The weather is a little stuffy, it seems to be raining again. He had been lying in the grass for more than half a night, and Fang Jie, who was tied with a clump of weeds, was like a stone, motionless. Fortunately, the sun did not rise that day, otherwise Fang Jie would not have dared to use clairvoyance. The sunlight reflected by the lens is easily noticed by people.
Less than two miles away is the camp of the rebels, and this distance is extremely dangerous. The rangers of the rebels passed by not far from time to time, but no one noticed Fang Xie's existence. When he was in Fan Gu, he was the best scout.
In this regard, Shen Qingfan and Mu Xiaoyao were inferior to him, so they could only stay at a distance to respond, while the big dog crouched one meter away from Fang Jie.
"The leader of the army is not bad."
Seeing that there was no one around, Fang Jie lowered his voice and said to the big dog: "The construction of the camp is very organized, and this Yin Poshan has some skills. At the beginning I heard that this man was a reckless man, it seems that the rumors are wrong. If it is really a reckless Husband, you can tell from the management of the army. Also, look at the patrolling soldiers, they are definitely not mobs."
"Appearances are illusions."
He whispered: "The people on the bank of the river with wooden sticks and spears are simply put on purpose by Yin Poshan to confuse people. It makes people feel that the soldiers in the rebel camp are ordinary people with little combat power. In fact, the river bank is heavily guarded, and the soldiers can be distinguished by their attire and walking posture, and they are by no means coerced civilians."
"It's dangerous."
The big dog said in a low voice.
Fang Jie smiled: "What kind of insidious thing is this? It's perfectly normal. Yin Poshan's opponent is Luo Yao, the world-renowned left forward general. It's just the next general, if Li Yuanshan hadn't conspired against him, Luo Yao wouldn't have looked at him in the eye."
"What else are we going to do?"
Big Dog asked.
"Start for two days. The terrain here is good and you can overlook the rebel camp. I have to draw what I see. You help me keep an eye on the surroundings. If anyone approaches, remind me immediately."
The big dog responded and pulled himself together.
Fang Jie gently took out the pen and paper from the buckskin bag, and asked while drawing, "Big dog, how many years have you been the prince?"
Big Dog was silent for a while and replied: "I did it for fifteen years before the subjugation of the country, and if you count the post-subjugation, it will be more than 20 years."
Fang Jie was slightly taken aback: "It's not easy enough, have you ever thought about becoming an emperor?"
Big Dog glanced at Fang Jie, paused for a long time before replying: "Before the country died, I thought about inheriting the throne earlier every day. I am not afraid that you will say that I am not filial. My father is so stupid that even I can't stand it. But he still lived for so long, and the court of the Shang Kingdom has long been rotten from the root. I made a vow when I was a child, that when I become emperor in the future, I must reorganize the government and make the Shang Kingdom stronger again... Unfortunately, things backfired. "
"It's fine if my family is rotten, but the neighbor is still eyeing your property. He is stronger and braver than you. Under such circumstances, destroying the country is a very normal thing. A few years after the country was destroyed, I actually also I still want to restore the country. Murong shame usurped the throne in Dali, I wanted to kill him more than once, but his cultivation base is much higher than mine, and he became the emperor, surrounded by many masters to protect him, I tried a few times Didn't succeed even once."
"Later, my brother and I lived in Yongzhou. Seeing the soldiers of the Sui Dynasty were strong and the horses were strong, and seeing the people gradually adapt to living under other people's rule, our hearts gradually calmed down. I knew that with the two of us, it was impossible to restore the country. It's just a fool's dream, so I gave up this dream."
"Where's your brother?"
Fang Jie asked while drawing.
"He... is too obsessed, I can't persuade him."
"It's a good thing for people to have obsessions, but they can't be too biased."
Fang Jie draws very quickly, the lines are rough but the markings are very clear. He glanced sideways at Da Quan, and suddenly asked in a very solemn tone: "If there is a chance to return to the country in the future, do you want to?"
"no chance."
Big Dog said lightly.
Fang Jie smiled: "If there is a chance in the future, I will help you kill that grandson of Murong shame. Although Nanyan is a little small, it is your family's property anyway. Wars between countries are based on strength. It’s not too embarrassing to lose. But someone has stolen my things, and sooner or later I have to get them back. Not only do I have to rob, but I have to rob them thoroughly.”
The big dog was startled, smiled wryly and shook his head.
"Easier said than done."
"Something has to be done."
Fang Jie stuffed the drawing into his buckskin bag: "Goals can be set step by step, but in the end you must be clear about what you want to do. Now I don't think too much. First, let those brothers who died for me Your revenge has been avenged, and now only a few of you are left among those thirty or so people. I remember the dead ones in my heart. The stick of the horizontal stick is still carried on the back of the unicorn. Every time I see it, I feel blocked. Fan Gu’s folks and colleagues would come to remind me from time to time at night that they died unjustly... I was also the one who touched Widow Sun’s breasts and peeked at her big white buttocks. do something."
"Secondly, those who are still alive, I will raise you all fat and fat in the future if I have the ability. Be the kind of person who dares not provoke you, and whoever provokes you will be hanged and beaten."
He saw a group of wandering horses passing by in the distance, was silent for a while and smiled: "In the future, you will be the emperor of Nanyan, remember to build me a big house in Dali City, and raise a few beautiful girls in it." Son."
The big dog had a sore nose, and when he was about to speak, his eyes froze: "Murderous!"
