Peach and plum spring breeze and a glass of wine

Dawn breaks in the east and the full moon hangs in the west.

Yang Ge's clothes were floating in the sky, and Leng Yue's knife floated quietly behind him, emitting a bright light, setting off his tall and straight figure, as if he had been banished to the world.

"Master Yang, you're welcome!"

A hundred feet away, a rickety old man still dressed in a black dragon robe and a nine-pointed crown on his head as a king. Under the night, his whole body continued to radiate bright yellow light to the surroundings, as if he was in a magnificent bright hall. The real dragon emperor above is also like a living Buddha who is sitting in lotus position and emitting pure and unsullied Buddha light from behind.

Yang Ge looked directly at him and whispered lightly: "Are you threatening me just now?"

The two of them were separated by hundreds of feet, but the conversation seemed to be just a short distance away.

The rickety old man smiled lightly and said, "If you are looking for Master Yang, it would be better to ask him to come out of the camp and have a talk than if I come to visit you personally."

"This is indeed the truth."

Yang Ge nodded slightly and replied expressionlessly: "But I'm very unhappy with what you did!"

The rickety old man raised his palms and bowed slightly: "As long as Mr. Yang is willing to stop fighting and make a truce, I am willing to apologize to Mr. Yang."

Yang Ge sneered: "Hundreds of thousands of hot-blooded men mobilized troops and fought thousands of miles. You just apologized and canceled it? Who do you think you are?"

The rickety old man looked directly at Yang Ge for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled and said: "Speaking of which, if it weren't for the shamelessness of layman Yang, who used the big to bully the small, the children of Changshengtian would not necessarily be in such a mess..."

Yang Ge narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Are you threatening me again?"

The rickety old man also smiled and nodded: "If Master Yang thinks that I am threatening you... then so be it!"

"Let's go, let's go..."

Brother Yang opened his eyes and stretched out his hand to hold the handle of Leng Yue's sword: "We've come, let's settle old and new accounts together today."

When the rickety old man saw this, his pupils shrank slightly, and then he smiled nonchalantly and said: "A layman should think twice before he behaves well and fires his bow... but there is no turning back!"

"When you raise your troops and go south..."

Yang Ge replied with a smile. Before he could finish his words, his figure had turned into a stream of light. In the blink of an eye, he had crossed a distance of a hundred feet and struck the crooked old man's neck with a knife: "How could I never have thought that there would be no turning back arrow when shooting a bow?" ?”

The rickety old man had already predicted that he might suddenly explode, but now when he faced Yang Ge's fierce aura that seemed to destroy him, his heart couldn't help but shrink, and he subconsciously pulled away and quickly retreated...

Yang Ge slashed the air with his sword, flew after him without hesitation, and followed up with the "Spring Thunder Burst" move, setting off a waterfall of dark purple sword energy.

"Bang!"

The rickety old man retreated while waving his palms to meet the attack. In the roar of the dragon that shook the world, a bright yellow five-clawed divine dragon died together with the thunderous monster sword energy, turning into a sky-blue light curtain that slowly swayed in the sky. In an instant, the dim night was illuminated like day!

As the two men chased and retreated, the battlefield moved from the sky above the Wei military camp to a wasteland.

Yang Ge no longer had any worries, and his murderous intent became more and more fierce. His whole body turned into a stream of light that could not be caught by the naked eye, and poured out sword energy crazily around the rickety old man.

The rickety old man remained unchanged in response to all changes. His pair of fleshy palms were like two towering mountains, unleashing waves of overwhelming palm power, blocking all the sword energy in the sky three feet away from where he stood.

The dense and deep roar was like the thunderous bursts during the Waking of Insects, shocking hundreds of miles away.

"Jushi Yang is only thirty years old, but he has already reached the top of the world. Why bother to fight for his life with the bones in my grave?"

"You dare to talk while you are distracted during a fight with me? You are so brave...try my trick of 'arrogant but regretful'!"

