Wuxia: I know a lot of martial arts

Chapter 236 Marquis of Nanqing, Lord of Luoshen Valley
On the plain tens of miles south of Yuncheng.

Under the night, there are endless tents for several miles.

Campfires are lit every few feet, lighting up the surrounding area.

The noise of soldiers, the neighing of chariots and horses, and the crackling of bonfires all demonstrate the strictness of the camp here.

A camp of the Chinese army had a strange atmosphere at this time.

A soldier knelt not far from the curtain, lowered his head, trembling.

Opposite him, in the middle of the tent, sat a middle-aged man in casual clothes.

The middle-aged man has a square face, about 40 years old, with sharp eyebrows, quite mighty.

But at this moment, he had tears in his eyes, trembling lips, and a look of grief and anger.

In his trembling hands, he held a long scroll of paper.

He had finished reading the words above, and his eyes were blurred, making his throat choked and choking.

"Shuai Wang! Please mourn!" The guard lowered his head, and his voice was very low, full of fear.

The note was sent by the soldiers, and it was a flying letter from their coach's home. He had read the content on it, and it really scared him.

Just because the content recorded above is too shocking - the only son left at home by the coach was killed!
That man named Chu is so daring, he even dared to kill the son of their coach!

The man in front of him is the Marquis of Nanqing who has achieved great fame in the army!

How dare someone touch his son?

The guards could already imagine how furious their coach would be, and how he would retaliate wildly.

That's right, this is the camp led by Nanqing Hou Wangyang.

As the leading general of Liangzhou, when he is free, he is not in Qingcheng, but listens to orders under the account of the governor of Liangzhou.

The governor of Liangzhou is in Yuncheng, and it is also his mission to lead the military and government of Liangzhou, and to line up troops to resist the barbarians in the south.

Marquis Nanqing commanded an army of [-] troops, and he arranged them to be tens of miles south of Yuncheng.

Less than two hundred miles to the south is the land of the barbarians.

When there is no war on weekdays, Nan Qinghou trains troops here; when there is a war, he can either retreat dozens of miles to defend Yuncheng, or march more than 100 miles in a hurry, go straight to the front line, and quickly throw himself into the battle with the barbarians.

He also knew that as a marquis, with tens of thousands of troops under his command, he could not be too free in many things.

This is also the reason why he left his son in Qingcheng - he had to keep his family in the hands of the imperial court.

However, he didn't expect that something would happen after staying here!

His son, the majestic Nanqing Hou Shizi, was broken into the mansion by an arrester, and his head was stabbed with a knife. His head was in a different place, and he died without a whole body!

boom!
After Nan Qinghou tore up the letter in his hand, he slammed the wooden table in front of him and fell to the ground with a thud.

Hearing the sound of the explosion, the guards trembled a few times, and kept saying, "My condolences to Commander Wang! Don't get angry and hurt your body!"

"Sorrow?" Wang Yang stood up, laughing loudly, the laughter was full of anger and sadness, and the tears in his eyes couldn't help streaming down his cheeks.

boom!
He kicked the broken table in front of him aside, stepped in front of the soldier in two steps, kicked him over with one kick, and roared in a hoarse voice: "My son died, you want me to mourn? My only My son is gone! I, Wang Yang, have no successor! Why do you make me sad?!"

"Wang Shuai!" The guard climbed up and hugged Wang Yang's leg, pleading endlessly, "Wang Shuai, you have to calm down!"

As Wang Shuai's personal soldier, he has followed him for many years, and the personal soldier understands his temperament better than anyone else.

After such a thing happened, Marquis Nan Qing would definitely not let it go, he was afraid that the other party would do something unmanageable on impulse.

After all, he is a marquis with a large army under him, so his influence is too great.

boom!
Wang Yang kicked the soldiers away again, his face was flushed, and he roared again and again: "Wang San! You are still not mine! My son was killed, please let me calm down? I will calm you down! Get up! Here you go!" I will gather 3000 troops! Go back to Qingcheng and avenge my son!"

After all, he has not completely lost his mind, and he did not say that he would bring back all the 3000 troops under his command, but only [-] troops.

However, 3000 people are also terrifying.

