Updated: 2012-11-08

For many centuries, as long as the time travelers shake their tiger's body slightly on the coastline of another world, they can stalk a plane, and they will never return to this - Volume 1

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When Chang Kaishen started practicing sword, he first used ancient trees, huge rocks, and waterfalls as targets, and then turned into fireflies in the dark night, bees and butterflies among flowers, and mayflies on the water. When he lost interest in these goals, he ran to a vast ocean to cut icebergs, cut hurricane waves, and chop kun whales. Later, he lost interest in these goals, so he simply stabbed the bright moon, hit the breeze, and cut the floating clouds.

In the end, he lost interest in all his goals, so he rode on a buffalo and wandered around the world with a piano and a carol. Every day he sat there, he played the piano and sang loudly, and turtle head drank wine; when he walked, he hung books with a horn, and whistled long. Until one day, he finally pretended to be tired of it, he stopped his wandering steps by the lake where the heavy makeup was always suitable. From then on, there was a missing martial saint in the world who fought alone for three thousand miles and could become a million divisions with one sword. There was an additional boatman who sang drums and sang in the broken bridge deep in the willow dike.

This guy never asks for money when he helps people ferry. He also posted a strange couplet on his boat that was very different from that time: I have a tiger in my heart, and I'm sniffing the roses carefully.

Someone who is flirting insists on breaking the casserole and asking what happened. Chang Kaishen always smiles lightly and says that I am learning from Lei Feng.

It made others two days of Vajra confused: What is the best way to learn from the Buddha Tower?

In March, the misty spring is full of peach blossoms. Whenever a beautiful lady and a young scholar come to take a boat to hide from the rain, he can't help singing Gao Shengmei's version of "Waiting for a Thousand Years".

In the summer when lotus flowers bloom, he took his pet giant eagle to swing the waves of the lake, picked off the lotus leaves with stems, pierced the heart of the leaf with a hairpin, rolled it into a green wine barrel, drank a glass of wine and threw a leaf until it was red, fat, green and thin, and the moon was in the middle of the sky.

In the golden autumn with the whistling leaves, he carries the worms in his arms, holds the bamboo rice dumplings in his left hand, holds the crab claws in his right hand, slapped the boat with his belly, and roars to the sky: what exists is all illusions; the eternal one will eventually be destroyed; everything in the world, colorful colors, are just blinded people's hearts. One day, the sky, the green mountains and clear waters, exist only according to my heart!

On the snowy night of jade pot ice, he picked pine, plum blossoms, Buddha's hands and snow water. While cooking Sanqing tea with a small red mud stove, he pierced his fingers and wrote the "Jin Ping Plum" with blood. No matter who asked for the written chapter, even the beggars of the Huitayuan and the illiterate Guanyuan Yuanshu, he would give it to him at will.

Because he raised a fat and ugly giant eagle who was taller than a man, with a large hemored sarcoma on his head, and he could not fly when he walked and ran away, the people in Lin'an City regarded Chang Kaishen as a skill in maintaining hermits and masters like Chu Kuang, and spread rumors, forcing all kinds of mysterious and mysterious stories that were true and false. Over time, many idle literati and poets and idle clams were fond of fame and competition for the style. According to word of mouth, this boy's character is not like the people in the world, and he is open-minded and arrogant. There are a few people in the world, and the messy high hats like Yadi and other emperors were put on Chang Kaishen's head.

With the aura of stars, the boatman obviously can't do anything else.

So Chang Kaishen took out a lot of money and recruited skilled craftsmen to build a marble temple with exquisite carvings, majestic and exotic style beside the Broken Bridge. The knowledgeable Persian seaguards came to visit and only recognized the bronze statue of the temple holding shields and codes. They seemed to be the goddess Minelva who was believed in hundreds of years ago in the Haixifuji Kingdom - that is, Athena, one of the twelve main gods of Olympus in ancient Greece, the master of dark clouds and thunder, the shelter of peaceful labor, and the goddess in charge of wisdom, science and justice war. As for the other five bronze statues of the little warriors who enjoyed the side hall, they could not find one or two or three - which made the seaguards who claimed to be treasures of Persia feel extremely ashamed.

Soon, the Shabak Holy Land Temple, written by the great calligrapher Liu Kezhuang, officially opened to the public.

