Fengdu has existed for thousands of years, and the long years are like the long river flowing eastward. However, in such long and dense years, with vicissitudes of life and the rotation of stars, there is really no record. There has been a rebellion in Fengcheng, so it is natural that there has been no such thing. Even if we look at the long history of Fengdu City, there is no such thing as the rebellion was suppressed by the lord of Fengcheng City, but there are others in the future.
An unprecedented event spread throughout Fengcheng, spreading like wildfire. The flipping of butterfly wings seemed to be silent, but in fact it rolled up endless white waves, and the river shook the mountains and the tide surged back and forth.
In the lord's palace of Fengdu City, the red dragon hovering in front of Han Jiangling had a broken sword embedded in his head, dripping with blood. Probably even the red dragon had never thought about Han Jiangling, who had only learned fist and palm kung fu. , was able to injure the red dragon's scales with an ordinary long sword. The huge dragon's head was stunned for a long time, and then he realized that blood was gurgling from his chin. The power of this sword almost cut off the red dragon's neck.
The sword is not a magic weapon, nor is it forged by a beautiful practitioner. It is as shabby as rice porridge and tofu in the streets, and cannot be compared with the delicacies in a restaurant. And Han Jiangling is definitely not a practitioner. Of all the talents, even the young man who was also very stubborn had never had such a powerful flying sword skill.
"Fengcheng, or Fengdu City, probably has not had many historians for countless years. If you think about it, today's rebel army has been brutally suppressed. In the future, the history of Qing Dynasty will definitely not add a single ink. It is usually the authority to speak and do things. , will all fall into the hands of the most powerful person. It is difficult for others to write in the history books, but it seems that even if the rebels step into the city, they still may not record the matter in writing. Lest future generations act on this matter and endanger themselves." Hand it out. After the sword strike, Han Jiangling saw that he was exhausted, but his expression was much more vivid for no reason. He glanced at the red dragon that the Taoist had turned into, and he felt faintly relieved. He must have felt that the sword strike just now had made him more alive. She was very beautiful, so with a smile on her face, she struggled to lift her knees and stood in front of Chilong again without any fear.
"We haven't been in the same place for a long time. Brother Chilong is fine." It was only then that Chilong realized that Han Jiangling's eyes had been very lifeless in the past. He didn't know when his appearance had changed. Although he was still very tired, there were many He was negligent, but he looked very much like the same person. Thinking about the gentleman that Han Jiangling blurted out not long ago, when he went up the mountain to talk to his senior brother and master, it was not Han Jiangling who spoke, but the young swordsman who had not seen him for a long time. He said it through the mouth of Han Jiangling. .
Perhaps it is most convenient to recognize people by their appearance, but when you recognize someone by their eyes, it is rare to admit a mistake. Only then did he realize that the Han Jiangling in front of him was no longer Han Jiangling, but Yun Zhong, who had not been seen for a long time.
From the perspective of Gongsun Pan, who was transformed from the red dragon or its transformation, there is nothing unusual about the methods of the middle-aged man without arms and legs. However, it is just a matter of spreading out a world through the cultivation of his mind. Although it can almost confuse the real with the fake. But it really can't be called clever, not to mention that it is easy to resolve doubts. The tell-tale signs are never hidden, it's just that many people have poor eyesight.
The middle-aged man has no hands or feet, but when he enters the city of Fengdu, he turns into a bird with a head that can come and go freely, and a wingspan comparable to that of Xiongguan Mansion. Even though he turns into a human being, he is covered in brocade clothes and has majestic features. The body is in good shape; the little servant in white clothes and face is actually the city lord with a name in Fengdu City. Even though he has never held any power in his hands, his appearance seems to be somewhat presentable. No matter what, he is better than his body. It's much better outside Fengdu.
The child who always followed Han Jiangling and the young man who was suffering from serious diseases were somewhat similar. A healthy person would be born with diseases when he stepped into Fengdu City, while a person with strong external skills would be infected when he stepped into the city. Will be reduced to a child with no strength. Although there are sporadic differences, most of them can find some clues.
Yunzhong was the only one who was quite strange. Han Jiangling had been plagued by serious illnesses since childhood and suffered a lot, much like Yunzhong himself.
"After all, this is the first time you and I have talked. It's not convenient to talk outside, so we can only talk to Shaoxia Yun in Fengdu City. It's a great regret in my life. Unexpectedly, it was fate that made this good deed happen." Chi Long. Although the flying sword penetrated the neck, it did not damage the root. He only had to shake the dragon's head twice, and the broken sword fell to the ground. Then he continued to watch Yun Zhong in front of him with interest.
"It seems that the cultivator with no hands or feet is really quite capable. Fengdu City does not take away people's intelligence, but their personal thoughts. You Yunzhong sold me a skin, but you still haven't taken it away." It's really rare to be able to walk in front of me after you have worn out your thoughts." Yun Zhong knew that Red Dragon's methods had already begun to appear before the Yellow Dragon's scales faded. Yan Jiaqing had to rely on wine to forcibly suppress Huang Long and confuse people's minds. The method was already extremely difficult, and then Huanglong fell behind Yun Zhong's right wrist, and it was even more difficult to resist his ability to confuse people's hearts, and could only barely hold on.
