Heiyun Mountain, inside Anxing Village.

In the past few days, Heiyun Mountain has been filled with a chilling atmosphere. Three thousand soldiers and horses were stationed in every corner of Heiyun Mountain, ready to go.

The middle-aged man was leaning on the big tiger-skin chair, playing with a red wine gourd in his hand, looking down at the strategic map in front of the big case.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar Lin Xian stood aside, closing his eyes and concentrating.

There were two people standing under the big case, one of them was muscular and tall, carrying a Xuanhua ax weighing more than eighty kilograms in his hand.

The other person is thin and has a sickly sallow complexion. He wears a scarlet gourd around his waist, which always makes people feel chilly when he looks around.

These two men, one named Ma Huailiu and the other Jiang Li, were the left and right captains of the Anxing Army in their early years. They followed Wei Nianyao through life and death, and they were never timid in battle.

"Send the order to march tomorrow and give Yuezhou City a big gift!"

"The last general takes command!"

The two of them followed the order and left. Lin Xian on the side opened his eyes and said:

"Wu Nan has received news that this time it is not only the Yulong Guards, but also two thousand cavalry from Rongzhou Pingsha Army. Don't you think the imperial court values ​​you too much this time?"

"Do you value me?"

Wei Nianyao raised his eyes and glanced at Lin Xian, with murderous intent hidden in his eyes.

"Lin Xian, I have been following you for many years. I will not disrupt the morale of the army again like this!"

"Disrupting military morale?!"

Lin Xian snorted coldly, his tone full of ridicule.

"You have three thousand stragglers? They are just bandits from the hills of Heiyun Mountain. After so many years, you still can't look away?! Today's Dali is like an iron bucket, and Li Dai is no longer the same

It’s time to get involved in government affairs and retreat behind the scenes during the early chaotic period.”

Listening to Lin Xian's words, Wei Nianyao's grip on the handrail became stronger and stronger. Didn't he know these truths? He himself called himself "King Anxing", but after all, he was just a bandit leader hiding in the mountains. But

Why is he like this?

He just wasn't willing to do it.

The armrest was shattered, and Wei Nianyao took a picture of the case, leaving a clear palm print on the solid wood case.

"That's enough! I have my own discretion in this matter!"

Lin Xian sighed and left the lobby of Anxing Village.

After a long time, Wei Nianyao's expression turned gloomy, no longer as fierce as before.

Once upon a time, he was also a scholar. He was accustomed to the intrigues in the court, so he left the temple in frustration and left the Golden Palace that all scholars in the world yearned for.

Since then, he has traveled around the world and become a swordsman, vowing to kill all the corrupt officials in the world and bring peace to the world.

But now...

"But now, I have become something I hate."

Yuezhou City, ruined temple.

Old man Xu had his legs crossed as usual, smoking a cigarette and humming some dirty ballads he heard somewhere.

It's a good thing that he can live for such a long time. He only eats, drinks, or sleeps and smokes cigarettes all day long.

Outside the ruined temple, Xu Yue held a spear and jumped up to chop it down. The spear's body was like a crescent moon, and it was powerful and heavy.

Ji Zigeng, who was watching from the side, was quite shocked and sighed at the beggar's talent. Even if he was placed among the so-called famous sects in the world, he was still extremely talented.

In just half a month, I was able to memorize the sixty-four marksmanship techniques in "The Overlord Unloads His Armor", and each technique is both spiritual and physical, making it effortless to perform one set.

"After all, it is the weapons that limit his growth."

Wei Zigeng couldn't help but sigh. After the bamboo pole was replaced with a blood-draining gun, Xu Yue's martial arts became more and more advanced, and his cultivation level was close to the fourth level.

After practicing a set of marksmanship, Xu Yue wiped the sweat from his forehead. Wei Zigeng threw the gourd in his hand to him. Xu Yue took the gourd and took a sip with his head raised. He wiped the corners of his mouth and threw the gourd aside to copy the saint's classics.

Xu Yin, without raising his head, raised his hand above his head and asked, taking the gourd and taking a sip of wine.

In fact, Wei Zigeng was even more surprised by Xu Yin, who had been studying silently. Compared with Xu Yue's arrogance, Xu Yin's calmness and restraint made people more unpredictable, as if they were naturally incompatible with Xu Yue.

In Wei Zigeng's eyes, Xu Yue's aura will dissipate as long as it comes within three feet of Xu Yin.

After drinking, Wei Zigeng stood up and said.

