Nightfall Chapter 83: See Qingxia again

Hengmu Liren raised his eyebrows, because he remembered something, he was no longer as peaceful and happy as before, his face was distorted, and he was particularly angry, especially when he looked down.

The robe he wore was very wide, and he could easily see his chest by lowering his head.

Although he is the son of Haotian, at least he is still a mortal in the world, so there are two ** on his chest, but this time it seems that there is one more **-that is a black chess piece.

This black chess piece was deeply stuck in his flesh, making him feel very sick.

"I will kill you."

Hengmu Liren roared, "I must kill you!"

His childish, slightly pointed voice kept echoing on the lake. The temple cavalry and more than a dozen red-clothed priests beside him knelt in horror, not daring to make any noise.

Yokogi Liren was really angry. He thought he should have already entered Chang'an City at this time, or at least under Chang'an City. Who would have thought that now... is still in Qinghe County! He has powerful subordinates, temple cavalry, and an army of 100,000, but he was stopped by the Tang people...south of Qingxia!

It's the Qingxia again.

It's very similar to that year.

Hengmu Liren once lamented regretfully that Jun Mo broke his arm, he could no longer see the picture of a man guarding the Qingxia, and he missed the opportunity to defeat the most powerful Jun Mo.

Now Jun Mo is in the Western Wilderness, Mr. Da is not, Yu Lian is not, Chen Pipi is not, Ning Que is not... But he is still stopped in the south of Qingxia!

In the fields in the northern part of Qinghe County, the Xiling Temple Coalition Army and the Southern Army of Tangguo Town have been fighting for dozens of days. Both sides had their own winners and losers, and Yokoki finally took the shot himself. On the contrary, he was caught in the ambush of the academy and suffered serious injuries!

Those sighs in the past seem to have turned into a slap in the face. Whenever Hengmu thinks of a sentence, he feels hot on his face, and then it hurts so much that it hurts to go crazy!

"A few little ants in the cave profound realm...can also stop me?"

Hengmu Liren lowered his head and looked at the black chess piece. Between the slightly distorted brows and eyes, there was a look of disgust, and the voice came from between the teeth, and the cold was extremely cold.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath again. The veil around the gods began to dance frantically, and the wind was violent. He sucked all the air on the lake into his chest.

His chest swells slightly, and the robe screams.

This time, he didn't cough.

A force that does not belong to the human world came to the human world and came into his body.

Only heard a muffled sound, the black chess piece embedded in his chest. Instantly split into countless powders.

He opened his eyes and looked in the direction of Qingxia. There was no emotion in his eyes, only killing intent.

His injury has healed, then. Those people should die.

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Since the Qinghe County rebellion, Qingxia has been for Tang Guohe College. It is the true gate of the country, because the south has all been attributed to the gate, and here is the place to be guarded.

Several years ago, the whole world conquered the Tang Dynasty. The Tang state used a method that had been hidden for hundreds of years. Professor Huang He and the court’s formation division joined forces, at the expense of self-cultivation, urged the formation in Qingxia and buried directly With countless enemy troops and strong men, Tang Guo began to reopen the road in Qingxia in the following years.

Seal Qingxia, or it can be easier to defend the enemy from outside the country, but what the Tang people want to do more is to kill Qingxia, defeat all enemies, and regain lost land.

Only before the coercion of the Allied Forces of the Xiling Temple, especially the threat of Hengmu Liren, the Zhennan Army and the Yulin Army who are now guarding the southern throat of the Tang Dynasty have not yet arranged for the south, and they are silently guarding the depths of the Qingxia , Using terrain and distance as weapons to block those powerful enemies from Qingxia.

The continuous fighting for dozens of days made Tang Jun a little tired, and the military camps deep in the valley became quieter. Only one military camp was a bit special. It was late at night, but it was still very lively.

Someone is arguing.

"I said before, when it comes to chess, I must be the first person in the world, brother, how could you be my opponent? But you refused to admit defeat, and dragged me to play for so many years, not tired Right?"

"Brother, if you want to say something else, I will endure it, but I definitely won't tolerate this kind of thing. Obviously I have played four hundred and ninety-two chess games over the years, and I have won more than you. One game, why am I not your opponent?"

"That game of chess is a triple robbery! How can I count as losing?"

"According to my primary school rules, that means I win, and naturally you lose."

"Bah baah baah! Anyway, you are not as good as me on the chessboard."

"Why?"

