The next morning.

The first thing Cheng Ying did when she woke up was to look for Jiraiya's traces, but unfortunately there was nothing else except a letter.

Cheng Ying picked up the letter on the ground and opened it, and it read: "Sister Cheng Ying, I'm leaving, the green mountains will not change, and the green water will flow forever. We will have a date in the future."

The few short words made Cheng Ying tremble suddenly, and she suddenly realized that something was missing in her heart.

"Cousin, is he leaving?" 6 Wushuang couldn't help asking when he saw the loss on Cheng Ying's face.

Cheng Ying did not answer, but nodded and muttered to herself: "I hope you will be safe and happy for the rest of your life."

Two months later.

In a military barracks of a Mongolian team of 3,000 people, Tolei led a team of Mongolian soldiers to patrol. Looking at the Mongolian barracks that were no longer alive, he clenched his fists and said fiercely: "Damn it, this is the seventh time. Tens of thousands of people died like this. Even the murderer didn't know who it was? Check it out, I want to tear the murderer apart!"

All seven teams of 3,000 people under Tuolei survived, and even the murderer could not be found.

He shouted loudly, his eyes filled with blood, like a ghost.

Since two months ago, the Mongolian army has been under sniper attacks. No matter how strict the guards and defenses are, they are in vain.

Moreover, the garrisons between the five miles away were not aware of it at all.

I thought the first time was by chance, Tolei ordered all the garrisons to divide one-third of their troops into vigil, but despite this, seven teams of 3,000 people died like this.

The most shocking thing is that every dead Mongolian soldier only had a scar on his neck or chest. That is to say, overnight, the enemy only took three thousand attacks, and each soldier solved it with just one move.

From the lowest level soldiers to the highest level generals, there are no exceptions.

At this time, ten miles away from the Mongolian military camp, a white-headed boy in a black robe looked at Tolei who had arrived and curled his lips slightly: "This time I came quite fast, but it was still in vain!"

Not bad, it's Jiraiya.

After separating from Cheng Ying two months ago, he felt that it was too early to compete for swordsmanship in Huashan, so he started hunting the Mongolian army. The first time was good. The remaining few times, because the Mongolian army was prepared, he had to spend more time.

With the use of ninjutsu, he was like a fish in the Mongolian camp, and with the support of top internal forces, he slaughtered Mongolian soldiers again and again.

However, at this moment, Jiraiya suddenly laughed. Looking at the Mongolian army that was preparing to evacuate, he couldn't help but smile and said, "It's true, what kind of soldiers should be withdrawn? This is the last time anyway. Where can I have the time to play with you all the time?"

Xiangyang City.

A day later, Guo Jing, who received the scout's message, stood up suddenly and laughed loudly, "That's great, the Mongolian army has retreated, Xiangyang City has been defended again, hahaha!"

Opposite, Huang Rong couldn't help laughing, but her brows frowned slightly. She whispered: "Brother Jing, could it be the Mongols who made a plan? Why did she retreat for no reason?"

Upon hearing this, Guo Jing handed her a message. After taking it, Huang Rong was stunned. She murmured to herself: "How is this possible? More than 20,000 people died silently? Could it be that an old guy who has been invisible for a long time?"

Guo Jing shook his head and said excitedly: "Rong'er, you have forgotten the existence of a person. With his unpredictable degree and deep internal strength, it is not a fantasy to be able to do this!"

"Jiraiya? Brother Jing, are you talking about him? Yes, it should be only him. Even we have no clue about the degree he has performed that day, and especially when he left, there was no rule at all. If it were him, he should be able to do it."

Huang Rong asked and answered her own questions and directly told her reasons.

Guo Jing smiled and said, "No matter what, the Mongolian army withdrew, which will be relaxed for us for a long time. Do you still remember a sentence he said last time? That sentence still makes me remember it fresh!"

"The less a hero can help the weak, and the more a hero can help the country and the more a hero can serve the country and the people!" Huang Rong is indeed the person who is most familiar with Guo Jing, and answered instantly.

Guo Jing nodded and said, "Yes, the most hero is for the country and the people. Jiraiya can be called a hero!"

Looking at Guo Jing's sigh, Huang Rong walked over gently and held his hand tightly, and said with a smile: "In my heart, Brother Jing has always been a hero and a hero in my heart."

"Rong'er."

The two were immersed in a sweet environment and couldn't extricate themselves for a while.

After a long time, Guo Jing said, "Rong'er, I want to go and see the Huashan Sword Competition in half a month. I don't know if my father-in-law, Master Yideng and the old naughty boy have arrived?"

"I still remember the Huashan Sword Competition decades ago. At that time, my father and the others were really the most powerful people in the martial arts world. If Brother Jing was not young, you might be one of the five great masters! But this time, I'm afraid you wouldn't be so relaxed!"

Huang Rong's heart sank at the end.

"I felt that day that his palm did not use all his strength, otherwise I would not be able to handle it. Moreover, do you still remember the pill he gave?" Guo Jing said.

Huang Rong nodded: "Of course I remember that a pill cured all the internal injuries on you, Brother Jing, in a flash. I guess he is not only a level master, but also a Xinglin master with a wonderful skill. But what surprised me was that Guo'er said that he said he was only fourteen years old. If this was the case, he would be really amazing!"

"Yes, it will be clear in half a month!" Guo Jing said.

Time passes like water, and in a blink of an eye it will be ten days later.

In the Central Plains martial arts world, almost everyone is discussing the Huashan sword contest five days later, but this time the difference is that nearly half of the martial arts people have a winner in their hearts, the strong man who defeated the Golden Wheel Dharma King with one move in Xiangyang City.

As for the candidates such as the Eastern Evil Huang Yaoshi, the Southern Emperor Yideng Master, and the old naughty boy Zhou Botong, although everyone knows that they are very powerful and have been considered among the five masters many years ago, they are still a little worse than that person.

Top of Mount Hua.

Standing at the top of the cliff, Jiraiya slowly gazed at the sea of ​​clouds in the distance, the snow-white area that never melted all year round, and the snowflakes falling from the sky fell in the cold wind, falling like groups.
Chapter completed!