I have a role in the heavens

Jiangnan is a water town, with rivers criss-crossing the rivers, forming a convenient and complex water network. Therefore, people in Jiangnan mostly choose waterways to travel, traveling thousands of miles by boat. Compared with the north, they have different conveniences.

On the pier, Hou Xibai stood among the crowd. There were people who were going north by boat, as well as laborers who were working on the pier to earn a living. Hou Xibai stood among the crowd in white clothes, standing out from the crowd. Very conspicuous.

Since the last time Hou Xibai opened Yang Gong's treasure house, he not only took out the evil emperor's relics, but also took some gold and silver jewelry. He suddenly became rich. Showing his wealth, he rented a cruise ship and wanted to travel around the mountains and rivers. Go north.

After all, Hou Xibai was used to living without money, and he was still stingy when it came to spending money. He did not rent a luxurious boat. The boat was not big and could only carry two or three people. It had a fairly clean room, which was better than what Hou Xibai had been doing before. The legs are much more comfortable.

In the room, Hou Xibai was sitting at the table. The table was not made of any precious wood, but ordinary jujube wood. The texture was tight and durable. There were some marks left by bumps on it. It should be The table has been passed down for three generations. It has been used for I don’t know how many years, so it can be considered an old item.

Hou Xibai poured a cup of steaming tea, with white mist curling up. The tea leaves were also some unknown varieties. The tea was mainly cheap and affordable. After a sip, it had a strong bitter taste, but it could refresh the mind.

While drinking tea, Hou Xibaizi complained about his cheap father-in-law Song Que, muttering in his mouth.

"Yuhua and I are in love, and I have never forced her to do anything. This old father-in-law actually shows his true intentions and even cuts through the void. I am the only one who can deal with it!"

"Anyone else, even Ning Daoqi, would have been killed with one sword!"

Hou Xibai recalled the scene just now with an annoyed look on his face. Song Que's knife cut through the void. Even the great master could not survive unscathed. This shows that Song Que is serious about this. He is a thief. The scum of the Demon Sect who stole the jade was extremely angry.

"However, I really didn't expect that Song Que had actually glimpsed the secrets of Shattered Void, and his combat power has exceeded that of the three great masters!"

Hou Xibai also had a look of admiration on his handsome face. He was surprised by Song Que's talent and wisdom. Song Que didn't practice the four great books and created his own heavenly sword. He was able to cut through the void and surpassed the unknown. how many people.

Hou Xibai put down the tea cup in his hand, raised his right hand, and poked the void in front of him gently. A black round hole opened. The black hole was not big, only the size of a chicken egg, but there was an extremely dangerous aura filling the air. Endless darkness is hidden behind the black hole, and endless suction is generated that will swallow up everything in the room.

Hou Xibai flicked his fingers, and an invisible wave rippled across the black hole. The void trembled slightly, and the black hole the size of a chicken egg healed and disappeared. This was the shattering of the void and the opening of the heavenly gate.

Hou Xibai has long been able to break the void and transcend the world. He has even traveled far beyond this and can freely choose whether to break the void or not. He has always stayed in the world and refused to leave.

Suddenly, Hou Xibai frowned slightly, turned his head and looked at Fangmen, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, stood up, opened Fangmen, and looked calmly at the young girl standing outside the door.

At first glance, this woman does not seem to be very beautiful. This may be because her outline gives people a bit of a masculine and heroic look, but her skin is white and reveals a healthy pink color. She has a noble and elegant temperament, long legs and a thin waist, and a beautiful figure. To be slim, an ordinary woman must be two inches taller, with bright eyes and white teeth. All these conditions combined together give people a strange feeling and form a very unique temperament.

"Come in and sit down!"

Hou Xibai stepped aside to make room and invited the young girl into the room. The two sat down at the table, facing each other.

"You're not surprised to see me at all. You seem to recognize me?"

The girl was not rude at all, she was refreshing and heroic. She picked up the cup and poured herself a cup of hot tea. She drank it in one gulp. Her delicate features on her handsome and handsome face suddenly squeezed together, with a bitter look on her face and bright eyes. With a hint of moisture, he frowned and asked.

"What kind of tea is this? Why is it so bitter?"

