In the majestic palace, Song Zhi walked out of Hongyou Hall. It was dusk. The gray stone road in front of the hall was white with moonlight, and the golden patterns on the imperial road showed nobility.

Song Zhi looked up at the moonlight, his eyebrows frowned, and the cold mist spit out from his thin lips, murmured:

"Do you only recognize the support..."

Shaking his head, Song Zhi didn't think about these things for the time being. Now that the battle is about to happen, he will think about how to win first.

Dada, dada,

Just as Song Zhi lowered his head and thought slowly, a calm and soothing footsteps came towards him. Song Zhi looked up when he heard the sound, and was stunned when he saw the person coming.

This is a slender man in a gold and silver robe. He has long hair tied with his hairpin and an indescribable heroic spirit. He just walked around casually and glanced at him casually, which made Song Zhi subconsciously stop.

This is a sense of awe among warriors, which is very different from the oppression of ordinary first-class masters. This person is obviously extraordinary. In addition to you, the last time he brought Song Zhi this feeling was Huo Yuanlong.

He is...?

This person's pace did not diminish, and he seemed to be passing by like this. However, when he walked a step behind Song Zhi, he stopped, and then slowly turned his head and looked at Song Zhi.

"Mr. Song." He spoke with a light tone and calm face:

"Today's battle really makes people look at it."

Song Zhi blinked when he heard this, but he didn't expect that this person was very polite, so he bowed and said, "You are so apologizing, but you still don't know if you are..."

"My name is He Wenzhan."

He Wenzhan looked at Song Zhi's face. His face looked more and more moving, as if it was more beautiful than during the day. But why did he never hear her name as such a proud genius?

After all, I was far away in southern Xinjiang for too long and I don’t know much about the general trend of the world...

Seeing Song Zhi's brows stretched a little, He Wenzhan narrowed his eyes and asked, "Do you recognize me?"

Song Zhi nodded. He had heard Zhu Wushi mention He Wenzhan mentioned at the Yuanqing Teahouse in the City of Never Sleeping. Later, he also heard of this famous name several times, but this was the first time I met him.

Well... except for being taller, more handsome and more prominent in temperament, there seems to be nothing special about it.

Unlike He Wucheng, He Wenzhan is the son of Prince Gui and the general of Dayuan Kingdom. It is a foregone conclusion that his son will inherit his father's business in the future. There is even a title of two kings circulating among the people.

"It turned out to be an unparalleled general. He has long been famous for his reputation. Today, he saw it, and it turns out to be very heroic." Song Zhi bowed again.

He Wenzhan smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, and after a moment of silence, he responded: "Mr. Song is also an unparalleled face, and a woman is not as good as a man."

Song Zhi's mouth froze. Are you a woman? If you can't speak, don't talk and pretend to be a master?

Little did he know that He Wenzhan was serious in his life, and he did not praise someone for more than a palm, and he asked him to praise someone's appearance only once.

Seeing that He Wenzhan had no intention of leaving, Song Zhi had to continue replying:

"I wonder if the general is going...?"

He Wenzhan withdrew his gaze and nodded gently, "I have some things to do when I enter the palace. If I have the chance to talk about it next time, I hope Lord Song will continue to boost my great reputation in the next battle."

“That’s natural.”

He Wenzhan didn't say much, and then walked out of the palace. Song Zhi looked at his back and was a little confused. Entering the palace at this time is definitely not a saint, so he is going to see him...

Without thinking too much, Song Zhi continued to walk outside the palace.

He Wenzhan walked on the imperial road of the palace. He was not wearing a general or an official robe, but none of the imperial guards in the imperial city stopped him.

"So many years have passed, and the palace is still unchanged..."

People don’t know that He Wenzhan spent several years in the capital when he was a teenager for some reason. In recent years, he lived in this palace and grew up.

"Brother Zhan!?"

A crisp call suddenly came from behind him. He Wenzhan looked back and smiled, then a figure shook off the servant and ran over. It was Princess Yuan Jing.

"Brother Zhan, why did you enter the palace at this time? Are you here to find me?" Princess Yuan Jing said excitedly and crashed into He Wenzhan's arms.

He Wenzhan rubbed Princess Yuan Jing's head. When he grew up with these princes and princesses, he was naturally regarded as his brothers by them. Especially Princess Yuan Jing admired him very much and had a deep relationship with each other like a brother and sister.

"Xiao'er, you haven't seen each other for many years, you are already a big girl." He Wenzhan's tone was a bit contrary to his handsome appearance. When he saw Princess Yuan Jing again, his eyes were a little sad.

"What's wrong? Xiaoer is also Brother Zhan's sister when she grows up."

Xiao Xiao looked up and smiled and said, "Brother Zhan, are you here to find my father?"

"No." He Wenzhan had a headache and asked back, "But you, the smell of earth, have you sneaked out of the palace again?"

"Ah..." Princess Yuan Jing was immediately a little nervous. He Wenzhan patted her on the shoulder and chuckled:

"It's okay, it's no longer the past. You are a princess, and it's hard for anyone to take care of you if you want to do anything."

"I have some things to deal with, so you can go back to the palace first. I will not be in a hurry to leave the capital in the past few days, and I will have a chance to talk about it again."

Princess Yuan Jing pursed her lips. The world only knew that He Wenzhan had an unparalleled style and had a brilliant record of killing demons and eliminating demons, but she didn't know that he was also humble and loyal, and she was not as arrogant as a young man.

