Chapter 447 So coincidentally, I am also a swordsman
Encounter on a narrow road.
A light cavalry of more than thirty people stopped slowly, their bows and swords were covered with heavy snow, and they were extremely capable.
About half of the cavalry were holding torches, leading several riders. They were not wearing standard armor, and they were surrounded by a young man with a face like a crown of jade. His eyes were covered by the wind and snow, and the young man wearing a snow-white fox fur was squinting at the three men.
Qi, who pursed his thin scarlet lips, is a handsome nobleman.
There are three personal guards on both sides of this man who stopped on horseback. On the left hand side, there is a burly and strong man holding a long spear with a sharp blade, shining brightly under the light of the torch of the cavalry behind him.
There is also a thin monkey man with arms folded across his chest. He has neither a bow nor a sword, but there are several bloody and frozen heads hanging on both sides of the saddle.
On the right side, there is only one man, about forty years old, with a dull expression, carrying a long sword with a pine grain sheath on his back, and the hilt is shaped like a Ganoderma lucidum. The man often covers his mouth and coughs.
The young man seems to be closest to the young man on his right. He is sitting high on the horseback, but his body is slightly tilted towards this man.
After the young swordsman coughed, he glanced at the three knights who were more than fifty steps away, and said softly: "Your Highness, as I said before, it is indeed two people and one ghost. The female ghost, wearing fox fur, is very likely
It is a fox-skin beauty talisman made exclusively and secretly by the Xu family in Qingfeng City."
The young swordsman stretched out his hand as if to catch some snowflakes. Unexpectedly, an exquisite figure as tall as a finger suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand. It was all white and had a pair of feather wings on its back. It blended into the wind and snow. At such a close distance, the little guy was stunned.
It is not easy to detect. This must be the so-called scout of the immortal family. Its function is similar to that of a god or man observing mountains and rivers. The only difference is that one relies on magic and the other relies on living creatures.
"Thank you for your hard work." The man smiled at the little guy in his palm, and took out a delicate blue and white porcelain jar from his sleeve. The charm flew in, and the man slowly put the porcelain jar back into his sleeve.
The young man who was respectfully called "Your Highness" by the swordsman raised his eyebrows, his eyes were hot, his body tilted further, and he smiled and said: "Mr. Zeng, I have heard about the Xu family in Qingfeng City, but my mother is reluctant to let me leave the capital.
It has been delayed for eight years. I have been staying in the palace in the capital all year round. In order to avoid suspicion and to save some pen and ink money for the admonishment officials at Yushitai, I have never had the opportunity to contact Shanxian Master and this fox-skin beauty talisman paper.
What is it and what is so wonderful about it? Mr. Zeng, who is very knowledgeable and has traveled half a continent, can tell me about it?"
When the young swordsman was speaking, his body bones were probably unable to withstand the torment caused by the wind and snow. He had already taken out a porcelain bottle and poured out two emerald green elixirs, the size of soybeans. He raised his hand and patted it into his mouth.
His face turned a little rosy, and after taking the medicine, the young man still had a smile on his face, and said: "The Xu family sits on a thousand-year-old fox hill where old foxes have been haunted. We have formed an alliance with the Xu family, and every year we give out a few pictures that have grown up to be hundreds of years old.
Fox skins ranging from three hundred years old are used to make talisman paper, which is sold all over Aquarius Continent and is popular in most of the continent. Most of those earthly immortal mansions that do not worry about the immortal money have several fox skin beauties as maids and talisman paper beauties.
After landing, he is no different from a living person. The talisman can also be filled with ghosts and ghosts. The female ghost in front should be like this. If the mountain fairy family has a good relationship with the Xu family in Qingfeng City, before buying the fox skin talisman,
You can send a portrait of the woman you like, and the Xu family will have someone specially engrave the skin according to the picture. Several old priests are all good at this art and have never let buyers down."
The young man was suddenly stunned and looked at the "woman" who stopped his horse in the distance, his eyes became more and more salivating.
Although he has not established the capital in accordance with the ancestral system for so many years, his stay in the capital has not been in vain. His biggest hobby is to leave the cage that has twice been the "Qianlong Mansion" in history, and disguise himself as a down-and-out scholar who failed in the imperial examination, or
He is a foreigner who travels to the capital. He has already tasted the taste of all kinds of beautiful women, especially the family members of the admonishing officials in the Yushitai, and the slightly beautiful women and girls have all been deceived by him.
So he could even read through the impeachment papers that flew like snowflakes onto the desk of the imperial study room at will. There was no other way. The seemingly strict and terrifying emperor's family would still pamper Yao'er. Besides, his mother's skills were incredible.
Simple, the father was made obedient, and the family of three reunited in private. The king of a country, even if he teased the queen in front of his mother, he would not feel ashamed, but would laugh endlessly. So he was very fond of those things that were used to pass the boring time.
He really didn't care about it. He felt that if he didn't give those old bastards a few scoldings, he would be ashamed of himself.
But after living this comfortable life for too long, I always felt like something was missing.
He wants to be the emperor, so he cannot be a god of the five realms. He cannot endure the hardships of tempering his body and practicing boxing, and he cannot be a real master of the martial arts. As for leading troops to fight and kill, he is not in the mood.
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So he can't help but blame his mother. The prince is not him, and now he is not even the virtuous king. Does the queen really love him? Instead of deliberately raising him as a waste? Those two brothers are both the former queen's bitches.
.Look at the bleak situation I am in now. I have been found an excuse by my mother. I am like a bereaved dog. I have a home and cannot return. I can only wander around outside the capital. Those bones are full of dirt.
I have long been tired of rustic country women. No matter how beautiful these women are, they are not as good at serving people as wealthy and beautiful women. That’s all. When I quietly left Beijing, the queen mother also issued a death order, requiring him to personally
Leading people to kill the Da Li scouts, isn't this forcing him to go to a dead end? In fact, he is not optimistic about the empty Zhu Ying Dynasty. Deep down, he wants to join the powerful Da Li barbarians. If he is the one sitting on the dragon throne now
, the gate of the capital has been opened long ago, and Su Gaoshan personally led the horse into the capital for Na Su Gaoshan. What fun is there in fighting? He actually wants to see the fighting scene of tens of millions of Qi practitioners. That is the real fight between gods, fighting on horseback.
Are two nests of ants competing?
But this time I went out to relax, and I met a fox-skinned ghost who was just like a living person.
The young prince was delighted.
The other three cavalrymen had also stopped for a long time, confronting the fine cavalrymen like this.
The prince of Shihao Kingdom named Han Jingxin, the most notorious royal family member in both the government and the public, smiled gradually.
With courage, the other party never gave way obediently.
