Sword of Coming

He wants to be the emperor, so he cannot be a god in the middle five realms. If he cannot endure the hardships of tempering his body and practicing boxing, he cannot be a true master of the martial arts. As for leading troops to fight and kill, he cannot Feeling.

So he can't help but blame his mother. The prince is not him, and now he is not even the wise king. Does the queen really dote on him? Instead of deliberately treating yourself like a waste? Those two brothers were both bitches of the former queen. Looking at his current bleak situation, he was found an excuse by his mother. He was like a lost dog. He had a home and was not allowed to return. He could only wander around in places outside the capital. Those people were rustic in their bones. The country women have long been tired of eating. No matter how beautiful these women are, they are not as good at serving others as rich and beautiful women. That's all. When he left the capital quietly, his mother also issued a death order, requiring him to personally lead people to kill the Dali scouts. Wasn't this forcing him to go to a dead end? In fact, he was not optimistic about the empty Zhu Ying Dynasty. Deep down, he wanted to join the powerful Da Li Barbarian. If he were the one sitting on the throne now, he would have opened the gate of the capital long ago and personally led the horse into the capital for Su Gaoshan. What fun is there in fighting? He actually wants to see the fighting scene of thousands of Qi practitioners. Is that the real fight between gods, fighting on horseback, two nests of ants competing?

But this time I went out to relax, it was not bad, and I met a fox-skinned beauty who was just like a living person.

The young prince was delighted.

The other three cavalrymen had also stopped for a long time, just confronting the fine cavalrymen.

The prince of Shihao Kingdom named Han Jingxin, the most notorious royal family member in both the government and the public, smiled gradually.

With courage, the other party never gave up the way obediently.

As expected of a mountain monk with a fox-skin beauty, he is either one of the lawless wild cultivators in Shujian Lake, or a genealogy master from Shihao Kingdom. He is young and energetic, which is understandable.

It's a pity that in the wilderness, identity doesn't matter.

Killing people on a snowy night, Han Jingxin felt very emotional. The recent pursuit was too trivial. He killed a man who had already retired and returned to his hometown in the early autumn, and then left Beijing and moved south as slowly as a tortoise. He is just an official of the Yushitai. The blame lies with his family's poor breeding. He cannot give birth to a decent-looking daughter, nor can he marry a woman who is even remotely attractive. As a result, there is no affection at all. Well, he scolded himself so heartily that even his father, the emperor and his mother were not left behind, and he was implicated by himself. It gave him a reputation as a courageous speaker among the scholars for nothing. That's all. The old man didn't deserve it. Even though he became an official, he also liked to complain along the way. He would stop and go and talk about current affairs with some celebrities who were not qualified to be officials.

So Han Jingxin had nothing to do anyway, and planned to be a dutiful son, catch up with the convoy, and stab the old man in the stomach with his own hands. After hearing too many complaints for so many years, his ears were calloused, so he wanted to see that guy with his own eyes again. He was full of complaints, but he felt that he was still kind-hearted. Seeing the old man holding his belly in the snow, he felt really pitiful, so he chopped off the old man's head with a knife, and now he was hanging on the martial arts master's head. On the side of the Grandmaster's saddle, in the midst of the wind and snow, the head was silent, which made Han Jingxin a little uncomfortable.

Han Jingxin was playing with a jade pendant in one hand. It was just a piece of art from the mountain. It could not be regarded as a real fairy magic weapon. It was just held in the palm of his hand. It was warm in winter and cool in summer. It was said to be produced by Yunxia Mountain. It was a fairly acceptable spiritual weapon. Han Jingxin held it up. He picked up his free hand and waved, signaling the three knights to give way.

As expected, the three riders turned their horses' heads slowly and one after another, making way for them.

Han Jing was delighted. Is there really such an innocent monk in the world?

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Ma Duyi reminded him softly: "Mr. Chen, the other party doesn't look like an upright official."

Chen Pingan nodded and said something that made both Ma Duyi and Zeng Ye uncomfortable. It was most suitable for the biting wind and snow tonight.

"I know that the other party will not give up. I will give in and show off, so that they will be bolder when they take action."

Zeng Ye's face was stiff. He didn't know whether he was frozen in the snow or frightened by these words.

Chen Ping'an did not look at the tall and timid young man, and said slowly: "If we are not good enough, the two of us will die. Ma Duyi will be the worst, and will only live worse than death. I can't understand this. From now on, I can practice on the mountain with peace of mind." , don’t go around the world.”

Han Jingxin raised his hand and made another gesture, and the cavalry behind him rode out skillfully, but did not start to charge, but only formed a small fan blocking formation.

It's obvious.

The previous signal to the three knights to get out of the way was just a little trick played by a cat to tease a mouse. It was a dispensable appetizer, a real hard dish, and was served immediately without any rush.

Chen Ping'an suddenly asked: "Zeng Ye, if Ma Duyi and I are not with you tonight, and you and Su Xinzhai are the only two cavalry, what should you do in the face of this cavalry army?"

