Yang Qingfeng carefully squatted down. After a moment of surprise, he forced a smile and said, "His Royal Highness, this armored man seems to have been dead for a long time."
Hsu Fengnian's movements on the corpse were as smooth as flowing water. He wasn't the slightest bit frightened by Yang Qingfeng's revelation. He frowned and said, "Seems?"
Yang Qingfeng's heart skipped a beat. He said in a deep voice, "I'm sure."
Hsu Fengnian didn't linger on this topic. He asked, "What clues do you have?"
Yang Qingfeng stared at the red-armored man and said slowly, "As expected, most of the talismans came from Mount Longhu's Celestial Master Sect. As the saying goes, water doesn't lie in its depth. The talismans of the Celestial Master Sect are different from the talismans of Mount Gezao. Mount Longhu doesn't care if the talismans have a proper form. Your Highness the Crown Prince, look at the cloud pattern on the ancient seal script on your arm. This is Mount Longhu's most famous Cloud Seal. There are as many as seven layers, but it's a pity that it's not the same as the Eight Layers of Purple Cloud Seal of the Underworld. As for the most difficult Nine Layers Heavenly Book, it only exists in the annals of Mount Longhu's history. This Nine Palaces Talisman is different. It comes from Mount Gezao's Spiritual Treasure Mountain Moving Scripture. The difference can also be seen in the way the Qi Practitioners use the brush. As for the image of the Heavenly Venerate on the left leg, it's unmistakably a Maoshan talisman. Its form is excellent, only a step away from the immortal grade. As for the Sanskrit scriptures, I don't dare to say anything. But I think there must be traces of the Heavenly Secret Tower of the Shangyin Academy. "
Hsu Fengnian knocked on the armor with the spring lightning. The sound was crisp and clear. He pierced it with the tip of his saber, but there was no trace. He asked, "What is the material of this red armor?"
Yang Qingfeng shook his head and said, "I don't know. This is the first time I've seen it."
The corpse in the red armor gradually turned into ashes, and then it was beaten into the mud by the raindrops. As the old man said, the knowledge of the armor faded away, and in the end, only an incomplete armor was left.
Hsu Fengnian stood up and put away the Spring Thunder Saber. Just then, Wei Shuyang and Ning Emei dismounted from their horses. Hsu Fengnian noticed that Ning Emei's hand, which was holding the halberd, was bleeding profusely. There were only a few short halberds left in his backpack. This Wu Dian general knelt heavily in the mud and shouted with bloodshot eyes, "This general is incompetent. The Phoenix Battalion has lost more than forty men, but we still couldn't stop that red-armored man. We only managed to cut off one of his arms! Ning Emei only asked His Royal Highness to give this general thirty light cavalry to pursue and kill! If you can't take down that assassin, Ning Emei will bring his head to me! "
Hsu Fengnian asked in surprise, "General Ning cut off one of the armored man's arms?"
To the side, Wei Shuyang nodded gently.
It was truly a bloody battle. Although the Phoenix Battalion was composed of light cavalry, no one was afraid of death or injury when faced with the unfathomable red-armored man. Especially with the battle formation that had been honed over the years, they displayed a strength that was beyond Wei Shuyang's imagination. Ning Emei took the lead, his iron halberd sweeping away thousands of troops. In addition, the short halberd on his back whistled like the wind every time it was thrown. Yet, Ning Emei had actually cut off one of the red-armored man's arms. Even though Wei Shuyang was a Taoist, he was still in Jianghu. In the past, it was inevitable that he had underestimated the martial artists on the battlefield. Today, after seeing it with his own eyes, he realized how invincible it was when the martial artists and valiant soldiers gathered together in a battle formation.
Hsu Fengnian smiled and said calmly, "General Ning, you can bring the Phoenix Battalion back to Beiliang. I don't need you to worry about me anymore. How can Beiliang's elite be lost in Jianghu?"
The burly Ning Emei lowered his head and stuck the halberd in his hand into the ground. He gritted his teeth and said, "Ning Emei is not willing! The Phoenix Battalion is not willing! "
Hsu Fengnian said expressionlessly, "Are they not afraid of death?"
Ning Emei said in a deep voice, "When have the Beiliang cavalry ever been afraid of death? They only know how to seek death in battle! "
Hsu Fengnian mounted the white horse and said indifferently, "Then follow. Ning Emei, send the dead soldiers back to the Cold Land first. I will slow down and wait for you. "
Ning Emei drew his halberd and left to carry out the order.
The heavy rain continued to pour from the pitch-black sky to the earth without spending any money. The cavalry calmed down. Ning Emei went back to deal with the funeral arrangements. Lü Qiantang carried the red trophy armor on his back. Shu Xiu sat on the horse in a daze. Yang Qingfeng, who had always been a loner since childhood, had a rare smile on his old-fashioned face. This made Shu Xiu, who was riding side by side, come back to her senses and see it. When she saw it, she felt more and more depressed.
Hsu Fengnian said self-deprecatingly, "The Phoenix Battalion, for whom are they seeking death?"