As expected of a mountain monk with a fox-skin beauty, he is either one of the lawless wild cultivators in Shujian Lake, or a genealogy master in Shihao Kingdom. He is young and energetic, which is understandable.
It's a pity that in the wilderness, identity doesn't matter.
Killing people on a snowy night, Han Jingxin felt very emotional. The recent pursuit was too trivial. He killed a man who had retired from old age and returned to his hometown in early autumn, and then left Beijing as slowly as a tortoise.
He is just an official of Yushitai. It is his fault that his family's breeding is not good. He cannot give birth to a decent-looking daughter, nor can he marry a woman who is even remotely attractive. As a result, there is no affection at all. Scroll
He scolded him so heartily that even his father, the emperor and his mother were not left behind, and they were implicated by him. It was for nothing that he gained the reputation of being a courageous speaker in Shilin.
He also likes to complain, stop and go, and talk about current affairs with some celebrities who are not capable of being officials.
So Han Jingxin had nothing to do anyway. He planned to be a dutiful son, chase the horse and drive the convoy, and stab the old man's belly with his own hands. After hearing too many complaints for so many years, his ears were calloused, and he wanted to see the whole thing of that guy with his own eyes.
He complained, but he felt that he was still kind-hearted. When he saw the old guy holding his belly in the snow, he felt really pitiful, so he chopped off the old man's head with a knife, and now it was hanging on the saddle of the martial arts master.
On one side, when the wind and snow were returning, the head was silent, which made Han Jingxin a little uncomfortable.
Han Jingxin was playing with a jade pendant in one hand. It was just a clever mountain object. It was not a real fairy magic weapon. It was held in the palm of his hand. It was warm in winter and cool in summer. It was said to be produced by Yunxia Mountain. It was a fairly acceptable spiritual weapon. Han Jingxin held up
He picked up his free hand and waved, signaling the three cavalrymen to give way.
The three horsemen turned their horses' heads slowly and one after another, making way for them.
Han Jing was delighted. Is there really such an innocent monk in the world?
there.
Ma Duyi reminded softly: "Mr. Chen, the other party does not look like an official who is following the right path."
Chen Pingan nodded and said something that made both Ma Duyi and Zeng Ye uncomfortable. It was most suitable for the biting wind and snow tonight.
"I know that the other party will not give up. They will give in and show off, so that they will be bolder when they take action."
Zeng Ye's face was stiff. He didn't know whether he was frozen by the snow or because he was frightened by these words.
Chen Ping'an did not look at the tall and timid young man, and said slowly: "Because of our lack of ability, the two of us will die. Ma Duyi will be the worst, and he will only live worse than death. I can't understand this. From now on, I can practice in the mountains with peace of mind."
Don’t go around the world.”
Han Jingxin raised his hand and made another gesture, and the cavalry behind him rode out skillfully, but did not start to charge, but only formed a small fan blocking formation.
Obvious.
The previous signal to the three cavalry to get out of the way was just a little trick played by a cat to tease a mouse. It was a dispensable appetizer, a real hard dish. It was served immediately without any rush.
Chen Ping'an suddenly asked: "Zeng Ye, if Ma Duyi and I are not with you tonight, and you and Su Xinzhai are the only two cavalry, what should you do in the face of this cavalry army?"
Zeng Ye just thought about it for a moment, and sweat instantly broke out on his forehead.
Chen Pingan stopped talking.
Some truths are so unpleasant that no matter how many others say them, as long as the listener has never experienced similar experiences, it will be difficult for them to empathize with them unless they are suffering.
But people who cannot listen to certain truths are actually lucky people.
Because people who have experienced misfortune, as long as they encounter similar things, they don't need anyone else to explain them, they already understand it.
But these are nothing. One thing that really makes Chen Pingan more and more horrified is that he found that those who are full of malice towards the world, good people with good intentions, seem to be more able to endure hardships and remember, and even
It was because I suffered a little loss in a smarter body and failed to enjoy some blessings that should not have been my own. I began to figure out the principles of life and seriously thought about the solutions to various difficulties.
How to benefit oneself at the expense of others, how to achieve enlightenment, whether chickens and dogs can ascend to heaven, all depends on the mood and interests of the enlightened person...
Chen Pingan hopes that his opinion is wrong, and the more wrong the better.
Why do good people need to be smarter than bad people to live a good life?
Chen Pingan let out a breath and pointed to the young man in the cavalry in front for Ma Duyi and Zeng Ye, "You may not have paid attention, or you may not have had the chance to see it. I saw the newspaper on your Catkin Island in Shujian Lake.
I have seen this person's face twice, so I know that his name is Han Jingxin, and he is the half-brother of the prince Han Jingling. He is very famous in the capital of Shihao Kingdom, and he is the most favored favorite of the Queen of Shihao Kingdom.
biological son."
Chen Ping'an rubbed the palms of his hands, "I once dealt with His Royal Highness the prince, whose status is roughly the same as Han Jingling and Han Jingxin. They are also brothers, and they were in a place called Daquan Dynasty in Tongye Continent. But compared with these brothers, Tong
The two Yezhous seem to have better minds. No matter how good or bad they do, they are at least scheming against others. The Yao'er of the Emperor of Shihao Kingdom in front of me seems to prefer head-on confrontation."
Ma Duyi's face changed slightly.
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Don't worry, no one knows your true identity, and it won't harm the family."
Ma Duyi said angrily: "Do you still need to tell me this? I'm worried that you will show off your strength and leave your life here in vain. When the time comes... I will be kidnapped by that perverted prince!"
Of course, Chen Pingan knew that Ma Duyi was sincere and worried about his safety. As for the last half of her sentence, maybe it was because women are naturally thin-skinned and like to deliberately say good things sincerely and bad things for others.
Chen Pingan turned to her and smiled: "I never asked you to turn around and run away from the beginning to the end, right?"
Zeng Ye's mind was filled with that Miss Su, and she was thinking about how she should deal with Mr. Chen's situation if it happened. Her mind was so confused that she didn't understand what Mr. Chen meant.
Ma Duyi is a smart woman with a delicate heart, otherwise she would not have been able to reach the cave realm of the fifth realm at such a young age. If she had not suffered a misfortune and faced that dragon, she did not know whether she was mad or something, but she persisted in not retreating.
Otherwise, in this life, there is hope that in Shujian Lake, one can step by step reach the high position of a monk in the Dragon Gate Realm. When the time comes, he can establish a good relationship with the ancestor of the sect and the monks on several big islands, occupy an island, and "establish a sect" in Shujian Lake.
Already.
Although Ma Duyi heard what Chen Pingan meant, he was still worried and said, "Mr. Chen really wants to fight to the death with that prince?"
Ma Duyi hurriedly explained: "Of course I don't want to speak for that group of cavalry. It's just that we at Shujian Lake have never been very fond of fighting between spirits. We either don't take action or eradicate the roots. Once there is a conflict with this Han Jingxin, what will happen next?
