Looking back

The style, which requires one person to use the Quanzhen swordsmanship and the other to use the Jade Girl swordsmanship.She has never been able to penetrate it, she often sighs, with her aptitude, I am afraid that she will not be able to penetrate it in this lifetime, I just hope that I will devote myself to practicing hard, and maybe one day I can do it for her.

I don't know if it's really so difficult to understand, or she doesn't want to understand it from the bottom of her heart.

Her hatred of the Quanzhen Sect was too strong to be resolved.Be it love or hate, I never thought that human feelings could be so strong and long-lasting.Mochou doesn't understand these grievances and grievances. She is still a cute and innocent child with a round face, but she is too serious and stubborn.She is clever and meticulous, and her martial arts are much better than mine. The internal strength of Hanyu Bed in the past two years vs. zero, and the excellent moves left by Lin Chaoying vs. the three punches and two kicks of the Jiangnan Seven Monsters, naturally won.

So she expressed great dissatisfaction with me, who is weaker than her, for being her senior sister, so I told her that it is common for senior sisters to be better than senior sisters, but if junior sisters are better than senior sisters, people will think this Junior sister is amazing.After hearing these words, she happily accepted the existence of me, a good-for-nothing senior sister, but she didn't know if Xiao Longnu's kung fu surpassed hers in the future, would she be particularly troubled by it.

Xiaolongnv is not a few years older than Yang Guo. Since Yang Guo's father is still a child at this time, Xiaolongnv may not have been born yet.In this world, would there still be Zener and his aunt?Yes or no, it doesn't matter, everyone, whether they are the protagonists or not, anyway, they all have their own destiny, and each has their own destiny.

But what is the fate of me, an outsider?

From history to martial arts, from drinking blood to the splendid Central Plains, and then to outlier penance, I am constantly accepting all kinds of changes, integrating the information of this world in my mind, adjusting my plan, and being happy and happy while exhausted and numb.Everything has a strong feeling of unreality. I watched myself hide my maturity and pretend to be naive, I watched myself painstakingly plan and deliberate, I watched myself walk on thin ice every step of the way, as if I was looking at irrelevant others.

I couldn't restrain the feeling of burnout in my heart, and I naturally followed everything that reason and self-control told me to do.

I have to practice martial arts hard. I have to practice martial arts hard to become a martial arts master. To be a martial arts master is to not be bullied. Good job to... umm...

Although both theories are equally untested, they are just excuses used by insecure people to comfort themselves.

In fact, once my greedy curiosity is over, any peerless magical skills are no longer attractive to me.Those who practice martial arts are either addicted to the pleasure brought by killing and violence, or they are eager to gain psychological recognition, or they are addicted to martial arts, or they are accustomed to living a monotonous life without any other thoughts, and these, I have neither.

Why practice martial arts?I told him that it was to become stronger and to be free.This is downright nonsense. In this troubled world, high martial arts skills may not necessarily increase the chances of survival. Martial arts skills may bring countless troubles.

But reason still tells me that if you practice martial arts, you may regret it, but if you don't practice it, you will definitely regret it.All the way from outside the Great Wall, there are flowers blooming everywhere, singing and dancing, and those who are diligent in farming, weaving, chopping firewood and fishing seem to have forgotten that they are living in occupied areas ruled by foreign nationalities.

However, this is only an illusion of peace.

The north is getting colder every year, and I can't measure the temperature, but I remember the number of cattle and sheep that die every year, and I remember my grandmother looking at the frozen corpse of the lamb, with tears on her resolute face.I saw those enthusiastic and simple shepherds, their eyes red with hunger, raised their scimitars, bows and arrows, and became the most invincible predators. The desire to plunder and kill is inflated by successive victories, and half of the Eurasian continent will be shrouded under the iron heel of the Mongols.

In such a chaotic world, I can neither exchange freedom for the comfort of being attached to the glory of my father and brother, nor can I let the butcher's knife wave on my head!

I need to hurry up!

