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Chapter 19

The Fenglang Temple in Beimang Mountain used to be an official temple in the early years of the founding of the former dynasty, but it has been closed for many years after several revolutions.

When Yang Jin came to power, Beizhao reopened the style of martial arts, and the Fenglang Temple dedicated to generals became his place of worship all year round.

Xie Chenyan took Abing, Ading, and Awu around the first and second gates of Beiman Mountain.

After silently dealing with the guards in the third mountain gate, Xie Chenyan jumped up, sat on the high gate tower, and looked along the winding path down the mountain.

In March in the north, the forest is still desolate and the mountain gate is towering. Through the sparse green forest, you can already see the canopy of Yang Jin's precious car in the distance.

Xie Chenyan's hand was on the sword.

It would be a lie to say that I am not nervous, but more than nervous, it is more unspeakable excitement.

Excitement roared in the blood.

As soon as he passed the first mountain gate, Yang Jin noticed a commotion among the guards. He pushed away the beauty in his arms, and asked the left and right: "What's the matter?"

A guard stepped forward and said, "General, many of the soldiers have abdominal discomfort."

Startled, Yang Jin asked anxiously, "How many people are there?"

The guard hesitated for a moment and said, "Dozens of people."

Another guard immediately stepped forward and said in a low voice: "General, I just asked the subordinates. The soldiers who felt unwell had eaten venison last night, and they generally said that the venison was quite salty. The subordinates suspected that it might be the cook. I used carrion meat and salted it heavily to fill it with fresh meat."

Yang Jin calmed down and said, "Go to the North Camp of Luocheng now. If there is nothing wrong with the camp, then bring another five hundred soldiers. If there is something wrong, report back in time."

The guard should be, and he was about to retreat after a salute, Yang Jin called again: "What's your name?"

The guard said: "Duan Ruqi."

Xie Chenyan saw that Yang Jin's carriage stopped at the first mountain gate, many people stayed there, and then came up the mountain, there were probably nearly a hundred people.

The mountain road narrowed and the convoy gradually lengthened. Yang Jin called to the left and right and said, "Why is no one coming to meet you? Send a few people to go up the mountain to find out and report."

While talking, a puff of smoke suddenly rose from the middle of the team.

Yang Jin stopped abruptly, squinted his eyes and looked back.

The long convoy was cut off at the middle, A Bing A Ding and A Wu also joined in the scuffle, Xie Chenyan jumped down from the mountain gate and rushed towards Yang Jin.

The three-foot long sword, in Xie Chenyan's hands, is like holding water in his hand, walking around like a dragon, bringing a burst of water color in the forest.

It's like the moonlight at dusk, and the light is light.

Zhaoyue Sword.

Yang Jin looked coldly at the young man approaching him, snorted softly, and held the knife in his hand.

When Xie Chenyan was three feet away from him, he slashed out with a sharp blow.

Cold and thin, with a knife.

Internal forces intersect, and the galaxy splits.

Most of Yang Jin's guards are people who have practiced martial arts for many years, but they were also shaken away by this shock, they retreated a few steps, and surrounded the two of them.

Yang Jin moved his wrist, switched the long knife from left to right, and then returned to his right hand.

Pointing the point of the knife to the ground, he sneered and said, "People from Zhaoyuemen?"

Xie Chenyan shook his head and said, "No."

Crash, Ah Jia, Ah Yi, Ah Bing, Ah Ding, Ah Wu's heart was broken all over the place.

Yang Jin raised his eyebrows unexpectedly: "Oh?"

Xie Chenyan didn't talk nonsense with him, and didn't report his name, and struck at Yang Jin with another sharp sword.

Yang Jin blocked it with a knife, and said coldly: "Thank you family?"

The swords intersected, bringing out a burst of sparks.

Xie Chenyan drew back his sword, his small face hung down: "You are so annoying, you don't care who I am."

Yang Jin: "..."

This young man is not tall enough, with a childish face, a pair of round eyes, black and white, and white skin, just looking at his appearance, he definitely can't tell that his swordsmanship is so good.

Yang Jin had already seen that he didn't bring many people with him, and although he caught him by surprise, he didn't take this young man seriously.

The two fought for a while, Xie Chenyan led Yang Jin up the mountain, the soldiers around Yang Jin refused to retreat, they still surrounded the two of them.

Ah Jia, Ah Yi, Ah Bing, Ah Ding, and Ah Wu have long been surrounded by rebels, and they are desperate.

Xie Chenyan was anxious, and with a long whistle, he turned the long sword and let go of it. He turned around a strange corner, caught the sword, and attacked Yang Jin from behind.

