In the desert outside the border, there was a rider walking west, wearing a pair of swords around his waist, and the man was wearing a coarse linen.

Going west of Liangzhou, there were three military towns in Fengxiang, Linyao, Qingcang, which were controlled by Fengxiang and Qingcang, which were at the same time, and at the same time, they were mutually supportive with Tietimen Pass, and together they clamped the vast Western Regions. However, now the three towns have long been abandoned and have become an excellent hiding point for tens of thousands of refugees. These desperate people who are willing to commit crimes are especially brave and good at fighting. Not to mention the young and strong men, even women and children of seven or eight years old. As long as they are given a wooden spear, they dare to fight with the soldiers of the Northern Liang. The border troops of Liangzhou have always had the habit of using refugees to perform martial arts and train soldiers. Most of the blood of these sinners is also the North.

The Liang Iron Cavalry forced him to jump over the wall. The first thing he did when he screened the crossbowmen in Beiliang was to throw it in here, give him a horse, a crossbow and a knife, and then ask for blessings to survive for a month before he could cross the first threshold. If he died, even collecting the corpse was hoped to whip the corpse to pieces by the group of sinners who hated Beiliang to pieces. The people of Lingzhou, far away from the border, all said that children who grew up there like to kick and play with the skulls of the fallen soldiers in Beiliang the most, so the guys there were no one or no ghosts, and they were very terrible.

When the horse went west for two hundred miles, he met a group of future crossbowmen who had just joined the place. Both sides were about to break out and there was no words at all. The man in a rough numbing man casually blocked the short crossbow shooting and two rounds of charges, and never hurt anyone. These elite soldiers returned without success and no longer hoped to bite this hard bone. Although the amount of beheading after returning to Liangzhou was tied to the amount of silver rewards, the original intention was to survive. Since it was obvious that he could not cut off the guy's head, he was picking up one by one.

After the crossbow, he took a detour. This place where refugees gathered, there were many people from the world who fled outside the world after committing an incident in Liyang. Those who could gain a foothold here were either high martial arts realm or proficient in the side of the other side. Therefore, the soldiers did not find it strange when they met this sword knight in white clothes. It was strange that this young guy didn't even get out of the sheath of a sword, and blocked all the attacks, which made them afraid.

Tens of thousands of refugees mixed with fish and dragons were not scattered, mainly concentrated in the three abandoned cities from east to west Qingcang Linyao Fengxiang, which were removed from Liyang map. Because once they were dispersed, they would definitely become the sword ghosts of the soldiers of the Northern Liang. The refugees rarely had weapons to be with them. Such scattered soldiers and soldiers who were expected to become elite scouts of the Northern Liang will die even if they were not afraid of death. As for why the refugees who did not conquer the three cities in one go, it would be a blessing to live.

I wish the old man of Beiliang would take them as a fart, but when he heard that the man was dead, they were half-believing and half-doubted. At first, they were more or less relieved. Then all three cities were rumored that the new king would take the throne and wanted to use them to establish his authority. Soon the army would be overwhelmed, which immediately made people feel worried. These refugees actually hated the most was the poisonous man Li Yishan. When the Xu family entered Beiliang, the local wealthy families that showed a little distortion were killed.

A child who was not left or above the horse was driven here. Later, the soldiers of Beiliang came here to hunt for military merits, and the prohibition of Liangzhou from flowing into this place was all from Li Yishan's instructor. In the early years, some people were greedy for wealth and wealth, hoping to use the secret military situation of the three cities as a letter of fame to exchange for a stable life with Beiliang. As a result, Li Yishan ordered all the slaughter and threw the body out of Qingcang City. All the refugees completely gave up. The one with the surname Li was stubborn.

Let them be lonely ghosts for life! As for the old King of Beiliang Xu Xiao, the refugees used to hate them, and they were more afraid. Now that people have been slaughtered, they have turned to hatred, because someone has a nose and eyes, and before they have a last word before the murder, they have to bury him with 200,000 refugees. Fortunately, they have raised millions of soldiers in the underworld to get a hand to the King of Hell. This kind of incredible nonsense is actually incredible in the land of refugees that is in danger of protection!

A ride near Qingcang City, and the smoke from several villages could be seen vaguely in the dusk. In this area, there were few Northern Liang cavalrymen who dared to swim unscrupulously. Last time, the adult's son and a double-pupil came here to wander around the city. The man with a sword led his horse and asked for a scoop of water from a mud house at the entrance of the village. The family of four, a strong dark-skinned couple and a pair of children without shoes, had extremely cold eyes. Perhaps it was shocked by the visitor's waist, so he suppressed the urge to kill and rob the people and seize the horse. The man in charge endured the pain and spooned a scoop of turbid water from the bottom of the water tank. The man did not drink water and quenched his thirst, but used it to wash the horse's nose by waste. The two children of this family looked at him from a distance.

