The real Wan Yanfen was currently lying in a gorgeous and comfortable cell, unconscious, as if dead.
However, Shen Yupei did not come to see Wan Yanfen, but met another person - Yan Fei, the master of [Tingyun Pavilion].
"Pavilion Master Yan." Shen Yupei spoke directly with a hint of respect.
In front of him, Yan Fei, the leader of the mysterious force [Tingyun Pavilion], was standing in front of the gorgeous cell where Wan Yanfen was imprisoned.
She quietly looked at Wan Yanfen who was sealed and unconscious inside.
A pair of amber-red eyes, extremely beautiful.
Her red hair is as voluptuous as fire, and her skin is as fair as snow.
The crimson clothes were wrapped with black silk. They obviously did not use any internal force or other energy, but these silks floated automatically as if they were alive...
Yan Fei's face is coquettish and extremely aggressive, with flaming red lips and a huge hood behind his back, giving him a sense of mystery.
After hearing Shen Yupei's voice, Yan Fei turned around and responded -
"Young Master Shen."
Yan Fei said casually.
At the same time, she slowly raised her right hand, moving her fingers slightly in front of her eyes, as if she was observing the color of her latest fiery red manicure on her fingers.
And Shen Yupei didn't care either.
He knew that Yan Fei, the master of [Tingyun Pavilion], was such a kind and polite person on the surface, but arrogant on the inside.
The fact that she behaves like this in front of him at the moment means that she has a better relationship with him, so she will be less pretentious.
Shen Yupei came to Yan Fei's side and looked at the unconscious person in the gorgeous cell.
Yan Fei suddenly said calmly——
"Is Young Master Shen still unwilling to kill Wanyan Fen?"
"...While he is alive, he will always be like a powder keg to you."
Shen Yupei looked moved.
What Yan Fei said was indeed true, but it was inconsistent with the moral principles in his heart.
He opened his mouth and explained——
"Wan Yanfen, although he is not a good person and he once led a large number of troops to attack our wolf clan, he is not a bad person after all. In his southern territory, many herders think of him well. "
"...I am now pretending to be him and using the power of his men to do things for me. It would be too cruel and inhumane to kill him again."
Listening to Shen Yupei's explanation, Yan Fei felt a little childish.
However, she didn't show it.
"If you continue to cut off, you will be subject to chaos."
Yan Fei finally reminded softly.
The relationship between her and Shen Yupei was just that of trading partners.
Therefore, Yan Fei only gave a little reminder and was not prepared to participate too much.
"Pavilion Master Yan came to see Yu Pei today. I'm afraid he didn't come specifically to ask me to kill Wan Yanfen, right?" Shen Yupei said with deep meaning.
Yan Fei chuckled when he heard this, and then turned around and said -
"Yan Fei heard that Prince Zhenbei has arrived in Northern Xinjiang as an envoy from Daqian."
"...Shen Shaoxia is going to kill the Prince of Zhenbei here in Northern Xinjiang?"
Yan Fei's originally indifferent tone finally took on a touch of emotion at this moment.
Shen Yupei was also keenly aware of this...
He was curious in his heart, but remained calm on his face, with a hint of joking——
"Why, Pavilion Master Yan cares so much about the Prince of Zhenbei. Could it be that he had an unforgettable past with him?"
Shen Yupei's answer did not deny Yan Fei's statement just now.
Yan Fei didn't take Shen Yupei's joking words to heart at all.
She looked serious, tightened the wide collar under her fiery red hood, and continued——
"Yan Fei, I don't recommend Shaoxia Shen to do this."
"...The prince of Zhenbei has an extraordinary status. Such behavior by Shen Shaoxia will inevitably lead to the revenge of the Zhenbei army and the Daqian court."
"...When the time comes, everything Shen Shaoxia has obtained after planning for so long in Northern Xinjiang and the Wolf Clan will be wiped out in an instant."
Yan Fei's admonishment seemed to be serious and sincere.
But Shen Yupei knew it very well. He clenched his fist fiercely and said angrily——
"I have been planning for so long, and the only reason I want to get it is revenge!"
"... As long as I kill the Prince of Zhenbei, I will lead the Northern Xinjiang army to have a showdown with Yan Dong's Zhenbei Army. Not to mention, I may not lose to Yan Dong now."
"...Furthermore, even if we lose and everything is in vain, it's just a matter of starting over."
Shen Yupei said with a firm expression.
Yan Fei felt that if the other party used Bei Xinjiang's vitality in this way, wouldn't it violate his inner morality?
"Well, since Young Master Shen doesn't care about these, what about the wolf clan?"