This sword was so strange that Yang Jin couldn't help but startled, how could the guards around him allow Xie Chenyan to really hurt him.Qi Qi attacked Xie Chenyan.

Xie Chenyan didn't panic, he swirled his sword, and the sword energy drove the wind and dust, forcing several people back with one sword.

Shen Menghan hid in the forest with Xinzi, his eyes downcast, his face calm and calm.

Seeing that the people in Zhaoyuemen were already wounded, and their movements gradually slowed down, Shen Menghan sighed slightly, and then said to him, "Go."

Xi Xuan nodded, stepped on the tip of his foot, moved his sleeve, and the silver dart shot towards Yang Jin's soldiers like a misty rain of pear blossoms.

As soon as he made a move, the grass in the forest trembled slightly, and the vegetation on the stone steps shifted, and Ah Jia and the others couldn't help being pulled out of the battle.

Seeing Xi Xuan, Xie Chenyan shouted loudly: "Why are you here!"

He remained silent.

Xie Chenyan said in surprise: "You are here, brother Menghan is here!"

When he was talking to Xi Xuan, his mind was no longer on the sword. Yang Jin is such a master, how can he be distracted.A knife struck at his opening.

Xie Chenyan was stunned, and he slapped Yang Jin with his palm, forcing him to return to defense, only then did Xie Chenyan get out of the siege.

With the help of Xixuan to clean up Yang Jin's guards, Xie Chenyan didn't have to be distracted and focused on facing Yang Jin wholeheartedly.

He was young, and the sword intent in his hand became more and more fierce, and Yang Jin was gradually exhausted.

Xixuan dealt with the other people, seeing that his sword spirit was still strong, he didn't care about him anymore, and plundered himself into Fenglang Temple.

Seeing Xixuan leave, Xie Chenyan followed him with his eyes, just wanting to see if Shen Menghan had arrived.

Yang Jin knew that what happened today would not be good, but he had a large army stationed in the north of the city, if he could delay for a while, it would be a ray of hope.

Where he couldn't see, Duan Ruqi was replying to Shen Menghan, and Shen Menghan said with a "hmm": "Just follow what I taught you, and spread the word."

Duan Ruqi replied: "Yes."

Shen Menghan's eyesight was not as good as their martial arts practitioners, when Duan Ruqi turned around and went down the mountain, he asked Xinzi: "How?"

Xinzi smiled: "Xiao Xie didn't play seriously when he saw Xixuan."

Shen Menghan shook his head and said, "Let's go and have a look."

After fighting for nearly an hour, Yang Jin's saber technique opened wide and closed without revealing any water, Xie Chenyan couldn't help feeling a little restless.

He was thinking about things, and when he was inattentive, he was almost hurt by him, when he heard a familiar voice saying from afar: "Concentrate."

Xie Chenyan's eyes lit up, Shen Menghan had no internal strength, these two words were extremely light and weak in the wind shaking the tree, Xie Chenyan still heard it, and said loudly: "Brother Menghan!"

Yang Jin snorted coldly and said, "Shen Yuyin, it really is you."

At this moment, Shen Menghan still nodded slightly to him, and said politely: "General Yang."

Yang Jin said: "If I had known today, I should have killed you bitch when I was in Zhaodu."

His words were vulgar, obviously aimed at Shen Menghan, Xie Chenyan's face was pale, obviously unhappy, and his sword was suddenly sharp.

Yang Jin's hands became more and more difficult, at this time there was a scream from the mountain, Xin Zi, Shen Menghan and Xie Chenyan all turned their heads to look up the mountain.

But Yang Jin suddenly launched a attack, his saber intent soared, and the empty door behind his back was opened wide, and he slashed at Shen Menghan.

Xinzi was startled, and pulled Shen Menghan back quickly.

Xie Chenyan threw a sword, piercing through the heart, Yang Jin's figure swayed, but he was not afraid of death, he cut mountains and seas with one sword, and he was bound to drag Shen Menghan to be buried with him.

Xinzi spilled out miasma medicine, Yang Jinxu made a final fight, and the momentum never stopped.

Xie Chenyan's figure was extremely fast, and he hurried to stop him.

He didn't want to stop Yang Jin first, but rushed to pull Shen Menghan first.

When blood splashed on Shen Menghan's body, he couldn't help but startled.

Over there, Xie Chenyan had already slapped Yang Jin away with one palm, and he couldn't let go of his hatred, so he stepped forward and drew his sword, and slashed a few more times on Yang Jin's body.