Wang San did not obey the order, but knelt and kowtowed to persuade: "Wang Shuai, we must avenge the revenge of the son! Wang San also wished to chop the murderer into pieces. But, Wang Shuai, there is no war on the front line now, you There is only the right to command troops, not the right to deploy troops. The 3000 troops moved without orders, and they still headed north from southern Xinjiang. We will mobilize troops to encircle and suppress them!"

"He dares!" Wang Yang's eyes were red, like an angry lion, "No one can stop me from avenging my son! That arrester named Chu, I will definitely kill him! No! I want to make his life worse than death." , I regret coming to this world! And those people in Qingcheng who are watching from the sidelines, I want them to be buried with me too!"

Wang San was terrified when he heard this, and he didn't dare to obey orders. He hugged Wang Yang's leg again and begged: "Wang Shuai, you are a military commander. It is a great crime for the barbarians to massacre common people or hundreds of officials for no reason! Wang San! Handsome, just kill and catch quickly, why do you need 3000 troops!"

Wang Yang wanted to kick him again, but the soldiers hugged his thigh tightly, and it was not good to really kill him. He couldn't break free for a while, so he couldn't help roaring: "Wang San! Let go!"

"I don't! Unless Wang Shuai promises me not to act impulsively!"

"you……"

"Wang Shuai, I'm begging you! Even if you don't think about yourself, please think about your brothers. If you really leave the barracks with you, it's like a rebellion. They will definitely die without a place to die."

These words made Wang Yang calm down a little, he took a deep breath, touched the tears on his face, his face twitched with pain.

"Wang San, tell me, what should I do?" Wang Yang was already in a state of disarray, completely out of control.

Wang San still tightly hugged Wang Yang's leg, and quickly said: "Master Hou has three hundred soldiers in the camp, and the soldiers can come and go with Master Hou at any time. As long as Master Hou gives an order, I will wait for three hundred Hundreds of soldiers can leave the camp now. In addition, you can immediately send someone to report to the governor of Yuncheng, saying that something happened to Lord Hou's family and you need to go back to deal with it immediately."

Wang Yang said unwillingly: "What role can 300 people play?"

Wang San asked back: "With Wang Shuai's martial arts, plus our [-] personal soldiers who can fight against ten with one, can't we avenge our son?"

Wang Yang said angrily: "How can killing a small policeman relieve my great hatred?"

This is what Wang San was afraid of, so he quickly persuaded him: "Wang Shuai, when you arrive in Qingcheng, play by ear!"

Wang Yang was silent for a while, shook his feet a few times, and said, "You let go!"

"Wang Shuai calm down?"

"Ok!"

Wang San slowly let go.

boom!
Wang Yang kicked him over and shouted: "If you're not dead, hurry up and gather three hundred soldiers, and follow me to fight back to Qingcheng overnight!"

"Yes! Wang Shuai!" The personal soldier Wang San got the order and rushed out of the tent on the spot.

In the tent, Wang Yang was left with tears streaming down his face.

After only being silent for a while, Wang Yang immediately took off his casual clothes, put on his armor, went to a shelf on the left side of the tent, and grabbed the long spear on it.

The body of the gun was red, and it shone coquettishly under the light.

The tip of the gun was even more bloodthirsty.

Holding the spear tightly, Wang Yang calmed down a lot, his face full of killing intent.

"Old man, you can open your mouth to drink blood again..." Wang Yang whispered, and when he raised his head again, his whole body was full of murderous aura, like a killing god who came out of purgatory, emitting a terrifying aura all over his body.

Bang!
He lifted the curtain and walked out.

In the dark night, the bonfire flickered, and there was the noise of people and horses galloping.

Boohoo!
There was a sound of hoofbeats.

Wang Yang took the lead, followed by hundreds of soldiers, rushing away under the dark night...

…………

It was just after Hai hour.

Luoshen Valley is located between Qingcheng and Yuncheng, and the night sky is full of stars, which all show the splendor and psychedelic of summer night.

Squeak!

Luo Changying pushed open the door of the master bedroom in a courtyard, and walked in.

