In the Blade

That night, the Governor's Mansion in Jizhou.

The lights in other places were turned off, only Governor Liu's room was still on. Occasionally, a patrolling soldier passed by and couldn't help but sigh at Governor Liu's diligence and hard work.

But only this man named Liu Yanran knew that if there was a choice, no one would want to be busy working at this point. Especially for a martial artist, a good work and rest schedule can ensure sufficient combat power, and staying up all night is simply destroying one's martial arts.

But even so, Liu Yanran had to work all night.

It was just because the mess left by Wang Gaocheng, who had seen a ghost, was too troublesome.

Because Wang Gaocheng didn't like the killing weapons of Jibei, he could only talk about the mysteries and play the piano to preach on weekdays. At present, the replacement of weapons of the Jizhou garrison has been seriously blocked. As Liu Yanran was often dragged by Wang Gaocheng to learn about romantic and famous officials, he also delayed a lot of military affairs that should have been handled. Fortunately, Wang Gaocheng died after all, but these backlogs still had to be done.

"Fortunately, Jibei already has a new grinding craftsman."

Liu Yanran paused, raised his head and looked at the bright moon outside the window.

The bright moon rose into the sky, as bright as blood.

It was a good weather for killing.

"What a pity..."

With a sigh, Liu Yanran finally turned his sight back.

If Wang Gaocheng had not delayed, if his soldiers and armor were complete, then this season would be a good time to gather troops and march north.

Riding on the grassland, pointing his sword at Mobei, maybe he could be engraved on the stone like his name Yanran.

But now...

We still have to deal with these preliminary preparations first.

We have to wait a little longer.

Jizhou Dudu Mansion is not ready yet.

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At the same time, in the distance, Yangjiabao.

In the fort, the old, weak, women and children had all fallen asleep, but the young and strong men of the Yang family were still working hard to rebuild the burned ancestral hall. However, even with Carpenter Li's guidance, the progress of the project was still very slow.

Just because in this process, there will always be various accidents.

At the beginning, the Yang family thought it was just bad luck, but as more and more accidents occurred, many people thought that they had angered their ancestors and were punished.

So even though they knew that working all night might not be useful, the Yang family still worked overtime, just to let the spirits of their ancestors in heaven see their efforts and forgive the sin of the burning of the ancestral hall.

"So where is Sanlang?"

Looking up at the ancestral hall that had already taken shape, the elderly Yang Xuan thought of someone.

"He didn't come again?"

"Sanlang, he said he wanted to practice swordsmanship, and he wanted to kill his own reputation with the sword in his hand like his ancestors."

A member of the Yang family answered casually, with a bit of ridicule in his words.

It's not that this person did it on purpose, but that Yang Sanlang has indeed become the laughing stock of the entire Yangjiabao. He picked up a scimitar from somewhere and said that he wanted to be famous like his ancestors. How could this be possible?

You have to know that the ancestor of their Yang family followed the Taizu Gao Emperor of the Chen Dynasty to fight east and west, and that's how he made such a great reputation. Even though the Yang family in Jizhou has declined today, and there are not even 100 young and strong people in the family, they are still proud of their ancestors whenever they talk about them.

Who is this Yang Sanlang? He has a bad vision and provoked a powerful dragon across the river, and even lost his ancestral sword. Such a person is also worthy of imitating his ancestors?

"Okay, okay, Sanlang is a member of the Yang family after all. Since he has this intention, let him go."

With a sigh, Yang Xuan finally stopped caring about these things.

Even though Yang Sanlang was once the most outstanding son of the family, there are more important things to do for the Yang family at the moment.

The clan's ancestral hall needs to be rebuilt, the crops harvested from the fields need to be processed, and there is also the demand for food and grass from Governor Liu... all those miscellaneous things require Yangjiabao to go all out.

But these things are piled up together.

"The wind is blowing from the north..."

Looking up at the bright moon in the sky, Yang Xuan felt panic for no reason.

He just hoped that those Hu people would not come at this time.

Wait a little longer.

After all, Yangjiabao is not ready yet.

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At midnight, Du Chengfeng in the courtyard was still doing exercises before going to bed.

Carrying logs, leaning against big trees, butchering pigs, dragon and tiger postures, every time before going to bed, Du Chengfeng would practice all the combat techniques he had mastered. As for the red tattoo technique and blog wrestling, they have been integrated into his life and become his daily instinct.

When walking on the road, if there are pedestrians passing by, he will aim at the opponent's vital points at first glance, and then judge the opponent's body shape and center of gravity. Although Carpenter Li kept saying that he was uncomfortable when being stared at by such eyes, for Du Chengfeng, this kind of training is very effective.

However, it is not enough.

To defeat the man named He Xiqing, it is not enough to rely on the current accumulation.

He needs to be stronger, stronger, and stronger.

Fortunately, the route of Governor Liu has been opened, and the entire arsenal of Jizhou is at his disposal. Governor Liu can get the weapon, and he can get the memory attached to the evil spirit. This is undoubtedly a win-win situation.

What's more, on that general flag, he had already figured out how to fight against He Xi Qing.

"It's going to be ready soon, it's going to be ready soon."

When he thought of this, Du Chengfeng clenched his fists.

It's not that Du Chengfeng never thought about running away or hiding far away. After all, Carpenter Li once said that as long as he fled south to the hinterland of Dachen, no matter how brave He Xiqing was, wouldn't it be possible for him to escape? Can we chase him over there?

able.

Only Du Chengfeng himself knew that the man named He Xiqing could really do it.

It was a monster that had understood the evil aura of weapons, and it was an opponent who could level up as long as he killed people. Indeed, he could choose to escape, but could his escape speed really compare to He Xi Qing's killing speed?

Retreating is the real death. Only by taking courage and moving forward can we seize the only chance of life.

Only now, only before He Xi Qing starts to truly become stronger through killing people, can he have the opportunity to deal with this life-and-death enemy once and for all.

"Anyway, go to bed first!"

After practicing, Du Chengfeng took a shower and returned to bed.

It was necessary to recharge his batteries. He had to go to the Jizhou arsenal during the day to polish those weapons. He had to be stronger and become stronger in order to be foolproof.

Have to wait a little longer, wait a little longer.

After all, he was not ready to face He Xi Qing directly.

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The next morning, Du Chengfeng, who had just woken up from his sleep, was about to ride to Jizhen when he heard the news from the panicked Yang family.

Last night, Ji Town was destroyed.

He Xiqing, the former general of the Qingyang tribe, killed Liu Yanran, the commander-in-chief of Jizhou.

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