"I've been spending a lot of time here, it's time for me to leave."

He still has many things to do, including going to Jiangnan to meet Cheng Wenxia, ​​the daughter of the Cheng family, going to the Yang family to ask about the traces of the banished immortal named Li, going to Lingzhou to return the sword, and seeing the great world.

After hearing this, the two Xu brothers were stunned for a moment, but then they recovered.

The young man in front of them may not be on the same road as them.

Xu Yue dusted himself off, stood up and said:

"When are you ready to leave?"

Wei Zigeng said:

"Tomorrow, I should leave tomorrow."

The three of them fell silent immediately. They had known each other for more than half a month. Although it was not a long time, the three of them regarded each other as their friends.

Wei Zigeng said with a smile:

"Let's go have a drink. Call Huo Dongchuan and Mr. Zheng. We won't come back until we get drunk."

Wine is a good thing, you can drink it when you are happy, drink it more when you are unhappy, and drink it until you are happy.

The wine bottle rolled to the floor on the table, and the five of them were drunk and lying on the table.

Wei Zigeng raised his hands above his head and said unsteadily:

"Waiter, where's the wine...where's the wine?"

Huo Dongchuan smiled and patted his shoulder.

"Brother, are you drunk? This is my house. Where did the waiter come from?"

"Um?"

Wei Zigeng stood up staggeringly, came to the front of everyone, and took off the old sword he was carrying behind him.

"Ha ha ha ha."

He laughed and raised his head, facing the east, which was the direction of Yuzhou City, and raised a wine glass to toast there.

"Su Qier, this cup is for you, for your seven years and thousands of miles, for your ability to withstand dozens of people without retreating, and for your unrestrained and uninhibited way of playing in the world.

Then he poured a glass of wine and toasted to Yuzhou City with a sad and dejected expression.

They raised their glasses for a long time without saying anything, and then drank a glass of wine in honor of Zhou Ying.

The four people on the side, including Mr. Zheng, looked at him silently.

What has happened to the boy in front of me?

The young man in front of me, the passing away of my dearest relatives and friends, and my biological sister being so close but unable to see each other, all these things happened in just three days.

When the four of them were in despair, Wei Zigeng held a sheathed sword in his hand and sang generously.

"Look at how my sword looks like!"

"Ugh, I once stood on the city with a sword, but the spring breeze did not carry me, and I felt sad. I once carried the moon and flew across the rivers and seas, but the mist was so vast that I felt sad. How many decades is life short? Is there room for hopelessness? I have wine now, and I am drunk now.

Worry will come tomorrow.”

He started with a beautiful arc, then put one hand on the ground, followed by another sweep. The scabbard of the sword rested on the stone floor of Huo Zhai's courtyard.

A poem is like a move. They have known each other for more than half a month, but they have never seen Wei Zigeng like this.

In the final sheathing gesture, although the sword was not unsheathed, he still made a sheathing motion. Then he held the sword like this, burped, fell to the ground, and slowly fell asleep.

"Sleepy."

Drunk, everyone stayed at Huo's house for the night.

Outside Yuezhou City.

Heiyun Mountain is right in front of you. The leader is wearing a big red fish-dragon suit, carrying a long sword on his back, a standard embroidered spring knife hanging on his waist, and wearing a scarlet visor.

The waiting officer Yulongwei commanded Qian Shi Xia Qingming.

Behind him were three hundred fish dragon guards and two thousand flat sand cavalry.

Two days ago, Zhao Yunxin and Xia Qingming met in Tanzhou. As a warrior who has been fighting on the battlefield all year round, Zhao Yunxin looked down from the bottom of his heart on this fish dragon guard who was begging for food at the feet of the emperor.

I am afraid that no one in the world would want to have a relationship with the waiting officer, and Zhao Yunxin is not exempt from this. In his heart, only the King of Yan who fought against the armies of two countries with one army is the outstanding person in the world.

But as he said, they are the Pingsha Army of Dali, not the Pingsha Army of Rongzhou.

Fortunately, the commander also gave him enough face, saying that this time the Yulong Guards were responsible for assisting the Pingsha Army in annihilating the enemy invaders, and the Pingsha Army should be credited with the first contribution in this matter.

After some compliments from both sides, Zhao Yunxin let go of some of his prejudices.

Heiyun Mountain towers into the clouds. This mountain stretches across the Yangtze and Huaihe prefectures. The terrain is steep and complex, making it easy to defend but difficult to attack. It is a dangerous place by nature.
To be continued...