The woman in black who was so powerful that she could compete with Song Heng and saved Lin Mo from the water and fire, then settled him and Fufeng in the wasteland outside the city, and introduced herself directly: "I was sent by Lord Tianjiao."

It was sent by Lord Tianjiao. If she said that I was sent by Tianjiao, she was not...

With a difference of two words, he knew that he could not wash it even if he jumped into the Yellow River now.

At first there was a father who might have colluded with the enemy and stolen the country. He then handed over the stolen goods with the spy and was captured. He was besieged by the Song people and killed the senior hero, and finally rescued by a real Jin man... He couldn't believe that the scenes that happened were true. How great would it be if he woke up? However, when he just returned from the front line, Tianjiao told him that the knife of the slaying hatred had changed hands. He had also looked forward to it so much, but the dream never woke up.

"Thank you." He knew that Xuanyuan Jiuye's people might have been paying attention to the situation, but no matter what, this woman killed him and saved his life.

"Don't thank me, I'll take money to do things for others. If you give me more money, I can kill Lord Tianjiao." The woman in black counted the money and said.

"There are also dead soldiers who have no faith under Xuanyuan Jiuye's command." In his drowsiness, he was half-believing and half-doubted.

"I am not a dead soldier. I cannot be regarded as a meal." The woman in black continued to count the money.

"So, Xuanyuan Jiuye sent you here, what are you doing? After they pushed me away, you will pull me over, right?" He leaned against the dead tree and smiled bitterly, and as he spoke, blood was flowing down his arms.

"I won't ask about the extra ones." The woman in black stood up and said concisely, "You are safe, I'll leave."

"Wait." His consciousness recovered slightly, and he gave all the money he could find on his body to the woman in black. He was about to entrust Fu Feng, who was unconscious, and "I would like to ask the girl to take her to treat her injuries."

"It's just a minor injury, there's no need to do that. I'll sell you this horse to you." The woman in black was not greedy for cheapness.

In fact, his injuries were even heavier than Fufeng. After the woman in black took Fufeng away, he felt that he was heavy and his feet were light. His eyes turned black and he fainted on the ground.

I don't know how long it took, but he was in a daze, burning in fire, throwing his communication with the woman in black out of the sky.

"Mom..." He was weak all over, his mouth was dry, and when he was weak, he always instinctively thought of his mother. He suddenly woke up and suddenly remembered that he returned to the house in the evening, with a tired face and said he wanted to have a good sleep. This big thing happened, how would Wu Xi and others deal with her alone and unable to beat her!

He didn't know how he had a war horse and how he escaped from danger. His mind might not be able to rely on his almost cold Fufeng. In the blink of an eye, he couldn't touch Fufeng. When did he get separated from her? It turned out that the cold and dead person was only his back. It turned out that he could only trust him behind him. Well, for ten years, Lin Mo has always had so few connections and no friends, so he forced himself not to make friends. This cold life was found by him.

He suddenly stopped the horse, and was unbelievable. He saw that the once quiet Qin Mansion was trapped in a fire. I don’t know whether it was the instruction of the official army, the support of the rebel army, or the public venting their anger in private. In the noisy wind and fire under the night, the servants and maids ran and cried. The huge fireball collapsed behind them. The faster they collapsed, the more fierce the fire was, and they finally crawled out of the desperate situation. So what? The officers and soldiers under Wu Xi at the door were not busy putting out the fire, but were looking at each other coldly, and seemed to be gloating. It was better to think of a knife. Good will be rewarded with good and evil. Isn’t these just right?

"Where is the old lady?" He risked his life to climb over the wall and grabbed a servant and asked nervously. Fortunately, Qin Tian, ​​the third young master of the Qin Mansion, went to Jiankang to see He Siyuan before he escaped the disaster.

"Young Master!? Old Madam! Ah!" The falling railing almost stormed the family. Before he finished speaking, he was hoarse and pointed casually, and ran away in panic.

Lin Mo followed the direction pointed by the servant and rushed into the sea of ​​fire. Once he was sure that Yu Ziyan was really in her room, he ignored the fact that he had been burned.

The wind blows from unknown directions, so big that it makes people unable to open their eyes. Under the rolling smoke, the flying catkins-like dust pierces into the heart and lungs with a pungent bitter taste. In an instant, it felt like it was on the battlefield. The battlefield was already a very distant thing after all.

He had become half a fire man, but he didn't know what kind of belief he was fighting to rush to Yu Ziyan's residence in one breath, but there were only ruins left, and there were fires of blood. The heat wave made it difficult for people to open their eyes. The things in front of him were floating and rippling, but the charred corpse still rushed into his sight. Although the clothes were completely destroyed and his face was beyond recognition, Yu Ziyan's close-fitting gold jewelry was shocking.

