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The dark moon fell into the sea, under the Yangtze River, and above the merchant ships, a fierce struggle was going on.

Under the heavy blow of Han Qing's dagger, the soaring mast, like a big tree falling from the sky, slammed into the sea with a loud bang.

Murong Bai's arms were like the palms and wings of a white crane, and his snow-white soap boots stepped on the overturned mast. In delicate balance, he raised his sword and quickly attacked Han Qing.

Han Qing saw that he couldn't make a blow, and his heart became more and more irritable. He squinted his eyes, pursed his lips and immediately swept his legs across the pole. Under the strength of his powerful legs, the mast jumped up suddenly and rotated 365 degrees in the air.

Murong Bai lightly tapped the mast with his feet, and turned towards the side of the ship with his strength, standing firmly on it with one foot, with the sound of waves behind him, like a white crane standing alone on the bow of the ship.

Han Qing couldn't see his leisurely demeanor, but brought out his embarrassment instead, gritted his teeth, lifted the wooden barrel on the deck with the back of his feet, and flung it viciously at Murong Bai like a projectile.

Murong Bai bent down to dodge the attack flexibly, straightened his body, looked at Han Qing who was getting more and more unwilling, and wondered why his friend was relentless in dealing with him today.

Murong Bai heard his heavy panting, knew that he was desperate, and persuaded him to surrender: "Hualang, you are injured, you can't beat me, why don't you obediently follow me back."

Han Qing took a short breath, turned his head and glanced at the bank, and held up a torch to the guards who were approaching on the boat.

He knew in his heart that if he was exhausted, he would be unable to escape.

Han Qing bit her lip, raised her knife to strike, and slashed at Murong Bai's face, swearing aggrievedly: "You hypocrite, shut up, don't talk to me."

"How can I be a hypocrite?" Murong Bai easily avoided, put his hands on his shoulders close to him, and asked with raised eyebrows in puzzlement.

Han Qing shrugged his shoulders, avoiding his touch, and attacked Murong Bai with his elbows. In each block, his long eyes became colder and colder, his five fingers became claws, and his moves became more fierce, and he attacked Murong Bai's handsome face.

"Don't you dare say that when I returned to Beihan, you didn't send someone to poison me with stupor." Han Qing asked angrily after losing his hands.

Murong Bai took the opportunity to grab his elbow, and explained in a soft voice: "I did it, but I did it for your own benefit, and I didn't want to be your enemy."

"Hmph, all I know is that you let me fall into the hands of despicable and shameless people." When Han Qing remembered the poison of stupor, he was scolded by Fan Moya's frivolous things every day.

Han Qing gritted her teeth and struggled to free her hand, but seeing that she couldn't get away, she stepped heavily on Murong Bai's sole.

Murong Bai was in pain, so he couldn't help letting go of him, took a step back, and looked at Han Qing who was twisted like a woman.Gradually, she was sensitively aware of the deep shame hidden in Han Qing's fine eyes.

He couldn't help but recall Fan Moya's eagerness when he saw Han Qing.Murong Bai secretly looked at Han Qing's angry amorous feelings, and thought to himself, with such a gorgeous look, even the Iron Buddha would be hard-pressed to resist.

Han Qing is poisoned by stupor, unable to move all over his body, and needs to be taken care of by others in every move. If he falls into the hands of corrupt people, it may be a disaster without reason.

Murong Bai figured out the key point, the huge guilt, occupying his heart, took the risk of getting close again, grabbed his hand, and asked with concern: "Your shaman, did you bully you?"

"Shut up, don't mention him in front of me." Hearing his hypocritical inquiry, Han Qing was furious, shook off his hand, pointed a dagger at Murong Baijun's face, and ordered through gritted teeth.

Han Qing's attitude just confirmed Murong Bai's bad guess, and he couldn't help but thump in his heart.

His star pupils were full of resentment, and his sword eyebrows hugged the injustice, and said in a vicious voice: "Hwarang, I don't know about the relationship between you and me, and let the organic people take advantage of it, I will definitely not spare him."

The hatred in Han Qing's heart these days has actually diminished because of his few words, and she can't help cursing herself for being worthless, and being deceived by his few words.

"If you sincerely beg me to forgive, then let me go, and I don't care about this anymore." Han Qing said with a saber, and attacked Murong Bai again.

While dodging, Murong Bai gritted his teeth shyly and replied: "Okay..." During the movement and walking, a big flaw was revealed.

Han Qing took the opportunity to kick him sideways, and when the soldier boarded the boat, he jumped into the water with a plop and swam towards the opposite bank.

"General Mu, are you alright?" The soldiers quickly boarded the boat and surrounded Murong Bai, asking with concern.

"The river is dangerous at night, don't chase! Han Qing was seriously injured, and he can't last long in the water. You send someone downstream to guard him. He won't be able to join the main force for a while. Our top priority is to arrest the maid and escape. people."

With the support of his subordinates, Murong Bai struggled to stand up, clutching his chest that hurt from being kicked, looked at the head of the person going away in the dangerous river, frowned and ordered to his subordinates who jumped off the boat and wanted to chase after him.

"Yes, General Mu." The soldiers walked away, Murong Bai put the long sword back into the scabbard, looked back at the heads floating and falling in the river, lowered his eyelashes, and kept pace with his subordinates. go.

Just now he fought with Murong Bai for a long time, the old wound opened again, the familiar pain was like a pair of hands being torn apart slowly, the pain made him dizzy before his eyes.

Han Qing gritted her teeth, pulled herself together, and swam towards the opposite bank, thinking viciously in her heart: I must catch the traitor who leaked the plan this time when I go back!

Relying on the support of this tenacious belief, Han Qing wearily crossed to the other side in the turbulent and dangerous current.