Zeng Ye just thought about it for a moment, and sweat instantly broke out on his forehead.

Chen Pingan stopped talking.

Some truths are so unpleasant. No matter how many others say them, as long as the listener has never experienced similar experiences, it will be difficult for them to empathize with them unless they are suffering.

But people who cannot listen to certain truths are actually lucky people.

Because people who have experienced misfortune, as long as they encounter similar things, they already understand it without the need for others to explain.

But these were nothing. One thing that really made Chen Pingan more and more horrified the more he thought about it, was that he found that people who are full of malice towards the world seem to be more able to endure hardships and remember it than good people with kind hearts. Even when I suffered a little loss from smarter people and failed to enjoy some blessings that I shouldn't have, I began to figure out the principles of life, and seriously thought about the solutions to various difficulties, how to pretend to be a tiger and to be powerful. A dog relies on the strength of a human being, and it depends on the mood and interests of the person who has gained the Dao.

Chen Pingan hopes that his opinion is wrong, and the more wrong the better.

Why should good people be smarter than bad people? To live a good life?

Chen Ping'an exhaled and pointed to the young men among the cavalry in front for Ma Duyi and Zeng Ye, "You may not have paid attention, or may not have had the chance to see it. In the newspaper of your catkin island in Shujian Lake, I I have seen this person's face twice, so I know that his name is Han Jingxin, and he is the half-brother of the prince Han Jingling. He is very famous in the capital of Shihao Kingdom, and he is the most favored queen of Shihao Kingdom. biological son."

Chen Pingan rubbed his palms and said, "I once dealt with His Royal Highness the Prince, whose status is roughly the same as that of Han Jingling and Han Jingxin. They are also brothers in a place called Daquan Dynasty in Tongye Continent. But compared to these two brothers, The two people from Tongyezhou seem to have brighter minds. No matter how good or bad they do, they are at least scheming against others. The Yao'er of the Emperor of Shihao Kingdom in front of me seems to prefer head-on confrontation."

Ma Duyi's face changed slightly.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Don't worry, no one knows your true identity, and the family will not be harmed."

Ma Duyi said angrily: "Do you still need to tell me this? I am worried that you will show off your strength and leave your life here in vain. When the time comes... I will be kidnapped by that perverted prince!"

Of course, Chen Pingan knew that Ma Duyi was sincere and worried about his safety. As for the last half of her sentence, maybe it was because women are naturally thin-skinned and like to deliberately say good things from the bottom of their mouths as bad things.

Chen Pingan turned to her and smiled: "I never asked you to turn around and run away from the beginning to the end, right?"

Zeng Ye's mind was filled with that Miss Su, and she was thinking about how she should deal with Mr. Chen's situation if it happened. Her mind was so confused that she didn't understand what Mr. Chen meant.

Ma Duyi is a smart woman with a delicate heart. Otherwise, she would not have been able to reach the Dongfu Realm of the Fifth Middle School at such a young age. If she had not suffered a misfortune, when facing the dragon, she did not know whether she was mad or something, but she was determined not to. Retreat, otherwise there is hope that in Shujian Lake, you can gradually reach the high position of a monk in the Dragon Gate Realm in this life. By then, you can establish a good relationship with the master of the sect and the monks on several big islands, occupy an island, and you can be regarded as "opening a sect" in Shujian Lake. "Established a faction".

Although Ma Duyi heard what Chen Pingan meant, he was still worried and said, "Mr. Chen really wants to fight to the death with that prince?"

Ma Duyi hurriedly explained: "Of course I don't want to speak for that group of cavalry. It's just that we at Shujian Lake have never been very advocating for disputes of will. We either don't take action or eradicate the root cause. Once there is a conflict with this Han Jingxin, what will happen next? We have to go to the hinterland of Shihao Kingdom and pass through many northern states and counties. Will it be troublesome? Will it delay Mr. Chen’s important events? "

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "I will take care of it. Killing is never the purpose. But this Han Jingxin, after leaving the capital, seemed to kill people for fun and became addicted to it. Among the retinue, there were several heads hanging on the saddles. It didn't look like it. Dali Scout, this means that it is definitely not used as a certificate of military merit, but as an act of murder to vent anger."

Chen Ping'an casually drew a line in the air.

Not only did Zeng Ye not understand, but even Ma Duyi, whose shoulders were covered with snow, felt confused.

Chen Pingan slapped his forehead and said to Ma Duyi: "I forgot that I can put you in my sleeve."

Ma Duyi covered her mouth and smiled.

Over there, Han Jingxin felt hot in his heart when he saw the woman's charming appearance, feeling that the heavy snowfall tonight was not in vain.

He asked with a smile: "Killing a few ignorant monks will cause trouble for Mr. Zeng?"