The sword aura in the sky disappeared, and Yang Ge appeared. He held the sword in both hands and slashed Huashan with all his strength. He slowly slashed at the rickety old man through the air with a sword that was as light as heavy.

The rickety old man had suffered losses before, so he did not dare to be careless when he saw this. He took a long breath and faced Yang Ge with a palm: "I would also like to ask Master Yang to comment on my move of 'covering the sky with one hand'!"

On Yang Ge's side, he split Huashan Mountain with an ordinary force. When Leng Yue's sword fell, an unpretentious thirty-foot sharp sword aura appeared. When the sharp sword aura fell, there was no sword that could penetrate the clouds and crack the stone. The sound of the movement was not assisted by the radiant Qi characteristics. It was as mediocre as the sword Qi of a swordsman who had just mastered his swordsmanship.

On the side of the rickety old man, the moment he took out his palm, a bright yellow shadow that was more than ten feet high suddenly appeared from his body. The shadow was also dressed as an emperor in a dragon robe and a crown, like a king Buddha who had taken refuge in the Dharma. , as the rickety old man moved slowly and quickly, he raised his right hand to face the sharp sword energy.

"clang……"

The bright sword energy struck the big hand of King Buddha's phantom. It was obviously a collision of energy, but it made a roaring sound of gold and iron that seemed to be colliding with real objects.

Both of them felt an incomparable force coming back, and they secretly gritted their teeth and forced their energy to withstand the force.

After a stalemate for more than ten breaths, the two men, who were unable to follow up, withdrew their moves at the same time and soared into the sky.

"boom."

The two terrifying energies turned into a mushroom cloud. For a moment, the ground trembled, the wind blew violently, and the Wei military camp and the Tatar military camp dozens of miles away could clearly be heard!

High in the sky, the two of them were dozens of feet apart, staring intently at their opponent, breathing like an ox.

After a while, the rickety old man asked in a deep voice: "The move that Master Yang just did... seems familiar and somewhat paradoxical, but did it evolve from the original move of 'never come back'?"

"good eyesight!"

Yang Ge responded lightly, paused, and suddenly asked: "Old monk, although you dress like a king, but judging from your martial arts... you are not the last emperor of Meng Yuan, are you?"

"oh?"

The rickety old man seemed to be interested: "Why do you see it?"

"You imitate the appearance of a king in every aspect."

Yang Ge stared at him, seeming to question, but also seeming to verify: "You don't know that kings are formless... Painting tigers as cats, pretending to be Buddhas and demons, you must have lived a worse life than a pig or a dog when you were young, right?"

The rickety old man didn't pay attention to his conflicting words. Instead, he showed a look as if he was awake in a dream: "A good king is without form, and Master Yang is at a high level!"

Yang Ge saw that he was not fooled and did not care. Since he had already tested out that the old Bideng did not cultivate this terrifying imperial aura with the dignity of an emperor, then no matter what secret method he used to forcibly cultivate this imperial aura, There must be flaws in everything!

Otherwise, he would not have to wear a dragon robe and a crown all the time, calling himself a loner, and trying to make his words and deeds consistent with his martial arts.

Since there is a flaw, then increase the pressure and force out his flaw!

The real can not be fake, the fake can not be real!

With a thought in his mind, Yang Ge turned into a stream of light and rushed forward again, and the Lengyue knife exploded into a brilliant sword light...

When the rickety old man saw this, he stepped back without hesitation, opened a safe distance, and then waved a pair of bronze palms to crush the sword energy in the sky.

…

While Yang Ge and the rickety old man were entangled endlessly, the decisive battle on one side had already begun.

The earth-shattering sound of war drums resounded throughout the world, and 165,000 Wei soldiers came out in three groups, pressing against the Tatar camp at the mouth of the Three Gorges.

And the Tatar army in that compartment also knew that the moment of decisive battle had arrived. Under the command of the desolate trumpet sound, the 300,000 Tatar army moved slowly like waves, pushing towards the oncoming Wei army like a slow giant. .