Chang Kaishen was not afraid of being taboo. He lavishly called himself the Pope, and named his pet giant carving the chief Pokémon of the Holy Land. He found an iceberg beauty with a water snake waist from somewhere. He dyed her long purple hair with mulberry juice. He was known as the Saint of Gawig. He held a golden Zen Staff in his hand and wore a snow-white princess dress. He gave speeches everywhere, preached the gospel, accepted believers, and passed the dead souls. He was busy and busy, and he was having fun.

It's strange that Jia Sidao, the prime minister of the cricket who was in charge of the government, not only did not impose a severe ban on this cult, but instead persuaded the officials to issue an edict to officially enthrone Chang Kaishen as the leader of the Three Days of Wisdom and the Grand Priest of the National Guarding Kingdom, and even gave the Holy Land Temple an unprecedented right to issue miscellaneous military certificates. The monks and Taoists who traveled there from other places came to hang out orders and stayed in the same place, but the local foolish men and women also burned incense and kowtow if they had any problems, and the news that the Sabak Holy Land Temple was very good at asking for a child was vivid, which was a serious matter.

After Pope Chang built the twelve zodiac palaces and recruited six holy land soldiers, the calm days were suddenly broken - Mongol Khan Borjijin. Mengge led 200,000 Tatar cavalry to personally attack and captured Xiangyang City like lightning. Then he advanced eastward, broke Ezhou, slaughtered Jiangzhou, and went to Anqing. He was like a thunderbolt, and surrounded the iron walls of the Southern Song Dynasty's small court in the Jiangnan accompanying capital, which was intoxicated by the warm wind.

Faced with this whip of God who was extremely cruel, Lin'an City was immediately in panic and fearful. Outside Xiangyang, there were powerful soldiers stationed inside, and many martial arts heroes such as Guo Jing and his wife assisted in defense. They could not even support this Mongolian army for a day. Isn't Lin'an, who has few soldiers and generals, even more difficult to take a blow and is about to destroy it?

Poor Chinese descendants and Chinese nobles are about to lose their clothes and have their hair left and right!

As he was in a state of dying and seeking medical treatment, the civil servants and military officials placed their last glimmer of hope on the gods and Buddhas in the sky. Some asked Taoists to open an altar to summon heavenly soldiers, the yellow turbans to come to earth, some asked monks to recite scriptures and worship the rituals to invite the King of Visar to send divine weapons to rescue them. As for the white-clothed Jingshi of the Cross Temple, Mu Hu of the Zoroastrian, the imam of the Tianfang Sect, the rabbi of the Manichae Sect, and the Muzha of the Manichae Sect, all of them were forced to show their magical powers.

"There was a fairy girl named Ya and her name was Dina, and she was born with armor. She was aware of Yin and Yang, knew about human affairs, was good at entering and leaving, and fought with Mo Xing. For two hundred years, she would be born with spiritual souls and live in the body of the mortal body..." The elders by Xizi Lake had long regarded Athena as the local land queen, carrying a pig's head and chanting the "Sutra of the Creation of the World of Wisdom", and went to the temple of the Saint Sabhak and the Master Chang to cry and express their feelings. They must summon the five powerful bronzes to defeat the Tartars, turn the tide and support the building to collapse.

"This matter is absolutely not feasible!" Saint Saint Saint who is as beautiful as a fairy but as cold as a frosty refuted the proposal of the elders. The reason at first sounds quite like that: "The seal of the Five Old Peaks of Lushan Mountain has recently expired, Pandora's box has been opened, and the goddess's saints are expeditioning to the underworld, and there is no way to draw any man to help the Lin'an Holy Land."

"Shang Xie (Oh my god)!!!!" The fantasies of the elders broke like soap bubbles, and they all grabbed the ground with their heads, their noses and tears flew together, and their teeth and grinned. A while ago, Pope Chang also brought a group of Kunlun slaves and Japanese to publicly display them in the temple, saying that the eighty-eight Saints expeditions to the evil spider of the Dungeon World, Rose won a great victory. These black charcoal heads and short-legged tigers were all the dark elves and goblins who were captured in the holy war... Only a few days ago, the Saints went out to war with all their widows, and this... This Empress Athena is too powerful!!!

"What are you going to worry about? But if you press a group of ants to death, it doesn't matter whether you use your thumb or your little finger." Seeing that the fire was almost done, Pope Chang stepped forward and pounded his chest and pounded his mountain: "I'm so afraid of me!"

