Today, when the Hsu Fengnian came to watch the battle, the direct descendants of the vassal kings and the advisors and advisors on the Spring Snow Building all responded with a cold and indifferent strategy of not trying to win him over or beat him. It was just that his Royal Highness Zhao Yu had disrupted their plans. To the shadow bigwigs of Guangling in the Spring Snow Building, this was nothing much. Most of them were young men who had only found a place in the building in the last twenty years. They did not have much reverence for Xu Xiao, who had a different surname. A few of the more radical advisors had been sparing no effort in advocating for the Beiliang cavalry to be used as a stepping stone for the mighty army of Guangling. Therefore, when he heard that his Royal Highness had led thirty riders to pick a fight and was unexpectedly cut off by the Hsu Fengnian as a demonstration, even Lu Shengxiang was somewhat angry. He immediately proposed that before the Heir of Beiliang had revealed his identity to protect himself, he should use more than a thousand armored cavalry to charge forward with a thunderous attack. Even if the Heir of Beiliang had the world-famous old Sword God Li Chungang from the Martial Emperor City to protect him, and even if not a single one of the thousand Beiliang Cavalry was left alive, he could still deploy another three thousand armored cavalry!
To kill a young man who would one day inherit the title of the King of Beiliang, and at the same time kill a famous swordsman of Jianghu, Lu Shengxiang believed that his master had the courage to risk one or two thousand Beiliang Cavalry.
Others did not know the hidden intention of the Emperor of the Capital, but the famous general Lu Shengxiang, who was well versed in military affairs and government affairs, had stood tall on the Spring Snow Building for more than twenty years without falling. His position had always been one of the top three. How could he not understand the bottom line? Perhaps because of today's turmoil, Lame Xu of Beiliang would fly into a rage. Once this happened, the Capital would issue an edict, and it was even possible that the Prince of Guangling would be demoted by one rank. However, temporary gains and losses could not be disrupted. In the midst of the imperial court's intrigue or the war between the two countries, it could be ignored. Xu Xiao had spent most of his life in the military and had suffered countless injuries. Now that he was over fifty years old, how much longer could he live? So what if I give you, Lame Xu, 20 years? By that time, Beiliang will fall apart. His master won't even be 60 years old. More importantly, he will have a long line of descendants. Lu Sheng Xiang dares to say that by that time, not only will Prince Guangling Zhao Yi regain his throne, His Royal Highness will also be able to obtain a dream of hereditary succession! Beiliang was powerful, like a giant python entrenched in the northern border. The only fatal weakness was that the King of Xu only had two sons. The youngest, Xu Longxiang, was an idiot. Once the eldest, Hsu Fengnian, died, Xu Xiao had the ability to topple the Eight Kingdoms of Spring and Autumn, but did he have the ability to go against the heavens? Unless it was a saint of the three sects who was like an immortal on earth, a hundred years of youth would be nothing more than a skeleton. This had been the case since ancient times. People kept saying 'long live the Son of Heaven', but who could truly live forever?
Lu Sheng Xiang didn't quibble with the rat-bearded strategist and said calmly, "If that Hsu Fengnian wants to die, can you and I stop him?"
The wretched-looking Great Advisor of the Wang Mansion chuckled. His eyes were unusually sharp.
You can't judge a book by its cover.
When Lu Sheng Xiang proposed to use one thousand cavalry to kill Hsu Fengnian, he was not sure if Zhao Yi had the patience to wait for twenty years. But in fact, this Great Vassal King not only asked Zhang Erbao to lead the army, but also asked someone to bring the Tiger Talisman to Shanwei's camp, and ordered the rest of the Beiliang Army to move out in full force. Such decisiveness and ruthlessness had moved even Lu Sheng Xiang, who had killed countless people. After killing the only son of Beiliang, it meant that Guangling and the Beiliang cavalry would become mortal enemies. If Guangling army and Beiliang cavalry were to fight on the battlefield, both Guangling and Guangling would lose. Zhao Yi only had two big backers, his elder brother who shared the same father and mother in the capital city, and the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains of Liyang Dynasty between Beiliang and Guangling!
With just a few words, a few people had decided the direction of the dynasty for the next twenty years.
Lu Sheng Xiang listened to the sound of rolling tides, his mind was not as calm as his face and tone.
This was power and influence.
Women were as beautiful as a painting, polished with their bare hands, and added fragrance to their sleeves. How could they be compared to being the leader of a beautiful country?
Prince Zhao Yi of Guangling rested his elbow on the arm of the chair, holding his chin and face. He could not imagine that the skin of a man who weighed nearly four hundred pounds was as white as snow. He said with a smile, "Traveling with those few women in Jianghu is like a three-year-old child holding gold in the market. How could they not attract the attention of bees and butterflies? Piao 'er has always had a good taste. Don't blame her for the loss this time. This King has underestimated the courage and insight of the children of Xu family. Indeed, to be able to kill scholars in Gangnam-do, quarrel with Dragon Tiger Mountain in Mount Hui, and climb to the top of the city wall in Martial Emperor City, even if he is just an embroidered pillow, he should be the craftsmanship of our Guangling craftsmen, right? "
Lu Sheng Xiang did not agree. He just looked at the light cavalry of Beiliang charging like a torrent. Those weak visitors from Beiliang were really like mantises trying to stop a chariot. Those northern barbarians were really spoiled by Lame Xu.