Upon seeing this, Hou Xibai's handsome and clean face showed a happy smile, admiring the girl's ugliness, he picked up his teacup leisurely and drank it all in one gulp. He even narrowed his eyes with an expression of great enjoyment. This made the girl a little more angry.

"You did this on purpose!"

"It's so abominable that you still have such an intoxicated expression on such a terrible tea!"

The young girl was bulging with anger, her cheeks were bulging like a pufferfish, her nose was slightly wrinkled, she rolled her eyes speechlessly, and said angrily.

"This is considered good tea in ordinary people's homes. It is indeed not as good as the good tea in your home. It is a bit bitter, but it has a little sweetness in the end, which is not bad!"

"Miss Song, you enjoy the best tea every day, so naturally you can't get used to drinking this kind of tea!"

"But Hou, a prodigal son, comes from a poor family. I couldn't afford this kind of tea before!"

Hou Xibai's face was calm, generous, and extremely free and easy, and he said to this young girl with a smile.

Hou Xibai is indeed a poor man. If he hadn't made a fortune recently in Yang Gong's treasury, he wouldn't be willing to spend money on tea. He would just look for water when he was thirsty.

"You really recognized my identity!"

"I guess we haven't met before, right?"

The young girl had a pretty face and a hint of curiosity. She seemed to have never met Hou Xibai before, so how did he recognize her identity.

Hou Xibai nodded, put the cup on the table, looked at the girl opposite, and said warmly.

"You and Yuhua look a bit alike!"

"But Yuhua has a gentle personality, soft on the outside and strong on the inside. Yuzhi, you are heroic and rebellious, more lively!"

The young girl opposite was none other than Song Yuzhi, the daughter of the Song family, Hou Xibai's cheap sister-in-law.

Song Yuzhi heard Hou Xibai visiting Song Que before in the Song Family Mountain City. She was very curious about the man her sister mentioned many times, so she secretly followed Hou Xibai and hid in the boat, wanting to see this man. What kind of person is this man who dares to provoke his father and make his sister worry about him?

Song Yuzhi's big eyes were extremely bright, and he looked at Hou Xibai unabashedly. Originally, such a move was very rude, but Song Yuzhi was upright and generous, without any shyness or dodge, and instead made people feel uncomfortable. This may be Song Yuzhi's charm. Well, he is elegant, free and heroic, just like a man.

Song Yuzhi looked at Hou Xibai carefully and nodded frequently. Hou Xibai was dressed in white, spotless, handsome and heroic, with slanted sword eyebrows and wise eyes, giving people a very calm feeling, with a vague smile on his face. , a little more bohemian, carefree and lazy. The combination of two completely different temperaments, mature and steady and lazy and leisurely, made Hou Xibai particularly attractive. This was the first time Song Yuzhi saw a man who could surpass his father Song Que in terms of appearance and temperament.

"You are indeed handsome and handsome. No wonder my sister always talks about you!"

Song Yuzhi had lived in Duzunbao for a period of time before. He wanted to accompany his sister Song Yuhua. He had already seen clues in Song Yuhua's words and deeds, and knew that the passionate young man in front of him was his sister's sweetheart.

Hou Xibai looked at the little girl in front of him and did not answer the topic, but asked curiously.

"Why did you sneak out and follow me?"

Song Yuzhi raised his head, with a look of pride on his face, and said matter-of-factly.

"Aren't I bored with my free time? It would be a good idea to have some fun with you!"

Speaking of this, Song Yuzhi's smart eyes filled with a hint of sadness. When she was traveling around the world, she met Kou Zhong, and there was some entanglement between the two. Song Yuzhi understood that as Song Que's daughter, she was like a gangster. There was no possibility for Kou Zhong, so he cut the knot with a sharp knife and cut off the relationship. Now he is still a little sad.

Hou Xibai looked at Song Yuzhi in front of him with some embarrassment. He really didn't want to have a dragster around him, and Song Yuzhi was not a peaceful person. With her along the way, there would be a lot of troubles.

When Song Yuzhi saw Hou Xibai's expression of embarrassment, he turned his big and smart eyes and said intelligently.

"Do you want to leave me behind?"

Hou Xibai's expression was stagnant, his eyes were evasive, he did not dare to look at Song Yuzhi opposite him, and he said with a guilty conscience.

"How is that possible? You must be overthinking!"

