martial law

When he was in the world of the Republic of China, he played in harmony with Xianglian Qinse. With his finger coordination, this piano art is not impossible to learn.

In the past, before time travel, he was actually a music enthusiast, but his skills were not high.

During his time with Xianglian, he even reproduced some of the nice songs that he had heard in later generations with the sound of the piano one by one.

Therefore, his piano skills are not very good, but they are not bad either.

However, the piece he is playing now is not any one in memory.

It's a mood, a deduction.

The sound of the piano is like a tide, but it just started.

Song Yuzhi and Li Xiuning had already been drawn into the Qujing.

There are thousands of miles of mountains and rivers in front of you, which are pointed by the Qi flag.

Millions of Jiangdu troops marched southward, directly attacking Lingnan.

Several armies bypassed the pass, picked up the Duzun Fort, and attacked the mountain city directly. The Song family's army in Lingnan was defeated layer by layer, and they were completely unable to resist.

With a knife in hand, Song Que stopped in front of the mountain city.

There are millions of elders behind.

Yang Lin rode his horse out of the battle, and the coiling dragon stick fell down with one blow, smashing the sky, splitting the void, and howling the wind.

Song Que roared angrily and came out with nine knives. He was directly smashed into pieces by the stick, and scattered into flying ash when he was twisted by the strong wind.

"No...you're a liar."

When Ning Yuzhi heard this, he let out a soft drink, and began to cry.

The sound of the piano is like smoke and illusion, and the foreground looks real, as if it has happened or is about to happen.

She simply couldn't lie to herself and say it was fake.

Because anything is possible.

Including the last blow from the sky.

Also, the torrent of cavalry troops flooded the mountain city of Songjia, and the century-old foundation was destroyed in one torch.

"I know you don't like war, only peace and security, and I don't like it either.

However, if there is no biting cold, how can there be the fragrance of plum blossoms, and if there is no bloodshed, how can there be peace? "

At a glance, Yang Lin seemed to see through Song Yuzhi's deepest longing.

Shen Sheng asked: "When you came to Jiangdu, what did your father say, what kind of conditions do you need to cooperate with Jiangdu to send troops, or to submit to me?"

In Yang Lin's vision.

Lingnan Song dynasty has always been the most important link.

No matter whether he can pacify the Central Plains or Lingnan, he can't let it go.

He reckoned that he wanted to get titles like "Liu Fang Eternal" or "Famous in History", make a big fortune, and put down the separatist forces in all directions. This must be the basic condition.

Want to pacify Lingnan.

Leading troops to fight is naturally the next strategy.

Just like the scene shown to Song Yuzhi just now.

Be tempted by your heart and deduce reality with your spirit. If you say it is false, it is actually true.

In the end, it can really be smashed into a piece of scorched earth.

But Song Que will still stand up in the end, whether for private or public, he will fight to the death.

Why bother?

He felt that the Song Clan and himself should have the same aspirations.

This side is the most difficult to fight, but also the best to fight.

It is not easy to fight because the environment in that place is very harsh, and there are poisonous insects and humidity. It is time-consuming and laborious to fight, and the casualties are definitely heavy.

It's best to fight because the people in Lingnan don't have a strong desire to fight, including the Song Clan, they just want to guard this one-third of an acre of land and live a good life behind closed doors.

Yes.

They have no ambitions.

As long as you move with emotion and reason, you can easily get this enclave, and also get an invincible army trained by Song Que himself.

Here, only a suitable reason is needed.

And Song Yuzhi can be used as a link.

Although this silly girl was very resistant.

"Daddy, daddy said that he wants the prince to go to the Knife Grinding Hall to persuade him to hold a long knife.

If you can persuade him, you can help him, if you can't, just wait for the opportunity. "

"I understand."

Yang Lin narrowed his eyes, thought for a while, and said with a smile: "Before the autumn harvest, I happen to have time.

Since Tiandao is invited, it doesn't take too much time to go there, so let's go home with you, no matter what kind of rough-footed son-in-law, he must go to see the woman's natal family. "

"What... what... what kind of son-in-law?"

Song Yuzhi stuttered.

"Haha, it's better to hit the sun than choose the day. Let's start tomorrow."

Yang Lin also stopped teasing her.

"You know everything, but you still keep pretending to be stupid... The highest level of the Heavenly Sword, there is nothing other than giving up the sword.

If your father couldn't give up the knife, he couldn't win against me; if he gave up the knife, he gave up the mountain city, the millions of people, and the old relatives and friends, the love of children... How do you think he would choose? "

Song Yuzhi opened his mouth and couldn't speak.

Immediately burst into tears.

She knew that what Yang Lin said was true.

