Infinite Heroes Seat

On the Yangtze River, a large ship with sails is slowly drifting along with the waves.

Both sides of the strait are a patch of low green mountains, and there are faint sounds of animals crying between layers of mountains, and everything seems quiet and peaceful.

At the bow of the ship, the three of them were sitting there drinking, chatting while enjoying the scenery of the two shores.

Then I saw one of the seventeen or eighteen-year-old young sons who smiled slightly and said: "I don’t know how the brother Dao is thinking about the next proposal? As long as you and I join hands, this Jiangnan will be at your fingertips, and the Han room will be restored in the Central Plains in the future. It’s not too difficult to rule by!"

The young man on the opposite side just showed a bitter smile. He was half a head taller than ordinary people. He was dressed in Confucian clothes, but he was not weak in literature. He was handsome, handsome, and handsome. He was a rare and beautiful man. Of course, this It also depends on who he is compared with. The seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy opposite him, although he behaves a little bit lightly, but both in appearance and temperament are above him.

"Mr. Mo Wen, my father needs to make an idea about this matter. I don’t want to tell my son, now my Song family is divided into two factions, the main battle, the main and the two factions, but none of them can be affirmed by my father. It's too early!"

As soon as his voice fell, the middle-aged man beside him let out a cold snort.

"My Song family has been operating Lingnan for a long time, and its soldiers, food, food, and property are innumerable. At this time, the world is about to be in chaos. This is the best time to rejuvenate the Song family. Cooperate with Lord Mo. This is the south of the Yangtze River that we are waiting for. The world, no matter how bad it is, can still be equal to the Northerners. It's just that you people don't want to make progress, which has delayed the great opportunity!"

The bitter smile on Song Shidao's face was even stronger. Looking at the burly middle-aged man with a sharp sword hanging on his waist, he said, "Uncle Zhi, have you forgotten his father's instructions?"

The middle-aged man smashed his mouth, but in the end he said nothing.

But Mo Wen held up the wine glass. He took a sip, then smiled and said, "I wonder what Mr. Song Que ordered when he came, can you tell me something?"

Song Shidao and Song Zhi glanced at each other, and then Song Shidao said: "You don't want to hide this from Young Master Mo. I came from Lingnan to do two things. One is to visit Young Master Mo and the other. To discuss the possibility of cooperation, the other is to bring a sentence for my father to son Mo Wen."

Master Song took a deep breath and looked at Mo Wen with scorching eyes.

"My father said that he had carved Lord Mo's name on the sharpening stone in the Grinding Hall. Lord Mo is always welcome to Songjia Mountain City at any time."

"Whetstone?"

Mo Wen smiled softly. The whetstone was the stone on which Song Que engraved the name of his next opponent. However, as his martial arts became more prosperous in recent years, all those carved on the whetstone were defeated. Over time. This sharpening stone has made Song Que's reputation, and the top masters are afraid of it.

Mo Wen was not surprised when he heard that he was selected by Song Que. Instead, he glanced at Song Shidao, "I heard that Brother Song has a younger sister who is not yet married?"

Song Shidao's complexion changed slightly, and then he smiled bitterly: "Yes, my sister Yuzhi is waiting in her boudoir, my father said before he came. If Mr. Mo intends to ask for a kiss, he needs to do one thing first."

"What's the matter?"

"Exterminate Shen Xingfa and Lin Shihong."

Mo Wen chuckles. "Mr. Song Que really looks up to me. Are these two important forces in the south of the Yangtze River?" But he was noncommittal about this condition.

He gently touched his chin, "The other two people who are going to visit is Li Mi, I think his marriage condition is to unify Wagang and take Luoyang!"

Song Shidao nodded, "My son Mingjian! My father said, whoever fulfills her own requirements first, the younger sister Yuzhi will marry into someone's family, and my Song family will cooperate with whom."

Picking up the wine glass on the table, Mo Wen drank it, "It seems that I am really going to the north. I think it is a good choice to kill Li Mihui first."

Hearing this, Song Shidao and Song Zhi's complexion suddenly became extremely ugly. Nowadays, they can be put into the eyes of Song Clan and think that they can dominate the world, except for Li Mi, and even Li Mi's situation in the world is even more affected. They were optimistic that if Mo Wen had the status of this martial arts master, I am afraid Song Clan would not have made a choice between the two, but the premise of all this is that Mo Wen himself would not act, and with Mo Wen’s martial arts, Even Ning Dodge was defeated by him, so how could Li Mi save his life?

But Mo Wen shot and killed Li Mi, but no one of Song Clan wanted to see this situation. After all, this was the unified vein of the Han Dynasty.

Seeing the slightly changed faces of the two opposite people, Mo Wen just chuckled, "Just kidding, I don't think I will take any action before Yang Guang's death!"

"what?"

Then he saw his expression change, and smiled and said to Song Shidao: "Brother, it looks like another distinguished guest has arrived today."

Just above the surface of the river, there was another boat approaching, with two people standing on the bow.

One of them was tall, straight and well-proportioned, handsome, with a bamboo hat on his head, but he was dressed as a scholar, with a folding fan in his hand.

The other was dressed in a light blue gown, tied with a scribe's bun, and the posture was leisurely and elegant, overlooking the clear stream, calmly and calmly. The elegant ancient sword hung on her back, adding to her three-point heroic spirit, and also reminding others that she has the unparalleled swordsmanship in the world.

Although the man in the blue shirt is dressed in men's clothing, anyone with a discerning eye can see that he is the incarnation of a woman, and she is also a big beauty. The stunning face without powder, the graceful and graceful temperament, coupled with the beautiful eyes that are half of the sun rising in the morning glow, the whole person is like a goddess in Luoshui, mysterious and elegant, making people unable to feel the slightest sense of profanity. , Men's clothing not only does not detract from its natural beauty, but also adds a little bit of heroism.

"In Xia Qinchuan! I'm here to visit Master Song and Master Mo Wen, I don't know if I can board the ship to see you!"

There was a distance of more than ten feet between the ship, and the beauty in the green shirt suddenly spoke up~www.wuxiamtl.com~ The voice is not high, but it can be clearly transmitted to the ears of the people on the ship, showing her profound martial arts. .

Song Shidao glanced at Mo Wen and saw that he had no objection, then he got up and shouted.

"Meeting is a fate, please get on the boat for the two of you!"

The two boats passed by, and then they saw the two men leaping slightly to the bow of the Song family.

"In Xia Qinchuan, I met two of you!"

The woman in the green shirt gave a polite, indescribably dusty and elegant.

And the person next to him also folded the fan and smiled: "Hou Xibai, I have seen two of you!"

"So you are Hou Xibai!"

Before Song Shidao came back, Mo Wen spoke first, and saw his eyes narrowed slightly, looking up and down Hou Xibai, and then he smiled happily.

"It just happens to be in a bad mood, you can make me beat up and be happy!" (To be continued...)