Wei San was in a good mood, and after waiting for today, he took his brothers into the mansion with the Xuanfu Mansion, which could be regarded as a place to live for the brothers who had been drifting in Fancheng all these years.

This is thanks to the little brother surnamed Jiang, if it weren't for him, how could he let the token that could make him and these brothers leap into the dragon gate be recovered.

Right now, the majestic city wall of Fancheng seems to be in front of him, and he has gone out of the dense forest to the official road, which is equivalent to one step closer to the longing Xuanfu.

Walking on the rivers and lakes, you need to get together to keep warm, Wei San can have today, more than half of the reason is that there are these brothers behind him who support him, and the other half still relies on his own strength.

To gain a foothold in the rivers and lakes, it depends on two points, one is its own strong strength cultivation, and the other is the need for connections.

Wei Sanjun was born, and in his early years, he followed the eight generations of Zhenbian soldiers to fight in the barren grassland, and after a large and small battle array, there were not a hundred, but also eighty.

If you want to talk about strength, it is natural to have it, and the cultivation of the little grandmaster of the first grade of the day after tomorrow is not too high in the rivers and lakes of Fancheng, but at least it can make him live comfortably and comfortably.

However, what can really make Wei San and the group of Hongchen swordsmen behind him who follow him to make a living is still the relatively solid connection.

Going out is relying on the help of friends, since the rivers and lakes are mixed, it is inevitable to deal with the gangs inside and outside Fancheng and the government, Wei San is also a tun cavalry captain when he retreats from the border army, the official is not big, but it is not small, this Fancheng army and yamen have more or less some old acquaintances.

The battle between the two armies is about momentum, and the same is true for the fighting in the rivers and lakes.

To be able to get to this day, Wei Sanxiu is well connected, and this momentum naturally accounts for seven or eight points.

Otherwise, it would not be possible to get that string of tokens that can leap into the dragon gate so easily.

To be honest, if it weren't for the fact that there was no other superior martial arts cheats that could support the field except for the seven styles of the border army that he learned from the border army, Wei San would not have taken the token to join the little prince who didn't know much about his roots.

It's not that the seven styles of the border army are not strong enough, on the contrary, each of these seven sets of exercises is very strong, so strong that it is enough to be used as a town school exercise to suppress luck.

It's just that there are rules in the border army, although any soldier in the border army can cultivate, but it must not be passed on, even if he is discharged from the army.

Those who dare to violate will exterminate the nine clans.

Wei San is not small, on the contrary, he is very big, every time he charged in the past, he was at the forefront, and most of the scars and arrows were left in the barren grassland.

But the more daring he is, the more he is afraid of the rules of the border army.

To this day, all the Hongchen swordsmen under his command, except for a few who are also from the border army, are all from the wild road.

Therefore, in the early years, the gang of Hongchen swordsmen led by Wei San had their own banner, the Black Dragon Gang, but in the rivers and lakes of Fancheng, they have not been very famous.

Wei San was followed by a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, with a strong figure and a heavy machete on his shoulder, and couldn't help but grin when he saw Fan Cheng approaching.

"What are you grinning with a big mouth?" Wei San shook the sword in his hand, turned around and saw the young man next to him smirking, and slapped it on the back of the young man's head, making a crisp sound.

The young man was not annoyed, he smiled and wanted to reach out to touch the long sword glowing with cold light in Wei San's hand, and said with a shy smile: "Third brother, I saw that you were holding a sword, you should be tired, why don't you let me help you hold it for a while?"

This young man's name is Wei Congrong, and his name is still obtained by Wei San, which means that he hopes that one day, this kid will be able to join the army and make meritorious contributions.

Wei Congrong was pulled out of the pile of dead after the last battle of Wei San's career when he retired from the army, and he was a war orphan.

That year, Wei San had to leave the border army for some reason, so he simply raised this kid as a son.

Over the years, that's how it has been.

The snot baby who used to and pee always pulled Wei Sanyi has now grown into a young man who can take charge of himself.

It is said that parents hope that their children will be able to become dragons and phoenixes when they are older, and Wei San is no exception, so I have always hoped that Wei Congrong will one day really be worthy of his name and really join the battlefield.

At present, although the reckless wilderness has been quelled and the war has been extinguished, the Qin Dynasty in the Northern Regions has not been eyeing the great rivers and mountains of the Southern Regions for thousands of years.

