in the edge

Chapter 195 Where is the road
Among the mountains of Yanzhou, golden eagles circle.

The brave golden eagles have killed all the crows and are now killing the sparrows that dare to fly into the air. This is not for hunting, but just to look down on them. After all, they are the predators in the air. Top raptor.

Sparrows and other things dare to fly into the sky like them.

Only the top predators are worthy of soaring in the sky. This is a paradise only for the brave. As a brave, the most important thing is the courage to challenge the strong - just like the bird not far away, that is A guy who is much bigger than them. You must know that their size is huge even among golden eagles, but that bird is still bigger than them.

But after smelling the smell of blood, they still rushed forward, ready to give the guy with colorful feathers a hard blow, so that the pheasant would know who was the master of the sky.

But what greeted them was not sharp claws and sharp beaks.

But a large three-pronged spear.

"Where did you come from, you beast! Die for me!"

The three-pronged spear Sulu Ding swept across, and all the golden eagles that wanted to come up to peck at the flesh were swept away from the clouds.

And the golden-winged roc carrying the three-pronged spear couldn't help but feel a toothache when looking at those ridiculously large golden eagles.

"It's actually...forget it."

He stabbed his own golden eagle to death with his own hands, which made the Golden-winged Dapeng, or Prairie Khan, depressed for a while. Although according to his status, this kind of thing didn't matter. At worst, another batch would be replaced, but the thought of After his previous experiences and the wounds on his body, this little annoying thing now seemed even more glaring.

No one has a good temper after a defeat, especially such a big defeat.

But in the end, he still tried hard to suppress his anger. After all, there was no point in getting angry over this kind of thing. What's more, before taking action this time, he had already been prepared for failure - victory or defeat is a common thing for a military strategist, and winning is the kind of thing that lasts a lifetime. It doesn't exist, not to mention that the opponent he wants to challenge is a stronger opponent than him, so there is even less chance of victory.

But he finally went to face the almost invincible enemy.

Having a powerful enemy isn't actually such a bad thing after all.

The weak will fear the enemy, and the enemy is fear to them. After all, they are as weak as rabbits on the ground, and all they can do is run away.Warriors will break through this layer of fear. The enemy is their opponent and sparring partner. They will become more mature and stronger under the pressure of the enemy.

But when someone like him reaches a level where he can be called a powerful person, the enemy is a rare treasure.

After all, as he gets stronger and stronger, there are fewer and fewer targets that he can call enemies, which means that it is becoming more and more difficult for him to learn experience from real battles - of course, he can also Find a group of opponents who are not as good as him to practice with, but that will only maintain his level and will not make him improve at all.

Although evil spirits can be accumulated by quantity, combat experience cannot be accumulated by quantity.If a lion only kills rabbits, even if it kills [-] rabbits, it will only become a master of killing rabbits. This understanding of rabbits is not enough to support the lion to fight with beasts of the same level.

Therefore, you must fight against enemies of the same level or even far more powerful than yourself.

Of course, this is a risky thing, but risk often also means reward, not to mention that it is not just a question of reward and risk, but that the other party is really stuck on the path he must take - although he himself also wants to follow the steps. He arranged his troops in formation and played a serious game with Nanchen, but obviously, in this hellish world, if he didn't snipe and kill Nananchen's top master first, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to play this war game. From the beginning, all his soldiers will be slaughtered.

Yes, war games, this is his ultimate goal.

He doesn't like fighting with life and death, not at all. Beating each other like two monkeys is undoubtedly the most stupid behavior.He is not a monkey, he is a Khan. What he wants is to arrange troops and attack and kill with the army. The heaven and earth are the chessboard and everything is the chess piece. This is what he, the Khan, should do.

That's where his happiness lies, that's the source of his fun.

A truly strong man should raise troops to conquer the world, instead of being like a monkey who only knows how to fight for life and death for trivial matters.

"But to do all this...you need strength."

Prairie Khan narrowed his eyes.

