Martial arts: People are in Qixia Town, starting with a green snake with two sleeves

Zhu Yuyan asked, "Where are there no beggars?"

After finishing speaking, the long whip fell, the yellow-brown horse neighed, and continued to walk unhurriedly, and Xuanhu's huge body rushed out from behind the carriage.

The huge animal pupils stared straight at the man on the official road, watching this huge beast getting closer and closer to him.

I only felt two tremors, and my back felt cold. At this moment, the man had a strong desire to escape.

But when he was about to take action, he found that he couldn't even move his fingers, not to mention raising his legs, and his whole body was out of control.

He could only watch helplessly as the black tiger walked in front of him, looking down at him condescendingly.

From the pair of emerald green pupils, the man vaguely saw a little curiosity, which made him unbelievable.

"This man is quite courageous."

Liu Sheng Piaoxu pouted.

No matter what kind of hero you are, or a soldier of hundreds of soldiers, when you face Xuanhu, you will be so frightened that your liver will split.

The poor beggar looked thin and weak, but he did not expect to have such courage, it was really rare.

"It's not that he's afraid, he's obviously too frightened by Xuanhu to lift his legs."

Zhu Yuyan smiled.

With a soft call, Xuanhu walked away from the man, and the latter's heart fell in his throat.

But when he came back to his senses, he felt his body sore and weak, so he stood still.

"control"

Liu Sheng Piaoxu tugged at the reins, Liu eyebrows raised: "You beggar, what are you doing standing in the middle of the road, do you want to rob?"

"The girl was joking."

The man forced a smile on his face: "I am not a beggar, but a scholar."

Liu Sheng Piaoxu snorted, looked him up and down again, then shook his head: "How can there be such a poor scholar.

Among the aristocratic families that this girl killed in Sanchuan, all of them were wealthy, with countless silks and satins, and some of them had dozens or even hundreds of concubines in their families. "

"The girl is talking about a family."

The man's face was bitter: "To be honest, I came from a poor family."

"It doesn't matter if you are from a noble family or from a humble family, don't get in the way."

Liu Sheng Piaoxu shook his head, his tone a little impatient. 29

The poor scholar hastily clasped his fists and said: "I have been waiting here for several days, please let me meet Su Jianshen."

"You want to see my son?"

The girl said indifferently: "How did you know that we were going to pass here?" A faint murderous aura permeated the scholar, who felt cold all over his body, shaking like chaff.

"I'm listening to what people say."

The scholar explained: "There are people talking about Su Jianshen everywhere in teahouses and restaurants."

"What do you want to do?"

Liu Sheng Piaoxu's tone was slightly displeased.

"Piaoxu, let him come over."

At this time, Zhu Yuyan opened his mouth, and Liu Sheng Piaoxu stepped aside to let the poor scholar pass by.

"Give you the time to make a cup of tea."

Zhu Yuyan leaned on the carriage, her pretty face was like frost, and her tone was indifferent.

"Thank you."

The poor scholar nodded hastily: "I want to find a job in Sanchuan."

"What's wrong?"

Su Xuan's voice came from the carriage.

"History of the Sanchuan Prince's Mansion."

The poor scholar replied.

After a moment of silence, Su Xuan asked again: "Give me a convincing reason."

"Have."

The scholar took out a thick booklet from his pocket and said, "This is the Ten Strategies for Dingchuan written below, which can help Su Jianshen firmly hold the three rivers in his hands, shock Heyang in the north, and suppress Confucianism in the east."

A hand stretched out from the carriage and took the booklet, within half a cup of tea, Su Xuan's voice sounded from inside.

"What's your name?"

The poor scholar was relieved, and replied: "I am Chen Wending, from Jibei."

"What is the relationship between the Jinbei Chen family and you?"

Zhu Yuyan asked.

The poor scholar's face froze slightly, and after a while, he calmly said: "I am the illegitimate son of the Chen family. He was expelled from the mansion when he was young, and lives with his widowed mother, and has nothing to do with the Chen family."

"Go to Sanchuan Prince's Mansion first, and be a judge."

After Su Xuan finished speaking, Zhu Yuyan urged the carriage and continued on the road, the scholar's face showed a little joy.

"You poor scholar, what are you still doing?"

Liu Sheng Piaoxu turned around and shouted: "Could it be that you have to walk to Sanchuan on your own two legs?"

"Slower."

"Slower"

On the official road, the Xuanhu ran wildly, and the scholar on its body was terrified, pulling the fur of the Xuanhu tightly, and the bitter cold wind came oncoming, blowing on his face, like a knife cutting.

The mountains and trees on both sides receded quickly, Xuan Hu turned his head and glared at him dissatisfied, Chen Wending closed his mouth immediately.

"My lord, in half a month's journey, we will reach Jianbei Pass."

Zhu Yuyan's plain lips parted lightly.

It wasn't until evening that he found an inn to stay. Chen Wending climbed down from Xuanhu, clutching his ass that was about to shake into eight petals, with a resentful expression on his face.

Rest overnight and continue on the road the next day.

Half a month later, forty miles outside Jianbei Pass, a carriage was walking slowly, with a horse and a tiger following on the left and right.

"buzzing"

The ground began to tremble slightly, followed by streaks of smoke rising into the sky, like wolf smoke, covering the sky and the sun.

The mountains and fields were terrified, the gravel was shaken several inches high, the vegetation trembled, and the violent evil spirit came oncoming.

