Open the bag, a wooden box and a wine jar were revealed.

Guo Jing looked at the wine jar with curiosity. In his memory, Xu Tianya has always been a wine that never leaves herbs, and the wine seems to be made of precious medicinal herbs, which is extremely precious.

After looking at the wine jar, Guo Jing then opened the small wooden box, a letter, one thin, two thick three booklets.

Above the envelope were Guo Jing's handwriting that was very familiar to him. Just looking at these fonts that looked like the sword-cut, Guo Jing seemed to see the figure standing with a sword in his arms and teaching him earnestly.

Looking at the short lines of words on the letter paper, Guo Jing's expression also changed. After a long time, Guo Jing slowly lowered the letter and turned his eyes to the book and the wine jar.

A thin and thick book is the world-famous Wu Mu's suicide note, and the other is a battlefield sword technique created by Xu Tianya's dozens of sword techniques to see the world.

The wine jar contains snake gall wine that can improve internal cultivation and temper body.

How could Guo Jing not know the value of the three? It is no exaggeration to say that all three things, any of them, are enough to cause great unrest.

Wu Mu's suicide note is famous all over the world. I don't know how many people are tracing their whereabouts. This snake gall wine that can improve internal cultivation and temper body is such a magical effect, which has never been heard of.

If this magical treasure is spread to the world, I don’t know how many people in the world will make them crazy, and it will not be surprising that they will flow into blood.

As for the sword technique, Guo Jing only took a few quick glances and knew that it was definitely a top-notch sword technique. The moves were opened and closed, and the way to walk on the battlefield was also clear, and the cultivation insights were also explained clearly.

Even if you don’t know martial arts skills, you can become a master if you practice hard.

It was as heavy as a mountain, but now it was such a great kindness. Guo Jing stared at three things for a long time, and he did not come to his senses until a soldier shouted outside the door.

"The greatest hero is to serve the country and the people!"

He suddenly remembered what Xu Tianya said on the grassland.

Although it was not what he said to him, he could see that this seemed to be Brother Xu's expectations of him.

His eyes suddenly became firm. Although Guo Jing has limited qualifications, he must not let down his expectations!

...

At the same time, not long after Liu Zhaoting returned to the north, the "transaction" that Quanzhen and the rebel army had already been cut off had begun again, and the scale was so large that it was far from the small fights before.

Of course, this huge transaction was thanks to the extensive plundering of the Iron Palm Gang. With the secret support of the Jin people, the Iron Palm Gang expanded rapidly, and then it even paid back to the Jin Kingdom, supporting the Jin Kingdom's crumbling national power.

Quanzhen's revenge swept the world and destroyed the Iron Palm Gang. Under the reputation of the sword shining with the cold light of Jiuzhou, Quanzhen basically completely accepted the Iron Palm Gang's legacy.

Many of these things were originally prepared by the Iron Palm Gang to support the Jin Kingdom, and they were useless to Quanzhen today. Under Xu Tianya's instructions, these materials were also transported to the territory of the rebel army one after another, and a transaction that basically did not seek returns was started.

After all, in this chaotic era, under the strict defense of the Song court, for the rebels, silver cannot buy everything...

What's more, half a year has passed, the silence of the war has also begun.

The Mongolian Iron Cavalry launched a large-scale attack. The Jin Kingdom, which was still struggling to support, once again faced the Mongolian Iron Cavalry's military front. How could the rebel army miss such a good opportunity?

The troops were ordered on the battlefield, and once again eroded the shaking Jin Kingdom. At the same time, the Song court, whose wars were already in decline, also took action.

After all, a Han prince who had become a climate poses great threat to Song Ting, which is completely beyond the reach of Jin Meng.

The Song court dispatched troops and generals, and the army left the country, and the troops pointed directly at the rebel army, as if they were preparing to fight the rebel army to the death.

The war broke out again in the world, but Quanzhen, who had been deeply involved in it, was already out of the way and watched the world's storm rise.

On this day, several unusual people came to the bustling and noisy Changkong Town.

A beggar, a monk, and a man in yellow masked.

The three of them walked under the city gate. When they saw the word "Long Sky" above the city gate, they couldn't help but stop and stared at the words "There were a lot of thoughts" for a long time.

"Good word!"

I don’t know how long it took, but the talented man in yellow masks sniffed his words like gold.

"Amitabha, the younger disciples of Chongyang are really amazing. I am lucky enough to see these two words. This trip has been fulfilled!"

The monk clasped his hands together and sighed.

But the old man dressed as a beggar did not say a word. He looked at the two words and felt very clear. After a long time, he said: "I heard that the rules of Quanzhen Sect have been changed. The disciples of Chongyang finally have some courage!"

"They had to change that!"

The man in yellow masked said coldly, obviously he didn't have much affection for Taoist Quanzhen.

"Okay, okay, it's now, what's the use of saying this!"

The old man dressed as a beggar waved his hand without hesitation and sighed: "Now, we three together, probably can't beat the little Taoist priest of Tianya."

"That may not be!"

The man in yellow masked still refused to admit defeat and snorted coldly, but didn't say much.

"Amitabha……"

Just as the monk was about to speak out, a rapid pace on the street attracted the attention of the three of them.

I saw a group of people in Quanzhen's Taoist robe coming in a hurry at the city gate. At first glance, the man in the lead, the old man dressed in a beggar, and the man in a yellow mask couldn't help but be stunned. Then the two looked at each other, but their expressions were a little strange.

"Yin Zhiping, a disciple of the third generation of Quanzhen, met with three seniors. I wonder if the three seniors are here, and they are in a far-reaching way. I hope the three seniors will not be surprised."

Yin Zhiping and more than ten Quanzhen disciples bowed in an orderly manner, and his respectful voice also made the nearby people in the martial arts world look sideways.

The name of Yin Zhiping is familiar to many people in the martial arts world. He once ruled the Quanzhen of Jiangnan for several years, and now he is the lord of Changkong City, and is even more well known to the martial arts world.

Such an extraordinary person has such a great gift to these three strange people, which makes people guess the identities of these three strange people.

"That's Senior Hong Qigong, the Northern Beggar. I was fortunate to see him once in Junshan!"

Among the crowd, a man from the martial arts world immediately said excitedly.

"That's Dongxie Huang Yaoshi, I've seen it in Lin'an!"

"Beijing beggar, Dongxie, isn't that old monk the senior Emperor Nan!"

The people from all over the country immediately recognized the three people who were respectful and respectful to Yin Zhiping.
Chapter completed!