We have to go to the hinterland of Shihao Kingdom and pass through many northern states and counties. Will it be very troublesome? Will it delay Mr. Chen’s important events? "
Chen Pingan nodded and said: "I will take care of it. Killing is never the purpose. But this Han Jingxin, after leaving the capital, seems to have become addicted to killing people for fun. He serves as a retinue, and there are still a few heads hanging on the saddle. He doesn't look big.
Scout Li, this means that it is definitely not used as a certificate of military merit, but as an act of murder to vent anger."
Chen Ping'an casually drew a line in the air.
Not only did Zeng Ye not understand, but Ma Duyi, whose shoulders were covered with snow, was confused.
Chen Pingan slapped his forehead and said to Ma Duyi: "I forgot that I can keep you in my sleeve."
Ma Duyi covered her mouth and smiled.
Han Jingxin's heart burned when he saw that woman's charming appearance, feeling that the heavy snowfall tonight was not in vain.
He asked with a smile: "Will killing a few ignorant monks cause trouble for Mr. Zeng?"
The Nian Swordsman shook his head and said: "It's not troublesome to kill the monks. This heavy snow can help a lot. Destroy the corpses and eliminate traces. Just be careful. The problem lies in the convoy dozens of miles away. His Highness deliberately buried the corpses without any space at that time. It's very difficult."
It is easy for someone to follow the clues and suspect His Highness. If the two are added together, once the other party has three horses, it is really a Genealogy Master who travels down the mountain in the sect, or a wild cultivator on the big island of Shujian Lake. The trouble will only be His Highness. So.
Now Your Highness has three ways to go."
"First, since we have put on a big battle array and learned from each other, we should take a step back and ask someone to talk to the young monk who seems to have been seriously injured and has not yet recovered. His Highness openly revealed his identity and said that he wanted to make a deal with him.
It is the safest way to buy that sexy guy with money, to use your power to control others, and to buy things with money. Secondly, the two sides passed each other and pretended that nothing happened. At most, His Highness missed out on a beautiful blessing. Thirdly, His Highness ordered,
We will kill them directly, but we just remember to deal with the corpses of the convoy when we turn back, so as not to leave any clues that may lead to suspicion. Mountain monks, as long as they are suspicious, generally do not bother to reason."
Han Jingxin nodded. He had thought through these things. However, he couldn't just have some followers who could fight and kill. He also had to have an aide who could make his master less talkative. This Mr. Zeng was the Queen Mother's confidant.
Then when he left the capital this time, he took him with him, which indeed saved a lot of trouble along the way. Han Jingxin said sincerely: "It is a pity that Mr. Zeng is not a political advisor. If I have the opportunity to be the emperor in the future, I will definitely invite Mr.
As a national advisor, the shitty real protector of the country invited by my mother with a lot of money is a swindled embroidered pillow. Although my father is not very helpful in handling government affairs, he is not blind and too lazy to expose it. He just raised a child.
Actors are nothing more than exchanging silver for the fairy money of the mountains. Behind the scenes, my father secretly told me that there are only a few small summer coins a year. He also praised my mother for being really good at managing the family. Look at the countries of the other vassal states.
Master, if you don’t take out a few Grain Rain coins from the treasury in a year, you will have jumped into rebellion.”
The skinny monkey man over there was impatient and laughed loudly: "Kill the person who raises ghosts. As for the rare and valuable fox-skinned ghost, leave it to Your Highness to train him well. Such a simple thing. Anyway.
Previously, we peeled off more than ten pairs of armor from the Great Li Barbarian Scouts. Your Highness was kind and righteous, and was willing to deduct the two most valuable ones. Instead of selling them all to that coward general Zhan Jin, he rewarded me with one pair and gave the other one to me.
Our Hengli poet poet, we kept it in our armor bag anyway, and turned around to kill the two men, just in time for His Highness to take it to the capital to claim credit. His Majesty will definitely be very happy when he sees it, he is a big Li barbarian.
The special armor of the monks who accompanied the army was probably thrown at the feet of those old officials in the capital, and no one could lift it up. But I heard that those old skeletons with no more than a few kilograms of lean meat were lying on the bed, but they were all showing great martial arts."
The young man shook his head and said, "Don't say these words in the capital."
After a slight pause, Han Jingxin laughed at himself: "But now I guess it's no longer troublesome. Even if I curse loudly by holding their ears, they don't have the heart to impeach me anymore. They are all busy looking for a way out. Shi Hao's surname
My surname is not Han, but it has little to do with them anyway. As long as I can continue to serve as an official, it is for the benefit of the common people."
He glanced at the south and said, "My brother, the wise king, is so lucky. He originally wanted to hide and be a tortoise, but he couldn't find it. He was hiding and hiding, and he was almost hiding from a new emperor, even if he couldn't sit for a few seconds.
That newly made dragon chair in the sky is a man who has been an emperor after all, so how can I not be envious of him."
The skinny monkey man was already standing on the horse, "Your Highness, you and Mr. Zeng are talking about your affairs. Give me an accurate answer. Do you want to kill those two men? Don't worry. I will keep the female ghost."
She was unscathed!"
Han Jingxin smiled and said: "Go ahead, go ahead. There is also the special armor of Da Liwu Secretary Lang. I won't let you use it in vain. The two contributions will be counted together later."
The skinny monkey man wiped his mouth and said with a smile: "It's better to follow His Highness, so you can have meat."
As a seventh-level martial artist who is very good at close combat, Slender Monkey Man also possesses a famous secret skill that causes headaches for fellow warriors. In the world of Shihao Kingdom, he really can't find an opponent who can make him happy. This is
He just joined the army, and he actually had a little something to do with the prince at the beginning, but the nerdy prince was not a wise man, and gave him a false position in the army, but never provided any real benefits. He simply went to Han Jingxin's camp, intending to fish in troubled waters and make money.
He was a great general, especially Mr. Zeng's statement about being defeated by thousands of people on the battlefield, which he found very appealing.
In Jianghu, even if everyone is wiped out, how many people can be killed?
On the battlefield, tens of thousands of people are often mixed together, and when the fighting gets underway, even one of your own can be accidentally killed!
When the powerful and short martial arts master tiptoed, he flew away.
Han Jingxin said to the man holding a long spear: "Please also ask General Xu to help Hu Han hold down the formation to prevent him from capsizing in the ditch. After all, he is a mountain monk, so we have to be careful."
The burly general, who was not wearing any armor, nodded slightly, clamped his horse's belly, and rode forward slowly.
After leaving Beijing, this young and strong military general from the border area did not carry any iron armor at all, but only the ancestral horse twig.
