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Wei Qingfeng was suppressed by this pressure and unconsciously opened his mouth wide to exhale. However, when he opened his mouth wide, his throat became mute, and his head was drenched in sweat. He only felt the pressure from his own throat slowly spreading to his own body.

The scene in his mind suddenly changed to the battle field in Dingzhou ten years ago. His father had brought one hundred thousand men from the south, hiding behind the stubborn Turkic army from the Taihang Mountains. The Turkic army had been cut off by the Soldiers of the Southern Dynasties's attack from the back.

While he was cleaning up the battlefield, his father helped him up from the pile of corpses lying on the ground. His father frowned as he looked at his own face and gently asked, "Child, where are your parents?"

She didn't answer his question but just stared at him because she didn't have any memories from before.

Father reached out his callused hands and wiped away the blood on his face as he gently said to himself, "Child, from now on, you are my child. Your name is Wei Qingfeng, and you will continue to fulfill Father's wish of bringing my Soldiers of the Southern Dynasties to protect our territory."

A wave of excited cheers came from the surrounding soldiers. Seeing this scene, they were even more terrified. However, they could see a sliver of comfort in the pair of small, bright eyes behind their father …

At this time, the camera in front of Wei Qingfeng turned and moved on to the entrance of a beautiful palace. The emperor held a cup of valiant wine and said to himself: "Little brother, we have fulfilled our previous promise to you, and have betrothed the most beautiful and virtuous' Luan Feng 'to you. "At that time, we will be true brothers. I toast you with this cup of water and wine, and wish you victory at the start of your journey!" With that, he handed the cup of wine over.

He hurriedly raised his wine cup and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty. This subject will do my best to serve the nation and will not refuse to die for it!" He finished it in one gulp.

The moment he raised his head to drink, he heard a burst of zither music from the clock tower on the opposite wall. It was extremely surging, slowly fading away, slowly becoming calm and lingering, afraid that the music would affect his son and daughter. With a ping sound, he shattered the wine cup in his hand, and the music suddenly stopped!

The emperor's expression darkened, he thought for a while, then said hesitantly: "Little brother, I have a saccule here. Once you have reached the encampment, if you hear the same zither music that you did just a moment ago, you would quietly open the saccule and follow the plan. "Remember!" She agreed and took the saccule, then turned and walked away with big strides …

When Wei Qingfeng thought of this, his mind suddenly became clear. He clenched his fists tightly and circulated his internal energy, looking more carefully, the black mass of land in front of him was not entirely without flaws. He rushed in directly from the center, like a leather bag filled with internal energy, Hei Qi gradually tightened, and also silently gathered energy, waiting for the rebound force to come out. However, at this moment, there was a gap in Hei Qi's left and right paths respectively. Originally, he did not hold the hope of playing a game, he only hoped that he could smash the lair behind Hei Qi and disrupt Hei Qi into pieces. Only then, would he be satisfied!

Wei Qingfeng did not hesitate anymore, channeling all of his energy, he picked up a white piece and placed it directly in front of the tent.

The old Daoist saw that Wei Qingfeng was in a daze for a long time, and actually did not change his mind, and still charged straight towards his own army, sighing inwardly, he smiled: "Young General is truly stubborn." With that said, he also placed a son in front of Hei Qi.

When he looked at the current situation, Hei Qi was already on the verge of forming a tight encirclement. Especially the two gaps on the left and right path, which were now faintly turning into two pincers that could encircle him and break apart his own long dragon formation if he rushed over.

Wei Qingfeng thought for a while: "I have already decided to directly attack Huang Long, there is no need to have all my brothers accompany me in death, and with this place broken, there is no way out, I'm afraid there will be no return." As he thought of this, he no longer hesitated and played chess on the left and right paths respectively.

The old Daoist wanted to use the left and right paths to restrain White Chess. If White Chess were to directly attack Huang Long, naturally, he would ignore everything else. He did not expect Bai Qi to set up a formation on her main battlefield, which could hold him back, and let him mutter "eh" unknowingly. When Ren Boan and the other two heard this "eh", they immediately felt their bodies lighten, as if their bodies no longer belonged to them. They wiped the sweat off their foreheads, and looked towards the chess board.

After pondering for a long time, he slowly sighed and said, "The genius of the Young General, with such an offensive and defensive skill, although I feel helpless, it is still the best way to deal with it. These are the three chess pieces that were placed on the left path, on the middle path and the rear road. They themselves weakened the power of their attacks, but they held onto the key path by the throat, and then, Bai Qi's army, which pierced straight into Hei Qi's heart, would eventually be destroyed by Hei Qi's immense power. However, they would also heavily injure Hei Qi's foundation, and with the remaining three sons, they would be able to form an alliance with him within a short period of time. "

The old Daoist exhaled again, and laughed: "The wisdom of the Young General is truly admirable. Even though the Lu Zhong Jun knows that he will definitely die, it is even more admirable that he sacrificed his life to do so. This game of chess is poverty-stricken people's loss. "

When Ren Lei Hu and the other two heard that the old man had accepted his loss, they were elated and admired the Brother Wei s even more. Wei Qingfeng quickly bowed and said: "Old senior is flattering me, this junior was just having a mental battle just now, if junior was able to do it like this, even though I know my death well, it would still be extremely difficult for me to advance forward. This game of chess will be a situation where the two sides will not win, Hei Qi will recover and be able to take the initiative once again."

Hearing his sincerity, the old man made a sound, and said: "Child, you are truly modest, my old man's remaining years are definitely not as long as yours, so if we are to continue fighting like this, it will definitely be my loss. poverty-stricken people promised you earlier, if poverty-stricken people lost, I will let you take the most important thing from me, you can take it now."

Hearing that, Wei Qingfeng hurriedly apologized: It was just a joke just now, how can I take it as true?

The old Daoist looked solemn and said: "poverty-stricken people has never said it was a joke. Here, take it, child!" Wei Qingfeng was just about to reject it when he saw the old Daoist extend his hand and the jade flute already soundlessly landed in his hands. Wei Qingfeng only felt a cool sensation in his hand and knew that it was no ordinary thing. In this snow and ice weather, the temperature of the jade flute was also much lower than that of ice and snow.

Wei Qingfeng thanked him and said: "Thank you senior for your bestowment, just that senior said that if junior lost, I would agree to one thing, and do not know what kind of thing elder needs me to do, but if junior has the ability, I will not decline."

The old Daoist looked at him again and said, "Since you haven't lost, you don't need to do this anymore. If you have such wisdom and strategy, you might be able to pass this trial. "Child, you should take care of yourself. The road ahead is long and long, and even you need to comprehend it yourself. poverty-stricken people is leaving …"

Wei Qingfeng felt that this senior highly valued him, and even gifted him such a precious gift. His heart was moved, thinking of how his master treated him like this, although master only chopped and fished everyday, every night at midnight, his gaze was the same. Just as he was about to kowtow, the body of the Daoist priest flickered, and no trace of him could be seen. Wei Qingfeng lightly called out, "Old senior …" But there was no shadow of him.

Ren Boan walked over gently. Seeing that Brother Wei's eyes were filled with reluctance, he sighed in his heart, but just as he was about to wake up, he saw that Brother Wei was unable to stand steadily and had slowly turned towards him.