Chapter 408
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Hsu Fengnian rubbed his forehead and pondered. This woman looks quite amiable. When he was threatened by her heart, the first thing she did was tell him to run for his life. Why is she still so stubborn? She doesn't know how to be tactful at all. Hsu Fengnian sighed heavily. Well, it seems that he won't be able to clean up his mess. Anyway, at that time, in order to not cause trouble for the Fish-dragon Gang, he had asked the hook-nosed old man for a copy of "Legend of the Ram". This would dispel the doubts of Jianghu people outside of the Chess and Sword Music School. It also meant that as long as Wang Weixue was careful, he would be in trouble. After he parted ways with the Fish-dragon Gang in Liucheng, he would make a big fuss anyway. You Chess and Sword Music School can do whatever you want. I'll deal with whatever comes my way.
Huang Baozhuang hesitated for a moment and gestured with her slender fingers. "I'll only say that I saw you and that you wanted me to spit out the pearl. But I won't say your name, your sword, or your mask."
Hsu Fengnian was stunned for a moment. With a bright smile on his face, he took two steps forward and spread his arms as if he wanted to give her a goodbye hug. Huang Baozhuang blushed and took two steps back. How could Hsu Fengnian, who grew up surrounded by rouge and powder, give up just like that? He continued to shamelessly take two steps forward, and there was even a hint of pitiful innocence on his face that seemed to come from the bottom of his heart. Shan Jianqing of the Chess, Sword and Music School became even more bashful, his cheeks like peach blossoms, and he took a step back. Two steps to one step. How could the experienced playboy His Royal Highness not know the mystery behind it? Did he think that the countless gold, silver, jewelry, and silk were given for free? Hsu Fengnian hugged the woman who didn't like him but just wasn't good at rejecting him. He sniffed her hair that was tied up with a red sandalwood hairpin and smiled mischievously. "In the future, I'll go to the Chess and Sword Music School to find you when I have the chance. If you feel that you're at a disadvantage when I hug you, you can hug me back."
Finally he was willing to let go of Huang Baozhuang. He did not know if it was because of the pearl in her mouth or because of her innate talent as the Dragon Concubine, but her body was as cool as a spring in the summer and as warm as a jade in the winter. Hsu Fengnian stepped out from her side, deliberately not looking at her tearful and aggrieved expression. With one hand supporting himself on the city wall, he leaped down the city wall and left Yanhui Pass, heading toward the desert.
Huang Baozhuang stood at the top of the city wall in a daze. She had once heard from her master, who had traveled all over the world, that there were wild geese from the south returning to the north at Yanhui Pass, passing through with reed leaves in their mouths. If she was lucky, she might even be able to see the mirage. She had mustered up the courage to ask the Manor Head for permission to go on this trip.
After a long time, Huang Baozhuang's body suddenly stiffened. She slowly turned around and saw two people standing at the end of the blue brick corridor. She relaxed and smiled. In Huang Baozhuang's vision, there were two men standing side by side. One of them was unbelievably tall and sturdy. He was almost as tall as Huang Baozhuang and Hsu Fengnian. This giant's skin was a rare golden copper color.
The giant man who looked like an immortal from the heavens had a wooden expression. Beside him stood a man who looked even sharper than him. He looked to be in his early thirties and held a string of heads that looked like candied haws. Some of the heads had dried blood and their faces looked dry. Some of the heads still had blood dripping down, but they were still vivid and lifelike. Old Gu Song's head was among them. He must have been extremely terrified before his death because the facial features on his head were twisted. If His Royal Highness was still at the top of the city wall, he would definitely mistake this person for the young Wang Xianzhi from Martial Thearch City. They didn't look alike, but they were too alike.
The man who looked to be in his thirties handed the huge string of candied haws to the bronze man beside him. He walked towards Huang Baozhuang and smiled. Only Huang Baozhuang would think that he was smiling. Any ordinary person who had some worldly wisdom would feel a chill all over their body when they saw this man's smile. This was because his eyes didn't have pupils and only had a strange silvery-white color. He took out the 'Qingfu Sword Codex' and 'stared' at Huang Baozhuang for a moment before he slowly said, "I went to the Beiliang border city with the bronze man to return a gift to that Chen Zhibao who killed our Beimang royal family. On the way back, I picked up a few secret manuals. This' Qingfu Sword Codex 'should be given to you. I won't hand it over to the Prefecture Lord."
After this man handed over the 'Qingfu Sword Codex', he didn't say anything else. He rose from the ground and pierced into the sky like a feather arrow. The entire top of the city wall shook with his step. Huang Baozhuang saw this senior martial brother step on the back of a large goose that was at the front of the line and flew towards the north. She held the 'Qingfu Sword Codex' with pure reverence in her eyes.
This senior martial brother was Hong Jingyan. He once pointed to his eyes while playing chess and said that in the entire world, he only saw two people. One was Wang Xianzhi and the other was Tuoba.
Huang Baozhuang's bronze man grandmaster's left shoulder tilted downwards. She jumped up with a smile and stood on his shoulder.
In the desert shrouded in moonlight, the bronze giant carried six or seven heads in its hands and ran wildly towards the north with the woman.
In Beimang, only a few immortal mansions like the Chess and Sword Music School would have this scene of rolling green mountains. Huang Baozhuang liked this sixth-class name from the bottom of her heart. She didn't want to lie to this home that didn't have any family. Secretly hiding something was already her limit.
In the silent night, the old scholar carried a heavy bamboo book case to the top of the city wall. He looked at the shattered stone tablet and shook his head in pity, muttering to himself about the younger generation. The old man with a face full of hardships stood alone below the platform. He had been away from his home for more than twenty years. Whether it was because of homesickness or some other mischievous thoughts, it was time to return home.
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