In the Southern Song Dynasty, Xin Qiji stood in front of the wooden house, looking at the long river of pen and ink in the sky, and spoke leisurely, with an indescribable freedom and ease in his voice.

"Watching the sword while drunk"

Xin Qiji's words resounded throughout the Southern Song Dynasty. The moment the words fell, the long river of pen and ink in the sky began to change. Countless pen and ink quickly condensed into a picture. Beside a campfire, a young general held a long sword and moved with the wind.

A fierce sword dance appeared, and hundreds of pen and ink turned into sword energy, scattered around.

Lin'an, outside the palace, Jia Sidao was looking up at the sky when he suddenly heard a leisurely voice coming from the sky and the earth, as well as the changing scene of the long river of pen and ink in the sky, and said with some surprise.

"Who dares to say that this is an ordinary ancient time, reading swordsmanship while drunk, isn't this Xin Qiji's bad luck? Could the strange phenomenon in the sky be Xin Qiji's method? Impossible, according to the history books, shouldn't Xin Qiji return the favor now?

How could an old man who is living in seclusion and hiding from the world have such a powerful power? With just one word, the color of the world changes. Could it be that I have traveled to a fake ancient times?"

Jia Sidao clearly remembered the first line of Xin Qiji's poem "Po Zhen", which was about looking at the sword while drunk. At that time, his understanding was that Xin Qiji was drunk and looking at his old sword. However, the scene that appeared in the sky now made him

I feel like my outlook on life is about to collapse.

After a breath, the previous voice came again between heaven and earth.

"Dreams come back to the trumpet company camp"

As the second sentence of Xin Qiji fell, over the border fortress of the Southern Song Dynasty, the endless river of pen and ink turned into military camps stretching for dozens of miles. Hundreds of thousands of soldiers transformed from pen and ink stood solemnly, holding weapons tightly in their hands, with stern eyes.

Looking at the Jin Kingdom outside the border fortress of the Southern Song Dynasty, it seemed as if there was some intelligence. The leader was the young general who was dancing the sword by the campfire earlier.

"Eight hundred miles under his command"

"The sound of fifty strings turning outside the Great Wall"

"Autumn Soldiers on the Battlefield"

As Xin Qiji finished speaking, a melodious horn sound suddenly sounded over the Southern Song Dynasty frontier fortress. Hundreds of thousands of Bimo soldiers, led by young generals, rushed out of the Southern Song Dynasty frontier fortress without hesitation and rushed towards the Jin Kingdom frontier fortress. They passed by

All the golden men were beheaded.

"Is this, is this a method used by gods?"

At the border fortress of the Southern Song Dynasty, a military general watched with dumbfounded eyes as hundreds of thousands of Bimo soldiers rushed into the territory of the Kingdom of Jin under the leadership of the young general. He asked blankly. All the nearby Southern Song border troops were also stunned. After hearing the military general's inquiry,

They all came back to their senses, looked at each other, and did not speak rashly. The scene in front of them made them no longer know how to answer.

"Ma Zuo Lu Fei Kuai"

"The bow is as shocked as a thunderbolt"

As Xin Qiji finished speaking, the young general who was fighting among the 100,000 golden soldiers at the frontier of the Kingdom of Jin killed the panicked golden thief in front of him with one sword. With a wave of his right hand, countless arrows rained down from the sky. In less than ten breaths, he killed three

More than ten thousand golden soldiers.

After a while, the battle at the frontier of the Kingdom of Jin came to an end. The Jin people, who had always looked down on the Song people in the past, had no power to resist against these strange soldiers, and could only let them be slaughtered and run away. The next second, the Jin people

When only a few hundred people were left, the hundreds of thousands of strange soldiers and the young general in the Jin Kingdom's border fortress disappeared instantly. At the same time, the long river of pen and ink over the entire Southern Song Dynasty also disappeared.

At the border fortress of the Kingdom of Jin, hundreds of Jin people who had survived looked at the scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood and fled one after another. They no longer dared to stay here, for fear that those weird enemies would suddenly appear again and kill them without saying a word.

Lin'an, outside the palace, Jia Sidao looked at the disappearing vision in the sky. Although he was a little curious, there were still a few sentences in his memory. Why did the inexplicable existence that caused the vision of heaven and earth not continue to finish, but,

Thinking of the previous vision in the sky, Jia Sidao vaguely felt that this was by no means an ordinary scene and something must have happened.

"I don't know who caused this vision. If possible, I would really like to see it. If such a strong person protected the Southern Song Dynasty, how dare the Jin Kingdom and Mongolia dare to provoke the Southern Song Dynasty again? Is it Xin Qiji?

?not sure."

"No matter what, let's wait and see what happens. I feel that something unexpected must have happened just now. The alliance with Mongolia should be slowed down for a while."

After Jia Sidao finished thinking, he suppressed all these thoughts in his heart, and his face returned to calmness. He was no longer an ordinary person, but a powerful prime minister, Jia Sidao, who had a group of ministers under him who were waiting to die.

, Therefore, he must not be confused when encountering trouble, otherwise the ministers may want to surrender before the enemy comes. Therefore, he must maintain his majesty, as well as his exhaustive and confident demeanor.

"Does this mean that you should ignore other people's affairs and not encourage others to do good things? When I read history books in the past, I felt that Jia Sidao was a bad, authoritarian, and overbearing person. Now I feel deeply about it. Among a group of sheep, there must be a tough and iron-blooded person.

Commander."

"Song Duzong, if you know what I am doing, don't sabotage my actions at the critical moment. Otherwise, before the fall of the Southern Song Dynasty, I will execute you and those ministers who are waiting for death to satisfy the hatred in my heart."

