"Master Jiang? Are you listening to me?"

Looking at Jiang Mingyue standing in front of her, Yang Xian was surprised, "When her life was at stake, she was actually in a daze!"

Yang Xian shouted twice, and Jiang Mingyue on the opposite side came to his senses. He blushed in an instant, and secretly scolded himself for being useless, "Jiang Mingyue, telling Mingyue, the enemy is in front of him, why do you still have the thoughts of random thoughts!"

She looked at Yang Xian and said with her chest straight: "I am now in your hands. I am not as skilled as anyone. If I want to fight or kill, I will deal with it by my young master! But until now I don't even know your name. The defeat in this battle is too cowardly!"

Yang Xian smiled and said, "I am Yang Xian!"

He said to Jiang Mingyue: "The poplar of poplar wood is so prominent!"

"Yang Xian? I remember you!"

After Jiang Mingyue looked at Yang Xian deeply, she lowered her head and thought to herself: "Even the name sounds so good!"

In fact, Yang Xian was squinting and barefoot at this time, and his outfit was extremely shabby. Although Mei Niansheng asked Yang Xian to "walk with disheveled head and dirty faces, walking barefoot with barefoot in the nineteen states", Yang Xian had reached the realm of a master of martial arts at this time, and he was pure and flawless and spotless. "Unwind head" could be done, but "dirty face" was difficult to do.

This is also why Jiang Mingyue feels moved at first glance.

After telling Jiang Mingyue his name, Yang Xian whispered: "Master Jiang, I see that the people you brought with you must have 70,000 to 80,000 without 100,000. I am afraid that many of you have died along the way?"

Jiang Mingyue said in his heart: "Do you just ask casually and you will tell you? At least you must have a better attitude."

But even though she thought so in her heart, she replied obediently: "After walking from Pengzhou City, tens of thousands of people have died of death, most of which have starved to death, and many have died of illness!"

It was not until after this sentence was said that Jiang Mingyue realized, "Why am I so useless? He said it as soon as he asked me!"

Yang Xian nodded and said, "Yes, there are so many people dead, how can Master Jiang bear it?"

Jiang Mingyue said in her heart: "What does their death have to do with me? If you die, you will die. Just catch a little more!" But she echoed uncontrollably: "Yes, I really can't bear it!"

She seemed to have been divided into two people in the spiritual world at this time, one was unruly and the other was gentle and soft-hearted. Everything became uncontrollable when facing Yang Xian.

After hearing Jiang Mingyue's words, Yang Xian smiled and said, "Okay, it turns out that Master Jiang is not a person with a heart of iron after all!"

He took out the paper and pen from his treasure bag and threw it away. A piece of white paper floated in front of him and did not move. Then he shook the big pen in his hand. The water vapor suddenly appeared in the void and rushed into the pen holder. In just a moment, the originally dry brush tip had become wet.

Yang Xian stood there and raised his wrist and waved his brush. The white paper was fixed in the void and motionless, making a slight rustling sound.

At this time, the bright moon was rising and the mist had just risen. A young man in green wrote quietly in the moonlight. Behind the boy, tens of thousands of victims knelt on the ground and did not dare to move. More than a dozen Xuanhuo Sect members could not get up.

This scene is reflected in Jiang Mingyue's eyes. Until many years later, when she dreamed of it at midnight, she still remembered today's scene clearly.

Just as the boy was writing, a breeze blew, causing the boy's long hair to flutter and his clothes to shake, but the white paper floating in the void did not even tremble.

Jiang Mingyue's eyes were blurred and her face was intoxicated. She felt that this was the most beautiful scene she had seen since she was a child.

It was not until many years later that she knew that she could keep the white paper in the void without leaving any trace without causing it to tremble. This required how profound the skills needed to do it.

Even if it collects water vapor out of thin air on the brush tip, this is an extremely powerful method. However, for the young Yang Xian, these master methods are free to use, effortlessly.

But this is something she will only realize in the future. Jiang Mingyue now just simply feels that the picture in front of her is beautiful, and the person who writes the pen in the painting is even more extraordinary.

This shocking beauty that reached the depths of her heart made her sigh involuntarily, "How can there be such a man in the world?"

Just when Jiang Mingyue was intoxicated and her eyes were blurred, Yang Xian gently put away the brush in his hand, shaking the white paper suspended in front of him, and the ink traces immediately became dry.

After folding the white paper and putting it in an envelope, Yang Xian handed the envelope to Jiang Mingyue, "Master Jiang, are you willing to send this letter to Su Zixiu, the lord of Qingyang Palace for me?"

Jiang Mingyue stretched out her hand in a daze, took the envelope handed by Yang Xian, and whispered: "Okay!"

