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"Sit on the ground, gather Qi in the heart, and concentrate on the four eyes!"

Han Ling looked at the two sitting upright, nodded, recalling the knowledge of swordsmanship that had been poured into his mind, and reciting the formula, "Thirteen general situations, make up for the truth... Men practice qi, women practice blood, and they are touched in silence. If the heart is moved, the yang qi will be stored, and the yang qi will be stored, and the qi and blood will be scattered. I am afraid that it will be difficult to go further in this life, and my life will be in danger. Therefore, it is said: If you want to practice this exercise, you must first...!"

Han Ling opened his mouth and looked at the twins who opened his eyes. The voice stopped abruptly. I accidentally turned my head over!

Sitting on the brocade mat, the twins looked over with concern. Although the two were not strong, they still had a basic understanding. The sword moves described in the beginning of this martial arts and yet to be taught seem to produce a lot of domineering positive energy. Annoyed, the phrase "you must first... (Gong)" just now made the twins think.

Before the two of them thought more deeply, Han Ling hurriedly found a way to fool the past, and said with a wicked smile, "Okay, then, sir, I will teach you swordsmanship by hand."

The twins blushed when they heard the words, and their attention was shifted to the hands.

Han Ling took down a decorative bronze sword from the shelf in the room, held Mei Lian's small hand from behind, wrapped her waist around her waist, and began to teach. She moved around the room with her footsteps and gestures, and the two of them kept grinding. , Bao Tun's tights made Han Ling feel a little itchy.

The heat from behind made Mei Lian no longer suspicious. After practicing the seventy-two sword moves, she blushed and retreated to her sister's position.

My day, if I knew it earlier, I wouldn't talk about teaching it by hand, playing with fire and setting myself on fire.

Han Ling cursed inwardly, and took Lan Yi's soft little hand. The two sisters are exactly the same, even their slender bodies are concave and convex, but Mei Lian is a little calmer and Lan Yi is a little bolder. The sword is really a different kind of stimulation.

The shadow of the sword fluttered, and the shadow of the light flashed. In the last form, the two turned close and quickly retreated. Their bodies were leaning against each other. Han Ling felt the soft jade warm and fragrant. Lan Yi blushed and whispered, "Young Master, you..."

The crystal ears are like fire, and the melon seeds face is shy and has a unique flavor.Han Ling touched his nose and grinned uncontrollably, and asked softly, "Xiao Lan'er, Da Mei'er, do you want to kiss it?"

"Master, son...!" The twins lowered their heads with burning faces, naturally knowing what Han Ling meant by pro.

The twins squeaked for a moment, and responded with a soft mosquito-like voice. With this close relationship, the two became the son's roommates, and they did not fail the son to teach the profound swordsmanship to each other...

Chapter [-] The crow borrows the way, the oriole is behind

Xinzheng City Gate, the sky is a little dark.

At this time, more than a dozen carriages were heavily loaded with sacks, and they were being sealed by a team of Korean banned troops.

The head of the two heavy cavalry teams supporting the army's salaries, there are two gorgeously dressed, riding tall horses. The soldiers on both sides, one on the left and one on the right, are guarding two ink-colored soap flags, with "Anping" on the left and "Longquan" on the right. .

A deputy general of the forbidden army with a seal came forward to pay homage and said, "Report to the two princes, the military salaries have been checked."

The fat man with a seemingly simple and honest smile on the horse's left side heard the words, an inconspicuous light flashed in his small eyes, and the thin man with a sinister right hand looked at each other, revealing a subtle smile.

The skinny man wiped his beard, exhaled cold air from his nostrils, and waved, "Let's go now! Your Majesty has orders, don't delay along the way, and those who violate the order will be executed!"

"Yes!"

The whole army was solemn and solemn, and all the horses slammed out of the city gate under the current heavy cavalry to clear the way.

On the mountain in the distance, Han Ling, who had changed his clothes, kept watching this scene with a folding fan in his hand. He recalled that the twins' silver teeth were like knives last night, which made him feel pain and happiness. These two little girls still need to improve. what.

With a smirk in his heart, Han Ling looked at the army that was drifting away, and jumped up to follow. The mountains and rocks along the way were hanging, deserted and uninhabited. The Seven Kingdoms War caused the people to flee into the nearby city, leaving only the ruined villages. Occasionally scrawny mice burrowed through.

The sky was getting darker and darker, the dark clouds weighed down like lead, and the air became damp.

What the hell is this Ji Wuye doing with the two princes who were obviously colluding? Han Ling scolded secretly. They have traveled for more than ten miles since they set off, but they still haven't seen their hands and feet.