Song Yuzhi looked back suspiciously, and poured another cup of tea. The tea soup was not loud, and even had a dark color. Song Yuzhi drank it down without any hesitation. Although he frowned slightly, he did not complain, and was somewhat used to it. .

"I'm used to drinking this tea, it's not bad, it does have a bit of a pleasant aftertaste!"

Song Yuzhi didn't have those spoiled habits and was extremely adaptable, which made Hou Xibai appreciate her a little more. This girl was unpretentious and had a cheerful temperament, which made people like her.

"That's all, just stay with me for now!"

Hou Xibai stroked his forehead with his hand, and with a bit of helplessness, he agreed to Song Yuzhi's request and planned to take her with him for a while.

The boat went all the way north. After traveling for an unknown amount of time, Hou Xibai and Song Yuzhi finally landed ashore. Hou Xibai paid for two more horses and rode them north.

The weather in the north is dry and the sun is hot. It is not as humid as in the south. Song Yuzhi and Hou Xibai have walked all the way, and their skin has become much drier. The originally bright and tender lips have become a bit dry and flaky, and the delicate skin on their faces has become dry. It is much rougher and darker, and looks more heroic.

Song Yuzhi was riding on the horse, looking at Hou Xibai's leisurely back in front of him. He was still wearing white clothes and white skin, and his skin was white and tender. The harsh sunshine in the north and the manic wind and sand did not leave any traces on his handsome face, which made Song Yuzhi a little envious. , said sourly.

"You are a grown man, why do your skin still look so good in such weather?"

After Hou Xibai heard this, he looked back and looked at Song Yuzhi, who had become much rougher. During this period, Song Yuzhi followed him all the way north, sleeping in the open air, and indeed suffered a lot, which made it difficult for her.

"It will be easy for you to practice martial arts to a superior level, to be immune to cold and heat, and to remain youthful forever!"

"Ning Daoqi, the great master of the Taoist sect, is over a hundred years old, but he still has the youthful appearance. He looks like he is in his fifties at most. That's why!"

"The Yin Queen of the Demon Sect is also over sixty years old, and her appearance is still that of a thirty-year-old, charming and charming!"

Hou Xibai gave two examples. The martial arts in this world are indeed outstanding in terms of health preservation and maintenance. Whether it is the three great masters or the four great masters, they are all very old, about a hundred years old, and are still active in the martial arts world. In the arena. This is rare in the Jingu martial arts world. Only one great master, Zhang Sanfeng, lived over 100 years old and became a martial arts myth.

Hearing this, Song Yuzhi had a thoughtful expression on her face, and became a little more motivated to practice martial arts. This was the first time she heard that martial arts had such wonderful effects. It seemed that she would practice martial arts diligently in the future, and strive to become a seven-year-old and eighty-year-old. Beautiful as a girl.

The appeal of youth to women cannot be overshadowed. Song Yuzhi clenched her fists with excitement on her face, secretly encouraging herself.

Hou Xibai looked at Song Yuzhi who was so childish, chuckled, and continued.

"If you can't hold on anymore, go back by yourself!"

"My trip is very dangerous and I may not be able to take care of you!"

Song Yuzhi curled his lips in disdain and shouted loudly to Hou Xibai in front of him, full of energy to refuse to admit defeat.

"I, Song Yuzhi, am not a coquettish person who cannot bear hardships. Don't worry, I don't need your care!"

Hou Xibai's expression was gloomy, his eyes were somewhat solemn, and he had a serious look on his face. He tightened the reins in his hands, causing the horse to stop advancing, turned around and looked at the astonished Song Yuzhi, and said very seriously.

"I'm not kidding you, this trip is indeed extremely dangerous!"

Song Yuzhi quickly tightened the reins in his hands and stopped. His face became more serious and he asked curiously.

"You never told me, what exactly are you going to do?"

Song Yuzhi had asked this question before, but Hou Xibai never answered. Song Yuzhi didn't know what Hou Xibai was going to do.

Hou Xibai looked to the north, the grassland was about to arrive, he thought for a moment, looked up at Song Yuzhi, and said in a solemn voice.

"I want to go to the Turkic Royal Court!"

Song Yuzhi's face became a little more shocked, his eyes rippled, and he frowned and asked.

"What are you doing at the Turkic Royal Court?"

A fierce light flashed in Hou Xibai's eyes, and he said coldly with a hint of coldness.

