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When Zhang Yan and the others entered Xiangyang City, they felt a sense of tension that black clouds were pressing down on the city for no reason, because there were always soldiers in armor patrolling the city without stopping. Just looking at these soldiers, they are full of energy, tigers and tigers, and they can't help but say: "The Great Song Dynasty actually has such elite soldiers!"

Chuantian also nodded: "Any one of them, if you put it on the rivers and lakes, you will definitely be able to make a name for yourself." ”

Zhang Ren said with a smile: "The soldier's training in martial arts has reached the point of thirst, because only by constantly improving his strength can he survive on the battlefield with more security." ”

Ye Zhanchen said with a little admiration: "To point to face, just looking at these elite soldiers like this, it makes Ye Mou have respect for Old Marshal Xiao." ”

Zhang Zhan suddenly felt a sense of pride, and said with a smile: "If it is a bad seed, how can you have the face to stay under Marshal Xiao's account!"

As if it was the first time he saw Zhang Remnant, Ye Zhanchen looked Zhang Remnant up and down, and said with a little surprise: "With Brother Zhang's temperament, he would actually respect a person so much." ”

Zhang Zhan is a half-landlord, and has been living in Xiangyang since he was expelled from the division by the Taishan faction. However, Zhang Zhan did not regard this place as his home.

Home is a safe haven, and it is easy to give birth to warm and stable words, even if it is not a harmonious home, even if the members of the family are strained with each other, it does not detract from the sense of peace of mind. And Xiangyang City has always been at the forefront of the war, although the Great Song Dynasty is not at war with the Jin State now. However, because of the hatred of the past generations, there is an uninterrupted collision. Whenever there is a collision, the soldiers naturally bear the brunt of it and defend the country. Therefore, it is likely that the cruelty of the future is definitely not the warmth that home should have.

The people who were born and raised in Xiangyang City will naturally not be like this, no matter what is happening here, after all, they are selflessly dedicating water and soil to raising their mothers. This sense of belonging to the roots is the most unreasonable. What's more, Xiangyang, where Xiao Po is here and the beacon smoke is on the side, is actually the last paradise in the world.

Because since Xiao Po took charge of Shuaiyin, Jin Guo has never won a single victory.

The couplet at the gate of the marshal's mansion was spontaneously presented to Xiao Po by the people. It is said to be a couplet, but in fact it is a poem, and the book says:

But there is a dragon city flying general

Don't teach Humadu Yin Mountain

This is not a compliment, but an undeniable fact.

The arrival of Zhang Chuan and others has long been known to the Marshal's Mansion. Walking through the secluded path of green bamboo and verdant, it is like a mountain and a river with no way out, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village.

Under Xiao Po's full heavenly court, the sword eyebrows were long, and he flew obliquely into his temples. The eyes are like dots of ink, shining and smooth, without a trace of impurities. He was wearing a blue-gray scribe's robe, but people couldn't help but think that he was not only an invincible commander on the battlefield, but also a talented champion. Dressed casually, but Xiao Po's demeanor is leisurely, leisurely like a flying eagle in the sky. In addition to being chic and free, it also has a high bearing compared to the sky.

Xiao Po was already past the age of the sixtieth year, but he only looked like a weak crown.

Whether it is the heaven that cannot be moved by anything in the world, or the simple and upright thorn wolf, or the taciturn night dust, or the beautiful Qin Xingya like the Nine Heavens Fairy, or the naturally luxurious Qu Fan. When these arrogant young leaders saw Xiao Po for the first time, they were as angry as Zhang Chuan was back then, and they strangely gave birth to a sense of satisfaction that their great wish had been fulfilled: I finally saw Xiao Po!

Xiao Po.

The most beautiful man in the Central Plains.

The first genius of the Central Plains.

The first art of war in the Central Plains.

Xiao Po's story is well-known, and it inspires countless young people to work hard. Xiao Po is a solid barrier for the Great Song Dynasty. For Zhang Remnant, he has long been sublimated into a god.

After the guest and host took their seats, Zhang Jian naturally stood on Xiao Po's right hand side and acted as a guard.

Xiao Po smiled and said: "When I see a few young heroes, I know that my Central Plains martial arts have a tendency to decline and flourish. ”

Ye Ranchen and the others didn't dare to say anything.

Xiao Po said happily: "Heroes come out of troubled times." Xing, the people are bitter. Death, the people suffer. But if the battle is lost, and there are a few heroic generosity war songs, how can the world be brilliant and colorful. ”

It's a bit too cold and straightforward to sound uncomfortable. However, after thinking about it carefully, I feel that only an extremely transcendent character can speak such an extremely transcendent words.

The existence of Chuantian has never been ignored. Xiao Po looked directly at Chuantian, and said with a little surprise: "Chuanshaoxia actually dares to cultivate the world-destroying god, even Xiao, he has to sigh at Chuanshaoxia's lawlessness! If he can really succeed in the future, this skill alone is enough to go up and down for five thousand years." ”

Chuantian's slightly purple eyes flashed with a hint of essence, and he said freely: "With Marshal Xiao's martial arts cultivation, why do you need our protection?"

Xiao Po smiled slightly, and said happily: "You young heroes have come from afar, and Xiao is very grateful. But not all efforts have paid off, for the one who took my life has come today. ”

As soon as Xiao Po's words came out, Zhang Yanxiong's body couldn't help but be shocked.

Xiao Po smiled again: "She came so skillfully, but in fact, she wanted to deliberately attack all the young heroes." Therefore, after Xiao's death, you must not be discouraged by frustration, because this is what the enemy is happy to see. It's because of you guys, it's the last hope of Da Song! Oh, she's here. ”

As soon as the words fell, a woman dressed in white appeared in the courtyard.

Even if it is Chuantian, he can't help but be shocked: who can appear within ten feet of himself silently without being discovered by himself!

The woman's long jet-black hair, without any ornamentation or restraint, swayed in the wind.

Her eyes are like a pool of clear water, calm and deep, so that people can't see the bottom at a glance. If you insist on peeking into the depths, I am afraid that you will drown in it, and you will not be able to extricate yourself.

The wings of the nose are small and delicate. is like the finishing touch, supporting her flawless melon seed face with a towering beauty that is unparalleled in the world.

She stood tall, but it seemed a little colder around her.

The fair skin is not snow, but it is fragrant.

This is a peerless beauty who rejects people thousands of miles away, but her lonely self-appreciation may just be her disguise. Because she was looking at Xiao Po like water tenderly, she didn't even look sideways at the eye-catching Chuantian.

As if floating, she came to Xiao Po silently, and bowed: "Niece Moyu, meet Uncle Xiao." ”

Xiao Po happily walked in front of Mo Yu, did not shy away from holding up Mo Yu's fragrant shoulders, his eyes without impurities, looked at Mo Yu's flawless and frosty jade face, and said happily: "I haven't seen you for ten years, Xiao Yu has finally comprehended the recipe of burning scriptures!"

Burning the scriptures, the supreme martial arts that only exists in myths and legends, was finally born unwilling to be lonely.

Mo Yu didn't speak, he was stared at by Xiao Po like this, he didn't dodge at all, and he boldly looked at Xiao Po with calm and deep eyes.

Everyone was silent, and the scene in front of them was like lovers reunited after a long absence, sweet and harmonious, and even touching.