The husband is actually time-traveling!

Chapter 73 Forbidden Books
Now, that young man with bright eyes no longer exists, leaving no bones left.

When Wanyanjing ordered Yushi to give Shi Piansheng a funeral, she didn't feel much.

When Huo Xiang fell into a coma, she was busy "struggling for power" during those days.

On the first seven days, when I went to watch the ceremony and the burial, there was only a little bit of unreal stillness, and even with a sliver of luck, Shi Piansheng might be some plan by Huo Xiang, playing a fake death.

But as time went by, this kind of luck became smaller and smaller, and people had to believe that that lonely tombstone was probably the home of General Qingfeng.

The situation was changing while her thoughts were whirling. When Wan Yanjing looked up again, the surrounding scene had changed into a battlefield full of smoke.

There was a chilling air everywhere among the stone mountains, and the air was strangely distorted and filled with colorful waves.

Holding a saber, Shi Piansheng was harvesting the heads of the enemy not far away. His originally handsome face was full of bloodthirsty hostility.

The war horse neighed, with the breath of death, and the sound of hooves shook the ground like thunder, making people terrified.

They stood proudly, with flying mane, and their iron hooves smashed the rocks under their feet, as if they wanted to step this piece of time and space into the dust.

Long hair was flying in the air, and shouts of killing came one after another. The soldiers waved their weapons, with ferocious expressions on their faces like the roar of the devil.

"Whoosh", the high-spirited Yushan flag was shot down by a sharp arrow emitting golden light. Wang Xiaolan held a huge iron bow and could see thousands of miles away.

As for herself, she passively followed the body's tireless charge, and countless lives returned to heaven and earth under the sword in her hand, and the burst blood spurted hot blood, burning Wanyan Jing's eyes.

Wan Yanjing stared at everything in front of her in a daze, her heart beating "thumping".

"Old Ancestor, Old Ancestor!"

The young warriors of Yushan lay dying in a pool of blood, and uttered their final mournful wailing towards the top of the cliff of Yushan.

The government army who blocked Huo Xiang with them was as vulnerable as tofu under the iron cavalry and Huo Xiang's sword.

However, the top of the cliff on Yushan Mountain seems to be two worlds from the bloody river below the mountain. The bloody wind below the mountain cannot blow the alpine snow lotus on the top of the cliff, and Yushan Mountain is closed and locked, always silent.

It was not the first time for Wan Yanjing to appreciate the scenery of the battlefield, but it was the first time to participate in such a close combat.

Many people died because of her, but it was the first time to kill someone with their own hands.

It felt so real, there was a thread in my mind that was tense, and it seemed that it would be disconnected in the next second.

The large expanse of red and the bloody hot blood caused dizziness and disgust that were difficult to resolve, and Wan Yanjing understood the cause and effect in a trance.

In the third year of Hongwen's reign, King Xuan marched to Yushan.

The Xia Dynasty's national teacher planned for more than two years, promising countless natural resources and treasures to the owner of Yushan Mountain, and joined forces with Chu and Qin's undercover agents, intending to turn Huo Xiang into a turtle in a urn and bury his bones in Yushan.

The layer-by-layer design, Tu Shanying, the number one player in Daxia, is an extremely important part.

Huo Xiang is a master-level warrior, and there are equally extraordinary masters such as Wang Xiaolan beside him.

With thousands of troops alone, it is difficult to keep the Grand Master status, but if Tu Shanying takes action, everything will be different.

Huo Xiang's response was a handwritten copy.

This manuscript first appeared at an inconspicuous street stall at the foot of Yushan Mountain. Under deliberate guidance, it arrived at the desk of Tu Shanying, the owner of Yushan Mountain, in just a few days.

Tu Shanying has stayed in the Grand Master's Great Perfection Realm for many years, and she is only one step away from stepping into the legendary Grand Master.

But this step is like a moat in Yushan, and it is as difficult as climbing to the sky.

If you want to practice this skill, you must first go to the palace.After getting the manuscript, the 200-year-old martial arts master thought for several days and killed himself, disregarding his old feelings, and separated his little brother who had been with him for more than [-] years.

No one knew what he was thinking, but something so outrageous happened like this.

Tu Shanying's bold attempt allowed him to step over the threshold of a great master in an instant, and glimpsed a corner of the pinnacle of martial arts, but soon after, his anger turned into chaos and he took a sharp turn for the worse.

Tu Shanying, who realized that he had been deceived, was both physically and mentally injured.

The bureau that the National Division had arranged for two years was ruined.

In the end, Huo Xiang took more than a thousand soldiers to break through Yushan Pass and successfully returned to Qin.

Not long after, several volumes of scriptures titled "Looking at the World" began to flow out from the Qin Kingdom. The fascinating descriptions and ups and downs of the plot soon became popular in various countries, and they were highly praised in the circle of literati, poets, and ladies of the boudoir .

The bookstore that published the scriptures made a lot of money.

People privately speculate that this book writer whose pen name is "Jin Yong" is a trumpet that everyone wears.

The reputation of the story book is even more popular because of the rumors that several masters of the rivers and lakes swung their swords from the palace after reading the book.

Anyone who is literate can't help but buy a copy for fun. What on earth is written? How can it have more special effects than the classics of Buddhism and Taoism?

From a certain day, "Looking Over the World" suddenly disappeared from the market.

It is forbidden to sell, privately print, mention...

This kind of situation is not uncommon, and there are many stories about this kind of treatment before, such as "The History of the Concubine's Love", "Pinhuaxichun", "Blowing the Lantern Treasure" and so on.

But "Looking at the World" is an exception, which has few eclectic descriptions.

In the fourth year of Hongwen, "Looking at the World" was officially listed as a banned book...
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Wanyanjing was woken up by a series of "quatting" and laughter.

All kinds of dreams, she was more tired than before going to bed, the bloody scenes of the war were constantly replaying in her mind, and the internal injuries repaired by the pills tended to aggravate.

She roughly arranged her clothes, pushed open the carriage door, and got out of the carriage with a pale face.

After sleeping all the way, it was almost dusk, and they stopped at an ordinary village passing by for rest.

Lao Xu and Er Gou didn't know where they went, leaving only Huo Xiang dangling in front of her eyes.

Huo Xiang was laughing and sitting in a circle with a few children, and a palm-sized white shadow stood on his shoulder, flapping its small wings and making "quack-quack" sounds from time to time.

"You lost, you lost, Xiaxia is mine!" Huo Xiang suddenly let out a series of "hehehe" laughter, and threw the wooden card in his hand on the ground.

The four or five boys and girls aged eight or nine who were fighting against him were remorseful and unwilling. One of the boys was accompanied by a five or six-year-old girl, who grabbed her brother's sleeve and burst into tears. .

"Brother, Xiaxia is gone..."

Huo Xiang grabbed the goose that was standing on his shoulder and held it in his palm, and walked away from them a few steps vigilantly.

"I'm willing to bet and admit defeat, no matter how much you cry, it's useless."

The little white goose kissed him very much, and rubbed its little head against his palm, making a crisp and lively "呢周" sound.

The little girl cried even harder.

Wan Yanjing: "..."

(End of this chapter)