As the sun sets, the afterglow of the setting sun shines on a grass in the east courtyard of the King of Jin's mansion. Yang Yuanqing is full of armor and stands intently holding a spear. He swings his long spear, and the shadow of the spear flies. The blade of the spear jumps like a fire under the sunset. He gradually looks like a fire. His spear shadow becomes faster and faster, and gradually turns into a ball of fire burning.

Yang Yuanqing was fully focused. His spear technique did not have any tricks. At that time, Yuwen Chengdu gave him only sixteen-character formulas. He finally understood the essence of the sixteen-character formulas.

There are no tricks on the battlefield, the battle situation changes continuously, and the tricks change continuously, but they are always the same. As long as he understands the sixteen-character mantra, he will be a top master of using spears.

Yang Yuanqing always felt that this was a bit like the Dugu Jiujian in the Swordsman, and it was indeed the case.

Tomorrow is the day of a decisive battle. He did not dare to be careless at all, nor did he underestimate the enemy at all. After all, He Ruobi is recognized as the fifth of the nine generals in the army, and has excellent martial arts skills. Although He Ruobi is over 60 years old, Yang Yuanqing seems to have the advantage of being young, and the rumors in the fangzhong are also rumored, but Yang Yuanqing knows in his heart that a true master can often find the outcome within one or two moves. At this time, physical strength is not important, what is important is speed, strength and experience.

Yang Yuanqing took a move, and in an instant, the shadow of the spear disappeared. He inserted the long spear heavily into the soil. Then he turned around and smiled at Yang Zhao who had been standing behind him for a long time: "Let Your Highness wait for a long time."

Yang Zhao applauded gently and praised sincerely: "It's really amazing!"

Yang Zhao is obese and does not suit his martial arts practice, but he is knowledgeable and can tell the level of martial arts. Yang Yuanqing's martial arts really amazed him.

Sitting down on a big rock next to you. Yang Zhao patted the empty seat beside him, "Sit down! I have something to say to you."

Yang Yuanqing took a towel and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He walked slowly to Yang Zhao and sat down and smiled: "Actually, it's just a look for the feel. If you really fight him, you will probably only need two or three moves to see the difference."

Yang Zhao frowned, "Yuan Qing, although it is meaningless to say it now, my original intention is that this kind of gambling is a bad custom of the Xianbei people. If you are a Han Chinese, you can ignore his tricks."

Yang Yuanqing shook his head, "This has nothing to do with the nation. The hatred between me and him is too deep. It is true that life and death must be done."

"But you are less than sixteen years old, and he has enjoyed enough wealth and glory. This is too unfair to you." Yang Zhao sighed.

"Your Highness, why would it be me who lost?"

Yang Yuanqing smiled and said, "I'm very confident. I think he must be defeated."

"Tell me, why are you confident?" Yang Zhao asked with a smile.

Yang Yuanqing said lightly: "It's very simple. His knife has been soaked in the Gentle Village. I have just returned from the bloody battle on the battlefield. My murderous aura has not faded."

“It makes sense!”

Yang Zhao nodded with praise, he pondered for a moment, and then slowly said: "The father sent someone to deliver a letter just now. He has a few more words to add, and I will explain to you again......

In the Qi Palace, Chen Zhiwei, the aide of King Yang Hung of Qi, rushed into the palace. He walked quickly and came to Yang Hung's study room after a moment. The study room door was closed. He was about to knock on the door, but two Yang Hung's close-fitting guards stopped him and shook their heads at him. Chen Zhiwei was stunned. He suddenly heard the laughter of a woman from the room, and immediately understood. He quickly stood beside him and waited.

After about a quarter of an hour, the door opened, and a young woman with slightly messy hair walked out quickly, her face flushed and she was still shocked. This woman was the sister of Princess Qi and married the son of General Yuanshou. Why did she get involved with King Qi?

"Who is outside?" The question from King Yang Hung of Qi came from the room.