Nearly half a million troops from both sides were like gloomy dark clouds, covering dozens of miles of grassland!

Both sides have reasons why they cannot lose.

Rise and fall, life and death...all happen today!

"I, the son of Liaodong, will take the lead in this battle!"

Under the flag of the Chinese army commander, the generals looked down at the sand table that had marked the situation of the enemy and ourselves. Jiang Kui was the first to speak. He pointed at the Tatar right wing: "Later, the Chinese army will hold still, and a certain army will lead the army to attack the Tatar right wing first. Once the Tatar elite cavalry was dispatched, General Xie took advantage of the opportunity to circle back from the Tatar left wing, seize the Tatar center, and beat them head to tail without looking at each other..."

The generals followed his pointing and simulated the battle situation.

Zhou Fu was the first to shake his head: "We can't fight like this. The Tatar cavalry have the advantage. Once your troops fall in, it will be difficult to break out. And Kuaibai will not be stupid enough to release all the cavalry at once. All of them will fail. And I trapped you all!”

Jiang Kuixin said that they could charge out, but after listening to Zhou Fu's words, he still changed his mind and said: "Then we will fight around the left wing of the Tatars. General Xie will hold his troops still for now. If the Tatar cavalry comes less, we will cooperate with a certain family to cooperate with others." , let’s eat a group of Tatar cavalry first... The morale of the Tatars is already low. As long as we win the first battle, we will definitely take advantage of the victory and pursue it!"

Zhou Fu held the sand table and looked down for a long time, and finally shook his head: "It's still too aggressive. General Xie attacked the camp and disturbed the enemy all night last night. The Tatars must already know the total number of our cavalry and will not be unprepared... And I am suspicious. , the Tatars have deployed heavy troops on both wings, just waiting for us to take advantage!"

"oh?"

Shen Fa looked at the sand table carefully: "How can you see it?"

"The number is wrong!"

Zhou Fu pointed at the two wings of the Tatars: "The Tatar chief Kuibai is a veteran who has been on the battlefield for a long time. There is no way to retreat from the Three Gorges entrance. He will not know the importance of the two wings. However, he has an army of 300,000 people, and the left and right wings are There are only 112,000 people, but the Chinese army holds nearly 200,000 troops... Isn't this tempting us to attack their flanks? "

Shen Fa observed for a moment, nodded and said, "General Zhou is suspicious... Kuai Bai is planning an empty city?"

"The empty city plan is not that bad..."

Zhou Fu hesitated for a moment, shook his head and said: "They have more troops than us. Even if they only arrange 50,000 to 60,000 people in the central army, we will not be able to break through their formation in a short time. This time is enough to ambush and return reinforcements. "

All the generals felt that what he said was reasonable, and they all stared at the sand table and fell into deep thought.

At the right time, a scout Pegasus came to report: "General, more than fifty people are riding Pegasus from the rear of the army. The three leaders said that Yang Tiansheng, Xiang Wudi, and Li Jincheng asked to see Lu Tinggong, General Yang!"

"Why are they here?"

Zhou Fu, Liu Tang, Jiang Kui and others were overjoyed when they heard this. After coming back to their senses, they all looked at Shen Fa with smiles. Finally, they remembered that this guy was also eating at the same table with Yang Tiansheng and others at Yuelai Inn. , and immediately stopped hiding his joy and smiled.

Zhou Fu immediately grabbed a command flag and handed it to the scouts: "Invite them over quickly!"

"yes!"

The scout took the command flag, got on his horse and galloped away.

After a while, the scout led a large group of burly figures in messy clothes and hurried to the commander's flag.

Zhou Fu and others glanced at them: Yang Tiansheng, Xiang Wudi, Li Jincheng, Wu Eryong, the Twelve Earthly Branches... The four branches of the Mingjiao, Lianlianwu, Xiangjia, and White Lotus sect who went on the eastward expedition in the past were all here!