Sometimes, life is always involuntary.

To get something, you have to give up something.

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Chapter 380 Heavenly Sword, Demonic Sword

"Extremely sword, extremely Tao, extremely read."

"When you get the sword, forget the sword. There is nothing but the sword."

"There is law but there is no law, and there is no way to hide the law."

This is Song Que's evaluation that Yang Lin got from others.

Whether it's the righteous way or the magic door, when they mention Song Que, they feel that he is a perfect person. The only shortcoming is that he has no shortcomings.

You may think that he is interested in power when he monopolizes the twenty prefectures in Lingnan, but in fact he is not. In his eyes, the situation in the world is actually a game of chess.

When you are interested, you can mobilize hundreds of thousands of troops and point directly at the Central Plains.

When he lost his interest, he would just say a few words for his old lover, or make a few gestures with Ning Daoqi, and then he would turn around and give up the business of fighting the world. In his opinion, it was a matter of doing whatever he wanted.

When you rise up, you will go, and when you are exhausted, you will return, it is so willful.

Therefore, from the bottom of his heart, this person does not admire power.

Power, in his eyes, is not as fond of him as the Narcissus knife in his hand.

Power is like floating clouds to him, so what about reputation?

He doesn't care about reputation either.

He hasn't used a sword for 20 years, so he doesn't care how many people in the world admit how strong his sword skills are?How deep is the skill.

Even if the world ranks him behind the three great masters, he doesn't care at all.

Although, maybe his own strength may actually surpass the three great masters.

In his opinion, reputation is actually not as good as shit.

So what does he care about?

Care about family, or friendship, or love?

don't care either.

The two daughters can be sent out as a tool for marriage, and the son goes with the flow, and doesn't bother to teach, or even get too close.

The wife he married was a random ugly girl, so that he would not be obsessed with beauty, so he could concentrate on swordsmanship and martial arts.

Bi Xiuxin and Fan Qinghui, the two beauties whom he admired in his youth, never fought because of his ideals. To put it bluntly, he would not give in, nor did he have any desire to get it.

such a person.

Such a knife.

Yang Lin thought it was really interesting.

Just like the "extreme love, extreme sword" in another story, his "extreme sword, extreme Tao" is not far behind, and he has also reached an extreme.

Capital with Shattered Void.

It's just that that person has a comparable opponent, who can make himself shattered directly during the battle, when his life is at its strongest, and see another world.

As for Song Que, he didn't even have the desire to shatter the void.

He simply loves swords, not because he has practiced swords to the extreme, can become immortals and ancestors, and can shatter the void.

Whether the other world is beautiful or sinister has nothing to do with him.

"So, in your eyes, what kind of person is your father?"

Yang Lin asked with great interest.

He felt that the Song Que in the world's legends was like everything, except that he didn't look like a person.

"I don't know, I don't know what my father is thinking? Sometimes I feel that he doesn't think about anything at all, but just sits in the knife sharpening hall all night long, neither practicing knife nor doing anything, as if Meditation, it seems to be nostalgic."

Song Yuzhi's eyes were filled with admiration and fear.

She couldn't even remember whether her father ever hugged her when she was a child.

My sister, Song Yuhua, is not having a happy life.

Xie Wenlong, the son of Xie Hui, the owner of Bashu's exclusive castle, was able to marry Miss Song not because of how outstanding he was.

But because of his status and lineage.

Song Yuhua's role is to stabilize this territory so that there will be no chaos. Other love affairs have nothing to do with her.

It doesn't matter what she thinks.

And myself.

Back then when Li Mi raised an issue and brought Li Tianfan to propose marriage, his father agreed without any other reason, because the other party was a powerful force with a chance to dominate the world.

As for personal wishes, it doesn't really matter.

Thinking of this, Song Yuzhi glanced at Yang Lin secretly again. He thought that his past would create a barrier in the other party's heart, but he was surprised to find that it didn't.

All the way to Lingnan, staying and flying together for so many days, unexpectedly, this person turned out to be very peaceful.

This journey turned out to be a rare happy time in my life.

This is a little strange.

In terms of reputation, Yang Lin, the king of the mountain, is famous all over the world. He is all based in the south of the Yangtze River, and his sword points to the north of the Yangtze River. He has an army of more than one million.

No matter how ill-informed the mountain old man is, he can know that this is a big shot, a big hero.

In terms of martial arts, under the joint siege of Ning Daoqi, the number one master of Taoism in the world, and Liao Kong, a Buddhist monk, they blatantly killed each other.

At the same time, he alone suppressed both Buddhism and Taoism in the Central Plains, and his force was so powerful that no matter how powerful he was, he would not dare to call him a master in front of him.