The Jin cavalrymen were tall and burly, exuding a valiant aura. Although there were only a few dozen of them, they seemed to have the aura of an army of thousands when they stood together, causing the surrounding people to avoid them.
The yellow-robed girl sighed and muttered to herself, "No wonder the imperial court and the Jin Kingdom have lost so many battles. The Jin Kingdom established their kingdom through martial arts. They are indeed not to be underestimated."
Song Qingshu smiled. Judging from the attire of these cavalrymen, they were the elites he had selected to form a loyal army in recent years. Naturally, they were of higher quality than ordinary cavalrymen.
Xue Pan was more carefree and quietly nudged Xue Baochai, "Sister, that pretty boy looks even fairer than you."
Xue Baochai was speechless, "He's a woman disguised as a man." How could she not see through this?
"A woman disguised as a man?" Xue Pan's eyes lit up, "If he's so handsome in men's clothing, how can he look like in women's clothing? But why does he look so familiar? "
Xue Baochai spat and said, "Do you always find beautiful things familiar?"
Song QingShu secretly laughed, thinking that Xue Baochai had wronged her brother this time. Of course, Xue Pan found her familiar because he had seen her once in Lin 'an's Louwailou. At that time, Xue Pan saw her beauty and was tempted. He didn't know his own limits and tried to be a hero to save the beauty. In the end, he was kicked away by the Xuanming Elders.
This handsome young man was Wanyan Zhongjie. She had inherited her mother's beauty and had even surpassed her. In the past two years, she had become more and more beautiful. Even after disguising herself as a man, she was still enough to make people fall head over heels for her.
"I don't want the Xixia princess either. This woman's body is so soft that it will be very comfortable to hug her." Xue Pan almost drooled.
Xue Baochai hurriedly pulled his sleeve, "Lower your voice, the Jin Kingdom is a country of tigers and wolves. They are not to be trifled with." She was responsible for the safety of this group of people and did not want to cause unnecessary trouble.
Unfortunately, the Jin prince seemed to have heard Xue Pan's voice and his expression immediately turned cold, "Slap his mouth!"
The two cavalrymen at the front immediately whipped their whips at Xue Pan's face. Their movements were incomparably proficient, and the strength of their wrists was astonishing. Hearing the shrill sound of the whips tearing through the air, Xue Pan's teeth wouldn't be left if he was hit.
Xue Pan was scared out of his wits and couldn't react at all. Fortunately, Xue Baochai was by his side and blocked the two whips with her sword.
"Aren't you being a bit too ruthless?" Xue Baochai didn't look at the two horsemen. Instead, she stared at Wanyan Zhongjie.
Wanyan Zhongjie coldly said, "Since he can't control his own mouth, don't blame others for controlling it for him."
"This is too unreasonable."
"It is indeed a barbarian country!"
"You have delicate features, but unfortunately, your heart is as poisonous as a snake's."
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After the rebellion of Jingkang, the Jin and Song Kingdoms were irreconcilable enemies. Over the past few years, they had been at war with each other. As a result, the anti-Jin sentiment in the country was very high. These young masters were used to being tyrannical in the country. How could they tolerate such a thing? Therefore, they all cursed out.
Xue Baochai frowned. Now that things had come to this, there was nothing she could do to stop them.
The yellow-robed girl's face was as cold as ice. Back then, the laundry had imprisoned many of her sisters and relatives. Naturally, she hated the Jin to the bone.
"Noisy!" Wanyan Zhongjie revealed an impatient expression. His horsemen all drew their bows and aimed at the Southern Song party.
The soldiers of the Imperial City Department also took out their Divine Bow and faced them. Although the Jin were good at archery, they were no match for the Southern Song in archery.
Wanyan Zhongjie frowned and felt some regret. He had been too careless. At such a close distance, they wouldn't be able to gain any advantage. Moreover, they would lose the mobility and momentum of cavalry.