The middle-aged swordsman shook his head and said: "Kill the monk, no trouble. This heavy snow can help a lot. Destroy the corpse and eliminate traces, just be careful. The problem is that the convoy dozens of miles away, His Highness deliberately did not bury the corpse on the spot. , it is easy for someone to follow the clues and suspect His Highness. If the two are added together, once the other party has three horses, it is really a Genealogy Master who travels down the mountain in the sect, or a wild cultivator on the big island of Shujian Lake, and it will only be His Highness who is in trouble. .So now His Highness has three ways to go."

"First, since we have already set up a big battle, let's learn from each other, take a step back, and ask someone to talk to the young monk who seems to have been seriously injured and has not yet recovered. His Highness openly revealed his identity and said that he wanted to make a deal with him. It is the safest way to pay for that naughty ghost, to use your power to control others, and to buy things with money. Secondly, if both parties pass each other, just pretend that nothing happened. At most, His Highness will miss out on a beautiful blessing. Thirdly, His Highness ordered , we will kill directly, but we just remember to clean up the corpses of that convoy when we turn back, so as not to leave any clues to make people suspicious. The monks on the mountain, as long as they are suspicious, generally speaking, they don’t bother to reason at all."

Han Jingxin nodded. He had thought these things through. However, the subordinates around him should not just have people who could fight and kill. They also had to have a staff member who could make the master less talkative. This Mr. Zeng was the empress's confidant. Then when he went out to Beijing this time, he took it with him, which indeed saved a lot of trouble along the way. Han Jingxin said with sincerity: "It is a pity that Mr. Zeng is not a political advisor. If I have the opportunity to be emperor in the future, I will definitely invite you to serve as a national advisor. That bullshit real protector of the country who was invited by my mother with a lot of money is just a swindler." The embroidered pillow was kidnapped. Although my father was not very helpful in handling the government affairs, he was not blind and too lazy to expose it. He just treated it like raising an actress. He just exchanged the silver for the fairy money on the mountain. My father was behind the scenes. He secretly told me that he only had a few grain rain coins a year, and he praised my mother for being really good at running the house. Look at the state counselors of several other vassal states. If they didn't take out a few grain rain coins a year from the treasury, they would have jumped into rebellion long ago. .”

The thin monkey man over there was impatient and laughed loudly: "Kill the person who raises ghosts. As for the rare and valuable fox-skinned ghost, leave it to your highness to train him well. Such a simple thing . Anyway, we had peeled off more than ten pairs of armors from the Great Li Barbarian Scouts before. Your Highness was kind and righteous, and was willing to deduct the two most valuable ones. Instead of selling them all to that coward general Zhan Jin, he rewarded me with one pair and one pair. We were given this poem by Hengshang, and we kept it in our armor bag anyway. We turned around and killed the two men, just in time for His Highness to take it to the capital to claim credit. His Majesty will definitely be delighted when he sees it. That is a big deal. The special armor of the monks who accompanied the army among the Li Manzi was probably thrown at the feet of those old civil servants in the capital, and no one could pick it up. But I heard that those old skeletons with no more than a few kilograms of lean meat were sitting on the bed. Compared with a Xuanhe martial arts."

The young man shook his head and said, "Don't say these words in the capital."

After a slight pause, Han Jingxin laughed at himself: "But now it's probably no longer troublesome. Even if I curse loudly by holding their ears, they don't have the heart to impeach me anymore. They are all busy looking for a way out, Shi Haoguo Whether your surname is Han or not, it has little to do with them anyway. As long as you can continue to be an official, it is for the benefit of the common people."

He glanced at the south, "My brother, the wise king, is lucky. He originally wanted to hide and be a tortoise, but no matter how hard he thought about it, he was hiding and hiding, and he was almost hiding from a new emperor, even if he couldn't sit for a few seconds. Tian’s newly made dragon chair, after all, it’s a man who has been an emperor, how can I not be envious of him.”

The skinny monkey man was already standing on the horse, "Your Highness, you and Mr. Zeng are talking about your situation. Give me a clear answer. Do you want to kill those two men? Don't worry. That female ghost, I Keep her unharmed!”

Han Jingxin smiled and said: "Go ahead, go ahead. There is also the special armor of Da Liwu Secretary Lang. I won't let you use it in vain. The two contributions will be counted together later."

The skinny monkey man wiped his mouth and said with a smile: "It's good to just follow His Highness and you will have meat to eat."

As a seventh-level martial artist who is extremely good at close combat, and possesses a famous secret skill that gives even fellow warriors a headache, the thin monkey man cannot find an opponent who can satisfy him in the world of Shihao Kingdom. That's when he joined the army. He actually had some connections with the prince at first, but the nerdy prince was not a wise man and was given a false position in the army without any real benefits. So he simply went to Han Jingxin's camp and planned to Fishing in troubled waters, fishing for a general, especially Mr. Zeng's statement about being defeated by thousands of people on the battlefield, made him feel very appetizing.

In the world of martial arts, even if everyone is killed, how many people can be killed?

On the battlefield, tens of thousands of people are often mixed together, fighting to the point where even one of their own can be accidentally killed!