— — —
Thirty li out of the city, braving the rain to welcome Beiliang's second great noble.
The officials of the Yingyu Battalion, in their anxiety and fear, only waited until the courier sent a message that made them look at each other in dismay. His Royal Highness had already taken a shortcut and arrived at the city gate.
Zheng Hanhai smiled bitterly and shook his head. He said to Jin Lanting, "Let's go."
The Deputy Captain of the Dongjin Battalion, Tang Yinshan, spat on the ground. He walked out of the pavilion and said angrily, "Let's go back to the city!"
Hsu Fengnian was led by the humble and fearful officials of the city to the elegant scholar Jin Lanting's private residence. It occupied a large area and had a deep courtyard. He raised geese, planted lotuses, and planted bananas. It was indeed a peaceful place with pleasant scenery. It was fortunate that the little Yingyu Battalion could find such a good place with good feng shui. From beginning to end, the officials of the Yingyu Battalion did not dare to say a word. It was no wonder that he was afraid of His Royal Highness like a wolf, a tiger, or a leopard. In the imperial court, there was a world of difference between officials. There were countless thresholds for officials. The sixth rank was a threshold, and the third rank was another big threshold. Other than the officials of the border who held great power, those below the third rank were just small carps that had not made the great leap. They were just slightly fatter than the other fish and shrimp. Only by wearing the third rank peacock or tiger or leopard official robes could one be considered to have achieved success as an official. If one was a civil official, being able to exchange the third rank peacock patch for a second rank golden pheasant and finally for a first rank red-crowned crane, heh, this was bringing honor to one's ancestors.
Hsu Fengnian changed into a new set of clothes in his room. Blue Bird helped him comb his hair.
Hsu Fengnian took out the [Yu Gong Geography Journal] and laid it out on the table.
He pointed at a few provinces and counties and said with a smile, "Look, the Yong and Quan provinces that border Beiliang. There are more than ten people with real power. Regardless of whether they are civil or military officials, they all harbor enmity toward Xu Xiao. One-third of Great General Gu Jiantang's former subordinates are stationed in these two provinces. Within the borders of Yong Province, I'm afraid that other than this Yingyu Battalion, we won't be able to see any good faces. However, once we leave Yong Province, the situation will take a turn for the better. In the past two years, Lu Qiuer has bribed some of the old generals of Beiliang to hold power in the provinces and counties. When the time comes, it will be inevitable that there will be a few toasts. Perhaps there will be countless concubines and beautiful maids who will fight to warm my bed. Thinking back to the time when I was with Old Huang in the middle of Yong Province, I was robbed and lost my horse.
In Ji Province, I can't be mentioned in the same breath. "
Blue Bird looked out the window and said, "Jiang Ni is holding a book and holding an umbrella in the courtyard while waiting."
Hsu Fengnian said with a smile, "She only has money in her eyes. Let her in. "
Blue Bird led Jiang Ni into the room. Hsu Fengnian pointed to a bag on the table that Blue Bird was in charge of. He instructed Jiang Ni, "Don't be in a hurry to read. Grind the ink first. I want to draw something."
There was good quality rice paper in the room, but Hsu Fengnian was very good at writing. Jiang Ni opened the bag and picked out a Guandong Liao Wei. However, when she saw the extremely familiar fire clay ancient inkstone on Mount Wudang, Jiang Ni had already thrown this ancient inkstone, which was ranked second by West Chu's Imperial Uncle, Jiang Taiya, into the Elephant Washing Pool. How did it appear again? Jiang Ni carefully examined and stroked it. She flipped through the bottom of the ancient inkstone and saw that it was indeed 'West Chu's Million Halberd Warriors, Who Can Compete?' Jiang Ni used all her strength to hold the ancient inkstone that was warm in winter and cool in summer. She couldn't bear to use it to smash His Royal Highness who was treacherous and shameless. She could only curse with reddened eyes, "What's going on?!"
Hsu Fengnian said with a smile, "I gave it to you, but you threw it away. I'm a stingy person, so I went to the bottom of the Elephant Washing Pool to pick it up."
Jiang Ni's eyes were moist and her lips trembled.
Hsu Fengnian imitated her tone perfectly, "The Divine Talisman is mine! Mine! The fire clay ancient inkstone is mine, it's still mine! "
Jiang Ni pounced on this bastard and shouted with a crying voice, "I'll kill you!"
Hsu Fengnian turned his head to look at the 'Yu Gong Geography Record'. He stretched out a leg to block the charging clay figurine and said softly, "Alright, stop fooling around. Take this ancient inkstone as a gift."
Jiang Ni cried with resentment, "It was originally mine! You scoundrel! I'm going to learn the sword from Li Chungang and stab you to death! "
Hsu Fengnian narrowed his eyes and fell into deep thought.
Hsu Fengnian couldn't care less about the fact that he hadn't learned the sword art yet and could only use the ancient inkstone to smash the clay figurine on his knee. He clicked his tongue and said, "Li Chungang? This old man's conduct really doesn't look like a sword god … "
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