In the valley, a bonfire was set up, and a grizzly bear that had been awakened by an avalanche was hung whole on the fire. It was roasting and sizzling, and the aroma was overflowing.
In the flickering firelight, the two sat opposite each other and talked about martial arts.
Nowadays, Yang Yu's martial arts attainments are not inferior to any of the great masters. Lin Qitian didn't pay much attention to it at first, talking more and listening less, but later his expression became serious, even surprised.
The tyranny of combat power can be attributed to magical powers, but there is no shortcut to this martial arts attainment...
From day to night, a whole big bear was eaten clean while the two were chatting.
"There are many wonderful things in the world. More than seventy years ago, in a valley somewhere in Liuji Mountain, in front of the same bonfire, the same ten dragons and ten elephants..."
In the firelight, Lin Qitian changed the subject without leaving a trace, faintly sweating from being asked, and did not want to communicate with him anymore.
Recalling the past, it was so eventful.
More than seventy years ago, signs of troubled times were beginning to appear. The Great Litian Wolf outside the Pass was about to make a move. The armies of the Three Kingdoms gathered together. Before the war, there was a lot of friction.
It was a turbulent era, and most of today's famous masters had already made their mark in that battle.
"The Battle of Liujishan lasted for nearly ten years. At that time, domestic chaos had arisen and the military was exhausted. The late emperor had no choice but to mobilize the whole country. At that time, I was only about your age today. Wei Zhengxian and Fang Zhenghao were only half a boy, thirteen. At the age of four, by chance, the three of us came to work under Prince Zhao, who was not well-known at the time. "
Lin Qitian slowly said:
"At that time, your teacher was one of Prince Zhao's staff...
The battle of Liujishan lasted for ten years.
Within ten years, the down-and-out prince Zhang Xuanba rose to become the world-famous King Zhao of Xifu. He controlled the soldiers of the world and was in the limelight for a while.
The three of them, Lin Qitian, each learned the three magical arts taught by him personally. After the war, they were promoted to Grandmaster and Grand Grandmaster successively, and were stationed at the border.
"No wonder you and General Wei informed the Earthshaker God in detail."
Yang Yu's heart moved slightly.
From Lin Qitian's words, he also understood why Wang Muzhi wanted him to take Yunzhou, but it turned out to be an old friendship
"In the valley back then, the six of us swore by the bright moon, determined to expel foreign enemies, quell the civil strife, and recreate the prosperous Ming Dynasty!"
It seemed that the wind was blowing, the bonfire was flickering, and Lin Qitian's mood fluctuated slightly.
"Recreating a prosperous age..."
Yang Prison listened quietly.
Who can follow through on the lofty words they made when they were young?
"It's a pity that after the battle at Liujishan, Prince Zhao's popularity reached its peak, but it also made the late emperor and courtiers who had originally supported him wholeheartedly become more interested in checks and balances..."
Lin Qitian sighed: "The six of us eventually drifted away, even to the point where
"The tricks of the devil are more difficult to avoid than the swords and guns on the battlefield."
Yang Yu shook his head slightly.
Lin Qitian did not go into too much detail, but he could naturally guess that in the decades before Zhang Xuanba went into seclusion, many aristocratic families, martial arts sects, and even the royal family were secretly competing with him.
I'm afraid that what finally made Zhang Xuanba retreat was not only his breakthrough in martial arts, but also the pressure from the late emperor...
"yes."
Lin Qitian fell into silence, feeling complicated.
After seventy years, his martial arts skills are far from what they used to be, but some things seem to be far from what they used to be.
"Power is comparable to magical power."
Yang Yu fiddled with the bonfire, alert in his heart.
First there was Wei Zhengxian, and then there was Lin Qitian. These two scornful generals on the battlefield did not even frown between life and death, but when faced with that page of paper, they had to lower their heads and even exhausted themselves from running for their lives.
But he understood that whether it was Wei Zhengxian or Lin Qitian, what bound them was not the documents or the court, but the countless comrades in their military life, and even the soldiers and civilians under their command.
After a short silence, Lin Qitian had already calmed down his thoughts. He looked at Yang Yu with a somewhat complicated expression:
"Do you know why Lao Xu gave you a choice before leaving that day?"
Regarding this matter, Yang Yu had some speculations, but he still shook his head:
"Appreciate further details."
"Wang Muzhi probably said something? The two masters and apprentices had a fierce quarrel many years ago. After that, they severed the relationship between master and apprentice and did not see each other again for decades."
Yang Yu nodded, indicating that he had heard it.
"Some people think this is old Xu Mingzhe's way of protecting himself, but it is true. They did have a quarrel, but it was false because they never severed the relationship between master and disciple."
Lin Qitian paused and said:
"The people are the most valuable, the country is the second most important, and the king is the least important. In fact, Lao Xu's thoughts can be summed up in one word. He is loyal to the king, but in his heart, the king is not as important as the country and the country.
Therefore, he gave you a choice and also gave Longyuan border residents a choice."
Mr. Xu...
Beside the bonfire, Yang Yu sat quietly for a long time.
"But, it's limited to him. Neither I nor Wei Zhengxian will interfere, but they won't help. The imperial court can change their surnames, but the border can't...
Lin Qitian said a lot, and finally left a letter and left:
"Be careful with Ma Longtu. This person has obtained the true biography of the Black Mountain Old Demon. He is also traveling to the northwest..."
"call!"
After a long time, Yang Yu blew out the bonfire and got up.
In the sky, the cry of eagles was heard, mixed with the barking of dogs. Not long after, a big black dog riding an eagle fell from the sky and jumped into his arms.
"brat."
Yang Yu teased the little guy with a smile, and did not forget to take a look at its fate. With the digestion of this time, it seemed that its fate could be changed again.
Press all thoughts into your heart temporarily.
Yang Prison began to take stock of his harvest. The first thing he had learned was naturally the Panlong stick.
This Panlong stick is naturally not the one that was used by the legendary ancestor of the Song Dynasty to conquer the world, but it is also the magic weapon that Meng Hanguang became famous for, approaching the number of tens of thousands of forgings.
[Weapons: Panlong Staff] [Fate: Canglong Soldier] [Fate Number: One Purple, Four Gold and Three Red] [Indestructible (Light Purple), Life belongs to Canglong (Light Gold), Lift as Lightly as Light (Light Gold), Lift as Lightly
Heavy (Light Gold), Breaking Soldiers and Armors (Light Gold), Willing Blessing (Light Red), Killing People (Light Red), Not Easy to Wear
"With nearly ten thousand divine weapons forged, no wonder the two-edged sword can't withstand it..."
Holding the dragon stick in hand, Yang Prison couldn't help but sigh at the imperial court's wealth and wealth.
Compared with the Qianlong Divine Bow, this Panlong Stick is naturally insufficient, but looking at the world, this is also a top weapon, only worse than the top ten magic weapons.
In fact, any skill-level magic weapon is worth a fortune. As far as he knows, there are many people on the Splendid Ranking who don't have Ten Thousand Forged level magic weapons.
Sitting on the Ten Paths of the Central Plains, the power of the imperial court is beyond the comparison of one family and one surname.
It's a pity that this is a stick...
"I wonder if I can recast the two-edged sword to a dry-forged level by melting this dry-forged panlong stick?"