Xiguan Barrier.

Everyone knew that the new Governor-General, who seemed to be weak and mild-tempered, was actually a rather tricky and powerful character.

The first thing this man in green clothes and armor did when he took up the position of governor of the Xiguan Fortress was to thoroughly investigate all the officials and personnel of the Xiguan Barrier, and carried out a major purge of the Xiguan border defense line.

He acquiesced to Huan Tu's poor old horseman's behavior of hanging Yan Bailou's head on the top of the Xiguan barrier.

This already says something.

Jiang Qingyi carried out a major blood change on the border of Xiguan.

Soon after, the news of the death of the Xiguan Shadow on the Ethereal Slope came.

The vast 100 people rode around Xiguan for a week and then rushed to the Xiguan wall, carrying a big pole with a shadow-like corpse hanging on the pole.

The man in Tsing Yi silently watched Huan Tuqiao's corpse take over Yan Bailou.

He didn't say a word from beginning to end.

This is the day he took off his green armor.

Ren Pingsheng, who was burdened with nine hatreds, stood beside him and said softly: "If Yuan Sizhi really goes head-to-head with Huan Tu, the winning rate is basically 19 open, and there must be a master on the Ethereal Slope." ”

Jiang Qingyi said calmly: "We are outside the situation, standing in the bureau, some things can be seen clearly, so don't say it so clearly." ”

Ren Pingsheng silently glanced at the corpse hanging next to the big thunder bell wall drum on the Xiguan barrier.

The wind is dry and the rain is exposed, and it has withered and lost its human shape.

The former sword crown sighed and said: "The people of the rivers and lakes live to a chic place, and they are willing to die generously, but they can die in a thousand ways, but they don't want to be like him." ”

Jiang Qingyi sighed with emotion and muttered: "It is said that the people of Xiguan would rather die in Xiguan." It's a pity that although he is from Xiguan, and now he has died here, he can be regarded as a guest and died in a foreign land, and he will not die well. ”

Ren Pingsheng carried a pot of wine and glanced at the big thunder bell wall drum.

He said slowly: "Huan Tu's poor practice is also a sword, but this sword is not related to the word vast, he is an assassin, he can't see people all day long, hiding in the shadows. ”

"Assassins are the most cold-blooded people in the world. ”

"He is the best assassin in Xiguan, but in the end, he is trapped by love and righteousness, trapped in the grace of the white robe, and chooses to step out of the shadows and go to the ethereal slope to return the sword with a sword. From the moment he stepped out of the shadows, he was doomed to a bad death. Speaking of this, Ren Pingsheng glanced at Jiang Qingyi, and said expressionlessly: "I can't figure out the intrigue in the temple, but I don't want you to die under this senseless battle." ”

Jiang Qingyi said a little helplessly: "Don't worry, looking at the whole Xiguan, the situation is turbulent, but the great governor of my Xiguan barrier can sit back and relax." ”

"I removed Yuan Sizhi's henchmen, and I didn't leave behind Huan Tu's poor old department. He said calmly: "Before the end of this wrestling came out, I kept Yan Bailou's head and hung it on the Xiguan barrier, because I knew that Huan Tuqiao still had a glimmer of hope for a turnaround, but now that he is dead, there is a change of person next to the big thunder wall drum." ”

The weak man in Tsing Yi sighed and said: "I'm not a ruthless person, it's just that my blood can't withstand scrutiny, considering the situation, no matter how good Huan Tu is doing, I can't help him." Judging the hour and sizing up the situation, the top priority at the moment is to completely hold the power of the Xiguan border in my hands. ”

"I'm not a reckless person like Huan Tuqiang. He paused slightly, glanced at Ren Pingsheng, and said quietly: "So you are ...... Rest assured. ”

The man in Tsing Yi stretched out a hand and reluctantly patted the tall and thin man's shoulder.

Ren Pingsheng didn't speak, and coldly squeezed out a smile.

With high cheekbones and thin cheeks, he doesn't look like a good guy, and even when he laughs, he gives people a sense of gloom.

Laughing doesn't make people feel like a spring breeze.

It's like a northwest wind, cold to the bones.

