Huh!

The strong wind swept through the heavy snow, and the world was filled with sternness.

At the foot of Pingdu Mountain, there is a small village that is born on the mountain. At this time, the weather is cold and no one leaves the village, and only scattered chickens, ducks and dogs bark.

call!

At some point, a hurricane seemed to blow into the village, causing many dogs to bark.

A group of dozens of people rode their horses past the village. When they heard the barking of dogs, one of them swept by inadvertently, his eyes lit up and he stopped.

"Xilulu!"

The horse neighed, and the group of dozens of people stopped without distinction.

"In such a small village, can you afford a dragon horse?!"

The first person pulled off the snow-proof mask, and a playful light flashed in the eyes of the slightly dark vulture.

Crazy!

Shortly after the horse team stopped, several men dressed in peasants came out of the house with steel knives.

Whether it was the Ming Dynasty or the many dynasties before, it was impossible to strictly prohibit war. One of the important reasons was that the villagers must have the power to guard against wild beasts and bandits.

When the crowd saw these men having swords, they didn't care too much. Only one of them frowned slightly and shouted:

"Wang Biao, don't make trouble!"

"Wouldn't it be a waste to humiliate such a BMW in the hands of these villagers?"

Wang Biao swept over the village heroes, his eyes fell on the thin and listless dragon horse at the village head, and said:

"Whose horse belongs to that horse?!"

"Leave quickly, otherwise don't blame me for waiting!"

A man raised his steel knife and scolded in a deep voice.

"Hahaha!"

Hearing the threat, everyone couldn't help laughing. Wang Biao smiled grimly, and just as he was about to have an attack, he heard a light cough. An old man with his teeth almost falling out of the village yard came out of the village head.

"This horse, mine."

"Old man, you can sell it? The old man paid ten taels of silver!"

Looking at the old man who was thin and as though he could blow away a gust of wind, Wang Biao was sure and threw out a ingot of silver.

"Ten taels of silver, you can't buy your life..."

After glanced at the silver that fell to the ground, the old man sighed softly, and without looking at the people who had changed their qualities, he said:

"Kill them all!"

"Um?!"

Hearing this, the faces of the people outside the city changed. However, even Wang Biao, who reacted the fastest, had no time to draw his sword out of the sheath, and saw several brothers' heads flying.

Blood squirted wildly and fell to the ground with a bang.

"If you don't go in heaven, you don't want to break in hell!"

The man dressed as a farmer wiped the blood from his face, rushed into the chaos with a grim smile, and fled one after another.

"escape!"

Wang Biao's despise of his horse and fled, but he could not escape for three or five steps. He heard screams behind him. After a glance, he swept his eyes and more than ten brothers and horses behind him were killed!

"not good!"

Even without his thoughts, he felt a cold wind blowing in front of him, and the man covered in blood had blocked his way at some point.

"You dare to break through the territory of the Death Tower, and you don't know how to live or die!"

The man kicked Wang Biao over and was about to take action to get it over, when he heard a sound coming from the wind and snow:

"Diet Building?"

"who?!"

The man was shocked, and the sound seemed to be sounding in his ears.

He suddenly turned around and saw a man leading a horse in the wind and snow. His horse's hair was like fire. He was wearing a black robe. His body was extremely tall, with big ears and square eyes, and his breath was peaceful but heavy as a mountain.

Great master!

The man's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously wanted to retreat, but he realized that his body seemed to be frozen in place and could not move at all.

He wanted to warn him, but he found that he couldn't even make a sound.

The same one as him was Wang Biao, who was shocked in the snow nest.

"Since yesterday, I was quite restless. I was nervous for half a day, but I didn't expect that it was the general who came..."

In the house, the thin and thin old man coughed lightly and walked out, looking at the person who came, his smile bitterly.

General?!

After hearing this, Wang Biao had not yet reacted, but the man dressed as a farmer seemed to have seen a ghost, and his body, which could not move, trembled violently.

In Qingzhou, there is only one general, that is, Tianlang Wei Zhengxian!

For decades, not to mention the tasks related to this person, even everyone related to it would dare not take on them!

"Turn the master of the post, Zhao Wukang."

Amid the calm voice of himself, Wei Zhengxian walked over with his horse. His clothes were thin, but wherever he passed, there was a gentle spring breeze, warm but not hot.

But in the sense of the masters in the village, they felt a big sun blooming in front of their eyes, and the terrifying light and heat hurt their eyes and membranes.

"It's me..."

Zhao Wushao's face became more bitter.

He had practiced for seventy or eighty years, and naturally had a vision. When he felt his aura, he knew that everyone underestimated the general.

Even if everyone has seen it high enough, they still underestimated it.

Such momentum, such body, such spirit...

"I saw that I didn't escape, I had some achievements. No wonder some people call you one of the top ten masters in Qingzhou..."

Wei Zhengxian nodded slightly, and a little praised: "If you weren't too old and urged the twelve dragon heads of the Tower, you would be qualified to fight."

"I dare not escape, I dare not fight, I dare not be as famous as the general, I dare not, I dare not..."

Zhao Wusha was worried in his heart. Looking at Wei Zhengxian who was slowly approaching, the warning signs in his heart were like endless oceans.

But he dared not escape.

"Go, cook a cup of tea and feed some forage to the horse."

After patting the old man's shoulder, Wei Zhengxian shook his sleeves and walked into the house.

"yes!"

Zhao Wusha took the reins very obediently, and led the dragon horse to the trough in the village like a groom, and took the best weeds to feed them.

He dared not escape, and there were more than a dozen killers in the village, and no one dared to escape.

Everyone's mind was tense, and they felt that the indescribable terror came completely enveloped the village.

“Meow!”

When Zhao Wusha returned to the house, he saw the general sitting by the stove, rubbing his own raccoon cat.

He gently stroked it, and the raccoon cat made a 'lug' sound.

"The place is simple and there is no good tea. I hope the general will not dislike it."

Zhao Wusha bowed and poured tea for him, and his heart really mentioned Lao Gao: "It's the fine wine, the little old man has some aged wines here, all of which are over a hundred years old..."

"There is something to do later. Drinking will make things happen, so I'll spare you."

Wei Zhengxian reached out and picked up the teacup. He drank the hot tea and didn't even leave a single piece of tea.

"This tea is much better than what I usually drink."

After savoring the tea carefully, Wei Zheng nodded first to express his satisfaction. He drank three or four cups in a row before stopping and signaling Zhao Wusha to sit down.

The latter did not dare to disobey and had to sit down.

"I am just a junior of Zhengang. Don't say that I just suspected of having magical powers. Even if I really have it, how can I be your enemy?"

Zhao Wusha compliments.

"The lion fights with rabbits, and he also uses all his strength. I have never underestimated anyone in my life. This is the only thing I have learned from the battlefield of Liujishan..."

Wei Zheng first put down the teacup, asked to caress the cat, and said lightly:

"I remember, I told you twenty years ago that you are not allowed to have any involvement in the army. Have you forgotten?"

"General..."
To be continued...