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Chapter 61 The legend begins!
Li Guanyi exhaled, looked at the nearly perfect, without the slightest loss of the inherited aura of General Xue, and clenched his hands. He thought to himself that by the third year, he would be able to practice the moves of the halberd entering the country to perfection, and then he could learn the moves of Juan Tao.

And in the second year, you can teach Juan Tao's changing moves.

So what will it be like if one cultivates to perfection immediately like now?
It's not that General Xue didn't even consider that someone could do it, so he didn't prepare, right?

Even the moves used when entering the country were mastered in an instant, which was beyond common sense.

Li Guanyi was actually a little worried at this time, and the aura of inheritance left by General Xue looked at Li Guanyi, and it seemed to have regained its original restraint and indifference, and said calmly: "...It has been fully developed, and you can inherit [Rolling Waves]."

Li Guanyi realized that it was inheritance, not teaching.

General Xue raised the weapon in his hand and pressed it against Li Guanyi. His eyes were clear, and then instantly dispersed, transforming into a pure aura, which fell directly on Li Guanyi's brow without any reservation or consumption.

There was a loud bang in Li Guanyi's mind.

There was nothing in front of me.

There seemed to be a faint smell of water coming from the tip of his nose, which gradually brought his consciousness back.

The flow of the piano music also allowed his mind to quickly maintain its own existence. Li Guan opened his eyes and saw the gurgling sound of water around him, the green layers of rocks in the distance, and the undulating mountains.

He felt himself suddenly become taller, his feet stepping on the water. In the distance, there was a woman wearing simple clothes and covering her face with a hood. Her black hair fell slightly. Li Guanyi saw a man in front of him, wearing complex and heavy armor.

This is... Duke Chen? !
Li Guanyi lowered his head and looked at his palms. He saw that his left hand was holding a bow and his right hand was holding a halberd. He saw that he was wearing majestic and gorgeous ceremonial armor, with the golden silk threads used to bind the armor plates slightly raised. He heard the sound made by the vibration of his throat.

He smiled slightly and said, "Duke Chen, it's just a discussion, why take it so seriously?"

Li Guanyi understood.

He came to that memory and transformed into the body of General Xue.

This is the highest level of teaching.

It is not teaching, nor is it assistance, but a direct inheritance of memory.

There is no more effective way to learn than to experience the moves of a top-notch warrior yourself.

Duke Chen seemed to smile and said softly, "Your Majesty evaluated the world's famous generals in the Taihe Palace today, saying that Duke Xue's halberd and my spear are better than the fierce marquis that Taizu faced back then. This is what your Majesty really thinks, saying that our martial arts are enough to rebel."

"If we don't fight, Your Majesty will be uneasy."

This sentence was not in the scene seen before. General Xue smiled slightly, and Duke Chen raised the spear in his hand.

At this time, Li Guanyi felt the breath coming from the opposite side.

Heavy and domineering, like a rock standing firmly under a torrent.

In the memory of five hundred years ago, Duke Chen covered his face with a dark golden mask, like the attire of an ancient martial god, concealing the face and expression of the person wearing the mask, leaving only a pair of quiet eyes.

While watching from the sidelines, Duke Chen stood up facing General Xue who looked like he was vulnerable.

The majestic aura like a mountain made Li Guanyi's consciousness tremble.

He was able to have the honorific title of Duke in the era of great conflict five hundred years ago.

Later generations learned his spear skills and used his magic spear to kill the god-like white wolf that invaded the Central Plains. They broke into the palace with the spear and opened up the destiny of the State of Chen. At this moment, the hero who was revered as the ancestor of the State of Chen launched his own attack.

Like a mountain collapsing and the earth splitting.

Li Guanyi's pupils contracted. He was actually very talented. At this moment, the domineering shot from Duke Chen slowly slowed down in his eyes.

Before entering the country, he had fought with Chen Guogong, who was at a low level, in the secret realm.

I've seen his marksmanship.

At this moment, the magic spear of Duke Chen, which was previously judged to be just a superior spear skill, seemed to be reborn. It became brighter inch by inch, and then was imprinted in Li Guanyi's soul.

Li Guanyi took note of this shot.

Then he felt the movements of General Xue.

He felt the flow of Qi, the mobilization of every muscle, the tense of tendons and bones, the white tiger crawling beside him, and the feeling of holding the halberd in his hand. Everything was as if he had turned into General Xue who used such a move.

This is inheritance.

The halberd sweeps!

Rolling waves!!!

…………

Before that, in the desert.

Pojun, whose camel was frightened to death, and the old man who led the way were crawling hard in the desert.

They lay under the sand dunes. The moonlight seemed like large pieces of silver. The bright and clean sand also reflected the moonlight. It was like they were lying on the moon, with white mist all around.

Under the night and the starlight, the desert seems so vast that it has no end.

It was already a difficult situation for them without mounts, and they also encountered sand bandits who were surrounded by Turkic cavalry. The sand bandits were surrounded and had become crazy, and they would kill even dogs they met. A handsome man like Pojun would have a miserable end.

