Tang Liang subconsciously touched the saber on his waist, but then several glances from all over the place made his climbing sword stagnate, and one of the pressures that made him want to escape the most quickly was actually from the woman with the double sword who had never opened her eyes since she appeared.

Her momentum was not stronger than the other two, but the strange thing was that Tang Liang had a sense of fear of natural enemies when mice met eagles and falcons. This is a terrifying vision that cannot be felt in Qin Da Keqing and the tall man.

The tall man finally realized that the cause was his reckless words that abruptly abrupt the man surnamed Tang who regarded Liu Longchi as a sage of the sword path, so he added: "Liu Longchi is really dead! It is the news conveyed by his son Liu Chongming, it is not some secret that cannot be known, you can ask him in person if you have a chance in the future!"

After learning the truth, Tang Liang fell into an embarrassing situation, laughed a few times, and apologized: "Contemptible words are vulgar, how offended, please Haihan!"

The tall man pulled the corners of his mouth, which was regarded as a smile, but he still cherished the words like gold: "It's okay!"

The two were silent except for the clatter of horses' hooves on the masonry of the street......

After a while, Tang Liang, who was hot-hearted, finally couldn't bear it anymore and tried to get close again. The two rode together, and Tang Liang suddenly said loudly: "Contemptible Tang Liang, the teacher of 'Changhong Yiqi' Lan Yuqi respects the teacher, and the name of the sect is Qianshamen." Have you ever received a name from your brother?"

The tall man nodded and replied seriously: "There is no sect and no faction, family education inheritance, Beijing Nineteen!"

Tang Liang was nothing, there was a team of black-armored guards who followed behind the carriage, thirty black-armored guards who were accustomed to the scene of blood flowing on the battlefield, everyone gasped, and then burst out into an exclamation: "Gun God!"

Since the Golden Wind Empire fought a war with the northern nomadic barbarian Binglan Kingdom, although friction with surrounding countries is still inevitable, there has been no large-scale war of more than 10,000 people.

Of course, several major enemy countries opposed to the Golden Wind Empire, there are also a large number of martial artists who enlist in the army, or they are good at seducing, or suppressed by the sect, in short, there is no situation where the border army of the Golden Wind Empire is dominant.

In such small battles, the individual combat power of the warriors played a full role, often having a decisive impact on the reversal of the tide of battle. As a result, the status of the warriors in the army has become more and more prominent, and the role of some of them is the existence of the enemy army and the peace of mind of their own army.

All the powerful characters of the enemy army are all detained with the title of devil, and if they have no enemies, they will be crowned with the titles of immortals, saints, and gods, among which the "gun god" Jing 19 is undoubtedly one of the most resounding names.

Tang Liang lives in the mansion of Zhuo Mingzhe, the god of land and wealth, and he is still blinded to the affairs of the rivers and lakes, and the news is often delayed for a year and a half, and the news of the military camp is difficult for even ordinary officials to contact, and Tang Liang can't touch it.

As the black-armored personal guard beside Shenhua Hou, he is a noble status that everyone envies in the army, and the gossip that is not too secret from all parts of the empire can still be used as a pastime. According to the news circulating among the military camps, this 10,000-strong enemy gun god who was like a fake was first emerging in the "Night Sun Army" of the Northwest Lion Corps, which was quite intensive and frequent.

The martial arts of this spear god are closer to the soldier's imagination of the invincibility of force, without the sword qi and sword gang, he can easily kill several or even more than a dozen enemies in one blow, as easy as a knife cutting wheat, but it is actually a terrifying scene. The spear god is strict and rigorous, killing people purely with strength and marksmanship, and the power of superb gunnery combined with the eruption of tendon flesh should not be underestimated. At the time of the war, many famous characters shouted on the battlefield, even if Jing Shijiu was scolded as a reckless man who did not practice his strength, he rarely refuted, only when he was really scolded miserably, he would sacrifice the killer sentence that shocked the four wilds: "Is the bird under you as thick as the gun in Lao Tzu's hand? No, then get out!"

At this time, whether it is friend or foe, the soldiers will inevitably look at the person who spoke, and then find that this person is as tall as a mountain, with tendons like iron lumps, and there is no trace of fat and fat, and then downward, you will find an abnormal bulge in one place

Fat is by no means a height that ordinary men can reach.

Whether it is friend or foe, they all gasped, and then burst out with envy, jealousy, and resentment, and all kinds of emotions intertwined with the earth-shattering sound and exclaimed: "Gun God!"