This is what gives him the biggest toothache. If he wants to realize his ambition to dominate the world, he must first become a powerful monkey - just because if he only relies on soldiers, this war game cannot be carried out at all. If he goes on, even if his army can dominate all directions, some stupid but powerful monkeys will not play chess with him at all, but will directly overturn his chessboard and smash his table.

"Just like those monsters."

Looking at the wounds on his body that had not yet completely healed, Prairie Khan sighed.

It's not that he thinks that such a monster is completely invincible. It's just a matter of thinking of ways to improve his strength. But the question is what's the point of such a battle?This is not what he wants. He has never thought about charging into battle, let alone fighting people to death like a monkey. If this continues, what is the point?

"Then you have to become stronger."

Touching the laceration on his shoulder with one hand, the twisted flesh buds were reconnected, which made Prairie Khan sweat slightly on his forehead.

"You have to be stronger, you have to be stronger. Only by becoming stronger can you kill those monkeys who flipped the table and press their heads into the chessboard."

With this thought in mind, Prairie Khan, who had taken care of his injuries, dived all the way and flew towards the distant march tent.

When he landed on the ground, the figure of the golden-winged roc changed back to a generous and fat appearance, which also made the leaders in the big tent respect him even more - just look at the soaring roc. With his heroic appearance in the sky, who can say that this Khan is not a real god?

It's just that this god's face looks a bit...

"I am fine."

Taking the robe handed over by the guards and putting it on his body, Prairie Khan waved his hand in the south direction.

"Keep going."

He only lost once. As long as he is allowed to rest for a while and digest the experience gained in this battle, he will not lose a second time.

"Do it again, this time I must press the monkey's head on the table."

Thinking like this, the pale grassland Khan secretly clenched his fists
But what he didn't know was that behind him, out of his sight, the way the leaders looked at him had become subtle.

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In the Jinluan Hall in the capital of Jiankang, hundreds of civil and military officials lined up on both sides, looking at the young emperor in the court.

If the previous emperor only had a young appearance, then the current emperor is really too young - the figure in the small dragon robe is really too young. It can only be said that he has just learned to walk. The young figure is sitting on the set for the giant. On top of the huge throne, he seemed to be getting smaller and smaller, which even made the courtiers present feel a little dazed.

The imperial mausoleum has been destroyed, the emperor also died in that disaster, and the descendants left by the emperor are so young.

Can this kind of Chen Dynasty really continue?
Such a young emperor...

"quiet!"

Seeing the civil and military officials actually starting to whisper to each other, the old eunuch standing beside the young emperor couldn't help shouting, hoping that the civil and military officials of the dynasty could give the young emperor some basic respect.

Perhaps this cry was of some use, at least the courtiers no longer whispered to each other, but just because they didn't say it didn't mean they didn't think about it in their hearts - they were already trying very hard, trying to find some sense of loyalty to the king. But no matter how hard they tried, what lingered in their minds was still the scene of the Grand Master riding in the Golden Palace.

But now, the grand master has disappeared, the young and fatuous emperor has also died in an inexplicable disaster that is not easy to explain, and now the new emperor... this can no longer be said to be... He's so stupid that he clearly hasn't even learned to walk yet.

There was too much information and too much confusion. The courtiers themselves didn’t even know what they were thinking about right now.

They only knew that some unspeakable thoughts were growing in their hearts.

Maybe one day, these thoughts will give birth to something, who knows.

But no matter what, things still have to be done. The new emperor will face far more troubles than the previous emperor when he succeeds to the throne.

The first is the internal rebels. Although the previous usurper Prime Minister Jia Wen also sent people to eliminate the rebels when he was still the prime minister, with the death of Jia Wen, those rebels became active again—— The main reason is that even when Jia Wen usurped the throne, he did not seriously clean up the rebels. After all, this kind of work still takes some time.

After Jia Wen's death, the previous emperor died not long after, and these unruly rebels once again raised a banner, and this time, even the remnants loyal to Jia Wen also participated.