He fought this battle, and as long as there was a battle, there would be no opportunity to make meritorious contributions.

Therefore, Wei San thought that when he and his old guys joined the Xuanfu this time, and after getting the book of exercises that were more precious than his life in his opinion, he would not ask a few old brothers to get this kid to the border army, hoping that one day he would fight and make some military exploits in exchange for a bright future.

This person, no matter how high-spirited and ruthless he was when he was young.

But as long as you reach the age, what you want most is to see your children be able to make a living.

At least, it's more productive than when I was back then.

Wei San was in a good mood, glanced at the seven-foot long sword in his hand, and then looked at Wei Congrong, who was eager to stare at him, and couldn't help kicking it, kicking it on the young man's buttocks, and scolded with a smile: "I want to touch the sword, go to the battlefield to earn it myself, this one in Lao Tzu's hand, but when I made great achievements in my life and was promoted to captain, I personally rewarded it with the eighth generation of our Great Xia Dynasty, Lord Jiang Ye, who was equivalent to Lao Tzu's daughter-in-law, that is, you Sanniang!"

While speaking, Wei San stretched out his sleeve to wipe the sword blade, affectionately, just like stroking the good concubine in the Fancheng Qinglou on weekdays.

After thinking about it, Wei San looked at the unwilling young man beside him, and said with a smile: "Okay, when you go to the Xuanfu to receive the reward this time, Lao Tzu will find the old brother from before to get you to our Great Xia border army, and at that time, this sword, Lao Tzu will pass it on to you!"

"Third brother, are you serious?" Wei Congrong laughed, looked at Wei San with a serious face and asked, obviously afraid that he would regret it.

Wei San slapped the young man on the head again, and scolded with a smile: ", when did Lao Tzu talk not count?"

This kid is good at everything, and he learns kung fu quickly, but sometimes his brain can't turn around, especially if he loves martial arts, he passes by the weapons shop in the city on weekdays, and he must go shopping to take a look, otherwise he can't move.

Thinking of himself, a young man who was like a son, Wei San couldn't help but compare him with the little brother surnamed Jiang he met not long ago.

The two were about the same age, and Wei San could feel that the young man surnamed Jiang was not weak in cultivation, and even faintly made him feel a sense of jealousy.

Especially when I first noticed the rosewood gun magazine on the back of the young man, the fear became more and more intense, and I couldn't say why.

"Huh, third brother, look ahead!" Wei Congrong suddenly said softly and towards Wei San.

Wei San followed Wei Congrong's line of sight, couldn't help frowning slightly, his mind also sank, and with a wave of his hand, the group of red dust with swordsmen behind him scattered.

At this time, not far away on the official road.

Two people, one older and one younger, came with a horse with a sack on its back.

The young brocade robe and white robe are dressed like a handsome man, but those eyes exude a cold energy, which destroys this beauty, and it is not difficult to see through the narrow eyes that this must be a person with a thin temperament.

The older one, with an iron mask covering his face and an ink-colored robe, walked a little vainly, even the cold iron mask on his face could not hide this sick appearance, and he coughed softly from time to time, and his breath was weak.

Wei San is an old man, where can he not see that what is in the sack must be a living thing.

And look at that figure must be a delicate woman.

Seeing that he was about to enter the city, Wei San didn't want to do much, so he waved his hand to let his brothers scatter and make way for the two.

But helplessly, Wei Congrong, this kid, was full of blood, stretched out his hand and waved the machete on his shoulder, blocked the way of the two, and shouted softly: "Lang Lang Qiankun, you dare to do the kidnapping, if you don't hurry up and let the captive person go to the master, the master will let you two live!"

With this shout, Wei San secretly said that he was going to suffer, but it was too late to stop him.

Sure enough, the two stopped.

"You want to die?"

The brocade-robed boy smiled lightly, then his face turned cold, and he asked coldly.

Yao Xian was in a very bad mood, it can be said that it was very bad, this trip to the Southern Regions made him feel that he had become a joke, because of the third night of the Jiang family.

When, even such a small character who can be pinched to death by himself in the Yu Dynasty on weekdays dares to block his way.

The killing intent surged, and he glanced at the sick and deprived iron mask beside him, and the hatred in his heart for the third night of the Jiang family couldn't help but deepen.

Let yourself be the whetstone of the Jiang family's little evil seed, kill all of his subordinates, and even the clan uncle who secretly protects him will not be spared.

