The old God of Swords looked on coldly from the sidelines. He was still a little surprised in his heart. Li Chungang, who had experienced many hardships, had long since figured out Xu Fengnian's temperament. Now that he had bowed so openly and sincerely, it could be considered that he had given Zhao Xituan and Mount Longhu enough face. Otherwise, given Hsu Fengnian's stubborn personality, he would have fought to the death even if he had provoked some King of Jing An, Zhao Heng, or some scholarly group of Gangnam-do. Yu Youwei held Wu Meiniang between her breasts. The white cat was comfortably pretending to be asleep, half asleep and half awake. Occasionally, it would use its furry head to rub its perky bosom. Princess Jing An did not know Zhao Xituan's identity, but she guessed from the scene that this foolish youth was Hsu Fengnian's younger brother, the future Prince of Beiliang. She could not imagine that the two brothers of the Marquis Clan could get along so well. As for why the young prince was cultivating with a sloppy old Daoist in a shabby monastery at the foot of Mount Longhu, Pei Nanwei did not bother to make wild guesses.
What shocked Zhao Xituan even more was the following scene. After His Royal Highness bowed with his hands clasped, the White Horse Cavalry, led by Ning Emei, gripped the hilts of their Beiliang sabers with their right hands and crossed their left arms before their chests. They took a step back in unison as a sign of respect.
Everyone knew that the Beiliang cavalry were the best in the world, arrogant because of their proficiency in battle. During the Spring and Autumn War, when they traveled with Gu Jiantang and the other vassal armies, they always took the lead and no one dared to cut in. Throughout the Spring and Autumn War, only once did the Beiliang army give way to a scholar-led brigade that achieved great merit. Within the Northern Liang Army, this tradition had always been passed down. Those who did not have great military exploits would have to give way to those who had great military exploits. Even if it was a military officer with a high military rank, he would have to give way to those who had great military exploits. For example, the scouts who accumulated their reputation by killing the barbarians' heads, even if they were just low-level armored soldiers, in Beiliang's military towns, even if they ran into border officials at the level of County Governor, they could still advance on the official road without getting off their horses or bending down.
Zhao Xituan sighed inwardly. His Royal Highness had changed. It was a good thing for him, but it might not be a good thing for Mount Longhu, especially the Celestial Master Residence. The old Daoist brought the group into the Daoist temple with mixed feelings. Hsu Fengnian, who was sitting beside the secluded ancient well with Xu Longxiang, smiled and said, "Old Celestial Master, please help me arrange the Phoenix Battalion."
Zhao Xituan nodded and said, "There's no need for Your Highness to say anything. Mount Longhu will naturally make the appropriate arrangements."
Hsu Fengnian joked, "I heard that this Daoist ancestral temple, Yuzhang Chenglin, was imposing, and that the Yi Sect was like the Heavenly Gate. Old Celestial Master, your temple is deserted to a whole new level."
Zhao Xituan blushed with shame and smiled. "My social relations are poor. There's nothing I can do about it. I've made His Royal Highness laugh."
Hsu Fengnian waved his hand and said, "In any case, Huang Man 'er doesn't care about this. I see that he's quite happy here. It's not any worse than when he was in Beiliang Palace. Isn't that right, Huang Man 'er? "
Xu Longxiang grinned foolishly.
On this side, they kept talking about His Highness, Beiliang, and the Old Celestial Master. The authorities were calm and indifferent, accustomed to it. As a result, the Murong siblings, who were outside the situation and were kept in the dark, were greatly frightened. Although Murong Tonghuang had long expected that Hsu Fengnian's identity was very special, no matter how he thought about it, he felt that being able to rank with Chu Lushan in the front line was already extremely shocking. For the remnants of the Spring and Autumn Period, specifically in the provincial capital, the most unforgettable thing for the Beiliang army was undoubtedly the ghost city of Xiangfan, which had been completely massacred after the city was breached. There was also Jianzhou, where the Western Leibi sat. Longhu and Xuanyuan faced each other from east to west. How could they forget the humiliation brought by the Beiliang's iron armor? Murong Wu Zhu was in high spirits. She was overjoyed when she mistakenly thought that she had caught a thin straw in the wind and waves, only to discover that it was a towering tree. It was like she had accidentally fallen in love with a poor scholar, only to find out that the scholar was the heir of a wealthy family after eloping with him. Murong Tonghuang could not help but tremble. His face was flushed, and he stared at His Royal Highness with a complicated expression.