It's still the smallest thing.

If there are internal worries, there will naturally be external ones, and the biggest external ones right now are naturally the grassland people in the north.Although the previous emperor was fatuous, he at least showed some resistance, but now this emperor...does he really know how to pronounce the word resistance?

Of course, if it were in the past, it would not matter even if the emperor really didn't care. It would not be impossible for the grassland people to fight south. After all, everyone has the final trump card, and this matter is still within the scope of everyone's acceptance.

But what comes next is the real big deal.

That is, everyone's trump card is gone.

In the past, although the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty also said that they would send troops to fight against the grassland people, in fact they all knew that even if the grassland people fought all the way, and even came to build the capital of Kang, as long as those aristocratic families took out their ancestral guardians, The divine soldiers of the country, let those secretly trained masters go into battle with their troops, then everything will be fine.

But now, there is nothing.

There are no more masters, and there are no more divine soldiers to protect the country. The disaster that happened in the imperial mausoleum not only took away the previous emperor, but also took away all the divine soldiers to protect the country, and those who were specially adapted to adapt to the divine soldiers to protect the country. The masters who have been trained - this is the biggest problem at the moment, and it is a far more serious problem than those rebels and foreign enemies.

When the Divine Soldiers were still there, all the troubles were just minor troubles, but now that the Divine Soldiers are gone, the minor quarrels in the past have turned into serious troubles now.

Even, even enough...

"We have to make plans in advance."

At this moment, the courtiers had different thoughts, but they all had the same idea.

Plans must be made early. As for what plans to make, this differs from person to person - but no matter how different they are, everyone's ideas are basically pointing in the same direction.

That is, to master the power.

In the face of real power, tactics and status are too powerless. No matter what the princes of the past, they could not stop the madman from riding on the golden palace - and after the horse stepped on the golden palace, the madman stepped on the golden palace. Not only was the disciple not punished, but he was directly promoted from a rebel traitor to the Grand Master and enjoyed all the honors.

Who dares to object?Who can object?So what if we object?That madman didn't even need soldiers and horses, he could kill them all by himself.

This is the real right that goes straight to the essence.

That is, the power of life and death.

"I need to become stronger..."

Whenever they think of that day, these courtiers feel sad.

The grand master was indeed uneducated, but these pampered courtiers did learn something.

"I need to become stronger..."

Looking at the civil and military officials who lowered their heads to cover their sight, the old eunuch standing next to the dragon chair was worried.

"Your Majesty, you must become stronger..."

Even for the sake of Chen's country and the country, His Majesty the Emperor must become stronger.

"Become stronger."

The young emperor tried to repeat the difficult words even though he did not yet know what they meant.

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Yizhou, old military camp.The sword blade sliced ​​through the air again and again, causing screams one after another. Just listening to the shrill sound of the wind, one can already appreciate the sharpness and mastery of this swordsmanship - but if someone saw the sword swing with their own eyes, Only when you see the scene, you will know that this swordsmanship is far from being described by the word "brilliant".

Just because, what made this movement was just a broken sword.

A broken sword, but it swung out the wind-breaking sound that can only be swung by a complete long sword. This is not so much clever as it is a ghost. God knows how it was done. I am afraid that even the storyteller in the teahouse is not able to do it. If you dare to open your mouth, just talk nonsense like this.

However, it is a pity that not everyone can appreciate the mastery of this sword intention.

For example, the fellow from Jibei who is opening the window right now.

"Cui, are you finished? Every day before the rooster crows, you crow first, and you don't let anyone sleep!"

"I'm just here to become stronger."

While he was talking, the swordsman named Cui Yuan was still swinging the broken sword accurately.

"There are still two thousand swords left. Today's four thousand swords will be..."

"No one cares whether you become a wall or a beam, but can you stop standing under other people's windows? Others won't sleep if you don't sleep. Can you die if you practice in your own room?"

"..."