"It's subordinate, Chen Zhiwei."

"Come in!"

Chen Zhiwei walked into the study quickly, and there was a disgusting smell in the study. When Chen Zhiwei thought of what had happened in this room, his nose couldn't help but thrust. Yang Qing sat behind the table and looked at him coldly.

Yang Ming's cold eyes made Chen Zhiwei chill. He hurriedly bowed and said, "Bi Zhi has received the latest news. The life-and-death battle between He Ruobi and Yang Yuanqing will be a joint force."

"what else?"

"And Yang Yuanqing is now living in the Jin Palace."

Yang Ming's face calmed down a little, and said, "I already know this, I want to know if He Ruobi and the others have any other means?"

"It shouldn't be, our people said that He Ruobi was practicing martial arts hard in the mansion today."

"snort!"

Yang Qing sneered disdainfully, "I usually play with women until I feel soft, but now I remember to practice martial arts. It's too late!"

"Your Highness, do you want us to take action? Help a group of He Ruobi and let him kill Yang Yuanqing directly."

Yang Ting stood up and walked a few steps behind his back. He felt very conflicted. Yang Yuanqing lived in Yang Zhao's mansion, which made him feel a potential threat. He knew Yang Su's weight well. Once Yang Su was really pulled to the side of King Jin because of his grandson Yang Yuanqing, it would be very unfavorable to him. It would be great if he could use He Ruobi's hands to kill Yang Yuanqing and eliminate this potential danger.

But Yang Ming was thinking about another thing. He heard that his father had intervened in this battle in some way. If his affairs were not intimate and he knew that he was secretly manipulating the matter, he might cause his father to be extremely angry and even more unfavorable to him.

Yang Ming weighed the pros and cons in his heart, and felt very conflicted. Chen Zhiwei knew Yang Ming’s concerns very well. He smiled and offered advice: "Actually, Yang Yuanqing is just the concubine of the Yang family. As far as he knows, he has been alone since he was a child, and the Yang family does not like him. The reason why he lives in the King of Jin’s Mansion today is because he can’t stay in the Yang Mansion. Your Highness might as well make a fuss about it and reduce his influence on Yang Su, so I feel more secure."

Chen Zhiwei's strategy was called cutting off the firewood from the cauldron, which made Yang Ming very satisfied. Moreover, Yang Yuanqing should be back to Dali City soon, so he really didn't have to take it too seriously.

He nodded, "We should not participate in this life-and-death battle. We can stay out of the matter, but Yang Su has to fight for it and use snacks. We must find a way to get Yang Su to support me."

"I understand, I will find another way."

"Wait a minute!"

Just as Chen Zhiwei was about to leave, Yang Hing called him again and said coldly: "The little housekeeper in He Ruobi's mansion. Kill him!"

Chen Zhiwei couldn't help but shivered. It was this little butler who told He Ruobi that Yang Yuanqing had returned to Beijing. He had just bought it yesterday. Will he kill it today? Chen Zhiwei dared not argue, so he agreed and slowly retreated.

Yang Qing's eyes fell on a jade horn on the table again. He picked up the jade horn. He weighed it lightly, and couldn't help but put it in front of his nose and sniffed it. A proud smile appeared on his face.

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In the past twenty years, He Ruobi has never focused on martial arts as much as he is today. In the Houhuā Garden, He Ruobi wore a purple warrior robe and a golden crown on his head. He danced a large sword with a pandoor so that the wind was loud and the sword was as bright as snow.

He Ruobi is 60 years old this year, but he is still strong in muscles and bones, and has excellent martial arts skills, especially outstanding archery skills. Five years ago, he competed with the Turks. He shot a bird feather on the wall with an arrow a hundred steps away, which impressed the Turks and made Yang Jian highly appreciate it.

