Hsu Fengnian's palm struck Chen Zhibao's forehead, while Chen Zhibao's fist smashed into Hsu Fengnian's forehead between his eyebrows.
Both of their bodies swayed, trying their best to stabilize their bodies. Neither of them was willing to take even half a step back. Then, each of them viciously kicked out with their feet, still seeking only offense and abandoning defense. This time, both of them finally took a few steps back. Then, almost at the same time, they took a few steps forward. Just like before, they raised their arms and struck out with their elbows. The two of them, who had been hit in the head, staggered to the left and right.
When Xu Fengnian and Bodhisattva Tuoba fought in a narrow alley in a small city in the Western Region, both of them only moved within a small area. They gave up on the pursuit of a powerful aura and instead used their Dao field in a snail's shell, showing the graceful bearing of a grandmaster who had returned to his original simplicity.
Today's battle in Chen Zhibao's courtyard could be said to be a different approach to achieve the same result.
After the two of them separated by a small distance, Chen Zhibao, who originally held the plum wine in his hand, did not necessarily have the advantage of making the first move. After all, the plum wine was too long. It was just that Chen Zhibao, whose spear technique had reached perfection, suddenly grasped the air in his palm, causing the spear to slide backwards. After grasping the plum wine tightly in his hand, it became like a three foot long sword that was at the perfect distance to meet the enemy. As a result, the plum wine spear tip struck Hsu Fengnian's palm earlier. Even though the plum wine spear tip was unusually blunt, when it struck Hsu Fengnian's chest, it immediately sent the pale-faced Hsu Fengnian flying backwards. Chen Zhibao, who had succeeded in one strike, frowned for some reason.
As his body slid backwards, Hsu Fengnian spread out his arms. His nine fingers were spread out, leaving only one finger bent.
Hsu Fengnian's nine fingers separately guided the nine flying swords that had once again appeared in the air. Under the guidance of the nine swords, not only did the momentum of his retreat abruptly stop, but it also immediately followed up with a forward momentum as fast as lightning.
Hsu Fengnian leaped high into the air and pressed down with his finger.
All of the slightly swaying Qi lotuses in the small courtyard dissipated, and the Divine Will from all directions gathered on his finger.
Li Chungang had once wielded his sword on a muddy path in the rain.
Immortal One Sword knelt down.
Chen Zhibao raised his plum wine spear in front of him.
The Plum Wine was flicked by a finger, and the spear bent in an exaggerated arc. The tip of the arc heavily smashed onto Chen Zhibao's forehead.
The King of Shu was knocked back until his back was pressed against the wall. Only then was he able to stop himself.
After Hsu Fengnian's feet landed on the ground, he said calmly, "I'll return the slap you gave me on behalf of Beiliang's 300,000 cavalrymen."
Chen Zhibao forcibly swallowed the blood that was about to gush out of his throat. He tightened his grip on the spear, and only then did the Plum Wine in his hand stop shaking violently.
Chen Zhibao twitched the corner of his mouth and looked around. The coffin in the house, the jujube tree in the corner, the scattered dates on the ground, and the two embroidered winter spring thunders that had never been used. Finally, he looked at the young King who had just suffered one disaster after another.
Chen Zhibao slowly took off the spearhead and walked into the house. He put the plum wine back into the cloth bag and carried it on his back. He walked straight to the door of the courtyard. Just as he was about to step out of the threshold, he stopped, turned his back to Hsu Fengnian, and sneered, "You don't even dare to rebel. How can you be the King of Beiliang?!"
Hsu Fengnian asked back, "Do you know why Xu Xiao doesn't want you to be the King of Beiliang?"
Chen Zhibao took a step out of the courtyard and left behind a strange sentence. "We both know that this matter has nothing to do with you."
Hsu Fengnian stood where he was and did not stop Chen Zhibao from leaving.
Some things, it was not about whether one dared to do it or not, but whether one could or did not want to do it.