"Nowadays, the Central Plains is in troubled times. The Turks are interfering in the affairs of the Central Plains, stirring up trouble and rain, and benefiting from it!"

"I want to cause some trouble for the Turks, assassinate the king, kill Jieli Khan, cause civil strife in the Turks, and buy time for the unification of the Central Plains!"

As soon as Hou Xibai said these words, Song Yuzhi's eyes widened in shock, his mouth opened slightly, he looked at Hou Xibai with a look of shock, and exclaimed in surprise.

"You're crazy, you don't want to live anymore!"

"Turkish Jieli Khan commanded hundreds of thousands of cavalry. The royal court was heavily guarded with countless masters. There were also five thousand iron arrow guards around to protect them. These people were all elites trained by the Martial Lord Bixuan himself. One against ten, it was enough. Withstanding an army of fifty thousand, even Grandmaster Ning Daoqi would never have thought that he could assassinate Jieli Khan under such circumstances!"

Song Yuzhi still knew something about the Turks. Song Que was a master of military art in the world and knew all the major forces in the world. Song Yuzhi was well-educated and knew a lot about the art of war and military affairs.

Hou Xibai didn't take it seriously. He looked at the northern grassland with a heroic spirit and said loudly and unruly.

"What Ning Daoqi can't do doesn't mean that I, Hou Xibai, can't do it too!"

"I want to kill Jie Li's head!"

Song Yuzhi was very anxious and excited, her pretty face turned red and full of worry, and she sternly stopped him.

"Even if you can break through the Iron Arrow Guard's blockade and sneak into the Turkic King's tent, there is still the Martial Lord Bixuan!"

"He has always been responsible for guarding the safety of the Turkic Khan. How could you assassinate Jieli Khan under the protection of Bi Xuan!"

Song Yuzhi didn't understand where Hou Xibai came from so much confidence. They were five thousand elite cavalry, plus Grand Master Bi Xuan. With such defense power, not to mention Hou Xibai, even if the two great masters Ning Daoqi and Fu Cailin joined forces, it would be difficult to succeed. It would be good if he escaped unscathed.

Hou Xibai's brows stretched, showing a bit of indifference. He was free and bold, and his tone was shockingly loud, and he said boldly.

"Is the Grand Master Martial Master Bixuan?"

"If Bi Xuan stops me, just kill him together. From now on, there will no longer be three great masters in the world!"

Hou Xibai's words were such an understatement, as if Bi Xuan, the martial lord who was revered as a god by the grassland people outside the Great Wall, was just an ant that could be crushed to death without any effort. This made Song Yuzhi dumbfounded and speechless. Looked at Hou Xibai.

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

"That's Martial Master Bi Xuan, one of the three great masters. He has dominated the world for decades. His reputation is far-reaching and he is respected as a god by the grassland people!"

Song Yuzhi's eyes widened and she questioned Hou Xibai in a loud voice. She hoped that Hou Xibai could be more sensible and not seek death.

"so what?"

"I only know that the Central Plains cannot tolerate foreigners running rampant. Someone has to take action!"

Hou Xibai answered Song Yuzhi calmly, with an indomitable and determined expression on his face, which was extremely serious, solemn and great.

Song Yuzhi looked at Hou Xibai blankly. He had never seen Hou Xibai look like this before. He was so heroic and masculine, which made people's hearts flutter.

Song Yuzhi followed Hou Xibai all the way, and she understood Hou Xibai's temperament. He was lazy, carefree, and uninhibited. He always liked to complain and ridicule people. Song Yuzhi sometimes felt so angry that he couldn't understand why his sister Song Yuhua would treat this prodigal son. I will never forget it and worry about it endlessly.

Now looking at the tragic, generous and heroic Hou Xibai, Song Yuzhi finally understood her sister's thoughts. Hou Xibai was very much like his father, with his own persistent ideals, magnanimity, broad mind, and righteousness in his heart. He was not an ordinary man who could compare with him. of.

Another figure appeared in Song Yuzhi's mind. It was the little gangster Kou Zhong, the man who threatened to dominate the world and dominate the battlefield in the future. His heart suddenly felt relaxed. Kou Zhonghe gave up life and death for the safety of the Central Plains and the justice of the world. Compared with Hou Xibai, he no longer has the same appeal as before.