Ren Pingsheng squinted softly, stretched his body lazily, and suddenly thought of something, and the corners of his lips hooked up a playful smile.

"Tonight, the same as before. ”

Jiang Qingyi was quite helpless after hearing this, so he could only respond.

"Yes, yes......"

Ren Pingsheng is such a person, Su Ri has an indifferent appearance, and almost no one has seen him smile.

And this weird smile...... It's hard not to think in a direction you shouldn't think.

When I arrived, there was silence in front of the governor's palace of the Xiguan barrier.

Ren Pingsheng, who was in retreat, heard a knock on the door.

He opened the door for the man in Tsing Yi.

This is the time for the frontier soldiers to rest.

The faces of the soldiers who took turns to keep vigil were a little strange.

In the middle of the night, you can hear a needle dropping.

The Governor went to the tall and thin man's room again, and then there was a loud wheezing, and things fell to the ground, and after a while of calm, then calmed down.

After about two hours, the Doge would come out of the room of the tall and thin man, disheveled and sweaty, with a red tide on his face and looking in good spirits.

There are rumors faintly circulating in the Governor's Mansion of Xiguan Fortress that the newly appointed Governor seems to have some abnormal habits.

Like ...... How good is Longyang?

This kind of news really makes people shudder, and the few people who were promoted to the top by Jiang Qingyi were even more frightened.

Ren Pingsheng actually remained silent for the first time.

Jiang Qingyi, who is now known as a dear person at the Xiguan barrier, sighed.

The next day's sub-hour.

In the presence of the night watchmen.

Jiang Qingyi dragged Ren Pingsheng out of the mansion and dragged him all the way to the dojo outside the courtyard that was specially modified for the governor.

Several soldiers who were not too big to see the excitement were fortunate enough to witness Ren Pingsheng's kendo consummation realm.

Grant the sword.

This man, who is now indeed qualified to be called the Xiguan Sword Crown, first explained the mysteries of the "Sword Sutra" to the Governor word by word, and then did not use the Nine Hatreds, so he usually picked up the wooden sword in the dojo.

I didn't use the Yuan Force.

The sword moves are either as blazing as fire or as ethereal as the wind.

The six sword styles were performed by this tall and thin man in the most insipid way.

The big sleeves are wrapped in the breeze, and the sword qi knocks on the wall drum.

The eighteenth way sword qi danced from midnight, evolving the mystery of kendo, this tall and thin man is obsessed with kendo, I don't know how many times he has danced with a sword like this.

Over and over and over again!

Jiang Qingyi first sat cross-legged on the ground, struggling to remember the trajectory of the wooden sword.

Then he stood up and picked up a wooden sword of the same size.

He tried to hold the sword smoothly and hand it smoothly as he had practiced a few days ago.

Ren Pingsheng glanced at the man in Tsing Yi, slowed down his movements, and the wooden sword in his sleeve suddenly stopped from the momentum of thunder, slowing down dozens of times, so that Jiang Qingyi could keep up with his movements.

Jiang Qingyi looked straight at Ren Pingsheng.

Ren Pingsheng shook his wrists.

Jiang Qingyi shook his wrists.

To complete this pose, a stick of incense was used.

Wipe the sleeves, a stick of incense.

Hiding a sword in his pocket, picking up his sleeves, and breaking the drum.

There are three types of incense and two incense.

Then he went from jerky to proficient.

Then it gradually picks up speed.

Faster and faster.

Faster and faster.

In the end, Jiang Qingyi's eyes only had Ren Pingsheng's eyes.

Those eyes have a mighty sword intent, like a big river, the waves are magnificent, and they want to split it, split the galaxy, and turn it into a depressed breath under the sword!

He followed the tall, thin man's sword moves and got up and crouched down together.

The sun, moon and stars turn around, and the moon shines down.

Tsing Yi and the sword crown dance together.

Jiang Qingyi, who was forcibly ordered by Ren Pingsheng to memorize the "Sword Sutra" after the Daji Mountain Range, has long been familiar with this kendo enlightenment book.

Every move, every style.

Ren Pingsheng asked him to learn swords.