That night, a pink short note was delivered to the golden tent of the Great Khan of the Mongolian army.

I heard that you have a great head, talent, eloquence, and are rarely seen in the world, and I am unbearable to you.

Tonight, I will come to take you through the moon. You are so simple and elegant, and I will not make me futile.

The candlelight from the butter torch reflects the pink paper into an ambiguous warm color, and also makes the proud almost broken paper-like handwriting look more elegant and elegant. The signature of the short note is not marked, but only a red and blood-red stone drum seal - for the love and justice of the earth.

The letter paper is filled with the fragrance of gardenia, a ethereal and poetic fragrance.

"The ancients used Han books to drink wine, and today I used this battle books to drink wine, and I was chasing the ancients with passion." Mengge Khan held the battle books and whispered the horse milk wine in the golden cup, and kept shouting with pleasure.

Although this Tartar, who is sturdy in figure, can almost use lamb leg bones as a toothpick, at first glance, he looks like a savage big and sturdy man. In fact, he is quite handsome and proficient in literature and works, he is still a very few amateur mathematicians in the entire East Asia who have a lot of research on Euclidian geometry.

"The southeastern land is indeed a brilliant place with a rich literary style. It can actually write such arrogant, despicable, hateful provocations in such gentle, elegant and polite words." Mengge Khan asked the Southern Envoy who came to submit the war letter: "What kind of exaggerated character is the hero who wrote the letter to Ben Khan? You must explain it clearly~~~~ Don't blame me for cooking you with a cauldron!"

The Mongolian Khan once followed the eldest son of Badu to the west to fight with Europa. He captured the leader of the Qincha Ba Chiman alive, swept across Russia, and reached the bank of the Danube River and the city of Vienna. He didn't know how many wars he had fought and killed many people in his life. The murderous aura accumulated on his body was even thicker than the paste. The two big and chaotic bull eyes just glared slightly, and scared the fine and tender Southern Song Dynasty to cook noodles with their legs.

Seeing that the Southern Barbarians were so brave and brave, a group of Mongolian military generals as rough and fierce as wild beasts in the camp burst into laughter with superiority.

"Hehe...hehe's his name, Chang Kaishen..." The messenger looked at the giant copper tripod that was bubbling in the camp in panic and fear. The endless rolling bones and flesh in the soup made his tongue look like it was tied: "...hehe's the leader of the Holy Land Temple..."

After listening to the intermittent description of the messenger, the majestic and resolute blushing face of the Mongolian Changsheng Khan was angry and turned into the color of the inkstone.

"In the past, the Jin people attacked Bianliang, and the Zhao Song officials dismissed Rong Chen's generals, but instead trusted the liar Guo Jing to invite the generals of heaven to defend the city. As a result, the two emperors of Hui and Qin were captured by the Jin soldiers. I originally didn't believe that there would be such a stupid emperor in the world. Now it seems that the emperor of the Southern Kingdom is really in line with each other..." Mengge Khan sighed to the sky, and no heroes made the son crazy: "Okay! Very good! The small court of the Southern Song Dynasty dared to let the strange powers and confuse Li Yuan's liar to insult Tengri's favorite and the genius of the Golden Family! If Ben Khan defeated Lin'an City, he would be the red city of Zhe City, and all the chickens and dogs were killed!"

"Massacre! Massacre!" All Mongolian generals raised their arms and howled, and the blood-covered eyes flashed with cruel and greedy lights.

The Southern Messenger turned his eyes and was shocked to death.

"Your Majesty's clarity!" A beautiful boy sitting next to the handsome throne, with a tall crown and a wide belt, and a beautiful bones, put down the bronze wine jujube with a simple shape. Among the manic crowd of demons dancing, he was faintly stained with the fragrance of osmanthus flowers, calmly like an eternal iceberg: "Others don't know the details of Chang Kaishen, but I know that he is definitely not a charlatan liar!"

Mengge Khan waved his hand with great pressure, and it seemed like the opening button was pressed in the big tent, and all the noise came to an abrupt end.

He could not and dared not ignore the opinions of this beautiful boy. The reason why the troops to destroy Song was so smooth was definitely not because of Mengge Khan's own performance, but because of this mysterious figure who took the initiative to surrender to him.

Until now, Mengge Khan has not figured out his roots and origins.