Inside the house, the lights were dim, and in the dark night, there was a corner of a person sitting on the ground.

He leaned against the wall, silently, with long hair hanging down his forehead, looking so lonely.

Upon closer inspection, his left hand was drooping on the ground, but his right hand was empty, with only his long sleeve hanging down.

It was Xu Lingfeng who had lost an arm.

More than 20 days ago, he returned to Luoshen Valley.

There is a genius doctor in Luoshen Valley, who quickly cured his body in sevens and eighties, and pulled him back from the gate of hell; scabs began to form on the severed arm, and it will heal in time.

However, there was nothing wrong with his body, but his spirit was sluggish.

To be exact, these days, he is like a walking dead, lifeless!

No matter who came to persuade him, he couldn't cheer up his spirit, including his master Luo Changying, and he couldn't revive him.

Originally, Luo Changying was also very dissatisfied with his desperate state, so she ignored him these few days, and it was all out of sight.

Now, he walked into Xu Lingfeng's room overnight.

Standing in the middle of the room, Luo Changying silently looked at the disciple sitting alone in the corner, without speaking for a long time.

After a while, Luo Changying's dry voice suddenly sounded: "Ling Feng, the owner of the valley just now went to find the teacher, and explained that starting tomorrow, our Luoshen Valley will send troops to Qingcheng to kill Chu Tang."

Xu Lingfeng, who was not moving at first, slowly raised his head when he heard the last sentence, revealing his confused eyes.

Luo Changying repeated what she said just now.

After Xu Lingfeng listened, his eyeballs rolled, and he was a little confused in confusion.

Looking at his master's deep eyes, Xu Lingfeng slowly opened his mouth and asked in a hoarse tone: "Killing Chutang? For me...it's not worth it!"

No matter how decadent he is, he also knows that the grievances between Chu Tang and him should not involve the entire Lost God Valley.

Chu Tang had conflicts with them, more so with Luo Changying's lineage.

Luo Changying looked at Xu Lingfeng with emotion, and said lightly: "It's not for you, nor for me, but Gu wants to kill him."

"Gu master?" Xu Lingfeng was still a little dazed, "Why would the valley master order to kill a small catcher?"

"Because Chu Tang did another big thing today, and he poked a hole in the sky! It's worse than killing your junior brother and hurting you!"

Xu Lingfeng sat up slightly, and asked, "Even Master, you think it's a big deal?"

"He killed Nanqing Hou Shizi." Luo Changying said bluntly.

Xu Lingfeng was taken aback for a moment.

He had heard of Nan Qinghou's prestige, and he also knew the other party's ability.

He chuckled, and his dry voice raised his tone: "You really deserve to be Chu Tang! You're kind! But, why would he kill Prince Nanqing?"

"It is said that it is for a few people..." Luo Changying slowly told the information she got today.

Xu Lingfeng was silent when he heard it, and he sighed after a while: "He is more of a Jianghu than a Jianghu!"

"So!" Luo Changying stabbed Xu Lingfeng, "Nanqing Hou Shizi will kill you if he says so, let alone cut off your arm?"

As soon as the arm was mentioned, Xu Lingfeng's momentum dropped sharply, and he fell silent again.

Luo Changying was furious, and said: "He is a fast catcher, younger than you, and his realm is not higher than you. For righteousness, he can disregard his own safety and put life and death aside! As for you, you just lost an arm, and you are dying. Yes, aren't you ashamed?"

Xu Lingfeng raised his head abruptly, stared at Luo Changying, and asked, "Master, is he your apprentice, or am I your apprentice?"

Luo Changying sneered: "If you go on like this, I might as well not have you as an apprentice! I, Luo Changying, have only three of your apprentices in my life, and now one is dead and the other is useless. According to your appearance, wouldn't I be suicidal?"

"master……"

"Don't call me master! I gave you more than 20 days to adjust, but you are still half dead, and I have lost all my old face! Instead of returning to the valley to make people laugh, you might as well die in battle that day. Forget it on the Moon Tower!"

Xu Lingfeng's breath was stagnant, and he looked at his master in disbelief.

He knew that his master was really angry, the kind of anger he had never seen before.

