Seeing the sky, fish and dragons are bleak, and the wind and clouds are coming and going.

The vast wilderness.

Long Xiaotian was wearing white armor, wearing a red battle robe, wearing a sweat-blooded BMW, holding a silver spear, standing upright like a mountain. Eighteen silver armored iron cavalry behind him, clustered around, like a line, majestic.

The enemy chief lifted the reins and immediately rode the horse, took out the golden armor and black robe, pulled out the battle knife, raised it over the top, and the black armored knights on both sides were neat and fierce.

The two sides lined up to confront each other, clearly distinguishing themselves. The battle flag of "Chu" in the south fluttered in the wind, and the sun, moon and fire flag of "Meng" in the north swept across the sky, and the war was about to break out.

"Dong..."

The war drums thundered the sky, silver light flashed, horse hooves sounded, Long Xiaotian took the lead and rushed into the enemy formation. The eighteen silver-armored iron cavalry were divided into two, followed in two vertical shields, and rushed forward. As the enemy generals were all dropped one after another, the formation began to loosen.

The enemy chief stabilized his body and shouted: "The Heaven of Changsheng protects us, and the descendants of Genghis Khan are invincible, so fight."

Inspired by this sentence, the broken gap quickly condensed.

At this time, the horn penetrated through the sky and blew the sound of the two winged corps of Da Chu rushed forward, surrounding the other side in the shape of a clamp. Looking down, Da Chu clamped the enemy like a Cancer.

Long Xiaotian led the eighteen silver-armored iron cavalry to break through the middle, like a sharp blade penetrated into the enemy's abdomen. Under the attack of the two wings, blood mist was flying all over the sky, and corpses flowed everywhere. The Meng army was defeated like a mountain and collapsed thousands of miles away.

The Chu army was as powerful as a bamboo shoot and won a great victory. Dragon roared the sky like a god of war, and immediately rushed to the front.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a hidden arrow cut through the sky and flew towards Long Xiaotian. The tall figure who was bowing his armor fell to the ground.

Long Xiaotian wanted to struggle, but he was weak all over, only the sound of horns, fighting, and shouts echoed in his ears...

The 75th year of Nanyong.

The gentle wind blows the willows and the crabapple is just blooming, which is the season of spring.

Where the Fuchun River and the Fenshui River meet, it is surrounded by mountains on all sides, with hills scattered between them. The valley plane in the middle is Tonglu County, known as "the beautiful scenery".

In the western suburbs of Tonglu County, Long Family Garden.

Pink walls and black tiles, green willows hanging around, the quiet and elegant courtyard is connected by the corridor. In the east wing room, Long Feng was paced back and forth in the room.

He was wearing a loose gray robe, with a slightly fat body, white face and willow beard, and his eyebrows were frowning at this time, looking at his son on the hospital bed.

Long Feng's face was solemn, happy and sad. The scene from sixteen years ago came to his heart and was clearly visible.

It was just evening, and the Long Family Medical Center was about to close. The sunset was setting, and in the afterglow of the sunset, a middle-aged young Taoist priest with fairy spirit came, and walked into the Long Family Medical Center with great strides and came straight to Long Feng.

He bowed his hand slightly and said cheerfully: "Mr. Long is a nine-generation medical practitioner, and he can save the world."

Long Feng looked surprised and said, "I am the ninth generation of my generation. What's the Taoist priest's teaching?"

The Taoist priest in green robe nodded and smiled slightly, "You have no children yet. Your Long family has practiced medicine for nine generations and has accumulated merits for nine generations. Today, you will give birth to a boy at the You hour. You can let him study and practice martial arts, and you will have something to do when you grow up."

Long Feng looked surprised: "What should I do when I study and practice martial arts? The foundation of the ninth generation was lost like this?"

The Taoist seemed to see Long Feng's concerns and said leisurely: "You can teach him medical skills, but you don't have to sit in the museum to practice medicine. This son will have a shocking achievement when he grows up."

A powerful voice continued: "This son is connected to Wu, Wei, Shen, You, and the earthly branch is connected to the fate of a pearl. You can name it "Qingyun". It's wonderful!"

Long Feng was confused and was about to ask the Taoist in detail, but the Taoist had already left, and a hearty laughter came from the door.

"Hahaha, if you have a chance in the future, you can ask Long Qingyun to Zhongnan Mountain to find Changchunzi."

Long Feng came to his senses and chased him outside the door. Changchunzi was wearing a green robe and disappeared at the end of the alley.

When he returned home, the wife did give birth to a boy at the hour of You. Long Feng was overjoyed and named him Qingyun as the Taoist said. From then on, he invited a private school teacher and boxer to praise literature and practice martial arts every day.

Time flies, white clouds and dwarfs.

For sixteen years, Long Qingyun has an average martial arts skills and is often beaten to the point of being beaten to the point of being bruised and swollen. Just now, a few days ago, he fought with Niu Ben next door and lay in bed for a day and a night.

Thinking of this, Long Qingyun on the hospital bed looked haggard, but she sounded well-proportioned and had her pulse striking. Long Feng had been practicing medicine for many years and knew that his son was not seriously injured.

Long Feng turned around and sat on the pear blossom and wood chair, picked up a cup of Longjing on the table, and put the tea into his mouth. His dry throat suddenly became refreshed.

I glanced at Long Qingyun's face and saw a trace of blood appearing on his face, and his frown brows also stretched out.

"Wow!"

With a loud roar, Long Qingyun, who was lying on the bed, suddenly woke up and sat up. His face was extremely shocked, covered with sweat.

The dream of "golden swords and iron horses, fighting on the battlefield" is still in my mind.

"Hey, are you?" Looking at the smiling old man in front of him, Long Xiaotian looked shocked.

Seeing his son's confusion, Long Feng couldn't help but be ecstatic and screamed cheerfully.

"My son, you finally woke up."

Long Xiaotian's face changed suddenly, and his eyes emitted a cold light like an eagle.

"Who are you, where is this?" Long Xiaotian asked in a majestic tone.

After a meal, he immediately said, "Is there anything to eat?"

Long Xiaotian looked at Long Feng with confusion, and intuition told him, "This kind old man should have a lot to do with him." So his tone also sootheed a lot.

When Long Feng was stunned, he suddenly came to his senses and quickly ordered: "Qiulan, bring food to the young master."

The old man's tired face showed a long-lost smile.

"Young Master?"

Long Xiaotian looked puzzled. I am already in my thirties, so why did this old man speak like this?

While thinking.

A girl in green shirt, holding a tray, with her head hanging down, walked in.

The woman has a beautiful face. Although she is not born with beauty, she is also well-behaved and charming.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, she carefully fed the shrimp lean meat porridge into Long Xiaotian's mouth with a spoon.

"Well, have a meal first."

Long Xiaotian opened his mouth wide, enjoying the deliciousness of the food, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Qiulan, the young master hasn't eaten for a day. He must take good care of it. After drinking the porridge, he will eat some fruit." Long Feng said tirelessly, and after saying that, he walked out of the room with a smile on his face.

Long Xiaotian took a few bites of porridge, his face gradually became rosy, he moved his position and straightened his back a lot.

Qiulan took the opportunity to hand over a freshly peeled pear. Long Xiaotian no longer paid attention to his demeanor, took the fruit and started chewing it in big mouths.

Qiulan pursed her lips and smiled.

Long Xiaotian's eyes swept towards Qiulan like a sword, as sharp as a blade, as if it contained infinite majesty.
Chapter completed!