He didn't like what the prince Han Jingxin did, but he didn't feel disgusted with it. Although Han Jingxin had a surly temperament, was obsessed with fishing, and liked to kill indiscriminately, his brain was really good. On the other hand, the bookish Prince His Highness
, he is a good man. In fact, being a Taiping Emperor will be a good thing for the people of Shihao Kingdom, but in troubled times, he is destined to have little future. It just so happens that we are in troubled times now, and it is not just the chaos of several countries, but the entire Aquarius Continent.
Everything was in chaos, and at this juncture, of course he wanted the good birds to choose a tree to rest on, even if the wood had grown crooked.
After Hu Han and General Xu's two confidants left one after another, Han Jingxin was actually not too concerned about the battlefield over there and continued to chat with Mr. Zeng next to him.
Let’s talk about the current chaos in the Aquarius Division.
Han Jing kept repeating one sentence here and there, and his words were completely incoherent.
But Mr. Zeng didn't look down upon him at all.
The short man who looked like a skinny monkey swept off his horse and did not fly towards them directly. Instead, he landed lightly on the snow, as if taking a walk, and walked towards the three riders.
Ma Duyi was inevitably a little nervous and said softly: "Here we come."
After all, he is a powerful retinue of His Highness the Prince. It seems that he is also a master of martial arts who is good at close combat. He is a Qi practitioner under the Earth Immortal. Once he gets close, who will not bite off a layer of pure martial arts like a mad dog?
Pi. This is the consensus between the mountain monks and the people under the mountain. Ma Duyi still feels uneasy when he trusts Mr. Chen around him, and Zeng Ye even dares not to breathe. Regarding Mr. Chen, the various deeds and feats that happened in Shujian Lake,
He had only heard about it but had never seen it with his own eyes. The tall young man who used to brush the fallen snow off his body from time to time was already covered in hot sweat and could not notice the slightest bit of wind and snow chill.
Chen Pingan got off his horse, shook some snowflakes off his shoulders, and rolled up his cuffs.
Walking towards each other, the martial arts master who had defeated all the unrivaled opponents in the world of Shihao, walked slowly as well.
There was no tense atmosphere at all, but rather like two friends reunited after a long absence.
Ma Duyi only hates that her soul is unstable. The fox-skin talisman is not only her shelter, but also a kind of restraint. She was a monk in the cave realm after all...
Just thinking that his cultivation in the cave realm seemed to be unable to help Mr. Chen tonight, which made Ma Duyi feel a little discouraged.
A woman's mind is as flexible as a river.
Zeng Ye asked timidly: "Miss Ma, Mr. Chen will be fine, right?"
Ma Duyi turned to look at the tall and naive young man and said angrily: "Do you hope that something will happen? And then you can turn the tide?"
Zeng Ye was deflated and choked.
The forty-year-old swordsman seemed to be inspired by this. While observing the movement ahead, he said slowly: "The front line of the Dali Barbarians is stretched too long. As long as the Zhu Ying Dynasty grits its teeth and survives for another year, it will stop the enemy at the gate of the country."
In addition, they successfully stopped the two cavalry armies of Su Gaoshan and Cao Pang of the Great Li, preventing them from rushing into the hinterland in one go. This battle was not going to be fought. The cavalry of the Great Li have been going smoothly for too long. If the situation changes next, it may be possible in the future.
In the blink of an eye, the key to whether Zhu Ying Dynasty can win this battle is not itself, but how long the several vassal states can delay. As long as all the vigor of the two armies of Su Gaoshan and Cao Ping are destroyed, Da Li can only
It is to plunder the surrounding vassals of the Zhu Ying Dynasty, and then withdraw its troops to the north."
Han Jingxin joked: "If I didn't know Mr. Zeng's life experience clearly, I would have doubted whether Mr. Zeng was a lobbyist for the Zhu Ying Dynasty."
The young swordsman smiled bitterly and said: "I am just a swordsman who knows some inferior swordsmanship skills. I am just a martial artist. I have always been the kind of pure martial artist that those mountain sword cultivators look down on most. When I was young, I first visited Zhu Ying.
Dynasty, I don’t even dare to go out with my sword on my back. Now that I think about it, this can be described as a shameful and embarrassing incident. I should have thought that the Zhu Ying Dynasty would be trampled to pieces by the horses’ hooves. I shouldn’t have encouraged Your Highness to go to Zhu Ying’s capital to hibernate for a few days.
Next year, when the situation becomes clear, I will return to Shihao Kingdom to tidy up the mountains and rivers. If I hadn’t been trusted by the Queen, I don’t know where I would be making a living now.”
Han Jingxin suddenly said something that was thousands of miles away from the topic, "It is said that the Great Li Imperial Master has no plan left, but together with our Shihao Kingdom, several major Zhuying vassals are said to be stubbornly resisting. It seems that the Great Li Spies are
The infiltration of vassal states like ours has been a failure. Our Shihao Kingdom also has a border army named Huang, so we still feel that there is an opportunity. We are not willing to be a local emperor who eats sand and smells horse manure on the border, and wants to make a big gamble.
, I just suddenly thought of pulling my brother, the wise king, to seek refuge with Su Gaoshan."
The Nian Swordsman shook his head and said with a smile: "There is no one in this world who can truly make a plan. The only way is to accurately predict the general trend, and then every step is in line with the purpose of judging the situation."
Han Jingxin said with a face full of sincerity and sincerity: "Mr. Zeng has great views."
The young swordsman suddenly frowned and said nothing, staring at the battlefield about forty paces away, which was about to break out.
Hu Han and the young monk wearing a blue cotton robe had already stopped.
The horse behind Hu Han, the military general named Xu, was holding a long spear and had stopped moving forward.
Han Jingxin asked doubtfully: "Is that young man seeking death? Instead of retreating, he used the magic of the Immortal family to implicate Hu Han, and then sacrificed a few powerful life objects. Instead, he took the initiative? Did he want to surrender? He offered the fox with both hands.
Skin beauty? It seems that the bones of the immortal master of the mountain are not as heavy as those of the common people at the foot of the mountain. With such a master, that sexy guy is considered a bad person. Isn’t this the result of a heartless bastard like me?
Something to do?”
The young swordsman did not echo Han Jingxin's last "quiet" words, and looked a little more solemn, "Everything is wrong. This person is indeed a monk. He has the spiritual energy flowing in the world, big and small. Either he has a cultivation base."
It is too shallow, only the lower five realms, so the spiritual energy flow is dark and stagnant, or it is hidden deeply, reaching the height of the Sea Viewing Realm, or even the Dragon Gate Realm monks, so even I cannot see through it. If it is an unexpectedly pure martial artist,
The fist intention has reached the state of being completely natural, but I have been observing the subtle signs of this person dismounting and walking. The pace is relatively steady, but the "meaning" unique to our martial arts bodies... is very loose, and he is simply a master without a master.
