Ten miles away from Luoyang City, Guanhua Town.

"Young master is fine, it's so good." The woman in white sat at a tea stall and finished reading a letter, looking up at the woman in lotus clothes sitting opposite her.

"It's pretty good." Xiao Xianyun nodded, holding the Xianyun sword and cutting the apple.

"Hmm?" Fei Caiyun had never seen apples with a knife, and had never seen ones with a sword. She couldn't help but get interested and looked over.

I saw that her sword opened and closed, but it only acted on the apple, which was extremely narrow. Soon, she fell on the table with her flesh.

"Your aura of peeling apples is really scary." Fei Caiyun smiled, raised her glass to take a sip of hot tea.

"It's a sword technique." Xiao Xianyun handed the peeled apple to Fei Caiyun, then put the peel of a large piece of flesh on the table in his palm, causing an orange cat to jump up, "Persian Dubai Sword Technique."

Fei Caiyun took a bite of the apple, "Look at your sword, it is indeed used to cut fruits. But it really costs a bit of flesh."

"Yes." Xiao Xianyun smiled, "It should be hard for you to imagine that this is the sword technique created by Luo Feiyu."

"It's Mr. Luo." Fei Caiyun laughed, but she couldn't laugh soon. Five months ago, the teenagers stepped into Liuyue Villa side by side, and everyone else got what they wanted, but Luo Feiyu only ended up with a heartbreaking ending.

As they walked along the way, they often heard Luo Feiyu's name from other people.

But it is not a prominent reputation, but a laughing stock. The fearlessness is nicknamed the courage of a common man who draws his sword.

"Actually, before I left home, I often heard my father talk about that unknown past." Xiao Xianyun touched the orange cat on his leg, "The past of the celestial guest and the sword ancestor is indeed as Luo Feiyu said."

"Since Mr. Luo's words are not false, the truth will always be revealed to the world." Concubine Caiyun sighed softly.

"It's a pity that we can't help much now." Xiao Xianyun took out a booklet from her arms, which recorded the chivalrous things she had done in the Gusu area as a female hero Xianyun. She looked for a long time, then looked in the direction of Luoyang City.

At this time, a long bell sound came from Luoyang City ten miles away.

"Luoyang has been closed for four months. At this moment, the hour is coming. Should I open the city gate?" Fei Caiyun said happily.

"No." Xiao Xianyun put down the orange cat, stood up and walked into the bleak cold wind, "It's a death knell."

In the winter of the 21st year of Wanzhao, Emperor Cheng of Wan, who was already ill, suddenly passed away. Because the second prince Ling Peng became more and more immigrant of the Lin'an Library, the third prince Ling Huaifeng died in a battle in Gusu, and the whereabouts of the fourth prince were unknown. The eldest prince Ling Aoyang was the governor of Liangyang before, so he naturally ascended the throne.

What's bizarrely is that just one day after Emperor Cheng of Wan entered the coffin, the national master Kong Zhuquan was confirmed to be accused of chaotic politics by the death of the previous emperor and executed on the same day. However, logically speaking, the one who was charged with this crime should have been slaughtered, but his grandson Kong Wenliang survived the storm and became the national master for him.

The youngest national teacher in the history of Liangyang State.

After the national mourning lasted for one month, the next year, that is, the first year of Mingyang. Before the ministers in the court could even wonder why the national master died so strangely, they were disturbed by the sudden turmoil.

Due to the unstable foundation of Liangyang, the vassal kings in various places rose up to rebel.

The commander of the Jinwu Palace, Meng Qingyun, wrote a letter to Emperor Jingyang, took the lead in sending troops to the north where the most densely conferred kings.

To the west, there were the Western Barbarians and the rioters of Xizhou, all kinds of alien races, and even the Yong Qin Kingdom and Xuanyun Kingdom, which had long been destroyed by Liangyang, showed signs of restoration. Emperor Jingyang hurriedly summoned the major generals in the west to suppress them.

Chang'an City.

Gongsun Shilan, who was sitting on the top of the city, had not noticed the danger. She shook her legs and looked into the distance with an umbrella.

Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves sounded. Gongsun Shilan lowered her head, but found that No. 500 people in Anchengying had stepped out of the city. The woman in the lead was wearing an iron mask and carrying five spears. She jumped off the head of the city and said in surprise at the man: "Sister Shan, are you?"

"Important letter to the imperial city." Meng Daishan pulled up his mask and stood up with his horse.

"Is it going to fight?" Gongsun Shilan put away her umbrella, her words full of worry.

"Yes, every time the new emperor ascends the throne, there will be no peace in the entire Liangyang." Meng Daishan smiled bitterly and looked at the sky to the west.

"Didn't you say that what you are asking for is just a city management company in Chang'an City and then gang up on the annual bonus?" Gongsun Shilan joked.

"I think so right. Because in this city, there are my family, my younger sister who is not as strong as the one in the weak, and my old and weak grandmother. The only source of income for the whole family is me. But today, if I don't go to the war, how can I give them a peaceful life?" Meng Daishan took a spear and put it on his shoulder, "So, I have to go to the war."

"I'll go with you." Gongsun Shilan said firmly.

"It's so cold, please go back to the sword building earlier." Meng Daishan shook his head gently, "Chang'an City cannot be without you at this moment. I hope you can protect this city and my family."

Gongsun Shilian sighed lightly, drew her sword and danced.

"With Gongsun Jianwu seeing him off, he will definitely return with victory." Meng Daishan smiled and rode his horse away.

Mountains and rivers are chaotic, and wars are rising.

However, there is one direction that has been ignored.

After half a month of progress, the situation was in crisis again.

It turned out that the north was just a cover, and the rebels jointly set up a bureau, which made the commander Meng Qingyun trapped in the hinterland, and the 100,000 troops could not escape.

Five vassal kings led their troops to the east, joined forces with the countries of Fusang in the East China Sea to declare war on Liangyang. In just three days, the defense line in the east collapsed and the army rushed towards the capital Luoyang. For a moment, fire was shining everywhere, and Liangyang had lost several heavy land.

"In the face of national crisis, Commander Meng has sent troops north. This strange wolf army that came from the east cannot stop it." In the imperial palace, Kong Wenliang shook his feather fan and looked at the military newspaper on the table and sighed.

"No, there is someone to stop it." Ling Aoyang, who was wearing a yellow robe, curled up the chin of a Yan Ji, and his eyes were sharp.

"who?"

"You'll find out soon."

At this time, under the Dingding Sect of Luoyang, a young man in armor rode a horse, holding a golden spear, and a short wooden spear around his waist, leading his army out of the city.

The war songs rush like crossing this entire river and mountain.

The young man looked up at the east, where there was a hot smoke, waiting for him to calm down.

He turned his horse's head suddenly and headed towards the battlefield resolutely.

"This is not only to restore the defense line and make peace in the world."

"It is even more so that I can become the commander of the Jinwu Mansion and gain military power. In that case, I can welcome you back here."

(The second article "Broken Willows in Junshan" is completed, please look forward to the third article "Famous Flower City")

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