You can search "I am Shensou Novel (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapter!On the plane of the Southern Song Dynasty, Xin Qiji stood in front of the wooden house, looked at the long river of pen and ink in the sky, and spoke leisurely, unspeakably free and easy.
"Drunk with a lamp and watch the sword"
Xin Qiji's words resounded throughout the Southern Song Dynasty. The moment the words fell, the river of pen and ink began to change, and countless pens and inks quickly condensed into a picture. A young general holding a long sword, moving with the wind, was near a bonfire. A sharp sword dance appeared, and hundreds of pens and inks turned into sword energy, scattered around.
Outside the imperial palace in Lin'an, Jia Sidao was originally looking up at the sky, and suddenly heard a leisurely sound from the sky and the changing scene of the pen and ink in the sky, and said with some surprise.
"Who would dare to say that this is an ordinary ancient time. I was drunk with a lamp and watched the sword. Isn't this Xin Qiji's break for a while? Could this vision in the sky be Xin Qiji's method? It's impossible, according to historical books, Xin Qiji shouldn't pay it now How can an old man living in seclusion and drowsy old age have such a powerful force, in one word, the world has changed color, could it be that I have traveled to a fake ancient time?"
Jia Sidao clearly remembers Xin Qiji's poem. The first sentence was to watch the sword while drunk. His understanding at the time was that Xin Qiji was drunk and looked at his long sword. However, the scene in the sky now makes him I feel that my three views are about to collapse.
After a breath, the previous voice came from heaven and earth again.
"Dreams back to blowing horns company camp"
As Xin Qiji’s second sentence fell, I saw the sky over the border fortress in the Southern Song Dynasty. The endless river of pen and ink turned into a barracks for dozens of miles. Hundreds of thousands of soldiers who changed from pen and ink stood solemnly, shaking hands with weapons, their eyes were staring. Looking at the place of the Golden State outside the border fortress in the Southern Song Dynasty, if there is a sense of wisdom, the leader is the young generals who danced swords by the campfire.
"Eight hundred miles under the command of sunburn"
"The sound of fifty strings turning over the plug"
"Autumn on the battlefield"
As Xin Qiji's voice fell, a melodious horn suddenly sounded over the Southern Song Dynasty border fortress. Under the leadership of the young military commanders, hundreds of thousands of soldiers rushed out of the Southern Song Dynasty border fortress and rushed towards the border fortress of the Kingdom of Jin, passing along the way. All the golden men were beheaded.
"Well, is this a fairy's method?"
At the Southern Song Frontier Fortress, a military commander was dumbfounded as he watched the hundreds of thousands of pens and ink soldiers rushed into the territory of the Golden State under the leadership of the young generals, and asked in a daze that all the Southern Song frontier troops nearby were also lost. After hearing the general's inquiry, They came back to their senses one after another, looked at each other, did not speak out, the scene before them made them no longer know how to answer.
"Ma made Lu Feifei"
"The bow is like a thunderbolt"
As Xin Qiji's voice fell, the young general who was fighting among the 100,000 golden soldiers on the border of the Kingdom of Jin killed the panicked golden thief with a sword. With a wave of his right hand, countless arrows rained down from the sky. After less than ten breaths, he killed three. More than 10,000 golden soldiers.
After a while, the battle of the border fortress of the Kingdom of Jin came to an end. In the past, the Jinren, who had always looked down upon the Song people, had no power to resist facing this strange soldier. When there were only a few hundred people left, the hundreds of thousands of weird soldiers and the young general in the Jin Country Frontier Fortress dissipated instantly. At the same time, the river of pen and ink over the entire Southern Song Dynasty also dissipated.
At the frontier of the Golden Kingdom, hundreds of gold men who survived by chance looked at the scene of the corpse mountain and blood sea, and fled one after another. They never dared to stay here again, for fear that those weird enemies would suddenly appear again.
Lin'an, outside the imperial palace, Jia Sidao looked at the disappearing vision in the sky, although some curiosity is in his memory, aren't there still a few words in the past?The inexplicable existence that caused the vision of heaven and earth did not continue to finish, but, thinking of the vision in the sky before, Jia Sidao vaguely felt that this was definitely not an ordinary scene, and something must have happened.
"I don't know who caused this vision. If it is possible, I really want to see it. If there is such a strong man who shelters the Southern Song Dynasty, what kind of Golden State, Mongolia, dare to provoke the Southern Song Dynasty again? Is it Xin Qiji? ?not sure."
"It doesn't matter, let's watch the changes first. I always feel that something unexpected happened just now. The union with Mongolia should be slowed down."
After Jia Sidao finished thinking, he pressed these thoughts in his heart, and his face returned to calmness. He is no longer an ordinary person, but a generation of power, Jia Sidao, under his hand is a group of ministers who are waiting to die. Therefore, he must not be chaotic when things happen, otherwise the group of ministers might think of surrendering before the enemy comes. Therefore, he must maintain his majesty, as well as a confident and confident manner.
"Isn’t this just letting others do nothing, don’t you persuade others to be kind? When I used to read history books, I thought that Jia Sidao was a very bad person, authoritarian, and domineering. Now I feel deeply moved. Among a group of sheep, there must be an iron-blooded and tough person. Commander."
"Song Duzong, if you are acquainted, don't disrupt my actions at a critical juncture, otherwise, before the Southern Song Dynasty is destroyed, I will put you and the group of ministers who are waiting to die for a long time to death in order to pacify my hatred."
