Xu Qing and Wei Wuji have known each other for decades and were once comrades who shared life and death on the battlefield.
But last night, Wei Wuji took Yuan Hongxin and hit Xu Qing hard in the face.
Xu Qing, who knew the whole story, immediately put Yuan Hongxin in prison. Yuan Hongxin has the power to mobilize troops, but the matter is obviously not just as simple as catching the murderer.
Xu Qing smiled bitterly. Facing Wei Wuji, he knew that he, the coach of the Northern Territory Army, was of little use.
"Don't worry, I will give you an explanation on this matter." Xu Qing said.
Then Xu Qing said again: "However, I am very curious. If you don't ask about the world for so many years, who are you standing up for today?"
Wei Wuji's expression did not change, as if he had not heard Xu Qing's words.
Xu Qing smiled bitterly again. He knew what Wei Wuji didn't want to say, and he wouldn't say it even if he was beaten to death.
Immediately, Xu Qing said again: "A few days ago, there were night ghosts in Beiliang City."
When Wei Wuji heard this, his hand holding the tea cup stopped, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes. After only a moment of strangeness, Wei Wuji returned to his original calmness.
Xu Qing was keenly aware of this and continued: "The night ghost attacked and killed the prince. Your Majesty ordered me to command ten thousand tiger troops to protect the prince's safety. Back then, you dealt with..."
Wei Wuji interrupted Xu Qing and said, "Xu Qing, these matters have nothing to do with me."
Xu Qing sighed, looked at Wei Wuji, and said: "I know the grievances of Beidou Camp back then. But when His Majesty first took charge of the government, many things were forced. So..."
boom!
A crisp sound.
The tea cup shattered on the ground.
Wei Wuji said angrily: "So what? So we and other Beidou camp soldiers deserve to bear the humiliation of treason and rebellion? The lives of hundreds of soldiers are like grass and grass, dying in a dark prison?"
"Don't forget Xiao Yuande. If it weren't for our Beidou Camp, he wouldn't be able to sit on such an imperial throne. If it weren't for the Lord, he would have died hundreds of times. But in the end, what did our Beidou Camp get in exchange?"
"The Lord is dead, the Seven Star Generals are seriously injured and are hiding from the world. There is not even one out of ten in the Beidou Camp. Those who survive by chance are stigmatized and reviled by others! Why, why do you think he, Xiao Yuande, can sit on the throne safely? Beidou Those who died in the camp were reviled and reviled.”
The sound from the big tent spread outside.
The soldiers on duty were all curious about who was inside and how dared to yell at the commander of the Northern Army like this!
Wei Wuji was angry. The anger that had been suppressed for more than ten years burst out in these few words.
Xu Qing knew some truths, but even if he was the head coach of the Northern Army, there was nothing he could do about it.
"Brother Wei..."
Wei Wuji waved his hand, indicating that Xu Qing did not need to continue talking.
"In short, the Beidou Camp is no longer here, and the Night Ghost thing is not something I need to worry about. I only treat it as my Xianyun Yehe, and I have no control over the affairs of the Great Chu Dynasty."
After saying that, Wei Wuji walked out of the military camp coolly.
Xu Qing shook his head helplessly. If Beidou Camp was still there, he wouldn't need to worry about the night ghosts.
Xu Qing looked at Wei Wuji's back with a look of nostalgia. Back then, the Beidou Battalion only had a few hundred people, but it protected the peace of the entire Da Chu, just like the Big Dipper in the night sky, shining on the entire Da Chu.
But now, no one in Beidou Camp remembers its reputation.
.....
On the third day of the sect competition, at the foot of Shenyin Pavilion, Yu Zhi met Jiang Yi again.
At this meeting, Jiang Yi greeted him enthusiastically. In his eyes, Yu Zhi was a real victim.
"Brother Li, have you thought about it? There are not many places left." Jiang Yi crossed his arms and looked like he would love you or not.