A layman who helps lead the way. However, regardless of these two possibilities, I can be sure of one thing. That young man has absolutely no intention of getting along with us."
Han Jingxin put his hands together, rubbed the jade pendant in his palms, and said with a smile: "Could he be a fool who is not afraid of tigers when he is a newborn? He is used to showing off his power in the mountains or around the master's gate, and he didn't notice Hu Han at all.
horrible?"
The young swordsman shook his head, "It's not like that."
Mr. Zeng quickly changed his statement and shook his head again, "No."
Han Jingxin was bored, exhaling again and again, exhaling large clouds of white mist, "Let's stop guessing. Whether that guy is a mule or a horse, Hu Han will make it clear after one punch."
Han Jingxin lowered his voice and said with a chuckle: "Hu Han is really going to hit a hard wall. It's not a bad thing. Hu Han might be really grateful for my two rewards. This is something that is quite difficult to achieve.
"
The young swordsman laughed dumbly and nodded slightly.
Some of Han Jingxin's words revealed his true nature, which really made others convinced.
This prince who is not yet a feudal lord has been able to control the unruly Hu Han and the arrogant General Xu, not just because of his status.
It would be strange to see someone struggling to carry a burden. Han Jingxin was just looking at the fun, but General Xu, who had stopped his horse and held his horse, was calm and calm.
Hu Han was the only one in the game. He was gearing up and excited from the beginning. He was getting closer and closer to the young man. With Mr. Zeng watching the battle from a distance behind him, Hu Han had to be more intuitive.
Until the two sides stopped, they were no more than five steps apart.
Hu Han actually felt a sense of crisis, but the smile on his face remained unchanged. He glanced at the bamboo knife and ancient sword hanging on the side of the opponent's waist, "Boy, are you also a pure martial artist?"
As a result, the young man in a green cotton robe nodded and asked, "A coincidence or not?"
Hu Han said with a smile: "What a coincidence, what a coincidence, since everyone is a member of the Jianghu, I can't help but talk about the morality of the Jianghu. Let's discuss it. You and the young man can just leave and leave the other side behind."
Fox-skinned female ghost, how do you feel?"
Chen Pingan smiled and said nothing.
Hu Han shifted his gaze and once again looked at the depth of the footprints in the snow behind Chen Pingan.
Ordinary people can't see the difference, but as a martial artist of the Seventh Realm, Hu Han naturally has excellent eyesight and can see in detail. From the moment the young man dismounted from his horse and landed, and then walked here, he walked in different shades, high and low.
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Don't look, you can't see the truth. When I traveled alone for the second time, I took the Xianjia ferry. I already knew how to hide the depth of my steps, the speed of my breathing, and my intention to harm others.
It’s important to be on guard against others, so after I practice boxing more and more, the habit becomes natural, and maybe I don’t even notice it sometimes.”
Hu Han was stunned for a moment, then said: "Little brother, you are still a master!"
Chen Ping'an neither admitted nor denied, "Are you a Golden Body martial artist? But your foundation is beaten to pieces, almost like paper."
Hu Han chuckled, "Little brother, what you said is so hurtful. Be careful if I get upset, I will pull out your tongue by the roots."
Chen Ping'an nodded and said: "It's my fault. In the past six months, I've dealt with too many dead people, and I'm used to chatting more. In fact, I didn't do this as long as I was against others."
Hu Han suddenly said: "No wonder, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. As a senior in the world, my little brother and I are exactly the opposite. I like chatting with people the most..."
"Killing on the side!"
Snowflakes were splashing in the snow under Hu Han's feet.
He punched Chen Pingan in the abdomen.
Chen Pingan, with his sleeves rolled up, put one hand behind his back and gently pressed the fist with the palm of his hand. He separated it as soon as he touched it, but his body had already taken advantage of the force and took four or five steps back.
Hu Han's punch missed, he followed him like a shadow, and his punches were like a rainbow.
The wind and snow in the sky on both sides of the short man were swept up and tilted by the powerful fists.
Chen Pingan punched Hu Han with his elbow, then slid back a few steps, then took two steps back, and there was the mount.
Hu Han felt that he had roughly found out the true background of this godly young man. He was about to stop hiding and strike with a sharp and painful blow. As a result, the young man's elbow not only blocked his fist, but also suddenly
There was a burst of ferocious force like a flood breaking through the embankment. Hu Han was so frightened that he quickly suppressed the pure Qi in his body and retreated a few steps. Of course, even if he retreated, as a martial arts master in the Golden Body Realm, he was still moving smoothly, without any traces.
Decline.
After Hu Han stopped, he had an eye-opening look on his face and said, "Good guy, you pretend to be the same thing, you even fooled me once!"
It turned out that the young man's powerful fist seemed to be fighting him to the death, but in fact it was like a child holding a hammer, lifting it with all his strength, then smashing it down to the ground, and then it was just off the ground.
At a height of a few inches from the ground, the hammer was so still, hovering in the air. The key was that the child seemed to be struggling to lift the hammer, but when he lifted the hammer, he felt that it was not strenuous at all.
Maybe Hu Han didn't give in, but took the opportunity to get closer. Maybe he could punch this man through the chest with one punch.
But Hu Han knew very well that the greater possibility was that the other party had a backhand waiting for him, such as the young man's hand hidden behind his back.
Since the opponent is so proficient in controlling his own fist, even if his level is not high, he must have had an expert help him refine his body, or he must have experienced life-and-death battles without danger.
Chen Pingan shook his wrist and looked calm, "Not to mention that martial arts madman, although your level is high, your martial arts attainments are not as good as the smiling face I met in the early years. He should be on the same level as you.
He is a pure martial artist who lacks punching power and needs body skills to make up for it."
Hu Han's face looked gloomy and uncertain.
It's not that Shi Hao, the number one martial artist in the country, is already timid after just fighting, so it's definitely impossible.
But the hand behind the young man and the sword at his waist made him a little upset.
This is an instinctive intuition honed by martial arts masters on the line between life and death.
This is the most fatal thing.
Hu Han didn't pay attention to such nonsense as "the foundation is shoddy and the golden body is made of paper" and "the fist power is not enough, the body skills must be used to make up".
"As long as the palms of the hands are corresponding and can be retracted and released freely. Boxing training also pays attention to the importance of mental training. People who do not practice Taoism are inferior. Under the boxing intention is the boxing, and after the boxing is the art of fighting. With a golden body like yours,
Those who don’t survive a few days after being thrown somewhere will only become the best whetstone for the warriors there.”
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Okay, let's stop chatting. I already know your depth."
Hu Han also put one hand behind his back, raised his hand and hooked his fingers, and said with a playful smile: "As a courtesy, you will make the first move this time, so that you will not think that I bully the younger generation and do not have the bearing of an elder."