I only know that he called himself Long Aotian, but he only knows that he is knowledgeable and omniscient. Not only is he very capable of leading troops and setting up formations, but his personal martial arts are also unfathomable. Although Mengge's subordinates recruited the four top martial arts masters of the Golden Wheel Dharma King, Darba, Nemoxing, and Xiaoxiangzi, if the military advisor had not emerged, the Khan of the Mongols might have been attacked by locusts under the city of Xiangyang. Guo Jing, Huang Rong, Yang Guo, Master Tanhua, Zen Master Tianming, Qing Lingzi, Shengyin Master, Man Cook, Baicao Immortal, Yanbo Diao Sou, Deaf and Mute Toutu, Five Brothers of Shi Family in Wanwan Villa, Xishan Yike Ghost and other Central Plains martial arts masters.

When Brother Meng thought of his father Tolei's friendship, and the golden sword princess Guo Jing swung the eighteen palms of the dragon and killed the gods and Buddhas, he would sweat coldly when he recalled it.

"Oh? Could it be that Military Advisor Long and Chang Kaishen have an old acquaintance?" Seeing Changsheng Khan's brows slightly frowned, the King of Jinlun, who was accompanying the side, asked a tactfully, something the master was not very easy to ask but had to ask.

"Only by knowing yourself and your enemy, you can win every battle. Chang Kaishen is very good at hype and packaging himself. This is all you need to know when you look at how much the war book he wrote is!" Long Aotian took off the purpeta wine in front of him, closed his fingers slightly, and pinched the bronze wine into a flat cake: "If you can get your head tonight, his name will definitely be interpreted into a mythical legend in the mouths of all living beings in the world!"

"This is impossible! No one in the world can do this!" King Jinlun looked around with reserve, causing a burst of knowing laughter and tide of echo.

"Dharma King, after you understand Chang Kaishen's life, you will probably not be so confident. He was originally a woodcutter's son at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain. At the age of five, he entered the Quanzhen Sect as a servant and found the "Nine Yin True Sutra" in the tomb of the Living Dead near Chongyang Palace. Then he went to the Sutra Pavilion of Shaolin Temple to copy the "Lankavatara Sutra" and found the long-lost "Nine Yang Divine Power" from the scriptures. After that, he changed the map again and found the valley where Dugu Qiubai lived in seclusion near Xiangyang, and obtained the true teachings and magical sculptures of the sword demon, and then... no more... At the age of seven, he returned to Zhongnan Mountain to support the ancient tomb sect, and fought alone against the Seven Seven Sons of Quanzhen's Beidou Seven Star Sword Formation, and won a great victory with one move! How old is he now? It's almost sixteen!"

"Impossible!" Before the Khan could express his opinion, the four masters of Golden Wheel Dharma King, Darba, Nemo Star, and Xiaoxiangzi screamed like a strange hand suddenly reached into their crotch. Quanzhen Seven Sons were the true disciples of Wang Chongyang, the first swordsman in Huashan, who was the first in Huashan Sword Contest. Their Big Dipper Seven Star Sword Formation was helpless even the four top masters of the Southern Emperor, North Beggar East Evil and West Poison. How could a seven-year-old doll be broken? And only one move!

There is absolutely no such genius in the world!

Speaking of geniuses, King Jinlun is also a martial arts genius who is hidden in the snowy land. He has even practiced the supreme dragon and elephant Prajna Technique of Tantric Buddhism to the tenth level that has never been seen before! There are thirteen levels of this Tantric Dharma Protector magical skill, each level takes twice as much time to practice than the previous level. Theoretically, if someone takes a year to practice the first level, it will take at least 1,023 years to practice the tenth level! The King Jinlun has achieved this impossible task in just one 60,000! But even if he is as talented as him, he may not dare to say that he can definitely break the Seven Star Sword Formation of Quanzhen Seven Sons, let alone the Spring and Autumn Dream of defeating the enemy with one move.

"The foolish always think that only the moon is in their own paddy fields." Military advisor Long Aotian's eyes were like a slaughter soaked in ice water, both cool and mean: "You must be brave to face up to the differences between individuals. People have what they can and cannot, and should not be messed up together. Zhong Yao will gain a lot when he reads Cai Yong's calligraphy. You and I will think about it thousands of times, but it is still a dog crawling in writing."