Just as the two sides were in a deadlock, an impassioned and austere sound of a zither rang out.
Everyone was startled. Who was playing here?
Xue Baochai was proficient in music. She knew that the zither had a sour and impassioned tone, but this sound was even more mournful than a normal zither. Every note seemed to be in sync with her heartbeat. As the zither rang out, her heart jumped. The faster the zither played, the faster her heartbeat became. She felt her chest pounding, extremely uncomfortable.
After listening for a while, her heart felt like it was going to jump out of her chest. She suddenly realized, "If he plays any faster, won't my heart beat to death?"
Looking at the others, he saw that the soldiers of the Imperial City Department all had pained expressions on their faces. They could no longer hold the Divine Bow in their hands. As for the young masters, they were even worse off. Their faces were red as if they were about to bleed. The only thing they could do was cover their ears, but the sound continued to penetrate their minds.
Song Qingshu's heart skipped a beat. He looked at an old man in white among the Jin troops. The only person who could play the zither like this was Ouyang Feng. It seemed that he really loved Wanyan Zhongjie as his granddaughter. Otherwise, he wouldn't have accompanied her from so far away.
Suddenly, there was a shout. Everyone felt their hearts lighten. A figure had already attacked Ouyang Feng.
"Huh?" Ouyang Feng did not dare to be careless when he saw his opponent's strange and swift movements. He quickly put down his iron zither and in the blink of an eye, they had already exchanged several blows.
When the zither stopped, the people of the Southern Song Dynasty heaved a sigh of relief. They were drenched in sweat, as if they had just been fished out of a pool of hot water.
"I didn't expect this Yang girl to be so good at martial arts." Xue Pan gasped for breath. Looking at the two figures in the distance, he sighed to his sister.
Xue Baochai's condition was much better. She replied, "Of course she is good at martial arts. That's why you didn't listen to me when I told you not to provoke her."
"I won't, I won't." Xue Pan hurriedly shook his head.
"That old man in white should be Western Poison Ouyang Feng. I wonder if she'll be alright." Although Xue Baochai's martial arts were not top-notch, she was from the Imperial City Department. At the same time, she was meticulous and had excellent eyesight. She quickly recognized the identity of the enemy and could not help but worry.
"Don't worry, she'll be fine." Song Qingshu comforted her. Although the yellow-shirted girl's performance on Mount Wudang was a bit weak, it was only because she was facing Grand Masters who fought to the death. It was difficult for her to intervene.
But with her martial arts skills, she had easily intervened in the fight between Zhang Wuji and Shaolin Temple's San Du during the Lion Slaughtering Festival. She had swiftly won against Zhou Zhiruo, who had suppressed all the heroes with her skills. Later on, she had even separated Zhang Sanfeng and the sweeping monk. Of course, both of them had already intended to stop fighting.
Although the yellow-shirted girl's combat experience was not as good as Ouyang Feng's, her strength was almost at the level of one of the Five Greats. Naturally, she could protect herself.
After another dozen moves, Ouyang Feng suddenly jumped out of the battle. He waved his hand and said, "I don't want to fight anymore."
"Why?" The yellow-shirted girl knew that Ouyang Feng could not defeat her. Thinking of his reputation as the Western Poison, she could not understand why he would hold back.
"You are Song Qingshu's woman. I don't want him to come after me in the future." Ouyang Feng curled his lips. With his eyesight, he could naturally see that the yellow-shirted girl was disguised as a man. They had met on Mount Wudang, so after exchanging a few moves, he recognized her.
"What nonsense are you talking about?" The yellow-shirted girl's face turned red.
"Brother Song's woman?" Wanyan Zhongjie looked her up and down. "You have a bit of a fox's charm. No wonder."
The yellow-shirted girl almost fainted from anger.
"You can avoid death, but you can't escape punishment." Wanyan Zhongjie suddenly changed the topic and pointed at Song Qingshu. "Hand over that Jia guy to us and we can consider letting you live."
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