"Mom--" He wanted to touch her, but he could not get it at all. Even though his hands were burned inadvertently, he sneered for some reason, but couldn't help but burst into tears and breathing in a mess. He was cold and stretched out another tongue of flame to swallow him. Okay, then that's it. Anyway, I'm also a redundant person in this world...

"Chuan Yu, you have held this martial arts conference well." In the fire, Lin Chujiang's loving face seemed to be seen. He wanted to see it again, but he was blurred.

"Junior brother, when you come back, I will help Master with me to get rid of the treacherous and slandered in the valley of Dao." Before leaving, the genius promised him that a gentleman promised a thousand gold, why can't those who can't resist the fire and gradually become nothing.

No, no... He suddenly woke up in the severe pain, just because he thought of the aftermath that he could not give up. The martial arts conference, the short sword valley, Lin Chujiang, Tianjiao, which one is not related to the anti-Jin period? Yes, his feelings for the Southern Song Dynasty were not a day or a night. If he died like this, even if Tianjiao helped Lin Qian to clear his relationship, he would still leave stains on the anti-Jin rebel army. Even if one day he was wronged, it was the key to the Northern Expedition...

Yes, yes, I should save my life, seek justice for my father, mother, myself, to clear my grievances, and avenge my revenge. One day, I will expose the truth of this chaos with my own hands - it must be Wu Xi's frame-up, and even collude with Xuanyuan Jiuye... On the verge of death, he suddenly figured out too many things and too many possibilities. He has been trapped in the net these days, so he actually caused chaos to the rebel army...

Only faith can support the lead-filled leg. How can this hot heart be burned by the fire? It can also be born from ashes when it is destroyed - even if it is ashes, there will be fire.

"Spy Qin Chuanyu!" "Shoot him to death, shoot him to death! The generals will be rewarded!" The officers and soldiers were quick-witted, and rushed up one after another, but they could not even catch up with him at the end of their power.

After that night, there was no Qin Mansion in Xingzhou Prefecture, and no ordinary people had ever seen Lin Mo again.

However, Wu Xi's wanted and pursuit of him never stopped.

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Jin and Song border.

In late spring, the grass grows in the south of the Yangtze River, but it is the time when Sichuan and Sichuan are rainy.

It seems that there is only rain curtain left in the world. On the narrow road of life, only people are covered with bruises and caries, walking alone.

His current state was completely lost and he only had one breath.

This breath is just an attachment to the Southern Song Dynasty.

He firmly believed that they would just force him to die on the surface, but in fact they would still save him.

The future is bumpy, and only by going north will there be fewer wanted items. Even so, he encountered Wu Xi's three hunts in the past two days.

I couldn't remember what day it was in early March, and he had a new injury on his body. He was obviously chopped on his shoulder, but for some reason he had a back pain and had inexplicably fever. It was like a long sword that penetrated from behind and penetrated his chest, leaving only a slight slightest at the critical point...

Over the years, he often had similar hallucinations. Although he knew it was not true, it was the person with the same fate that he had once again abandoned his body, but the pain felt like he had experienced it himself.

On the night when it finally stopped raining, he stood alone by the river, looking at a waning moon hanging high in the sky, his messy long hair swaying lightly in the cold wind, and his heart was distant.

I don’t know where this body will go and how to avenge revenge. He only hopes to live and see Hua Yifang and Liu Wujin’s reinforcements, hoping to hear Chongli call me and move Lin Qian and Sister Feng here. Apart from that, there is nothing else.

It doesn’t matter, he can wait, struggle to support himself, and expand into the world.

These days, after Yu Ziyan was buried in the sea of ​​fire, Fufeng's life and death were uncertain, Qin Xiangchao's whereabouts were unknown, Chongli's news was slim, and he was struggling to kill Wu Xi's people, which was actually in the same situation as Liu Yue and the Shadowless Sect back then.

Although he did not recognize the Hu clan, he had the same persistence in his heart. He would rather be a shadowless school than Tian Ruoning!

When the wind blew, his ears moved slightly. He knew that the strong enemy was attacking again. With a roar, he drew his swords and attacked these little kids under Wu Xi without hesitation.

These little sluts all took the life to chase him, and they all called him a spy.

Spy? Spy? When he was under Luo Yuankong, he once imagined being caught by the Jin people and said that he was a spy from the Southern Song Dynasty. It was lucky that he had never happened.

I didn't expect that today, I was framed as a spy from Jin Kingdom-

Well, it was all Wu Xi's group of people with ulterior motives. They called spies just to discredit Lin Qian...

Just calming down, fighting against rounds of attacks after round, I didn't expect to see the token that was familiar to someone's waist recently,

From Hunan Huajiaquan.

His heart trembled, and he looked at the people's eyes carefully, completely ignoring the attack on the slanted road.