Yan Fei turned to the other direction and tried to break through, "If the Jin Kingdom and the Northern Territory fight, the war will be fierce. I am afraid that the wolves living in the northern grasslands of the Jin Kingdom will not be spared, right?"
Shen Yupei looked a little determined...
"For ultimate success, necessary sacrifices are inevitable."
Upon hearing this, Yan Fei moved closer to the opponent, showing a hint of power.
Her mysterious robe was like fire, and at this moment she was even more like a fiery red flame beauty.
"Young Master Shen, I once divined a hexagram for you, and the hexagram revealed a great misfortune."
"...If we let go as soon as possible and take a step back, maybe the world will be brighter."
Shen Yupei's face became colder and colder, and he asked rhetorically -
"How to let go of the hatred of killing your father and annihilating your family?"
"...Senior Huiyun treats me like a teacher and a father. He was also brutally murdered by Prince Zhenbei back then. I...can never let him go!"
Shen Yupei said.
He had seen with his own eyes the heavy cavalry of Tiefutu dragging Hui Yun to Yanbeicheng. Thinking about it, if the wolf clan around him hadn't knocked him unconscious and taken him away, he would have gone out to fight Yan Wulu to the death.
Shen Yupei obviously wants to fight to the death.
Yan Fei also knew that he could no longer persuade the person in front of him...
She sighed——
"...Shen Yupei, the flame of your revenge may eventually devour you and everything you value."
Shen Yupei turned a deaf ear, "I don't believe in destiny, I only believe in myself, and my future will be controlled by myself."
"...If Pavilion Master Yan doesn't explain his purpose of coming, Yu Pei will have to leave first."
Yan Fei also found it funny.
"Shen Shaoxia wants to make an enemy of the Zhenbei Army. He is so impatient, but it won't work."
Yan Fei said, then went straight to the topic, "...Yan Fei came here this time for two purposes. One is to remind Shen Shaoxia of you, but obviously, Shen Shaoxia will not listen to my two reminders. Go in."
"...As for the other purpose, it is for our original transaction."
"...[Tingyun Pavilion] has tried its best to help Shen Shaoxia, so that Shen Shaoxia's martial arts strength has now greatly increased, and he has the supreme power in Northern Xinjiang. Now, it is time for Shen Shaoxia to fulfill his promise."
Shen Yupei was a little silent, but he also responded: "Although Yu Pei dare not claim to make a promise, he never breaks his promise. If Pavilion Master Yan has anything to do, just ask him."
"Yan Fei hopes that Shaoxia Shen can ask his men to help transport some corpses in Northern Xinjiang to specific locations in Northern Xinjiang."
"Corpse?" Shen Yupei was a little wary and hostile.
Yan Fei saw the other party's disgust and smiled -
"Don't worry, Young Master Shen, they are just the carcasses of livestock, not from the human race... nor from the wolf race."
As Yan Fei spoke, he did not forget to add: "...Moreover, they were not killed by [Tingyun Pavilion], they were all livestock that died of natural causes."
"Then, why do we need to transport them to all parts of northern Xinjiang?"
"This is the secret of [Tingyun Pavilion]. It is inconvenient to inform Mr. Shen. I hope Mr. Shen will forgive me."
Shen Yupei is still a little curious...
But he was greatly favored by the other party [Tingyun Pavilion], and he had no reason to refuse such a trivial matter.
"Okay. Yu Pei will go all out for Pavilion Master Yan's instructions." Shen Yu Pei nodded in response and agreed.
Yan Fei had a smile on his face.
However, Shen Yupei would not know what kind of disaster a small thing that he agreed to so easily would bring to him, to Northern Xinjiang, and to the Wolf Clan.
…
…
The next day.
Baikal city.
Under the arrangements of the eldest princess Wanyan Lingxu, Yan Wulu and other large envoys were entertained by the King of Northern Xinjiang with the highest standards of etiquette in the Jin Kingdom.
However, there is no mention of when the remaining two states of Hetao will be returned.
Most of the Zhenbei Army generals in the envoy were extremely anxious.
However, Yan Wulu seemed to be neither impatient nor impatient.
He even leisurely took Jiang Yueling and Zhao Lingrui for a "wandering" in the market of King Baikal.
Because of the hatred of the people of Northern Xinjiang towards the people of the Central Plains, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Yan Wulu asked himself, Jiang Yueling, and Zhao Lingrui to dress up in the clothes of the people of Northern Xinjiang.
Brocade-trimmed satin robe.
A short knife hangs from the belt inlaid with orbs.
Animal skin boots, ribbon top hat.
Although the three of them are all wearing men's clothing, their styles are different.
Suddenly, the three people, who were already in excellent appearance, now looked even more uniquely beautiful.