Cui Yuan was speechless for a long time and could only walk away while waving his sword.

Along the way, there was a lot of curses.

Nowadays, everyone is willing to raise a few chickens at home. On the one hand, the hens can lay eggs, and on the other hand, the roosters can announce the dawn - but the folks in Jibei who live in the old barracks do not need to raise roosters. Just because Cui Yuan gets up earlier than the chickens every day.

"It's a good thing for young people to practice hard."

Old man Yang Xuanyang was also woken up, but he didn't take it seriously - as for the reason, of course, on the one hand, it was because the old man was old and his legs were broken, so he just sat down every day and didn't need to go to bed. Work earns food and drink, but on the other hand, he really agrees with Cui Yuan's self-discipline.

You really have to become stronger. How can you be powerful if you don’t become stronger?

If you don’t get stronger, why should you follow the dragon?
"Get up! Get up!"

After Cui Yuan walked all the way with his sword, Old Yang also climbed into the wheelchair, rocked the wheelchair all the way, and called out all the Yang family's children to strengthen their bodies.

This also made Cui Yuan, who was practicing his sword, nod repeatedly.

Yes, the day's plan starts in the morning. There is nothing wrong with practicing more in the morning. As long as you practice more, you can always become stronger.

Just like him, he used to wield three thousand swords every day, but now he has progressed to swinging four thousand swords every day. This is the result of practice and the power brought by more practice.

“Does more practice really bring strength?”

The person who came to Cui Yuan this time was Jiang Wenyuan, the commander of the raiding brigade. Of course, now, this title may have to be added with a prefix. After all, the entire Yizhou is now out of the control of the Jiankang court, so the arrester trapped here By robbing people, they naturally lose their organization.

But losing the organization does not mean losing the structure, let alone losing responsibilities.

Even if the imperial court's orders can no longer reach Yizhou, there is still someone to maintain the security of the city. In addition, Du Chengfeng has occupied Yizhou and does nothing. Rounding this up, Jiang Wenyuan's scope of work is actually not much. Changes - If there are any changes, it is that everyone's salary has been stuck for a while.

But after Liu Bolun came up with the idea to steal the property of Qian Jin, the former Yizhou military commander, and use it as funds, the salaries of the predators increased a lot.

It is said that the poor are rich in culture and the rich in military affairs. After having money on hand, improvement of strength is also put on the agenda - although the predators have always used various props to assist in arresting the murderers, but that is not the case. A method under a method.If you really have the strength to take down the murderer head-on, who needs to use props?
What's more, the murderers are getting stronger and stronger.

Perhaps it's because the world is getting worse and worse, and those madmen with evil spirits have become more and more tyrannical.In the past half a year, there might not be a murder case, but now those evil lunatics who have killed people can even fight against predators - it is obvious that this is the power of innocent human lives, and Or many innocent lives.

"So, please guide me!"

Jiang Wenyuan, who was holding an iron ruler, bowed to Cui Yuan.

This is already the most capable person he can find right now.

"Guide...you?"

Cui Yuan was still waving the sword in his hand, but Cui Yuan's meaning was already a little blurry.

You must know that he has always been learning from others, from the master, from Mr. Du, and even from all his opponents and enemies. He is not strong enough, so he still has to learn. He is not strong enough, so he still has to learn. To practice.

But now, he has actually reached the point where he can teach others?
"Under..."

Cui Yuan wanted to refuse, but looking at Jiang Wenyuan's eyes, he couldn't say this refusal.

He inexplicably thought of his master.

Back then, he wanted to continue studying with his master, but the master rejected him and only allowed him to be called "teacher" - if he was not allowed to continue to follow, it could also be said that it was for his safety, then the change of this title, But it was an obvious rejection.

He actually understood many things, but after all, it was his master who raised him single-handedly, so he didn't want to overthink it.

And now, facing the diligent and enterprising Jiang Wenyuan, does he really want to say that rejection?

"I'll... okay."

Cui Yuan sighed.