"On the basis of Hengmu's mistaken entry into the chess set a few days ago, it was my black chess that hurt him in the end! Not your white chess!"

"If it weren't for my white chess, how could I trap him?"

"What about the past few years? Don't forget, Xiong Chumo was blocked by me in the end!"

"Bah! If you didn't have the third sister, you would have burped long ago!"

In the dimly lit barracks, Xu Jialun lowered his head and concentrated on decocting medicine, as if he hadn't heard this conversation. These days, listening to these people quarreling is really tired of listening.

Song Qian, the fifth elder brother of the college, looked at the hard-talking eighth elder brother, angrily unable to control himself. Unexpectedly, two more angry voices came from the side.

Bei Gong Weiyang held up his gauze-wrapped hand, as if showing off or demonstrating, and shouted: "Without me blocking the temple cavalry, your broken formation would have been destroyed long ago, where can you be trapped? Hengmu?"

"And me, you can't forget me..." Simon raised up his gauze-wrapped hand and reminded him. Then he looked at the fifth and eighth brothers, and said with a sneer: "Don't forget, Qingxia Here we are holding it for the second time. You are in front of you in terms of ranking. Don't think about running to the front."

No one was willing to listen to what he said, especially when he said too bluntly, which immediately aroused the eagerness of the seniors. For a while, spit in the army, full of swear words, and noisy.

"Okay, okay, stop making noise, take medicine first."

Wang Chi came over and prevented the four of them from continuing their naivety.

The lights have been dimmed to make this clear. All four of them are now lying on the bed, wrapped in gauze. The smell of medicine and blood is everywhere, and I don't know how many injuries I have suffered, but it is obvious that there is no more fighting power.

After drinking the unpleasant herbs provided by the junior brother, the room became much quieter. I don’t know how long it took, Bei Gong Weiyang suddenly asked: "October, can your poison stop Hengmu?"

It was another long time of silence.

Wang Chi shook his head.

"I have never heard that major practitioners over five realms will be poisoned to death by medicine."

Song Qian's expression is a little pale, he is indifferent to life and death.

"Hengmu has passed the five realms. If it were not for him to underestimate the enemy, the four of us would join hands and use the remaining array in the Qingxia to make a shadow, and no one can stop him."

The atmosphere in the room has become a lot more suppressed. The previous excitement and the excitement of these days all come from pride, and they are very proud. A great practitioner like Hengmu who had passed the five realms was also defeated in his own hands... However, the other party's injury will always be healed, what should I do next?

The form of war has already changed. Hengmu cannot step into the same two rivers. Who can stop such a strong man? If you can't stop it. How does Tang State guard this country?

Wang Chi suddenly said softly: "Count the days... the things in the north should have ended."

Ximen frowned and said, "Although Senior Sister had planned this way,...how powerful is the golden account, how can it be defeated in such a short time? I have no hope."

"I don't care."

Bei Gong Weiyang was a little annoyed, and said: "Four useless cripples, plus the **** on eleven. What a fart! If Ning Que doesn't come again, I don't care."

Wang Chi was a little unhappy. Said: "The **** is a woman, brother, don't talk nonsense."

Ximen is not confused and a little displeased, and said: "How can I throw everything to the younger brother?"

Bei Gong Weiyang put the quilt on his head and said in a buzzing voice: "I want to throw it to Senior Brother Second Senior Brother and Third Senior Sister, but they have to come! Anyway, I can't beat Hengmu!"

The oil lamp became dimmed again because of this sentence.

In the Qingxia ambush, the four disciples of the academy exhausted all their means and borrowed the formation left by the former sage to take advantage of all the advantages, but in the end they could only hurt Hengmu, and he was seriously injured.

If Hengmu didn’t underestimate the enemy, if they didn’t have those conditions, they couldn’t think of any way to defeat the opponent. Whenever they thought about it, they would be silent when Hengmu used that majestic power to forcefully break through the formation, and then Be vigilant and awe-inspiring until you feel uneasy and palpitations.

Xu Jialun finished the second round of decoction, walked to the bed, and gently pulled his quilt-the little book boy back then has now become a real boy with beautiful eyes and beautiful eyes.

Bei Gong Weiyang lifted the quilt, a little annoyed, and said, "Drinking medicine every day, what's the use?"

"Is it useful if you don't drink medicine?"

Xu Jialun looked at him and said seriously: "Master once said, if it’s useless to do anything, then do you do it or do it? Of course you still have to do it, because it’s only possible if you don’t do it. It’s impossible."

The room suddenly became quiet.