Yu Zhi didn't accept this trick at all. Only a fool would give it 50,000 snowflakes.
At this moment, a bejeweled man ran towards Jiang Yi.
"Senior Brother Jiang, Senior Brother Jiang, this is money. But we have agreed that the place of Cangshan's registered disciple must be reserved for me!"
Hey, is there really someone who has been taken advantage of?
Yu Zhi looked at the other person. The gorgeous clothes, the jade belt around his waist, and the fingers on his fingers all showed that this person was a nouveau riche.
Jiang Yi put away the stack of thick banknotes and nodded with satisfaction. "Junior Brother Baili, from today on, you are a disciple of Cangshan. When the sect competition is over, come back to Cangshan with me."
After thanking him profusely, the man left with peace of mind.
Jiang Yi looked at Yu Zhi and said: "Brother Li, this opportunity must not be missed before it comes again. In two days, there will be no chance for this named disciple."
Yu Zhi just looked at the ring. The competition on the third day was much more exciting than the previous two days. The chief disciples of each major sect came off the stage one after another, vying for the title of first place in the competition.
Yu Zhi looked at a man dressed in the clothes of a Cangshan disciple and asked, "Brother Jiang, who is that man?"
Jiang Yi followed Yu Zhi's gaze and said, "Oh, that's Cang Shan's chief disciple, Cang Wanjun. Three years ago, he also went through Qingyan body refining."
Yu Zhi continued to ask: "What state is he in?"
"The seventh grade of the Open Monument." Jiang Yi said proudly, "The most important thing is that Senior Brother Wanjun is only thirty years old. Such an evil talent is second to none in the entire history of the Northern Sect."
Thirty-year-old Kaibei Seventh Grade... Yu Zhi sneered in his heart. He wanted to say something, my brother Ye Qinghuan, nineteen years old, has already entered Kaibei Seventh Grade. Compared with him, Cang Wanjun is just rubbish.
Cang Wanjun stood in the center of the ring and shouted to the stands of Broken Blade Gate: "Lei Jun, come up and fight!"
In the stands of Broken Blade Gate, a man in blue stood up and stepped out, his figure already appeared on the ring.
"So fast!" Yu Zhi couldn't help but sigh.
In just an instant, the man named Lei Jun actually crossed a hundred meters.
Jiang Yi saw that Yu Zhi had never seen the world, and explained with a smile: "Lei Jun is the chief disciple of the Broken Blade Sect. He has the Thunder Sword technique and is extremely fierce. I heard that he also entered the seventh level of Kaibei not long ago. .Brothers Lei Jun and Wan Jun have been fighting each other since they were teenagers, and they have to fight over each other every time they meet."
"However, Cangshan and Duandaomen have always looked down upon each other. This has been the case since the previous generation. As far as I know, Master Nie of Duandaomen and our mountain master fought over a woman. For decades. This grudge has also extended to the current disciples of the two sects."
Yu Zhi smiled and said: "It seems that these two big shots are also in love."
Jiang Yi also smiled slyly and said, "It's a pity that neither of them can win the woman."
"Oh? Now I'm interested in knowing who that woman is." Yu Zhi said.
Jiang Yi raised his hand and made another gesture asking for money.
Yu Zhi ignored him. If I gave this money, I would be a fool!
Jiang Yi shrugged and said nonchalantly: "Actually, this is not much of a secret. Master Nie and Master Cangshan are fighting over the current master of Shenyin Pavilion, Mrs. Mu Yan, who was the most beautiful woman in the north twenty years ago."
"It's a pity that neither of them won the heart of Mrs. Mu Yan."
Yu Zhi looked at Jiang Yi's emotional expression and wondered who he was feeling sorry for.
"Then who is Mrs. Mu Yan married?"
"Alas, King Xiang has a dream, but the goddess has no intention. Mrs. Mu Yan has never married and lives alone in Shenyin Pavilion." Jiang Yi showed a regretful look again, as if blaming himself for not marrying Mrs. Mu Yan.