"Then I'll be brave enough to give some advice to Brigadier Jiang, but don't treat him like a master and a disciple."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Cui Yuan himself was stunned.

It was this moment of confusion that caused him to swing the sword half a beat slower, and the next time he swung the sword, the angle was naturally skewed - so the sword energy flowing out naturally tore open the sword next to him. The courtyard wall also smashed two wine jars.

This startled Liu Bolun and Li Carpenter, who were sleeping against the wine jar, to wake them up on the spot.

"Can't you go back and practice?"

Even though he had a deep sense of self-cultivation, Liu Bolun was so angry that he started to curse.

"Don't you know this thing is dangerous? Don't you know you almost killed me just now?"

"I'm... I'm really sorry."

Cui Yuan knew he was in the wrong and couldn't say anything to defend himself.

"I'm just practicing how to use the sword anytime and anywhere, so..."

"This is the only thing on my mind all day long. I deserve to be a tool for the rest of my life."

The angry Liu Bolun spat on the ground.

"Practice, practice, practice, be strong, strong, strong, no matter how strong you are, what's the use? What's the purpose? Let me tell you, a long time ago, there was a story about a big tree..."

"I've heard that before."

Cui Yuan sighed.

Not only had he heard it before, but he had heard it countless times. After all, the allusion of uselessness was also widely circulated. It was not like he had never read the book, so how could he not know this.

But in his opinion, this story has nothing to do with his sword practice.

After practicing with a sword, do you have to use it?There is no reason for this.Perhaps when he practiced swordsmanship in the past, he did have the idea of ​​serving his master, but more than ten years have passed, and swordsmanship has long been integrated into his life.

Practicing sword practice was his life, so why should he care about whether it was useful or not?

But if you have to talk about its use, maybe there is one.

"Is there any news about Mr. Du?"

The last sword was swung out, and Cui Yuan sheathed the sword.

"I have learned a new trick and am going to ask Mr. Du for advice."

"Brother Du..."

Li Carpenter, who had been drinking with Liu Bolun, finally spoke.

"I don't know. The last news about him came from Jiankang City. There will be no news after that..."

Speaking of this, Carpenter Li couldn't help but look at the sharp sword in Cui Yuan's hand with envy.

Rather than envying the sword, it is better to say that I envy the feeling of having power. After all, as long as you have power, you can go anywhere in the world, instead of like now, because without power, it is easy to die violently outside the city, so you can only watch. I looked at my good brother trapped outside, but could do nothing but worry.

"If you want to become stronger, I also need to become stronger."

Thinking like this, Carpenter Li clenched his fists.

He also needs strength, the kind of power that can protect his family and friends from harm, so he must become stronger, or at least become able to help.

Rather than being so weak that it can only hold you back.

"Brother Li, if you want to become stronger, you shouldn't look for me."

After hearing that Li Carpenter actually wanted to practice martial arts, Cui Yuan couldn't help but shook his head.

"I only know swordsmanship, and at most I know something similar to swordsmanship. As for Brother Li, you are not the type suitable for practicing swordsmanship... What's more, Mr. Du knows so much, why should Brother Li sacrifice the near and seek the far away, directly Wouldn’t it be better to find Mr. Du?”

"I want to find it too..."

Carpenter Li sighed.

He really wanted to find it, more than anyone else. After all, although Du Chengfeng had no blood relationship with him, the two of them had long been as close as brothers. It was precisely because of this that Carpenter Li was even more worried. He was afraid that something would happen to Du Chengfeng outside.

After all, Du Chengfeng was a refugee and had no one to rely on, so he was truly a rootless person.Wandering alone like this, if something happens, there is no one who can help.

What's more, it's such a big deal to go to the imperial city alone.

Can Du Chengfeng really come back alive?
　The belated update, with more than 6000 words, is a bit annoying. Of course, the late update is not entirely due to the large number of words in this chapter, but also because I have been playing Cyberpunk for a whole day. I want to reflect on this.

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