Jiang Qingyi really began to learn swords.

He is a poor student, but he happened to stand in the position of the governor of Xiguan, maybe after ten or twenty years of practice, he will not be able to reach the realm of Li Qing, a white-robed child.

He has no qualifications to defy the sky.

Jiang Qingyi just didn't want to repeat that scene.

When Ren Pingsheng died generously, he could only hide behind the city gate.

He didn't have anything, but he just happened to have a strong memory.

He knew that the man in Qi Liang, even if he didn't have the blessings of those two heavenly phases, was definitely a great cultivator who was different from ordinary people.

Great cultivators don't cultivate qualifications, they cultivate an immortal heart.

Ten times more tenacious than ordinary people, and 100 times more persistent than ordinary people.

Ren Pingsheng suddenly withdrew his sword.

Jiang Qingyi put away his sword at the same time, and after taking it with one hand, the wooden sword stood up against the backbone.

The posture of the sword is extremely upright.

Those who were fortunate enough to witness this scene were all shaken in their hearts.

It's hard to calm down for a long time.

After collecting the sword, Ren Pingsheng maintained the same posture of carrying the sword, and Haoran's sword qi overflowed slightly from his chest.

He exhaled softly.

Dozens of feet away.

The drum surface of the big thunder wall trembled violently.

Haw Par Thunder Sound.

The tall and thin man who created such a scene just had a complicated face and glanced at Jiang Qingyi.

"It's a pity ......"

The man in Tsing Yi looked as usual, full of breath, and did not look out of breath.

Sword intent health.

Raise a sword with a sword.

Ren Pingsheng, who silently took the sword qi of his whole body to cultivate and promote the sword path cultivation of Jiang Qingyi beside him, was a little emotional, this young man's qualifications are really not low, at least his comprehension can be regarded as middle and upper-class, and a "Sword Sutra" has been completed in less than a month.

It's just that Jiang Qingyi has no Yuan Power on his body, let alone Heavenly Appearance, even if he starts to practice now and has his own help, he will not be able to spy on the realm of a great cultivator in this life.

"What's the use of having a full belly of sword energy?"

Ren Pingsheng was full of emotion in his heart, and said silently: "If I give you all the cultivation of my whole body Yuan Force...... And what?"

He shook his head and didn't think anything else.

One step slower is a lifetime slower.

Ren Pingsheng said softly: "Cultivation is like cultivating the mind, and cultivating the mind is cultivating the sword." Repair a sword and withstand thousands of troops. Thousands of miles of beacon fire, thousands of miles of wolf smoke, if one day someone breaks through the barrier, the Xiguan barrier can't be stopped, and the ironclad black rider can't stop it, believe it or not...... Can I stop it?"

Jiang Qingyi was a little confused.

He looked at Ren Pingsheng's unfathomable smile, frowned, and scolded softly: "What are you stopping, don't die?"

The tall and thin man pursed his lips and threw away the wooden sword.

He turned around with his hands behind his back.

His eyes looked in a certain direction outside the Xiguan barrier.

Ren Pingsheng smiled softly and said, "Jiang Qingyi...... You see. ”

Far West.

The sky was shining brightly, and there was a rumbling sound like thunder rolling against the ground.

The Xiguan barrier stretches for thousands of miles.

The demon rejection clan is thousands of miles away.

At this moment, a demonic sound sounded, and it suddenly pierced the sky.

Before his death, the white-robed vassal king killed half of the big men of the chess palace, and Daxia was silent for two years, and it was not until the birth of the Western Demon that he slowly cheered up.

Such a large offensive is rare in recent years.

No one could see how long this beast tide had blocked the distance.

Standing in the Governor's Palace, Mu Ran, the man in Tsing Yi at the highest point in Xiguan, held the wooden sword and glanced at the soldiers behind him.

Jiang Qingyi took a deep breath.

Spit out two words.

The words were nervous, cramped, and a little uneasy.

It's more about the joy after waiting for a long time, and the irrepressible excitement under the undercurrent.

The big thunder wall drum sounded brilliantly.

Trembling the heavens and the earth.

With two words: "Fight!"