Although He Ruobi had high martial arts skills, he had a bad character. He had a bad temper and was reckless. He was particularly narrow-minded and would revenge his grudges. In the ninth year of Kaihuang, he and Han Qinhu attacked the capital of the Southern Dynasty at the same time. When he attacked the palace, He Ruobi was slower and was caught by Han Qinhu first. He Ruobi was furious and drew his sword several times to fight for Han Qinhu's duel.

He refused to let go of a small military achievements, let alone the hatred of killing his son. Yang Yuanqing left Beijing to the north. The deep hatred of killing his son had been deposited in He Ruobi's heart for more than a month. This time, Yang Yuanqing returned to Beijing again, and the fire of hatred in his heart burst out again.

He Ruobi danced an 80-pound heavy knife, and there was a wooden stake in front of him. At this time, the wooden stake gradually turned into Yang Yuanqing in his eyes. He was so angry that he was about to spit out fire. He roared and slashed in the waist. With a 'Click!', the wooden stake was split into two pieces. He Ruobi inserted the big knife to the ground, laughing proudly. It seemed that Yang Yuanqing was chopped into two pieces by him.

A plump maid quickly brought the wooden plate and raised a bowl of butterfly in front of him. He Ruobi picked up the butterfly and drank it dry. Mao shrugged his hands but penetrated into the maid's lapel and kneaded his plump xiōng breasts hard. The maid's face turned red and she shouted softly, "Master!"

He Ruobi then found that his eldest son He Ruosheng was standing behind him. He had to pull his hand back and asked unhappily: "What's the matter?"

He Ruosheng saw a scene that he shouldn't have seen, and he bowed and said, "Father, the Marquis of Pingxiang is here, waiting in the study outside."

"I see!"

He Ruobi took a towel from the plate and wiped his sweat, threw it to the maid, and then went out to the study room. He Ruosheng took a few steps, followed his father, and said behind him: "Father, why not let the child go tomorrow!"

"you?"

He Ruobi looked back at his son and snorted, "Your martial arts is not even as good as an ordinary general. He wants to fight with Yang Yuanqing. Aren't you going to die?"

"But my father is old, if he has three or two shorts..."

"Enough!"

He Ruobi interrupted his son unhappily, "Don't say this nonsense now!"

After pausing, he said coldly again: "If I die, you will naturally inherit my title. What are you worried about?"

He Ruosheng dared not say anything. He was so old that his father was so old that he had to fight for life and death with a young general. He felt embarrassed.

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He Ruobi pushed the door and entered the study. In the study, a middle-aged man was drinking tea slowly. He Ruobi didn't like to drink tea. There was the best méng top tea in his house, which was usually used to entertain guests.

When the middle-aged man saw He Ruobi come in, he quickly got up and bowed with a smile, "It seems that Brother He Ruo is very confident!"

The middle-aged man named Dugu Zheng, is the seventh son of Dugu Xin, a famous general of the Northern Zhou Dynasty. He is fifty years old this year and is appointed as the governor of Youzhou. He returned to Beijing for a temporary retreat because Yang Liang rebelled. It was him who went to Yang Advise, and Dou Kang, the general manager of Youzhou, was suspected of colluding with Yang Liang.

The Dugu family can be called the first family of the Guanlong nobles, not only because Dugu Xin was the pillar of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, but also because Empress Yang Jian Dugu Jialuo was Dugu Xin's daughter, the Dugu family was particularly favored in the early Sui Dynasty. Dugu Xin's eight sons and dozens of grandchildren were either high-ranking officials of the court, or held important positions in the army and held great military power.

The Dugu family and the He Ruo family are family friends and have in-laws. He Ruobi's second son, He Ruobi's dead, married the daughter of the Dugu family.

He Ruobi nodded, "Shilang, please sit down!"

The two of them sat down with the guest and host, Dugu Jin took out something from his bag beside him and put it on the table, and smiled and said, "This is for you."

He Ruobi's eyes lit up suddenly.

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Chapter completed!