Shen Menghan stepped forward to pull him, but he also swung him away.

Shen Menghan staggered back a few steps before being supported by Xinzi, Xinzi was also stunned, and called out in a warm voice: "Xiao Xie?"

Yang Jin has been famous for nearly 20 years, Xie Chenyan is only seventeen this year, and he can resist Yang Jin's desperate strike with one palm. This internal strength is enough to be among the first-class masters.

Xie Chenyan seemed to have just come back to his senses, striding over, seeing Shen Menghan's white clothes stained with blood, he was anxious to check if he was injured.Muttered: "Brother Meng Han."

Shen Meng said coldly: "This is your blood."

Xie Chenyan realized later that he felt a sharp pain in his arm just now, and he couldn't even hold the sword steadily, and fell to the ground with a "clang".

Xinzi stepped forward to bandage the wound for him, but fortunately it was only a skin trauma, the blood flowed a little more, but did not hurt the bones.

Shen Menghan didn't speak, and there was no smile on his face, Xie Chenyan lowered his head, rubbing the dust on the ground with his toes.

Shen Menghan was angry, he knew it.

Even when he was angry, he was calm, his face was calm, his peach blossom eyes were half drooped, and his thin lips were pursed into a line.

Shen Menghan didn't get angry with him easily, and it was rare for him to show his face, Xie Chenyan couldn't help feeling terrified.

After a long silence, Xixuan came down from the mountain, seeing the blood on Shen Menghan's body, his pupils shrank slightly.

Xin Zi made a rescue and said: "Xiao Xie was injured just now in order to save the young master."

Xie Chenyan lowered his head and remained silent.

He was obviously very happy just now, but now he looks uncomfortable.

Shen Menghan sighed, beckoned him over, led him up the mountain, and said softly: "Go, Xiaoyan, go to Fenglang Temple, and offer incense to General Ji."

Xie Chenyan raised his head suddenly, his eyes sparkling: "You asked me to kill Yang Jin, is it because of my mother?"

Shen Menghan slapped his hands, everyone said that Xie Chenyan was a little fool, a little lunatic, but in fact he was more transparent than anyone else.

Shen Menghan led him to the temple and said to Xie Chenyan: "Look, this wolf temple is tall and wide, with many attics, and the forest above the third mountain gate is deep and dense. Your lightness kung fu is not bad, and your subordinates No, but it shouldn't be difficult for you to hide your own soldiers here, who have been hidden from the temple blessings and investigations."

"When Yang enters the shrine to offer incense, there must not be many people with him. When offering incense, the guards will lower their eyes to show their piety. You are familiar with Yang Jin's sword technique. At this time, the assassination will definitely get twice the result with half the effort."

"If you can succeed with a single sword, you can withdraw from the Fenglang Temple while others don't react in time. Ajia and Ayi have smoke bombs in their hands, and you must go down the mountain faster than Yang Jin's men, and Abing and Ading have already checked. On the small path up the mountain, they will meet you at the third mountain gate, and going down the mountain is also very easy."

Xie Chenyan looked at him, and nodded like a chicken pecking rice: "Okay!"

Looking into his eyes, you can tell that his mind is elsewhere, Shen Menghan couldn't help laughing, stroked the top of his head, and said in a warm voice: "You can't just promise, you have to remember."

Xie Chenyan said: "Okay, then wait a bit."

He took out a booklet from his arms, spread it out on the confession case outside the temple, and took the pen from the temple, ready to write quickly.

Shen Menghan couldn't help helping his forehead, and quickly stopped him, not allowing him to use his injured hand: "Forget it, I'll remember it when I get back, first come and burn incense for General Ji."

As for Yang Jin, he is also a rather strange person. Ji Chao was framed to death by him, but his name was still concealed by him because of his outstanding martial arts, and he was quietly enshrined in the Fenglang Temple.

Perhaps this is the case when generals meet each other, and Yang Jin has been under Ji Chao for many years, and they have put on armor and fought together, and lived and died together.

He is also a teacher, a father and a friend.

But once they turned against each other, in the end it was the end of blood spattering in Zhaodu.

Therefore, there are disputes over positions, interests, and power, as well as respect for their martial arts and achievements.

Why not when people communicate with each other?

Shen Menghan stood outside Fenglang Temple with eyes downcast, saw Xie Chenyan put three sticks of incense on Ji Chao, clapped his palms together and murmured something, then knelt down and kowtowed three times, and ran out in a hurry: "It's done!"

Shen Menghan couldn't laugh or cry.