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Fang Jie and Big Dog jumped out of the grass immediately, and quickly rushed out behind the high slope. The big dog smelled murderous intent, although he was not sure who the other party was, but in this place, so close to the rebel camp, once they fought, they would immediately attract the rebels. So the first reaction of the two of them was to withdraw, to a more secret place first.
"soon!"
The big dog explained to the other party while running: "It has been following us all the time!"
"Go find Shen Qingfan!"
Fang Jie said, "I will lure him away."
Just as Da Quan was about to refuse, Fang Jie pushed him away: "If the person who comes is an expert, it's useless for you and me to join forces. The faster you run, the safer I will be."
Da Quan knew that Fang's explanation was correct, and he had to ask Shen Qingfan for help as soon as possible. So he bit the pressure and rushed out in the other direction.
Fang Jie ran towards the river like a cheetah, picking up places covered by trees along the way. Since the big dog smelled murderous intent, then this person must be coming towards him. He got into a forest and rushed towards where Zhuo Buyi and the others were.
His speed is already extremely fast, but the people behind him are obviously faster than him. Fang Xie felt a burst of force coming from his back, and the muscles in his legs exploded with force instantly, pushing him to the side.
Bang!
Where he was before, a pit was blasted out.
Fang Jie turned around, pulled out the Chaolu Knife from behind and held it in front of his chest for guard.
"It's you?!"
When he saw the person in front of him clearly, Fang Xie's expression changed involuntarily.
This man, wearing a dark blue robe, with gray hair and a long beard, looked to be in his fifties or sixties, with a straight and slender figure, with a fine steel sword case tied behind his back.
"Luo Wen or Luo Yao?"
Fang asked.
The old man in front of him looked at him expressionlessly, without answering, but slowly stretched his right hand behind his back and pressed it on the sword box. With a sound of swiping, the mechanism of the sword box was opened, and the sword box was separated from the middle, revealing three hilts. He pulled the sword on the left out of the sword case and pointed at Fang Xie from afar.
Fang Jie didn't look at his sword, but looked into his eyes.
Dead gray.
For a moment, Fang Jie thought of Fang Henshui's black eyes.
So his heart tightened, and his hand holding the knife also tightened.
"Return air."
Zhong Bo spit out two words from his mouth lightly, and then stabbed the sword in his hand forward flatly. This is a long sword, more than one meter long, slender and sharp. There is a gap in the middle of the sword body, and there are many small holes on both sides of the gap, the shape is very strange. When he drew his sword, he was obviously far away from Fang Jie, but in an instant his men were not far from Fang Jie.
Zhongbo's movement skills are too weird.
It's like being swept up by the wind without its own gravity at all.
Fang Jie's perception of the vitality of heaven and earth has far surpassed before, and he immediately noticed the changes in the vitality around his body.
This sword.
The momentum is like a tornado.
Fang Jie's body was surrounded by whirlwinds of sword energy, densely packed. These cyclones moved around Fang Xie's body, like invisible undercurrents in a big river. It looks ordinary on the surface, but as long as it encounters those cyclones, it will be twisted to pieces immediately!
This is the return wind!
Fang Jie stepped down and rushed towards Uncle Zhong. The Chaolu knife in his hand slashed down from top to bottom, and the bright light of the knife seemed to draw a bolt of lightning in the clear sky.
The blade split the cyclone in front of him, and Fang Jie's body hit Zhong Bo like a cannonball.
At this time, Zhong Bo's long sword had already stabbed towards him.
Fang Xie's second knife slashed against the long sword, Zhong Bo's wrist suddenly trembled, and the long sword turned in his palm, the gaps and holes on the sword were blown by the wind, making a dizzy sound. sound.
Fang Xie felt his body tremble involuntarily, and there was a buzzing in his head.
That voice seemed to penetrate directly into my mind, like being cut by thousands of shattered blades.
Just when his mind was shaking, Zhongbo's long sword reached his throat.
There is no hiding!
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The momentary mental confusion put Fang Jie in danger. That sword strike was too fast, and it was too late for Fang Jie to dodge it. Before he could even think about it, he sank down and opened his mouth to bite out.
Right!
He actually bit Zhongbo's long sword!
His teeth clenched the blade of the sword tightly, and as long as he loosened it a little, the long sword would be able to pierce through his mouth.
Zhong Bo rushed forward, while Fang Jie bit his long sword and was pushed backward by him.
He eliminated all the reverse strength of his whole body, and followed the strength of Zhongbo's attack to walk backwards. He is like a piece of cloth hanging on the long sword, completely weightless. This kind of dodge is extremely dangerous.
Fang Jie will send Lu Dao forward, stabbing Zhong Bo's heart.
But Uncle Zhong, he didn't dodge or dodge!
With a bang, Chao Lu knife pierced Zhong Bo's chest, and the blade accurately pierced Zhong Bo's heart. But Zhong Bo didn't respond at all, he still rushed forward against Fang Xie. Fang Xie could already feel the cyclones behind him were still there, and once he was pushed into it, he was afraid that there would be no good end.
He pulled the Chaolu knife out of Zhongbo's heart, and cut it horizontally towards Zhongbo's throat. Zhong Bo finally reacted this time, and he drew the long sword in his hand to block it. Fang Jie let go, let him draw out the long sword, twisted his body forcibly, and kicked Zhongbo's chest six or seven times in mid-air. Every kick carried extremely strong explosive force, kicking Zhong Bo's body backwards!
Fang Jie had just landed to catch his breath, and Zhong Bo stood up straight again when he fell to the ground.
Without bending his knees, he just stood up straight like a piece of wood.
Fang Jie's eyes changed, and he knew in his heart that he might not be alone this time.
But a walking dead.