In the north of Guyue City, there is a big city called "Lingzhou". As the northernmost military center of the Song State, Lingzhou City has 100,000 soldiers of the Song State. In addition to the 30,000 "Tiger Army" directly belonging to the Song family royal family, there are also 70,000 border troops, which are in the hands of a general named "Xu Chuanxiao".

As a middle-aged hero in the Song Dynasty, Xu Chuanxiao was very famous. At the age of 40, he had a high-level Xuanhuang cultivation and obtained the "middle-level Taoist weapon" - the "Hanhai Sword" awarded by the royal family of the Song Dynasty.

According to the report of the Jin State's "Information Organization" - "Spider": Xu Chuanxiao had unique insights in marching and formation, especially good at making tricks and violent. What the Song State's government and opposition most praised was that this person had to kill a Jin State soldier every few days before he could sleep. From the capital of Song State to Lingzhou City, Xu Chuanxiao did not bring a family member, no money, nor a treasure, but only brought a prison cart, which escorted more than forty Jin State soldiers captured on the battlefield. After one month, he was killed completely.

Xu Chuanxiao was not satisfied with this. He would go to the battlefield every day to capture soldiers from Jin to vent his anger.

On the "blacklist" of Jin State, this person ranked even above the king of Song State, which shows the resentment of the senior executives of Jin State towards him.

Xu Chuanxiao acted very carefully. In this important border town at the junction of the Jin and Song dynasties, there would be assassins who sneaked into Lingzhou to take his life every day. The royal family of the Song Dynasty also attached great importance to this and sent five "high-level Xuanhuang" to protect his safety day and night.

Qi Jianxin presided over the border and sent people to assassinate him many times, but they all ended in failure.

Ye Junlin made a detour to Lingzhou during this trip, with the purpose of killing the general of Song who was angry with everyone in Jin.

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During the Qingming Festival, heavy rain poured down.

The "Lin" camp was stationed in the north of Lingzhou City, with only Lao Wu and Ye Junlin sneaking into Lingzhou City.

The two of them came and went like the wind, without knowing it. The soldiers stationed on the Lingzhou city tower and were in the investigation did not notice at all, and one old and one young quietly entered the city.

Qingming is a very important festival in the Qingxiao Spirit Realm. Whether it is Qi, Jin, Qin and Chu, they will commemorate the martyrs, pay homage to ancestors, and go out for a walk on this day.

As an iron-blooded man who values ​​love and righteousness, Xu Chuanxiao still pays attention to this point. According to the information of "spiders", every Qingming Festival, Xu Chuanxiao would stay at the "Shishiling" in the west of Lingzhou City for a while, and recite a few words before leaving.

Ye Junlin's mouth sneered, and he bought a handful of yellow paper on the side of the road.

Lingzhou Chengzhou Muslim Mansion.

Although Xu Chuanxiao, who was majestic, was wearing a civil servant robe, it was difficult to hide the arrogance of the generals who had climbed up from the pile of corpses. The study was extremely simple. Many of the antique treasures deliberately left by the Mu of Chengmu of Lingzhou were pawned on the first day of his tenure. All the gold and silver he obtained were given to the soldiers in the city, and the civil servants did not get a single copper coin.

Xu Chuan Xiao Chongwu, in his eyes, fists are the hard truth.

It rained heavily, and Xu Chuanxiao sat in the empty shabby study room, reading a military book at night.

A confidant captain brought from the capital of Song State stood at the door and said respectfully: "Sir, someone has sent you a letter."

Xu Chuanxiao reached out to take it, tore open the envelope roughly, and the big red letter paper slipped out, and a few small words were written in a twist: "Don't leave the house."

Xu Chuanxiao glanced at him, snorted coldly, and threw the letter paper into the trash can without caring at all.

Outside the city lord's mansion, a red-clothed swordsman stood in the rain. He looked at the gray sky and said to himself: "Good weather, what rain is going on."

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On Qingming Festival, there is no fixed time to visit the grave, and it is both morning and evening. However, the heavy rain in Lingzhou City today is really heavy. Most of the graves are in the western suburbs of the city, which are quite far away. Many ordinary people feel sorry for their clothes and hope to wait for the rain to go to visit the graves later.

So Xu Chuanxiao's sixteen cavalry left the city and looked very conspicuous.

The bluestone street in Lingzhou City is slanted from the middle to both sides, which is not easy to detect. When it rains, when you see the rain slid into the sink, you can see Mingtang. Sixteen horsemen are wearing armor and iron horse hooves, hitting the hearts of people on both sides of the street. Contact this general Chengmu, who killed hundreds of enemies on the border battlefield, and killed people and drank and enjoyed the bloody deeds of killing people and drinking in Chengmu Mansion every day, the people who fought hard and felt that this military-born Chengmu could rely on him more and more.

Chengmu Xu Chuanxiao took the lead and looked straight, so naturally he didn't notice a young man with a big sword on his back squatting under a high wall and a green tiles.

An old woman from Lingzhou City felt sorry for the young man and silently held an umbrella for him.

The boy squatted in the corner of the wall and finally burned a few pieces of yellow paper. Maybe he felt that his intention had come true, so he put the remaining yellow paper in his arms.

The old lady kindly reminded: "It is not good to put the paper money for our ancestors in the arms of living people. Young people, you should lose it."

The boy smiled and walked in the heavy rain, but disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The old lady shook her head and sighed inwardly: "What a weird person."

Wearing a "invisible cloak", he silently used the "breath-retention technique". Walking on the streets of Lingzhou, Ye Junlin was like a ghost. His shoes, socks, robe and feet were already soaked when burning paper, and Ye Junlin didn't care at all.

Xu Chuanxiao led fifteen cavalry to the west of the city, and sixteen cavalry turned over and dismounted in turn.

Chengmu Xu Chuanxiao came to a lonely grave and squatted down silently. The other fifteen riders watched silently, but did not dare to say anything more.

The grave was lying on the grave. From joining the army to his death, except for killing a soldier from Jin State and getting a sergeant commander, he had been wandering around the sergeant's seat for the other thirty years.

No one killed on the battlefield. However, in the spear and crossbow, he had been dealing with the King of Hell for several years, but he was not dead. The old chief only brought five new recruits under his command in his life, and only two survived. Xu Chuanxiao was one of them. He relied on his military achievements to achieve his current position. Another person was blinded during the war and devoted himself to practicing martial arts. Unexpectedly, he became a famous assassin on the Qingxiao Martial Arts List.

Xu Chuanxiao squatted on the grave and slowly opened a bottle of fine wine. The wine flowed freely and penetrated into the mud in front of the grave with the rain.

Xu Chuanxiao held up a barrier, lit a handful of yellow paper, and said to himself: "Old man, you don't have much ability. But if you didn't give me the military merits of the two heads, I wouldn't have the status today. If you didn't help that guy block his sword before he died, that guy wouldn't have the same glory as today. I heard that guy likes to wear red recently, that kind of big red girl gets married."

After Xu Chuanxiao finished speaking, he raised his head, as if he had remembered something, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "What a fucking slut."

The sky was gray and the heavy rain still showed no sign of diminishing. Xu Chuanxiao stood up and clapped his hands: "Go back home."

Suddenly, a sword energy swayed, and a blood-red thin line suddenly passed through the neck of the fifteen riders who followed him. When his neck tilted, fifteen big and good heads left their bodies.

Blood mixed with rain fell on Xu Chuanxiao's face. At the end of the road, a boy carrying a big sword appeared.

It is difficult to burn paper when it rains heavily on Qingming Festival, but it is easy to die.

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Chapter completed!