Huyan Suan, who loved to cook the brains of tigers, frowned. The Youzhou deputy general, whose stature was the shortest among the many Shu armored soldiers, did not look at the blind zither player who had walked right into the trap. Instead, he pointed at the railing of the stilted building.
Then, Dian Xiongzao saw a thin, short, and child-like shadow suddenly dash out, carrying away the Western Shu crown prince who had fainted. It ran along the railing of the railing, and just as it was about to leap out of the stilted building, Huyan Suan's Shu knife nailed into a pillar. The handle of the knife instantly sank into the pillar. The black shadow carrying Su Su twisted its body into a deformed position as it charged forward, barely dodging Huyan Suan's throwing knife. Carrying Su Su, it directly broke through the railing and charged into the sky outside the building. In an instant, a torrent of crossbow bolts unfolded on the Lusheng Field. The blind zither player, Xue Songguan, tilted her head slightly. She plucked a string, as if adjusting the tone. The dozens of powerful crossbow bolts shattered in the air. Then, the female zither player bent her pinky finger, hooking the first string with a powerful and respected sound. The string drew a beautiful arc, but it never fell. At the same time, her left thumb fiercely drew the remaining six strings. The prince consort, Fu Tao, and the Southern Tang's old young master, Wang Daowu, stepped out at the same time, each chopping out a knife. Countless fine cracks appeared on the knife's edge.
Xue Songguan still had her head lowered. Her bent finger suddenly straightened, and the taut string arc immediately bounced back. The female zither player's right hand retracted and shook her sleeve. She slapped down on all the surface of the string. The entire cobblestoned Lusheng Field, with her as the center, began to rapidly crack outwards. Of the Shu armored soldiers, Huyan Suan was the vanguard, the only one who did not retreat but instead advanced. This short and small general, who no longer had a knife in his hand, lowered his head and bent his waist, directly pulling out Dian Xiongzao's knife. With a sinister smile on his face, he strode three zhang away with a single step. When his foot landed, the tip of his foot tapped against the ground, and he moved horizontally. The cobblestone he landed on completely exploded. Afterwards, Huyan Suan tilted his head, a flower of blood immediately blossoming from his ear. Huyan Suan, who had a piece of his ear sliced off by the formless zither sound, was not angry. Instead, he laughed and continued to charge forward. After charging for several steps, his body flipped sideways in the air. Behind him, about fifty zhang away, Dian Xiongzao extended his palm. It was as if he had snapped a zither string. The disorderly broken string still left several marks on his armor. Dian Xiongzao did not pay attention to the bloodstains on his palm. His eyes stared at the young and blind zither player, clicking his tongue in wonder.
It was impossible for every general to be a match for tens of thousands of people, nor did it need to be so. Just like Dian Xiongnu, who was recognized as having outstanding martial arts strength, was actually just a Level Two expert. Even if his ability to command an army was not taken into account, in terms of breaking through enemy lines, perhaps all the Level Two experts in Jianghu were not as lethal as Dian Xiongnu. After all, in Jianghu, there were few absurd scenes of people ganging up on each other. However, breaking through enemy lines and killing enemies was different. It required a warrior's ability to listen carefully and observe all directions. However, there were also outliers among the generals in the army. Xu Longxiang, who had made a name for himself in the battle of Beimang, was one of them. Chen Zhibao, Yuan Zuozong, and other famous generals from the Spring and Autumn Period were one of them. Huyan Moan and the temporarily unknown young man Che Ye were also one of them. Especially the last two. Everything was ready except for the east wind. What they lacked was a huge battlefield enough for them to perform on the stage. In the Liyang imperial court, in terms of seniority, it was as difficult as ascending to the sky to stand out. One could only rely on one's endurance.
The woman whose appearance could only be considered delicate and pretty did indeed have the style of a grandmaster who could hold back ten thousand men. Even when facing these arrogant and valiant generals who had the advantage in numbers, from beginning to end, she had a calm and indifferent expression. Even when Huyan Moan's blade was less than three zhang away from her, she still did not show the slightest bit of impatience. She did not even raise her head to 'look' at Huyan Moan. She held the zither in one hand and opened her other hand, palm facing upwards, reaching under the zither strings. Her thumb and middle finger clasped the inner and outer strings, as if she was holding water with one hand. Her voice was light and her face carried a slight smile as she said, "A spoonful of water contains the taste of the sea, a flower blooms into heaven and earth."
The tip of Huyan Moan's blade was only three inches away from the zither. When the blind zither player gently released two fingers, as if he did not dare to be greedy and continue fighting, his body suddenly stopped. However, it was still too late. Huyan Moan's refined armor instantly turned into fine powder. This valiant general was bathed in blood. At this moment, from the corner of his eye, he glimpsed the scene of the stilted building in the distance. Gritting his teeth, he gripped his blade with both hands. With an angry shout, he rushed towards the blind woman. Xue Songguan turned around. For the first time, her entire person radiated with the decisive demeanor of someone who was willing to risk their life for another. However, her target was not Huyan Moan who was similarly staking everything on a single throw, but the man who was floating and blocking Su Su's path. From the beginning to the end, this man did not pay any attention to her. In a flash, he stood on the roof of a slightly lower stilted building, coincidentally blocking the black shadow and Su Su's path of retreat. Xue Songguan allowed Huyan Moan's blade to strike her shoulder. Her ten fingers pressed down on the zither strings, and the roof beneath the man's feet collapsed with a loud bang. The sound of the zither was silent, but the man did not move at all. Xue Songguan quietly sighed. She extended a finger and broke a zither string. She gently flicked it towards the man.
Huyan Moan, who had been ignored to the side, angrily drew his blade and scolded, "Bitch, you dare to look down on your Master Huyan!"
Xue Songguan, who had broken a zither string with her own hands, broke the remaining five strings in succession. She used the power of each string to block the five sharp blades that Huyan Moan sent out from behind her.
However, no matter how confident Xue Songguan was in front of Shu generals like Huyan and Fuxi, the difference between her and that man's realm was like the difference between her and Dian Xiong, Fu Tao and the other generals. There was an insurmountable gap between them. Her fingers pressed on the last string of the zither, wanting to break it.
The man stood in the air. He grabbed Su Su's shoulder with one hand and strangled the black shadow's neck with the other. This was the first time the latter had appeared in the world. He was an old dwarf who weighed no more than sixty jin.
Xue Songguan did not dare to break the strings anymore. The moment she broke the strings, Su Su and the old senior Man Xi would die.
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