CHAPTER XXII

Every boy has a chivalrous dream, and they all dream of one day, martial arts success, God blocks and kills gods, demons block and kill demons, and kill all directions, Li Jinglan is also like this, maybe the moment he picks up the knife, he knows that this dream is not easy to realize, so he is not in a hurry, but he doesn't know that in fact, both Yi Qiu and Tong Banchuan feel that he is already very anxious, not sparing his body, not hesitating to be injured, not hesitating to let his mother want to come over to see him every day, and he is afraid of seeing him covered in injuries.

He didn't want any news to come from the north, a finger Xuan was almost complete, a sword immortal in the Celestial Realm, how big a wave would it set off in Cangguo? The waves would be very big, so no news was better than news.

He was very anxious, although he knew very well that it was useless to be anxious, but he couldn't control his urgency, so today he was easily knocked down three times by Tong Banchuan.

Although Tong Banchuan didn't know what was going on, with his perception of the disordered qi in Li Jinglan's body, he knew that his heart was in turmoil, so he walked up to Li Jinglan, who was lying in the dust with a hint of red at the corner of his mouth, pointed to his nose and said, "Li Yundao was famous for his life, so he gave birth to such a straw bag as you?"

"Although I don't know what happened, Li Yundao died in the north at the top of the sky, isn't it his fate to die in the general's battle? Although I disdain that fat man's methods of doing things, whether it is Yehuling or Huainan to quell the rebellion, until today, I have to give a thumbs up to the earth-shattering situation planned by myself in Cangjing; when Lao Tzu dies well, then it is understandable to be a son who wants to do something, but what he wants to do is one thing, and what can be done is another. Bah, one knife can break fifty armor, and it can be used for a fart, could it be that your mother collects the body of the fat man in front, and then sends the white-haired person to the black-haired person in the back?"

Li Jinglan suddenly burst out, a handful of sand in his left hand to Tong Banchuan's face door, the left hand long knife turned upside down but went straight to Tong Banchuan's crotch, the end was tricky and ruthless, Tong Banchuan was not panicked, showing a very difficult iron plate bridge, avoiding the face door, and then the toes slipped out of the toe for more than a zhang, and did not stop, the right foot twisted and the left foot kicked out in the air, Li Jinglan did not get up, rolled on the spot, changed to sharpen, swept Tong Banchuan's right knee, Tong Banchuan shouted, jumped up in the air and smashed down, Li Jinglan suddenly threw the knife away from the knife and went straight to Tong Banchuan's door, Tong Banchuan turned his head to dodge, turned his fist into an elbow, and smashed his head down, but saw Li Jinglan's left leg bent, his right foot kicked the ground, and his arm was opened, a punch out of the way, it turned out to be a hard hit.

Between the electric light and flint, although Tong Banchuan hesitated for a moment, he subconsciously thought that Li Jinglan suddenly heard the bad news, and was stimulated by himself again, a little crazy, and reduced a point of strength under his elbows, when his fists and elbows intersected, he suddenly saw Li Jinglan's phoenix eyes narrowed, the corners of his mouth showed a strange smile, and suddenly there was an alarm, and his waist and abdomen twisted and moved half a foot in the air, only to see Li Jinglan whispering between his lips: It's late!

The long knife thrown earlier hit Tong Banchuan from behind with the momentum of wind and thunder, and if it wasn't for Tong Banchuan's experienced and experienced way to move sideways in advance, it went straight into the back of the heart, and it was like this, and it also drew a bloody light on his left arm.

"Tong Banchuan, your father just died, even if your father died, the fat man would not die, I wiped your uncle's, if I don't cut you, you still think that there is no one in the old Li family. Li Jinglan used this knife with all his strength, lying on the ground and scolding.

Tong Banchuan didn't care about the wound on his left arm, and gestured in his hand, "Hey, this knife is weird, it's a bit like a sword return style, the mastery of Longhu Mountain?"

"Lao Tzu created it himself, what's the matter?

