Liu Tugou and Yang Xiongji chased the footprints of the winter retreating northward all the way, and were chased by the warm breath of spring.

The route chosen by the two of them far bypassed the bustling boundary of central Youzhou, and there were not many people along the way, and everywhere they saw were fields that had just thawed and there was still a little snow left.

Different from the "Sword Forest" sandwiched at the junction of Bai Rong Heidi's three families, Youzhou, where soldiers gather, is a border military state in the traditional sense, and it is not suitable for the growth of ordinary Jianghu sects.

After all, the border army and the county army themselves do the work of occupying the mountain as the king, smuggling and selling salt, and at most they can support a few obedient gangs, where can outsiders get a piece of the pie?

After that fight without surprise or danger, no one came to disturb it for a long time, but both of them knew in their hearts that since they had left a living mouth, it would definitely happen, but it was just a difference between earlier and later.

Despite this, the two guys have never regretted their momentary willfulness, although their own little lives cannot be squandered, and the anger in their chests is even more unbearable deception, life must not be arbitrary, and it is better to live a depressed life than to die immediately.

This tacit understanding makes the two guys feel much more pleasing to the eye when they look at each other.

Finally, in a twilight with thin clouds and white light, Liu Tugou saw Shuofang City.

The empty grassland was just showing a hint of greenery, and a small river meandered in the distance, the water was bright, like a soft sword with a great arc.

The strict and towering stone town in front of him was not built by the water, but stood on a hill high above the four fields.

The city wall obliquely to the south is up and down five hundred zhang, and there are many arrow towers at the head of the city, and the cyan city building stone looks a little dark in the light that is not bright, revealing the breath of solemnity.

This is Shuo Fang, the sharp knife wedged into the deepest part of the northern grassland by the Zhou people, the handsome tent of General Shuo Fang, and the place where heroes come into play.

Liu Tugou chuckled: "Go, go to the army!"

The two of them urged their mounts to gallop towards the small blue town, the cold breeze of dusk blowing on their faces, but they felt only refreshed in their chests.

As the city gate approached, you could already see banners, guns, and torches blazing at the head of the city, but casting a shadow under the wall.

The gates were almost closed, leaving only a gap for a ride.

Liu Tugou's face suddenly became solemn, he had already seen that there was a burly white-haired old man standing in front of the city gate, his white hair was meticulously groomed, combed into a simple round bun, and he was wearing the most ordinary half-body iron armor in the Great Zhou Army.

He stood up straight, giving the impression of standing on the ground, holding a bowl in his hands in front of his chest, and a steel knife stuck in the ground under his feet.

Ah Wei slowed down very spiritually, and his face showed a look of jealousy.

The snowhoof green mantis beast that was so close to the Terran city for the first time didn't care about moving forward, and was pulled by the iron horns on its head by Yang Xiong's halberd, which was extremely quick to see the opportunity, and stopped reluctantly.

Seeing this, the old man smiled and said, "The little cubs only think that this bull demon is a strange commodity to live in, but they don't know that the real dragon foal can never look at the whole body. ”

The second master grinned and said, "Zhang Baotai?"

Such a person, here and now, Liu Tugou can think of only a handful of people, and he can only be the master of the banner who has just formed a beam.

The old man smiled: "It's the old decay, and it's hard to see the old man, and it's hard to disobey the old man." ”

When killing the second deacon of the outer gate of the Great Banner Gate, the second master revealed the cultivation of the sword qi transformation, and the proper master of the Inspiration Realm left a living mouth very arrogantly, if the Great Banner Gate wants to find the field, in addition to relying on the strength of the crowd to surround and kill, it can only be personally shot by the master of the same sect.

Yang Xiongji also reacted, stared at him and said: "I said that there was no movement along the way, and the feelings are waiting for the rabbit here, what's the matter, it's wine and knives, the old guy is going to salute first and then soldier?"

