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Su Huaijin stayed on top of Cangyun Peak for eight years.

It's not that he didn't want to go down the mountain to have a look, but after he announced his willingness to support the rebel army during the Battle of Cangyun, he found that he was literally tied to the mountain.

There were a lot of rebels who came here with their families. Although the mountain has repeatedly emphasized that only those who have real achievements in the uprising and are desperate are accepted, after such screening, the team that wants to go up the mountain is still endless.

It is really difficult to be a obedient citizen these days.

There are countless large and small armies uprising in various places, and countless people were killed by the government army to the point of life and death. These people trekked thousands of miles to Cangran full of hope, and Su Huaijin really couldn't do anything like drive them out.

However, his Cangyun Peak was not for the relief of the victims. All the rebels who went up the mountain had to receive force training with the disciples of Cangyun, and they were all broken up and divided into groups. Su Huaijin protected them until their bodies fully recovered, and they would Batch by batch, they were transported to military camps in various places.

But in this way, the status of the Cangran faction has also been unintentionally raised unprecedentedly. Those who were rescued when they were dying worshiped this place as a place of rebirth. The leaders of the powerful rebel army He could also realize the great value of this place. Later, it was difficult for Su Huaijin to even have time to stay in his bamboo house every day. He began to receive all kinds of visitors, and flirted with those heroes who were either ambitious or ambitious.

As a spiritual symbol, Cangran School is undoubtedly excellent, but it is not enough, far from enough.

Su Huaijin wants to participate in this turbulent and chaotic world. He has always had great ambitions. In his previous life, he was in a peaceful and prosperous world, so he determined to be a capable minister of the world. Now that he is limited to war, he also wants to make some achievements in this.

What he has always wanted to be is a leader who can influence the current situation, rather than follow the trend and listen to others.

He did a good job, and this... was undoubtedly the most unbearable life for the original Xie Changfeng.

"Changfeng...you, actually you don't have to be like this..."

Eight years later, Xie Changfeng has changed a lot compared to before. Mingxu sent away a heroic leader of the rebel army, and then returned to Ziyun Palace, looking at the junior master who was sitting on the head in a snow-white Taoist robe, he couldn't help but sigh.

He still remembers that Xie Changfeng when he was young - unrestrained and unrestrained, calm but enthusiastic. As the registered disciple of the former head, he is more than ten years older than that handsome junior. It can be said that watching him grow from a Babies picked up in swaddling grow up.

At the beginning, he couldn't say that he didn't have any injustices in the face of the master's obvious attention and partiality, but Xie Changfeng is really a person who is hard to hate. Mingxu watched him grow from such a little boy to an adult, so outstanding and so She is likable, but the feeling of jealousy at the beginning has long since turned into a defense that is even more serious than that of the master.

Later, Xie Changfeng went down the mountain to travel at the age of 15. Ming Xu, who stayed on the mountain to help the master with affairs, was like an old father who watched his daughter go out and fool around.

At that time, every time Xie Changfeng returned to the sect, he was always covered with shocking and serious injuries, but he always had a smile on his face, as if he didn't care, and he would comfort the anxious Ming imaginary.

People in the Jianghu, it's actually okay to get hurt a little bit.

But all of this changed in the year Master passed away...

Mingxu looked at the head of the sect, who was full of misty fairy spirit, but showed the majesty of the superior in his gestures, and felt his heart ache.

Sometimes he even felt that the junior who woke up from the extremely dangerous coma that time was a completely different person from before.

——Isn’t it just another person?

Su Huaijin slowly twirled the white jade rosary in her hand, looking at the white lighted palace gate, she was a little lost in thought, and couldn't hear Mingxu's words clearly for a while.

"Brother...?"

"It's nothing," Ming Xu sighed, "Now the situation at the foot of the mountain is gradually becoming clearer, do you have any new ideas?"

"Of course I have ideas." Su Huaijin smiled, stood up, and put his right hand behind his back, "Wei Ting is already dying, and now there are only three forces in the rebel army that can be supported. No matter who wins—at most one year, The capital should be captured."

Ming Xu was startled: "So fast? The [-] troops from the Northwest have just withdrawn. These people have been fighting against the Rong people in the bitterly cold border area all year round. Even if the rebels have a high fighting spirit, I'm afraid..."

Su Huaijin shook his head: "The Northwest Army is far less brave than ordinary people imagine. I have paid the most attention to the Northwest these years, and that place has long been eroded by moths. For many years, it has relied on the strong defense of Jing Yuguan City and the secrets of the Rong people." Begging for mercy—just talking about the number of people, the Northwest Army may not even have [-] people."

"That much difference?"

"That's right," Su Huaijin looked at the blue sky in the northwest of the palace gate, "I've had nothing to do, and I've been secretly wrestling with each other. After all these years, it's not bad to have half of them left."

"..."

"And those people have long been accustomed to being passive and sabotage. They are more proficient in running away than in rushing into battle. The imperial court is exhausted... Now what we want to think about is which side is most worthy of support."

"..." Ming Xu was speechless. In the past, Cang Ran Sect relied on him to handle the secular affairs. Although Xie Changfeng had never entered Taoism, his spirit of immortality seemed stronger than that of Taoist priests all over the mountain. At this point, he didn't understand at all how the junior brother, who didn't eat the fireworks of the world, became what he is now. It seems that he has been trained in the world of mortals for a long time. His eyes are clear, and when he looks closely, they are deep and bottomless.