The time in the ancient tomb seems to be frozen. No matter it is night or day, no matter whether it is spring, summer, autumn or winter, it is always dark, cold, and humid. However, the spring blossoms and autumn fruits outside the tomb remind me of the passage of time.

One day, in the small mountain village where we bought firewood, rice, oil and salt, we saw a businessman who was said to have come here to collect mountain goods.I recognize him as the guard of King Zhao's residence who escorted us.

With his back to Grandma Sun and Mo Chou, he mouthed to me, "My little prince asks you, can he come pick you up now?"

I shook my head, not yet.

Mo Chou and I get together and often act outrageously, which makes Grandma Sun, who has a fierce face but a kind heart, very happy.Of course, Master doesn't really like our nonsense very much. She often reprimands and punishes us harshly, but then she will soften her heart and turn a blind eye to our laziness during punishment.Therefore, I suspect that if it is not for the cold jade bed, I will not be able to develop the so-called internal strength at all.

As for the so-called martial arts secrets, I had always been skeptical, believing that those awkward ancient prose were just a bunch of deceptive empty words.Later I discovered that it is actually equivalent to primary school students seeing calculus symbols, music blind seeing staffs, and ordinary people boarding spaceships and looking at the dazzling buttons, they will be at a loss and think it is a bible. It is not how difficult these things are. It's just that they don't understand what each symbol in this system represents, and they don't understand the laws of this system. It's just like ordinary people can understand staff once they have received systematic training, but whether they can become musicians requires perseverance and talent. The same goes for martial arts secrets, one can understand the cultivation method after training, but whether one can reach the pinnacle or not depends on one's cultivation.

And I belong to the type with poor talent, not only the root bone is not good (what the master said, I don’t know what the root bone refers to, the shape of the bone?), but also the cultivation requires a clear mind and no distractions. It was really difficult for me, but fortunately, I was not left behind by her because I recognized characters early, and my comprehension and self-control were higher than those of Mo Chou.As for the martial arts moves, it is not difficult. The martial arts moves in the ancient tomb are gorgeous and elegant, and it is very fun to learn, just like practicing dance. Every time you learn a move, you will have a great sense of psychological satisfaction.Although the practice of basic skills is really cheating, catching sparrows... and sleeping on a cold jade bed... But at least there is an advantage, as long as there are sparrows in the future, you will definitely not starve to death, and you will not freeze to death if you sleep on the street in the cold winter months. From a different point of view, these practices are very useful survival training.

I haven't had time to practice the more advanced Jade Girl/Heart Sutra, I only learned the ancient tomb's heart method and entry-level kung fu, but the lightness kung fu alone is enough to make my escape technique unmatched in the martial arts world.What's more, the Jade Girl/Heart Sutra was specially created to restrain the Quanzhen School's martial arts, and it was Lin Chaoying's outrageous work. It is no longer the right way to practice advanced martial arts.

Fearfully avoiding the strict monitoring of the master and the curious follow-up of the junior sister, in the stone room at the bottom of the coffin, I saw the Nine Yin Scriptures left by Wang Chongyang and the secret passage at the bottom of the tomb that he had never shown to anyone, and followed Mei Chaofeng After a little comparison of the obtained lower part of the text, it was found that the Nine Yin Manual on the stone chamber was incomplete, and it should be just a trick to deal with the Jade Girl/Heart Sutra.But I still wrote it down. After all, there are cultivation methods recorded there, many of which belong to the content of the first volume of the Nine Yin Manual, which is better than nothing in the end.

Not long after, I saw the guard brother again in the small mountain village, and this time I nodded to him.

He will come.

I am tired.

Take me away.

The author has something to say: The second episode of the extra episode!

