Hsu Fengnian suddenly stood up and checked the flow of Qi in his body. There was nothing unusual. The fourth floor was only the fourth floor. Just as he was about to pull out the Embroidered Winter Spring Thunder and return it to its scabbard, he focused his mind and subconsciously leaned back until he was parallel to the ground. The tip of his foot kicked the scabbard of the Spring Thunder. The scabbard collided with the blade and broke through the ground. A dagger dipped in poison brushed past the tip of his nose. Hsu Fengnian held the Spring Thunder with his left hand and slammed his right palm on the ground. His body floated back twenty feet. After he stopped, he looked at the cliff and saw a slender figure leaping out with a dagger in her hand. She laughed and was not in a hurry to fight. She tilted her head and asked doubtfully, "Hey, how did you know that I would climb from the cliff to the top?"
Hsu Fengnian stared at the elusive young assassin without blinking. He suppressed the anger in his heart and said calmly, "You can crawl out from under a horse, jump out from water, and jump down from the hole in the city gate. For the one thousand taels of gold that the King of Jing An, Zhao Heng, paid you, what can't you do?"
The young girl said "oh" and didn't say anything else. She looked at Hsu Fengnian who was holding the dagger in his left hand with an expression that said, "I knew you were left-handed."
Hsu Fengnian suddenly asked, "Did you see anything strange when you climbed up?"
The young girl shook her head and said, "Climbing is boring."
Hsu Fengnian had a complicated expression. He looked at the white sky and said helplessly, "Haha, young lady, you stabbed the dagger in both hands into the stone wall and climbed for an entire night?"
After the young girl who was supposed to be in the prime of her youth assassinated Wang Mingyin with her dagger hand, it had caused a huge uproar in the Jianghu. The target of the assassination was the eleventh in the world who had been famous for twenty years. This news was even more shocking than a certain beauty and a certain young master. In the Jianghu, the most powerful aphrodisiacs were always secret manuals, women, and fame. There was an endless stream of people chasing after them, especially the latter. Otherwise, how could there be so many martial artists in the Eastern Sea Martial Emperor City who desperately wanted to climb up the city gate tower? Being able to go up to the second floor was enough to ensure that one would not have to worry about wealth and glory for the rest of his life. It was not that Hsu Fengnian had never offered her two or three thousand taels of gold, but she had never paid attention to him. What could he do? This time, he thought that he had the old God of Swords Li Chungang and the others to protect him, and in front of him was a natural barrier, so he could have a peaceful night. Who would have thought that even the Sword Cliff could not stop Miss Hehe? Hsu Fengnian could not understand. Was she really after the reward of a thousand taels of gold? Or was there some unknown irreconcilable enmity?
She tilted her head in another direction and asked, "Hey, why don't you call your lackeys to protect you?"
Hsu Fengnian said bitterly, "If I had shouted, wouldn't you have fought with your life on the line? Isn't it because I want to see if I can bury the hatchet with Miss Hehe? "
She shook her head and said seriously, "No need, you can shout it. At worst, after I stab you to death, I'll jump off the cliff. Wealth and honor are up to fate, and life and death are up to the heavens."
Hsu Fengnian smiled bitterly. "No leeway?"
The girl nodded her head heavily.
Hsu Fengnian squinted his eyes and looked at the sky. The sun was rising, and he exhaled. He pointed behind the girl and said with a smile, "Because of the angle of the light, the Sword Cliff Waterfall will turn into a golden yellow color. Why don't we enjoy the scenery before fighting?"
She did not make a sound and kept facing Hsu Fengnian. She slowly retreated and stopped at the edge of the cliff. From the corner of her eyes, she really saw a golden silk hanging down from the Sword Cliff. The scenery was gorgeous and charming. Hsu Fengnian was in a dilemma. In the end, he gave up the idea of running away. He walked to the edge of the cliff and enjoyed the scenery together.
Miss Hehe habitually said hello as a greeting. She asked, "Why are you crying?"
Hsu Fengnian said calmly, "I had a dream. I dreamed of my mother. It's up to you to believe it or not. "
He thought that he was destined to get no response. He did not expect that the girl would make a sound of acknowledgement. She emphasized it with an inexplicable tremble. She squatted down and held the dagger in her mouth. She held her cheeks with both hands and muttered to herself, "Is your mother beautiful?"
Hsu Fengnian smiled.
The girl killer's mouth slightly curled up. She said vaguely, "You are so beautiful. Your mother must be even more beautiful."
She slowly got up. One of her arms drooped down and a dagger fell out. She smiled. No matter how one looked at it, there was a bloody coldness. Hsu Fengnian was facing a formidable enemy. He cursed in his heart. This girl turned hostile just like that. He really had to find a chance to kill her. Otherwise, even with Li Chungang accompanying him, it was hard to guarantee that she would not succeed. His head was only worth a thousand taels of gold. Just thinking about it made him angry. Miss Hehe was indeed Miss Hehe. Every time she grasped the opportunity to kill someone, her actions were strange and unpredictable. She stared at Hsu Fengnian and said, "Today, I will not kill you. I will go back to the foot of the mountain. How about it?"
