It is not difficult to learn. Today I will pass on this secret art of magic and martial arts to you.

This is a matter of life and life. You must practice it well and then pass it on to your disciples. You must not hide your own personal information at all."

Everyone exclaimed again.

I came here today, but I didn’t expect that there would be such good things.

After hearing this, the light in Tang Jiusheng's eyes was even worse.

It was so noisy for most of the day. In the afternoon, a group of warriors went out of the villa, returned to the sects of various sects, gathered their men and prepared for war.

He Wangchuan stood in front of the villa gate and bid farewell to everyone.

After everyone left, Qin Xuming appeared quietly behind He Wangchuan.

He stood with his hands and said softly:

"Sect Master, I'm afraid something is wrong at this time."

"Are you afraid that these old ghosts will interfere?"

He Wangchuan was playing with the white jade cigarette pole.

Just now, he had already told Qin Xuming the details of Tang Jiusheng and others. It was normal for the latter to have doubts.

"Wu Ming, the battle of Lin'an, no matter what the winner is, they will be the last battle between our martial artists and the Penglai demons, in this place.

If they lose, they can still return to Xianshan Base Camp, but if we lose, we will die without a place to bury."

He Wangchuan whispered:

"Since that's the case, we have to find a way to achieve our goals. The old ghosts of Penglai have chosen containers to be reborn. If they let them ignore them, they will poison the world and cause trouble.

If they want to be in Lin'an, they will defeat me in one fell swoop, so I will give them this opportunity!

Let Tang Jiusheng act. The more old ghosts you attract, the better. In this battle, we will either win or destroy them all, and simply give it a try."

Qin Xuming pursed his lips and nodded.

He thought for a while and asked again:

"Sect Master, why is he so confident? Isn't he still the way to win?"

"I said no, you are afraid you don't believe it."

He Wangchuan showed a smile on his face.

He said:

"Anyway, let go and fight. This time, the fate and laws are all on our side."

As he spoke, he handed a small note to Qin Xuming.

explain:

"In the past few days, I have searched in the martial arts world in Jiangnan to see if there are any martial artists' birth dates and horoscopes, which match this.

It is best for middle-aged and elderly people, with at least martial arts foundation above the ground list. The local Five Elements Sect branch will cooperate with you and be more low-key."

Qin Xuming nodded and turned around to do things.

He Wangchuan stretched out his thin body and played with the white jade cigarette pole in his hand.

He just crossed the four sides and headed towards the back mountain. Soon after, he came to Ren Hao's tombstone. He stretched out his hand and stroked the tombstone under the shade of the trees in front of him.

Say softly:

"Uncle Ren, we have fought to the death, and we have not embarrassed you at this moment. If you have a spirit in heaven, I wish us all the best in the battle in Lin'an."

After saying that, he smiled again.

It seems that I remembered something good.

He said:

"You don't have to be too anxious. Maybe, in just a long time, we will have the opportunity to fight side by side."

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On the Yangtze River, not far from Jinling, there was a place where a war between the north and the south occurred more than a year ago.

The river surface that was descending in the evening was still flowing quietly, just like countless times in thousands of years, with screams on the shore and running away shrillly.

There is also the shock of the army's march.

The smoke of gunpowder shook the sky, but it could not disturb the river.

They have seen too many dynasties and tragic events on earth, and they have no interest in today's pursuit of breaking the enemy.

A man stands on the north bank of the river.

He was wearing a black robe, with his hair bun and his hands on his back.

This is not the first time he has been here. He witnessed the Jedi counterattack in the South during his crushing defeat more than a year ago.

That was the first time that the Hundred Battles Army appeared.

pity.

Now the army that fought the Battle of Caishiji has all died on the land of Qilu.

This world is really cruel.

Zhang Chu couldn't help but sigh, although the same tragic incident happened a few miles behind him, and it was the order he gave.

The Japanese raided Lin'an, and the southern government and the people were shocked. The city defense army was defeated in four stops and four times, but they could not gather the Japanese. In this case, it was a very correct choice to order the border troops to enter the capital to serve the king.

Unfortunately, the enemy facing the southern country is not the only Japanese who came raiding and disrupted the south of the Yangtze River.

"Ping,Ping,Ping"

The sound of horse hooves vibrated on the ground.

A deputy general of the Northern Army came on a horse and got off the horse a hundred steps away from Zhang Chu. He walked quickly, with bloody murderous aura on his body, and he reported to the national teacher who was enjoying the river view:

"Sir National Normal University, the Southern Army stationed here has been defeated. Do you still need to pursue it?"

"What are you chasing them? Do you want to exchange for military merits for more people?"

Zhang Chu smiled.

He was in a good mood and everything was going according to his plan.

He waved his hand and said:

"This time is the most precious time. There is no need to take such a great opportunity. After the army rests for half an hour, cross the river to the south! It is necessary to arrive at the city of Lin'an within seven days!"

Speaking of this, Zhang Chu stopped.

He looked at Caishiji, which was flowing in front of him, and there were only four of the original five sandbanks left.

He said:

"The fierce battle last year is still there, but unfortunately those warriors and heroes have died between heaven and earth. This time, no one has stopped us from crossing the Yangtze River.

Although it went smoothly...

But I was also a little sad."

Zhang Chu shook his head, took off a delicate wine pot from his waist, poured it into his thirsty and cracked lips. After his throat was moistened, he asked again:

"Where is news coming from other directions?"

"Report to the national teacher."

The deputy general replied:

"The demon soldiers are 70,000, and they have traveled day and night. They have passed Huai'an. Along the way, they have broken through 13 southern military cities. They have heavy troops in the Central Plains and have also passed by Badu. The local southern military did not leave the city to block it and defend the city to the death.

The three armies will soon join our army.

But, I will say bluntly...

Although most of the Southern Army had gone to Lin'an to serve the king, and the local military strength was not enough to stop our army, the battle was a bit too smooth."

The deputy general shook his body with some anxiety and said:

"I am afraid that this may be the plan of the southerners. I want to lead us into the ambush, and I want to fight against us who have come from afar at Lin'an City.

We will use a complete army to attack our exhausted army. This Warring States National Division mobilizes most of the country's military strength. If it loses, the country will be in danger. I am afraid that the siege of Yanjing will repeat. I hope the national division will think twice."

"trap?"

Zhang Chu pursed his lips.

He looked at the reflection of the river under his feet, and he was thinner than before.

But the light in the different pupils is brighter.

After a few breaths, he said:

"There must be traps, and there must be ambush, but you don't have to worry too much."

Zhang Chu raised his head and looked at the south bank of the Yangtze River, where there was still the military camp from the Caishiji War last year.
To be continued...