I wanted to take a short nap yesterday afternoon, but I didn't expect to sleep for more than ten hours ….
After the girl chuckled, the old God of Swords had already rushed over. She pulled out the hand knife that had pierced through Wang Mingyin's body, and her petite and thin figure leaped backward. Her feet stuck to half of an old locust tree, and with another tap, she disappeared like a shooting star. She came and went lightly, but even an old man like Li Chungang, who had experienced the vicissitudes of life, widened his eyes. It wasn't that the girl's martial prowess was superior to Wang Mingyin's, who deserved to be ranked eleventh in the world. Wang Mingyin had withstood two green snakes that were a hundred feet long, and in the middle, he had been struck in the chest by the Instant Spear. In addition, all his attention had been focused on Hsu Fengnian, which was why there was a possibility of him being killed in one strike. The girl had grasped the time, place, people, and everything with incomparable precision. In the end, she had successfully killed Wang Mingyin with a hand knife, leaving him unable to rest in peace. When Li Chungang arrived, she retreated without any reluctance. She had the bearing of a first-class assassin who had attacked the moon like a comet or an eagle striking the palace.
Hsu Fengnian didn't care about this. He silently came to the side of the snow-white Blue Bird, sat on the ground, and held her in his arms. He reached out to wipe away the shocking black blood at the corner of her mouth. Li Chungang threw away the sword in his hand, and after drawing a beautiful semicircle in the air, he coincidentally inserted it into the scabbard that was inserted into the ground in front of the carriage. The old man tightened his sheepskin coat and strolled in front of His Royal Highness. This eldest son of Beiliang was able to remain calm in the face of danger when faced with the Red Armor Talisman General who had broken out of the ground. Later on, he had to face Wang Mingyin, who was aiming for his head, and he still hadn't flinched half a step. But now, he was at a loss. He could only stare blankly at the maidservant in his arms, whose breathing was as thin as paper. The old God of Swords sighed quietly, squatted down, and pinched the arm of the green-clothed maidservant with two fingers. He frowned and asked, "The girl who killed Wang Mingyin, is she your family's kamikaze?"
Hsu Fengnian's answer, "Can she be saved?"
Li Chungang's expression was solemn as he tapped Blue Bird's forehead with his finger, causing her to fall asleep. The old God of Swords said slowly, "That depends on fate. This Old Man first sealed off her reverse flow of Qi and blood. He only stopped her on the road to the Yellow Springs. As for whether she would be able to walk back to the world of the living, only heaven knows. Even the Spear Immortal Wang Xiu, who was at the peak of his Qi and blood at the age of 40, did not dare to use the Instant Spear's Overlord Armor Removal. This little girl is really willing to sacrifice her life for you. Carry her back to the carriage first. This Old Man will see if he can inject sword energy into her to prolong her life. Don't let anyone disturb her for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. Otherwise, even Qi Xuanzhen won't be able to save her. "
Hsu Fengnian smiled sadly.
Shu Xiu, whose clothes were tattered and could barely cover her body, arrived in a panic. She seemed to have killed in the reed marsh until her eyes turned red. She knelt on the ground and said with a trembling voice, "Your Highness, Zhenren Wei's sword formation broke the wooden armor, but Lü Qiantang's internal organs were shattered by the explosion of the corpse in the fire armor. He's about to die."
Hsu Fengnian only uttered a faint "oh." Then, he carried Blue Bird and walked towards the carriage. Shu Xiu's expression was bleak, as if she was grieving for the death of a rabbit. Among the three retainers who were personally appointed by the Great Pillar State to protect the Emperor, Lü Qiantang was undoubtedly the most valued by His Royal Highness. At this moment, his death was like an extinguished lamp without any words of consolation. Shu Xiu admitted that she was already quite harsh. Compared to this young man who was expected to succeed the throne as the new King of Beiliang in the future, she was just like the saying of a small sorcerer in the presence of a great one in the southern border. For a moment, she almost wanted to take the opportunity to escape. However, when she thought of the Great Pillar State's iron fist, Shu Xiu smiled sadly. Escape? The world was vast. How could she escape from the Five Finger Mountain of a butcher? What was so unfortunate about being born into a royal family? It was pitiful to be a servant of a noble family whose life was lower than a dog's. When Lü Qiantang was alive, Shu Xiu had always competed with this Dongyue swordsman for fame and status. She hoped to stand out among the three of them and was only favored by His Royal Highness. At this moment, her heart was like dead ashes. She silently returned to the reed marsh to take one last look at Lü Qiantang.
