[Jian Wang III] Prosperous Tang Dynasty

The weather these few days has been gloomy, with drizzle from time to time, not too heavy, but it lasts for a long time, making people feel gloomy.

Yang Ning, the chief coach of Tiance Mansion, stood guard in front of Beiman Mountain, wearing heavy armor and holding his beloved Sky Spear Xueyue, as motionless as a mountain.

He is the only one here, and the main battle force is on the main gate and the eight formations. He is the only one guarding Beiman Mountain.

The rain that had stopped for a day began to fall again, and the tiny raindrops gently hit his armor and Xueyue, making them moist and gathering crystal drops of water, which slid down the arc of the outline and dripped down. on the ground.

Yang Ning was standing facing the direction of the wind. The wind was not strong, but it also blew light raindrops on his face. After a while, small water droplets formed from his eyelashes, and the water droplets flowed down his face when he blinked. It flowed down, along the jaw and neck, and disappeared into the crimson collar.

He didn't know how long he had been standing before he vaguely felt a slight vibration coming from the ground. The vibration knocked off a few pieces of earth and rocks on the nearby hill, rolling around, and some of them rolled down to his feet.

Not long after, a team of Spike Army appeared in the field of vision, Yang Ning still didn't move, watching the Spike Army getting closer, he raised his hand blankly, Xueyue "huh" by his side An arc was drawn, and the tip of the silver-white spear drew an afterimage of a crescent moon, which slammed on the wooden stake next to it.

From nowhere, there was a slight sound of gears turning. On the hillsides on both sides, a lot of sand and stones rolled down, and a row of crossbows sprung up quietly like mushrooms after a rain. rain!

The arrows of the mechanical crossbow were much heavier than ordinary bows and arrows. The short arrows of refined iron broke through the armor of the Spike Army and pierced deeply into the body.

The dense and sharp rain of arrows shot and killed many Spikes in the front row of the team, and abruptly blocked the progress of the team. The Spikes stopped outside the Beiman Pass, facing Yang Ning across the narrow pass.

Yang Ning swung his gun again, and slapped the rock on the other side, only to hear the rumbling sound of shaking the mountain, several huge rolling stones rolled down the hillside, and smashed their heads and faces in the direction of the Spike Army.

The team started to riot, the people in front hurriedly retreated to avoid the rolling stones, the people behind were tripped because they couldn't back up, the orderly formation was disrupted in an instant, more people were trampled and injured than those killed and injured by the rolling stones!

Yang Ning let out a soft snort, a little sarcastically, thinking of something, and quickly pursed his lips and drew them into a straight line.

Beiman Mountain has always been easy to defend and difficult to attack. There is only a narrow mountain road connected to the inside of Tiance Mansion, and the military strategist Zhu Jianqiu has also set up many traps at the mountain pass. No small price to pay.

In a small mountain pass, [-] Spikes were blocked outside, unable to retreat or enter, and although Yang Ning was guarding the pass alone, he showed an audacious momentum no less than a thousand troops.

The two sides were in a stalemate for a while, and suddenly a light-colored figure floated out of the Spike Army, with a graceful figure and a charming laugh. The silk skirt was woven as if pulled by running water, reflecting the color of the blue sky and the dots of light, outlining the Her extremely alluring figure.

She walked to the front of the Spike Army team, casually raised her hand and brushed her long silver hair behind her, revealing her smooth shoulders.Her skin is not fair, it is a faint honey color, but her gestures are all seductive and charming.

Elder Wolf Fang Reaching for the Stars, Su Mansha.

Yang Ning looked at her, and took another shot at the side with a blank face, and dense wooden figures appeared on the mountain road, like a group of termites waiting for orders.

Su Mansha's body floated up lightly, stepping on a stone and leaping up with her strength, like a blue butterfly, flying lightly and skillfully into the mountain road.