With a horse, his eyes are hot. Here, if there is an iron knife, it is easier to survive. As for having a good horse to ride, it is purely a luxury. It is better to have a backer, otherwise it is equivalent to the four big words "Kneel and beg for death" written on his face. When the knight with a young face but gray hair changed the gourd, he glanced at the two children, both looking at the knife. There was a child in Maguan for the clean dream of the world in his mind. The children here thought about how to kill people when they were killed. There was a world of difference between the two, but there was no right or wrong. Before he left, he took out a piece of silver with a large amount of money from his bulging bag and threw it out. The man caught the silver, bit it hard, and grinned at him, with no gratitude in his eyes.

Not long after, the man called the young and strong man in the village in the 20th year, carrying a wooden spear that every household could be less warm and was not left alone. He also had a strong woman and older children who were not willing to fall behind. He was aggressive and intercepted the wanderer who accidentally exposed the yellow and white things. He said that the interception was not accurate, because the guy stopped his horse not far from the village, as if he had been waiting for them. He rode alone, threw his money bag into the open space in front of him, and said in an authentic Beiliang accent: "Don't be afraid of death, if you have the ability, take it away."

In this case, no one dared to act rashly. The bag of silver is of course tempting, but the young ranger riding a sabre doesn't look like a short-lived person who is easily robbed. Seeing that they were not moving, the ranger grabbed the horse's belly and gently stepped on the ground, and headed to the bag of silver. At this moment, a wooden spear quickly flew out, and was stabbed directly by the sharp spear. The person who came out the spear was a tall and strong boy. The spear technique was fed by the boy with assassination of countless cunning gerbils. It was said that the head was stinging wherever they were, and the head was completely uttered. It was just that the wooden spear was sharp. Unfortunately, the ranger didn't know how to move, so he turned the tip of the spear and gently held the wooden spear.

Except for the ruthless boy who was at a loss, the other men and women took their spears and retreated to clear the line from the boy. The sword bandit pierced the money bag with the spear and rode their horses slowly towards the boy. The money bag was knitted tightly and fell into the middle of the wooden spear. The horse's hooves were not heavy, but they hit the refugees' hearts. The boy who was interested in wealth did not stand dead, but advanced instead of retreating, running wildly towards each person and horse, not running straight lines, like a snake twisting and slipping sand. The flexible boy skipped half a foot from the horse's head, twisted his toes, and turned and slammed hard to kill the side of the horse's abdomen. The ranger stretched out his hand casually, held the boy's head, threw it high, and pointed the spear tip straight to the boy's abdomen.

At this time, a wail came from behind the men and women. A thin girl staggered out of the human wall. The ranger frowned, and the spear drew half an arc in the air. The boy fell heavily and escaped the fate of being penetrated by his own wooden spear. He fell heavily, but shook his head and stood up to stand behind, protecting the little girl with a pale face and skinny face, staring at the ranger who was holding the wooden spear diagonally on the horse's back.

Ranger threw out a wooden spear and tilted into the yellow sand that was a few steps ahead of the boy and the girl. His eyes jumped over the boy's head and looked at the group of refugees and women. Then he pulled the reins and turned around and left.

The girl who was so skinny that she had no flesh to rot even with frostbite, sobbed and hugged the teenager who was dependent on each other. The boy who survived the disaster trembled with his hands and pulled out the heavy bag of money, pulled the heavy money bag on his hand, opened the knot, poured out a small piece of silver, and then handed the bag to the elders in the village to "dividing the spoils". It was not that the boy was poor, but that he didn't mention anything he had to take it alone. Even if he had to take it a little more, he would be beaten.

Time, the boy was surprised. None of the thirty men and women in the village came forward to take the money bag. The boy was not stupid, and remembered the glance before the Ranger left. It was obvious that the master of the martial arts worldly masters made these people dare not touch the money. The boy had lost his elders at home, and even though he had not read a book a day and learned a word, it also taught this world some human nature. He used the money to buy poorly dried meat and coarse grains from those people.

After squandering a bag of silver, the boy did not rush to return to the village, but handed the remaining small piece of silver to his sister, squatted down, let her ride on her neck, slowly stood up, and carried the wooden spear that almost cost him his life. The boy felt a little annoyed that the money bag was also taken away by someone. He looked at Qingcang City and could no longer see the ranger. The boy smiled and said with a bright smile: "Little grass root, it's silver."

