Huo Ping did not intend to gamble with this seventy-year-old man, but he also did not intend to let Geng Zhong go, seeing that General Chang blocked his horse's head with his tall body, he had no intention of backing down, so he simply planned to turn the horse's head to avoid this stubborn old man.

Unexpectedly, Chang Poyu saw through his attempt and grabbed the reins on Huo Ping's horse's head.

The young and vigorous Huo Ping could no longer suppress the anger in his heart, and lifted his board axe,

"General Chang, I respect you for being an old man, so I have repeatedly endured it, why do you have to work hard, this official is on duty to defend the forbidden city, and all the misdeeds in the imperial city are responsible for eradication!"

The old general was even more domineering, a big hand tightly grasped the reins of the horse, and the green tendons on his arms burst out, and he couldn't even lift his head to the tall military horse.

"You shouldn't be an old man, but the generals of my five armies in Great Xia are all my subordinates, and you take people in front of me for no reason, how can I not care?"

"You're looking for death!" Huo Ping squeezed out these three words from between his teeth, and the plate axe was about to slash towards the arm of General Chang Lao.

When there was a crisp sound, Huo Ping's wrist carrying the axe was shocked and numb, and the big axe almost came out of his hand. A young man in Tsing Yi stood in front of Chang Poyu, but what was puzzling was that the young man who looked like a scholar had empty hands, and no one could see how Huo Ping's big axe was shaken away.

"This official, I think everyone is an official master, and here is the foot of the Son of Heaven, why should everyone hurt the peace. The scholar's words were gentle and gentle, but with a powerful aura, he even crushed Huo Ping's official authority.

"Who are you! Since you know that this is at the feet of the Son of Heaven, do you have to rebel together? Brothers, take it for me!"

Huo Ping shouted, but he unconsciously wanted to retreat, after all, he was not a fool, and he wanted to find out what means the enemy had used first. However, General Chang's big hand clenched tighter, and his mount shook its head in pain to break free, but was trapped by the reins.

The other patrol soldiers gathered around with courage, each drew his machete, and the machete that rushed to the front carried the wind and slashed at the seemingly weak scholar.

The scholar's tall figure was motionless, I don't know if he was scared stupid. The two eyes looked around at the other blades that had been killed, until the tip of the closest knife was about to stick to his body, his wrist turned, and there was a loud bang, but this time the machete was not as lucky as Huo Ping's big axe, and the waist was cut off stiffly, and the broken half of the blade was as neat as a mirror, and the broken half of the blade popped, and it sank into the ground half an inch, shook a few times, and fell at the feet of the scholar.

"Catch the thief, catch the thief!" Huo Ping still didn't see what the young man was doing, so he had to plan to rely on the strength of the crowd, shouting at his subordinates to continue to surround the young man, and at the same time wanted to gather more patrol teams.

"Bastard, stop!" There was another loud roar outside the crowd, covering Huo Ping's shout, Huo Ping heard the voice of the person, and couldn't help but feel weak for a while, so he stopped the voice.

The person who dared to scold Huo Ping was the commander of the forbidden army, his uncle, Uncle Horn.

"You bastard, you dare to be disrespectful to General Chang!" Horn, who was fifty miles away, had a white face, not like a martial arts practitioner, and he was not wearing armor.

It turned out to be a clever subordinate of Huo Ping, who saw Huo Ping and Chang Po having a dispute, and was afraid that the situation would get out of control, so he specially went to inform Horn. It just so happened that Horn's mansion was not far from here, and when he hurried all the way over, he saw that Huo Ping had already made a move on Chang Poyu, and scolded angrily.

Although Huo Ping was reckless, he was in awe of Horn in public and private, and was scolded by Horn in front of his subordinates, but he could only obediently obey his orders.

