Martial Arts: I am in the Ming Cult and I am building a dynasty

The woman's fierce temper came to her head and she was determined to burn her original life force and fight to the death with Yang Zhao.

Yang Zhao felt a little bit confused.

Fortunately, at this time, a tall and majestic figure like a god suddenly appeared on the battlefield. The energy and blood like a furnace baking in the sun filled the heaven and earth. A touch of energy suppressed the woman and forcibly calmed her desperate act.

"Baihua, what are you doing?"

"Brother, you're here just in time, help me kill this rapist."

Fang Baihua is dressed in a brocade armor decorated with flowers and holding a sword of light in her hand. She looks heroic and beautiful.

Fang La looked at Yang Zhao along Fang Baihua's sword, with a strange look on his face, and asked, "Young man from the Yang family, what are you doing?"

Yang Zhao: "Mr. Fang, if I say this is a misunderstanding, do you believe it?"

Fang La: “…”

Fang Baihua: “…”

Chapter 107: Brother-in-law decides to marry his sister

Whether Fang La and Fang Baihua believe it or not, this is indeed a misunderstanding.

Under Fang La's strong suppression, Fang Baihua had a cold face and was unable to move. He stared at Yang Zhao with knife-like eyes, as if he wanted to cut Yang Zhao into pieces.

Yang Zhao laughed awkwardly and said, "Mr. Fang, well, this is not the place to talk."

Fang La had no choice but to calm Fang Baihua down and said, "Okay, follow me."

Fang La had a very high prestige in the army. After waving his hand, a large number of soldiers who had gathered because of the attack on the camp quickly retreated under the command of generals from all sides.

Only Fang La, Fang Baihua and Yang Zhao came to a very simple tent deep in the camp.

This tent is plain and simple, and is much inferior to the fireman's kitchen.

After entering the tent.

Yang Zhao laughed awkwardly and said, "Mr. Fang, so you live here. I thought that luxurious tent was where you lived."

Fang Baihua was furious and asked, "Is this the reason why you became a rapist?"

Yang Zhao retorted, "I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense."

Fang Baihua was extremely angry and said, "You have tried to prove my innocence and teased me with your words. How dare you still quibble?"

Yang Zhao was stunned, and then he refused to admit it: "Weren't you wearing your underwear at that time? Besides, when did I ever tease you with words? I was just talking about the fierce sword energy."

Fang Baihua was also stunned. She had never seen such a shameless person.

Immediately afterwards, Fang Baihua's face turned from blue to purple and she turned her head left and right, as if looking for something.

Fang La was a little surprised and asked, "Baihua, what are you looking for?"

Fang Baihua held the long sword in her hand and waved it, saying, "Where's the sword? Where's my sword? I'm going to fight this scoundrel today."

This is out of anger.

Yang Zhao and Fang La looked at each other, and Yang Zhao showed a very innocent expression.

Fang La sighed, took the sword from Fang Baihua calmly, hid it behind his back, and said: "Baihua, this is a misunderstanding. Let me introduce you to someone. This is the leader of the Ming Cult whom I met a few days ago. He is a young hero, the world's number one genius, and a man of great wisdom..."

Fang Baihua glared at Fang La, her eyes as sharp as swords.

Yang Zhao felt a little elated for no reason. He didn't expect that Fang La, the Martial Saint, would praise him so much.

It seems that people who shine are eye-catching wherever they go.

The atmosphere was strange for a moment.

After a long while, Fang Baihua failed to resist Fang La and angrily said, "Brother, you are crazy, you must be crazy. You actually listened to the words of this liar and lecher and led our fellow villagers to join that Murong dog thief, you..."

Fang La waved his hand, interrupting Fang Baihua's words, and said, "Baihua, you don't understand. This is the overall situation of the world. The young man from the Yang family, uh, may be a little too much because of his young age, but this does not affect the boy's smart mind. As long as Zhu Zhen can be killed, our fellow villagers will have a good life."

Yang Zhao: “…”

Mr. Fang, I thank your whole family. God, this young man is too much.

I have already said it, it is a misunderstanding, a fucking misunderstanding.

Just when Yang Zhao's mind was exploding, Fang La turned around and said with a simple face: "Young man from the Yang family, let me make a decision. You have seen my sister's innocence, so you marry her and make her your equal wife. Is that not too much?"

Yang Zhao was stunned for a moment, and said: "Mr. Fang, are you a little anxious..."