Su Huaijin didn't expect him to answer, Cang Ran sent these Taoist priests to hide from the world, even Ming Xu, who is the most provocative among them, always has the nobility and innocence of an outsider, but this... is better than each of them. It's much better to be unpredictable.

Mingxu hesitated for a moment, then changed the subject: "How is Yuan'er, are you still arguing with me?"

This time it was Su Huaijin's turn to sigh.

Xie Yuan is a child he has carefully trained|trained. In the past eight years, he has not only learned martial arts, but also used various conditions to instill the world's overall situation and tricks into his young apprentice. He does not want to teach this child to become a The holy father who is full of naive ideas, it is difficult for such a person to live comfortably in this troubled world.

He never talked to Xie Yuan about these things, and he never taught him how to deal with the problem. What he taught Xie Yuan was the way of thinking that looked at the overall situation, which could make him face any disadvantages. Among them, you can think with ease.

But what he didn't expect was that the cultivation of Xie Yuan seemed to be too successful.

Now the child is only seventeen or eighteen years old, but he seems impatient to continue to stay on the boring and lonely mountain. Since last month, he has insisted on going down the mountain to enter the world.

It's not that Su Huaijin doesn't want him to go down the mountain. Xie Changfeng was fifteen years old, and in this era, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy is already an adult who can take care of himself.

But what Xie Yuan wants to do is not an ordinary thing. He grew up under the guidance of a knowledgeable master, and he is not satisfied with the joyful grievances of small fights. What he wants to do is to participate in this era of heroes. to go.

In other words, this kid is going to rebel.

Now that the current situation is turbulent and the three major rebel forces have basically formed and are evenly matched, this means that no matter which side Xie Yuan chooses to join, he will break the fragile balance.

Unless he concealed his identity as Cang Ran's first apprentice... But in that case, how could Su Huaijin, who was controlled by his apprentice, feel at ease.

He shook his head, put the string in his sleeve and put it away, and replied helplessly: "No...you actually called me last night, and I asked him to practice the Changfeng Sword three hundred times to calm down. This is not a temper tantrum." , and still haven’t rested yet.”

Mingxu was stunned: "This kid's character...you just watch it, don't let him hurt your body."

"I'm introspective," Su Huaijin walked out the door, "I don't see any guests today, I'll go back and talk to Yuan'er Haosheng, maybe we can discuss a regulation."

"Hurry up, hurry up," Mingxu pushed him back, "He's playing childish temper, don't fool around with me, Yuan'er is not ignorant, you analyze the situation with him, he always listens to you the most, think about it Tit for tat."

Su Huaijin smiled wryly, without saying anything more, went outside the gate of the palace to practice lightness kung fu, and hurried to the back mangosteen house.

It is not easy to perform Changfeng swordsmanship. Every ounce of internal energy must be controlled to the most subtle point...Three hundred times, Su Huaijin asked himself that even if he did it now, he would be exhausted, and his hands would be too soft for three days. bowl.

He was also out of breath yesterday... Xie Yuan has been raised by himself for eight years, and there has been almost no barrier between them. He really knows how to say something that can make his heart ache, and he doesn't show mercy at all. noodle.

As long as she thought of the child arguing with him with a voice that was almost choked, Su Huaijin felt that no matter how strong the defense line in her heart was, it would collapse.

In the end, he couldn't be completely honest with Xie Yuan, he had too many secrets that he couldn't tell him, and there was absolutely no way to make up for the relatives he lacked in the process of growing up.

Although Su Huaijin is a teacher for a day and a father for life, Su Huaijin always keeps in mind that he is just an outsider. He was not the one who received the tea as his apprentice, nor was he the one who fought bloody battles to save the little children from the iron heels of the frontier soldiers. He, he just accompanied and taught Xie Yuan for eight years, why should he brazenly use his status as a master to control him?

Su Huaijin lightly picked up a green pruning bamboo - Xie Changfeng's hut was hidden among the bamboo forest in the back mountain. He wanted to slow down his thoughts from the dark place first, and then calm down and explain the truth to his apprentice in detail.

In fact... it is not too difficult for a boy to make contributions. Xie Yuan's personality is different from his.

Su Huaijin had to admit that this apprentice was born to belong to the battlefield. Even in his previous life, Xie Yuan was definitely not a civil servant in the capital who ruled the world, but a military general who ruled the world.

He sighed again, and looked towards the front of the house with a slightly compromising mood, thinking that if the little apprentice was still struggling there, he would let him stop and rest, anyway, he was not in a hurry to finish it three hundred times.

Maybe they can take this time to chat... The brat is very tired, maybe he doesn't have the energy to yell at him anymore?

However, what he saw stunned him for a moment.

The open space in front of the house was empty, there was not a single fallen leaf on the ground, or the slightest trace of the sword wind.

There was only a lone Qiuhong sword inserted there.

Su Huaijin's heart trembled suddenly, and she appeared in front of the first sword he gave to Xie Yuan in an instant.

The tip of the sword was able to nail a piece of snow-white rice paper to the ground, and the flimsy paper rustled with the mountain wind.

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