In the early spring of the 69th year of the Spring and Autumn Period, a storm storm the entire Jin State.
The peach blossoms are ten miles away, and the snow is mixed with it, which has a unique artistic conception.
Ten miles east of Jinyang City, Ye Junlin, Liang Bufan and Ning Kunlun and other military generals sent Wei Wuji out of the city. Ye Junlin led a horse with a fiery red body, with only a strand of white hair growing on his forehead. The horse was called "Fire Fire", which was Wei Wuji's mount, who accompanied Wei Wuji to fight for the Spring and Autumn Period for thirteen years.
Shili Pavilion.
Ye Junlin handed the reins to Wei Wuji, and Wei Wuji smiled at everyone without saying much.
"Everyone go back."
"Brother Wei." Ye Junlin seemed to want to say something, but when he said something, he swallowed it again.
Wei Wuji smiled and patted Ye Junlin's shoulder gently. As if he was thinking, Wei Wuji took out a mysterious skill from his arms. The green cover was about forty pages, and there were four small seal scripts written in a flying and phoenix.
Ye Junlin silently took it and held it in his hand.
Wei Wuji smiled and said in an orderly manner: "The King of Wei is selfless and handed over the "Breath-retaining Technique" and "The Secret Technique of Emperor Wu" to me for practice. Wuji has been feeling sorry for it. When he parted today, I don't know when he sees him again. Wuji has only such a mid-level mysterious skill in his hands. Although it is not as precious as the two "King of Wei", he is also the one that Wuji can do the best."
Ye Junlin will solemnly put "The Wind and Thunder" into his arms, and suddenly two lines of clear tears fell on his face. His throat was choked and he couldn't speak for a while.
Wei Wuji seemed to remember something again. The space ring on his finger shone slightly, and he took out a piece of silk. The silk was flowing like a flowing cloud and water, drawing dozens of sword skills. The sword skills were extremely powerful, and it was vaguely like seeing the sword energy gushing out.
"Walking with the 'King of Wei' for 9,000 miles, sleeping in the open all the way, but also seeing famous mountains and rivers. The artistic conception in my heart was surging. By chance, I realized this new sword technique, and the grade should be at the 'highest level of the earth'." Wei Wuji paused and continued: "If you meet a talented young man in the future, no matter what your background is, you will definitely help Wuji take an apprentice."
Ye Junlin took it carefully, and two lines of clear tears surged in his eyes.
Wei Wuji smiled, rode a horse, and slowly disappeared from everyone's sight.
Ye Junlin spread out the silk, and the sword energy soared into the sky. The silk roll had three powerful words written on it: "Nine Thousand Miles".
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It's mid-Spring in April.
Ye Junlin, who was in seclusion for a month, finally broke through to the "middle-level Xuanhuang", laughing and walking out of the "moonlight of the lotus pond".
The attendant presented a letter, which came from "Guyue City" three days ago. Ye Junlin opened the letter lightly and glanced at it a few hastily. The letter was written by Xuanyuan's national weapon, and the content was extremely simple. However, in just a few sentences, the general content was to ask Ye Junlin to "do a little favor".
Ye Junlin turned his head slightly, thinking about it. Xuanyuan Guoqi gave him the famous sword of his family to him, and he owed him a great favor. If he didn't go, it seemed a bit unreasonable.
Report to Fanjun, Fan Yueran thought carefully for a long time. Beside Fan Yueran, a thin middle-aged scholar sat with a haggard face, as if he was terminally ill.
The literati was named "Zhao Changling", the chief strategist of Jin State, assisting the king in the sky, with thousands of plans, never missing. He was able to plan and win a thousand miles away.
Zhao Changling nodded to Fanjun, as if he had agreed to something. Fanjun looked at Lao Wu who was doing nothing and was holding his feet, but Lao Wu did not object.
Fan Jun made up his mind and waved his hand to Ning Kunlun behind him. Ning Kunlun took the order and left.
Ye Junlin looked confused.
"June Lin, you should still remember the matter of Mount Tai Divine Sword?" Fan Jun asked.
"Remember." Ye Junlin nodded, as if he had remembered some unpleasant memories.
I went to Mount Tai to get a sword before, but encountered several Qingxiao strong men such as Ying Zheng, Ghost Venerable, Gao Jianli, etc., and almost returned to the west. Although I killed Ying Zheng in the tomb of Emperor Wu, Ye Junlin still had a knot in his heart.
"This time, you go to the 'Guyue City' to make an appointment. In addition, you will fight Mount Tai and retrieve the Divine Sword."
Ye Junlin nodded, without any fear in his heart. Now he is already different from the past. If he meets the "Ghost Venerable" again, although Ye Junlin is not sure to kill him in one battle, he still has the confidence to escape without hesitation.
"I have already told Kunlun, you can prepare it too."
After Fanjun finished speaking, Ye Junlin bowed to the three of them and left the "Three Jins World".
Fanjun looked at Zhao Changling with a little confusion on his face: "Is it really okay?"
Zhao Changling smiled and said nothing. Old Wu stopped his fingers that were snatching his feet and chuckled softly, "Don't worry, I'll go with him this time."
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The pear blossoms are blowing in the wind, and the spring is beautiful in the bright and bright.
On the first day of April, the character "Lin" was 100 "Lin" and led by Ning Kunlun and Ye Junlin, and walked out of Jinyang. Old Wu was still sitting in the carriage, enjoying the maid's comfortable pinching shoulders and boredly clamping her feet.
Liang Bufan did not follow him. He almost lost his life when he went to Mount Tai last time. This time, he would not go again even if he was beaten to death.
Ye Junlin did not force it, but just smiled softly, which was quite meaningful.
In fact, Liang Bufan was not afraid of death. It was just that during the month when Ye Junlin was in seclusion, he and Fan Wushuang slowly ignited the spark of love for no reason, and then the sparks turned into a prairie fire, and it was out of control.
Zhao Changling tried his best to match him, and Fan Yueran was happy to see him. The relationship between the two developed rapidly, and even reached the point of discussing marriage.
Ye Junlin looked at Liang Bufan who was hesitating and smiled knowingly: "It's all men, I understand."
Liang Bufan kept rubbing his hands, becoming shy for the first time, looking at Ye Junlin with a smile on his face, as if saying: "Just understand."
Ye Junlin patted Liang Bufan on the shoulder and said lightly: "Treat him well."
Ning Kunlun gave the order and the word "Lin" left after leaving.
Qi Jianxin stood in the Jinyang City Tower for a long time. He looked at Ye Junlin's figure and thoughtful.
"General, what should we do?" A man who looked like a captain asked respectfully on the side of Qi Jianxin.
"Send a message to Duan Weiyang and notify Gao Jianli by the way." Qi Jianxin waved his hand gently and signaled that the captain could retreat.
The captain took the order and left, and a murderous aura flashed through Qi Jianxin's eyes.
"Ye Junlin, if you can get the Divine Sword back and get out of your body, I will respect you as the king. If your life is gone, I can only say that you have not been the King of Jin."
Qi Jianling stood behind Qi Jianxin, and his heart was mixed. In the tomb of Emperor Wu, Ye Junlin's domineering aura, wit, and many rescues made him surrender to Ye Junlin in his heart.
But more than ten years of life have made him accustomed to obeying his brother. At this moment, his heart is extremely entangled.