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Zhong Ion Xiping settled Wulin's most important and final battle, which was selected on the Golden Autumn Night.

The detailed work of Qilian Fortress of Henglian Qilianbao inserted into Zhongliyuan has already invited Zhong Zhongqi to enjoy the moon on several occasions. The location was selected in a quiet valley, surrounded by cliffs, with complicated terrain, which is extremely easy to hide. Henglian planned for a long time.

It was a grand banquet with no return.

Zhong ion Xi readily agreed.

He never caught a cicada from a mantis, and after the cardinal was behind, he calculated everything and saved a lot of effort. He checked the terrain, laid out the fire attack plan, and sacrificed his own puppet that had been cultivated for many years. He has always been accustomed to doing fake dramas, and even his own guards have arranged for this puppet.

After this battle, there is no Qilianbao or Taihangyu in the world, and the other factions have become scattered sand, and a few abandoned children are irrelevant.

His script was properly written, his heart was stable, the valley was in peril, and the wind was trembling, but he looked lazily and leaned against the cliff cave, and even prepared refreshments, only waiting for the capture of the emperor, the two leaders of the two great schools of Qi appeared By that time, a fire will turn both the enemy and us in the valley into ashes.

Zhong Ionic enjoyed leisurely for a while, listening to Jin Nei's voice rising suddenly. He tasted two cups of tea, and the sound of those swearing and cursing weakened, and after a moment of reckoning, he said to himself, "It's almost there."

Ye Jun reported with a smile: "Back to the master, the enemy attack was repelled."

Zhong Ion's eyebrows were crushed, and his coldness was exaggerated. People around him knew that he was angry and knelt down.

Henglian has been planning for a long time. Experts gather and the army is under pressure to occupy the right place at the right time. However, I only have less than twenty people around me. No one knows that he will be attacked tonight. It is impossible to resist the attack. Is it fraud?

Zhong Zixi stepped on the cliff and looked into the valley. There was no wind or cloud that night. Yuehua was astonishingly bright. The corpses were all over the valley. The fire was not extinguished. The war was locked in a corner. In front of him.

Stardust full moon, golden wind and jade dew, all reflected in the three-foot green peak, dementing.

The sword-bearer stood proud for a long time, determined that all the attacking enemies had faded, and turned around to pay respectful respects to the grandmother, helping the mud that was paralyzed to the ground.

"It's a night brake." Ye Jun whispered in his ear.

This person is again.

Counting Qin Kezou two years ago, he has twice assured plans to plant the night brakes.

Zhong Ion was so irritated that he couldn't wait to immediately stab the man, forcing himself to calm down, and asked, "Yejun, how many tricks can you do in his hand."

Ye Jun laughed and said, "Thirty-seven strokes." A few moments later he added, "Of course, I'm already pretty good."

Zhong Ion shuddered suddenly, coldly: "I have put such a dangerous character beside me for two years ..."

If this person disagrees, no one can stop the entire Zhongliyuan. When I think about this, I feel sleepy.

He did not act rashly, and returned to his home to order the doctor to investigate Yecha's injuries, knowing that he was not intact, or even hurt a little, and then reluctantly relieved.

With full alertness, he pressed the hilt in his sleeve to visit the sick. Yesha injured the medicine halfway, struggling to kneel and salute.

Zhong Dianxi didn't dare to take a seat, and after a few dozen steps, he asked, "Knowing that it was fake, why are you so desperate?"

"Because it is your order." Yecha answered meekly.

Zhong Zixi saw his face pale, shaky, and a trace of blood oozing under the bandage. In any case, he couldn't connect with the proud swordsman who proudly contended against the entire horizontal cross with his own strength.

He just nodded slightly and left.

After this, Zhong Ionic spent a full year, regretting that he did not start to remove him at that time.

He nourished Yezha as a close-up shadow guard since then, and accidentally bumped into it one day. Seeing Yezha's injury had been healed and his skills were better than in the past, he had to be more daunted.

However, after this battle, Henglian never willingly shot at Zhong Liyuan. Zhong Zixi even ventured to the enemy camp alone one day and actually called him back.

The two sides fell into his worst state of stalemate.

Zhong Zixi has devoted his life to planning. Victory and defeat are common in the military, but he hates such an impasse in which the enemy can't move, and it never seems to end.

All evil is due to this repeatedly out of control night brake.

Zhong ion gritted his name on the sword and rolled it over and over again, but there was nothing he could do.

Until one day, some gossips of the Lord's betrayal began to drift into his ears. As these rumors floated, more and more letters from the enemy were searched out from the night brake room.

He knew in his heart: there was such an existence, he was anxious, and the people of Henglian were even more anxious.

Zhong Ion thought about it and decided to let it go.

It is another year of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the night is cold and windy, and the night brakes that have been idle for a year are suddenly called.

Sitting in the middle of the hall, the host of Zhong Liyuan sat, and he gathered his sleeves and said, "Night brake, I have something to discuss with you."