Fang La took out the Han Guang Sword and handed it to Fang Baihua.

Then, Fang La took out a nine-foot-long golden sword from somewhere, looked at Yang Zhao calmly, and said, "It's okay, Yang family boy, please continue. As one of the rebel leaders, it is reasonable for me to carry a weapon with me, right? Please continue."

Yang Zhao: “…”

Fuck, do you dare to put down the knife before you say such nonsense?

Yang Zhao glanced at Fang Baihua's handsome and pretty face, and thought about the stunning white jade figure he had caught a glimpse of before, and said righteously: "Mr. Fang is right. I am young and impatient. I will follow Mr. Fang's advice. After solving the problems in Jiangnan and Southeast, I will definitely marry Baihua in a sedan chair carried by eight people."

Fang La casually threw away the big golden knife and said with a smile: "That's right, this is what a family is like. Come on, I have someone arrange a banquet, you and my brother-in-law can have a drink."

No, what is the situation?

Fang Baihua was confused and wanted to say something.

At this moment, Fang La turned his head and said with a dark face: "Baihua, what do you want to do? You are 38 years old this year. Even if the life span of a person is years old, you are already years old. Do you really want to be an old maid who has lost your virginity?"

Fang Baihua: “…”

Yang Zhao: “…”

Damn it, if anyone says Fang La is an honest man again, I will tear him to pieces alive.

After being scolded by Fang La, and seeing that Fang La was about to bring up his parents who were already buried, Fang Baihua finally couldn't resist the authority of his elder brother who was like a father to her, and her little head dropped down.

Then, Fang Baihua looked at Yang Zhao carefully as if he were an animal, and her pretty face suddenly turned red.

After a pause, Fang Baihua said, "Brother, you and this scoundrel stay here to talk. I'll go get some food and wine. This scoundrel has a special status, so it's not convenient for him to move around in the camp."

After saying that, Fang Baihua put her hand on her burning cheek and walked out of the tent with her neck held high.

Matchmaker's words are parents' orders.

My brother is the eldest brother and he is like a father to me, so I can’t resist at all.

There's nothing wrong with that. It's definitely not that I'm attracted by that little brother's handsome looks.

That's right, that's it.

The ancient version of blind dates and meetings were so simple and unpretentious.

Fang Baihua left quickly, leaving only Yang Zhao and Fang La in the tent. They looked at each other with contempt.

But soon, I cleared my mind of all those distracting thoughts.

Yang Zhao finally remembered the purpose of his visit and said, "Mr. Fang, why am I here tonight..."

Fang La narrowed his eyes slightly and reached out to touch the big golden knife beside him.

Yang Zhao was stunned for a moment, then changed his words and said, "Brother-in-law, Zhao came here tonight because some things have changed temporarily, and I want to discuss it with you."

Fang La nodded in satisfaction, let go of the big golden knife, and said, "Sister-in-law, we are one family and we should not have different opinions. Speak."

Yang Zhao felt pain in his balls, but he kept smiling and said, "My uncle is right. My brother-in-law said it directly. The Murong family's old nest Yanziwu has been taken over by Zhao and his men. There are forts, cities, military camps, sword and armor workshops, etc. inside. We only need to store some food and grass to support an army of more than 200,000..."

Fang La frowned and said, "No, what did you say? Did you take down Yanziwu?"

Fang La was bewildered.

Although Fang La disdained the people of the Murong family, he was still very wary of Yanziwu and the troops under their command.

Even when Fang La, Murong Longcheng and others left, there were still four top grandmasters and 60,000 troops in Yanziwu.

And she was taken away by her cheap brother-in-law?

Yang Zhao smiled and said, "Yes, it is precisely because we have captured Yanziwu that Zhao came to ask my brother-in-law for help. See if we can create some commotion in the six southeastern states and drive Tong Guan's 200,000 troops to Suzhou..."

Chapter 108 I will bring chaos to the world, you will take the blame

If they want to take down the 200,000 imperial troops led by Tong Guan, Yang Zhao, Zhao Shirong and others cannot do it on their own. Otherwise, the ambitions of Yang Zhao, Zhao Shirong and others will be too obvious in the court.

And Tong Guan himself was also a eunuch who had reached the realm of heaven and man.

In the entire Jiangnan region, and even in the southeast, the only person who could drive Tong Guan and his army to Jiangnan is Fang La.