Fifty-five people in total!

If we add the seven people from the Xiuyi Guards headed by Liu Tang...

There are sixty-two people in total, sixty-two masters who are at the lowest level of True Return!

"Why are you here?"

"Damn it, didn't Mr. Xiang tell you that you went to sea? When did you come back?"

"What have you twelve been doing these past few years? Why haven't I heard anything about you twelve?"

Seeing them, Zhou Fu, Liu Tang and others all came forward to greet them. Regardless of the dark complexion on one side, which was as dark as the bottom of a pot, they put their arms around each other with smiles on their faces, beating their chests and patting their heads.

"Why else? Where's the second brother? He actually hid such great fun from me. Is he such a brother?"

"Did you run far enough? It took us more than half a month to catch up with you..."

"We have been back to Japan in the past two years, and we just came back not long ago!"

Seeing that they never finished chatting, Shen Fa finally couldn't bear it anymore and said loudly with a dark face: "That's enough! What about the war? Can we talk about business first?"

Everyone glanced at him.

Those who recognized him said angrily and ignored him.

Those who did not recognize him whispered in confusion: "Who is this guy? He is so domineering. Has he never died before?"

Someone quickly hugged them and whispered: "Brothers, this is the commander of our embroidered clothes guard..."

"oh!"

Everyone who didn't recognize Shen Fa suddenly realized that everyone, led by the Twelve Earthly Branches, immediately rolled up their sleeves and surrounded Shen Fa with evil eyes: "Are you the fucking Shen Fa?"

Shen Fa's face changed drastically, and he said loudly and sternly as he retreated: "What are you doing, what are you doing? This is a military camp..."

The Twelve Earthly Branches don't care about this. They raise their fists and let them know why the flowers are so red.

"okay!"

Yang Tiansheng spoke at the right time and stopped the Twelve Earthly Branches and others who were about to perform a full martial arts show among thousands of troops: "Business matters!"

After a pause, he glanced at Shen Fa and said expressionlessly: "Don't think that just because you live in the capital, you can sit back and relax and do whatever you want. If my second brother hadn't taken care of you, your ten lives would not be enough to kill you!"

Shen Fa had a dark face and didn't dare to say a word.

Yang Tiansheng slapped Zhou Fu on the shoulder and pulled him in front of him: "Old Zhou, where is the second brother?"

Zhou Fu quickly replied: "At dawn, a Tatar came to the door, and the second brother chased him."

Yang Tiansheng was stunned for a moment, and was about to say, 'There are still idiots in this world who dare to seek his death.' Suddenly he remembered the Tatar master that Yang Ge had mentioned at the Yuelai Inn the year before last, and immediately changed his words: "Then first Tell me about your side..."

Zhou Fu pulled him to the sand table and told Yang Tiansheng in a few words the situation between the enemy and ourselves that they had just discussed.

Yang Tiansheng slapped his thigh: "Isn't this simple? Just come and bring three to five thousand soldiers and horses with us, and we will break the formation!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xie Yu stepped out of the queue and said loudly: "I'll go with you!"

Yang Tiansheng turned around and jumped on his red carbon fire dragon colt, turning the horse's head: "Brothers, break the formation!"

"Let's go!"

"Dejin, this is the fucking Dejin day!"

"Let's go, let's kill him without leaving any trace..."

"drive……"

A group of people jumped on their horses and rushed towards the front army.

Even Liu Tang and others took a sneak peek at Shen Fa and then bravely blended in.

As a result, before they could get far, another thunderous horse neighing sound came from the rear of the Chinese army. Everyone turned around and saw a majestic horse retreating from the wooden stake, shaking its head and running towards Yang Tiansheng. Their horses.

"Isn't this the second brother's second black?"

"It's Erhei!"

"Hahaha, Erhei, do you also want to follow us into battle to kill the enemy?"

"Then let's walk!"

"Let's go!"