Jia Sidao turned around and took one last look at the palace behind him. There was gold and jade outside, but ruins inside. The Southern Song Dynasty had a prosperous economy but did not want a strong army. Then, Jia Sidao calmly walked to his palace.

What kind of consequences will come? He must firmly control the 200,000 soldiers of the Southern Song Dynasty and the 100,000 new troops uniformly trained by him. These 300,000 troops are the final foundation of the Southern Song Dynasty and cannot be acted upon rashly.

In front of the wooden house, Xin Qiji calmed down his awe-inspiring righteousness, looked at the sky, and whispered.

"Finish the affairs of the king and the world"

"Winning a reputation during and after death"

"Pity happens in vain?"

This poem "Po Zhen Zi" was written when he was in middle age. It was originally his ambition, but because the emperor of the Southern Song Dynasty did not want to make progress and could not tolerate him, he dismissed him. Now, his literary style has been fulfilled, every word is

Words have great power. It is a good opportunity to take this opportunity to recall the battles on the battlefield.

The young general who led more than 100,000 soldiers to massacre the frontier fortress of the Kingdom of Jin was exactly the same young general who was energetic and full of energy. Everyone thought he was just a poet and a weak scholar.

Who has ever remembered that when the traitor Zhang Anguo defected to the Jin Kingdom, all the generals in the Southern Song Dynasty were silent and did not dare to act rashly. It was he who personally led fifty cavalry to raid the camp of fifty thousand Jin soldiers, attacking the enemy with lightning speed.

After capturing Zhang Anguo alive, he ran thousands of miles and escorted Zhang Anguo to Lin'an. That battle was also the last time Xin Qiji fought on the front line. After that, he was dismissed and had no choice but to retire to Qianshan in middle age.

"All the past events are gone with the wind."

"In this battle, one hundred thousand Jin soldiers were wiped out at the border fortress of the Jin Kingdom. It was because of the right time, place and people. The Jin Kingdom lost one hundred thousand golden soldiers. I think they will not dare to act rashly again in a few years. From now on, I will travel to the Southern Song Dynasty

Within the territory, recruit disciples widely and spread the Way of Literary Spirit. As long as someone has cultivated the Way of Literary Spirit and continues to pass it on, within three years, the Southern Song Dynasty will no longer be afraid of the invasion of the Jin Kingdom."

"One person's power is limited after all. If I directly destroyed the Jin Kingdom, the Southern Song Dynasty would still be in this situation where others were at the mercy of others. They were born in sorrow and died in happiness."

"My lifespan is limited. After all, I can't protect the Han people of the Southern Song Dynasty for many years. One day, they still need to face it on their own."

"I just hope that the Han people will no longer be invaded by these barbarians outside the Great Wall."

Xin Qiji thought for a long time, and after sorting out what he was going to do next, he looked back at the wooden house where he had lived in seclusion for many years, and left with a smile.

In the future, he will not return here. Perhaps, before the end of his life, he will return here and sleep here with his wife. However, now he still has many unfinished things, and he wants to take advantage of the time he has left.

Most of the time is for Han people to do what they can.

At this moment, an indifferent voice sounded in the ears of all the group members.

"Ding, new group member Ye Shu has joined the chat group."

In the eternal ancient plane, there are countless palaces and pavilions on a thousand-foot-high mountain. Spiritual energy with a radius of thousands of miles gathers here, surrounded by magic circles. In front of the mountain gate is carved a line of text full of Taoist rhyme, Shengxian Gate, several

Thousands of streams of light patrolled over the entire sect.

In the back mountain of Shengxianmen, in a deserted cave, an old man in black clothes sits cross-legged. The old man's figure is full of the strong aura of time. It is obvious that he is about to face the greatest danger in the realm of the Immortal King. The five declines of heaven and man are here.

At that moment, an indifferent voice sounded in the ear of the old man in black, waking up the old man in black who had been in seclusion for who knows how many years.

Ye Shu woke up from a long sleep. Before he opened his eyes, he felt that there was a mysterious force pulling his true spirit. Although its strength was not enough for him who had been in the Immortal King Realm for thousands of years,

Generally speaking, he could break free, but his deep sense told him that this incident was not dangerous, so he restrained the power that was about to move in his body.

In the chat group hall, Jingtian was a little surprised when he heard the notification tone of the chat group. According to usual practice, new group members do not join the group so frequently. However, what is the specific situation? We still need to see if there are any new group members this time.

What a strange thing.

Jingtian glanced around the chat room and fixed his gaze on Zhang Xiaofan, the fifth-level boss. There was a group of chairs slowly gathering together, and a figure whose face could not be seen clearly became clear. His tone was a little surprised.

said.

"Nezha group member, this new group member is so strong. He seems to be a fifth-level boss, and he is definitely a group member in Zhongqian World."

"Level 5, isn't that the same level as the Emperor Zhang Xiaofan? Recently, some low-level members have been added to the chat group. This time, a level 5 boss is here. It's so awesome."

Nezha, who was reading quietly on the side and had no reaction to the new group members, heard Jingtian's words and looked up in the direction of Mr. Zhang Xiaofan. Sure enough, next to Mr. Zhang Xiaofan, there was a chair and someone sitting on the chair.

The figures were slowly gathering together, and they said in a surprised tone.

"Another fifth-level boss is coming. Now I don't even have a clue how to advance to the fourth level, alas."

Jingtian sighed a little, and his eyes fell on the new group members who were gradually gathering. He was shocked by the strength of the new group members, and instantly felt that the books in his hands became boring.

"Hey, something doesn't seem right. What are these black air currents? Why does it feel like it will be very troublesome if you encounter one?"

At this moment, Nezha looked at some black air currents near the phantoms of the new group members, and asked with some confusion. For some reason, in his perception, these black air currents were extremely dangerous. With his current strength, as long as he touched it slightly,
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