Other than the master of the Wutong Palace, who in the world was the most feared figure in the world by Jiangdong and Xuanyuan? It was Beiliang.
Xu Xiao, the butcher of Jianghu.
Blue Bird and Yu Youwei went to the Taoist temple to clean up the house. Pei Nanwei had to lower her head under the eaves. Most of the time, she was no different from a maid. She had already accepted her fate. Ning Emei and the others were taken to the nearby Taoist temple by the old Taoist Master Zhao Xituan. The old God of Swords went to take a walk by the Green Dragon Stream alone. In the end, only the brothers and siblings with different identities were left in the courtyard. Hsu Fengnian touched Huang Man 'er's head and glanced at Murong Tonghuang who was looking straight at him. Murong Wuzhu was peeping at His Royal Highness, but soon he lowered his head and looked at his feet. His Royal Highness said calmly, "You finally know my identity?"
Murong Tonghuang bit his lips.
Hsu Fengnian smiled and said, "Did you pee in your pants?"
Murong Tonghuang was stunned.
Hsu Fengnian smiled and said, "If Wen Hua was here, he would definitely say that I peed in my pants."
Murong Wuzhu did not feel disgusted when he heard such frivolous words. He just felt unbearably shy. His ears and neck were red, and he did not dare to look at His Royal Highness who had a prominent identity. Murong Tonghuang could still hold on and looked at Hsu Fengnian from beginning to end.
Hsu Fengnian thought for a while and said with a naughty smile, "I do have a little grudge with the Xuanyuan family, but don't think that you can just watch the flood leisurely. When the time comes, you will go to the Bull Gang to disgust the Xuanyuan family. I'll have to trouble you and your brother to cooperate and act closer to me."
Murong Wuzhu quietly raised his head and quickly lowered it.
Murong Tonghuang asked straightforwardly, "Are you really the Prince of Beiliang? The eldest son of the King of Beiliang? "
Hsu Fengnian nodded and said, "Otherwise, would I dare to use a hundred light cavalry to slaughter twenty Xuanyuan cavalry?"
Murong Tonghuang smiled. Sure enough, he was more charming than a woman. He slowly walked toward His Royal Highness.
Hsu Fengnian quickly raised his hand and said with a frown, "Don't do this, I can't stand it. How can I be looked at by a man? Fine, when we go to Mount Hui, your sister will be the only one to suffer. Let's make it clear in advance that I am taking advantage of you. There is no room for discussion. However, if you shamelessly snuggle up to me, I will always feel that you are taking advantage of me. Both of us will have goosebumps. "
Murong Wuzhu covered her mouth and let out a soft and light laugh.
Murong Tonghuang was stunned and turned around.
Murong Wuzhu and Murong Wuzhu were laughing and crying.
Perhaps to an outsider, it was just a crying and laughing scene, but to the Murong siblings, it was ten years of bitterness and sorrow.
Hsu Fengnian said calmly, "Don't be in a hurry to be grateful. The reason why I helped you is because I feel that you are pitiful. Of course, if you feel that you can't repay me, you can also repay me with your body. "
Murong Wuzhu plucked up her courage and looked at him in a daze.
Hsu Fengnian smiled, but soon, he couldn't smile anymore. Murong Tonghuang, who had tears on his cheeks, turned his head and asked, "Can't I?"
Hsu Fengnian had the intention to kill. He made a chopping gesture and said angrily, "Murong Tonghuang, if you dare to disgust me again, I will chop off that part of yours! When we go to Wutong Palace in the capital, I guarantee that you will be justified. "
Xu Fengnian's heart skipped a beat as he recalled the prophetic ballad.
Overturning a country?
Could this guy really do something that millions of soldiers from the eight countries couldn't do?
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