Since the fall of Xiangyang, the only natural barrier in the Song Dynasty that could stop the Jin people was the Yangtze River. If the Jin people crossed this Tianhe River, then with the current morale in the south, they would never be able to withstand the ferocious Jin people.

As the most important city on the Yangtze River, Wuchang naturally became the place where Yue Fei garrisoned his troops. After getting permission from the imperial court with his petition to "Begging for the Restoration of Xiangyang Zhazi", the army had just been expanded, with the help of Niu Gao, Dong Xian, Li Dao and others.

The troops of the Yue family traveled through mountains and rivers and arrived here before the Jin people crossed the river.

The name Wuchang began at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty and the beginning of the Three Kingdoms. In order to seize Jingzhou from Liu Bei, Sun Quan moved the capital from Jianye to E County and changed its name to "Wuchang", which means "ruling the country with force and prospering".

This city can be said to be the most important lifeline in the south next to Lin'an. In Wuchang, you can not only appreciate the romance of Chuci, but also feel the prosperity of the Song Dynasty in the past. Shipbuilding, metallurgy, and coin casting are the three representative industries.

It has a high status in Wuchang. However, it is the precious porcelain unique to this place that attracts the most attention to the upper-class nobles, literati and poets.

The cowardice and decline of the imperial court and the luxurious enjoyment of the upper class have brought the porcelain industry to its peak. Wuchang's ceramics are called shadow celadon, also called Ying celadon. Its predecessor is blue and white porcelain. Its glaze is bluish white and elegant, and its glaze is clear and beautiful.

It is clean, the texture is firm and greasy white, and the color is as warm as jade, so it is known as "fake jade".

In "Drunk Flower Yin" written by Yi An, there is a sentence about "jade pillow screen window". The jade pillow refers to the blue and white porcelain pillow.

In the early days of the Song Dynasty, the blue and white porcelain had no patterns and was distinguished by its regular shape and jade-like glaze. After the southern migration, due to the emperor's preference, its decoration began to pay more attention to carvings, including printing, bas-relief, and hollowing out.

, stacked sculptures, elegant and elegant blue and white porcelain glaze with flowers hidden in it, the shadows of the blue porcelain are bright and dark, giving people endless charm.

Now Ji Boyi is sitting with Liu Haichan on a high building near the river, tasting the tea served by Ying Celadon.

The white part shimmers light cyan, and the thick part flashes dark green. It is smooth and fine, crystal clear and as crystal clear as jade. If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, you wouldn't believe that there is such exquisite porcelain in the world.

On the blue and white jade porcelain, just use a comb-type tool to make a few random strokes on the vessel, and then draw a few arcs on it, and a picture of surging water waves appears. Although it is just a few simple strokes,

But it gives people a sense of elegance. The simple composition, coupled with the clear green tea in the bowl, on the bank of the majestic Yangtze River, gave Ji Boyi the illusion of being in the vast Milky Way.

"The Taoist Master is a monk. Fei offered tea instead of wine. I would like to thank the Taoist Master and the younger Taoist Brother for coming all the way this time!"

This time, Liu Haichan rarely changed into a formal suit. The green wide robe was worn on his three-inch figure, giving him a rare sense of elegance. Of course, compared with Ji Boyi next to him, he completely looked down on him.

Bu Chu is a monk.

Standing on the Yellow Crane Tower with his handsome face, smart pupils, and slender figure, he looks like a feathered fairy in the breeze of the river.

The practice of "Zhixuan Pian" made Ji Boyi's temperament become more and more ethereal. The first classic written by Patriarch Chen Tuan himself was used as the basis for his own enlightenment, and he combined the Taoist rhythms of heaven, earth, mountains and rivers while walking, sitting and standing.

Integrating into oneself. The effect may not be visible in terms of martial arts cultivation, but in terms of state of mind, Ji Game increasingly feels like "the unity of nature and man".

Every time he sees the profound Taoist charm in Ji Boyi's body, the meaning in Liu Haichan's eyes becomes more and more complex. This is the only classic that he cannot understand the essence of, so he can only maintain his own part in the world of games.

Leave the worldly state of mind to hone your own Taoism.

Judging from the appearance alone, Ji Youyi is like an immortal in the dust, as vast as if he is relying on the wind to control the wind, as fluttering as if he is independent from the world, and becomes an immortal after becoming an immortal.

So this time when Yue Fei specially entertained the two of them, his eyes were always looking at Ji Boyi, who was his disciple. Even after tidying up his appearance, Liu Haichan's aura of a fake Taoist priest who was struggling in the world of mortals was still clearly visible.

.The experienced general was shocked by Ji Game.

"Marshal, you are so polite. You have to live in coarse cloth and sackcloth for the sake of the Song Dynasty. My hard work is nothing. Now the Song Dynasty has reached the most critical moment. As a Han Chinese, no matter how hard or tired you are at this time, you have to work hard.

Persistence, I only hope that this battle can recover the rivers and mountains and repel the Jin invaders."

Liu Haichan naturally saw the suspicion in Yue Fei's eyes. If Hong Qi had not assured him, Yue Fei would have dismissed him as a charlatan. If anyone else dared to doubt him like this, the old Taoist priest would have

He put on a face, got up and left. But the elegant and heroic middle-aged man with fair face and black beard in front of him made Liu Haichan put away his arrogance and show his sincerity.

"Then, Fei's safety work in the future will be entrusted to the Taoist priest and the younger Taoist brother. The brothers of the Beggar Clan have killed and injured dozens of people in order to save me. Even Brother Hong..."

