Chapter 64

Thud, thud, thud —

The horse galloped on the official road like a bolt of black lightning. The bells on its neck clanged loudly, which could be heard from far away. Occasionally, a caravan traveling at night would run into the horse and quickly make way for it, but before they could take a look, the horse had already disappeared from their sight.

"What kind of horse is this? It runs so fast …"

"Scared me to death …"

The Wind Chasing Horse snorted heavily in the winter night. There were too many people in Chang 'an to gallop. Xu Buling did not have the habit of walking a horse. He had been holding back for too long. After leaving the city, he ran at full speed without needing to be urged.

In the cold wind, Xu Buling carried the white wax spear he had snatched from the guards at the gate. His long hair danced in the wind and his eyes were cold as he searched the endless snowy plains.

He did not bring any weapons when he entered the palace in the afternoon. However, he was proficient in all kinds of weapons. It did not make much difference whether he carried a sword or not. He was more used to using a spear.

Chasing the wind and treading on snow was one in ten thousand. It might be an exaggeration to travel a thousand miles in a day, but if there were no obstacles along the way, it would not be a problem to run from Chang 'an to Suzhou in three days. Su Of Gojoseon might have sent this horse in case of emergencies.

The Eastern Suburbs Courier Station was twenty miles away from Chang 'an. It would take less than ten minutes if he ran at full speed. However, he did not find any trace of Zhu Manzhi and the others after a dozen miles. Xu Buling showed some annoyance between his brows.

He had been in this world for a year, and his past memories had already merged.

As the eldest son of Su Of Gojoseon, Xu Buling was the crown prince of Xiliang's twelve prefectures. He had traveled thousands of miles to Chang 'an. It could not be helped that he pretended to be a pig under the feet of the emperor. However, only the emperor on the dragon throne could step on Xu Buling. All the civil and military officials had to ask the Xiliang cavalry first before speaking.

As long as Zhu Manzhi's identity was not exposed, the emperor would not use this method to deal with a small guard. Even if he wanted to kill him, it would only take a word.

Today, someone targeted Zhu Manzhi. It must be some small force.

Hatred would not be born out of thin air. Zhu Manzhi had not been in the capital for long. The only people she had offended were Fu Lai Lou and White Horse Village.

Xu Buling did not care about these two families at all. He did not think that they would have the guts to take revenge. Now that something had happened, it was too late for him to worry.

As he galloped, a small dot appeared in the distance. It was the eastern outskirts' lantern.

Xu Buring frowned and carefully looked around. Finally, he found a few messy footprints in the snowy plains and dashed to the side.

"Jia"

Xu Buring lightly squeezed the horse's abdomen and leapt out of the official road, following the footprints in the snow.

After running for a short while, he looked up and saw that the Seventh Guard had been swept away by a man with a spear and fell onto the snow.

Two people were lying on the ground. Monkey Liu had been stabbed several times and could not move. Wang Dazhuang could not get up due to his legs being seriously injured. He could only lie on the ground and slash randomly. There were bloodstains everywhere on the snow. Zhu Manzhi used her goose feather saber to parry.

"Kill!"

"Be careful!"

"Ah!"

Noisy shouts came along with the cold wind. The sound gradually became clearer.

Xu Buling was furious. He fiercely shook the spear in his hand, making a "Pa" sound. The red tassel under the spear head was shattered into pieces. It was like a thunder in the daytime …

…

On the snowfield.

After several rounds of fighting, Zhu Manzhi saw the two comrades who had taken care of her since she came to the capital were seriously injured. The chivalrous people who helped her without fear of death were seriously injured to protect her. She could not do anything and was close to despair. This was under the premise that the two bandits did not hurt her. If they wanted to kill her, she would have been lying on the ground with her two comrades.

At this moment, Zhu Manzhi also understood that the two ferocious bandits came for her. As for the reason, she could also guess. To hire such a powerful expert to kill the Wolf Guards, not only would it cost a lot of money, but they would also have to settle the matter. In Chang 'an City, only a small group of nobles and generals on Kuishou Street had the ability to do so.

Zhu Manzhi had not been in Chang 'an for long. The only noble she had provoked was Li Baoyi, the loyal and brave marquis. It was self-evident who wanted to capture her.

It was Xu Buling's suggestion to wipe out the White Horse Village. She was just an errand boy. His purpose was to carry her into the Desk Warehouse to inquire about the Dragon-Lock Insect.

Now that she was in trouble, Xu Buling did not pay attention to her …

This thought emerged in Zhu Manzhi's mind. Her round eyes could not help but show some grievance, but she immediately suppressed this thought.

She was the one who wanted to enter the Desk Warehouse, and Crown Prince Xu helped her. It was a win-win situation, and no one owed the other …

Zhu Manzhi sucked in a breath of cold air. She stubbornly raised her saber and rushed towards Wu Biao.

She was a person of Jianghu. If she died, then she died. She could not blame anyone …

Bang —

Old Seven was hit by Zhu Biao's spear again and fell to the ground. His mouth and nose were full of blood.

Zhu Manzhi was filled with grief and anger. She used her saber as a sword and wanted to use the killing technique her father taught her to fight against the two bandits.

When Zhu Manzhi saw the two tall bandits rushing towards her, she was about to fight with her life on the line when a thunderclap suddenly exploded in the distance.

Pa —

The sound rang through the snowy plains. It was followed by the drumming of horse hooves.

Zhu Biao was an expert with a spear. He could tell that this was the sound of a spear being shaken. However, the amount of arm strength needed for the sound to be so loud was beyond Zhu Biao's imagination. He immediately turned his head to look.

Jie Huan noticed the movement and also turned her saber to look at the snowy plains behind her. She never thought that she would see a scene that ordinary people would find hard to believe in in the last moment of her life.

The fierce horse galloped, the long spear was like a dragon.

Amidst the swirling snow, the majestic warhorse raised its front hooves high.

A beautiful young man dressed in white jumped up and stepped on the horse's head. Using the force of the horse's jump, he jumped high into the air. He held the snow-white long spear with both hands and raised it behind his head.

This jump was very high. From below, Wu Biao looked up and saw that the young man dressed in white had become one with the crescent moon in the sky.

"Ya —"

It was a long howl that was close to exploding.

The White Wax Spear's shaft was like a fully drawn bow in the air, smashing down with a terrifying whistling sound.

Wu Biao's pupils shrank. He felt that the young man dressed in white had reached the top of his head in the blink of an eye. In a hurry, he could only raise his spear horizontally and try to block this devastating blow.

Pa —

An ear-numbing sound rang out.

The sturdy white wax spear smashed into the iron spear, directly breaking into pieces.

Wu Biao found it hard to withstand such a tremendous force. His boots were directly smashed into the snowy ground. Before he could kneel down, the broken spear head smashed into his head. Blood splashed out and his head exploded like a ripe watermelon. He didn't even have time to scream …