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Among the six counties in Longxi, the Barbarian County was the most turbulent, because the trees were born and the mountains were towering, and the Chaos Mountains were even more gloomy. The local barbarians took advantage of their familiarity with the terrain and often came out to disperse the three counties in the border. The large and small forces among the barbarians were headed by the Jili in the Chaos Mountains. They had No. 10 people and were known as 150,000 to the public, which was a heart-wrenching problem for Wei Ying. The thirty-one army in his hands was stationed here, and 200,000 were stationed here.

In the secret room of the Prince of Wei’s Mansion, under the swaying lights, Wei Ying was discussing with Zhendaozi.

"If the prince wants to do something, this barbarian county is the most urgent task." Zhendaozi said analytically.

"I know this, otherwise I wouldn't have placed the 200,000 army here." Wei Ying said calmly.

"What should I do next?" Zhendaozi asked for advice.

"According to the original plan, we will destroy Geely first, then contact the Sun and Liu tribes, and finally point directly to the capital of Jin." Wei Ying's eyes showed a bit of expectation, but unfortunately the time has not come.

Zhendaozi nodded and agreed and left.

After Zhendaozi left, Wei Ying fell into deep thought. He vaguely thought of his beloved Ping'er. "Ten years have passed, and ten years have passed in the blink of an eye. When Ping'er left, Yan'er was only two years old, and now he is twelve years old." Thinking of Wei Ying's eyes showing murderous intent, his eyes were like a sword and blood-stricken throat.

"The blood must be paid back." The voice wandered in the secret room like a howling ghost.

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Inside the dry hot spring training ground.

explosive force!

Wei Yan shouted loudly and kicked a stubborn stone in the training ground. This kick was as easy as the autumn wind sweeping away the fallen leaves, but it seemed that Wei Yan was not satisfied. He looked around with his eyes sharply as if lightning had been taken.

According to the instructions in the master's book, Wei Yan had already made the wooden stake. The wooden stake was one meter above the ground and stood on the wooden stake to practice horse stance. This feeling was really different from being on the ground.

Wei Yan smiled and stared at the south with a sharp gaze.

Since watching the meteor shower that day, Wei Yan seems to be losing his fatigue. Of course he doesn't know the mystery, but he doesn't want to know it.

Wei Yan broke those upside-down sacks. As the Yellow Sea increased and the sacks grew, Wei Yan's hand strength became stronger and stronger, as if endless.

可, 可, 可...

Wei Yan dodged back and forth in the middle of the sandbag.

"Avoiding his mistakes" was taught by Cheng Qiong, and he still remembers it freshly.

Flash left, right, bend over...

In the gaps between the sandbags, Wei Yan kept changing his posture, just like he was dancing a street dance, and his movements were free and free, as he wanted.

Wei Yan has long been tired of practicing such a scene of "One against nine." Now the number of sandbags has increased to fifteen.

"Ha" Wei Yan shouted.

When fists and feet attack at the same time, the strength and speed are so strong that it is amazing.

Wei Yan seemed to have lost his mind, and his movements were getting faster and faster, like the waves, rising higher and higher than the waves.

The muffled sound of sandbags colliding spread throughout the entire valley of spring.

Wei Yan climbed the stone steps and trained him as if he was a child's play. Later, he forced himself to climb with a weight, from the original ten kilograms to the later thirty and forty...

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In the hall of King Wei.

Two strong men stood there, and their muscles and temperament were masters of martial arts at a glance.

"Liu Hai, why are you back Liu Yun?" Wei Ying asked after taking a sip of tea.

"Your Highness, the third prince no longer needs us to protect him secretly. Now his martial arts are almost the same as us."

After hearing this, Wei Ying said calmly: "You guys go down!"

"I'm going to leave!" As they said that, they bowed their bodies and left.

"Prince, if you don't let the third prince come back, you can help you." Zhendaozi asked.

"No, how many people can he stop among the thousands of troops? Unless he can reach the consecration period like Feng'erzhi'er." Wei Ying said with a torch.

"But the Third Prince cannot take the path of cultivation." Zhendaozi reminded.

"What you said is, I almost forgot. What he needs now is to train, to train in difficulties. Since he has such a high talent, let him fly as much as possible. When a bird grows up, he has to learn to fly and to face some things alone. Only in this way can he grow up."

"I understand." Zhendaozi nodded and replied.

"Oh, by the way. I'll give you a few days to celebrate Ping'er. I'll prepare for it." Wei Ying's expression frozen at this moment.

Zhendaozi nodded and left.

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Another year has passed, and Wei Yan is already thirteen years old at this time.

There have been too many things happening to Wei Yan this year. The first thing that was to blame was the departure of Wuqing Grandpa. Now he is just such a close friend, but he has left him.

Just when Wurong was dying, more than ten riders came, Wei Ying, Wei Feng, Wei Zhizhen Daozi and others came. Never came again. At this moment, looking at the stars in the sky, a trace of sadness flashed in Wei Yan's eyes.

"It would be great if I could be a star, so that I could often see my father, brother, and my merciless grandfather..." Wei Yan murmured.

A thirteen-year-old child has to endure such a blow, the father's neglect and grandfather's departure, is God destined to let him be a lonely person? If it were someone else, it would be fine, but Wei Yan is a persistent person. Once he decides something, he will never give up easily until he dies.

In the days after Wuqing left, Xiao Wei Yan lost his mind, as if he threw him into the air alone. His eyes were gone with the void or empty space. He was sad and cried, but no matter how sad his voice was, Wuqing could never hear it again.

He thought his father would spend more days with him, but who would have thought that only staying in Ruchun Valley for two days was too short for Wei Yan. Before he even walked out of the shadow, his father rode Youzun and left.

Because he has more important things to do.

Wuqing was buried in Ruchun Valley. The burial ceremony was very simple, as if he was afraid that outsiders would know about it.

Xiao Wei Yan didn't know much about the life of Wuqing Grandpa. He had asked Wuqing many times, but Wuqing always pushed him but refused to answer. But this matter became a mystery in Wei Yan's heart. It was not until a few years later that Wei Yan truly knew Wuqing's bumpy life...

The night gradually became deeper, and he was still alone there and quietly staring at the stars in the sky. The breeze blew on his cheeks and he trembled slightly.

With a long sigh, he went back to the house.
Chapter completed!