Tang Liang naturally hadn't heard of this unbelievable anecdote, and naturally he didn't know the true meaning behind it, he only felt that the title of "Gun God" was really powerful and domineering, coupled with the exclamations of all the black-armored guards, Tang Liang had already recognized the great status of a marksman in his heart.

In line with the ancient ways of the people in the rivers and lakes, and the admiration for the famous martial arts, I really want to make a friend. It's just that Tang Liang hasn't continued to talk, and several black-armored guards have already stepped forward and unceremoniously squeezed out his position beside Jing Jiu. This made Tang Liang a little indignant, after all, no matter how bad he was, it was also compared to Qin Yunjian and Liu Longchi, who had reached the pinnacle of the first martial arts realm, against this group of black-armored cavalry, let alone catching and fighting, even if the team of thirty people doubled, it was still not enough for him to kill.

Several black-armored knights glanced at someone's crotch one after another, and found that it was indeed as powerful as the legend, and they looked at each other and laughed dryly.

Putting aside this singularity, one of the black-armored guards said the question in his heart: "Isn't General Jing the battering hammer of the Northwest Yeyang Army? How can he be by our Hou Ye's side?" The brothers have also guessed the identity of General Jing before, and they all think that it is similar to Liu Da Keqing's identity in the rivers and lakes, but they didn't expect it to be a great figure in the former Lion Corps. "The general's words are naturally honorifics, Jing 19 is certainly among the best in the Yeyang Army's martial arts, and the accumulation of military exploits is also very terrifying, but it is a pity that no matter how invincible the warrior is, if there are no generals and generals, after the military rank reaches the commander of a thousand commanders, it is just to exchange the enemy's head for silver.

Jing Jiu naturally couldn't tell them the inside reason why he switched to the Shenhua Hou Mansion, so he casually said: "I heard that you southern women are very watery, I didn't hold back after hearing it, so I came!"

A few people smiled knowingly, and the atmosphere suddenly became a lot warmer. Although Jing 19 is silent, his temperament is not wooden and unkind, but he has been in the army for a long time, and his speech is direct and rude, and he talks more and more with the black-armored guards who are also from the army.

Tang Liang saw it in his eyes, he was very short of breath, but he was helpless. You can't be cheeky enough to come to the front and accompany you, hahaha, right? It's too cheap! As for that Qin Yun and Qin Da Keqing, Tang Liang is self-aware, but he is a Confucian general and a scribe, a genuine reader, and he has been crawling around in the sect and the rivers and lakes since he was a child, and he doesn't know a few big characters, can he still talk to this master about a flower?

The mighty autumn procession drove out of the east city gate, and the people along the way inside and outside the city stopped to pay respects, and the onlookers and soldiers who maintained order were surging on both sides of the avenue like a tide, and the dense crowds were crowded scenes.

Because Shenhua Hou Feng Xuan was wearing a blue flower dress embroidered with python and gold thread, and Chu Xiaoting, who was pregnant and even more graceful and wealthy, the identities of the three people in the car were self-evident, and the thin veil hanging down around the horse incense car could not cover the complex eyes that contained many emotions of reverence, fear, and curiosity in the car around him.

Feng Xuan sat precariously and was not angry, his wife Chu Xiaoting was quiet and dignified, only the little marquis Feng Xingyu kept looking at each other in the car, and felt very funny.

After the procession left the Golden Snow City, small fields began to appear along the way, and there were often topless farmers working in the fields or resting on the ridges. However, only post stations and post houses are allowed to be built near the official road, so village houses are often deviated from the boundaries of the official road, which is more rare than small farmland.

Halfway through the journey, the whole long procession of large numbers had entered a mangrove, and the birds and beasts on both sides of the official road were disturbed by the noisy sound of horses' hooves, and avoided them far away, which made several nearby teams of hunters in their own groups very distressed. Instead of continuing to hide their whereabouts or go deep into the forest to continue the pursuit of their prey, the nearby hunters followed the customary rules and stood in a conspicuous and open place when the procession passed, and raised their bows and spears above their heads, not daring to make unnecessary movements.

The black-armored knights looked cold

Coldly swept over each of the hunters, and looked at the hairs in their hearts, and in the end, fortunately they were safe with each other, and the autumn tour team continued to move forward.

There were no daring assassins along the way, and the rogue horse thieves in the three states of Yanlong had already killed the Yanlong army scouts on safari patrols, and even sometimes the passing Jianghu knights would be played by the extremely boring scout team, as long as they didn't cause any deaths, their commanders would turn a blind eye.