After Horn scolded Huo Ping, he drank back the surrounding patrol soldiers, turned to Chang Poyu and gave a deep salute, and said respectfully, "General Chang, it's all my Horn's fault, there is no way to teach, so that this rabbit cub dares to make a mistake in front of the general." Don't be surprised, generals. I'll let Huo Ping hand over your people. ”

Huo Ping also wanted to explain, but he was scolded by Horn again, so he had to unwillingly hand over Geng Zhong. After Geng Zhong loosened his ties, regardless of the pain on his body, he limped to Chang Poyu's side.

General Chang's face was pale, and he didn't speak, but just hugged his fist at Horn, even if he had said hello, he didn't care about Geng Zhong's injuries, and shouted in a low voice, "Go!"

The crossbow arrow on Geng Zhong's leg was still in the flesh, and the arrow wound on his back was still bleeding, and he couldn't move his legs at all.

Back in the Defense Department of the Fifth Army, Chang Poyu hugged his fist at the little scholar, "Thank you little hero for standing up for me, I didn't expect to be almost bullied by those roosters and dog thieves in this imperial city." In order to avoid trouble, didn't you ask the little hero for advice in person just now?"

Chang Poyu refers to the name of the scholar, the old general is thick and fine, in order to avoid the trouble of the patrol battalion looking for a scholar in the future, he did not ask in front of everyone.

The scholar carefully handed Geng Zhong over to the errand officer who took over on the side, dusted off the dust on his body, straightened his sleeves, and then solemnly bowed to the old man in front of him, "The younger Li Chongguang, who has long admired the prestige of the old general, is fortunate to meet today, and I feel very honored." ”

"Li Chongguang?" General Chang stroked his beard and looked down to recall, as if he couldn't turn over such a name in his memory.

Li Chongguang was astute, saw Chang Poyu's thoughts, and saluted again, "The younger generation is not talented, when he first arrived in the capital, his ancestor was Li Mubai, the sword saint of South Vietnam." ”

"Li Mubai!" Chang Poyu couldn't help blurting out and repeating it, this name is still in everyone's legends. According to legend, the sword saint Li Mubai realized the sword and enlightenment in his life, and finally the flying sword was born, and he was revered as the sword saint by the people of the martial arts.

Although Chang Polu was born in the military and was not obsessed with those martial arts rumors, this Nanyue Sword Saint was too famous, and naturally he was also thunderous.

"No wonder. Chang Polu looked at Li Chongguang's hands again, his skin was white and tender, and he couldn't see the appearance of practicing martial arts all year round. Looking at the physiognomy again, the face is white and clean, the facial features are exquisite, and there is even a hint of the enchanting feeling of a weak scholar in Jiangnan.

Although he was curious about how Li Chongguang could cut off the blade with his bare hands, Chang Poyu still had more urgent things to do, so he said a few words of greeting, and asked his subordinates to arrange to entertain this descendant of the Sword Saint, and leave Geng Zhong alone for questioning.

Geng Zhong had already picked up the crossbow arrows in his body by the military doctor, bandaged his wounds, and recovered a little.

Looking at Geng Zhong's thin physique and dusty body, the old general sighed, "Shule is far away in the enclave outside the northern territory, presumably you have suffered a lot along the way......"

Geng Zhong just wanted to be grateful, but he was reprimanded by Chang Poyu, "However, let me ask you, I'm a Great Xia Predator, blood spilled on mountains and rivers, horse leather shroud, when did I teach you to cry in front of the enemy!"

It turned out that Chang Poyu was still worried about Geng Zhong crying in front of everyone.

Geng Zhong understood that Chang Po had been fighting horses all his life, and he couldn't see the weakness of his subordinates, so he had to explain, "Geng Zhong is not sad for himself, but thinks of the captain of Tangshan in Shule City, as well as the thirteen brothers who are desperately defending, and I can't fight side by side with them, and just now I was worried that I wouldn't even be able to deliver the news, so I betrayed the trust of my brothers and the entrustment of the captain of Tangshan, and I ...... in a hurry."

"Good. Chang Polu's face eased a lot, he believed that what Geng Zhong said was true, and listened to Geng Zhong give a detailed introduction to the experience of Shule's encounter with the attack of the demon beast sandworm.