The continuous crossbows on the hills on both sides immediately activated, shooting a rain of black arrows in an instant, Su Mansha did not rush, her toes were on a protruding stone, her figure was raised again, and she avoided the continuous arrows just right. Crossbow range.

Under her feet, a small clod of soil rolled down and hit the wooden man lightly. There was only a bang, the flames flashed in the black smoke, and the scorching air waves spread to the surroundings. After several explosions, It was calm again, and the wooden crowd was submerged in the billowing smoke, making it hard to see clearly.

The blue shadow flashed away in mid-air and landed not far from Yang Ning.Su Mansha smoothed the folds on the skirt, looked at the black marks on the skirt and shoe tips, and frowned.

She put on light and delicate eye makeup, and the light blue eye shadow was smudged, which made her eyes more lustrous and affectionate. When she frowned, those eyes that seemed to contain a cut of autumn water seemed to be about to shed tears Generally, it hurts.

Yang Ning glanced sideways at her with a thoughtful expression.

Su Mansha also looked up at him, her red lips pursed into a hazy smile, and she walked towards him step by step.

"Guarding this Beimang Mountain alone, Coach Yang is really mighty." Her voice was a little hoarse, a very delicate hoarseness, as if wearing a small hook, in people's ears, on the tip of the heart, a hook With a tick, "I'm a concubine... I admire her very much."

Her blue and white sleeves were swaying, carrying a faint fragrance of daughter, her body was like a willow blown by the spring breeze, she floated gracefully to Yang Ning's side, her soft hand gently pressed on his arm.

Yang Ning looked down at the little hand on his arm, motionless.

Su Mansha gave another chuckle, leaned over lightly, rubbed the trembling softness of her chest on his arm, raised her beautiful face, raised her delicate chin, and drew a seductive arc, along the The neck winds down, ups and downs out of a deep and seductive landscape.

"Tiance Mansion is already approaching the city, Coach Yang..."

brush!

A waning snowy moon seemed to appear in the void. The icy moon hook was beautiful and elegant, but it also carried a strong murderous intent. A blue shadow fled in embarrassment under this elegant murderous intent, and hurriedly retreated.

Su Mansha was almost pierced by this unexpected attack, and retreated in a panic. Although there was no scar on the surface, the aura of the sky gun still shocked her viscera like a heavy punch, making her blood surge. As if it had been torn apart!

"I finally remembered," Yang Ning said in a tone without ups and downs, "Your name is Su Mansha, one of An Lushan's lackeys."

Following his calm voice, the snow-colored moon pierced through the sky, and one round after another joined together to form a tight killing intent. Su Mansha reluctantly took a few moves, but in the end because she missed the initiative, she retreated again and again. .

The silver-white gun tail swept across, and the silk flew out from Su Mansha's hand, wrapping it tightly, the gun tail slowed down slightly, but still hit her chest heavily, sending her flying!

Su Mansha spat out a mouthful of blood, and the silk and satin shattered and fell to the ground. While regretting that she didn't bring a weapon, she secretly hated Yang Ning's heart like a stone.

Hitting the back against a withered tree trunk, on the left is the Beimang Mountain Pass full of organs, and the escape route on the right has been blocked by Yang Ning's guns. Seeing the dazzling silver light in front of her eyes getting stronger and stronger, Su Mansha's face turned pale, and she lost her voice in shock. Call.

"Master save me!!"

Ding--

The silver light stopped in front of her eyebrows, and an exquisite sword protruded from the side, firmly blocking the tip of Xueyue's spear.

The sword moved, and suddenly it slashed fiercely, and the sharp sword energy turned into a sharp blade and flew out flat.The silver spear retreated abruptly, and suddenly raised the point of the spear obliquely, the sword energy was broken from it and dissipated to both sides.

A large piece of the withered lawn on the ground was cut off by the gun and sword, exposing the land. At one end of the bare land, a man wearing a pale gold arrow sleeve shirt stood in front of Su Mansha, with a long sword in his hand pointing at the ground. It is draped over the shoulders and tied slightly with a black rope, and two thin braids hang from the other shoulder.

