the destiny of heaven belongs to gold, only those who follow the current will live, and those who go against the trend will die.

If it is said that his dislike of his wife Wu Zhen has always disliked Wu Yue, then his longing for his first love Wu Zhen makes him feel a little pity for Shi Pan, however, Li Suyun's short-term love makes it difficult for him to sense Hong Hanshu's existence, but his love for Ling You, the love of his life, makes him reluctant to admit that he is the son......