I know that the jade girl/Heart Sutra will be caught by the river crab, but the messiah/complex has violated the taboo of God and horse (╰_╯)#

About the oath of the ancient tomb and the Nine Yin Scriptures above:

Lin Chaoying, the Patriarch of the Ancient Tomb School, was in love with Wang Chongyang bitterly in the past, and finally good things are difficult to reconcile.When she was heartbroken, she made a family rule that anyone who inherits her mantle must swear to live in the ancient tomb all his life and never leave Mount Zhongnan. However, if a man willingly dies for her, the oath will be broken.But this matter must not let the man know in advance.Just because Lin Chaoying believes that all men in the world are ungrateful and merciless, Wang Chongyang is a hero and chivalrous, and he is so, not to mention others, there is absolutely no one who is willing to die for the woman he loves, if there is such a person, then her descendants' disciples will come down the mountain with him. gone.Li Mochou entered the teacher's school earlier than Xiao Longnv, she was supposed to inherit the mantle, but she refused to make the oath of never going down the mountain, so it was Xiao Longnv who got the true instruction instead.

For more than a year, both master and apprentice have improved both internal and external skills.But the Chongyang inscription in the tomb is only a method to deal with the Jade Heart Sutra, which is only a small part of the Nine Yin Sutra. Therefore, what they have learned is far inferior to Guo Jing and Huang Rong, but this is not the two. Got it.

☆, Extra Story: Peach Blossom Mist

On the day he left Peach Blossom Island, I said to him again, "Man is doomed to suffer from freedom."

He smiled, as if he wanted to reach out to touch my head, but he was afraid that I would get angry, so he replied speciously, "We will be free."

So he left, slowly going away in a small boat with no sails, but I suddenly understood the artistic conception of the lonely sail, the distant shadow and the blue sky.I don’t know if it’s because I’ve become sentimental, or it’s true that in ancient times it was easier to encounter poetic and picturesque scenes. In this life, there will always be some frozen pictures that make me suddenly understand the true meaning of some verses, and then I think back to a long, long time ago, facing some yellowed scenes. Some of those verses already exist in this world, some of them have not yet been born, waiting to be obtained by chance.

I stood on the beach for a long time, my thoughts drifted away. I don’t know when it was dark, the lead-colored sea was rough, and the gray clouds at the intersection of the sea and the sky were pressing on me from all directions. The salty sea breeze mixed with the pollen in the sky was heavy He blocked his breath, feeling unspeakably depressed.

I suddenly felt that there was a curse pervading this fairy island full of peach blossoms like clouds.

People say that there is no other place for a paradise, and there is Penglai in the overseas fairy mountains.Don't worry about the world, don't disturb the common things, the shadow of the peach blossom falls and flies the sword, and the tide of the blue sea presses the jade flute.To get this fairyland, and to have good friends and good company, what more can I ask for?

But the longer I stayed, the more I felt that the vast sea seemed vast and boundless, but it was actually the most severe confinement.

I began to miss the free wind of the prairie, the prairie where I could gallop freely, the relatives who could cry and laugh freely in front of them, and even the boundless darkness of the ancient tomb was as reassuring as a mother's embrace.But here, there are only eyes of resentment and hatred, the mist of the peach grove, and the prison of the boundless sea.

Xanadu is just the imagination of the world, who knows the life of the people in Taoyuan?Mei Chaofeng had an affair with his senior brother and fled here. Was he really afraid that his master would kill him?

It is also a place where flowers bloom, and I think of the Valley of Unfeeling.

He took off a love petal, put it in her lips, and asked, "Is it sweet?"

The delicate petals are sweet in the mouth, but after chewing to the end, only bitterness remains, but she swallowed it without hesitation, as if it was really as sweet as honey.

The peach blossoms are light pink, like haze, but the love is as hot as fire, so I can't connect the young couple who are passionately in love with the enemies who will live and die in the future.

Just like I can't imagine, that crazy woman with disheveled hair and grumpy temperament in the backyard of the palace was once a girl with starry eyes, white teeth and delicate cheeks. Under these peach blossom trees, when her lover brushed the petals off her black hair Are you blushing?

When he left that day, I told him I was afraid to stay here.

He asked me what I was afraid of, and I thought about it, as if I didn't know what I was afraid of, so I had to laugh at myself, maybe I was born afraid of water.Then I knew what I was afraid of. I was afraid of this quiet seclusion, where no accidents and dangers could rescue me from those complicated thoughts, but let me float in those illusions.