This kind of anger was not because he lost an arm in defeat, but because of his decadent disappointment.

"Master, I..." Xu Lingfeng's throat was itchy, blocked, and he couldn't speak.

Luo Changying glanced at him and said, "If it's because you can't face Chu Tang, then I hope that after we kill him, you can wash away your demons and stand up again."

"No!" Xu Lingfeng was in a hurry, "I want to defeat him by myself, you can't..."

"Why do you beat him?" Luo Changying sneered, "You don't even have the hand to wield a sword."

"I can practice left-handed sword..." Xu Lingfeng lowered his voice, "Master, didn't you say that you have left-handed swordsmanship before? I...I want to practice!"

In the dark, the corners of Luo Changying's mouth raised slightly, and she asked calmly, "Do you really want to learn?"

"Learn!" Xu Lingfeng slowly stood up from the ground, his expression was still haggard, but his eyes became firmer.

Luo Changying added: "Even if you start learning now, if you want to restore your previous fighting strength, it will be several years later."

"Master, I'm still young, aren't I?"

"Then...you can come to my place to learn sword again tomorrow." After speaking, Luo Changying turned around, wanting to leave.

Xu Lingfeng stopped him: "Master, can Chu Tang...can you leave it to me?"

"No."

"Why? I even..."

"As I said just now, it has nothing to do with you! Gu wants to kill him!"

"Why, Master Gu..." Suddenly, Xu Lingfeng froze his body, showing an incredulous expression.

Nanqing Hou Shizi... Nanqing Hou Wang Yang... Valley Lord!
Xu Lingfeng became short of breath, and asked in disbelief: "Master, there are rumors in the world that Wang Yang, the Marquis of Nanqing, has something to do with our Luoshen Valley. Could it be... the owner of the valley?"

Luo Changying came back to her senses, looked at Xu Lingfeng complicatedly, and nodded slowly: "Yes, Wang Yang and our Guzhu are brothers and sisters of the same mother."

"Sister...brother?" Xu Lingfeng showed an ugly smile.

Luo Changying seemed to show memories, and said: "That happened many years ago. Guzhu's family suffered an accident, and the family was broken up. Guzhu joined our Luoshen Valley by chance and got the inheritance of Luoshen Valley." But Wang Yang lived in the rivers and lakes, and was only found by Gu Zhu many years later. The rumors in the rivers and lakes are true, Wang Yang's marksmanship is that of our Bishop Gu, and it can be said to be a simplified version of the Luoshen marksmanship."

"No wonder! No wonder!" Xu Lingfeng murmured.

Luo Changying added: "That is to say, Wang Yang is the only family member of Guzhu in this world, and Wang Yang's son is Guzhu's nephew. Chu Tang killed him, almost extinct from Guzhu's younger brother. You said, Gu wanted to kill him, shouldn’t he?”

Xu Lingfeng asked: "Master, who will Master Gu send to kill Chu Tang?"

Luo Changying shook her head and said, "It's beyond my control. But I think there must be someone stronger than you, or more than one person."

Xu Lingfeng laughed extremely bitterly.

Luo Changying took a deep look at him, and said, "Ling Feng, you can practice left-handed sword for another ten years. After this setback, I think you will practice harder and gain more experience. After ten years, you will raise your head and compete with the swordsmen all over the world." !"

Xu Lingfeng nodded first, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Master, can you please send people from Qingcheng to inform Chu Tang that we are going to hunt him down in Luoshengu, let him run away!"

Luo Changying was surprised: "What the hell kind of idea is this?"

Xu Lingfeng said despondently: "The son of the Marquis of Nanqing deserves to die. Chu Tang killed him, and it is right for the Marquis of Nanqing to seek revenge from him. However, he... shouldn't just die at the hands of our Luoshengu people." .”

Luo Changying smiled: "You don't want Chu Tang to escape, so that you can challenge again in the future, right?"

"It's the best!" Xu Lingfeng said in a low voice.

Luo Changying laughed loudly, walked out of the room quickly, and then his voice came melodiously: "That's as you wish! Ling Feng, you are fine! Really fine!"

Under the night, Xu Lingfeng smiled silently.

(End of this chapter)