Jia Sidao turned around and glanced at the palace behind him for the last time. Apart from the gold and jade, it was defeated, and the economy was developed, but he did not think of a strong army in the Southern Song Dynasty. Then, Jia Sidao calmly walked towards his mansion. What kind of consequences he must hold firmly in his hands the 200,000 soldiers and soldiers of the Southern Song Dynasty and 100,000 new troops trained by him. These 300,000 troops are the final foundation of the Southern Song Dynasty and cannot be acted rashly.
In front of the wooden house, Xin Qiji reduced his aura of righteousness, looked at the sky, and whispered.Nine Cake Chinese www.9bzw.com
"Anything in the world, but the king"
"Won the name before and after his lifetime"
"Poorly happened?"
This poem was written by him when he was middle-aged. It was originally his ambition, but because the Emperor of the Southern Song Dynasty did not want to make progress and could not tolerate him, he was waived. Now, his literary spirit has been established. Every language has great power, just take this opportunity to recall the original battlefield fight, Jin Ge iron horse.
The young general who led hundreds of thousands of pens and ink soldiers to slaughter the border fortress of the Kingdom of Gold was just a vigorous and vigorous young man. Everyone thought he was just a poet, a scholar without the power to bind a chicken.
Who would have remembered that when the traitor Zhang Anguo came to the Kingdom of Jin, all the generals of the Southern Song Dynasty were silent and did not dare to move. After catching Zhang Anguo alive, he ran for thousands of miles and took Zhang Anguo to Lin'an. That battle was also the last time Xin Qiji went to fight on the front line. After that, he was dismissed and reluctantly returned to Qianshan after his middle age.
"Everything in the past has gone with the wind."
"In this war, the 100,000 golden soldiers on the frontier fortresses of the Kingdom of Jin have been destroyed. It is the right time, the place and the people, and it all lies with me. The golden country has lost one hundred thousand golden soldiers. I must not dare to act rashly in a few years. From now on, I will travel to the Southern Song Dynasty. Within the territory, disciples are widely collected and the Tao of Wenqi is spread. As long as someone has cultivated the Tao of Wenqi and has an uninterrupted inheritance, within three years, the Southern Song Dynasty will no longer be afraid of the invasion of the Kingdom of Jin."
"One person's power is limited after all. If I directly destroy the Kingdom of Jin and the Southern Song Dynasty, it will still be a situation where people can be slaughtered, born of sorrow, and died of happiness."
"My life span is limited. After all, I will not be able to shelter the Han people in the Southern Song Dynasty for many years. One day, they still need to face it by themselves."
"I just hope that the Han people will no longer be invaded by these barbarians outside the Great Wall."
Xin Qiji pondered for a long time. After sorting out what he had to do next, he looked back at the wooden house where he had lived in seclusion for many years, and left with a big smile.
In the future, he will not return here. Perhaps, before the end of his life, he will return to this place and sleep here with his wife. But now he still has a lot to do and wants to take advantage of his Time, mostly Han people, do things within their power.
At this moment, an indifferent voice resounded in the ears of all the group members.
"Ding, new group member Ye Shu joins the chat group."
On the ancient plane of Heng, there are countless palace pavilions on a thousand-foot high mountain. The spiritual energy of thousands of miles gathers here, surrounded by arrays. In front of the mountain gate is carved a line of words full of Taoism, Shengxianmen, number Qiandao Liuguang patrolled over the entire school.
In the back mountain of Shengxianmen, in an inaccessible cave, an old man in black sits cross-legged. The figure of the old man is full of a strong breath of time. Obviously, he is about to face the greatest danger to the realm of the immortal king. At that time, an indifferent voice rang in the ears of the old man in black, awakening the old man in black who had been in retreat for an unknown number of years.
Ye Shu wakes up from the long deep sleep, before opening his eyes, he feels a mysterious force pulling his true spirit in the underworld, although its strength is more than that of him who has been in the fairy king realm for thousands of years. In terms of being able to break free, but the infernal perception told him that the incident was without surprises and danger, allowing him to converge the power in his body about to move.
In the chat group hall, Jingtian was a little surprised after hearing the prompt tone of the chat group. According to the usual practice, new group members enter the group not so frequently. However, what is the specific situation, you need to see how the new group members are. What's so peculiar.
Sedum swept his gaze in the chat group hall, and fixed his gaze next to Tier 5 boss Zhang Xiaofan. A chair was slowly condensing, and a figure with an invisible face gradually became clear, with a somewhat surprised tone. Said.
"Nezha group member, this new group member is so strong, he seems to be a Tier 5 boss, definitely a member of the Zhongqian World."
"Fifth Tier, isn't it the same level as the Heavenly Emperor Zhang Xiaofan? Recently, I have been joining some low-level group members in the chat group. This time, I will come directly to a Tier 5 boss, which is amazing."
Nezha, who had been reading quietly from the sidelines and had no response to the new group members, heard Jingtian’s words and looked up in the direction of Zhang Xiaofan. Sure enough, beside Zhang Xiaofan, there was a chair and a chair. The figure of's slowly condensed, and said in a surprised tone.
"Another Tier 5 boss is coming. I don't even have a clue on how to advance to Tier 4, alas."
Sedum sighed a little, his eyes fell on the new group members that were gradually condensing, he was hit by the strength of the new group members, and instantly felt that the books in his hand became dull.
"Hey, there seems to be something wrong, what are these black air currents? How do you feel like it will be troublesome if you run into it?"
At this moment, Nezha looked at some black air currents near the phantom of the new group member, and asked in a daze. For some reason, in his perception, these black air currents were extremely dangerous. With his current strength, he only needs to touch At one point, you will lose your soul.