Everyone jumped out of the formation laughing and joking. Xiang Wudi, who was walking at the front, suddenly raised the steel gun in his hand, raised his head with a big smile and shouted: "How can I say that I have no clothes!"

Everyone raised their weapons in unison, laughed and raised their heads in response: "I share the same robe with you!"

Sixty-two riders went against the north wind and charged towards the 300,000 Tatar army!

…

"Hoo, ho, ho..."

After fighting for hundreds of moves again with no outcome, Yang Ge and the rickety old man separated again. Both of them were steaming with heat and panting like cattle, but their eyes were still fixed on their opponent.

The rickety old man has come to his senses now. It doesn't look like he is here just to win the battle for national destiny...

"Last resort."

Yang Ge took a deep breath, stabilized his breath and said in a deep voice: "One move can determine life and death, determine the outcome!"

The rickety old man's eyes widened in anger, and his face was distorted as he roared: "Junior, do you really want to die with me?"

Yang Ge almost laughed out loud: "It's not the first time we've dealt with each other, why do you say such harsh words?"

He slowly raised the Lengyue Knife in his hand and said softly: "This move is a recent creation of mine. I don't know how powerful it is yet. If I disappoint you, I hope Haihan will give it a try!"

As soon as the rickety old man heard the word "grassroots", his vest suddenly became cold.

The power of the two moves that Yang Ge created back then was still fresh in his memory!

"I learned this trick from the hardships of the soldiers on the border..."

Yang Ge whispered to himself, and the majestic spiritual power swarmed out and turned into a substantial purple light, carrying a massive amount of heaven and earth energy and rushing towards Yang Ge.

The rickety old man looked at this scene and felt his scalp numb and goosebumps all over his body.

The next second, he turned around and ran away, roaring angrily: "Junior, just wait for me..."

However, before he could finish his cruel words, he heard a "bang" sound, and two sword lights, one green and one white, rose into the sky from the grassland on the ground, attacking him from the left and the right, blocking him. the way to go.

The rickety old man subconsciously swung away the two long swords with his palm, and then glanced around. He was shocked when he saw the appearance of the two men. He instantly understood that this was a plan specifically targeting him.

He lost his temper and roared hysterically: "You stupid martial arts people from the Central Plains, you don't talk about martial ethics, you bully others..."

The screams and roars interrupted his yelling. As soon as the rickety old man turned around, he saw Yang Ge, who was covered in purple light and looked like a god and a demon. He struck at his head with a light knife without any pyrotechnics: "This sword is called...Zhi Ge!"

The rickety old man could not describe the charm of this knife in words!

No murderous intent!

No sword power!

Even the sword energy seems soft and soft, like a soft colored drill...

But at this moment, facing this knife, he seemed to be facing the vast ocean alone: ​​unstoppable and nowhere to escape!

A huge scarlet word "death" completely occupied his mind in a very short period of time and crushed his fighting spirit.

"Even if I die, I will never let you have an easy time!"

He roared heart-breakingly to the sky, and the moment three weapons were about to be inserted into his body... he exploded.

"Bang..."

A mushroom cloud soared dozens of feet high, but the strange thing was that the mushroom cloud was neither bright yellow nor the color of flames, but a scarlet red with a hint of green.

The three people who had already entered within ten feet of the rickety old man were blown away by the terrifying energy without any suspense. They were like three broken paper kites, carried by the powerful air wave and flew tens of feet away.

Fortunately, when the rickety old man self-destructed, the three of them all raised their weapons to attack and broke through the first wave of energy impact of the rickety old man's self-destruction.

Yang Ge hit the grassland hard and slid back ten feet with the Lengyue Knife before he stabilized his body. Then he felt a surge of energy and blood, which he couldn't suppress no matter how hard he suppressed it.

"Pfft..."

He opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of blood, and his whole body was so weak that he almost collapsed to the ground.

Not far away, Zhang Xuansu walked over quickly with concern: "How are you?"