"In this way," Chang Poyu said to himself after listening to Geng Zhong's introduction, "Before the spies reported that the rangers broke 3,000 and broke 30,000, and defeated the iron harrier of Xiqiang, I still don't believe it, and later it was rumored that the iron harrier was defeated by the demon art of the ranger. From this point of view, there is probably something strange in Northern Xinjiang, and there will be strange things. ”

Seeing Geng Zhong's anxious expression in a blink of an eye, he kindly comforted him, "That kid in Tangshan, I know, he has more ideas than me, I will immediately go to the emperor and mobilize troops and horses to help Shule." ”

Huo Ping followed Horn back to Huo's mansion in a gloomy manner, and was scolded by Horn again, Huo Ping was not angry, "I don't understand, uncle, don't you also hate the five armies on weekdays, and don't even pay attention to the imperial court?

"Idiot!" Horn was even more annoyed by Huo Ping's question, "It is precisely because you have to deal with the Fifth Army, so you can't easily startle the snake, don't you know what Chang Po's identity is? If you can't slap to death and anger the Fifth Army, can you be a little car riding captain?"

"Besides, don't you see the demon's methods? If you do it on the street, can you guarantee that the demon will be cured with the few shrimp soldiers and crab generals under your command?"

The demon in Horn's mouth naturally refers to Li Chongguang.

Huo Ping recalled the scene at that time and scratched his head, "That kid is indeed different, obviously seeing that his hands are empty, but for some reason he can fight with our weapons, and even cut off Li Si's machete." I was going to have my men shoot him with a crossbow. I was just stopped by you, uncle......"

"You blame me?!Think about it with your pig brain, your neck is harder than that machete?" Horn also gestured with the palm of his hand to the machete, and slashed twice at the thick neck under Huo Ping's huge head, Huo Ping hurriedly covered his neck with his hand, and really felt a chill coming from his neck.

"In short, the time is not coming, you don't easily provoke the people of the Defense Division of the Fifth Army. ”

......

Chang Po is dressed neatly, and he is ready to enter the palace to face the saint and ask for a military talisman. The five armies of Great Xia were powerful, but without the talisman in the emperor's hand, even a general like Chang Polu could not easily mobilize a single soldier. Now that the situation is urgent, the general is ready to personally enter the court to ask for a charm.

When he went out, he also specially explained to his subordinates, and entertained Li Chongguang, who helped him, and thanked him in person when he came back after he was busy with his official business. How do you know that his subordinates replied, just now Li Chongguang said that he saw that the general was busy with military affairs, and he also had important things to do, so he left first, saying that he was destined to meet the general again.

"Fate?" Chang Poyu couldn't help but sneer, he believed in force, and disgusted that men were not masculine enough or liked to fiddle with dance and ink.

However, the old general didn't hate Li Chongguang, after all, he still owed this white-faced scholar a favor.

Li Chongguang, who left the Defense Department of the Fifth Army, did not lie, he did come to the capital to shoulder a heavy responsibility.

Among the descendants of the Sword Saint, only he, Li Chongguang, inherited the talent of the ancestors, and was even more spiritual. At the age of ten, he realized that the sword qi was invisible, and now that he is twenty years old, he has achieved the unity of man and sword. The sword body has been hidden in the bones and blood, and the sword blade has turned into sword qi and is invisible.

Back then, Li Mubai exhausted what he had learned all his life and comprehended the unparalleled sword qi. When Edgeworth finally traveled west, none of his disciples could inherit his mantle, but only passed down his mantra from generation to generation.

Fortunately, Li Chongguang, such a talented descendant, when he first read and hyphenated, he liked to silently ponder those obscure mental formulas, and now, he went north to the capital from the land of Nanyue, only for the only person in the world who made him admire the entrustment left to him.

Li Chongguang couldn't help but press the hidden pocket on his chest with his hand, which contained a piece of realm spirit wood left to him by the person who entrusted him.