I am afraid to see those budding, blooming, withered, and withered faces, afraid to hear the stories that are over, happening, and about to begin, I am afraid that I will gradually lose sight of dreams and reality , I can't tell the difference between prophecy and history, I can't tell the raising and lowering of the curtain, I can't tell the boundary between the stage and the auditorium.

Where am I?

Life on Peach Blossom Island is still like an unreal dream.We children of the same age would get up early at dawn to practice martial arts on the grass in front of the Jicui Pavilion, learn from each other, and then each find what we like to do, read books and practice calligraphy, play the lute, or tend flowers and plants, go fishing in the sea, sometimes Rong'er will also ponder over fresh dishes for us to taste.

Although Huang Yaoshi is extremely smart, he is not a good teacher who is good at teaching. He is the type who requires students to have excellent self-learning ability and comprehension ability, and then give a little advice when they are confused, not to mention that the silly girl is exhausted. With all Huang Yaoshi's patience, the other students have been herded to sheep. Rong'er and I are both obsessed with tinkering with our favorite things, and because no one is forcing us to practice martial arts, our progress is quite slow.

Huang Yaoshi has a large collection of books, it can be said that he has everything that one could expect. As soon as I read the books, my energy is no less than that of the college entrance examination. Then in this Condor Shooting world that is in the same system as Yitian, I can do it, even if it is only half of his level.After all, in the story of shooting the eagles, there are not many people who are good at using poison. Even Ouyang Feng, who is known as the Western Poison, seems to be not very clever in his techniques, but wins by using poison violently and domineeringly.The facts are as expected, these medicine and poison techniques are at least much less labor-intensive to learn than those heavenly books that understand the method of inner strength cultivation. follow.

Sometimes I also think that life can go on naturally, the peach blossoms will bloom again after they have faded, and it is rare to meet again when people are separated.For Huang Yaoshi, even if the island is no longer deserted, the old days of love from his late wife and children from all over the family will never come back.He must have never introspected, the source of everything is the half of the Nine Yin Manual, if it was not out of greed to get this wonderful book of martial arts at that time, how could he let his wife die and his disciples be separated.

He just blamed others, so he is also a layman.

For things in the world, if there is a cause, there may not be an effect, but if there is an effect, there must be a cause.All my decisions today are made by myself, and no matter what happens in the future, I will not blame others, let alone fate.I want to get all of the Nine Yin Scriptures. Even if I have ordinary aptitude and cannot comprehend all of them, even if I encounter any dangers, no matter what the consequences, I will never give up, and I will never regret it.

Be it strength or freedom, you have to fight for it yourself.

During the first half year when I first arrived on the island, I suffered from insomnia every night, accompanied by the blue sea tide song that made me want to vomit.The repeated tune is amazing at first listen, but it is really tiresome after listening to it.Maybe it wasn't in front of the enemy, Huang Yaoshi didn't add damage to the music, like he did when he competed with Ouyang Feng later, it doesn't matter, I just hope I can't hear it, or as long as I don't understand the pain contained in it. .

Birth, old age, sickness and death, meetings of resentment and resentment, parting of love, not getting what one wants... Desire, struggle, and sometimes deep tenderness, heartbroken lovesickness...

It's a pity that I know everything, so I can't sleep at night, but Xiaoyi, Rong'er, and Shagu can all sleep like a group of little angels, well, a group of piglets is more accurate.

Huang Yaoshi would often see me going out for a walk in the dark, maybe because I felt a little guilty for being disturbed by his flute sound so that I could not sleep at night, or maybe it was more likely because he thought that I was very proud of being moved by his music, so He asked me if I wanted to learn temperament.Of course I refused. One reason was that I had to concentrate on learning how to make medicine and poison, and I couldn't tolerate distraction. Another reason was that I had several failed attempts in my previous life.