Yu Zhi looked at the ring again. Cang Wanjun and Lei Jun were facing each other on the ring. The two people were surging with energy and testing each other.
After a moment, Cang Wanjun showed a look of doubt and said, "It seems that your martial arts has improved again."
Lei Jun's face was resolute, he twitched the corners of his mouth and said, "You too."
Cang Wanjun snorted coldly and took the lead to take action, slashing out several rays of sword light from his golden long sword and hitting Lei Jun directly.
Cangshan disciples practice everything from swords, axes, axes, fists, palms, and legs. The one that suits you is the best. Cang Wanjun's swordsmanship was taught personally by Cang Bielie, the master of Cangshan Mountain, and every sword has the shadow of Cang Bielie's past.
Golden light filled the air, and the sword energy was everywhere.
As soon as Cang Wanjun took action, he showed an aura that would be better than mine.
Lei Jun shouted, "Well done." His eyes flashed with endless fighting spirit.
The thunder knife behind him was unsheathed, and thunder and lightning roared, beating on the blade.
Lei Jun held the sword in one hand, with blue thunder surrounding him, like a god of war. Facing the killing Cang Wanjun, Lei Jun bent his knees and kicked his legs violently. The ground under his feet cracked and rocks flew. And Lei Jun's figure also turned into thunder and lightning, rushing towards Cang Wanjun.
quick!
Yu Zhi could only use this word to describe Lei Jun's speed.
boom!
The golden sword light and the blade surrounded by thunder and lightning collided, making a loud noise.
Everyone in the audience looked nervously at the two figures in the light, not daring to blink for fear of missing the wonderful scene.
The blade danced wildly, drawing thunder and lightning, breaking through the sword light one after another. Cang Wanjun's golden sword is also extremely sharp, able to counter the powerful thunder and lightning.
Clang clang clang.
The dense sound of gold and iron clashing echoed throughout the arena, and just by listening to the sound, one could tell how fierce the battle between the two was.
In the stands, several old men with white beards and white hair sat together and talked about the battle in the ring. These are the elders of each major sect.
Cang Jin, the great elder of Cangshan, is also Cang Wanjun’s grandfather. He glanced at an old man in gray linen clothes beside him and said, "Old Bai, who do you think will win this time?"
The old man called Lao Bai is named Bai Qigang, the great elder of the Broken Blade Sect. This trip to the sect competition was led by him.
Bai Qigang opened his eyes, looked at the ring, snorted coldly, and said, "Of course Lei Jun can win."
When Cang Jin heard this, he was not happy. "Old Bai, I haven't seen you for a few years. My cultivation level has not improved, and my tone is getting louder and louder."
Bai Qigang turned to look at Cang Jin, his Gujing Wubo eyes flashing with a hint of fighting intent.
"Stop talking nonsense and have the guts to fight with me!"
Cang Jin didn't want to fight Bai Qigang, a lunatic.
Who is the most powerful among the northern sects? Everyone may have their own opinions. But if you want to say who is the most difficult to deal with, it must be Bai Qigang.
In addition to Bai Qigang, there are also the group of disciples from Duandaomen.
These are a bunch of militants. If you are caught, there will be a winner.
Back then, Bai Qigang was blocked in front of a sect's mountain gate, insisting on deciding who would win or lose with the other party's elders. This blockage lasted for more than half a year.
Don't be afraid of thieves stealing, just be afraid of thieves missing you. It's not a pleasant feeling to be followed by a strong man who has reached the eighth level of the Monument.
Cang Jin didn't want to be targeted by this madman. He snorted coldly, silently cursing silently. "Old man!"
"Three thousand thunder!" Lei Jun roared angrily, holding the knife in both hands above his head, and thunderbolts gathered at the tip of the knife.
As Lei Jun's blade slashed down, countless thunderbolts intertwined into a web and crashed onto the ring, as if a thunderstorm had destroyed the world.