Anyway, Zhenjiang Prefecture and Jiangning Prefecture have now completely fallen into the hands of the Murong family.

The two largest ferry cities in the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River were completely blocked. Fang La was idle in Jiangning Prefecture anyway, so it would be great if he could go to the southeast to stretch his legs.

After hearing what Yang Zhao said, Fang La agreed to the deal without saying a word.

However, Fang La also put forward a condition.

That is, when Yang Zhao goes back, he must bring Fang Baihua with him so that they can spend more time together and cultivate their feelings.

Yang Zhao did not reject Fang La's proposal.

After a night of chatting, Yang Zhao and Fang La discussed and analyzed the current situation and the various forces in the six southeastern states.

Wait until it gets dark.

Yang Zhao left Fang La's camp quietly and less than twenty miles away from Jiangning Prefecture, he soon saw Fang Baihua, who was looking heroic and leading a team of female soldiers.

During the conversation with Fang La, Yang Zhao also learned about Fang Baihua's inheritance.

Fang Baihua's path was not the inheritance of the Ming Cult. Instead, when Fang La was still young, he followed the path of his master, who sent Fang Baihua to Xueyue City in the Kunlun Mountains, and made her a disciple of Li Changsheng, the lord of Xueyue City, where she learned the sword of the coldest man in the world, Snow in August.

Yang Zhao knew a little about Xueyue City.

Located in the same Kunlun Mountains, the Mingjiao Guangmingding and Xueyue City actually have some friendship.

It’s just that the Ming Cult had declined to the extreme before, and was far inferior to Xueyue City, which was known as the number one city in Kunlun, in terms of strength and inheritance, so there were not many exchanges between the two sides.

Looking at the charming and heroic Fang Baihua, Yang Zhao's heart was slightly moved.

With Fang Baihua's relationship, maybe we can talk about the details of Kunlun's first city later.

They didn't talk much along the way and hurried back to Sikou of the Huai River.

Although Yang Zhao had little contact with Fang Baihua along the way, he learned some about Fang Baihua's personality through many female soldiers under her command.

Different from other women in the martial arts world like Daiqisi and Yin Susu.

She is also different from intelligent women like Zhao Shirong and Huang Rong.

Fang Baihua is a very straightforward and naive farm girl, the kind who obeys her husband at home and after marriage. Although she doesn't strictly observe the three obediences and four virtues, she is a typical beautiful girl from a small family.

It's a very strange feeling.

Yang Zhao had seen Fang Baihua's ferocity when she took action. The extremely cold and sharp sword energy was like the tongue of a poisonous dragon in the depths of the North Sea.

An ordinary person wouldn't even have a chance to fight back when faced with that kind of sword power.

But after putting down the Hanguang sword in her hand, Fang Baihua was like a delicate and shy little white rabbit. Occasionally, she would blush for a long time when she looked at Yang Zhao or spoke a few words to him.

Make money, make money.

I have to say that Fang La is a really nice guy.

While Yang Zhao was living in Sikou Ferry on the Huai River, he was cultivating his relationship with Fang Baihua and studying various newly acquired skills such as Mingshen Wudian and Sad Divine Arrow.

Murong Longcheng, Murong Bo and others have also learned the news that Yanziwu's old nest has been lost.

In just a few days, the Murong clan's rebel forces on the south bank of the Yangtze River began to mobilize frantically.

Murong Bo broke into the realm of heaven and man, and forcibly pulled out a full 50,000 troops from all the troops on the south bank of the Yangtze River. Amid the roar of Murong Longcheng, he began to march back southward from the east route of Jiangnan.

However, Xin Qiji's reputation is not exaggerated.

In Changzhou, where Murong Bo fought his first battle before his death, Xin Qiji staged a perfect plan to deceive the enemy, using a thousand-man army to make many flags and cover the top of the city.

Then Xin Qiji led his troops through a small path, bypassed Murong Bo, and gave him a heavy blow.

The expedition started off badly. Even though Murong Bo was stronger than Murong Fu, he was no match for an experienced and famous general like Xin Qiji. He abandoned his 20,000 troops and fled back to Zhenjiang in a panic.

For a time, Murong's plan to return to the east of Jiangnan completely collapsed.

Facing Xin Qiji, the famous general and poet of the Song Dynasty, even Murong Longcheng did not dare to confront him unless he was absolutely sure.

Killing on the battlefield is not a martial arts fight.