——Let’s talk about the past.

Four years ago, Yan Qing took power with the help of many friends in Baiyun City. In just half a year, he launched the Battle of Shu Slaughtering the Twelve Cities. Since then, Yan Qing's infamy and intimidation have spread throughout the land of China, and at the same time he has revealed his ambitions!

The times create heroes, and generals produce generals in war!

In this war, Yan Qing was the decision-maker, Zhuge Sansheng was the planner, generals such as Shi Yong were the executors, and soldiers such as Song Zheng were the victims of the war frontline.

It may be a bit too awkward to understand, so in Yu'er's words: Yan Qing is the culprit, Zhuge Sansheng is the accomplice, Shi Yong and others are the executioners, and the soldiers of Song Zheng are stepping stones.

Song Zheng is not a stepping stone, he is a piece of gold that always shines! In the battle, he passed the hurdles and his bravery and Shenwu even came to Yan Qing's ears.

Yan Qing was arrogant at that time, so he didn't care about talent. This was why he felt guilty when he saw Song Zhengshi again.

Song Zheng's mind was very simple. He wanted to create a reputation for the Song family's Guan Dao through his own efforts. What's wrong with being a subordinate of Yan Qing? How could a king's blade be inferior to the clans of all aristocratic families in the world?

With the recommendation of Zhuge Sansheng, he finally obtained the qualification to be selected for quicksand.

--quicksand.

The sun sets in the long river, the bright moon ends with the end of the world. The sea is flowing against the flowing sand.

The killer organization has been secretly circulated since ancient times. The strategy of beheading the king before capturing thieves should be of great use, so assassins and killers are crucial.

The sword net founded by Gongsun Yu is the largest killer organization among the twelve cities. It is crisscrossed and crafted a giant net covering the world in the name of swords and swordsmen!

Behind the sword net is the cold and ruthless prisoner palace. The white clothes are better than the snowman, the frost falls into the sky, the heart is so touching, and the twelve people are green.

Furthermore, the largest killer organization in the world is the Singyi Tower. Singyi Tower is not for power but for money. Giving money, Singyi Tower comes, burning, killing, robbing and doing everything.

There will be shadows under the light, and the killer is hidden in this darkness. Although it is a way to live by licking blood on the edge of a knife, if you get money quickly, you don’t care about life and death. For them, there are only buying and selling and trading in this world, but their bet is only the same, that is life.

The prosperity and weakness of a city lies mostly in whether the person in power has extraordinary wisdom, and no matter how good the best strategy is, it must be passed on or even carried out. This task can only fall on the shoulders of the killer who is deep behind enemy lines.

What is the best trick? There is no doubt that life is worse than death and absolute killing! Therefore, there will definitely be a mysterious killer organization behind a powerful city.

Baiyun City flattened Shushan for a year and a half. After destroying Shu, it had the foundation consolidation and the guarantee of retreat. At the beginning of the next year, Yan Qing thought about cultivating his own assassination organization—

The sea is facing the current, gathering and dispersing quicksand.

He couldn't help but feel heartbroken when talking about this. He thought that he could attract heroes from all over the world with his fame, but the fact was not the case. His conceit slapped himself hard in the face.

I vaguely remember that year, only two people were recruited, one was thin, one was blown by the wind, one was fat, one was big and three thick, one was bitter, the other laughed constantly, the thin man was sticking a stick, the fat man held a big knife, one tall and one short... it was like a double act.

At that time, Yan Qing was so bitter that he was disheartened that he turned them away without even looking at them.

The fat man back then was Song Zheng. After he was rejected, he was randomly arranged to work at the inn, which took him two full years.

But no one knows that he will meet Yan Qingfengxue in two years, not only him, but also Bai Chengfeng and Nangong Shu, Qi Ming, Zhuge Sansheng, and even Wuque, who is also an opponent and a friend... This is the so-called love between Jianghu and Swordsman!

"Bang!" He put the tea cup in his hand heavily on the table!

Jiang Ying, who was standing beside her, was awakened by the sound. Perhaps Yan Qing had been thinking too long, so she took a nap in confusion.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?" she asked, rubbing her eyes.

"The time is here!" Yan Qing was ecstatic.

"When is it?" Jiang Ying naturally didn't understand. She wanted to pour tea for Yan Qing again, but when she saw the mess on the table, she said in surprise: "Brother, why don't you go and wipe the water marks away? The letters you thought about were all blurred!"

"Haha, no matter it, the word absurdity is useless!" Yan Qing pulled the written letter into a piece of waste paper and threw it away casually.

"Ah? Then have you been working in vain all night?" Jiang Ying hurriedly picked up the paper ball, but the letter paper was soaked in tea and kneaded, and the handwriting inside was so blurred that it was invisible.

Yan Qing held the pen confidently, and he wrote two big words on the letter paper one by one.

"Fresh sand?" Jiang Ying stretched out her head and looked at it. She thought it lightly but didn't understand. "Did your brother only put these two words into it for a night?"

"A word of money is worth a thousand yuan, let alone two words?" Yan Qing put the letter paper into the envelope, and he wrote four words on the envelope: "Zhuge Sansheng". After that, he put down his pen and took the teapot to press the letter.

After everything came, he sighed and stretched, stood up, put on his clothes and robe.

"Brother, are you going to deliver a letter?" Jiang Ying sorted out his clothes.

"I'm not a postman, why do you want me to deliver it?"

Jiang Ying suddenly turned red: "Does my brother want me to send me off?...I haven't walked away yet, so I can't even ride a horse..."

Yan Qing laughed and said, "Haha, the content in this letter is hard to buy, so of course you, Boss Song, will be relieved to give it to me personally."

"Hmm? Then I'll do it well to deliver the letter to Boss Song!" Jiang Ying said and wanted to pick it up, but Yan Qing found a robe from somewhere to cover it.

"Brother, you are..."

"The fat man will come to win the letter after he wakes up. Listen - he is still snoring now," Yan Qing said, and took the sword on the wall again. He was about to leave and pushed the door out. Of course, he was dragging Jiang Ying to walk together.

"Brother, where are you going to take me?" Jiang Ying took one step at a time, and she wanted to refuse but was unwilling to let go of Yan Qing's hand.

"Brother takes you to see the world outside."

"But--"

"What? Don't you want to?"

"Will!" Decisive.

"Then it's right!"

"But I haven't said goodbye to my second brother yet. Although my second brother is a little strict with me, but... but..." She didn't come out, but tears came out first.

"Oh, why are you crying again? You will be back in the future if you don't have a separation from life and death. And my brother promises you that you will definitely become a beautiful woman and come back..."

"real?"

“Cooked!”

"snort!"

...

While speaking, Jiang Ying was already carried by Yan Qing on the back of the horse, and then Yan Qing also turned over to the horse. He held Jiang Ying and pulled the reins, and only you could hear you whisper:

"Xiaoying, call me Brother Yan Qing, I will teach you how to ride a horse."

"Brother Yan Qing!"

It’s so sweet that Yan Qing is ridiculous or sad?

"Okay, you boo and drive the horse, call 'Haven!', and the horse will run by itself!"

"Really?"

"Yeah, give it a try."

"Hell...Huh, why doesn't the horse move?"

"If you shout louder, it won't hear it on the back of its ears!"

"Go!" Jiang Ying shouted at the top of her throat.

"Bang!" Yan Qing waved his horse—

"Neal..." The horse neighed, "Click!" He walked away in the wind and snow.

The trip to the northwest begins.
Chapter completed!