Hsu Fengnian said without hesitation, "Okay! But if you trust me, I can promise not to let the old God of Swords and the others kill you. Miss Hehe, you can walk down the mountain easily. "
She looked at His Royal Highness as if she was looking at an idiot. She said, "Not killing me does not mean you can not capture me. Do you think I am that stupid Princess Jing 'an? You have a useless butt but not a brain. "
Hsu Fengnian laughed knowingly. To be honest, if it were not for the fact that they had to separate life and death, he really wanted to have a heart-to-heart talk with her. He wanted to know who had taught such a wonderful person. Hsu Fengnian stretched out a palm, indicating that he would not see her off. The girl said warily, "Don't leave the cliff for now. Let me say this first. If you dare to go back on your words, I will not follow the rules in the future. It is not easy to kill you and that old man, but it is not difficult to kill one hundred light cavalry soldiers of the Phoenix Battalion one by one. "
Hsu Fengnian nodded. He watched as the assassin girl stabbed her daggers into the cliff like a gecko and slowly descended. But it only seemed slow. If one was in the situation, one would know that every time she stabbed into the cliff, there was a distance of twenty to thirty feet between them. If it were Hsu Fengnian, he would not have the guts to hang on the cliff. The mountain wind swept the cliff, unusually strong. Her body swayed as she descended. Even Hsu Fengnian, who was watching from the side, was worried for her. It was very strange. Hsu Fengnian did not have the slightest hope that she would fall to her death because of this. He did not know whether to laugh or cry. With her following him like a shadow, His Royal Highness did not dare to breathe for a moment on the path of martial arts cultivation.
The sun rose from the east, leaping out of the sea of clouds. Hsu Fengnian did not know how long he had been standing there until Old Man Li slowly walked over to watch the sunrise. Hsu Fengnian turned around and smiled. "I have some understanding of Senior's sword opening the gate of heaven."
Li Chungang's face was full of disbelief. He said in surprise, "Oh?"
Hsu Fengnian turned around and looked at the sea of clouds. He squinted his phoenix eyes, which could make a woman's heart flutter. He said with an intoxicating smile, "One sword after another, stacking the swords. No matter what sword move or sword technique it is, the sword intent will be endless. If one is determined not to kill with one sword, one will not use this sword. I bet my life's cultivation on this sword! If I were to learn the saber, I would do the same. I would strive to have the courage to kill the Heavenly Dragon with one move! "
Old Man Li did not change his expression. He said in a low voice, "That's reasonable. But with your current realm, aren't you courting death by using the saber like this?"
Hsu Fengnian shook his head. "Of course not now. Wait until I reach the Vajra Realm."
Li Chungang sneered arrogantly. "It's not that This Old Man is looking down on you, kid. As long as you are His Royal Highness, you won't be able to master this move. Without This Old Man as your protective talisman, won't Xu Xiao find other experts to be your death-exemption golden medallion? If you have nothing to fear, how can you achieve the realm in the midst of danger? "
Hsu Fengnian said calmly, "As long as I reach the Vajra Realm and return to Beiliang, I'll immediately enter Beimang alone."
Li Chungang snorted coldly. "At least you have some ambition. You didn't waste This Old Man's 200 Green Hands Snake."
Hsu Fengnian dismissed it with a smile.
The old God of Swords suddenly asked, "You almost went mad after meditating last night. What happened?"
Hsu Fengnian shook his head gently and said indifferently, "I'm fine."
The old man wrapped himself in a sheepskin coat, curled his lips, and stopped asking.
Yu Youwei and Pei Nanwei had also woken up to look at the scenery. Blue Bird followed behind them. He had to admit that Princess Jing 'an, who had been slandered by Miss Hehe as having no brains, was indeed worthy of the praise of' outshining the moon and putting the flowers to shame '. When a woman was so beautiful, it seemed that it didn't matter whether she had brains or not. Moreover, how could there be so many beautiful women with such great intelligence in this world? His Royal Highness' second sister, Xu Weixiong, could be said to have stunning military strategies, but wasn't she just plain looking? With Hsu Fengnian's hundred copper coins as a judge of beauty, among all the beauties he had seen in his life, Pei Nanwei was undoubtedly the number one. She should be at the standard of 94 to 95 copper coins. After she fell from grace, she wore a wooden hairpin and a narrow-sleeved cloth skirt, which was difficult to hide her charm. During this period of time, if she needed to appear in public, His Royal Highness would ask her to wear a soft Guanyin hood, with a light muslin draped over her shoulders. When conservative women went out, most of them would wear this kind of hood. Young ladies who were yet to be betrothed would generally wear a headband with a bright color. Their faces could be seen 70-80% clearly, so it didn't matter whether they wore it or not.
Yu Youwei didn't need to be so cautious and reserved. She wore a well-styled brocade with large sleeves, exquisite embroidery, and a pair of brocade boots full of the style of the Western Regions. In terms of appearance, she naturally lost two or three copper coins to Pei Nanwei, whose skin was publicly recognized as whiter than snow. However, Yu Youwei's bosom was as small as the mountains. As long as one had the hobby of playing with the peeled lychee meat on their chest, no one would not submit under her skirt.
On this trip out of Beiliang, intentionally or unintentionally, he discussed some court politics with Yu Youwei. Perhaps it was because she was born in a family of officials and had been influenced by what she saw and heard since she was young, but she was always able to reveal a rather extraordinary view.
Hsu Fengnian returned the embroidered winter and spring thunder to its sheath and hung it around his waist again. He walked straight back to the Phoenix Battalion's camp.
Yu Youwei and Pei Nanwei stood together, looking at the gorgeous sky with blurred eyes.
And beneath their feet.
On a cliff that looked like it had been cut by an immortal's sword, a young girl held the hilt of a knife with one hand. Her body swayed, like a stubborn blade of grass between the cracks of the wind.
She, who was neither above nor below the ground, stared blankly at the morning glow. She didn't laugh.
She just stood there in a daze.
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