When Yue Fei said this, a trace of pain and anger appeared on his face. Obviously, he was really angry at the few martial arts people who had taken refuge with the Jin people and assassinated them. He faced the enemy head-on. He asked himself that with the army in hand, he was not afraid of anyone, but

That kind of weird and sinister method of exploiting every opportunity made him, a hero on the battlefield, very uncomfortable. Coupled with his habit of going to the front line in person in every battle, it added countless difficulties to the protection work.

"Why should the Marshal do this? The reason why the brothers of the Beggar Clan are willing to do this is because the last hope of the Song Dynasty lies in the Marshal. As long as the rivers and mountains of the Song Dynasty are restored, their sacrifices will be worth it. Not only

They, the soldiers in the hands of the marshal, the people of the Song Dynasty, including us practitioners, have all had this awakening."

When Ji Boyi said this, he felt that his mentality was becoming more and more agitated and peaceful. In this life, he had already made plans to sacrifice himself to fight against the Jin. When the news that his eldest and second brothers died in the battlefield reached his ears,

At that time, he worked hard for this moment. After more than ten years of hard study, wasn't it just for this moment to bloom?

"Fei... I'm not worthy of it..."

For some reason, Yue Fei always felt like facing a real Taoist monk when it came to Ji Game, and he was convinced but also in awe. The Song Dynasty admired Huang Lao's Taoism, and he had respect for the Taoist priests since he was a child, and he had a kind of respect for Ji Game.

Such Taoists, who are obviously true monks, are even worshiped as gods in some places. For example, Liu Haichan is worshiped as one of the eight immortals in his hometown.

"If the marshal can't do it, then who can the entire Song Dynasty rely on to turn the tide?"

When saying this, Ji Boyi raised the clear green tea in his hand, which looked like the purest jade in the crystal-clear blue and white porcelain bowl.

"Look, God is showing up for the Marshal's expedition."

When he said this, the clear tea in Ji Boyi's hand was spilled out at once, and it poured down from the top of the Yellow Crane Tower like a blue and white stream.

At the same time, the sky was hazy, and the dark clouds that had accumulated for a long time finally released their pattering. Amidst the roar, a shining thunderbolt cut through the black clouds. In the white lightning, Yue Fei's horrified face was clearly visible. Hazy.

The drizzle suddenly turned into a heavy rain.

And amidst the roaring thunderbolts, a sharp sword light fell from the sky, splitting the roof of the building above Yue Fei's head, and stabbed straight towards him. On the other side, with the sound of the rapid rain, several flying swords made of fine steel flew towards him.

Hook silently grabbed the railing beside the building, and seven men in black robes soared into the sky like egrets from the Yangtze River. The slender water thorns in their hands were glowing with green light, and they came from different places.

He threw it out and stabbed Yue Fei in the middle.

"How brave!"

Faced with such a dangerous situation, Yue Fei was furious without any fear. He stood up and was about to draw the long sword from his waist to face the enemy. But at this moment, Liu Haichan frowned and felt a strong pure Yang.

His strength pushed him a step aside.

With a "click" sound, three sharp sword energies broke through the floor and chopped into pieces the wooden chair Yue Fei had just been sitting on.

Three consecutive waves of offensives, layer by layer, seamless. Even if Yue Fei is surrounded by personal guards, he may have a narrow escape. Not to mention that there are only two people around him now, and the closest guard reacts and rushes in to ask for a cup of tea.

Time. With this time, three groups of killers were enough to kill Yue Fei twice.

Although Yue Fei escaped the first wave of assassinations by luckily moving a step, the assassins were not discouraged and immediately launched the second wave of attacks. Four swordsmen formed a group, and together, waves of sword energy were unleashed.

The violent waves surged towards Yue Fei, who was somewhat unsteady on his feet, like an endless river. On the other side, seven men in black threw out the water-splitting thorns in their hands again, intertwining into a large blue net, sealing all the space where Yue Fei could move.

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This is a decisive blow. There are only five people in the world who can avoid this wave of assassinations. Obviously, Yue Fei is not among them. Although he can be called the best person in the world in terms of formation, but in a single fight,

Medium, can only barely be considered first-class.

Fortunately, there is someone here who has the ability to break the situation. It is the simplest, crudest and fastest way to break the situation with force.

Purple rays of light flashed through, like the sun after a shower. Purple air rose from the fingertips of Ji Boyi's right hand holding the blue and white porcelain bowl. With the sound of "pinging and popping", the porcelain bowl, which was smooth and fine and as bright as jade, shattered into pieces.

More than a dozen pieces, purple and elegant, blue and white broken porcelain fragments, like sharp arrows from the string, hit the foreheads of all the assassins.

There was a "plop" sound, and the seven men in black were directly stabbed into the forehead by broken pieces of porcelain. Blood bloomed, and their bodies were carried by the powerful force to the wooden wall, and died.

The four swordsmen were obviously stronger. They swung their swords at the critical moment to protect themselves and blocked the first piece of broken porcelain. However, the strong force made three of them unable to hold the long sword in their hands. They dropped the sword and retreated with blood dripping from the tiger's mouth.

At this moment, the second piece of clear and greasy white porcelain arrived and penetrated the foreheads of the three people without any hindrance, killing them again.

The last one obviously had the best kung fu and excellent swordsmanship. The long sword in his hand roared, echoing with the thunderbolts from the sky. He swung a domineering sword light, shattering the broken pieces of porcelain and using his strength to exit the attic. He wanted to

Jump into the river and escape.

Just when he thought he had escaped, a purple figure appeared in front of him, and a slender white palm with the supreme mysterious power was imprinted on his heart. The incomparable purple energy instantly shattered his protective shield.

The physical sword energy shocked his heart.

After killing the last enemy, Ji Boyi calmly used his palm power to fly back to the Yellow Crane Tower.
Chapter completed!