At this time, a soldier in the rear convoy saw that it was dark and the road was slippery, so he lit a torch when he wanted to take a look at the road.

The skinny man Long Quanjun in front of him changed his face and rushed to the carriage, with a few whips around his head. Han Ling noticed that his main target was the torch, and he was quite eager. The newly lit torch immediately fell away from the carriage. The tide shivered on the muddy floor, rolled over and then went out.

Longquan Jun angrily scolded, "Who asked you to light the fire! The former convenience is the Valley of Broken Souls, and I am afraid of thieves. In the future, without my order, no open fire will be allowed again!"

Han Ling raised his eyebrows, this explanation was far-fetched, the eager expression just now was a manifestation of inner fear, not only Longquan-Jun, but also An Ping-Jun, who was riding in the front, was also vaguely relieved after the torch was far away from the carriage and went out. He has an intuition that the military salaries on the carriage... are tricky!

After thinking about it, the corner of Han Ling's mouth twitched slightly, and he let this young master see what was inside. He picked up a stone from the rock and weighed it, poured internal force and smashed it towards Longquanjun's mount below, breaking the air. In the middle, the stone hits with one blow.

"Shoululu!" The dark horse immediately raised his head in fright, and knocked the frightened Longquan-jun to the ground. Several adjutants immediately surrounded him and shouted, "There is an enemy attack!"

Leaving a few soldiers scattered by the carriage, nervously clenching their spears towards the rocks flying out of the rock, they saw only a prominent folding fan flying high into the sky, but no one was there. His eyes were suddenly drawn to the folding fan that swirled upwards, and there was a lot of discussion, "What is that?"

"Is it the enemy's weapon?"

Like a white horse passing through a gap, Han Ling slid to the side of the carriage and glanced at Han Ling. He could even see the slow motion of the soldiers on both sides slowly raising their heads. With a chuckle, he moved his sword and pulled out a small piece of broken gold from the sack. , floating away, coming and going without a shadow.

A soldier next to the carriage was startled, as if he felt something, but when he looked again, there was nothing in front of him. He thought he was looking at the folding fan in the sky and rubbed his eyes.

On the mountain rock in the distance, watching the troops regrouping and leaving cautiously, Han Ling turned his attention to the small piece of broken gold on his hand, which seemed to be smoking in the turbulent air, and a line of small characters was faintly emerging from above. Come out: "Water eliminates gold", it is obtained by alchemy of calcium carbide mineral, which melts when it encounters water, and releases flammable gas. After accumulating a certain amount, it explodes when it encounters fire. Players grab it from the Korean army.

I am afraid that the salaries of these dozen vehicles have already been lost by the water consumption. Han Ling looked at the army gradually entering the valley in front of him. According to what Longquan said, it should be called Broken Soul Valley. Where is it?Ji Wuye's general's mansion has been watched, it should be unlikely.

Han Ling's light flashed, and the scene of seeing Ji Wuye's "Falcon" sneaking into the barren mountains and mountains late at night came to mind last night. If you want to hide the army's salaries outside, then that place should be the most likely!

A loud and noisy shout suddenly came from the misty valley in the distance, "Ghost... ghost soldier! It's the soldier of Zheng who was killed by the pit, turned into a ghost soldier!"

Han Ling saw dozens of black shadows with swords in tattered armor looming in the mist, and a pair of red eyes faintly appeared from their blood-stained helmets, like ghosts floating in the mist.

Accompanied by strange screams, the sky was gloomy, and the dark clouds finally couldn't hold back the weight of the water vapor. They turned into raindrops and fell down. The ghost soldier pointed at the sack on the carriage at the right time. The rain fell on it, and a lot of smoke came out.

This is? !A soldier split the sack with a sword, opened his mouth wide, and exclaimed in a hoarse voice, "Military pay! Military pay is decreasing!"

"It's the ghost soldiers who borrowed the way! They took away the army's salary!"

It should have been a gloomy and eerie picture.

But in the eyes of Han Ling, who knew the truth, it was like a farce, which made him laugh. The so-called ghost soldiers also showed their original shape under the appraisal technique. They were just a few crows wearing the armor of Zheng Guo's soldiers. ...

In this way, the last time I saw Mo Crow's information, there was an ability to control Crow. He should be hiding in the fog of Broken Soul Valley now. Han Ling's heart moved, then the defensive power on that barren mountain, Isn't that a lot of emptiness?

Chapter [-] Mine, all mine