After Huang Long took away the immortal energy that Yun Zhong brought from the Pisces Jade Realm, his scales turned red, and his ability to control people's hearts became more and more proficient, until now he has almost driven Yun Zhong's heart out and seized his body.
If there hadn't been such a Fengdu city, fishing seemed to have trapped the people in the caravan and Yun Zhong into it, I'm afraid Yun Zhong's original intention would never be able to show up in the world again.
That sword from Wufeng Mountain destroyed the entire mountain. For Yun Zhong, who was almost at the end of his rope, he was able to break through the situation only at the cost of his wealth and life.
"My parents raised me, my husband taught me a little about the world, my master took me into the mountain gate, and I learned swordsmanship for many years. Just because I was a woman, I almost lost my cultivation. He is really a young hero, and he is so angry just because of his beauty. I really admire him." Long teased, he had always been very good at using yin and yang to hold a gun and a stick, but he didn't know whether he learned it from Yun Zhong or the teacher at the foot of Nangong Mountain.
Yun Zhong, who has lost the name Han Jiangling, now looks rough and thick-skinned. He has been ostracized by Huang Long's thoughts for several months. Yun Zhong had expected it earlier, but the feeling was really unpleasant, like being trapped in a cage in the dark. I can't see, I can't hear, and I can't detect any movement in my body. Compared with Han Jiangling's weird illness, it's still much more frustrating. So I didn't get angry after hearing Chilong's words, but walked up to Chilong's back casually. , took a futon, sat down, and stretched.
For a few months, it felt like a dream.
"I can't help it. The girl is pretty and has a very thin waist. Let alone a gentleman, it is difficult for ordinary people like me to change their minds. Besides, who in the world can clearly explain one thing, whether it is worth it or not? , I think I am justified, you see what you despise, but the war in Fengdu City has not yet been concluded. You said it before, saying that this is the first city of Neijia, it should be a big urn, if it is not the city lord who invites you, it must be You can't set foot on it, I don't agree with this." Outside the city lord's palace, Lu Zicheng was sitting on his knees, not because he was exhausted, but because his legs were so densely packed that they were pierced by more than ten arrows. No matter how hard he held on, he could not stand. He struggled to get up, and outside the city lord's palace, blood spattered hundreds of steps, and corpses were lying on the ground at every step. However, around Lu Zicheng, there were only dozens of rebels left, still holding on.
Before the war started, Lu Zicheng handed over troops to various ministries. After the siege was broken, he had to come to the city lord's palace to rush for reinforcements. He was sure that there would be a fierce battle. Unfortunately, until now, no one has arrived.
The people on the left and right held up Lu Zicheng, who was covered in blood and couldn't see his face clearly, and handed over a long curling blade, tacitly understanding.
The four words "successful king and defeated bandit" have always been unpleasant and bloody, but we have to admit that these four words seem to make sense throughout the ages.
The current situation is that only dying outside the city lord's palace will probably be the end of this war. Lu Zicheng was waiting for Han Jiangling to walk out of the city lord's palace, and he was also waiting for the sound of horse hoofs. Most likely, the Fengcheng city lord inside had already prepared coffins for the rebels. Just the sound of horse hooves in the city would tell that the rebels were gone.
In the end, it would be a bit regretful to win a series of battles and then fall in the capital city of the Inner League. But now that the matter has come to this, it doesn't matter. There is only one person left in the family, and the rest died in that disaster. In the midst of the disaster, Neijia City still had a singing and dancing stage. They stayed up all night, and now they were spending countless lives, stabbing the Neijia City with a knife. Both sides would be hurt. It was worth it, but it wasn't worth it either.
But Lu Zicheng did not wait for the sound of horse hooves. Chilong, who always had a playful look in the city lord's palace, also never heard the hoofbeats of the armored horses hiding behind the inner armor city, but the killing cry like an overwhelming force.
There were countless ordinary people rushing in from the countless streets and alleys in the capital city of Neijia. Most of them were not wearing armor and had weapons in hand. They looked extremely shabby. It was clear that most of them were farmers, but this was endless. , when ordinary people who could barely see the edge of the city poured into the Neijia City, they were as powerful as a golden mountain falling down, as powerful as a sea of floods, and there was no sound of horse hooves anywhere.
Dozens of rebels stood outside the city lord's palace, almost standing there dumbly, in a daze. Until tens of thousands of people rushed in front of them, they still felt like they had not woken up from a dream.
"I can't remember when I read this sentence while reading a book. It has some meaning. Now I know it." Yun Zhong ignored Chilong's suspicious look and looked out the door. His face was covered with snow, and Chilong turned back in doubt. , but I also saw ordinary people outside the city lord's palace, surrounding the main entrance. Some were in ragged clothes, some were unkempt, and some were as skinny as wood. But it was these seemingly ordinary people who trampled the entire inner city. It has to be shaken and turned.
"It's not that the layout is not subtle, nor is it because the soldiers are not good at fighting, but when calculating people's hearts, no one can calculate it accurately. Not everyone can value the word comfort more than life, and some have grudges. You have to repay, and you have to take some roads, no matter how simple it is." Yun Zhong stood side by side with the gloomy Chi Long, looking out the door, there was a bright sky, which shone brightly.
"That saying goes, princes, generals and prime ministers would rather have their own kind."