In fact, as long as they fight each other in close quarters, Hu Han, nicknamed "The Blacksmith", will always make money.
There are only wrong names given by parents, not wrong nicknames given by Jianghu.
Ma Duyi almost laughed out loud after hearing Chen Ping'an's words, "The palms of the hands correspond to each other and can be moved and retracted freely."
At first she thought it was Mr. Chen's nonsense, but Ma Duyi suddenly calmed down and looked at the guy's back. Could it be that knowledge and boxing are really connected and mutually confirming?
If it were anyone else, Ma Duyi would never have such a weird idea, but when this person was Chen Ping'an, Ma Duyi felt that if Chen Ping'an happened to be in the world, it might be that one.
Who would sit like him in that room at the entrance of Qingxia Island Mountain?
Will you really leave Shujian Lake after this trip?
Chen Pingan took one step forward.
Still understated and not showing off the slightest bit of mastery.
Every time Hu Han made a move, his fists vibrated and shattered the surrounding snowflakes. It was a world of difference.
Hu Han chewed out some aftertaste.
The secretive young man in front of him must have been seriously injured, so every time he took action, he looked like... a bookkeeper doing a small business, calculating a small profit.
The arrogance of a pure martial artist is really nothing!
Hu Han felt murderous in his chest and completely let go of his hands and feet.
In an instant, Hu Han's heart tightened, and his intuition told him that he should not let the person punch him. However, martial arts common sense and Jianghu experience told Hu Han that as long as he stopped holding back after getting close, the opponent would
Sooner or later, only one will die.
A little uneasy.
The punch has arrived.
After receiving the punch, Hu Han burst out laughing, "You little bitch is tickling..."
Hu Han couldn't laugh anymore after that.
A punch comes, a punch comes.
It was like a waterfall flying down three thousand feet.
Hu Han just dealt with it with one punch after another. The two figures were erratic and the road was filled with wind and snow.
Even if it is really a papery golden body, it is still a golden body that is proud of a country!
After seven or eight punches, Hu Han's forehead was slightly sweaty.
After eleven punches, Hu Han was not only sweating profusely, but also had blood oozing from the corners of his mouth.
But the young man who punched faster and faster still showed no sign of exhaustion or wanting to stop.
Hu Han, who was not aggrieved and a dignified seventh-level martial artist, simply gave up the idea of fighting back. Gang Qi spread throughout the meridians of his body, protecting all the key acupoints. He allowed the young man to continue punching. The punching intention could last for a long time, but the martial artist had a blow.
Pure Qi will eventually be exhausted, and then it will be the best time for Hu Han to deliver a punch.
But Hu Han heard Mr. Zeng shouting loudly in the distance behind him, "General Xu, help Hu Han quickly interrupt this man's fist!"
General Xu frowned, but without any hesitation, he galloped out.
He can be said to be the first horse warrior in Shihao Kingdom. He sits on horseback, holds a long spear, and has outstanding fighting power. He is not a warrior in the ordinary sense.
The reason why Hu Han was willing to keep pace with this person before, and even talk and laugh, was of course the fundamental reason, and everything must be said by his true ability.
As for the Shihao Kingdom's "Hengshan Fu Shilang" that spread throughout the court and the public, it originated from the fact that when this person entered the palace for the first time to meet the emperor, he was specifically allowed to carry the Changshan with him into the palace, and then in front of the military officials, he
At the end of the court meeting that day, His Majesty the Emperor actually ordered someone to bring in a fierce horse that had not yet been tamed, and asked him to ride it and hold a long spear. On a long stone slab, with the sharp end of the long spear, he wrote a poem about the great scholars in the country.
It is a poem passed down from generation to generation, and it must be done without stopping, otherwise you will be deprived of the long ancestral branch and expelled from the frontier army. If you complete it, you will be greatly rewarded, and you will be awarded a fourth-grade military honors officer status!
In the end, he became famous all over the country.
He gently lowered the long tree, knelt down and kowtowed, and thanked His Majesty the Emperor for his kindness at the bottom of the steps.
At that time, the young general was trembling all over and speaking excitedly.
Everyone felt that this young man, who had prosperous martial arts fortune, was bursting with gratitude and could not suppress his tears.
His Majesty the Emperor, Longyan, was greatly pleased and personally bestowed upon him the title of "Hengshan Fu Shilang".
But he has been resentful of this all these years and regards it as a great humiliation in his life!
Four generations of ancestors, a long tree soaked in the blood of countless enemies, passed down from father to son again and again, was handed over to him, and was reduced to the level of a woman embroidering with needle and thread!
He, Xu Mao, has been a loyal martyr for generations, and his ancestors died generously. On the battlefield, he never received any cheers or applause. How can he, Xu Mao, be an actor trying to please the public?
One man, one horse and one horse, charged and fought, with the momentum of a battlefield like landslides and earth-shattering.
Although Chen Pingan and Hu Han were entwined, Xu Maoshanfeng was still pointing exactly at Chen Pingan's neck after delivering the twelfth punch.
Chen Ping'an no longer reluctantly delivers the next punch in the God-man-beating-drums style.
All this is expected.
It wasn't the cavalry commander Chang Yan who arrived, but the young man's long sword.
Chen Ping'an just slapped Hu Han, who was not fatally injured for the time being, so that he staggered, just blocking the long blade of the cavalry general, while he himself moved a few steps laterally.
Xu Mao twisted his wrist slightly, almost skewering Hu Han into a long stick of candied haws, but the sharp edge stabbed the latter through the armpit.
Chen Pingan stomped on the ground hard.
On the earth, within a radius of seven to eight feet of Chen Ping'an, snow suddenly fell.
Xu Mao closed his eyes almost instantly.
Suddenly he opened his eyes, raised his long spear high, and stabbed away.
Chang Yang sank.
A green figure stepped on the long tree, slid down, and hit his knee, knocking Xu Mao off the horse and flying out.
However, Xu Mao held on to Changsha tightly and did not let go. He vomited a mouthful of blood. Xu Mao stood up, only to find that the man was standing on the back of his horse and did not take advantage of the victory to pursue him.
Xu Mao then looked at Hu Han, who had withdrawn from the battlefield, and said angrily: "Hu Han! I saved you from the predicament, but you stood idly by and deliberately harmed me?!"
Chen Ping'an did not look at Xu Mao, but looked at Han Jingxin and the young swordsman who were further away, and said with a smile: "I advise you not to count on him. A frightened paper-mâché gold figure is unreliable.
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Han Jingxin's face was a little solemn. Both Xu Mao and Hu Han were defeated? They fought against each other twice and lost each other. This is not terrible. What is afraid is that he will injure the young man. Xu Mao has already created a gap with Hu Han.