The previously suppressed and even desperate atmosphere was immediately diluted by this sentence.

Bei Gong Weiyang, supported by Wang Chi, sat up with difficulty, took the medicine bowl, and drank the medicine. Song Qian and the other three also drank the medicine at the fastest speed.

They want to recover as soon as possible.

Even if you can't beat Hengmu, you have to work harder to make the other party work harder.

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In the early morning, the mist gradually disappeared, and the morning light poured down Qingxia.

One ride comes from the north.

In the secluded canyon, the hoof sound is very clear.

Tang Jun, who was on duty late at night, leaned out from behind the seemingly simple but solid cliff-body arrow stacks, and drew his bow unconsciously before shooting, because it was clear that he came to ride from the north.

Riding is a black riding, and people are also wearing black.

It is Ning Que and Da Hei Ma.

Ning Que’s black college uniform was covered in dust. The fat fat that the **** horse had raised in the mud pond for several years quickly disappeared without a trace in the thousands of miles. Now it looks exceptionally fine and exhausted.

Thousands of miles from Weicheng to Qingxia, he and the **** horse never really rested. They stayed up day and night. They only drank a pot of porridge and took a nap when passing by Yang Erxi's house.

With the passage of time, the academy has long ceased to be a mysterious place connecting the world and the world. After the propaganda of the imperial court and the accounts of people in the barracks with big mouths like Beigong, Ning Que’s image still has his Weapons and mounts are all things Chinese people talk about. At this time, looking at the obviously extraordinary **** horse in the canyon, looking at the iron arrow and iron knife on his body, someone quickly guessed his identity, and then quickly Spread.

On both sides of the verdant canyon, behind the concealed soldiers’ arrows, more and more Tang troops stood up and looked at Ning Que, who was heading south in the canyon. Some people got up in a hurry, rubbing their eyes and hitting Yawning.

Mr. Thirteen finally arrived.

On the steep cliffs, Tang Jun’s comments gradually converged in one place, turning into excitement cheers. Along the way, tens of thousands of forest soldiers and Zhennan Army cheered sincerely, and there were also the bold soldiers clamoring loudly. call.

Ning Que looked up at both sides of the canyon, smiled and waved hello. As a result, the cheers and cheers in Qingxia suddenly became louder, as if they were about to break through the early morning sky and shake the kingdom of Haotian.

I finally arrived at the exit of Qingxia.

Ning Que raised the rein, and the **** horse stopped moving forward.

The Qingxia Gorge is condensed into a seam several feet wide here. Looking from the inside of the gorge, it is the fertile wilderness in the north of Qinghe County. It is late spring and early summer. Looking at it, it is deep green.

There are many old and fresh war traces inside and outside the canyon. There are many black blood stains, broken arrow sticks, and dense arrow clusters on the bare stone walls, showing the intensity of the battle.

This is the national gate of Datang. The war a few years ago, this year's war, the battlefield that determines the safety of Chang'an City, has always been here, in this Qingxia.

Ning Que went in and out of Qingxia several times, and came back today.

He stood in the gorge and looked outside, not knowing what he was thinking.

I don't know when, Wang Jinglue appeared next to him, and looked south with him, his expression was very solemn, and the killing intent in his eyes did not make any disguise.

"You must kill Yokoki."

Ning Que was silent for a moment, and then said, "Of course."

At that time, he was expelled from Chang'an by Master Yan Se, and after joining Xu Shi in the army, Wang Jinglue lost a lot of weight. Now he is even thinner and looks like a dead branch. This surprised Ning Que a little.

"You have broken the threshold of your fate, why is this?"

Wang Jing slightly thought about the massacre in Qinghe County at that night, and the brave young people he had convened so hard to convene. Before they had time to mature, they became the fruit that fell from the branches. He fell into a thin face. Become a little ugly, and said: "Sorrow makes a person mature, but also scary."

Ning Que turned sideways, looked at him and asked, "Are you afraid?"

"Yes." Wang Jing was silent for a moment, and said: "You didn't face Hengmu. I don't know how strong he is. I know, so I am very scared."

Ning Que looked south again and said with a smile: "And you want me to kill him?"

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(Recently, I have been very hard. I will report to you the reasons for the hard work in a few days. I am in good health. It is purely due to work. I feel pain in my **** sitting. The massage in the afternoon is not very good. Wait for my wife to come and beat me next week. Or it will be more comfortable, wow ha ha ha, I'm so cheap, whoever refuses to accept it will come to beat me!)