Therefore, Xiao Xiao always obeys the words of this brother with different surnames, and is more respectful than to his own brother. He nodded and said, "Then Xiao'er will go back. Brother Zhan must come to see me next time."

"must."

After Princess Yuan Jing left, He Wenzhan stopped for a long time before breathing out a long breath. His brows frowned and seemed to be in hesitation. Finally, his eyes were calm and he walked in one direction with his hands behind his back.

That is the direction of the Eastern Palace.

...

A few days before the decisive battle, Song Zhi was temporarily staying in the farmyard where the sect master lived in the small farmhouse where the sect master lived, and he did not leave the house. Under the instruction of the Imperial Heaven Supervision, all those who wanted to meet Song Zhi were turned away and were free and at ease.

But something is a little different. Jiang Yazhen came to say goodbye last night and she was leaving Beijing.

Song Zhi was a little surprised. Logically, she should have stayed to watch her last battle, but Jiang Yazhen didn't explain it in detail, so she was not inconvenient to ask more questions.

Until today, Zhu Wushi, Xiang Ding, Xia Xiye and Su Lun came to visit. Song Zhi was inexplicably forced to cook, but he took the opportunity to pull Zhu Wushi to the kitchen and inquire about Jiang Yazhen.

"You don't know, how did this marquis know." Zhu Wushi frowned and asked.

"Impossible. Didn't you ask her twice that day if she was going back to the East God Clan??"

"....so what?"

"It's really not interesting! Did you not say it on purpose??" Song Zhi raised the spatula, as if you didn't honestly tell your brother that we wouldn't fry the food.

At this time, Xiang Ding and others who were attracted by the smell came to the kitchen to see the dishes. When Xiang Ding saw Song Zhi's appearance, he immediately patted his head and went forward and said, "Oh, why are Lord Song angry? You can't say this nonsense, you can't let the dishes go without stir-frying them."

"Oh, just tell me the Marquis." Song Zhi knew that Zhu Wushi was not good at it, so he had to ask again in a low voice. This is not a huge secret. You made me very curious!

Xia Xiye also walked in. She came to Song Zhi and looked at the iron pot stewed goose in the pot. Her eyes lit up and said, "Wow, Song Zhi, you can actually cook, you are so amazing."

"Um... so delicious!!"

Seeing Xiang Ding helping Zhu Wushi speak, Song Zhi slowly lowered his arm, continued to stir-fry the bottom of the pan reluctantly, and said to Xia Xiye:

"Although this iron pot is not difficult to stew big goose, you must be willing to add enough seasonings to make it delicious, otherwise if you don't have oil and salt, you will ruin a big, white and tender goose..."

Several people heard that Song Zhi was teasing Zhu Wushi and said that he was unmannerable. Su Lun was a man who knew how to look at Zhu Wushi. Zhu Wushi frowned and shook his head and walked out of the kitchen. The sound of Song Zhikkang shoveling iron pot was left.

Sitting in the courtyard, several people feasted around the big pot. Song Zhi rolled up his sleeves and started to chew, thinking that it was still the fragrance he made himself.

"By the way, is there any news these days?"

Su Lun put down the bowls and chopsticks, paused, "That's what you said... Lord Song, this northern border has been performing martial arts recently. I heard that Yan Shu has been fighting with first-class masters recently, striving to meet the best condition. There is a lot of noise, so you have to be careful."

"Do you fight with a first-grade master..." Song Zhi lowered the goose wings in his hand and murmured.

"And there."

"There is also that all the missions of the Eastern God Kingdom left Beijing first, and Jiang Chengyan seemed to set off earlier." Su Lun continued, just like a Little News.

Song Zhi nodded. He really had never seen Jiang Chengyan after the first battle. For some reason, he was handsome, but he wanted to tie him up and punch him twice when he saw him.

"First-grade master..."

Song Zhi narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Zhu Wushi of Wa Tang.

Just like that, Song Zhi had another coach in the next two days, which was Zhu Wushi. In addition to failing to achieve the state of being free and free, he was already qualified to challenge the first-class master.

At least compared to Yan Shu, Zhu Wushi must be a strong opponent.

In the small courtyard full of farm vegetables, two figures face each other from afar.

The breeze blows across his face, blowing his hair, white robe and black clothes, jade sword and invisible qi movements against each other.

"Slow down." Song Zhi closed his eyes and suddenly spoke.

Zhu Wushi stood straight and silently.

Song Zhi then slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes were calm: "Before the battle, I will only say some words once, and I will not mention them again in the future..."

Zhu Wushi frowned and nodded, "Say."

“That’s…”

Song Zhi slowly drew his sword while speaking. The sword that Chengying Sword was unsheathed was slowly and powerful. He pointed the sword at the vegetable field beside him. Song Zhi spoke, "Don't burn my vegetable garden."

Zhu Wushi: "..."

Swish!

Song Zhi took action, and a layer of frost shot straight from his feet. His toes slid out slightly and almost against the ground. The sword in his hand surrounded him and turned around and turned into a sharp afterimage to attack Zhu Wushi.

Zhu Wushikeng pulled out Yan Tomb and slashed it with one hand. At the same time, a layer of fire fog under his feet forced the thin and unseen frost.
To be continued...