Yang Xian was overjoyed, "Master Jiang, I underestimate you. I thought you were just for your own selfishness and to avenge your father. Then, I swept the victims and gathered people to cause trouble, but it turned out that they still had some compassion!"

He said to Jiang Mingyue: "Don't worry, I guarantee you peace of mind! After arriving in Qingyang Mansion, just stay quietly wherever you want. If you have time, you might as well practice the ranks to deal with the major changes that will not be long before."

Jiang Mingyue held the envelope in her hand, her face slightly dull, "Why am I so mean? Why should I accept this letter? What should I do?"

Their Xuanhuo Sect has been very riots in several places in Qingzhou and has long been designated as a rebellion by the court. How dare they approach Qingyang Prefecture in their current situation?

You should know that the Qingyang defenders are the most elite soldiers in Qingzhou. The rebels and thieves in Qingzhou may cause trouble in other remote places, but they will never dare to approach Qingyang Prefecture.

Everyone knows that if they and the mobs came to attack Qingyang Mansion, it would be a situation of death without life.

In fact, Jiang Mingyue's original plan was to gather refugees from all over Qingzhou first, then drive the refugees to attack the local area, rob food, grass and equipment, and finally concentrate on attacking Qingyang Prefecture with all its strength.

Although she is a woman, she is very brave. There are no less than one million refugees in Qingzhou. She is trying her best to die hundreds of thousands of victims and to fill the Qingyang Mansion with her life.

As long as she can conquer Qingyang, no matter how many people die, it will be worth it to her.

Qingyang is surrounded by mountains on three sides, easy to defend but difficult to attack, and there is thousands of miles of fertile soil nearby, and it is far from Zhongjing. It is an excellent place to raise troops and accumulate strength. When this dynasty building is about to conquer the world and cause chaos, station troops here, even if you do not compete for the world, it can be a good place to live and live.

At that time, you can attack and retreat and defend. You can live alone in a state, and observe the general trend of the world in a cold way, there will be more options.

If Jiang Mingyue's plan works, most of the people in Qingzhou will die, and the rest will be taken into her pocket. The entire Qingzhou will probably become her pocket.

Unfortunately, she met Yang Xian today.

It was really "death before he succeeded." He just took down several small counties and met Yang Xian by chance, and his conspiracy became a painting cake.

Now that Yang Xian asked her to take the victims to Qingyang, it was simply difficult for her to do so.

Even if she tried her best to think about it, her subordinates would not be willing to die with her.

At this time, he looked at Yang Xian with a embarrassed look on his face, and then looked at the elders in the sect lying on the ground, not knowing what to do for a moment.

Yang Xian is such a smart person. When he saw Jiang Mingyue's expression, he understood his intentions and laughed: "Master Jiang, you are a woman, I will not kill you, but you subordinates are cruel and ruthless people, but I can't spare them!"

He reached out his hand and waved. An elder of the Xuanhuo Sect who was lying on the ground was caught by him. Then he held a long sword and pointed it at the elder's heart, "You should kill innocent people!"

The elder is over fifty years old, thin and dry. Although he is very skilled, he is most afraid of death. When he saw Yang Xian killing him, he struggled and howled, "Grandpa, please spare me! Grandpa, please spare me! I have never killed innocent people!"

Not only was this man so backless, not only was Yang Xian surprised, but Jiang Mingyue was also startled and shouted angrily: "Elder Yi, a real man will die if he dies, why should he be so embarrassing?"

Elder Yi struggled in Yang Xian's hand and said, "You said lightly, it's not you who died! Grandpa Yang, please spare my life, I really have never killed an innocent person!"

His last sentence was said to Yang Xian.

Yang Xian was very funny, "Even you dared to rebel and rebel with such courage? He also became the elder of the Xuanhuo Sect? Hehe, it's interesting!"

Elder Yi blushed and muttered: "I just wanted to make a living at the beginning, but I didn't expect to rebel and rebellion!"

Yang Xian laughed loudly, stretched out his hand and lit up, and a wave of internal energy came out, hitting the forehead of Elder Yi.

Elder Yi's body trembled, his eyes turned pale, and his body immediately became soft. He was then thrown to the ground by Yang Xian. Just when Elder Yi had not yet landed in the air, Yang Xian's ten commands were splashing, and his fingertips made a sound. After a few "puff puff puff", all the senior figures of the Xuanhuo Sect nearby were hit by his fingers.

"Bang!"

At this moment, Elder Yi's body had just landed on the ground.

Yang Xian clapped his hands and looked at Jiang Mingyue, who was confused on the opposite side, "Master Jiang, you subordinates have been hit by my split sword energy. If no one can untie it, if the energy within three months is bound to be bound, they will definitely be killed by the headshot. If you want to survive, you can only go to Qingyang Mansion and let Su Zixiu untie it himself."
Chapter completed!