His Highness the Heir of Tongmen personally led the way and led His Highness the Heir into that simple official residence that did not have the slightest bit of extravagance. When Pei Nanwei woke up with a splitting headache, she discovered that she was lying in a room as warm as spring. Aside from the fact that her snow-soaked fur coat had been taken off, her clothes were in perfect condition. Only then did Princess Consort Jingan, who looked as if she had just made a trip to the gates of hell, slightly recovered her soul. Turning her head, she saw that a stove had been set up in the room. The man whose back was facing the bed was currently boiling wine. The aroma of the wine wafted through the air. Pei Nanwei, whose stomach was rumbling with hunger, rested her strength and put on a pair of brand new warm boots. She sat next to him and reached out to warm herself. Xu Fengnian stretched out his hand and pointed at the carved mahogany food box on the stool, indicating that she was well-fed and well-clothed. However, he very kindly poured her a cup of scalding rice wine. Pei Nanwei opened the lid of the food box and did not pay attention to any decorum. She buried her head in the food and wolfed down the food. After drinking that cup of wine, she ordered another two cups. Very quickly, she began to feel a strong sense of fatigue. Perhaps because she was worried about him, she endured the urge to fight back and did not go to bed to sleep. In reality, the two of them were well aware that they were making a bet. They were betting on who would be the first to surrender. Before that, they would mind their own business. There was no need for her to deliberately put on a chaste and virtuous attitude. Pei Nanwei raised her eyelids and looked at him from the corner of her eyes. His face was illuminated by the light of the charcoal fire. He took off his outer coat, revealing the dark green soft armor that even a layman like Pei Nanwei could see was priceless. She bit her lips to wake herself up a bit. Her voice was hoarse as she asked, "Why do you want to practice the blade?"
Hsu Fengnian was slightly distracted. He then shook his head and said in a flat voice, "I told you for fun. If I told you that I wanted to be a hero who would help others when I saw injustice, you would definitely not believe me. If I say it's to save my life, you're going to say that I don't know how lucky I am and that I'm pretending to be sick. "
Pei Nanwei poured herself a cup of wine, but she did not drink it all in one gulp like before. Instead, she placed the warm wine cup against her cheek and said with a smile, "Regarding your original intention of practicing the blade, I believe in the former more."
She finally had the mood to chat, but Hsu Fengnian's mood was bleak. He said indifferently, "We still have to hurry on with the journey tomorrow morning. You sleep. Don't worry, I'll go out when I'm done. "
Pei Nanwei frowned her naturally charming brows, but still went to lie down on the bed. She held onto the corner of the blanket with both hands. She didn't hear any movement for a long time, so she turned around and looked at the back of the figure in the room.
Not long after, he used a pair of tongs to stir up some ash and covered it with the charcoal so that it would burn slower. Then, he got up and quietly left the room.
Hsu Fengnian came to the top of the wall of Tong Men Pass. Xu Yanbing and Wei Shaqing were standing far away. They were sensible enough not to disturb him.
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The snow continued to fall for an entire night. At the first glimmer of dawn, the green hills turned white.
A rider and a servant entered Zhe Gui County without any obstructions. Ever since they entered the borders of Beiliang and intimidated a few squads of government troops that were as insignificant as ants, it was as if they had entered a no-man's land. The retainer with the strength of the Vajra Realm couldn't help but ask, "Young Master, is this Beiliang heir so scared that he's hiding? Does he really think that everything will be fine just because he's hanging a 'no war' sign? "
The handsome young master who was gently patting his palm with a folding fan was enjoying the snowy scenery along the way. He mocked, "Yue Zhang, oh Yue Zhang. You really think with your butt. Back then, Han Diaosi didn't kill you. Was it because he thought you'd dirty his hands?"
The robust retainer chuckled softly and didn't dare to talk back.
The young master opened and closed the Peach Blossom Beauty folding fan in his hand. He smiled and said, "His Royal Highness won't be so cowardly as to avoid the sharp edge. However, this young master really doesn't put him in my eyes. I still want to experience White Bear Yuan Zuozong's left-handed saber. Everyone only knows that Yuan Baixiong is the World Champion in Horse Combat, but they don't know that he had once sparred with Gu Jiantang. After that, he switched to using his left hand to practice his saber, thinking of getting back at our General Gu someday. However, it's not easy for this young master to meet Yuan Baixiong, the commander of the cavalry. No matter how useless the Beiliang cavalry in Lingzhou is, they still can't be underestimated. Let's see how big of a welcoming party Hsu Fengnian can put up. Yue Zhang, if it's just a small fight with a few hundred cavalry, I'll leave it to you. Remember, it's okay to break an arm or a leg, but don't kill anyone. "
The Vajra Realm servant twisted his neck, and it cracked like a string of soybeans. He nodded and smiled sinisterly. "If His Royal Highness is stingy and uses three to four hundred cavalry to fool you, no matter how thick the formation is, it won't be able to withstand a few attacks from me."
The young master didn't 'wear' a saber on his waist. Instead, he used a long Vermilion rope to tie the famous saber. The other end of the rope was tied to his wrist, and he just hung it on the side of the horse's belly, swaying.
Yue Zhang glanced at the saber, and there was some fear in his eyes.
This thing was a heavy weapon that was on par with the world's No.1 Talisman Saber, South Flower.
He didn't know which senior came up with the name, but he didn't care at all. It was simply called 'Crossing the River'.
Yue Zhang was a famous figure in the Devil Sect. Sixty years ago, a few Sky Devils went to the Devil Slaying Platform to challenge the Great Immortal of Mount Longhu, Qi Xuanzhu. In the end, not only did they fail to divide the world, but they were also slaughtered. Since then, Zhulu Mountain has been in decline. Yue Zhang, as an outer mountain disciple of the Devil Sect, could barely be considered a first-class master. Especially after reaching the First Rank, Yue Zhang became complacent. He refused the recruitment of the last remaining Duke of Mount Zhulu, and did not enter the mountain to be conferred the title of Marquis. Instead, he led a group of people to revolt, calling himself the leader of the Devil Sect. He set off a bloody storm in the martial arts world, but before he could make a name for himself in Jianghu, he was stopped by a big eunuch in a bright red robe. This human cat came alone, and except for him, everyone else was skinned and had their tendons pulled out. If Han Diaosi hadn't spared his life to find out the secret location of Mount Zhulu, he would have died a long time ago. However, after Mount Zhulu no longer invited him to enter the mountain, Yue Zhang was like a rat on the street. He was always on tenterhooks, afraid that this human cat would treat him like a piece of trash and kill him. When news of Han Diaosi's death came from the capital last year, he cried tears of joy. He was wondering if he could make a comeback in Jianghu, but in the end, he was beaten up by this young master who claimed to be from Mount Zhulu. He was even able to use General Gu's Thunder Heart Square, and many secret techniques of the Wu family's Sword Tomb and Dongyue Sword Pool. His own skills were all seen by this young man once, and he was able to use them for his own use. So what if Yue Zhang was a First Rank master? how could he not be shocked?
Yue Zhang had to admit that there were indeed martial arts geniuses that were hard to come by in a hundred years. In the past, it was Wang Xianzhi, Li Chungang, and the other seniors of the Jianghu. In the future, it would most likely be the young owner of the "Crossing the River" saber.
The young man raised his head and saw a peregrine falcon fly by. He smiled charmingly and said to himself, "It's a bit slow."
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