Shenzhou has been peaceful for a long time, and the whole country is stable. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThe walls of Xuanyuan City have long lost their role in resisting foreign aggression, and naturally there is no one to defend them.

On the mottled green bricks, from time to time, there are comments and ghost-like signatures scribbled by tourists.

Looking at the past at this time, the heaviness of the vicissitudes of history is also a little dazzling and funny.

Looking around, there was only one person on the entire section of the city wall, a woman in the uniform of the Wuhou Mansion.

There is no such thing as a city wall in Renhuan City, if a small section on the mountain in the center of the city is counted, then there is still one.

Since Xuan Ming boarded the road, although he did not walk east and west, he also walked very slowly.

The city wall that has been inherited to this day has lost the spirit of war, but it has added to the silence and mottling.

Gently plucking the withered grass on the battlement, and brushing off the traces of scribbling by tourists with internal force, Xuan Ming slowly walked to the bottom of the city tower.

The woman was holding the female wall with one hand, and was slowly sitting on the ground in the direction of Wuhou Mansion.

Xuan Ming followed her gaze and saw that the huge three-story poisonous corpse at the Wuhou Mansion fell like a mountain, splashing a large cloud of dust.

"You are General Xuanyuan Weiling's granddaughter Jing?" Xuan Ming's voice was faint, giving people a sense of tranquility and peace of mind.

The woman closed her eyes deeply, gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, stood up and asked, "I am, who are you?"

"Poor roads are ······"

Xuan Ming had just begun to introduce himself, when a hidden arrow flying diagonally from above interrupted his words.

The sleeve arrow clattered to the ground, bounced off the blue brick, and then landed at the same time as Xuan Ming, landing at his feet.

Two small "Han Ling" are engraved on the tail of the arrow.

The woman who sent the arrow was lying lightly on the cornices of the tower, her face covered with a light veil, and her eyes were cold and cold.

"Little thief, report your name!"

"Poor Dao Xuanming, he is the third disciple of the Qingxu faction, and he is also the Marquis of Nanyue County. Being suddenly attacked, Xuan Ming was not angry, and calmly took out the Youhou waist card and replied.

Zi Jing's eyes froze, and she had already confirmed the authenticity of Xuan Ming's waist card, and she whispered to the woman on the eaves with a little blame: "Ling Zhen, this Xuan Ming Dao Leader doesn't look like an enemy. ”

Ling Zhen also knew that she was reckless, but she didn't want to admit it verbally. She snorted softly in disdain, and deftly rolled over and landed, and the sleeve arrow at Xuan Ming's feet was pulled by her internal force and flew back into her palm with a thud.

"Zijing, we have to go. ”

"Lingchen, I want to stay. ”

"Don't mess around! Do you know how many people in this Xuanyuan City are inquiring about your whereabouts right now. Come on. ”

Zijing's face was pale and trance-like, and she suddenly fell silent, and was led by Ling Zhen and left step by step.

"Slow!" Xuan Ming shouted, and his body flew up in the air at the same time, leaping over their heads, blocking Ling Zhen's way.

"You dare to use the Ecstasy Needle in front of the poor road, you are so daring!?"

Ling Zhen's pupils moved up to look at Xuan Ming, and he didn't deny it: "Dao Chang has good eyesight." ”

Seeing that the other party was so calm, Xuan Ming, who had always been calm, also said calmly: "Although the poor Dao does not practice hidden weapons, he is not blind. "It's like a friend chatting, but you don't take half a step away.

"This is just a small measure to prevent Zijing from being too sad and unwilling to leave. ”

"It's not the right way after all. Xuan Ming shook his head and stepped aside.

"After the Taoist came from a famous and decent family, he naturally didn't look down on these little things. Xuanyuan City is already the focus of Yuzhou County, the center of the whirlpool, leave as soon as possible. ”

Ling Zhen helped Zi Jing disappear into the city wall along the road, and when she passed by Xuan Ming's side, the tears on Zi Jing's face were already flowing. Xuan Ming sighed slightly when he saw this, this Zijing girl seems to be immersed in pain for a long time.

Brother Gucheng, your little junior sister already has a place to go, and I have never lived up to your trust. Xuan Ming said silently towards the north.

At this moment, he should also leave, go to the bank of the Huamian River to meet Xinlin Su Qi and the others before making plans.

The terrible sound of breaking the sky came from the west of the city, and when Xuan Ming turned his head to look, there was only a broken "Han" fireworks in the sky west of the city that was about to dissipate.

The current Xuanyuan City, according to the information of the Feihan Gate relayed by Miss Su Ruo, the Huangqing Banner is powerful, and it is not even ruled out that even the corpses of the Blood Refining Sect are just pawns of the Huangqing Banner.