Previously, when the two fought on the Guangling River, they did not reach the point of exchanging lives. Today, it was still the same because neither of them wanted to. At that time, Hsu Fengnian wanted to lead ten thousand great snow dragon cavalry to save Jiang Ni, and Chen Zhibao, who had left the territory of the King of Beiliang, wanted to obtain chestnuts from the fire of Guangling Road. Now, it was Hsu Fengnian who wanted to lead the Beiliang cavalry to block the one million troops of Beimang, and Chen Zhibao was most likely a tiger that had left the deep mountains, and had truly begun to aspire to rule the world.
Chen Zhibao slowly walked on the empty streets of Huaiyang Pass. After walking out of the city gate, he did not look at the thousands of elite cavalry outside the city with complicated expressions. He only said to the white face that had entered the city with him, "Do you want to come with me to Guangling Road, or do you want to stay in Beiliang? Although Xie Guanying is dead, no matter what his original intentions were, after all, he had helped me capture a bowl of Shu Jiao. Because of his kindness, I will return what I owe him to you. "
The white face nodded. "It just so happens that I want to go back to my hometown. It's on the way with you."
Both of them were dressed in white, and were the most romantic people in the world.
Chu Lushan hesitated for a moment, but still asked the cavalry under his command to leave two Beiliang war horses for them. Chen Zhibao did not refuse.
Chu Lushan looked at the former Beiliang Governor who had mounted the horse, and said angrily, "Surnamed Chen, the next time you come to Beiliang to stir up trouble, you won't get such treatment!"
Chen Zhibao, who was carrying two cloth bags on his back, did not pay attention to the fat man's threat, and urged his horse to leave.
The two horses went further and further away.
The white face suddenly asked, "Chen Zhibao, what are you thinking? Why is there only murderous intent, but no murderous intent? If not for this, I would have stopped you from entering Huaiyang Pass. "
Chen Zhibao remained silent.
The white face suddenly turned the horse's head, and said self-mockingly, "I almost forgot. Wait for a moment, I'll go get my sabers."
Chen Zhibao rode slowly for a while, and then gently pulled the reins. He looked back at Huaiyang Pass, or rather, at the desolate Beiliang Pass in the distance, and said to himself, "There are some things that Hsu Fengnian can't do."
Chen Zhibao did not say anything, but kept it in his heart.
But there are also some things that Chen Zhibao can't do.
Chen Zhibao looked at the sky, and the corners of his mouth curled up. For the first time, he smiled knowingly.
Perhaps it was not only friends who could have a tacit understanding and treat each other with sincerity, but also enemies.
Although Chen Zhibao had scolded and ridiculed Hsu Fengnian when he saw him this time, in the final analysis, Chen Zhibao had no murderous intent because the young man had a clear bottom line that Chen Zhibao was well aware of.
It was not that Chen Zhibao couldn't understand Hsu Fengnian's inner thoughts and the words that had never been spoken.
"How can I not want the 300,000 cavalrymen of Beiliang and the millions of people of Beiliang not to die? How can I not want all the civil and military officials of Beiliang to be beautiful? "
"I don't want the Beiliang cavalry to die a worthy death. I just want everyone to live. I hope the world is peaceful. I hope that Beiliang will be as peaceful as the Central Plains. Twenty years, a hundred years!"
"How can I not hope that no name will be carved on the steles of Mount Qingliang?"
Chen Zhibao collected his thoughts and felt a little pity for Hsu Fengnian.
"As expected of his son, as expected of Li Yishan's chosen disciple. He has never been truly happy in his life."
Chen Zhibao sighed for no reason.
He had come to Beiliang this time to save Qi Dangguo.
He also wanted to go to a certain place in Mount Qingliang to pay respects to the woman he had always regarded as his own mother.
Chen Zhibao smiled.
My surname is not Xu.
My name is Zhibao.
— —
When White Fox Face returned to the small courtyard, it happened to see the lonely young vassal king sitting on the steps. He had a pair of sabers by his side and a handful of dates that were half green and half red in his robe. He was whistling melodiously.
When he saw it, he smiled and nodded.
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