Xuanhu stopped suddenly, his hair stood on end, his eyes were wide open, staring straight ahead, as if there was something terrifying.

Liu Sheng Piaoxu also had a dignified face and was fully on guard, but Zhu Yuyan looked relaxed and said with a smile: "My lord, the people who welcome us are here."

"Boom"

"Boom"

There was thunder on the flat ground, and the autumn wind was rustling. The first thing that came into view was a big flag with a big Sichuan character embroidered on it.

Immediately afterwards, a black iron cavalry appeared from the end of the official road, black armor, neatly arrayed, with a long knife on its waist, and a long spear in its hand. Even the horses were wrapped in armor.

The iron cavalry ran wildly, the ground trembled, and the evil spirit shot up into the sky, tearing the sky, and the black cavalry could not see the end at a glance, and there were tens of thousands of them.

A general in black armor led thousands of troops and stopped at a place more than 30 feet away from the carriage.

"control"

General Heijia pulled the reins, tens of thousands of elite cavalry stopped behind him, and countless fiery eyes looked at the carriage.

"Sanchuan iron cavalry, welcome young master to enter Sanchuan."

Wu Tianquan got off his horse, knelt down on one knee, and shouted loudly.

"Sanchuan iron cavalry, welcome young master to enter Sanchuan."

Tens of thousands of cavalry behind them also shouted loudly, the mountains and fields trembled, and the ferocious beasts panicked, like a bereaved dog, with murderous aura surging like a dragon soaring into the sky.

"Get up."

Su Xuan raised the corner of the curtain and looked at the tens of thousands of cavalry, with a little satisfaction in his eyes.

"Thank you sir."

Wu Tianquan got up, and after more than a year, he lost some quack aura, and gained a lot of killing aura in the battle formation.

He walked quickly to the side of the carriage, and said in a deep voice, "I don't know if the young master is satisfied with the Sanchuan cavalry trained by his subordinates."

"It's okay."

Su Xuan nodded with a smile: "At least the momentum is pretty decent."

"My lord, these [-] heavy armored cavalry are all from good families. They are strong and strong. They practice day and night, supplemented by excellent armor, and can compete with the elite cavalry of the Heyang royal family."

Wu Tianquan was confident: "In addition to this, there are 15 light cavalry and [-] infantry under training. In half a year, it will gradually take shape. By then, Sanchuan will have [-] cavalry and [-] infantry."

"Not bad."

Su Xuan nodded slightly.

"Go to Sanchuan Palace first."

"promise."

Tens of thousands of cavalry were mobilized, so naturally they couldn't hide it from the eyes of the world. When many forces got the news, they couldn't help but click their tongues.

Especially the Heyang royal family, their eyes were red when they saw the [-] heavily armored cavalry.

Use the king of Sanchuan to pull the tiger's skin to pull the banner, and then practice soldiers and horses to deal with the royal family, but there is nothing to do with him.

Especially Longhushan, Xuankong Temple, Daoist and Buddhist forces, after getting the news, they all fell silent.

They suddenly realized that they could no longer look at Su Xuan as an ordinary master of the rivers and lakes.

This guy has now built Sanchuan into a monolith, controlling millions of acres of fertile land in the three counties, and has more than [-] soldiers. Although in name, these iron knights are all under the command of King Sanchuan.

But in fact, all of them are under the orders of Su Xuan, that is to say, Su Xuan has basically split the territory in Heyang and become a prince.

Although it is not as good as the old king of different surnames like the King of Xiliang for the time being, the wealth of Sanchuan far surpasses that of Xiliang.

Even Xiliang can pull up 40 cavalry. If the wealth of Sanchuan is exhausted, it will not be easy to pull up hundreds of thousands of cavalry.

In just a few years, Su Xuan has grown from a man of the rivers and lakes to the current Green Bamboo Sword God, sitting in the land of the three counties, and becoming the real king of the three rivers.

However, no one would think that all of this was due to his good luck. After all, no matter whether it was the status of the Green Bamboo Sword God or the King of Sanchuan, he used a lot of fierce battles and the blood of countless masters to step on the bones.

Sanchuan was snatched from Confucianism and Heyang royal family by Su Xuan, one person and one sword.

First, there was Wang Laoguai who controlled Wudi City alone, independent of the Kyushu countries, and then there was Su Xuan who controlled Sanchuan with one sword.

These [-] cavalry are Su Xuan's demonstration, he just wants to tell the world that whoever wants to move Sanchuan must first weigh whether he has the ability.

Escorted by tens of thousands of cavalry, the carriage passed Jianbei Pass and went straight to Dahe County, the cavalry returned to the camp, and the carriage entered Sanchuan Palace.

"Xiao Wang has seen the young master."

King Sanchuan was still as humble as ever, even a little apprehensive, not daring to show the slightest disrespect to the white-robed man in front of him.

Because he knows that everything he has now is given by this man, more than [-] elite soldiers, three rivers surrendered, aristocratic families, buddhas and demons respected together, endless concubines and glory and wealth.

Everything came from this man named Su Xuan, the other party only needed one thought to wipe him out.

"How is your lord doing in Sanchuan?"

Su Xuan walked towards the mansion, King Sanchuan followed beside him, and hurriedly replied: "Excellent, Mr. Lao is thinking about it."

"Wu Jian."

Su Xuan spoke.

"Son."

Wu Jian replied.

"Send more people, we must protect the safety of the prince."