Jianghu Road, the road is dangerous, the bloody rain and bloody wind will never end, Eryu I deceive is the rivers and lakes, the hot-blooded heroes are the rivers and lakes, and the sword and sword shadow are the rivers and lakes. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Li Muyang put down his bags and stopped, and saw that Waihong was all over the field: "Uncle Wang, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing more than a natural and man-made disaster, why can't you bear it?"

Li Muyang did not speak.

"Do you have any silver?"

Li Muyang silently took out ten taels of silver.

Wang Yizhi's eyes glared at the boss in surprise, "Where did you come from?"

"I picked it up when I got up to go to the toilet last night," Li Muyang wouldn't tell Wang Yizhi, he took away one with his skillful hands, and he looked so rich that he actually had less than twenty taels of silver on his body.

The swollen face deserves to be fat, Li Muyang's craftsmanship is not at home, it is easy to take and difficult to send, he has no heart to return it, and if he returns it, he will be discovered, and he will definitely provoke a fat beating at that time.

Wang Yizhi received the silver in his pocket, "We drove the carriage to Qiaozhou"

"Okay" Li Muyang naturally has no objection, he really wants to see the beautiful scenery of Qiaozhou.

Barren wilderness, countless white bones, Wang Yizhi is old rivers and lakes are familiar with these things, Li Muyang followed behind him with some horror, "Wang, Uncle Wang, these?"

"Just look at it and get used to it, it's okay, you're still young"

Li Muyang fell silently into his own world, not knowing when he got into the carriage, stumbling all the way, and didn't know when he would get there.

He came back to his senses and saw that Qiaozhou was close in front of him, and he could hear the hustle and bustle of human voices without entering, and there were traces of time on the heavy city walls, which was unique to Qiaozhou.

For hundreds of years, only the name of Qiaozhou has not changed its name in the changes of time, and this ancient city has its unique charm.

Surrounded by mountains and rivers, outstanding people, people are more delicate than flowers, which has always been famous in ancient and modern times.

Li Muyang was slapped on the back of the head.

Wang Yizhi's voice reached his ears, "What's so beautiful about a broken city wall? The moat is all dry, and even a small fish can't be seen."

"Huh, are we seeing the same place?"

Wang Yizhi frowned, "What do you mean?"

"What I see is a towering ancient city and what you see is a broken city wall, maybe we have encountered a ghost hitting the wall?"

"What is a ghost hitting a wall?"

"It's probably about the same as the formation, I've seen it in ancient books"

Wang Yizhi ignored Li Muyang, he took the sword and slashed towards the broken city gate.

"Don't" Li Muyang said that he stopped it too slowly, and Wang Yizhi was sucked in.

A tornado blew, Li Muyang was not spared, he was favored by the wind and was mixed in the middle, looking at the blue sky close at hand, there was a subtle feeling flowing in his heart.

"Brothers, how can we comfort the spirits of our fathers and elders in the heavens if they don't die?"

"My Qiaozhou is full of good men, swearing to defend the family, protect China, kill all those widows and thieves, and let those filthy things go and never return"

"Let them see what the Chinese war spirit is, let them see the hot-blooded men in Qiaozhou, brothers, kill with me"

"Kill, kill, kill~"

"Kill, kill"

"Poof, Brother Han, I, I can't go back, this purse was embroidered for me by Junniang, you go back and tell her that there are so many good sons in the world, bigger than Zhou Yansong, there are many people, let her find a mother-in-law again"

"No, no, your own business, you go back and say it yourself, I, I don't care, you go back and say it yourself, don't die, we said we want to go back together"

"Don't cry, Brother Han, my leg is gone, I can't go back, you, have seen the person on the chest, yes, there is a hole can live......?

"Zhou Yansong!"

"Ah~~, those bitches, Lao Tzu must kill them all, Lao Tzu must kill them all"

Woo~~

"Wolf Warrior, is it the Tang family's dark army? Let's meet in this Qiaozhou City, where is Hua Niang?"

"Newspaper"

"Speak"

"The wolf smoke has fallen"

"Oh, but there's a deception?"

"Major General Hua came here with the leader of the Japanese Bandits."

"Flower girl?"

"Haha, it's General Ben, Brother Han, fortunately not dishonored"

"Hua Xiuyun, do you know that violating military discipline will be beheaded for public display"

"Hua Xiuyun is willing to accept the punishment"

"That's it, it's just this time, not an example"

"Thank you, Brother Han"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

"What's the sound?"

"The enemy criminal, the people of the Southern Barbarians"

"No one ploughs the fertile fields, everyone fights for the ploughing, eventful autumn, let the brothers prepare their bags, and we will fight the Nanban"

"Yes"

After ten days of siege in the city, there was a wicked man outside the city, with dog-eyed eyes and big scars.

"I repeat, as long as you can automatically open the hanging door panel of Qiaozhou City, I promise not to hurt anyone, we are just encroaching on Zhou City, and we will never hurt anyone."

"Phew, I'm a good son of Qiaozhou, but if I take a step back, I will never return to Qiaozhou City"

"I don't know what to do, fire attack"

"Alas......"

Li Muyang fell on the yellow sand everywhere, surrounded by scenes of mirages, and the past memories of the yellow sand paid tribute to the past in its unique way.

The wind blows the sand and dust all over the sky, the white bones whimper and lament the death, the drunk green mountains wave the halberd, and Xu Fu will not be returned if it is not broken.

Li Muyang has a sense of luck and honor in his heart, sour and proud, he is not from Qiaozhou, but he is Chinese, brothers from all over the world, and the north and south of the world are one family.

The memory of the wind and sand never stopped, and a woman jumped down from the city wall, asking what is the love in the world?

The wind roared violently, like mournful music, and the long chant made people's hearts weep with it.

The amazement of that sword pierced his eyes across the space area, and it had its own rhythm when it was waved casually, and it was natural.

One man, one sword, one flask

Guarding Qiaozhou, tens of millions of iron horsemen knelt down under the sword, the sword light flashed, there were countless souls under the sword, and the enemy fled in a hurry when he heard it.

The winding paths are secluded, overgrown with weeds, and the city covered by weeds exudes a heavy desolation.

The wildfire burned, the Yiren made up red, and thousands of troops took the city as a matchmaker, invited the sky to be a matchmaker, knocked on my city gate three times and nine times, and was my beloved.

Blood blooms everywhere, and there are as many people in black robes as barking dogs, with knives in their hands, red liquid flows, and blood accumulates into a small river that converges to form a yin and yang pattern.

Li Muyang saw a naked woman in the middle of the river of blood.

She turned around, and her body was covered in strange patterns.

As if bewitched, ten fingers want to go on a blind date, just touch the ripples, a gust of wind blows, the yellow sand falls to the ground, and people are no more.

The mirage that caught the eye had disappeared without a trace.

Li Muyang walked in the yellow sand for a long time, so long that there was only a drop of water left in the wine jug.

The front is full of people, lively and prosperous, the door is like a city, the traffic is busy, wearing gorgeous clothes and dancing to stay immortal, and life is all in it.

Sure enough, the beauty of the mountains and rivers is more beautiful, but these are all false things, and there are even fewer who are nostalgic.

The yellow sand buries the bones, the painting wall is mottled, the wine pot is filled with sand and drinks its turbidity, I heard how many white bones have fallen into it, the starlight is cold, and the strange road ahead does not know where to go.