Jiang Ni and Yu Youwei left the carriage. The old God of Swords went up with his sword and used his sword aura to save people. Li Chungang saw Hsu Fengnian sitting on the side in a daze and said angrily, "What are you staring at here for? Get out. His Royal Highness is hiding here when the curtains of the battle have just fallen. What kind of scandal is this? "
After Hsu Fengnian got off the carriage, he looked around. The official road had long been crisscrossed with ravines and was extremely dilapidated. In the battle to the death, Big Halberd Ning Emei and Feng Battalion Commandant Yuan Meng were both heavily injured. Eight light cavalrymen died and sixteen were injured. The old Daoist Wei Shuyang walked out from the reed marsh. When he saw Hsu Fengnian safe and sound, he felt relieved. Hsu Fengnian approached the battlefield and pulled out the iron halberd that nailed one of the light cavalrymen to the ground. He took off his outer robe and covered the dead soldier's body. He returned the halberd to Ning Emei and said softly, "General Ning, you and Commandant Yuan are in charge of cleaning up the battlefield. I'll make a trip to the reed marsh first."
Ning Emei, whose arm had been broken by Wang Mingyin, nodded heavily. He glanced at His Royal Highness' robe that was covering his chest with his outer robe. His eyes softened a bit.
Hsu Fengnian and Wei Shuyang walked into the reed marsh together. Lü Qiantang was covered in blood and sat on the shore near the water. The beautiful Shu Xiu was beside him in a daze. Yang Qingfeng stood not far away. She stretched out her hand and broke the reed swaying in the wind. Hsu Fengnian carried a pot of wine and sat across from Lü Qiantang, who had placed the Crimson Cloud Sword horizontally across his knees. He didn't say anything.
This swordsman had been a lackey in Beiliang Palace for a long time. The heroic spirit he had when he roamed Jianghu had been ground away. Instead, he had a heroic spirit when he was about to die. He was no longer submissive to His Royal Highness. After coughing blood, he laughed loudly and said, "Your Highness, may I ask if this wine is a farewell wine?"
Hsu Fengnian raised the wine pot and asked, "Can you drink?"
Lü Qiantang, who was already in a state of terminal lucidity, had recovered a bit of his qi and blood. His thick and sturdy arms softly rested on his sword. He laughed at himself and said, "Even if I can't drink, I still have to drink. Otherwise, wouldn't I have died in vain? It's a pity that my arms are crippled. I'm afraid I can't hold the wine pot. I'll have to trouble Your Highness. "
Hsu Fengnian stretched out his hand and poured the wine into Lü Qiantang's mouth. Wei Shuyang, who had lived a carefree life as a cultivator, sighed when he saw this scene. This was especially true for Shu Xiu, who took pleasure in playing with life. No matter how carefree she was, her eyes still became moist. She sat a bit further away and turned her back to him. Hsu Fengnian retracted his hand and held the wine pot. He asked softly, "Do you have any last wishes?"
Lü Qiantang laughed freely and said, "No. I'm a martial artist. My country has long since been destroyed and my home destroyed. All that's left is the sword in my hand. If I really have to say something, I hope that Your Highness can scatter Lü Qiantang's ashes into the Guangling River. You can watch the tide and practice your sword for ten years. Every year on the fifteenth day of the eighth month, that line of tide is extremely beautiful. If Your Highness goes to Guangling, you should go and see that scene. That way, you won't have lived in vain. "
Hsu Fengnian laughed and said, "Okay."
Lü Qiantang spat out a mouthful of blood and suddenly scolded with a smile, "That dog of a His Royal Highness!"
Hsu Fengnian laughed it off.
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