The three primordial spirits, the ancient giant ape finally perished.
Wu Xiang, the commander-in-chief of Jinzhou, has been worried and happy recently. What is surprising is that in the past few years, the battle between the Jurchens and the imperial court in Jianzhou has been a series of battles. They have occupied most of Liaodong and are now not far from Jinzhou City, two hundred miles away.
A strong fortress was built in the place and named Shengjing. It completely replaced the Hetuala City at the foot of Changbai Mountain. This intention was very obvious. It was obviously to concentrate all the forces and prepare to gradually compress the Ming army's defense line in Liaodong.
"Behind Jinzhou City is Shanhaiguan. This city is the last line of defense in Liaodong. If it is breached by Braid, Liaodong will be completely lost and there will be no land left outside the pass."
Wu Xiang was also a military general, and he was also a figure who came out of Qi Jiguang at that time. Whether it was military arts and martial arts, temple arithmetic, astronomy and geography, and his understanding of the patterns of mountains and rivers, he was by no means comparable.
Seeing that the Jurchen braids were powerful, Wu Xiang calculated that his troops were not strong enough to resist, so he was secretly worried.
What makes him happy is that his concubine gave birth to a boy yesterday, and this boy is extraordinary. When he was born, the room was full of fragrant fragrance, and there was a faint glow on the roof. Moreover, after the child was born, his left and right hands had different shapes.
The one he held was "Peifu". Wu Xiang knew a little bit about heavenly secrets and knew that this child must be the reincarnation of a big shot and would have a name in the next life, so he followed God's will and named him Wu Peifu.
"Hi!" A loud roar woke Wu Xiang out of his deep thoughts. He took a closer look and saw that it was his ten-year-old eldest son Wu Sangui who was practicing spear skills in the martial arts training ground.
Although Wu Sangui is young, his kung fu is not weak. He is holding a large pure steel gun weighing fifty-six kilograms, shaking and jumping like a tiger leaping and a wolf running. The power of the gun is everywhere, there are dots of cold light, and the roar of the strong wind.
Suddenly, Wu Sangui swung his gun in a poaching-looking-for-snake style, striking and sweeping the gun twice. The roar of cannons sounded in the air, as if the gun blasted away the air.
The aftermath of the gunfire actually blew a large stone lock weighing 120 kilograms across the field and rolled all over the ground.
"Okay." Wu Xiang nodded. Wu Sangui knew that his father was looking at him, so he put the gun away and flicked it, inserted the gun into the weapon rack at the ready, and ran over in a few steps.
"Father."
"Well, your spear power has already reached seventy-eight points, and you are only one step away from breaking through to the realm of entering the palace." Although Wu Xiang has always been very picky about his son, he has to admit that his eldest son is very talented.
It is simply a strange talent. After five years of practicing Wu Mu's spear technique, he has reached the extremely high state of being able to connect all the meridians and refine his energy to become a god. He can integrate the fighting spirit of his soul into his gun technique.
"It took me fifteen years to reach such a state." Looking at his eldest son dressed in black, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, a slender body, and a talented appearance, he has already shown the image of a handsome young man,
In particular, his energy and spirit were calm and not floating, and he had the bearing of a general. Wu Xiang felt a little more happy in his heart.
Fearing that his son would become complacent, Wu Xiang was about to find some harsh words to reprimand. Suddenly, a servant came running all the way: "Master, there is a young man who claims to be an old immortal. He wants to see the master. I wonder if he will see you or not?"
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"Old Immortal?" Wu Xiang was stunned, "Take him to the living room to wait for tea. I'll be there in a minute."
"Haha. Haha, don't bother with tea. I came here today just to see that the ancient Qi Refining Master in Xuanyuan Mausoleum fell into the Wu family, and I came here to make a good relationship."
Wang Zhong's figure suddenly appeared from the door of the martial arts training ground. He walked over with a big smile.
"Who are you?" Wu Xiang frowned fiercely. With his cultivation level, he didn't even know where Wang Zhong came from. He couldn't help but secretly warn in his heart: "The one who comes is not good, and the one who is good will not come?"
"Looking at your attire, you look like a Taoist qigong practitioner. I am a military qigong practitioner. We have different Taoisms and don't work together. How can we become friends?"
"How come Mr. Wu always refuses people thousands of miles away when they meet?" Wang Zhong glanced slightly, and Wu Xiang felt that the world suddenly darkened. Then Wang Zhong glanced across the sky and the earth became clear again: "I am the Seven Killers
After coming down from the Demon Palace, the qi-refiners all over the world call him the Black Mountain Old Demon, and General Wu must have heard of his humble name."
"Old Black Mountain demon!..." Upon hearing this, Wu Xiang gasped and took three steps back.