The little girl clenched the broken silver tightly and put her chin on her brother's head and nodded hard.

The horseman entered the dilapidated Qingcang City before the access control. There is no such thing as Guandai here. It is the biggest Guandai. Who cares about your surname and your household registration? In this city, it is useless to be Zhang Julu and Zhang Shoufu, but it is the same as the emperor's son. I'm afraid that only the surname Xu of Beiliang can speak. After the golfer entered the city, he sat on the horse's back and looked around. It was indeed different from the cities under the jurisdiction of Beiliang. It had nothing to do with whether it was rich or poor. It was poor in collapsed Maguan, but pedestrians on the roads in collapsed Maguan and lived a stable and comfortable life. In fact, there were many rich men with brocade and silk on the streets in Qingcang City.

Zi showed up, but everyone was in danger. When they looked at each other, they were all wary. Moreover, there were few tourists who were alone, mostly in groups. Some gangsters who were squatting on the street were not as lazy as those of the Central Plains, giving people a feeling of being half-dead. At this moment, looking up at his group of people, they were all full of fierce lights. It seemed that even if he had figured out how much silver he could sell for his wealth, he also figured out whether he should have fought for this fortune. In such a dangerous place where everyone was jackal, if a scholar who was singing Feng and reciting the moon was thrown into the scene, he would probably have been killed by a knife on the spot.

The golfer looked up gently and saw the towering wolf smoke arrow tower in the city. Tens of thousands of refugees. For nearly twenty years, only four people fought for a bloody path and proclaimed themselves kings. Three of them occupied Fengxiang Linyao Qingcang and ruled themselves. The last "fairy king" established a sect that supported nearly ten thousand people between the two old military towns of Linyao Fengxiang. The one who held Qingcang was cut by the blunt knife of the Beiliang cavalry for many years. The weakest force was, but his temperament was also the most violent. His real name was Cai Junchen, and he was once in the Liyang position.

The unfamiliar swordsman in the world later made a fortune here and gave himself an inappropriate nickname. It was sour and long, and it was called the Thousand Shuang Wanshuang Pear Blossom Sword. Once a famous swordsman came, he would be "invited" by the Lord of Qing Cang to practice swordsmanship. Then those swordsmen were gone. Those swordsmanship became treasured toys for Cai Junchen. When encountering troubles, he liked to plant famous swords on women, called "a tree of pear blossoms". It can be seen that the city lord, who was respected by local refugees, was very elegant.

The ranger followed the wolf smoke arrow tower in his sight and went west. Cai Junchen's "Dragon King's Mansion" was in the west of the city. There was no way. Qingcang was closest to Beiliang in the east. Cai Junchen could run away faster when he abandoned the city. The Dragon King of Western Xia kept saying that one day he would lead his troops to the Qingliang Mountain. Who believes it? I'm afraid Cai Junchen himself would be the first to believe it.

The Dragon King's Mansion in Qingcang City includes the entire western city. According to the shape of the capital, it is also divided into the inner palace city outside the imperial city. The so-called imperial city walls are just red lacquered battlements that are more than two meters high. However, some palaces and pavilions in the city are really covered with bright yellow glazed tiles. They finally have the spirit of an emperor, and they are all destroyed by the arrow towers of different heights. Every time Qingcang rebels, the imperial city walls are easily turned over, and then these hedgehog-like arrow towers make contributions.

This kind of person who rises up and dies, only two or three hundred people, even less than some horse thieves in the refugee land. This horse was one hundred feet away from the gate of the imperial city, and cut off a team of leather-armored infantrymen at the blockade, holding a rare bright iron spear. The leader was a strong man with a sabre-like sword-armored man wearing an old Southern Tang style iron armor. After he caught the two swords of the brave guy, he couldn't move away from his hot eyes and laughed loudly: "There are thieves who trespassing the imperial city, and the men, kill them on the spot!"

More than twenty spear-holding soldiers rushed over in a flash, without any formation, but they were successful because of their agile body and extremely brave.

The captain suddenly shouted: "Wait!"

The infantry stopped their pace, and the man Tang Jia drew his sword, pointed at the ranger, and laughed: "Boy, the knife is a good knife. Before you die, tell me the name of your sword. Grabbing a famous sword is not as good as robbing a girl. The latter doesn't have to care about the name. I don't know how to pity the girls, but I am a man who cherishes the good knife."

The golfer was dressed in a veil dress like snow, and said with a smile: "One embroidered winter, and another one crossing the river."
Chapter completed!