Tang Liang didn't dare to take it lightly since he entered the forest, and the well-behaved guard beside the head of the family, Zhuo Mingzhe, put one hand on the saber on his waist, his thumb gently pulled the hilt, and a small silky breath continued to flow down his fingertips to the blade. This style is not unique to the master, that seemingly inconspicuous breath, the blade can be pushed out of the scabbard at a critical time, so as to increase the speed of drawing the knife out of the sheath, to know that the critical moment of life, the difference between life and death is often the difference between life and death. Tang Liang gave this formula a name, called "uninvited".

The spear god Jing XIX was not so particular, his spear was wrapped in cloth and hung casually on the waist of the horse, and if you wanted to take it off, you had to untie the ropes on both sides of the saddle. However, his majestic body, whether he is a martial artist or not, will not underestimate him.

The incense car where Shenhuahou was located drove more than ten miles on Lin Mang's official road, and began to deviate into a slightly narrow road, which can be seen to be repaired from time to time, but compared with the flatness of the official road, there are still stones and potholes on the road, the reason is, of course, that the silver money allocated from above is not in place. Many local officials were discouraged and secretly cursed the officials in charge of the repair of the road, but chose to forget that they had also participated in the profit-sharing.

After half an hour, the magnitude of the carriage's climb began to become obvious, until it was difficult for the carriage and horses to travel, and the three members of the Shenhuahou family took the lead in getting off the car and walking. Chu Chaoyun, the married mother-in-law who practiced destroying gold and jade, appeared in an obvious position under the carriage before the young lady got off the car, and helped Chu Xiaoting down with the Hou Ye, and helped her to walk up the mountain.

As a former assassin, Chen Caiyi's hidden identity is now a dark fox girl, and God knows what means Chen Xuanjiang used to make her loyal to the Hou Mansion who killed her husband. She still closed her eyes, her expression as indifferent as a sculpture, and followed behind Hou Zifeng Xingyu.

No matter how early the little Xingyu is, he is also a child in his early four years, and suddenly puts him in a new world, the little guy is happy to jump around, and after getting out of the car, he picks wild flowers and pulls grass leaves along the way, flutters butterflies and chases dragonflies, everything is fresh and interesting.

The little guy saw something interesting on the road again, it was a half-person high stone stele, simple and old, with three big characters engraved on it, and there was no carving in addition. The font on the stele is similar to today's characters, but it is slightly different, Xiao Xingyu squatted on the ground and copied it with his fingers. There are maidservants holding umbrellas to block the sun.

The boy in red copied the stele with his fingers, and the green and beautiful woman held an umbrella on the roadside.

It's a picturesque scene. Many officials who were born as scribes have already made drafts of poems in their wombs, although they can't offer poems and lyrics in front of the Hou Ye, but once the famous poems are circulated afterwards, they themselves become famous by this, not to mention, they have the good intentions to offer good intentions to the Hou Ye and the Hou Zi.

There is a Buddhist temple in Fubo Mountain, the scale is large, it is built from the halfway up the mountainside to the top of the mountain, and it is called Fuling Temple.

The restrictions on religious sects and their ilk in Jinfeng are relatively relaxed, and foreign missionaries such as Buddhism can also have a foothold.

Fuling Temple is close to the temple gate, there is a release pond, a stone arch bridge crosses from the center of the pool, the bridge pier that is connected to the platform under the bridge is just submerged in the pond water a few inches, and the pond water is divided into two parts: Xuanqing Pond and Cailian Pond. The water of the pond is led down all the way from the spiritual spring on the mountain, introduced by the Xuanqing Pond on the left, because the gap under the arch bridge is blocked by the pier, the stone pier platform where the two pools are connected to the naked eye seems to be only a few inches deep, and occasionally there are small swimming fish passing through in groups, and the scales are all visible.

Everyone approached the release pond, only to hear the sound of running water, Xiao Xingyu couldn't hold back the most, looking for the sound, it turned out that the two ponds were full of water and continued to overflow from a gap in the Cailian Pond. Beyond the gap is actually suspended in the air for more than ten zhang, shaped like a waterfall and flying spring, and a small pool of water and a winding stream are impacted at the bottom. There is no autumn in the surrounding vegetation, and it is all green as new.

Xiao Xingyu stopped to watch for a while, and then reluctantly returned to his parents.

(End of chapter)

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