Of course, I don't think those failures are due to perseverance. There is no doubt that I love music. From electronic to symphonic, from rock to folk, all of them have a thrilling and intoxicating magic to me. Music is to me It is air, water, anesthetics, sedatives, and a fortress with the outside world.I even suspect that the anxiety after time travel is related to this, because the types of ancient music are too monotonous and the resources are too poor.

Closer to home, about learning musical instruments, when I found out that those beautiful notes are at the cost of repeating monotonous exercises, until every section is so aesthetically fatigued that I feel numb and nauseous, I gave up decisively, because the meager sense of accomplishment is not enough to compensate One of the great pains.So, when Xiaoyi picked up a flute from nowhere and decided to learn music, I went crazy.

I jumped up and told him that learning this would distract me from learning martial arts, but he just let me surrender with a slightly shy smile.He looks well-behaved and gentle, but his personality is very stubborn, and he must do what he says, which is very similar to Mo Chou.

Fortunately, Peach Blossom Island is very big, and Xiaoyi's internal strength is not enough to make the magic sound permeate my ears. This also just gave me an excuse to run around on the island until I accidentally bumped into the place where the old urchin was imprisoned.

I know it's there, I've seen dumb servants with food baskets going in and out, going in and out.I know there is a cave there, and in the cave is the old urchin Zhou Botong, and on the stone slab under him is half a copy of the Nine Yin Manual that he swore he would never practice.The book should be the method of inner strength, which just corresponds to the essence of the moves in the lower part of Mei Chaofeng. From the incomplete copy of the Nine Yins in the ancient tomb, it can be seen that the complete version of the Nine Yins Scripture will be an external existence .

I stood at the entrance of the Peach Blossom Forest, thinking of the magical secrets in the forest. I am not in a hurry because I will find a way to get it, but the old urchin must be very boring in it. I don’t know if he has practiced it. What about the legendary two-handed fight?Of course, I don't expect to be able to learn it. Although I am not smart, I am not a pure-minded person like Guo Jing.

To practice hand-to-hand combat, you need to have a qualification below 45, right?

I burst out laughing.

I saw a simple red villain, under the control of the keyboard arrows, walking the vertical and horizontal grids one by one, searching for money and equipment secrets in various hidden locations, from majestic mountains to beautiful water pavilions, from the snow-capped mountains outside the Great Wall to the Western Regions of yellow sand.

Which version of Jin Yong Heroes is that? Before the boss battle, the red villain walked to a valley, and there was a smiling Zhou Botong standing in front of the grass hut. A dialog box popped up, "Young man, do you want to learn martial arts?" Click yes, fight a game, gain experience, level up, So the levels of martial arts are all full: sword, fist, palm, each martial art has a series from low to high, and Jiuyin and Jiuyang are the highest level of internal strength...

I couldn't help laughing, I couldn't breathe from laughing, every inch of my intestines hurt from laughing, and finally fell to the ground laughing, unable to get up again.

In the dark, what am I looking forward to?

When I opened my eyes, I saw three pairs of bright eyes, big and small, looking forward to the bedside. Seeing me wake up, I burst into cheers.Huang Yaoshi said that I fainted in the peach blossom forest and fell asleep for a day and a night. It was probably caused by worrying and worrying and lack of sleep.

I sincerely thanked the culprit in front of me who caused my lack of sleep, and fell back on the bed drowsily. The children who woke me up chattered around me and asked things, and finally fell asleep on the couch from exhaustion.

Looking at their peaceful sleeping faces, I suddenly felt that I might be too nervous.Don't think about those right and wrong disputes, don't worry about any martial arts secrets, just be with them, just treat yourself as an ordinary child first.

How long will it be before Huang Rong runs away from home and Huang Yaoshi leaves the island to look for her?

Maybe, actually, earlier?

The author has something to say: Many people complain that this article looks like an rpg. In fact, I feel the same way too. You see, even the heroine feels the same way...

Yesterday, my sister’s company was disconnected from the Internet. I sent this book to her to work in Starbucks, and then I also played Jin Yong Heroes in Starbucks for a whole day. Word opportunity, the saved manuscripts are gone, TT, what should I do?