At such a time, a signal is released to show the whole city, either the sender is reckless, or the situation has reached the point where it has reached a point where it has to be sent, and the benefits outweigh the disadvantages.

No matter which one it is, it is not a good thing for Xuan Ming's identity.

So, along the southern wall of Xuanyuan City, a Taoist priest who looked like he was walking slowly and quickly towards the west of the city. The figure looms, often in the blink of an eye, and a long way has passed.

The battle in Wuhou Mansion has come to an end, and the city rebellion has begun to spread.

Groups of corpse men and corpse soldiers gathered, and walked towards the four gates of Xuanyuan City in the midst of the screams that pierced the sky in terror in the streets and alleys.

These humanoids look like they're going to do something big.

Although Xuanming's speed is fast, the walls of Xuanyuan City are not ordinarily long. By the time he reached the west city wall, the battlefield centered on the west city tower had already been formed.

The soldiers of the Imperial Qing Banner in horse coats, the knights of the Flying Han Sect dressed in black and red, and the roaring and war-hungry corpse of the Blood Refining Sect, the three sides fought into a mess.

"Xuanyuan Muxue, why don't you and I stop for the time being, how about protecting foreign objects together?"

On the pheasant moat of the city wall, two figures were fighting violently, and one of them was the Huangqing Banner rat that Xuan Ming had seen in the south of the city before. At this point, he saw an opportunity and proposed to his opponent.

The opponent of the mouse was dressed in a curved robe, and it was Brother Mu Xue, whom Xuan Ming had met on the Hanzhi Forum. At this moment, the two spears in Xuanyuan Muxue's hands danced like thunder, and they were like green clouds swept by the wind in the sky.

He suddenly pushed away the twin knives entangled by the rats, and said with a smile: "It's a big joke in the world! Wusun Yuan, don't you really think that no one knows that your plan is not successful? Now that you have been beaten upside down, you still want to trap us into the water?!"

"Brother Xuanyuan, don't toast and don't eat and drink, you are wearing this curly coat, it is very cumbersome, do you really think that you can retreat here intact?"

At this time, Qiu Feng shouted in front of the city gate: "Gate master, don't entangle with such scumbags. We can't stay here for long, and we have to retreat quickly. ”

The autumn wind was covered in blood, and the hat on his head did not know where it went? The fishing rod in his hand had already been replaced by a four-foot thin sword. Just like the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River in March, the tip of the sword was directed, and the throat of the Huangqing Banner soldier who intercepted him was a little red. Behind him were the three carriages that were downstairs.

Xuanyuan Muxue waved his sleeves, and the two guns and Wusun Qian violently touched dozens of times and replied: "I am dressed in Han clothes, just like the ancestors according to me, I still have the power of a dragon and a tiger." You Qing people don't understand what it feels like for our Han soul to enter the body. If you don't accompany you, it doesn't hurt if this Xuanyuan City is given to you. Farewell!"

"I forgot, Brother Xuanyuan seems to have won the second place in the second martial arts traditional competition in Yuzhou County in this set of music last month, right? Give it all to me!"

Xuanyuan Muxue wanted to leave, but Wusun wanted to stop him, and the two were fighting again.

After Xuanyuan Muxue still had the strength to connect with several soldiers of the Huangqing Banner who surrounded and killed them, Wusun had no choice but to stop his subordinates from continuing to die.

He was careless, Xuanyuan Muxue flew down with more than a dozen people from the Feihan Sect, jumped off the suspension bridge, and led Qiu Feng, who had shown his strength, to fight and leave.

It looks like it's about to get out of the siege of the Huangqing Banner.

Wusun Yan's eyes became cold and fierce, and he motioned to the remaining Huangqing Banner soldiers to make way for Xuanyuan Muxue, and then turned around to deal with him to deal with the Blood Refining Sect corpse soldiers who planned to drive Huangqing Banner out of Xuanyuan City.

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Appendix:

In the second traditional martial arts competition in Heilongjiang Province, on August 22, 2004, Xuanyuan Muxue wore Hanfu to participate in the spearmanship, swordsmanship and soft equipment competitions, and won one silver medal and two bronze medals.

Through this competition, it can be proved that it is completely feasible to promote Hanfu-style martial arts uniforms in most martial arts projects, and also seek new ideas for the coordinated development of Hanfu and other traditional cultures.

In fact, along with Hanfu, there is also the martial spirit of the Han nation. The martial spirit is not advocating violence and blood, but a kind of bravery, heroism, righteousness, and chivalry to protect the homeland and protect justice. "Those who offend me as a strong man will be punished even if they are far away!" What a proud era it was. While we look forward to the return of Hanfu, we are also looking forward to regaining the martial spirit and blood of the past.

——Hanfu Movement Memorabilia 2013 Edition