It is the unique beauty of the grassland that belongs to the exotic northern border.
…
Royal City Market.
It's approaching noon.
Yan Wulu found the opportunity and came to a hidden market alone.
He had to say that it was really difficult for two beauties to be jealous around him.
Especially Princess Taiping Zhao Lingrui, who finally knew the methods of the "Female Overlord" and couldn't resist.
... Others, Jiang Yueling, fed Yan Wulu half of the snacks he bought. But Zhao Lingrui, why did she directly hold the large bucket of goat milk tea that was half a person tall and hold Yan Wulu's collar to drink it? !?!
She also showed off to Jiang Yueling?
This looks like torture, what's there to show off?
Yan Wulu took a long breath, recalled the scene just now, and sighed that he was worthy of being a fifth-level Dzogchen warrior!
...I was force-fed a bucket of "milk tea", but I still remained calm, unscathed, and as light as a swallow.
"Cough cough cough."
Yan Wulu coughed a few times and seemed to spit out some tea.
He couldn't help but think of how Zhang Chunhua was able to get along peacefully with Zhao Lingrui back then. He was really a powerful person!
He is worthy of being the deputy chief of secret agents and commander of the Western Region that he likes.
Having said that, Yan Wulu's main purpose of coming out today was to find someone.
Yan Wulu walked slowly to an ordinary market. Here, he saw the person in the secret report of the Zhenbei secret guard at a glance.
It was an extremely ordinary blacksmith shop.
Even strictly speaking, it is a bit crude.
But if there is anything different...
Then, maybe it is the blacksmith in the shop, not a powerful muscular man, but a thin tomboy wearing a forged leather skirt, with a gray look all over his body.
"Zhao Linglong?"
Yan Wulu thought silently, thinking that if the Zhenbei secret guard's information was correct, it should be the person in front of him.
I lamented that "the small hermitage is hidden in the mountains, and the great hermitage is hidden in the city."
The jade pendant in Yan Wulu's hand shook slightly, and his consciousness was released, confirming that there were no spies from the Northern Xinjiang royal family following him.
He put his hands behind his back and walked slowly forward into the blacksmith shop.
…
Inside the blacksmith shop.
The sound of clanging iron continued.
Yan Wulu walked straight into the blacksmith shop and sat on a relatively clean wooden table.
The blacksmith boy noticed the visitor, but said nothing, still immersed in his blacksmithing work.
Yan Wulu took out a piece of gold from his arms and placed it on the wooden table.
"Master, do you need to build any weapons?" The blacksmith boy suddenly said.
His voice is very clear.
And someone like Yan Wulu, who has seen a lot of "ruthless people", knew immediately upon hearing that the other person was a girl.
"My place is the most famous blacksmith shop in Baikal City Market. I can make all kinds of weapons and even armor."
The blacksmith boy boasted.
At the same time, she casually put a piece of red-hot raw iron into the quenching tank, and a "sizzling" sound sounded along with her words.
Yan Wulu looked around and slowly said -
"Forge me a sword."
"...I want a peerless sword that can kill the descendants of the Balrog."
Yan Wulu spoke nonchalantly, as if he didn't care much about anything.
Yan Wulu could detect the subtle changes in the other person's expression at this moment, but what he wanted was this effect... This made him even more sure that the person in front of him was Zhao Linglong.
After the blacksmith boy heard the words "kill the descendant of the Balrog", his original blacksmithing action froze slightly.
But the next moment, she continued to raise the hammer in her hand and started beating it in an orderly manner.
"Young Master is joking."
"...The Balrog is one of the eight great demons in ancient times. His descendants are extremely powerful. How could my blacksmith shop be able to create such a magical weapon?"
Yan Wulu did not comment on the words of the person in front of him.
He stood up and walked slowly around the blacksmith shop.
The blacksmith boy knew that the real purpose of the person in front of him was not to make the so-called sword that could "kill the descendants of the Balrog".
But the other party didn't say anything for a long time, which made her impulsive personality seem a little impatient.
She said with a hint of refutation——
"What exactly do you want, Master?"
"Are you Zhao Linglong?" Yan Wulu answered the question inappropriately.
When the blacksmith boy heard this, his expression suddenly changed.
Yan Wulu saw that the other party did not deny it, but he was already convinced in his heart.
"The descendant of the Demon of Fire, Zhao Linglong."
"...It is said that every descendant of the demon clan is qualified to inherit the abilities of the ancient demons of their ancestors."
"...As long as you are recognized by the soul of the ancient demon, you can pass various rituals or formations to become a descendant of the demon and possess the powerful abilities of the ancient demon."
Yan Wulu said, he suddenly looked at where Zhao Linglong was and said——