"Why, haven't you heard of my name, Mr. Wu?" Wang Zhong said with a smile, but his eyes were turned to Wu Sangui. Wu Sangui had been secretly peeking at Wang Zhong since he came out, but when he saw Wang Zhong's look, he felt in his heart
As if not to be outdone, he also looked up.
"It turns out to be the old immortal from Montenegro, the Saint and the Demon King." Wu Xiang managed to calm down and complimented, but he was thinking quickly in his heart, "This old demon has a terrible reputation and is rumored to be invincible. Now he has Ye He's support.
However, it is rumored that the masters who support Jiannu Braid are practicing magic in Changbai Mountain in order to fight against this old demon. Logically speaking, this old demon is incompetent. However, this old demon supports
Ye He is attached to our court, and there are recent rumors that the emperor wants to marry Princess Yunmeng to him. This is a friend rather than an enemy. How should I deal with it?"
"It turns out that the commander-in-chief doesn't know the fate of the Qi practitioners who practiced magic against me in Changbai Mountain." Wang Zhong naturally saw through what Wu Xiang was thinking: "My emperor had set up a large formation a few days ago.
, killed more than half of the nine earth immortals, and now it is no longer possible. General Wu will make a plan to counterattack Jianzhou. If he can destroy the Tartars with one force, his contribution will be no less than that of the champion Hou {
Huo Qubing}, imitating his Zen in Changbai Mountain, reaching the pinnacle of military strategism, and reciting it for thousands of years, one life, one life, one autumn of grass and trees, no matter how rich and glorious it is, immortality will not be like this."
Wang Zhong's words seemed to have boundless magic power, and the eyes of Wu Xiang and Wu Sangui, father and son, became fanatical.
"My emperor is here for no other reason than to lend a helping hand to General Wu. In order for General Wu to achieve this boundless achievement and glory, he must also borrow the help of the Second Young Master."
"If you kill all your pigtails and become a monk, you will be rich and glorious forever!" Wu Sangui secretly clenched his fists and his breathing became thicker. Although he is only ten years old, he has already matured under Wu Xiang's influence.
Be determined.
"The power of the old immortal is boundless!" Wu Xiang recovered a little from his composure, but turned around and told Wu Sangui, "Hurry and get your second brother Pei Fu out."
"Hey." Wu Sangui agreed, turned around and ran quickly to the mansion to the east.
"I don't know why the old immortal is helping me like this. I heard that Ye He has also been very ambitious recently and is planning to found a country and become king without being restricted by the Ming Dynasty..." Wu Xiang said hesitantly, with many questions in his mind. After all, he was not a fool.
He was a military general, so naturally he would not be swayed by Wang Zhong with just one or two words.
"I am here to enlighten your second son's wisdom, pass it on, and accept a named disciple. As for my matter, it is a battle with the Confucian sect. Your military strategist only does military affairs. Do you think that this emperor will secretly
A plot against you?" Wang Zhong said calmly.
"Of course I'm not worthy of the old immortal's schemes." Wu Xiang said quickly, thinking to himself: "This demon king is so powerful that I have to be wordy so as not to offend him. And with his status, there is really no use in plotting against me.
I'll just act according to the circumstances."
"Father, my second brother is here."
At this time, Wu Sangui came out with a baby. Wang Zhong made a move with his hand, and the baby immediately flew up and fell into his hands.
"Well, he is worthy of being a heroic warlord three hundred years later." Wang Zhong swept his eyes and saw that the energy contained in this baby's body was as vast as the water of the Yangtze River, and his bones and body were in perfect shape. It was just that his mind was not clear.
The instinctive consciousness remains and has not yet grown up.
"The Yuan Shen in Xuanyuan Mausoleum has been sealed for five thousand years, and his mind has been extremely weakened. After reincarnation, it will take at least several months to gradually recover and generate new ideas, and only retains the magical power of his life. Now this child is only a day old.
No wonder there is such a reaction.”
I saw that the baby's eyes were slightly closed. After Wang Zhong suddenly held him in his hands, he seemed to feel Wang Zhong's powerful thoughts and power. Perhaps this power threatened him. The baby opened his eyes suddenly, and a wave of
Fierce murderous intent suddenly erupted, and the temperature of the entire martial arts training ground dropped suddenly. Even the large water tank nearby was covered with thin ice floes, as if the hot summer had suddenly turned into the cold winter.
The baby was obviously trying to use his instinctive magical power to resist.
Wu Xiang, Wu Sangui and his son next to him also felt it and were shocked. They did not expect that this baby had such magical powers. Just by opening his eyes, he could change the surrounding climate.
At this moment, Wang Zhong pointed at the baby's forehead.
Boom! A mighty and huge idea in the void suddenly poured down, defeating all the resistance of the baby. Wang Zhong used the art of fellow human beings in the Nine Paths of Yuan Mo, and poured part of his experience and understanding into the baby's soul.
The baby's eyes gradually calmed down and became extremely peaceful and peaceful.