Yang Ge secretly gritted his teeth, held the Lengyue knife in his hand and stood up, lifted up his sleeves and wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth, and said with a wry smile: "The injury is a bit serious..."

Zhang Xuansu couldn't help but slow down, and after looking him up and down several times, he took out a small jade bottle from his waist angrily and threw it to Yang Ge from a distance: "I secretly made the Great Return Pill at Longhu Mountain. Eat as much as you like!”

Yang Ge caught the small jade bottle and took a look at it, then put it into his arms with a smile on his face: "Thank you, Lao Zhang!"

Zhang Xuansu's face became unattractive, but he still didn't say anything.

At the right time, Jiang Ping, whose face was still plain, walked over slowly with a piece of grass and handed it to Zhang Xuansu: "Take a look."

Zhang Xuansu took the grass in confusion, looked at it, smelled it, and suddenly seemed to realize something. He shook his hands and threw the grass out like a reflex: "Corpse poison?"

Jiang Ping nodded: "You also think it's corpse poison?"

Zhang Xuansu: "Where did it come from?"

Jiang Ping pointed sideways at the messy grassland: "It's everywhere."

Zhang Xuansu suddenly realized: "The one on the old monster?"

After Jiang Ping was silent for a moment, he spoke again: "I may know who this old monster is."

Yang Ge and Zhang Xuansu said at the same time: "Who?"

Jiang Ping calmly spit out a name: "Meng Yuan Demon Monk, Yang Lian Zhenjia."

Zhang Xuansu was stunned, with a look of disbelief on his face.

Yang Ge asked confused: "Who is he?"

Zhang Xuansu took a deep breath and said slowly: "The Monk of Mengyuan, when the Mongolian cavalry trampled the Central Plains, this person, with the support of the Mongolian nobles, robbed the tombs of emperors of all dynasties and pried off the skulls of the emperors to make The magical tools and methods suppress the luck of the Central Plains... According to legend, this person died of corpse poison in Jiangsu and Zhejiang a long time ago, but unexpectedly he survived until now! "

Yang Ge was also stunned for a few seconds, and said "No wonder" in his mind several times, and then smiled and said: "The ancestors have blessed us and asked us to kill this demon monk today, cut his body into thousands of pieces, crush his bones and spread ashes!"

"well said!"

Zhang Xuansu suddenly became happy when he heard this statement: "You kid didn't coax the Taoist master. This time you have really accumulated great virtues!"

Yang Ge smiled, raised the Cold Moon Sword, clasped his palms to the two of them, and said solemnly: "Yang Lian Zhenjia is dead. Thank you two seniors for your help. I will come to thank you someday. Now I am worried about the situation of the war, so I will I don’t want to talk to the two seniors anymore...the junior will take the first step!”

After saying that, without waiting for the two of them to reply, he turned around, used his remaining strength, and turned into a sword energy and rushed towards the main battlefield in that wing.

The two watched him disappear into the sky with silent expressions. Jiang Ping nodded and said softly: "The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and a new generation replaces the old."

Zhang Xuansu also agreed very much: "Aside from being a little stingy, holding a grudge, having dirty hands, not respecting the elderly very much, and having a bad temper...it's really not bad."

Jiang Ping glanced at him sideways.

…

When Yang Ge reluctantly flew back to the main battlefield, he felt dizzy and almost couldn't maintain his sword energy.

He forced himself to scan the scene once more. Before he could see the battlefield with the loud killing sound, he saw a familiar fiery red sword energy.

Looking at it carefully again, his heart suddenly relaxed, and he couldn't maintain the sword energy and fell towards the place where the fiery red sword energy shined.

In the center of the battlefield, Yang Tiansheng was leading 61 riders to kill the generals and seize the flags in the midst of thousands of troops. Suddenly, he saw an object falling from the sky. He turned his head subconsciously and saw Yang Ge falling on Erhei's back.

He was overjoyed and was about to shout, but he saw Yang Ge spit out a large mouthful of blood with a "puff".

"Fuck..."

