Hsu Fengnian heard a lot of high-pitched songs along the way. The rhythm was completely different from the music of the Central Plains, and the words were so simple that it made one's heart tremble. There were aunts exhorting, young ladies looking forward to marriage, men quarrying stones, and children crying. Usually, Hsu Fengnian would stop at this time and listen to these unsung songs from afar. He would only resume his journey towards the north when the song ended. He was not in a hurry because he only needed to reach Da 'e City in the Aquarius State in time. The earlier he got there, the earlier he would encounter the devil Luo Yang, and the more trouble it would cause. Along the way, Xu Fengnian walked on a rough post route. Half a day later, he even met the young man and woman who were traveling on horseback. After leaving the Wu family ruins, they had changed into clean and neat clothes. The man with the saber became more and more elegant, and the woman with the sword also became more and more valiant. Xu Fengnian had entered the Northern Mang and had already broken through that fine line. He had stepped into the initial stage of Vajra Realm that the people of Jianghu yearned for even in their dreams. He could very well look down from above and examine the young wanderer's aura. He could generally confirm that the wanderer was at the threshold of the second or third rank. Based on the young master's age, he was a genuine and promising young man. Even if he encountered a group of fifty elite horse bandits, he would still be able to protect himself. Presumably, this was also the reason why he dared to leisurely travel the Loess Plateau with a woman. Although the Northern Mang was chaotic, it wasn't to the point where anyone would leave a trail of corpses. From Hsu Fengnian's point of view, Beimang was becoming more and more like the Spring and Autumn Period. Scholars gradually rose to power and after there were more rules, not everyone had the right to run wild.
When traveling north, if he did not draw the Spring and Autumn Sword Qi and roll the dragon wall, then he would use his bare hands to caress the roof. He was not that lonely.
According to the Taoist scriptures, humans have three treasures: Essence, Qi, and Spirit. Essence and Spirit are physical objects, and Spirit travel is a form of change. Therefore, it is possible to know about the state of ghosts and gods. Putting aside these seemingly mysterious things, Spirit, Qi, and Spirit are the most precious of the three. That is why there is a saying that a demigod's spirit travels outside his body. The Way of the Sword was complicated and could be roughly divided into the Way of the Sword and the Way of the Sword. The Way of the Sword focused on the Way of the Sword, and the Way of the Sword was the best example. The Way of the Sword focused on the Way of the Sword, and there was no shortage of people who focused on the Way of the Sword. The Way of the Sword focused on the Way of the Sword, and the Way of the Sword was similar to the Way of the Sword. The Way of the Sword was similar to the Way of the Sword, and the Way of the Sword was similar to the Way of the Sword. The Way of the Sword was similar to the Way of the Sword.
He was fascinated.
These four simple words were extremely difficult for a martial artist.
Talent, luck, hard work, none of these could be missing.
On a scorching afternoon, Xu Fengnian didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He saw two familiar people who had fallen from the sky. He didn't know if the man and woman were extremely unlucky as they bumped into a huge force that he couldn't tell if they were horse bandits or elite troops. Hundreds of people and horses were wearing leather armor, and each of them carried a standard weapon. It was also the fault of the pampered young master who didn't know how to appreciate human relationships. After being provoked by an elite armored leader, he pulled out his blade and completely destroyed the armored soldier's face. After charging and striking him down from the horse, he even added another blade. If it wasn't for the fact that the fish scale armor was better than normal leather armor, he would have been chopped to death. This angered the crowd. The grassland roaming hunting had always been utilitarian. They all swarmed up, arrows raining down, spears stabbing out, and started a dozen rounds of battle against the arrogant young master. If he had reached the second level master realm, he would have been able to escape. Unfortunately, he had to protect himself and kill the enemy, and also had to worry about the safety of the girl. He couldn't handle the tide of attacks, and his blood was stirred up. After he killed a dozen of cavalries, an arrow finally pierced through his shoulder. Before he could pull out the arrow, a dozen horses were skillfully thrown over, and he was dragged to the ground together with his horse. The girl who was watching had tears in her eyes. Unfortunately, she couldn't help in time. After she was distracted, she was also knocked off the horse by a strong leader with a long spear. This half soldier half bandit guy still had some strength left in his hands, otherwise, he might have been stabbed in the heart. Of course, after that, the girl's fate was destined to be worse than being killed in one shot. She was also hit off the horse by a strong leader with a long spear. She was a half soldier and half bandit guy who still had some strength left. Otherwise, she might have been stabbed in the heart. Of course, after that, the girl's fate was destined to be better than being killed in one shot.
The successful leader laughed wildly and showed off his exquisite equestrian skills. He bent his horse and reached out his arm to hug the weak woman who had no strength to struggle. He held a spear in one hand and choked her neck with the other. He pulled the reins and deliberately stopped the horse to turn around, showing off his power to the red-faced young master on the ground. Hsu Fengnian squatted on a slope and chewed on a dried green fruit. He watched the battle from the beginning to the end with a great disparity in numbers. He felt sorry for the handsome young master of the Southern Dynasty. It was obvious that he was a fledgling who had not experienced much killing. Originally, with his fighting skills and strong combat power, he could have protected her and escaped far away. Even if they could not escape the pursuit, as long as they were not completely surrounded, there would be much room for maneuver. When the Jianghu warriors fought against the enemy's armored soldiers, many of the so-called hundreds or even thousands of people could fight against them. It was rare to see someone like Li Chungang, who did not retreat at all. Most of them fought as they retreated. Under the premise that there were only a few mortal enemies, they would wear each other out. Such a battle would still be recognized by the Jianghu.