Wang Zhong suddenly retracted his fingers and pressed lightly with one hand. Suddenly, countless dark and mysterious talismans appeared on the baby's body. Each one was as big as an ant, bending and twisting, and gradually penetrated into the body.
After a stick of incense, the baby returned to his previous appearance. But his body grew a lot, his hands and feet danced, and his mouth started talking.
"Put me down, I want to walk." Clear words came from his mouth.
As soon as Wang Zhong shook his hand, the baby Wu Peifu jumped down to the ground and stood firm, just like a five or six-year-old child.
"Do you understand the sword skills I taught you?" Wang Zhong asked.
"Some understand, some don't," said the baby Wu Peifu.
"Let's practice there." Wang Zhong said.
"Okay!" Wu Peifu suddenly grasped the sky. Under the scorching sun in broad daylight, suddenly the starlight of the White Tiger constellation in the west flashed, and a wisp of starlight white air fell on his hand, and it formed a mouthful of harmony.
A sword as tall as his body.
Wu Peifu slashed with his sword, and the white light suddenly surged. The whole place was filled with dense sword energy, and even Wu Xiang couldn't see clearly the force of the sword. He only felt that if he faced this sword, his only way was to escape.
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"You have already mastered 50% of the Three Miao Sword Techniques, and you have to master the rest by yourself." Wang Zhong smiled coldly: "You can assist your father in destroying the Tartars, and this is also the reward for me teaching you this set of sword techniques. As for that,
In the end, you will have your own thoughts and plans, and I will not interfere with you. If you follow destiny and become my enemy, I will naturally kill you. If you come with me, I will let you do it. You can take care of yourself.
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Wu Peifu listened, with a confused look in his eyes, as if he understood and yet didn't understand.
Wang Zhong laughed loudly and was about to fly into the air when he suddenly heard a voice: "Wait a minute!"
"Is that you?" Wang Zhong looked and saw that it was Wu Sangui. However, he stopped and looked directly at the ten-year-old child.
Wu Sangui seemed to be stabbed by Wang Zhong's sharp gaze, and took a step back, but then immediately raised his chest, "I am no worse than my brother, why do I need to rely on my brother to exterminate the Tatars? Is it because he is the reincarnation of some god?
Princes, generals and ministers, why do you think so highly of him, why do you look down on me!"
"Gui'er, stand down!" Wu Xiang was startled by his son and quickly scolded him fiercely.
"You?" Wang Zhong ignored Wu Xiang, but became somewhat interested in Wu Sangui. He smiled and said, "What is it about you that I can respect?"
Wu Sangui seemed to be stabbed hard by these words, and all the blood drained from his face, and he suddenly took a big step back. "Now I am not as good as him, but one day, I will surpass him. The great military cause of annihilating the Tatars and consecrating Changbai Mountain
, even without my brother, I can still do it!"
"Oh!" Wang Zhong laughed loudly: "The birthplace of princes, generals and ministers is indeed not the most important. As long as the heart is firm, anything can be accomplished. However, the love between children is long, and the hero is short-tempered. Even the unparalleled heroes will inevitably be destroyed.
The world of mortals is a waste of emotions. I think you will be in a difficult relationship in the future, so you are not as good as your brother. But you still have some courage today, so I will teach you a set of marksmanship. If it is true in the future, you will be in a difficult situation.
Sincerely, I will take back this marksmanship and your life. If you can defeat Qing Jie, even your brother will not be able to defeat you!"
"Look carefully!" Wang Zhong didn't wait for Wu Sangui to speak again, and raised his hand to the sky. Suddenly, all the sunlight was covered. In the dark sky, a comet cranked like a flag, piercing the sky, its light shining through the sky. It was Chi You's flag.
, this King's Star suddenly separated a ray of starlight and fell into Wang Zhong's hand, condensing into a spear.
"The world is in chaos, dragons and snakes are rising together. Snakes are heroes and heroes, and dragons are kings. It is easy to be a hero, but kings adhere to the destiny and are destined by luck, so it is difficult to achieve. As the saying goes, people plan things and make things happen. I
This set of marksmanship can change fate against the will of heaven. Even if you have no luck, with this marksmanship, you can turn a snake into a dragon! It is up to others to plan things, and it is up to me to make them happen! With one thought, I am the sky!"
Wang Zhong shook the gun, and suddenly the sky was filled with circles of bright stars. Suddenly, the stars flashed and turned into a spear and shot into Wu Sangui's eyebrows.
"Haha, haha! If you can break the relationship in the future, you will naturally become a great military sage."
Wang Zhong flew away into the sky and disappeared. The sky was still blazing with scorching heat.
"Huh? Turning a snake into a dragon? How can it be so easy? I want to see how this boy survives the love disaster?" Above the nine heavens, there seemed to be a faint voice. It was the Jiutian Xuan that Wang Zhong met in Xuanyuan Mausoleum.