"Second brother?"

"Second brother!"

"Second brother, how are you?"

"Are you seriously injured?"

Everyone was shocked when they saw this, and they asked loudly with concern while waving their weapons and fighting.

Yang Ge hit the horse's belly to stabilize his body, and pulled the reins with his left hand to drive Erhei forward: "I'm fine, everyone concentrate on fighting... Boss, what's the situation?"

Although his mind was already fuzzy and not working well at this time, he still didn't ask them why they were here... He didn't need to think to know that he must have taught this guy to catch his horse's feet on Guangmingding before.

Yang Tiansheng pointed his sword towards the sky, and the eight swords that were raging around him immediately soared into the sky, forming a big sword, and with one sword, they harvested all the Tatar soldiers who were crowded in front of them.

He seized the opportunity and responded loudly: "The Tatars played an empty city trick on Lao Zhou, and Lao Zhou responded with a trick to catch the enemy first."

Yang Ge: "Oh, where are we now?"

Yang Tiansheng raised his head and pursed his lips, motioning him to look forward: "Isn't that it?"

Yang Ge turned his head and saw a tall general flag sticking out seventy or eighty feet in front of him. Countless Tatar soldiers wearing several layers of iron armor gathered around the general flag, and countless Tatar soldiers around were surging towards the general flag.

He tried hard to think about it, and then he drew out the Lengyue sword without hesitation, and swung out a thirty-foot-long bright sword energy, shooting towards the place where the general flag was standing.

The sharp sword energy flattened all the Tartar soldiers along the way like a sharp blade cutting tofu, and accurately swept past the tall general flag, and even the layers of Tartar armored soldiers under the general flag were cut in half.

Yang Ge looked at the general flag without focus, watching it slowly fall, watching the Tartars around him with terrified faces and panic.

Yang Tiansheng also stared blankly at the general flag slowly falling, watching the duck that was about to be eaten grow wings... and fly away!

"Ah!"

He turned his head and grabbed Yang Ge's neck in a rage, shaking him hard and saying: "Yang Laoer, you really deserve to die, I finally got a chance to show off..."

"Puff."

A large mouthful of blood sprayed on Yang Tiansheng's face, Yang Ge's eyes went black, the world spun, and he could no longer hold on and slowly softened on the horse's back.

At the last moment of losing consciousness, he heard Yang Tiansheng's panicked shout.

He also heard the cheers of countless border soldiers who were overjoyed.

‘Finally I can have a good sleep. ’

He whispered in a low voice with peace of mind.

…

Zhaode Year 3, early autumn.

Linjiang County, Gewu School.

Zhao Miao, with a slightly bulging belly, slowly walked through the long corridor with the teaching plan in her arms. She raised her increasingly round face and looked at the bright autumn sun outside the corridor. The clear and elegant fragrance of the yellow horn orchid still lingered in front of her nose…

Xiao Huang followed her closely. Half of its beard was already white, but its eyes were still bright and its ears were still very useful. Even if a bird flew past Zhao Miao, it would prick up its ears and turn its head to look at it with a serious face.

A man and a dog walked slowly towards the classroom at the end of the corridor. Before they got close, they heard a gentle and clear voice: "Come, read it again with me, a, o, e, i, u, v..."

"a, o, e, i, u, v..."

Hearing the children's long-pitched babbling, Zhao Miao gently stroked her belly, her big eyes slowly narrowed, revealing her cute tiger teeth.

She listened with a smile for a while, then slowly walked to the front door, knocked on the open door and pretended to be serious and said: "Teacher Yang, why are you delaying the class again!"

"Ah?"

In the classroom, Yang Ge, who was wearing a plain long gown, was still holding a pointer and pointing at the blackboard. Hearing this, he asked in a daze: "Is the get out of class over?"

The little kids sitting neatly in the classroom responded in unison: "The get out of class is over!"

Yang Ge put down the pointer helplessly: "Okay, get out of class is over!"

(The whole book is over)