The old advisor with a beard said with a cunning smile, "That little bastard is stupid and bold. With the King's strategy, he will never be able to escape from the palm of your hand. Perhaps that little bastard will never believe that the King will not even give face to Xu Xiao. But I wonder how many times can Li Chungang, who has returned to Jianghu, withstand the charge of one thousand cavalry? "
Lu Sheng Xiang shook his head and said with a heavy voice, "It is said that Li Chungang has become a Land Immortal in Mount Hui and is sitting firmly in the realm of Sword Immortal. In the past, the Imperial Uncle of West Shu had killed more than one thousand Beiliang cavalry with a sword. It is not a rumor spread by the people of Jianghu. I think this old Sword Immortal Li will be a tough nut to crack."
Prince Guangling Zhao Yi smiled and said, "This King has spent a lot of money on a thousand Beiliang cavalry. It is a pity that it is gone just like that. However, Guangling has been peaceful and boring these past few years. To be able to use a thousand or a few thousand lives in exchange for some entertainment, it is not a total loss. Sheng Xiang, Zhu Po, this is a good show. Watch carefully. Don't squander This King's money. "
Lu Sheng Xiang was expressionless. The advisor called Zhu Po said with a smile, "I don't have much dealings with the people of Jianghu. Today, I must open my eyes and take a good look at the so-called Sword Immortal and see if he can turn the tide."
Zhao Yi snapped his fingers and said self-deprecatingly, "This King does not dare to be careless about the Sword Immortal's flying sword taking the head. If I am not careful, Li Chungang will take my head in desperation. It will be a big joke."
After the snap, an old swordsman with a withered face but a soaring sword aura slowly ascended the stage. His hands were placed on the hilt of his sword. He faced the cavalry and Li Chungang and closed his eyes in concentration.
The old man was Chai Qingshan, the last surviving master of the Dongyue Sword Pool. His swordsmanship was the best in the southeast of the empire. He had blocked countless assassination attempts for Guangling Prince Zhao Yi. The current master of the Dongyue Sword Pool had no choice but to expel him for the sake of the pool's reputation.
The advisor smiled and said, "Chai Qingshan, you are also a grandmaster of the sword. Moreover, your senior brother was humiliated by Li Chungang and committed suicide out of shame. When enemies meet, your eyes should be exceptionally red. Why are you so calm? Could it be that you were scared out of your wits by Li Chungang opening the Gate of Heaven at Donghai?"
Zhao Yi frowned and said, "Zhang Zhupo, don't be so narrow-minded like a woman. Honorable Guest Chai only killed your disappointing nephew. It's not a big deal. If you continue to nag, do you believe that this Prince will make you fight with Honorable Guest Chai on the spot?"
Zhang Zhupo rolled his eyes and gave himself two tight slaps on the face. He apologized, "I know I was wrong."
Chai Qingshan held his breath and did not move.
The naval drill on the river went on as usual, but the Guangling riverbank was suddenly filled with turbulence.
The vanguard general, Zhang Erbao, took the lead. He wielded a lance and waved it, splitting the air.
The old man with the sheepskin fur coat carried a standard sword for the Peregrine Falcon Battalion cavalry. It was far from being a divine weapon. Looking at the endless Guangling cavalry, a smile appeared on his old face.
"When I first entered Jianghu, I walked on the Guangling tide with my sword. I only felt that as long as I had a sword in my hand, the world would be free and unfettered. I really miss the feeling of being young and carefree. "
"I'm finally going to enter Jianghu. Fate has brought us together on this Guangling River. Little Xu, This Old Man and you have known each other for a while. We can't be considered friends, but This Old Man finds you pleasing to the eye. If you fight with all your strength, you will have enough fame, but it may not be a good thing for you to take charge of the Beiliang cavalry in the future. You, His Royal Highness, have to pay attention to concealment. You can only sleep peacefully by pouring dirty water on yourself every day. This Old Man sees that you are not living at ease. You are very different from us Jianghu people who fish for fame. Therefore, in this battle, don't blame This Old Man for stealing all the limelight. If a thousand cavalry is killed, Zhao Yi won't feel any pain. Just kill another three or four thousand cavalry. This Old Man has to be satisfied. "
"If you are really defeated, you don't have to think about collecting This Old Man's corpse. Just say that This Old Man will save his strength to send you out of Guangling before he dies."
Hsu Fengnian smiled and said, "Xu Xiao once said that it's okay for a man to be cynical about small matters. But when it comes to life and death, one must still do something! There are things that one cannot do! "
"Old Senior, if you trust me, just charge forward and leave your back to Hsu Fengnian."
"Let's kill our way to Yanji!"
The old God of Swords Li Chungang stopped and scolded jokingly, "You know that This Old Man won't be defeated, so you say such bold words?"
Hsu Fengnian said with a wronged face, "Old Senior, your words are more hurtful than the two-sleeved green snake."
The old man laughed heartily. With a tap of his toes, his body shot forward. He said heroically, "Đồng Thái, killing with a sword, do you really think that you are stronger than This Old Man?"
According to the records of later generations, on the eighth month and the tenth month, on the Tide-Viewing Day, Li Chungang killed more than two thousand and six hundred enemies with one sword.
There was no longer the old God of Swords and the new God of Swords in Jianghu.
Blood flowed like a river, but the waves could not wash it away.
As they neared Yanji with the Crown Prince of Beiliang, Hsu Fengnian smiled and asked Guangling Prince Zhao Yi, "If I die, Xu Xiao will hang Beiliang swords all over Guangling. Do you believe me?"
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