The first volume is over, let's start writing!Thank you for your support~

☆, the wind blows

outside the plug.

The cold wind was blowing, and it was the midwinter season. A camp tent stood vaguely in the withered grass, and in the dim sky, there were only a lot of knives and halberds outside the tent.

This is the military tent of Wang Han, the king on the grassland beyond the Great Wall.

The largest yellow tent stood in the middle of the camp, and there was a slight fire in the tent, giving it a warm feeling, as if a banquet was being held.Sitting at the head seat is Wang Han's son Sang Kun. He is fat and white, and he can be seen as a pampered person at first sight. Khan’s adoptive son, Temujin’s sworn brother Jamuka, the two were toasting in unison to the honored guests sitting at the left seat.

The middle-aged man at the guest table was majestic and luxuriously dressed, and he laughed and said, "Okay, after the matter is completed, Temujin's livestock, women, and treasures will all belong to Sangkun; all his followers will belong to Jamuka, and I will seal them again with Dajin." Zamuhe is recruiting envoys for Zhenbei." The one who said this was none other than Wanyan Honglie, the Sixth Prince of Jin Kingdom.Since his last envoy to Mongolia, he concluded that Temujin was an unborn king who would pose a great threat to the northern border of the Jin Dynasty. In addition, not long ago he asked Temujin to send troops to help Daikin attack the Southern Song Dynasty, accept Jin Temujin, who had been rewarded by the court and paid tribute for many years, refused to obey orders, which was tantamount to rebelling against the Jin Dynasty. Therefore, the purpose of his trip was to provoke the Mongols to fight among themselves, and Temujin was bound to get rid of him.

The furnishings in the tent are very rich, with sable fur as the seats and gold lamps, and the female slaves performing the dance are also quite beautiful, the host and the guests then discuss all kinds of prosperity and wealth in the future, which makes Wan Yankang feel extremely bored.

He moved his eyes to the door of the tent. The blood-stained blanket was being removed, together with a Mongolian warrior who had just fallen there. The Mongolian warrior was Temujin's envoy. Kun attacked and fell to the ground.

At this time, the murderer was pointing at the dead body on the ground and laughing, "Tiemujin has promised his daughter to my son, and he just sent someone to discuss the date of marriage with me. When he comes tomorrow, we will lie in ambush along the road, Temujin has three heads and six arms, and he can't escape from my palm."

Temujin's daughter, Huazheng, and Sangkun's son, Dushi, were married by their parents when they were very young. Wanyan Honglie happened to be present at that time. Since then, the two families have become closer and more trusting. To go to the point of plotting and plotting to fight each other.

Wanyankang didn't know at this time whether the marriage they were discussing was the one that was agreed that day, because Huazheng should still be on Peach Blossom Island at this time.

This is the beginning of the main storyline of Shooting the Condors. All the turning points will officially start in the year when he and Guo Jing. In this battle, Guo Jing protected Genghis Khan, made great military exploits, and was named the golden sword son-in-law.

He is currently wearing a entourage uniform, and is lined up to Wanyan Honglie's left and right as bodyguards. On his right side are the four disciples of the Dragon King of Guimen, known as the Four Ghosts of the Yellow River. Behind him are the soldiers brought from the palace.The group of them had been here for ten days, and he felt a little worried, because Mei Chaofeng also asked to accompany him this time, saying that he wanted to pay homage to his deceased husband, and Wanyan Honglie agreed, but he knew that Mei Chaofeng had always harbored the person of his late husband Pi, there is no need to worship, this time back to Mongolia, he has no intention other than seeking revenge from the seven monsters in the south of the Yangtze River.

Fighting back and forth with kindness and resentment may seem ridiculous to outsiders, but once they are in the middle of the game, how many people can really let go of their grudges?

During the banquet, wine and wine continued to be mixed, he left the tent with an excuse, and no one stopped him. He returned to the tent where the servant lived this time, waited in the cold wind for about three incense sticks, and then saw Mei Chaofeng's elusive figure.