Su Mansha looked at his back, moved her red lips slightly, and called "Master" in a low voice.

Linghu Shang turned his face sideways, the silver jewelry on his forehead flashed coldly, the pendant hanging on his side face swayed a stream of light, his eyelashes drooped, his indifferent eyes fell on her, the curve of his side face was almost ruthlessly beautiful.

"Go back."

"...Yes." Su Mansha lowered her head, supported the dead wood to stand up, supported her injured body and quickly retreated to the team of Spikes.

Yang Ning was looking at him, suddenly sneered, and said lazily, "Who am I, it turns out to be An Manzi's other lackey, Linghu Shang."

"Teacher Yang can remember my name, I'm really flattered." Linghu Shang said indifferently, "Teacher Yang guards Beiman Mountain all by himself, and our Spike Army has tens of thousands of people, and it's only a matter of time before we invade Beimang. If Coach Yang is a smart person, he will know what to do."

"Hey, I don't deny that you have a large number of people, and you and your apprentice can easily escape the mechanism." Yang Ning raised his hand, and shot a stone at his feet flying, and the stone hit an unremarkable person. There was a booming sound on the small pit and the mountain road, and the falling thorns and rolling stones knocked away the Spike Army who tried to break in, leaving behind several bloody corpses, "However, not everyone is a master. It will make you pay the greatest price!"

It is true that there are many Wolf Fangs, but the terrain of Beimang Mountain is really not easy to attack, and Zhu Jianqiu's elaborate traps in Beimang Mountain are not vegetarian.

Of course Linghu Shang also knew the consequences of forcefully breaking in, but that wasn't what he cared about.

"Even if you pay the price, Beimang Mountain must be broken." His eyes moved from the deep gun marks on the ground to Yang Ning, and paused on his silver gun, "However, I want to fight with Yang Ning." The coach makes a deal."

Yang Ning narrowed his eyes and didn't speak.

"Teacher Yang has extraordinary skills, he is really a rare master. I admire him in my heart, and I want to ask for advice." Linghu said sadly, "If Coach Yang wins in the duel, I will take the army in my hand and withdraw from Beiman Mountain. If Coach Yang loses, all organs in Beiman Mountain will be destroyed."

"Is this true?"

"really."

"You can call the shots?"

"I am their Lord."

"Success." Yang Ning lifted Xueyue up, and there was a cold light on the tip of the gun, "Then I will meet you for a while."

Linghu Shang raised his hand and gestured in the direction of the Spike Army, signaling them to stand still and stand by on the spot, and then put a long sword in his hand, ready for battle.

Yang Ning would not be polite to him, he clapped his palm on the end of the gun, and the silver gun shot out like an arrow off the string, dragging out a long silver light like a shooting star.

The silver streamer approached through the air, Linghu Shang took half a step back with one foot, and touched the ground, the long sword in his hand suddenly raised, flashed in front of him, hit the silver spear, and pressed to the side with a clang.

The silver spear that was pushed to the side suddenly didn't move, it was as heavy as a mountain, Yang Ning held the barrel of the gun and slammed it violently, Xue Yue seemed to turn into a flood dragon, wagging its tail angrily, tumbling and rushing.

With a sudden retraction of the long sword, General Linghu Shang blocked the heavy blow from the silver spear and slid back away with his strength. The heavy wind crushed past his feet, crushing a large piece of dead leaves into pieces!

Yang Ning followed closely, his figure jumped up suddenly, his waist was leaned back to the extreme, almost bent into a bow that was drawn to the maximum, and then the string was released suddenly, and he shot away with the sky spear in his hand as if it had turned into a nine-day thunder calamity. With Linghu hurt, he slashed down brazenly!