"My Keer, don't be more ambition than others to destroy one's own might! If Chang Kaishen is as powerful as you said, wouldn't I just have to kill one way to go?" Meng Ge was a little uncomfortable with hearing: "Don't forget, I have even broken Xiangyang, and there are 200,000 tigers under my command to rely on the Great Wall!"

"Genius cannot be copied! More people can use it for hair! Warriors with shortcomings are warriors after all, and even the perfect flies are still flies!" The beautiful boy flattened his mouth disdainfully: "Who is Chang Kaishen? He is a time traveler! He is the son of the plane with a pig's feet halo!"

This was really a blow to a boat of people. Not to mention the face, I didn't even leave any butt.

Not only the four masters of Golden Wheel Dharma King, Darba, Nemoxing, Xiaoxiangzi, Mengge Khan and the generals were also trembling with anger, and their faces were blue and red, but in the end, no one dared to attack - military advisor Long Aotian killed countless martial arts masters in Xiangyang City, and also scared his own courage.

"If Chang Kaishen is as powerful as the military advisor said, why did I never hear anyone mention his name when I recruited martial arts masters?" Mengge Khan planned to pour a glass of wine to give himself a flash of anger. What is the pig's feet halo of the son of the time traveler plane? These profound words made him confused, but the general meaning he could even guess seven or eight points - it was just that Changshengtian was as pleasing to Chang Kaishen as an illegitimate child.

"That's it!"

"I don't know if it's true or false!"

"This person has no reputation and is not an old acquaintance with the military advisor. How did the military advisor grasp his wealth and background?"

"At the same time, we are also senior elders who have been living in the world for many years. Even if we are not as good as Dragon Master, we will not be blind or deaf, right?"

King of Jinlun, Darba, Nemoxing, and Xiaoxiangzi also shouted at each other. Rather than saying that they didn't believe it, they were not convinced. They were also martial arts masters who have been famous for many years. How could their status in the minds of military advisors be similar to that of clowns? They couldn't accept this fact.

"Although the seven sons of Quanzhen have hidden their family scandals, you must have heard of the Rockets Rangers organization, right?" Long Aotian hugged his arms, just like looking at the wine bag, the frog in the well, the dung wall, the dry bones in the tomb, and the treasures were known to him: "Ogrimmar, the Hammer of Destruction, Grom, Hellscream, Kane, Blood Hoof, Muradin, Bronzebeard... These are all pseudonyms used by Chang Kaishen to go around the world - just tell you clearly, the killer organization of Rockets is actually a one-man show he sang on the stage alone.

Mengge Khan's face seemed to have been suddenly sewn with anus. A long-necked silver pot on his hand was hard there. The trickle of sifting out horse milk wine overflowed from the golden cup, and the wine case in front of him was not aware of it.

The four masters and the Mongolian generals were not much better. They were all arrogant and arrogant, but their excited expressions suddenly turned into a leaf that was scared to death.

——Since you have sincerely asked for advice? I will tell you with great compassion!

——To prevent the world from being destroyed?, to protect the world’s peace, to implement love and the true evil, a cute and charming villain!

——We are the Rockets shuttled across the Galaxy, with white holes and a white tomorrow waiting for us!

This mysterious killer alliance rose like a meteor ten years ago and soon ascended the throne to become the king of the dark world.

They saw injustice, drew their swords to help, and they were full of passion and blood. The demolition orders they issued represent the detention of the King of Hell, the ladder of the king of heaven, and the prosperity of the momentum, even far exceed the rewards and punishments of evil issued by the Knight Island in the past! South of the Huai River, the Rockets launched a burning expedition almost every year under the banner of national integration. The four ace assassins Orgrimmar, Hammer of Destruction, Grom, Hellscream, Kane, Blood Hoof, Muladin, and Bronzebeards killed many Mongolian faces!

Shaolin Wudang, who holds the Central Plains martial arts world, and the East Evil, West Poison, South Emperor, North Beggar who is fighting for swords in Huashan, have long been the old yellow flowers that have been crushed into mud and dust. In the world of the world, who will compete with the Rockets when they appear!