Once Hu Han really loses the martial courage of the grandmaster, how will the next fight be fought? Should he rely on Mr. Zeng next to him? Hu Han and Xu Mao are more reliable, but Han Jingxin has his own calculations. Mr. Zeng will either make the final decision.
Kill that person, otherwise don't take action, just protect yourself.
If Mr. Zeng does not take action, no matter how bad the situation is, there is still room for maneuver. Once Mr. Zeng takes action and loses, will he have to apologize to others?
Then you have to be willing to give yourself a chance to repair the relationship.
It is said that some arrogant mountain monks are ruthless, and for the sake of some great path, it is a veritable act of disowning one's relatives.
Mr. Zeng said softly: "Your Highness, if I don't take action, people will be scattered and people will be slaughtered. Only by taking action can Hu Han and Xu Mao join forces with me to surround and kill this person. However, there is a prerequisite. I will not
You can defeat him with one move."
Han Jingxin smiled forcefully and said, "Mr. Zeng is joking."
Xu Mao returned to the cavalry and changed to a war horse, his face extremely angry.
Hu Han wanted to go back, but when he was about to make a move, the young man turned his head and looked at him.
Hu Han seemed to be really frightened and stayed where he was.
Chen Pingan felt that neither Hu Han nor Xu Mao was that simple.
It's just that the situation is delicate, everyone hides their clumsiness, and is reluctant to make any sacrifices.
It seems that the military morale of the cavalry under Han Jingxin is quite worth pondering.
The young swordsman, who had almost never wielded a sword, slowly rode out.
The two riders were more than thirty paces apart.
Chen Ping'an, who always stood on horseback, asked: "Sir, you are not a swordsman, but a swordsman?"
Nian Swordsman shook his head, "I definitely can't bear the title of sir. My surname is Zeng, and I live in the world. Wherever there is food, I will beg for food."
The man smiled and said: "I may not be moralistic anymore."
Chen Pingan put his hands behind his back and spread his palms with the other, "Do it yourself."
The man looked at Hu Han and said, "I sincerely ask General Xu and I to put aside our grudges for the time being and cooperate sincerely to kill the enemy together."
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Since Senior Zeng is also a pure martial artist, you should have seen that your Golden Body Realm martial artist stands out from the crowd. A real martial artist is one who works hard to elevate his state of mind, facing even
He is not afraid of enemies who are one level above him. He is not afraid of life and death. He is not bad. His basic skills are not even close to that. He likes to drag himself down to a level to fight with others. You Shihao Kingdom
Jianghu is really interesting. If by chance this person happens to be the top leader in the Shihao Kingdom's Jianghu, I estimate that the entire Shihao Kingdom's Jianghu will be dragged down by him for one day while he is alive."
The corners of Xu Mao's mouth curled up.
Seems to agree with this statement.
However, this did not delay him from holding his long spear and slowly marching out of the battle again.
Hu Han was thoughtful.
Unexpectedly, Chen Pingan turned around and said, "Have you figured it out? It's a pity that you can't do it."
Hu Han stretched his neck, "Oh? That's not necessarily the case."
Hu Han's demeanor changed completely. It seemed that until this moment, he was the real Hu Han, the first person who taught the heroes of Shihao Kingdom to bow their heads.
Hu Han said loudly: "Mr. Zeng, General Xu, I will take the lead later, you just need to support me!"
Chen Ping'an turned a deaf ear to Hu Han's words, and turned a blind eye to Xu Mao's insistence on going out into battle.
In the wind and snow, the only thing Chen Pingan could see was the young swordsman carrying a long sword on his back.
Before the man made a move, the sword on his back unsheathed itself, soared into the sky, and disappeared in an instant.
This is the special skill of a swordsman, the art of controlling the sword.
This is the biggest reason why Yamashita Swordsman despises Yamashita Swordsman.
Chen Pingan held down the hilt of the large imitation Qu Huang ancient sword with his left hand, "What a coincidence, I am also a swordsman."
Use your thumb to slowly push the sword out of its sheath a few inches.
The appearance of mountains.
I can no longer tell whether it is the intention of the fist or the intention of the sword.
Xu Mao couldn't help but squint his eyes because it felt a little dazzling.
But Xu Mao was the first to take action.
The war horses galloped forward, holding the spear in hand.
Hu Han was unwilling to lag behind and rushed towards Chen Ping'an.
The young swordsman smiled casually.
The ancient sword with a white jade ganoderma hilt is still missing.
Chen Ping'an took a big step forward on horseback, then took one step in the air and disappeared into thin air.
Hu Han happened to leap over the horse's back and landed on the opposite road.
The next moment, the cyan figure appeared next to Xu Mao, leaning on him with one shoulder, and knocked Xu Mao and his horse away.
Xu Mao left his horse in mid-air and landed firmly on the ground. Unfortunately, his mount fell heavily into the snow more than ten feet away and died suddenly on the spot.
But something even stranger happened. Just like Chen Ping'an's inexplicable disappearance, that young swordsman also left out of thin air, equally silently.
Not only that, the scabbard on his back was also thrown away, and he fell off the horse's back, inserting it into the snow at an angle.
Chen Ping'an stood on the horse's back, frowning and saying nothing.
Gently push Da Fang Qu Huang back into the scabbard.
He stared down at the empty scabbard.
Hu Han and Xu Mao, who had caught a glimpse earlier, but who may have been focusing on themselves, did not realize that the scabbard was real, but what was hidden in the scabbard was not a long sword, but more like a straight knife.
Chen Ping'an was a little helpless and murmured: "Isn't it true that I met a knife dealer?"
The scabbard remained.
The person ran away, and the straight knife should have been taken away with him.
There is weirdness everywhere.
The "Mr. Zeng" said that Chen Ping'an was like this before, but now it's tit-for-tat.
Put aside the things you don’t understand first, and finish the things you understand first.
For example, Chen Ping'an used his sword control skills to pull up the scabbard from the snow and wave his sleeve casually.
The scabbard flashed away like a flying sword.
It penetrated the neck of the prince of Shihao Kingdom.
After confirming that there were no immortal spells such as death talismans, Chen Pingan stopped looking at the body that slumped down the horse's back.
Chen Pingan turned around, his eyes wandering between Xu Mao and Hu Han.
Xu Mao remained motionless and clenched his fist tightly.
Hu Han was already running away.
Chen Pingan gave chase and ran away.
The two figures disappeared from everyone's sight one after another.
All the elite cavalry looked at each other in shock.
Waiting for Xu Mao to give orders.
Since the sky has fallen, there must be a tall person to hold it up.
After about half a stick of incense.
A cyan figure could be vaguely seen returning, carrying something in his hand.
Ma Duyi and Zeng Ye were both going crazy.