The man looked very familiar. He was at the thirteen-year-old martial arts conference. He had had a major disciple of the Hua family who had met several times.

Can't be wrong, can't be forgotten,

Are they going to deal with Lin Qian like Wu Xi? It’s impossible. Then why do they kill Lin Mo?!

I understood everything in an instant.

Many of the people who were mixed in Wu Xi’s pursuit were the Anti-Jin Alliance, and they were even the main force!

Any life-saving straw is just a fatal blow.

At the same time, the sword technique belonging to Songjiabao, Jiangxi Province, once again stabbed his wrist holding the knife.

He once didn't like to hold this blade. At that time, he only loved poetry, songs, but Lin Chujiang taught him that once you hold this knife of hatred, you can't let go. You are Lin Qian and the unique leader of the anti-Jin Jin.

The people who resisted the Jin Dynasty wanted to break it.

If the Hua side had already stationed outside the valley, Song Heng was the one who best represented the intention of the genius in the valley of Short Swords.

As a bond, his genius Xu Yuan integrated the official army and the rebel army in this way.

Unite against the enemy!

Last time they were forced, but this time they took the initiative...

Faith? Principles? Love?

Jianghu, this prosperous world that should have been led by him,

What he repays him when he is most attached is to make things difficult and condemn. He does not give him a chance to clarify and is indiscriminate.

He sneered, he had already lost nothing, and even the only peace left would be deprived

The fate of the Death Knife is born for the fight? No, it is to escape for the fight

Lin Qian, it's time to hate you, they pushed me to the dead end

They make things difficult and condemned indiscriminately, just for you.

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However, if you cannot resist the Jin Dynasty, do you have to go to Xuanyuan Jiuye’s camp? He can’t do it.

"More than one Jin man surrendered me. I didn't agree ten years ago, and ten years later, I will never. In this life, I will never." How could the oath be crushed so ridiculously.

However, Song could not tolerate him.

The world is vast, and he didn't know where he was Lin Mo's place to stand.

After the hangover, the wild horses broke free and carried him to a place where mountains were piled up, lying on the ox and galloping horses, green trees were shaded, and vines were entangled.

Looking around in a daze, half drunk and half awake, his feet were floating, and he fell to the east and west.

Suddenly he slashed his back and slashed him directly on his unprepared back, causing him to fall off the cliff with his people and wine.

He suddenly remembered where this was.

"The Three Qin Pass is famous for all ages, and the Second Wu is prosperous for thousands of years." When he was young, his father took his hand and brought him up. The hatred knife in the sheath seemed to be moving. Every time he touched it, his father would ask him if he had any strange thoughts in his heart.

"Shu Gate has been open since then, and the valley mouth is in harmony. The sun and the moon are blocking each other, and the yin and yang are hidden and closed." When he grew up, his father also asked him here whether he would go to the faraway place to hone his hands and go to the Jin Kingdom to lurk in detail. It only took two years, and after he came back, he had a record of conquering the public.

"The dangerous situation is tens of thousands of times, and it will be three times a few miles." Two years later, he returned to the Southern Song Dynasty. He returned here first, but as Lin Mo, he visited the frontier for the last time. He was always called Lin Qian. To be honest, he didn't know how to change Lin Mo. Later, the people of Tianjiao found him and said that Lin Shengnan had become Lin Qian. For the ideal of senior Lin, you cannot compete with each other, otherwise the chaotic world of Short Sword Valley will never end. He understands it. Tianjiao means that he should not care about it and not ask about everything.

"The boat snows at night, Guazhou crossing, and the iron horse is scattered in the autumn wind." During the Jiatai period, he stood here, looking at the fallen leaves flying all over the sky, and accepted and recognized Lin Mo's mission as protection. From Jiankang to Sichuan, he was glad that he had found a path that suited him. People with glory in this world must be dedicated alone. Even Gu Ting and Su Jianxue wanted to use him as a puppet and were willing to deliver it to his door as a supporter, and they were quietly turned into his own use, no, they turned into a field. He knew that if he had a slight wavering, Lin Qian's foundation would not be so stable. However, that was what Nianxi said, and that story would not exist. It did not exist, Nianxi, of course, he could give you the best destination and the knife of devotion, and he could give his father the most glorious ending to resist the Jin Dynasty. I am also willing to live alone in this place forever.

"The road back to the southwest is far and desolate, and I can't help but fly by the barrier." Today, he rolled down the mountain in a very drunken state, with blood all the way, and his soul was broken. His only close friend left him ten years ago, and chased him ten years later. He also thought about eating the world, brushing the dust, and going to the places where Lin Qian and his wife fought all over the world. In his spare time, he met a passerby to talk to him. The man told him that many years ago, Lin Qian and his wife had guided the country here and were so angry that he thought that it was his ending. It turned out that was not?
To be continued...