Quickly wear cute girls to fight against five, and the villains form a group to protect them

The Turkic king and his two brothers died, and the Turks could no longer reverse the defeat.

Soon, the Turkic troops withdrew.

The Song Dynasty led a group of Jianghu people to beat the lost dogs so hard that they no longer had the courage to come to the Central Plains.

The war ended sooner than expected, but no matter how victorious the war was, death was inevitable.

When each sect returned, there were several eye-catching coffins among them.

Several cities on the border were seriously damaged.

But as long as people gather together, prosperity will surely blow with the spring breeze, blowing every piece of land green.

………………over………………

My name is Wang Qi.

Since I was born, my grandfather has treated me like a precious pearl.

His eyes would often fall on my lower body, and then he would grin and grin.

As I grow up, I understand.

My grandfather is the owner of Jinsha Sect, and he is an only son.

My father is the son of the sect leader, and he is also an only son.

I am the grandson of the sect owner, and I am still an only son.

This is what others say, three generations of single generation.

My father has been weak since he was born. Let alone inheriting the Jinsha Sect, he cannot carry a bag of sand.

Although he was in poor health, he had a stubborn temper.

When it came time to marry, he rejected a group of women my grandfather had selected for him who were said to be good at getting children.

I chose my mother resolutely.

Although my mother is just a tofu seller.

My grandfather disagrees, firmly disagrees.

He said that my mother looked like bean sprouts and looked very similar to my grandma. She would not be able to give birth to a healthy son.

Because of this sentence, my grandma didn't let my grandpa enter the bedroom for half a month.

My father also vomited blood and was bedridden for half a month.

Half a month later, my grandfather had no choice but to compromise.

Fortunately, my birth two years later made him happy again.

I have grown tall and strong since I was a child. My grandfather always took me with him and raised me as an heir.

There is no such thing as sweet talk but dirty hands, there is no such thing as cutting off the root of the problem, and there is no such thing as being harmless and unworthy of a husband.

This is his philosophy of life, and he wants to pass it on to me.

When I was young, I believed it.

As a result, he is a good and obedient grandson to his grandfather every day during the day.

When I got home, my parents treated me like a rebellious child who deserved a spanking.

In fact, for a long time, I wanted them to have a good exchange based on my educational issues.

Otherwise I feel like I am almost splitting into two people.

But because my father insisted on marrying my mother, the father and son quarreled when they were together.

This matter can only be left alone.

Right and wrong, right and wrong.

This has become the biggest problem for me on the road to growth.

Until then.

My good brother Song Yichao at the time asked me for help.

Brothers are loyal. I heard that his sister was being bullied, so of course I had to help.

And actually, I quite like his sister.

She always smiled brightly, as if she had nothing to worry about.

People have called me brother Wang Qi since I was a child. I also dreamed of telling my grandfather to marry her when I grew up.

I heard that she was beaten, so I followed Song Yichao without saying a word.

Until he brought back a little girl.

The little girl was such a small ball and looked soft (although I later learned that it was all an illusion).

She just looked at me, unfazed, her eyes were like a mirror, reflecting my confusion and panic.

Rejection is the same as the bottom line. Once it is clear, it becomes much easier.

That night, with the sweet and sour reward on my tongue, I clarified my thoughts and determined the path I wanted to take.

It was also that night that I became what my grandfather called an unfilial son.

I don’t care, right is right and wrong is wrong.

I struggled for many years whether to listen to my grandfather or my parents.

Finally I decided to listen to myself.

I would rather be as straight as a ruler than have any more wavering.

When I heard that there was a war in the north, I immediately went to find my grandfather with a dagger.

For a grandfather who is obsessed with inheriting the bloodline, holding a dagger under my crotch is more useful than holding it around my neck.

He was reluctant, but finally went with me.

He was cursing at first, but the further north he went, the more silent he became.

He gradually became less like the grandfather I knew.

He would pick up the children whose parents died tragically with trembling hands, would let people bury the bones on the roadside, would fight for injuries, and would not let the Turks kidnap the wives and daughters of the people.

He would also lead other brothers to drive out for more than ten miles and kill all the Turkic soldiers who fled after robbing the people.

He is still like before, patting my shoulder and trying to teach me something.

But nothing could be said.

Maybe he realized that his philosophy of life was no longer applicable to the current world.

That battle lasted for several months, and many, many people died.

Until finally he died under the siege of the Turks.

The sentence of beating the old master to death with random punches was originally a joke.

But it was happening vividly before my eyes.

He protected me and protected his only grandson with his body.

He is still the old man who pays attention to bloodline inheritance.

But he hasn't had time to see me get married and have children.

After my grandfather died, I led my brothers and sisters to fight back like crazy.

We killed like red eyes, sealed up the grief in our hearts, and used the blood of our enemies to pay tribute.

When our group of people went deep behind enemy lines without hesitation and were besieged layer by layer.

I saw many people coming to meet us.

Among them are grandpa's friends and his lifelong enemies.

Elder Xu of Wu Daofeng is the person my grandfather always told me to be wary of.

He said he was cunning and selfish.

But that day I saw him, he didn’t even put on the shoes on his feet.

While waving his sword, he cut off all the enemies at his feet while muttering: "You old bastard! Why were you killed by these beasts! I haven't fought you enough, I haven't fought you enough..."

My cries that day could probably be heard throughout the battlefield.

Grandpa, look, you are wrong again, and you still have to reflect on it.

But you...

Yes, why were you killed by them?

After that battle, the Turks declared a truce.

They sent envoys to talk to us in detail.

And the envoy is the girl I once longed for.

After she went missing, I actually looked for her for a long time.

I heard a lot about her at first.

I know she may not be the same little girl I remember.

But what can I say, I am still worried that she will suffer and starve somewhere.

Until she appeared wearing Turkic clothes and riding a tall horse.

That day, I remember it was my grandfather’s first birthday.

That day, I was completely lost.

She seems to be living a good life, much more respectable than my senior sisters.

But when I saw her, my eyes felt like they were pricked by needles.

Senior sisters and junior sisters usually love beautiful girls, but now they are wallowing in blood and stains, and they can't tell the difference from their brothers and sisters.

Her request for peace was rejected by Alliance Leader Song.

She left with a look of resentment, and I could no longer find the shadow of the little girl with a bright smile.