Zhang Baotai laughed, he raised the wine bowl in his hand, stared at Liu Tugou's eyes and said, "This bowl of wind wine, please also respect your face." ”

The white-haired veteran ruffian said very politely, but the movements in his hands were not the same thing at all, and before the words fell, he had already stomped on the ground with one foot, and the whole person maintained the posture of holding the bowl upward, and the breath around his body was thick and heavy, but the body of the gang coat was contained but not revealed, and he crashed straight into Liu Tugou.

It is a popular through-arm boxing method in the Great Zhou Army, and the overlord is the king!

This punch was unexpectedly secondary, the key is to use it skillfully but without a trace of pyrotechnics, Yang Xiongji may not be able to see the way, Liu Tugou can see it very clearly, the sword light and sword qi on the bowl are not visible, but it contains an extremely pure and condensed divine will, and the power must not be underestimated.

On that day, Lu Jue Wai destroyed the mountains and rifts with only the sword intent, although Zhang Baotai's punch was still 108,000 miles away, but there was already a trace of rudiment, and the advanced realm of the older generation of grandmasters who had been tempered by years was fully revealed.

Liu Tugou laughed, his legs clamped the horse's belly, and Ah Wei immediately stepped forward and lowered his head, exposing Liu Tugou to Zhang Baotai's eyes.

His hand is a claw, but it is not a sick tiger that is accustomed to hard claws, the palm of the hand is clenched at a very fast speed and then released, and a blood-red begonia flower blooms in the palm of the palm.

The delicate petals are full of toughness, and they hold the heavy wine bowl steadily.

Although because of the domineering and pure heart knife, it is no longer possible to cultivate the method of planting the heart root in "Yimu Jue", but it is not difficult to touch the bypass and weave a blood begonia with the visualization of the sword qi. The half of the blood flowers that sank into Liu Tugou's inspiration lake were also really extraordinary, and a trace of charm was so powerful when imagined.

Zhang Baotai shouted hello, suddenly let go of his hands and retreated, and said with a smile after falling to the ground: "What a handsome kung fu! You can drink this bowl of wine." ”

Liu Tugou turned over and dismounted after catching the wine bowl, and chuckled: "It's not as light as the master of Zhangmen, you can place your divine will at will, in the words of the commentary, it is a profound realm that can hurt people by picking flowers and flying leaves." ”

The years have tempered Zhang Baotai's skills and left a deep mark on his face.

He showed a stunned expression on his old face, almost thinking that Liu Tugou was maliciously ridiculing, how could the grandmaster master talk about it with a joke from a story?

But when he saw Liu Tugou's clear eyes, he immediately dispelled this thought, and sighed: "More than 20 years ago, the old man met a Taoist with a child at the foot of Yin Mountain, he said that the old man has no hope in this life, if he wants to go further, he can only find another way, or he can work the words 'listen to thunder in a silent place'. ”

Liu Tugou smiled and said with rare modesty: "Compared to Zhang Men's idea of being angry, Liu Tugou has already lost a lot, not in the realm, but in the idea." ”

He picked up the wine bowl in his hand and drank it all, only to feel extremely sweet,

Zhang Baotai arched his hand with a smile and said: "Since you have taken over the wine from Daqimen, everyone is a friend." The previous grievances, can it be written off?"

The second master smiled freely, although this old man is still full of green forest spirit at a great age, playing some tricks that are either friends or enemies, he is still willing to be reasonable after all, even if it is about the crooked reasoning that depends on whose fist is bigger.

He couldn't help but ask: "How can there be so many people in this world who are happy with a smile and enmity, if the reconciliation fails, and the fist is not as hard as the other party, how will the banner of the master of the Zhang Sect deal with it?"

Zhang Baotai, who is old and still stands upright, laughed: "Since the founding of the school two hundred years ago, Daqimen has been able to firmly take root in Youzhou, a place where bones are soaked in blood, and it has never relied on harmony. Although the old decay is already a dry bone in the mound, he also knows the word "rivers and lakes", which has always been the old mud and the new grass, and it is not up to anyone. ”

He said with a straight face: "The big banner man is born and dies, when he is alive, he is alive, and when he is dead, he is dead!"