The silver light reflected in his eyes into jumping flames, and the abyss in Linghu Shang's eyes surged in the flames, a fierce light flashed, he did not retreat, he raised his long sword horizontally in front of him with both hands, and received this fierce blow.

boom! ! ! !

The loud noise was deafening, as if a cannon exploded between them, invisible air waves poured in all directions, no matter grass blades or shrubs were pressed close to the ground, flying sand and stones billowed in thick smoke, the ground under their feet cracked Cracks like spider webs extend around.

The blood in Linghu's chest was surging, he gritted his teeth and forcefully suppressed the blood that had reached his throat, looked at Yang Ning on the other side of the gun and sword, his eyes were dark, "Do you have internal injuries?"

"So what?" Yang Ning laughed, his pale lips were stained red with blood, and his bloodshot eyes were frightening, "I'm going to beat you anyway!"

Linghu Shang didn't say any more, the long sword beeped, the blue light was faint, and the fighting spirit surged again.

The continuous rain gradually became denser, and the sky and the earth were soaked with moisture.

However, this fine rain did not touch the body of the fighting two people at all. When they got closer, the fierce aura would block the rain or shred it into fog. When viewed from a distance, it seemed that there was a silver A halo of light covered them, and the shadow of sword, light and sword containing Sha also became hazy in this light haze.

As time passed, the sun hidden in the lead cloud had already set to the west, and the sky and the earth became a little dark.

The light of the knife in the rain screen mask is getting brighter and brighter, and it has completely submerged the figure in it, and even feels dizzy after watching it for a long time.

Water accumulated on the shaved pitted ground, forming large and small puddles. Occasionally, blood splashed down, dyeing the puddles a light red color, and a rust-like smell permeated the air.

The saber light became more and more intense, as if it had reached its peak, suddenly a black figure shot out from the peak light, followed by another white figure, slamming into the low hillside one after the other.

Boom! ! !

The earth shakes and the mountains shake!For a moment, it seemed that even the rain had stopped for a moment, and the dazzling mask quickly receded and disappeared into the darkness.

Yang Ning's body was almost sunk into the mountain, his helmet had been damaged in this fight, and the armor on his body was also torn and covered with blood-stained sword marks. The sharp long sword was next to his neck, and the sword energy cut his skin, and the blood Slowly flow from the mouth of blood.

And Linghushang was also very embarrassed, the pale gold and white clothes on his body could no longer see the original color, as if he had just crawled out of a pool of blood, his left hand could not be fully lifted, Yang Ning's spear pointed at his throat, Blood dripped from the prick on his skin.

"Heh... I didn't expect that I could only draw with Coach Yang who was suffering from internal injuries." Linghu Shang's voice was low and hoarse, with blood seeping every word, "I lost. I will fulfill the agreement and withdraw Beimang Mountain."

Yang Ning snorted, retracted the weapon at the same time as him, and leaned on the gun to prop up his body.

Linghu Shang dragged his heavy body for a few steps, Su Mansha hurried over, pulled his arm onto her shoulders, hugged his waist, and helped him back to the Spike Army team.

"Cough... the whole army obeys the order! Withdraw!"

"Wait!" A man in the team came out on a horse, and said angrily, "Elder Zhu Ri ordered the army to retreat at this time, let this great opportunity go unused, and you will delay the important military aircraft..."

"An Qingxu." Linghu Shang looked at him sideways, his eyes unmoved, "Here, I am the leader, and my orders are military orders. Don't think that because your surname is An, I dare not kill you."

An Qingxu's face turned pale instantly, he couldn't tell whether it was anger or panic, his eyes flickered and stared at him for a while, and finally he returned to the cavalry team.

The Spike Army retreated from the front of Beiman Mountain, Linghu Shang walked in the middle of the team under the care of Su Mansha, while An Qingxu watched their backs, the speed became slower and slower, and gradually fell to the end of the team.

He took out the bow and arrow from his back, turned around and drew the bow, and shot an arrow at Yang Ning on the other side of the mountain!