This organization even publishes and publishes the secrets of magical powers that can cause countless bloody winds, such as "Nine Yin Jing", "Nine Yang Divine Art", "Mysterious Iron Sword Technique", "Jade Girl Heart Sutra", "Seventy-Two Skills of Shaolin", "Yi Jin and Marrow Cleansing Classic", "Toads", "Innate Ability", "One Yang Finger", "Eighteen Palms of Dragon Subduing", "Falling Divine Sword Palm", "Finger-blinking Magic Power", etc., which can cause countless bloody winds and other magical powers, set a precedent for hundreds of generations, and make all the customs of eternal generations, sweep away the old customs of children in the world, and sucking their eyes and fingers!

It turns out...it turns out that this is just a joke made by a person! And this person is not even sixteen years old, so I don’t know if the hair grows together!

"By the way, the one who currently serves as Saint Saint in the Holy Domain Temple opened by Chang Kaishen is Xiaolongnu, the head of the Ancient Tomb Sect of Zhongnan Mountain!" Military advisor Long Aotian continued to cook oil in a raging fire, adding icing on the cake: "November ago, he also recruited six holy domain soldiers, and these seven people were all dispatched to harass the guerrillas. If your 200,000 army can last for three days and not collapse, God will be open to his eyes."

It's indeed not a blow, it's clearly a five-thunder bombardment!

When military advisor Long Aotian came out one by one, the real identities of the soldiers from the holy realm were Ouyang Feng, Hong Qigong, Qiu Qianren, Huang Yaoshi, Master Yideng, Zhou Botong, etc., but they had the legendary top masters of the world, even the Golden Wheel Dharma King, whose nerves were thicker than bullwhip, did not dare to have any unrealistic expectations. If the military advisor was saying it was true, the Mongolian army would undoubtedly face a monster organization that had never appeared since ancient times.

"Tengri is on!" Mengge Khan's forehead was filled with sweat beads, as if responding to his call. A drum and horn zither sounded suddenly outside the tent of the sweat. Fighting and screaming, and shouting came from afar, like a tide. Later, thousands of Mongolian soldiers shouted in unison to fight, as if the sky collapsed and the earth was cracked.

The generals lifted the bead curtains of the sweat tent and looked up. They saw the sword light reflected in the darkness, like thousands of silver snakes flashing, which was like a shocking melee!

After a while, a cavalry sent a commander to report to the horse. He said that there were six men and one woman, seven southern barbarians and a fat and ugly giant eagle sneaked into the front military camp at night, set fire everywhere, and started killing. Because the opponents were all powerful martial arts and elusive enemies, and were wearing invulnerable soft hedgehog armor, the Red Army on the outpost was in a state of collapse, and the head coach moved to the brother King was even more pitiful. He was swelled into flesh mud by the fat and ugly giant eagle with its wings and chewed it off on the spot.

After hearing this news, all the Mongolians in the Khan Treasure cut their faces with knives and burst into tears.

Yixiang Ge is the third son of Genghis Khan's second brother Hathar. He is innocent and resolute and has a strong morale. On the way to the Mongol army's western expedition to Khwarezm, Genghis Khan held an archery competition in Buhasuchhu. Yixiang Ge captured the bull's eye from a distance of 335 pounds (about 569 meters), which almost caused a sensation in the entire northern desert grassland. Such a great Mongolian warrior, descendants of the Canglang and Bailu, and the nobles of the Golden Family, could he be so humiliated and become a piece of bird droppings!!!

"Come on! Switch a team of 10,000 people's iron armor, Qiexue, set up a formation outside my big tent!" Mengge Khan did not agree to the angry and almost out of control of the Mongolian men's request for battle, but chose to strengthen the defense of the Khan tent as soon as possible. Perhaps he felt that wearing only a piece of soft golden silk armor close to the inside was not safe enough. This big Tartar asked the guards to help him wear a complete triple Song State iron armor.

The four masters of Jinlun Dharma King, Darba, Nemoxing and Xiaoxiangzi also showed their weapons and surrounded Tiefutu's Changsheng Sweat in their hearts. Eight pairs of eyes stared at the top of the tent with great vigilance, as if they were afraid that Chang Kaishen would fly in from above.

"Give me some peace of mind. Anyway, I will definitely come, and it's useless to be anxious." Military advisor Long Aotian took out a goose feather fan from somewhere and helped Meng Ge, who was sweating, squirting the cool breeze.

"Hehe, I'm certainly not afraid of having an invincible military advisor in the Divine Sword." Meng Ge held a thick and long mace and looked at the military advisor as if a drowning man saw the driftwood on the water.
To be continued...