Since Mei Chaofeng settled down in the camp, he has been haunted and haunted every day. He must be looking for traces of his enemies. Wan Yankang sighed, but it was one time that he blocked her, so he followed her into the tent.

As soon as he went in and saw Mei Chaofeng looking around, he called, "Master." Mei Chaofeng didn't turn around, "Are you waiting for me? Is there something wrong?"

"Master, I haven't seen you for several days."

Mei Chaofeng turned around, holding a water bag and a dry food bag in one hand, and was putting a piece of dry wheat cake into his mouth with the other hand.Her eating movements are very small and her voice is very soft, but it is not accurate to say that it is because her eating is elegant. Her face is expressionless, but it seems that she has no interest in eating, like chewing wax.

Wanyan Kang knew that she would not delay for a second, and was afraid that eating with the accompanying servants would be too troublesome, so he just took advantage of the darkness to get some dry food and left. Thinking of this, he felt a little pain in his heart, even if she was made of copper and iron The body can't stand this, "Master... At least I will have a hot meal and warm tea with my apprentice. I am very worried about you."

Mei Chaofeng was a little shaken when he heard this, "Then pour me a pot of tea." After saying that, he sat down.Wanyan Kang was very happy, and rushed to Wanyan Honglie's tent, Wanyan Honglie's personal service was always thoughtful, at this time the banquet was about to end, so he must have made preparations long ago.Sure enough, he found a pot of tea that was still warm on the stove, and ran back without touching his feet. When he returned to the tent, he saw Mei Chaofeng still sitting upright. Looking carefully at the place where he was sitting, it turned out to be a sack of fodder. He didn't feel that it was disrespectful or anything, but just continued to put the wheat cakes in his mouth indifferently.

"Master, please use tea." Wan Yankang lowered his body and offered the tea. When Mei Chaofeng took the tea bowl, he smelled a faint smell of blood on her hands and frowned, but he was not sure whether she was taking the tea. People are the targets, and they just let some birds and beasts suffer, so they only persuaded in a low voice, "Master, although revenge is a big matter, please take care of yourself."

Mei Chaofeng turned her head, revealing a dark face. She was weak after being brought back to the palace. Bao Xiruo went to various places to invite famous doctors to treat her, and the diagnosis was said to be arsenic poisoning, but no one knew. That arsenic was taken by Mei Chaofeng himself bit by bit, in order to enhance his internal and external strength during the process of exercising the poison.It is precisely because of this that she has a dark look on her face and has won the title of "Iron Corpse".

She sneered, "What are you afraid of, I have lived in this barren land for many years, and I still don't believe that anything here can hurt me!"

Yes, here she is the only one who hurts people. Wanyan Kang naturally knows that she has lost countless lives under the notoriety of the black wind and evil spirits. It's just that she has been cleaning the back garden silently in the palace for the past few years in order to hide her identity. She seldom goes out, has never hurt anyone, and lives in the place where the royal family members live, even those who are invited to the palace will not easily set foot there.Therefore, no one has known her whereabouts for more than ten years.

"Master, it's better to be careful. Although the shepherds here are scattered, if there are too many sudden deaths, it will still be suspicious."

Mei Chaofeng, however, was blind-eyed and bright-minded, and immediately understood the meaning of his words, and laughed loudly, "You brat is really good at talking sweetly, he loves those lives and uses worrying about me as a cover. My old woman is not like you." You have a soft heart, there are barbarians everywhere here, talking and talking is annoying, so what if you catch a few to practice?"

"Master..." Wanyan Kang clenched his fists tightly, dug his nails deeply into his palms, and repeatedly warned himself in his heart that he should not use modern thinking to make demands on ancient people, and blindly contradicting them is meaningless. He forced a smile, "Master still She is very young and beautiful, why is she an old woman?"

Mei Chaofeng had already walked to the door of the tent, but when he heard this, he stopped, turned around and asked with a smile, "What's the matter today?"

