In the border area of Jiangzhou and Huzhou, there is a huge convoy from east to west along the post road slowly, the convoy is not a caravan, no goods, but there are many people wearing square scarves, wearing Confucian shirts, hanging jade pendants on their waists, these readers have old and young, the old man is already the year of the cane dynasty, but the young man has not yet reached the crown, all the way, the old man looks at the devastation and frequently laments, feeling the scourge of war, the young man does not know the taste of sorrow, is attracted by the scenery of the south of the Yangtze River, is still singing and laughing all the way, and the old people form a diametrically opposite state. Of course, more are young readers, different from the lamentations of the elderly, and different from the carefree of the teenagers, they are more ambitious, want to make contributions, want to relieve the people from hanging upside down, and even help the building to fall, turning the tide in the fall, so that the name will go down in history.

In addition to the scholars, there are more than ten monks who act as guards, the cultivation is not low, and the leader of the monks is a martial arts monk, whose muscles and bones are like iron, and his blood is like the sea. The reason why he appeared here is because there is an old friend of his among these scholars, the two met in the last years of Da Zheng, although they are a scholar and a martial artist, but they are like-minded, they once avoided trouble in Jiangnan together, during which there were many contacts, or talk about the general trend of the world, or talk about poetry and writing, and finally become a good family, the daughter of the martial arts master married the son of the old Confucian student, but it is also unfortunate, the two old people are still alive, but the husband and wife who belong to the younger generation have died early.

Speaking of which, the two have not seen each other for decades, the old martial artist went to settle in the imperial capital after the founding of the Great Qi State, and went to Jiangnan several times in a hurry, and he didn't have time to see this in-law, the old Confucian stayed in Jiangnan for these years to write books and speak, teach and educate people, preach and teach, so many years, I dare not say that the disciples are all over the world, but there are also a few disciples who live above the temple, or live in the rivers and lakes to study the knowledge, and the young scholars who accompanied him this time are the disciples he has received in recent years.

In order to avoid the disaster of war, the old man planned to take the students and the academy to Shuzhou to join an old friend, so he asked his own family as an escort, the old martial artist did not say a word, escorted the academy and his party from Jiangzhou into Huzhou, and then from Huzhou to Shuzhou, as for Shuzhou, the old martial artist will return to Huzhou, because he and the old friend of the old Confucian are not all the way, and even have a slight grudge, although it is not a deep hatred, but it is better to see it or not to see it。

After all, during the previous Blue Han Party struggle, he, a martial artist, was undoubtedly a member of the Han Party, and the person that the old Confucian wanted to meet was the leader of the Blue Party back then, Lan Xiangye Lan Yu.

Looking at the entire Confucian sect, the old Confucian who is also highly respected said softly: "In the blink of an eye, it is the spring solstice of another year, which should be a good season for all things to grow, but this year is the season of the dead. ”

The old martial man's face was indifferent, and he didn't say anything. He is a person who is accustomed to seeing life and death, and has experienced the ten-year battle that affected the whole world, and he is not only indifferent to the current war in the south of the Yangtze River, but also a little dismissive.

The old Confucian didn't care either, and continued: "At this time, you should stay in the imperial capital, instead of hiding in Jiangnan, you don't follow Han Xuan, who is the emperor of the imperial court, but come to me, what's the benefit?"

The old martial artist seemed to be a little bored, and snorted coldly, "The people of the Xiao family are all dead, only a female doll is left, and it will take me a long time to stay there, you don't have to tell me anything about the country's righteousness, you should know that I was originally a person from the Great Zheng Dynasty, if I really wanted to pay attention to this, I should have died in Bohai Mansion in Zhili Prefecture." ”

The old martial artist took a deep breath and muttered, "The world is divided, what does it have to do with me." ”

The old Confucian shook his head and smiled, and stopped talking.

There was silence in the carriage, and after a while, a monk came outside the carriage and reported to the old martial artist: "Old Ancestor, we have found traces of the Wei cavalry twenty miles ahead, there are probably hundreds of people, and if nothing else, it should be coming at us." ”

The old warrior snorted and motioned for the monk to step aside.

Then he looked up at the old Confucian student.

The old Confucian spread out his palms and said with a smile: "I have heard that this Royal Highness the King of Wei is a corporal of Lixian, if nothing else, these Wei cavalry should have come to 'invite' me to meet His Royal Highness the King of Wei." ”

The old martial artist is a little indifferent.

Even the mighty King of Wei in the south of the Yangtze River is nothing to him, this is not that he has no one in his eyes, or relies on the great reputation of his old friend, but he relies on his top military force, not to mention only a few hundred people, that is, thousands of people, tens of thousands of people, he also wants to come, he wants to go, for ordinary people, ten thousand enemies are just legends in the story, but for the old man, he himself is the enemy of ten thousand.

Since the two old men led by them didn't say anything, the others didn't dare to make their own decisions, so the group just regarded the Wei cavalry as nothing and continued to move forward.

As the old Confucian said, these cavalry were ordered by the king of Wei, respectfully invited the old Confucian to meet the king of Wei, without the order of the king of Wei, how dare they do it without permission, if they want to block the road directly, there are more than ten monks on the side of the academy, and it is also quite tricky, they have to hang far behind.

The convoy continued to move forward, and there were more and more cavalry hanging behind, and when they passed the bank of the river, they added a thousand more horses, and when they entered the territory of Huzhou, they added another thousand horses, and at the same time there were hundreds of horsemen who came by the order of the king of Wei.

There were already three thousand horsemen.

This was no longer a huge force that could be stopped by a dozen monks, so the commander of this cavalry decided to stop the academy's convoy and not let them continue to move forward.

Three thousand cavalry stood on horseback, like a mountain and a forest.

The academy's convoy had to stop.

The old Confucian in the carriage sighed, "This lord of the Wei State is finally going to use his strength." ”

The old martial artist, who had never been smiling, showed an unprecedentedly playful smile, "Isn't this the reason why you invited me over?"

The old Confucian was slightly stunned, then shook his head and smiled: "You, you." ”

The old martial artist smiled, "Since I'm here, I have to help you get rid of these dogs that stand in the way, otherwise I won't come for nothing." ”

Before the words fell, the old man had disappeared in an instant.

The commander of the 3,000 cavalry looked at the academy's convoy, but the knuckles of his fingers holding the reins were slightly white.

There were three thousand cavalry behind him at this time, a lot?

He still felt that something was missing.

How can a dignified Confucian gentleman be so easy to stop?

At this moment, his eyes suddenly widened, and he subconsciously clenched the reins.

I saw an old man slowly walking out of the convoy.

The old man stepped out.

Just one step, but the sky shook, the earth collapsed, hundreds of cavalry instantly turned on their backs, and the cavalry behind did not dare to cross the thunder pool for half a step.

At the same time, another white-haired young man appeared behind the three thousand cavalrymen and blocked the way with a sword.

When the cavalry commander looked back and saw the white-haired young man, his face immediately showed despair.

How can he not be frightened and despaired?

The person behind him is Xu Beiyou, who made the Daomen Town Demon Hall shattered with one person and one sword!