Xu Fengnian speculated that this Gongsun of a noble family had probably heard too many heart-wrenching legends of the seniors and had become a one-track mind. That was why he was exhausted by the not-so-brilliant method of the hundred-man cavalry. Xu Fengnian's eyesight was not bad now, and he could tell that the man's moves and routines were all brilliant and ingenious. On the chessboard, he had many new routines that had never been spread before. Even some of the widely spread old-fashioned moves could be changed in his hands. It was obvious that this man either had the guidance of a famous teacher, or he had an extraordinary foundation. He would have a great chance of winning if he were to fight against someone of the same level. However, in the real Jianghu, it was more common to beat an old master to death with random fists. Brutal ganging up was better than a hero. Jianghu was a bloody job where one's head was tied to one's belt. Who would allow you to move step by step as if you were playing chess? You would have long thrown away the chessboard and punched the bridge of your nose.
Hsu Fengnian arched his back like a leopard and tried his best to hide. He stopped near a small hill a hundred steps away and saw the leader throw the woman in his arms off the horse. He jumped off the horse and kicked her in the chest. The woman, who only practiced martial arts as a way to maintain her health, almost fainted on the spot. She curled up and gasped for breath like a pitiful black fish that had been thrown ashore. Her face was pale. The leader squatted down and grabbed a large strand of the woman's hair. He shook it and looked at the extravagantly dressed foreign young master who did not know what was good for him. The latter was already wrapped up like a rice dumpling by the horse's rope, and there were even a few chains tied to his limbs. He was held up in the air by the four groups of people. Some of the more impatient knights spat saliva after getting off the horse and slapped the handsome young master's face with their scabbards. After a tough battle, more than 20 brothers had died. Everyone would be bloodthirsty to make a living in the desert. On one hand, human lives were worthless, and killing people for their goods was common. However, on the other hand, their brothers had to be worth money. This had nothing to do with brotherhood, but if they were not careful, they would be eaten by other people. This group of people had their current status because of the big fish eating the small fish time and time again. If they had a few dozen people, they would be able to act like a big boss. If they had a hundred people, even the imperial army would have a headache. If they had eight or a thousand people, then they would not be able to be horse bandits. They would just go to the imperial tent and get a general. This was the unwritten rule of the Xihe Province. When they reached three hundred people, they could openly go to the provincial capital where the Festival Edict was stationed. They could get whatever they wanted. In short, the number of brothers they brought was the same as the number of officials.
These cavalrymen were typical Beimang people. Their hair was shaved and braided at the back of their heads. The brawny man in fish-scale armor turned his head and did not say anything. The four groups of dismounted cavalrymen who were pulling the iron chains also understood tacitly and began to tug of war with hideous smiles. A few men in scaled armor who looked like leaders gathered together. Their eyes were not only filled with malevolence, but they were also clearly calculating and weighing the pros and cons. As they watched the show, they muttered. Perhaps they felt that since they had formed a deadly feud, there was no need to care about face and consequences. Anyway, human lives in the desert were like weeds, withered and flourishing with each passing year. There were not so many thin streams that flowed endlessly. Regardless of the identity and background of this Young Master, they really did not believe that the big families of the Southern Dynasty would bring people to the Xihe Province to seek revenge. There were four iron chains in four directions, and there were a total of more than twenty people. They stretched the chains with all their strength. Fortunately, the young man who was about to die had a high-tier martial art, but he suffered even more unknowingly. One of the horse bandit leaders felt that it was not enough, so he ordered his subordinates to get on their horses and put another iron chain around the young man's neck. He was determined to tear the young man's body apart with five horses.
The five horses pulled with all their might. The young man's eyes were red, and his wrists and ankles were bleeding. Not to mention his weak neck, he let out a miserable roar like a dying beast. The only thing left in his body was his Qi. The iron chains trembled like ripples in water, and it actually caused the five horses to take a few steps back. Suddenly, the iron chains became as straight as spears, and the horses holding the chains immediately died. No one had expected this person to be so brave and fierce. The leader in fish-scale armor vented his anger on the young woman. He threw her to the ground and handed her over to his subordinates to look after. He personally got on his horse and called for four of his strong subordinates to deal with this dying beast that could not be underestimated. The warhorse's hooves moved forward with great difficulty. Blood poured out from the young man's limbs and neck. If there were no accidents, the relatively weak neck would be torn apart first, followed by the arms and legs. However, these horse bandits were skilled at this. The cavalrymen in charge of pulling the five corpses were very particular about strength. They would tear off the young man's arms and legs first, leaving behind the neck and the remaining leg. Only then could this bloody feast be considered complete.
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