It's night, Jizhou Dudu's Mansion.
The lights in the rest of the place have been turned off, except for Governor Liu's room. The lights are still on. Occasionally, soldiers on night watch pass by, and they can't help but sigh at Governor Liu's diligence and hard work.
But only this man named Liu Yanran knew that no one would want to be busy working at this point if he had a choice. Especially for a martial arts practitioner, a good routine can ensure sufficient combat power. Staying up all night is simply a waste of martial arts skills.
But even so, Liu Yanran had to work all night.
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 mysteries and play the piano and lecture on scriptures on weekdays. At present, the replacement of weapons of Jizhou garrison has been seriously blocked. And Liu Yanran himself was often dragged by Wang Gaocheng to learn about famous celebrities, which also delayed a lot of military affairs that should be handled. Fortunately, Wang Gaocheng died after all, but these backlogged things still had to be done.
"Fortunately, Jibei already has a new grinder."
After a pause, Liu Yanran raised her head and looked at the bright moon outside the window.
The bright moon rises into the sky, as bright as blood.
It's perfect weather for killing people.
"pity……"
With a sigh, Liu Yanran finally turned her gaze back.
If there was no delay from Wang Gaocheng, and if his soldiers were fully equipped, then a season like this would be a good time to gather troops and march north.
Zongma grassland, sword pointed at Mobei, maybe he can also strangle Shi Yanran like his name.
But now...
It is still necessary to deal with these preliminary preparations first.
Have to wait, have to wait a little longer.
Jizhou Dudu's Mansion is not ready yet.
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At the same time, Yangjiapu in the distance.
In Wubao, the old, weak, women and children have all fallen asleep, but the young and strong people of the Yang family are still working hard to rebuild the burned ancestral hall, but even with Carpenter Li guiding them, the progress of the project is still extremely slow.
Just because in this process, various accidents will always occur.
At the beginning, the Yang clan thought it was just bad luck, but as more and more accidents occurred, many people thought that they had offended their ancestors and were punished.
Therefore, even though they knew that working all night might not be effective, the Yang clan members still worked overtime, just hoping that the spirits of their ancestors in heaven could see their efforts and forgive the sin of burning down the ancestral hall.
"So where is Saburo?"
Looking up at the ancestral hall that had begun to take shape, the old Yang Xuan thought of someone.
"He didn't come again?"
"Sanlang, he said that he wants to practice swordsmanship and use the swords in his hands to make his reputation like his ancestors."
Some members of the Yang clan responded casually, with a hint of ridicule in their words.
It's not that this person did it intentionally, but that Yang Sanlang has indeed become the laughing stock of the entire Yang Family Fort. He picked up a machete from nowhere and said that he wanted to become famous like his ancestors. How could this be possible?
You must know that the ancestors of their Yang family followed Emperor Gao, the Taizu of the Chen Dynasty, to conquer the east and west, and then they gained such a great reputation. Even though the Yang family in Jizhou has declined today, and there are not even a hundred young people in the family, they will still be proud of them whenever they talk about their ancestors.
Who is this Yang Sanlang? His poor eyesight provoked Guo Jiang Qianglong, and he even lost his ancestral sword. How could a guy like this deserve to follow the example of his ancestors?
"Okay, okay, Sanlang is still a member of the Yang family. Since he has this intention, let him go."
With a sigh, Yang Xuan finally stopped caring about this.
Even though Yang Sanlang was once the most outstanding disciple in the clan, for the Yang family now, there are more important things to do.
The clan's ancestral hall needs to be rebuilt, the crops harvested from the fields need to be dealt with, and there is also the need for grain and grass from Governor Liu... Each of these miscellaneous things requires Yang Jiabao to go all out. .
But these things happened to be piled together.
"The wind is blowing from the north..."
Looking up at the bright moon in the sky, Yang Xuan felt flustered for no reason.
He only hoped that those barbarians would not come at this time.
Wait a minute, wait a minute.
After all, Yangjiabao is not ready yet.
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At midnight, Du Chengfeng in the small courtyard was still doing exercises before going to bed.
Carrying logs, relying on big trees, being a butcher and unloading pigs, using dragon and tiger postures, every time before going to bed, Du Chengfeng would practice all the combat skills 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, when a pedestrian passes by, he will aim at the opponent's vital points at first glance, and then he will judge the opponent's posture and center of gravity. Although Carpenter Li always said that he felt uncomfortable when being stared at by such eyes, but For Du Chengfeng, this kind of training is very effective.
But it's not enough.
If you want to defeat the man named He Xiqing, just relying on your current accumulation is not enough.
He still needs to be stronger, he still needs to be stronger, he still needs to be stronger.
Fortunately, Governor Liu's route has been cleared, and all the arsenals in Jizhou are ready for him to polish. Governor Liu can get the weapons, and he can get the memories 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 you chase me 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 woken up from his sleep, was just 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.