"Master... this disciple is really worried about you. And it's not good to hurt others casually..." Wan Yankang felt that he was at a loss for words, and Mei Chaofeng turned cold, "You are too old, I don't know where to learn You really don’t look like my apprentice.” After she finished speaking, she sighed, her expression softened a little, and she said, “On the contrary, I know how to talk nonsense. That’s all, don’t worry, when I finish my revenge, I’ll be fine. You don’t need high martial arts skills, and you don’t need to arrest people to practice.”

She walked out of the tent quickly, the curtain was still shaking slightly, when she saw a slender and sharp hand reaching in again, lifting the curtain, Mei Chaofeng sternly said, "Don't follow!" Then he slammed the curtain down again.

Wanyan Kang got out of the tent and said a few words to himself, "I have to keep up too, why are you so fierce." There was only half a silver moon in the sky, the vast wilderness stretched as far as the eye could see, and in the blink of an eye, Mei Chaofeng's figure was almost gone.

He walked slowly back to the main tent, and the guards who stopped him on the road waited to see the Jin Dynasty costume on him, and let him go without saying a word. When he came out, he whispered when he saw him, "Little Prince."

Wanyan Kang frowned, and couldn't change his words one by one. He clearly said that he should not mention his identity before he came out. Fortunately, most Mongolians couldn't understand, so he asked, "The prince asked you to come to me? Is there something wrong?"

"The Mongols are about to mobilize their troops! The prince told you to go back to him."

Hearing this, Wanyan Kang hurried back with him. The camp that had been dark just now was suddenly illuminated by hundreds of torches, and the low and deep sound of horns blew, and there seemed to be horseshoes chaotic in all directions. Jamuka came out from the main tent.

There was billowing dust in the east, and hundreds of soldiers surrounded an old man with long beards. The old man got off his horse and saluted Wanyan Honglie. !"

Wan Yankang couldn't help but pay attention to this Wang Hanxiong who had dominated the grassland for decades, and even his two adopted sons were unrivaled heroes. What kind of character is he? Xiaoqiu on the east side laughed loudly, "My lord, please come with us!"

Wanyan Kang hurriedly stood among the soldiers behind Wanyan Honglie. Wang Han and Wanyan Honglie each took dozens of soldiers, and they both mounted their horses, and rode up the hill under two neat rows of torches. Sang Kun and others led their troops under the hill.The Mongolian tribes had been proclaiming their vassals to the Jin Dynasty. Naturally, Wanyan Honglie could not be allowed to stay at the foot of the mountain, but stood side by side with Wang Han on the position of the commander-in-chief to inspect the soldiers.

This allowed Wan Yankang, who was pretending to be a personal guard, to get this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Looking down from the hill, he could see torches reflecting the sky all over the field, and the armor of the soldiers was shining dimly. Looking around is quite spectacular.

The sound of the low-pitched horns subsided slowly, and there was silence in the wilderness. The well-trained war horses stood still like sculptures, without even snorting.

The silence was like a tight string, and Wang Han suddenly yelled, and the Mongols under the hill also shouted, and the shouts shook the sky and thunder.

When the shouting subsided, Wang Han looked majestically at the soldiers and horses below, and said loudly, "We Mongols have been separated from each other for generations, but Temujin wants people from different tribes to live together. , to change our surnames, mix our bloodlines, and annex all the tribes. Tell me, should we kill them or not!"

"Should kill!"

"Tiemuzhen violated the law of the ancestors, and treated the cattle and sheep shared by the tribe as a personal reward, leaving the elderly and children with nothing to rely on, and making our warriors greedy and selfish. Tell me, should you kill him or not!"

"Should kill!"

"Tiemuzhen vainly tried to rebel against the Jin Dynasty, and wanted to lead us Mongols to a dead end. Tell me, should you kill him or not!"

"Should kill!"

"Kill Temujin!"

"Kill Temujin! Kill Temujin!"

Shouts of hatred came overwhelmingly, Wang Han laughed loudly, "Okay, Tie