This Jiang family's third night is really ruthless.

The signal had been sent, and the two men who wanted to hide outside the city and his father had arranged to protect him in secret had already received it.

Now, it should be on the way to come.

Jiang Ye, don't you want this son to be the whetstone of the Jiang family's little sins.

So, wouldn't it be better to wear out all the lives together?

"Let go of your captives, and leave!" Wei Congrong shook the long knife in his hand, laughed, and then stared at the brocade-robed boy in front of him, without flinching.

Wei San was helpless, and said that he knew his son Mo Ruo's father, although he was not Wei Congrong's biological father, but after all, he grew up, how could he not know the character of the young man, once he decided to do something, he would definitely do it to the end.

He exhaled a breath of turbidity, and made a gesture at the Hongchen swordsmen scattered behind him, and these men who were wandering in this river and lake drew their knives out, forming a semi-circular battle formation, which could be attacked and defended.

Although the knife was drawn, the blade was only half out of the sheath.

The rules of the rivers and lakes, the affairs of the rivers and lakes, the rivers and lakes.

But there is one thing, before the enemy and me are separated, if you want to show the blade of the sword, it is undoubtedly equivalent to determining whether you are friend or foe, and then it will inevitably be a situation of endless death.

At the moment, the knife is halfway out, and there is still room for maneuver.

As long as the brocade-robed boy listens to Wei Congrong's words and releases the captive people in the sack.

Then, these swordsmen will naturally not be too embarrassed.

"What if I don't?" Yao Xian spoke, his voice was very cold, and his eyes couldn't help but become a little colder.

The iron mask then protected Yao Xian's body, although his cultivation was abolished, but in the end, if he didn't do anything at this time, wait until the two adults arrived.

According to those two personalities, a waste person has lost his value, so naturally there is no need to take it with him.

At that point, he will end badly.

"Then it's no wonder that I'm a master!" Wei Congrong smiled coldly, drew his sword, and leaped forward past Wei San.

Behind him, with his third brother Wei who is also a brother and father, as a backing, Wei Congrong has no scruples, only feeling that this man is in the rivers and lakes, and when he sees that the road is uneven, he should fight for righteousness.

Although, over the years, because of his temperament, he has caused trouble for Wei San a lot.

However, in Wei Congrong's view, Wei San himself should be his father, and it is natural for a father to wipe his ass for his son.

And Wei San was also happy.

If you want to talk about fighting against the enemy, then Wei San definitely has nothing to say, he is a good player.

But if you want to talk about bringing children, a big ancestor mixed up in the rivers and lakes, where does he have that kind of experience, it is not easy to raise Wei Congrong so big.

Anyway, since he was a child, Wei Congrong made a mistake outside, as long as Wei San felt that it was wrong, then he should be beaten, and he would not be merciful, isn't there a saying called filial piety under the stick.

Of course, if you feel that this kid is doing the right thing, then you should also be rewarded, and you must come out when it is time to come out, even if it is to lead a group of brothers to draw swords against others, it is also a matter of resignation.

Born in the army, Wei San felt that when he encountered a bully, he should draw a sword righteously, Wei Congrong can have today's temperament, and more than half of it is taught by Wei San.

So today, when the young man drew his knife and came out, Wei San also waved his hand, and the brothers drew their knives and slowly surrounded him, sweeping the battle for this kid.

"Come back, boy!"

Just as the narrow back of the long knife in Wei Congrong's hand was about to slash at the iron face that was blocking the brocade-robed boy's body, Wei San's eyes widened and he shouted eagerly with red eyes.

But it was too late, and suddenly there was a ripple in that void.

Then, a dry hand like tree bark tore through the void.

The dry palm with the bitter wind broke the long knife in Wei Congrong's hand, and the castration continued, and a palm slapped on the young man's chest.

The abruptness of this dry palm would have been difficult to find if it weren't for Wei San's keen perception of the realm of a small grandmaster who had acquired it.

Wei Congrong heard Wei San's call, he knew the severity, and wanted to draw his knife and retreat.

But when I wanted to hide, my whole body was tight, my hair stood upside down, where was there still time, together with the long knife in my hand, I was hit by the dry palm, and flew upside down, spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood in mid-air, only to feel that the internal organs were mixed together, and the pain of turning over the river and the sea was all over the body in an instant.

With a snap, Wei Congrong fell to the ground, splashing dust.