Fusu Town.

Fifty miles outside the town, there is an unknown small peak with beautiful scenery.

Eight years ago, a villa fell on the peak, called Zhengqi Villa.

The owner of the manor is a handsome young man, with three beautiful wives and a strange servant of the whole family.

Needless to say, this owner of the manor was Jiangping who suddenly got tired of the world and was willing to be a salted fish in the mountains.

This day.

Jiang Ping quietly spent his 35th birthday in his life.

In thirty-five years, everything was like a big dream.

This year was also the 21st year when he came to this game world that seemed true and false.

This year, he was still young and beautiful, his body was full of vitality, his handsome face was not stained with traces of time, and his eyes were still clear, just like a boy at that time.

This year, his strength has expanded and his experience bar is full. He is only trembling with his fingers from the level 80 myth.

This year, he was still a salted fish, living in seclusion, with a beautiful woman on his side, wandering and free and easy.

This year, Qiye still did not come out of seclusion.

In the Zhengqi Villa, on the practice field.

Jiang Ping was lying on a rocking chair with a large parasol on his head and a small coffee table next to it, with sour plum soup and iced bean paste still air-conditioned.

He picked up the sour plum soup, took a pleasant sip, and sighed:

"Life is so lonely as snow!"

Under the scorching sun, being able to drink a cup of cold sour plum soup is a great joy in life.

Just look at the little brat staring at Sour Plum Soup and swallowing saliva in the practice field.

It was a seven or eight-year-old child holding an unblacked small steel sword and practicing a basic sword technique in the scorching sun.

Although he is still a child, his facial features are upright, his eyebrows and eyes are delicate, his lips and white teeth are red, and he is a very handsome young man. He can predict that if his future does not go wrong, he will definitely be a man who is very fond of girls.

And seeing such a handsome child, I inevitably want to hug him.

After all, the child is so handsome, how bad can he be?

When Jiang Ping saw the child looking at the sour plum soup in his hand, he swallowed his saliva with his eyes, and held the sour plum soup in his hand and stretched forward:

"Do you want to drink?"

The child nodded immediately and shouted sweetly: "I want to!"

"Then you think about it." Jiang Ping drank all the sour plum soup in one mouthful, "Practice your sword well and think about some good things."

The child's face turned bitter, and he looked like he was so angry that he dared not speak out. He raised his small sword and poked at a wooden man standing in front.

Da da da da da!

It's like a pile driver, with muffled sounds endlessly.

He is obviously just a child, but his strength is really great.

This wooden man, which is made of hardwood and can withstand the attack of the top-grade warriors, quickly appeared small white dots under the child's unblack sword, and then there were wood chips flying, and cracks appeared on the wooden man.

"drink!"

The child shouted loudly and stabbed the sword hard. The basic sword technique showed great power in his hands at this moment, and it actually penetrated the wooden man.

The wooden man, who was originally bound to the ground, was also broken free by force and fell several large circles behind him.

The child stopped breathing and did not forget to give Jiang Ping a proud look.

"Godfather, how about my sword?"

Jiang Ping yawned and said lazily:

"Just be sloppy. When your father was as old as you, this wooden man was not even left in front of him.

Are you still far from it?”

Out of someone's bad taste, the child is named Dugu Qiubai, a name that does not live long without a life.

He is the son of Murong Xianxian and Dugu Zhengyang.

Since he was three years old, every year, Murong Xianxian would take him away from Shangjing City to Zhengqi Villa to live for a while.

This is certainly not a bloody love story.

But Murong Xianxian knew that only by having a good relationship with Jiang Ping could she give her son the best environment.

A godfather saved her a lot of trouble in the capital.

If she didn't have this godfather, she would have recruited a great scholar from the Imperial College as his enlightenment teacher for her son.

There are also those men who covet her body, and after they learn who their son's godfather was, they immediately stopped and were polite to her.

Although the price was a rumor outside, she became Jiang Ping's forbidden body.

Jiang Ping understood Murong Xianxian’s little thoughts, and felt that the maternal love was great and he didn’t point it out, so he agreed.

Anyway, he has several godsons now, so he doesn't like to have one more.

And it is also very interesting to train children occasionally.

The child wiped the sweat from his forehead and said a little depressed:

"Really? My dad is so powerful?"

Jiang Ping nodded: "Nonsense, who didn't know how powerful the sword demon was back then? If your father hadn't been stupid enough, he wouldn't have died at all.

So, you can't learn from your father, everything is the first priority.

But the most important thing is to practice martial arts well. Only when you become powerful can you not be bullied."

The child nodded in a vague way: "Oh, I understand."

But soon he cheered up and said:

"Godfather, I heard from my mother that you were very powerful before. Even Master Wu Zun was your former subordinate. Is that true?"

Jiang Ping waved his hand and showed a reserved smile on his lips:

"A hero doesn't mention his courage back then. He has been old for many years. Remember to go out and don't talk nonsense, just know it yourself."

"I must keep it confidential!"

The child's face turned red immediately, his eyes were full of excitement, as if he had known a huge secret.

My mother did not lie to him. Lord Wu Zun is really a subordinate of his godfather.

If this is the case, wouldn’t he also have something to do with Lord Wu Zun?

Xiaopang, a classmate, is so arrogant all day long because his uncle is a small official in the martial arts department. If others know that his godfather is so powerful and his uncle's boss is his boss, wouldn't he be so arrogant to death?

The child fell into beautiful fantasies for a moment.

"You have to be strong yourself. Don't think about this and that all day long. You are really powerful."

Jiang Pingtian shamelessly talked about his life philosophy of never holding on to his feet, looking like he was very thoughtful.

"This bowl of ice bean paste is for you, let's go to play with your mother."

Jiang Ping waved his hand.

"Thank you godfather!"

The child picked up the ice bean paste and ran very fast. When he went out, he saw a thin and small old man saying hello:

"Hello Grandpa Qiu, I'm going to play!"

Qiu Daoyu nodded with a smile, but said nothing.

When the child left, Qiu Daoyu calmed down his smile and walked quickly to Jiang Ping and said:

"Young Master, Zhao Wei has officially formed an alliance!"

Jiang Ping looked as expected, but in fact he had already obtained first-hand news through the player forum.

"Marquis Zhenbei died. It seems that our emperor cannot support it after all."

Eight years ago.

From the moment Princess Pingyang married Qin and the two countries reached a peaceful alliance.

History has changed.

The original plot that happened in Jiangping's previous life was that Princess Pingyang finally married into Wei State, and Zhao and Wei State reached an alliance. Wei State paid a heavy price to win the support of Zhao State, and then struggled to resist Qin State.

But this time, Qin directly captured Xisha County, which was originally occupied by Wei, as a betrothal gift to Zhao State.

At the same time, the existence of the peace and covenant gave Qin a sufficient time to prepare.

Six years ago.

The repaired Qin army attacked Wei again.
To be continued...