Tsk - the arrow went straight into Yang Ning's back, and he was taken a few steps forward by the momentum of the arrow, and fell to the ground with a plop, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The Spike Army finally withdrew completely and was never seen again. The heavy lead cloud dispersed a little, the setting sun was half down, and Yang Ning was the only one left on the empty land.

Leaning on the gun, he struggled to prop himself up, and knelt on the ground, with scorching blood flowing from his body, as if even the red twilight was formed by his blood, so shockingly red.

In the blurred vision, a black figure appeared in the bloody twilight, calling his name loudly, weeping blood.

"Yang Ning!"

Such a familiar person...Yang Ning pulled the corner of his mouth and wanted to smile.It's a little national teacher... He actually grows so tall...

The cold fragrance with a moist breath rushed towards his face, Yang Ning tried hard to see the boy in front of him clearly, slowly raised his left hand, pressed it on his shoulder, and smiled at him lightly.

"Little...little national teacher, I'm guarding Beimang Mountain..."

As a national teacher, although Su Jixian has little relationship with Tiance Mansion, the head coach Yang Ning is very good with him.

Back then when he made friends with Tiance Mansion, Su Jixian was still young, because he grew up slowly, he looked like a child, but Yang Ning, who always liked to play with children, teased him like a child.

It can be said that Yang Ning was the only one who treated Master Yunjing as a child in the court.

The sight became a little clearer, Yang Ning looked at the little national teacher who quickly took out the pill and stuffed it into his mouth, swallowed the pill and said in a hoarse voice: "Little national teacher has grown up a lot... Let me tell you..."

"Don't talk!" Su Jixian took out the hemostatic powder, and patted Yang Ning's body as if he didn't want money. After a while, his fingers were covered with his blood.

"I held my breath just to say these few words..."

"Hold your breath!"

"No... I'm afraid I won't have a chance if I don't say it..." Yang Ning tightened his hands on his shoulders, "It was Linghushang who led the troops to attack Beiman Mountain just now... His martial arts are very high. Years ago, you couldn’t beat him, but...now you can probably...cough! An Lushan should rely on him a lot, but Linghu Shang is not a person who is suitable for leading troops...Are you listening?!"

Su Jixian broke off the tattered armor on his body without raising his head, "I'm listening to you continue talking!"

"Linghushang is not suitable for leading troops...he is a person who wants to challenge a master when he meets a master. For his challenge, he...he can put aside important military affairs and ignore them, and An Lushan can't do it. Can't help him... hiss! Be gentle, little national teacher! I'm going to die, can you be gentle?"

Su Jixian used the dagger to cut open the surrounding muscles with the arrow wound on his back, his movements were extremely steady, without any hesitation or trembling, "Don't die... Hold on!"

"I don't want to die either..." Yang Ning smiled weakly, "When you meet Linghushang in the future, you...you can definitely use him to disrupt An Lushan's plan if you provoke him a little... There is a woman beside him called ...It's called Su Mansha, this is nothing to worry about..."

Su Jixian pulled out the arrow from his back, threw it aside, poured a bottle of wound medicine on his wound, tore off the hem of his jacket and pressed it firmly.

"Little national teacher... I can't do it..."

"Hold on! Someone will come to rescue soon!" Su Jixian tore the cloak into strips, wrapped it around his wound, put his palm on his chest, and kept using his internal force to protect his heart, "Yang Ning, listen, your daughter-in-law is already pregnant, you... you support me, and you can hold your son in the future... Yang Ning!"

"But I can't hold it anymore..." Yang Ning leaned on Su Jixian's thin and thin shoulders, his eyes gradually drifted away to the distance where the flames of war were raging, and his voice became weaker and weaker, "Yun Jing... That's it... just, just me..."

"Yang Ning?!"

"...Bury me in Beimang Mountain..."

"Yang Ning!!!"

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