It turned out that Xu Mao was in a daze. Not long after Chen Ping'an left, he first gathered the leading elite palace guards, then went on a rampage to commit murder, and then went on a killing spree, killing all the more than 40 cavalrymen one by one. Finally,
He even squatted down and cut off the head of the prince Han Jingxin with a sword, hung it on his waist, picked three war horses, turned over and rode one of them, and the other two were used as rotation auxiliary horses for long-distance attacks, so as not to damage the legs of the war horses.
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Xu Mao did not leave.
Instead, he sat quietly on his horse, waiting for Chen Pingan's return.
Chen Ping'an came to the vicinity of Xu Mao, threw Hu Han's head to the general on horseback, and asked: "How do you say it?"
Xu Mao took the head, hung it next to the saddle, and said with a smile: "You have guessed it, right? The future emperor of Shihao Kingdom has died. As a mortal sinner who is unfavorable to protect the Lord, what else can I do, so I have to defect to Su Gaoshan in Dali?"
Already."
Chen Pingan was not surprised.
Xu Mao asked: "Won't you kill me?"
Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "You have already helped me clean up the mess. Why do I want to kill you? I am asking for trouble."
Xu Mao glanced at the young man, whose face was still pale, and said with a smile: "I hope we won't meet again in the future."
Chen Pingan nodded, "It's best this way."
Xu Mao turned his horse's head and rode away in the wind and snow.
Chen Pingan squatted down, picked up a handful of snow with both hands, and used it to wipe his cheeks.
In addition to corpses on the ground, there were also war horses that lingered, lowering their heads to gently touch their owners.
After letting go of his hand, blood soaked in the snow and scattered on the ground.
Ma Duyi and Zeng Ye, who came quickly, were about to talk when Chen Pingan waved his hand to signal them not to talk yet.
Jumping on the back of a war horse, he looked in a direction that was slightly different from the direction Xu Mao left.
After a while, Chen Pingan sat on the horse and reached out to wipe away the blood that instantly flowed from his ears and nose.
After killing Hu Han, I took Yang's store's secret ointment and felt no pain all over my body, but it was still troublesome to cover up the tragic situation.
Otherwise, a tyrant like Xu Mao might have to kill him with a sniper shot.
In fact, Xu Mao did have this plan.
But after being noticed by Chen Ping'an, he gave up decisively and left completely.
It is not difficult to kill Xu Mao, but if he kills Xu Mao, Chen Pingan will have to deal with this mess by himself. From now on, there will be constant turmoil in the north.
The reason why Chen Pingan did not use the two flying swords from beginning to end, let alone take out the semi-immortal weapon, is that except for pure martial arts, killing royal family members, even an emperor, does not break the rules of the mountain, because martial arts,
He has never been a mountain man. He is a Qi Practitioner. He is a swordsman who is a Qi Practitioner. Naturally, he is even more so. Chen Ping'an also wants to have a hearty fight with others. For this reason, he stays at Lingguan Temple overnight.
The inspiration brought to him by Yinwu General Wei.
It feels like...it doesn't seem to work very well.
Ma Duyi or Zeng Ye understood the deeper meaning of Chen Ping'an's action better.
She had never felt so creepy.
In this country of Shihao, where is the intrigue in Shujian Lake so bad?
Chen Pingan said hoarsely: "It is not suitable to stay here for a long time. We must leave at least a hundred miles away before we find a secluded place to stay to avoid the wind and snow."
The three riders continued on their way.
Chen Ping'an had no choice but to wear the golden robe directly over his cotton robe to cover up his bleak situation.
Xu Mao had already gone away, but the general of Shihao Kingdom who was about to defect to the Great Li Cavalry suddenly stopped his horse and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Zeng?"
As expected, the young "swordsman" walked out of the wind and snow in the distance, came to Xu Mao, and said with a smile: "General Xu, you can return to me the long branch passed down from your ancestors. I believe you have passed down the word from the Xu family.
The ancestral teachings contain a sentence that you have been puzzled by for so many years. But if possible, I would like to borrow a horse from you so that you can continue to keep this seal. The word "Wind Snow" is engraved on it.
Someday in the future, even if I don’t come to pick it up personally, someone will find Xu Mao, the Great Li hunting envoy, how about it?”
Xu Mao nodded, his eyes burning, "Okay!"
The man led a horse and drifted away.
This man's identity, long sword, name, and background seemed to be all fake. He led the horse away and seemed to feel something. He smiled slightly and said: "My heart is not forced, and my body is not restricted. What is intestinal qi? Yu Yu"
Not comfortable?"
He turned to look in the direction of Chen Ping'an and said regretfully: "It's a pity that the quota is limited and I can't do business with you. It's a pity. It's a pity. Otherwise, it would probably be a good deal. How can I earn a big Li patrol envoy?"
Some."
The speed of the three riders was sometimes fast and sometimes slow.
It all depends on Chen Ping'an's injury.
However, in Ma Duyi's eyes, although Mr. Chen was seriously injured, his state of mind did not seem to have changed.
Chen Ping'an suddenly asked: "It's snowy in winter, and there is the sound of breaking jade. Have you heard this sentence?"
Ma Duyi nodded and said, "I've heard of it."
Chen Ping'an hummed, "Sure enough, he is very knowledgeable and lives up to such a good name."
Ma Duyi suppressed a smile and said, "I just heard it."
Chen Ping'an was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "This joke is just like the snowstorm."
Ma Duyi was a little confused.
She began to think deeply about this sentence.
Zeng Ye said gloomily: "Mr. Chen should be saying, Miss Ma, your jokes are worse than the cold wind."
Ma Duyi looked at Chen Pingan with suspicion.
Chen Ping'an chuckled and said, "Do you believe what Zeng Ye said?"
Ma Duyi thought about it and realized that he was right, so he glared at Zeng Ye fiercely.
Zeng Ye felt a little sad.
Ma Duyi hesitated for a long time, but still didn't dare to speak.
Chen Ping'an said: "I want to ask if I want to collect the souls of those cavalrymen?"
Ma Duyi felt a little guilty, "I don't think it's necessary at all, but..."
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "But I think I am a confused person and always like to do weird things that go around and around, right?"
Being able to say something out loud means that it is not weighed down on your heart.
This is a good thing.
Ma Duyi was in a good mood and smiled a little.
Chen Pingan said: "Actually, as long as you hold on to the beginning and end of the thread, even if you are in a messy situation for the time being, don't be afraid. Just take your time."
Ma Duyi's competitive temper came back again, "Then Mr. Chen also said that we should ride the horse quickly and go more than a hundred miles away? Why don't you take your time?"
Chen Ping'an poured out a pill secretly stored in the Water Palace, took a sip of wine, and swallowed it together. He was quite helpless and didn't say anything in reply.