Yecha looked at him coldly, still.

The next guard yelled, "Why not kneel?"

Yechao said loudly, "I only kneel to the owner, he is not."

Said to turn sideways to the side of the temple, respectfully kneel down.

Through the layers of curtains, the bell ion's palms hidden in the shadow of the temple side are already a layer of cold sweat: this can be found.

He calmly said, "In the past six months, you have found a lot of things you shouldn't have in your room."

Yezha was not used to arguing, only saying: "There is no such thing."

"I know who put it," Zhong Zixi carefully considered. "That's why I need your help."

Yecha listened quietly.

"Since the Battle of Sansei Valley in the Mid-Autumn Festival last year, Henglian has been afraid of your existence, and it has not been able to shrink back. It is not a way to continue. So this year, Henglian has spread rumors about your betrayal of the Lord, and even fabricated evidence, meaning You are in the distance. "Zhong Zixi watched his look far away, but could not discern any emotions, and continued," So, I want to help you and accompany me to finish the play. "

Yecha said: "It's all up to the owner."

Zhong ion sneered sneerly: speak lightly. The dark guards around have already set up their bows and arrows, steadily aiming at the night brakes, Zhong Lixi rested a little in his heart, and said, "I need you to dispose of an internal force and pretend to be expelled from Zhongliyuan."

The night brakes started, everyone in the hall was a little bit green, and Zhong Ziqi even breathed, but he slowly worshipped on the ground, without hesitation: "Subordinates take orders."

Bell ion became more suspicious.

He made a color aside, and immediately a maidservant came up with a bowl of pills.

Yecha knew how to understand poison, and naturally knew what medicine it was. He took the medicine bowl and said to the empty curtain, "I wish my master Wu Yun Changlong."

Then drank it.

Bell Ion couldn't expect it to go so smoothly, but it was incredible.

The night brakes sat cross-legged, but it was not thorough enough.

Zhong Zixi waited for a while, until the original steady figure began to tremble, and whispered softly, "Let's all step back."

The dark guard ambushing all the shadows receded like a tide.

Zhong Zixi approached from the curtain and touched the night brake lightly. He couldn't bear falling on the ground.

Naturally, he knew the torment suffered by Yecha at this moment, and could not help moving.

"Leave it to me next time." Zhong Zixi hugs Yecha and sits back, his body soft and boneless, leaning against his shoulders. Zhong Zixi held one hand on his shoulder to prevent him from sliding down, and his right hand was pressed against his palms with fingers intertwined, pulling him out with a trace of interest.

He glanced down at Yesha's almost half-coma profile, catching a slight smile.

Zhong Dianxi was horrified in his heart. This smile actually brought a little danger of what he wished to achieve. What must have been a bad idea. Immediately, he seized the lifeblood of his right hand and slammed it into the flesh. "What's funny?"

"It's been three years ... This is the first time you've been so close to your subordinates." Ye brakes were weak and hardly audible.

The bell ion breathed for a while.

"I ... have carried the master's notoriety. Also ... hampered the master's strategy ... can't share the worry for the master, but made the master jealous of vigilance, ... Yesha was ashamed of heart."

"You don't hate me?" Zhong Zixi was almost unbelievable.

"I'm honored." Yecha's voice became quieter and quieter.

Zhong Ion breathed for a while, and quickly let go of his right hand. That place had already been bleeding by myself, but this little pain was not worth mentioning compared with the extraction of tendon blood, and Yecha was not aware of it at all.

Zhong Zixi put him slowly on the ground, watching the night brake blood demon who was invincible but was willing to become a wasteful man because of his own words. I didn't know what it was like.

Zhong Xiangxi always believed that he was the most out of control **** he could never control.

But could he be the most loyal and forbearing one?

He thought about it for a long time, and then gradually returned to God, feeling that he really should not take this risk.

"Take it, use your sentence." He held his forehead and closed his eyes.

The men undertook the night brake rudely, and he added: "Slowly, take some drugs, it is better not to let him awake."

Ye Junrao smiled and looked at him with interest: "Second Master, it's gentle to treat an invalid."

Zhong Zixi: "Presumptuous."

"After all, I walk up and down the night, and I will tell jokes." Ye Jun has been with him for ten years, and he has figured out his temperament.

Zhong Zifeng was in deep thought again, and suddenly asked, "I remember you have a medicine that can keep your mind and relieve pain."

Ye Jun heard the words and poured a small red pill to him.

Zhong Zixi stared at the pill, pondering for a long time, seeming to be sad and happy, and finally crushed the small medicine with a gritted tooth, and his hand spread away with the wind.

A small leak will sink a great ship. He meditated three times and looked at Yejun coldly: "You don't stop me."

Ye Jun replied steadily: "I expect a little night brake, not enough to change the mind of the master."

Bell ion is not okay.

He suddenly thought: When the future calms down, it won't hurt to return to the night brake.

[往事 书-子 -end]

(Set by two young masters