Pojun was not good at fighting, so he and the old man concealed their breath and hid. The sand bandits riding desert horses searched back and forth for them, but Pojun found a very clever place and concealed their sight, so they couldn't find them and went farther and farther away.

But at this moment, the halberd that was exposed outside suddenly whistled again.

The sand bandits heard the noise and surrounded them. The noisy shouting gradually got closer, and Po Jun grinned.

He planned to fight.

A sand bandit rushed over on a desert horse, holding a scimitar in his hand.

Pojun pulled out a soft sword from the musical instrument and stabbed the sand bandit to death. The old man was dumbfounded. Pojun said, "I'm not good at killing people."

"Remember, you have to think carefully about what the people from the Central Plains of East Land say."

"It's not that I can't, but I can do it a little bit."

He jumped up lightly, swung the horse-head fiddle in his hand in a circle with his backhand, and hit a cavalryman on the head. When the body of the horse-head fiddle made a harsh sound and then cracked, he stabbed out with the sharp end of the broken body and pierced the neck of the third person.

The hollow body of the guitar is like a bleeding groove.

Blood gushed out and dripped onto his clothes. The old man who was leading the way was stunned, looking at this man who, despite lack of water, walking and fatigue, knocked down three crazy desert bandits in one breath.

Pojun picked up the halberd, placed it on the horse, and let the old man ride another horse.

The desert horse is not big in size, with a dry and strong physique. Compared with the tall horses from the Western Regions, they look shorter. The horse-appraising manual says that desert horses have one less lumbar vertebrae and two less caudal vertebrae than horses from the Central Plains and the Western Regions. Their ribs are arched and their hooves are tough, allowing them to gallop wildly in the desert.

The old man rode a horse, and the two of them galloped wildly under the moonlight.

The old man's heart was beating hard. The bandits behind him were chasing them. He shouted:

"You Central Plains people, can your counselors kill people?!"

Po Jun laughed and said, "Even a weak scholar should at least master swordsmanship and archery, be able to hold a chariot driven by four horses with one hand, and wield a war spear with the other hand to harvest the enemy's heads, while shouting Qin Feng's war songs."

The old man admired and said: "The people of the Central Plains are really scary and good at fighting."

Po Jun said: "No, most people in the Central Plains are not good at fighting. My compatriots are afraid of fighting."

The old man was puzzled: "Why?"

Po Jun replied: "Because what they pursue is to defeat the enemy without getting hurt. Once you hurt them and make them bleed, you will see their other side, madness, anger, and ruthlessness that will never stop until they tear their opponents to pieces."

Po Jun killed another man with one hand. His eyebrows were raised and he said, "This is what the Central Plains army calls [the army of sorrow will win] and [the common hatred of the enemy]."

The sound of arrows breaking through the air.

Pojun's internal energy rose, but he was not a warrior after all.

A warrior can be wounded dozens of times and still shout in battle, but his internal energy is not good at breaking the arrows, and the arrows hit the horse, causing the desert horse to fall down. When Po Jun fell, he instinctively hugged the halberd to protect this magic weapon.

The old man had already run a long way, but he gritted his teeth and tightened the reins.

The desert horse turned, and the old man held out his hand and shouted, "Go!"

But the sand bandits were already rushing over like a pack of wild dogs. They were riding on short desert horses, and were much faster than Pojun could mount his horse. They used scimitars, which were more powerful than long swords. Pojun grinned, feeling very unlucky.

He stood up, leaning on his halberd. This magical weapon should not be left here.

Pojun held a rapier in his right hand, and he grinned. In his beautiful eyes was a murderous intent even crazier than that of the Sand Bandits. The Pojun faction that started the war should set the whole world on fire even if they died.

Behind these sand bandits, a string of torches were lit up. They were the Turkic cavalry. In this situation, the sand bandits had no choice but to charge forward.

And at this time——

In Tingfeng Pavilion, Li Guanyi happened to pick up the halberd in the illusion.

In the vast desert, this ancient weapon seemed to have some sense.

It trembled violently, and fell forward, straight and decisively.

The sand bandits who rushed over were split in half, and their blood spilled on the ground. The sweeping gale seemed to be caused by the magic weapon. The sand bandits' movements became sluggish, and their horses shook their heads restlessly, unwilling to move forward.

The sound of horse hooves could be heard.

Behind the sand bandits, the Turkic cavalry were approaching rapidly.

The sand bandits gritted their teeth and clamped the horses' bellies with their spiked boots. The horses felt the pain, roared, and charged forward.

The wind howled violently, and dust gathered. Pojun could not see clearly what was ahead. Then the sand gathered and seemed to turn into a hand, reaching deep from his shoulders and grasping the fallen weapon. The young strategist was stunned, watching the lord he had never seen yet step over him.

Li Guanyi completely merged the consciousness of that move with Xue Shenjiang.

Under the moonlight, a violent storm arose in the desert, and the heavy divine weapon turned autonomously.