Tong Banchuan went up with a kick, and this time Li Jinglan didn't even have the strength to scold, coughing up blood and breathing heavily. Tong Banchuan went up to carry him and walked down the mountain.

The setting sun shone on Li Jinglan's paralyzed body, his collapsed back and limp legs, like a dying wild dog, but in his heart, there was a fierce tiger, roaring irritably, ready to choose someone to devour.

Tong Banchuan looked down at the pale and handsome, but frowning face, pondered slightly, lifted one arm, and put him on his back, Tong Banchuan saw the young man's wider and wider shoulders, but he didn't notice the young man's right hand, from beginning to end, he held the scabbard tightly, never relaxed!

Since the end of last year, the Cangguo people have shown a tough posture, there is no longer any creature belonging to Daqin north of Yicheng, even the harrier eagle in the sky has been cleaned up, no one can bear the betrayal, let alone the shame of the imperial tomb being burned, let alone the Cangguo people with millions of iron horses.

The reason why Yicheng can still stand tall in the wind and rain, I have to say that the emperor and Li Yundao did play a good game of chess, and chose to start planning in the cold winter, it is precisely the most uncomfortable time for the Cangguo people, the Cangguo people live on nomadism, the army is open, and the military food is often a large number of cattle and sheep, this advantage is that it is very convenient to travel long distances, and the disadvantage of moving the grain is that it is all mouthed, and the autumn and summer seasons are fine, and the winter and spring are not suitable for mass migration, because there is not enough forage.

Therefore, the Cangguo people can only continue to harass the Qincang border, and the occasional medium-sized battles are also controlled at about 10,000 people, and the total number of several large tribes cruising in the north is only 60,000 or 70,000 people, not to mention the 30,000 defenders of Yicheng, that is, the 8,000 defenders of the partial pass, it is difficult to capture without 30,000 or 40,000 deadly heads to fill, and the offensive of the Cangguo people can only be thunder and rain.

But all the border troops know that as the days gradually grow and the days gradually get warmer, the national war is not far away, and Wu Yong knows better, so he has always stood at the head of the city and looked at the direction of Langxu Mountain recently, he doesn't know whether he wants the fat man to come back with all his beards and tails, or whether he wants him to bury his bones in a foreign country. Especially the old men who came out of their private mansions, Wu Yong muttered to himself: "Toasting and punishing wine are not delicious!"

Stretching out his index finger, he twisted an ant on the city wall in front of him that did not have the slightest awe of the fallen spring cold into powder, "Don't blame me, you know too much!"

Only the smoke and dust willow lane in Qingcheng is still lit up, and the war is about to start, and in the line of life and death, a trench of fame and fortune and a handful of dust will be drawn, and some people will be cut off one after another like artemisia grass in the border city; others will continue to trek here in the coming year, some people are forced to be helpless, some people are fighting for their lives, and some people are crying for them in the distance.

A burst of pipa floated out of the brightly lit Fan Tower:

"The scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is good, and the wind is howling outside

The tomb does not look south, and the majestic bones stand up for the country.

A ping of chess, stormy and stormy

Who are you, Horse Soldier?

100,000 Hanjia 100,000 monuments

The wind is blowing and the smoke is falling

Flying on the Jinling River

Who knows, the white-headed old woman caress her grief

With a wave of ink, the star will fall

Who are you, Father and Brother?

As soon as the border was wasted, the years were urging

The clouds are moving, and the flag is flying

Iron horses and war drums beat

Who counts, how many people return to Xiongguan Mandao?

A string trembles, and the beauty is drunk

Uncle Master, who are you?

Wangguan is full of incense

A cup of tea, a thousand tears

The sound of crying blood cuckoos shattered

Who reads, how many times does the smoke sink into the earth?"

......

Who knows how good a beloved is? Who recites the Angelica of a beloved?

The desert sand is like snow, and the footmarks on the way forward have long been submerged in the wind and sand, but the tree in front of the door will never fall, which is the direction of home.

Li Jingxian stepped on the flying sword, and in the sword-like wind, he turned around and looked south.

"Mother, shocking, wait for me!"