Infinite Road Warrior Road

Chapter [-]? Yin Feng Lie Yan Knife

Fengtian, the Great Commander's Mansion.

This is a typical Chinese traditional classical palace-style building. It has a three-entry courtyard with blue brick structure and the folk style of Northeast Liaonan. The red lacquer gate is painted with the portraits of Qin Qiong and Jingde. The decoration is relatively simple and rough, but the specifications are grand and magnificent, facing south from north.From time to time, patrolling sergeants walked past the entrances and exits. They all walked neatly and their faces were iron, showing the majesty and evil spirit of the ruling party.

There were layers of dark clouds in the sky, covering up the moonlight and starlight, but the entire Marshal's Mansion was brightly lit, making the inside and outside as bright as day.

In a lobby of a courtyard house, a large plaque with the words "Protecting the country and managing the family" hangs above the lintel.Below is a middle-aged man in his 40s who is dressed in casual clothes and has slightly white temples. He is sitting on a chair drinking tea. Although he is not tall, his eyes are very bright. He looks very mature and experienced, as if he has gone through a lot of vicissitudes , with a majestic face, he has the bearing of controlling the power of tens of millions of lives and deaths.It's just that at this moment, his brows were tightly furrowed, as if he had encountered something that was bothering him.

"Cough cough" seemed to be choking while drinking tea, and the face of the middle-aged man was flushed.continuous coughing

"Marshal, Marshal" A man with sword-like eyebrows, a gentle appearance, and an ancient sword on his back walked in quickly and lightly, and raised his hand to pat him on the back. The true energy of the inner family enters from behind, follows the meridians, and straightens out the breath of the middle-aged man.

At the same time, he felt a little sigh in his heart. Ten years ago, the commander-in-chief was not inferior to him in terms of skill. However, he has been troubled by government and military affairs for many years, and the overbearing skills he practiced are not good for health. Now his skills have regressed a lot.starter

"I'm fine..." After coughing a few times, the middle-aged man bowed his hands and smiled again: "Jing Lin, the Japanese are almost tearing their skins apart with me now. , How do you solve the current situation?"

"Commander..." The man named Jing Lin raised his sword eyebrows: "To deal with the assassination of Onmyoji and ninjas, no amount of ordinary troops and weapons can be relied on. In the end, we still have to rely on masters of magic and martial arts. It's a pity that although we There are quite a few martial arts masters, Master Gao's skill is even more unrivaled in the world, but there are few sorcerers who can stand on their own."

"Hehe, it can be considered that I came from a humble background and lacked family background. I was young and energetic back then, and I was a bit harsh on the magic stick Yin Temple that fooled the villagers. In addition, I cooperated with the atheists of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union and adopted their ideas. There are many policies and guidelines, and it’s too late to hold on to Buddha’s feet now.” The middle-aged man shook his head, “I know that strange spells are not trivial, and my master and I have witnessed it with our own eyes when we were young. The power of the universe... It's a pity that I have been looking for it for more than [-] years, and there are not many masters, but there are piles of liars. How can there be so many hidden masters in China?"

"The Southern Nationalist Government has just broken with the Communist Party. In addition to political interests, there must be religious forces behind it. Should we respond?" Jing Lin carefully suggested.

"Mr. Zhongshan has already left. Why should I follow the actions of those surnamed Jiang and Wang who violated their last wishes? Now the northern and southern national governments occupy one side, sandwiching the warlords of the Zhili and Anhui cliques in the middle. The Northern Expedition is imminent. I rely so much on me, no one dares to make irresponsible remarks." The middle-aged man sighed silently, temporarily closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, a faint majesty emanated from his pupils: "Besides Even if there are some master sorcerers who are willing to use for me, they must really understand the righteousness and disregard the self-interest of the teacher, so that I can use talents with confidence I entrust the fate of the three northeastern provinces and even the country to a group of bandits, magic sticks, and guys who may not even be human, I am not reconciled"

The more the middle-aged man spoke, the more severe his tone became. Jing Lin knew that he had touched an old pain in his heart, so he remained silent for a while.

A few years ago, the general heard that many of the ghost sects in Beimang had masters of secluded magic, so he sent his confidantes to go to the lofty mountains of Beimang Mountain to recruit them.Several months later, the entrusted confidant finally came back, but the heavy gift was returned intact, and a batch of antique cultural relics ten times more expensive was added as a return gift from the other party. It is said that if he is willing to take the elixir, he will be a disciple of the outer sect of the Beiman Ghost Sect and can be protected.

How could the commander-in-chief be willing to take an elixir of unknown origin, let alone be controlled by others, so he immediately refused.Unexpectedly, the confidant laughed wildly like a disappointment, snatched back the elixir and took it, and then he was burned by the green fire. In a blink of an eye, a big living person was burned into a skeleton in the green fire, but he still laughed wildly, like a ghost crying, terrifying Desperate. ,