Qi Xianxia was probably concerned about the Venerable's taboo. Even though he disagreed with the Longhu Celestial Master Zhao Danping's actions, his expression remained calm and he did not comment.
Hong Xixiang brought Qi Xianxia to the hut where the Crown Prince of Beiliang used to practice his swordsmanship. The vegetable garden outside the hut was full of greenery. This year, he was the one taking care of it. He picked a cucumber, wiped away the thorns and put it into his mouth. The young chief sighed again and again. He thought of the slender girl who carried him up the mountain. He thought of the sword will that Senior Brother Wang praised under the Big Geng Horn. Regarding the grudges between His Royal Highness and her, as an outsider, he felt like he was looking at flowers in a fog. If someone said that His Royal Highness did not care about her, Hong Xixiang would not believe it even if he was beaten to death. His Royal Highness had suffered many times because of that unreasonable maidservant. The girl at the foot of the mountain was his mother. Hong Xixiang looked up at the sky and muttered, "This Princess Taiping is really not living a peaceful life."
Qi Xianxia stood outside the vegetable garden and looked at the young chief who was sighing. He asked, "When do you plan to leave the mountain?"
Hong Xixiang said helplessly, "I don't dare."
Qi Xianxia said calmly, "You dare to give Ancestor Lu's sword to an outsider, but you don't dare to leave the mountain?"
Hong Xixiang was silent and cowardly as usual.
Qi Xianxia sneered, "Afraid of ruining the Black Tortoise's prosperity? Afraid of letting down the ancestors and senior brothers on the mountain? "
Hong Xixiang shook his head and said, "No."
Qi Xianxia turned and left, leaving behind a sentence, "Are you going to the debate on the peak of Mount Longhu?"
Hong Xixiang lowered his head and pinched his fingers, saying, "Allow me to calculate."
Qi Xianxia sneered, "Calculate what, no matter how you calculate, you won't leave the mountain. Why deceive yourself?"
The young chief who was so good-tempered that it made people gasp in amazement said softly, "Bullsh * t!"
Qi Xianxia laughed and left.
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Beiliang's frontier fortress. The huge town was heavily guarded and the cavalry was valiant.
On this day, a sandstorm suddenly rose. It could be said that a river of crushed stones was as big as a bucket. Looking out from the city wall, all one could see was dust, giving off the desolation that was unique to a frontier fortress. But in this kind of chaos, there was still a man in white who went out of the city. Beside him was a graceful woman with a black veil covering her face. The man in white was leading the horse, and his posture was very, very low. It was really hard to tell which of the six major towns on the border was worthy of this honor. The woman's temperament was otherworldly. She held a pipa in her arms and faced the storm. Looking into the distance, one could see a tornado soaring into the sky. She sat on the horse and said softly in a clear voice, "You openly allowed the enemy of Beimang to leave the city. Aren't you afraid that the King of Beiliang will have a grudge against your adopted son?"
The man in white continued to lead the horse forward slowly, remaining calm and collected. Wherever they went, the wind and sand would not be able to enter.
The woman who wore a black muslin dress but a pair of snow-white embroidered shoes also fell silent.
The man in white finally said, "Chen Zhibao only knows that the first player of Beimang's Horse Drum, Fan Bai, has entered the city, but he doesn't know that Princess Qingluan of Beimang has left the city."
The woman in black dress and white embroidered shoes said with a smile, "How can Slave Bai dare to be called the first player? Xun Zigang's right hand is strong and fierce, like an iron horse rushing out. Zu Qingshan's left hand presses the string to Tongxuan, big and small pearls fall on a jade plate. Only then can he be considered a master of the pipa."
The man smiled faintly and said, "It's true that these two are good at playing, but the pattern is monotonous. They can't be compared to Miss Fan's own composition and music."
The woman with a veil covering her face turned to look at the man in white. This master of the art of war who made her risk her life to enter Beiliang's territory did not act according to common sense. Her trip to Beiliang, which had a clear goal, was forcefully dragged into an ambiguous situation by him. She gritted her teeth and said in a low voice, "General, Slave Bai can guarantee you a place in Beimang in the future. It will only be higher than the Liyang Dynasty!"
Chen Zhibao shook his head slightly and said, "That's boring."
The woman with a special identity frowned and said, "General, are you sure Beimang will lose? Will you be able to make contributions that are not inferior to the Spring and Autumn War? The Beiliang cavalry can be said to be invincible, but because of the restrictions of the imperial court, they have not been able to display their full strength for the past twenty years. However, if you enter Beimang and take control of the military, I can guarantee that you will have no scruples. Is there anything more interesting in the world than being enemies with the Beiliang cavalry? Once Beiliang is pacified, you can go straight south. With Gu Jiantang, the King of Yan, and the King of Guangling, and the Spring and Autumn War, won't you be able to reverse the situation with your strength alone? You must know that the ambition of the Emperor of Beimang is far greater than that of the Emperor of the Zhao family! "
The white-robed Chen Zhibao seemed unmoved. He smiled and said, "When did Miss Fan learn how to make empty promises?"
The woman was angry at first, then overjoyed. However, she did not strike while the iron was hot. She lowered her head and reached out to play the strings of the pipa. Suddenly, the silver bottle broke like silk. Her voice was sonorous as she softly sang, "Young men fly away on horseback when they are fifteen. Can't go back! Yellow sand rolls and stones roll, riding alone. All my life I have been spirited, today I have been spirited, today I have been spirited! Iron clothes like snow, war drums beat, when will the white-robed tyrant return? When will he return? "
Chen Zhibao heard this and dismissed it with a laugh.
The woman put away the pipa and the sound of metal and stone stopped. She smiled and said, "Perhaps I am destined to be a general in this life. But to be able to meet you on the battlefield, I was born at the right time."
Chen Zhibao nodded and let go of the reins.
The woman did not pretend to be sentimental. She lowered her eyebrows and said softly, "Since you are not willing to make a decision for the time being, I will wait for you to take control of the 300,000 Beiliang cavalry."
Chen Zhibao laughed and said, "Miss Fan, you are thinking too much."
The woman did not refute. She bent down and reached out as if she wanted to touch Chen Baiyi's cheek. Chen Zhibao did not dodge, but she retracted her hand without touching him. She straightened her back and did not dare to look him in the eye. She turned her head and said bitterly, "General, please forgive me for being rude."
Beimang had three pipa hands, Xun Zigang had his right hand, and Zu Qingshan had his left hand. In the end, they were not inferior to Fan Bainu's hands.
Chen Zhibao smiled and patted the horse's butt. He did not send her off.
The horse galloped away.
Chen Baiyi, whose heart was as calm as still water, turned his head and squinted at the flag with the word "Xu" on the city wall. He was lost in thought.
Li Yang Dragon, Beiliang Python, Beimang Flood Dragon, Bai Yi could be killed together.
Who was the one who said such an evil prophecy? Huang Longshi?
Little did he know that Huang Sanjia, who was full of nonsense and revealed the heavenly secret, was dozens of miles away, forcing a poor ranger to chase after the tornado and practice his swordsmanship.
Chen Zhibao walked back to the border city expressionlessly.
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