In that memory scene, Li Guanyi's spirit, will, inner energy, and Dharma image were all gathered into this move, which set off a raging wave. If the waves swept by the storm are waves and tsunamis, then the famous general holding the halberd should be the storm that sets off this raging wave in troubled times.

He grasped the halberd.

In the distant desert, because of the resonance between Li Guanyi and General Xue, the magic weapon naturally burst out with spirituality, and in the storm it set off, the gathering of sand seemed to turn into a person. Pojun saw 'him' holding up the magic weapon, with the edge of the halberd pointing forward, as if the legend was repeated.

After a pause, he swung out his halberd.

In Tingfeng Pavilion, Li Guanyi mastered [Rolling Waves].

In the desert, a halberd named "Tiger Roaring Sky" swept across, and the blade emitted a low and majestic roar, and the low tiger roar became overbearing.

The storm ahead was torn apart.

Dozens of sand bandits continued to charge, but were cut in half on the way. Blood spilled and dyed the desert red. The head of the sand bandit in the front flew up, and blood sprayed far away, landing on the young man's clothes, dyeing half of his clothes red.

Under the moonlight, the halberd fell down, right in front of Po Jun. The wind blew across the desert, and there were corpses all around. The young man looked ahead. The old man who led the way hurried over to pull him, but before they could leave, the high-raised torches had already covered the place.

The Turkic cavalry is coming.

They rode on war horses, and the armor they wore was not as sophisticated as the ones in the Central Plains, but the rough iron armor carried a wild and murderous feeling. They held the hilt of the heavy sword with one hand and held a torch with the other. The flame was so bright that it seemed to set the moon in the sky on fire.

Leading the group was a young man wearing a forehead ring decorated with gemstones, watching the scene.

"…An evil weapon."

He commented, the warhorse he was riding stepped, and its footsteps fell on the desert, leaving traces of burning flames. This was a mount with the blood of an exotic beast. The owner of the seventh king's tent of the Turks looked at the weapons and the man in front of him and said lightly: "Central Plains people."

"What are you here for?"

The fighting between the grassland and the Central Plains has never stopped for thousands of years. Such words were filled with murderous intent. The old man knelt on the ground with a pale face, surrounded by the heavy cavalry that looked like messengers from hell. He was speechless, and Pojun raised his eyes, but calmly like a guest, and said: "I am here to give you a gift."

The Seventh Turkic King didn't care much and said, "Oh? A gift?"

"what gift?"

Po Jun looked at him and replied, "The Seventh King is not favored here. You long for achievements like the grassland king five hundred years ago, long for the submission of your subjects, and long for your beloved woman, instead of watching her being abducted by your father into the tent and needing you to call her mother."

The old man's scalp tingled.

Almost screamed out.

He wanted to grab a handful of blood-stained sand and stuff it into the mouth of this Central Plains man to make him shut up.

The seven Turkic kings stared at the man in front of them, who had spoken the truth about what was on their mind.

Under the moonlight, the man's eyes were bright. It was not the moon's light, but the wildfire and ambition that seemed to burn the entire grassland every winter when the grass and trees on the grassland withered and turned pale and a fire was thrown down. Po Jun smiled and said:

"I can give you a territory a thousand miles to the west, and make you the most famous among my brothers. By then, your cattle and sheep will graze on the grasslands of Tuyuhun, and you will enjoy the beauties and delicacies of the Western Regions, as well as a scimitar made of gold."

"Maybe one day, everything you desire will return to you."

Such words coming out of this beautiful Central Plains girl sounded like the bewitching words of a demon in a story.

The Seventh Turkic King asked, "What do you want?"

"I have only one wish."

Po Jun held the magic weapon which had calmed down and had not changed at all:

"I hope you can send me back to the Central Plains."

"I am going to meet someone. No matter how chaotic the mountains and rivers are, or how far the road is, I am going to fulfill my destiny."

In the eyes of the old man who led the way, the majestic and violent Seven Kings of the Prairie finally let go of the hilt of the knife, and the man with half of his clothes stained with blood stroked the weapon and smiled slightly. His smile was quiet, and the light of the torch was reflected in his eyes, carrying the flame that would burn down the Western Regions.

The young man who was known in history as "brilliant and cruel" showed his fangs after this.

In Tingfeng Pavilion, Li Guanyi loosened the magic weapon in his hand and his face turned pale.

He learned—

Li Guanyi closed his eyes.

Xue family: War halberd rolling waves.

Duke Chen's magic spear can destroy mountains.

Five hundred years ago, the unique skills of the two famous generals who were fearfully called "Mighty and Strong, Not inferior to Lie Hou" by the emperor of the Central Plains, were combined in one person five hundred years later. In the guest room of the Xue family, Changsun Wuchou raised his head and looked outside. The starlight was quiet, and he sighed:
"Xingyuan Tianning, today is a peaceful day."

The merchant took the letter paper, picked up the pen, and wrote a letter to Fenghuang, which was far away outside the Great Wall, telling him about what had happened that day.

"Second miss."

He paused and put down his pen.

"Li Guanyi is alive again."

(End of this chapter)