When Han Qing looked at the port in front of him, the joy of victory in sight just rose from the corner of his mouth, when a dark wave beat over him, exhausted, he sank into the river and never floated up again.

In 354 A.D., the seven kingdoms were reduced to six. Gu Jin and Beihan jointly attacked the Muyun Kingdom, but Muwan did not participate in the war.

Muyun sent Sima Huan to lead an army of 40 to attack Beihan.

At this moment, the Beihan army was gloomy and misty. The 25 soldiers brought by Gu Jin were unable to participate in the battle because they were not acclimatized to the soil and water, and Beihan was retreating steadily.

Sitting in the tent of the army camp, Bei Hanmo frowned again and asked irritably: "Han Qing, haven't you found it yet?" .

"Back to the king, the trace of the son-in-law is still not found." The servant replied.

"When this damned Han Qing was using him, he didn't know where he flew, but he disappeared for almost three months. Now that the Mu army is approaching the capital, what should we do?"

Bei Hanmo naturally didn't believe that Han Qing would be drowned by the river, and he thought to himself that he must be hiding somewhere to be happy.

Bei Hanmo angrily asked his subordinates to retreat. In Beihan, no one could compare to Han Qing in terms of military tactics. Now that he is not around, there is no one who can stand up to Mu Yundi's crushing pace.

At this time, Bei Hanmo finally realized the importance of Han Qing. He recalled several major battles in Beihan, when Han Qing led the troops to fight with the least loss and the greatest profit.

It would be an exaggeration to say that more than half of Beihan's land was conquered by Han Qing.

These days, Bei Hanmo thinks about Han Qing when he eats and sleeps, and it hurts his heart.

Compared with the gloomy clouds and mist in the northern cold, Muyun's side had already celebrated. Sima Huan held a large banquet in the tent, singing and dancing, singing and dancing, and rewarding the three armies with the cattle and sheep obtained from slaughtering.

The people at the bottom embraced the beautiful woman, raised their wine glasses to congratulate and said: "General Huan won the battle this time. It was destined by the heavens. Han Qing from Beihan disappeared. We feel like we have entered a land of no one. When we go back this time, I'm afraid the emperor will award half of his throne to the general."

Sima Huan hugged left and right, squinted his deer eyes, and said with a hypocritical smile: "This time, no one is my opponent in the battle against Beihan. It's so boring. I still want to meet Yumian Luocha?

My Sima family is the emperor's right-hand man. We don't seek fame and fame. It's too much to claim the throne. As long as the emperor can give me a glass of fine wine, it will be the best reward. "

"Even if Han Qing is here, he may not be your opponent. I can only call you brother obediently. General Huan, he is indeed your Majesty's good minister and virtuous general." praised.

"Hahahahahahahaha, drink, drink, let's all drink and eat meat..."

After the banquet was over, Sima Huan staggered towards the outside of the tent with the support of the crowd.

"You all go away, I want to drink by myself." Sima Huan threw off the support of others and walked alone on the Longshang, watching the setting sun, drinking while blowing the wind, unknowingly walked away from the camp.

"Dong dong... Fortune telling, fortune telling! No money is not allowed."

Sima Huan suddenly heard someone behind him, shaking the rattle, turned around and saw a gray-clothed Taoist priest with white hair and white beard, calling for fortune-telling.

Right now, he was the only one on the road ahead, could it be some kind of fate, Sima Huan took out a piece or two of gold from his bosom, and said to him, "Old Taoist, test it for me."

"May I ask what the general tested?" The white-haired old man asked, looking at Sima Huan who was wearing armor, stroking his beard.

"Just test my luck at the end of this battle, and I'll reward you with this gold." Sima Huan said with a smile while holding up the gold.

The old Taoist pinched his fingers, closed his eyes and calculated, finally shook his head and said: "I'm afraid this gold has nothing to do with the old Taoist. Goodbye, General."

"What do you mean no fate? I'm going straight into the North Cold now. I'm so brave. Could it be that I'm going to lose?" Sima Huan grabbed hold of it displeasedly, and the old Taoist said angrily.

"Don't worry, general. Let's listen to the analysis of the old Taoist. The general can win this battle, but he can't win." The old Taoist stroked his hand and said more mysteriously.

"Why?" Sima Huan secretly became vigilant on his resolute face.

"One mountain cannot contain two tigers, and a country cannot have two emperors. If the general wins this battle, it may be a disaster, not a fortune. A running dog dies and a cunning rabbit cooks, and the one who surpasses the master will not do."

After the old Taoist finished speaking, he shook the wave drum and continued to advance slowly towards the north. Thirty miles ahead was the place where Beihan garrisoned troops.

Sima Huan narrowed his eyes in thought, thinking of the old Taoist's hands, the bones were slender and strong, the skin was smooth and tender, the familiar touch made him show a playful smile.

A day later, news of the return of the jade-faced Rakshasa came from Beihan.

Yumian Luocha somehow persuaded the king to adopt the strategy of clearing the field by injuring one thousand enemies and eight hundred self-injury, cutting off the supply of the Mu army.

Then, they attacked at night and burned Muyun's reserve food and grass. Within two days, Muyun's army was in a state of confusion and was trapped in front of the front line. Because the food and grass could not be supplied, the troops retreated.

Han Qing led 3 elite troops to pursue Muyun's fleeing troops, annihilated [-] enemy troops, and captured [-] surrendered people.

This battle was later known as the Battle of Qingye. The Beihan Alliance side was defeated by Han Qing's appearance, and finally ended in a narrow victory.

However, no one knows where Han Qing went after disappearing for more than three months after the surprise attack on Stone City.Han Qing himself didn't bother to reveal the truth, and everyone speculated for a while.