Ning Emei, who was wearing heavy armor, shook his divination halberd and threw the body in black on it far away.
Even if Xu Fengnian was traveling in Beiliang in a swagger, no one who was short-sighted would block the road and kill him. After all, he was a man with brains, so he would not be stupid enough to want to test the sharpness of the 350,000-word Xu cavalry blade.
Notice.
But after leaving Beiliang, in just half a day, they had already encountered two murders.
A soldier from Fengziying came forward and said respectfully: "General, we've finished counting. There are thirty-five corpses in total."
Ning Emei nodded, holding the halberd at an angle, with the tip of the halberd facing the ground. He didn't take these assassins seriously, but turned to Shu Sha who was aside and asked, "How is the prince doing?"
In his opinion, although the few guards around His Royal Highness are somewhat extraordinary, they are not as good as his own elite Feng Ziying. No matter how powerful a person is in the world, won't they be trampled by Beiliang Iron Horse?
Shu shyly stared at the cold divination spurge on the tip of the halberd, and said charmingly: "With the old masters Lu Qiantang and Wei Shuyang here, His Royal Highness is naturally fine, so General Laoning won't bother. The prince ordered Fengzi Camp to stop as well.
Rest and rest, the horse will be tired even if the man is not tired."
"Dismount and rest!" Ning Emei turned over and dismounted, without any unnecessary words.
Seeing that the commander of Fengziying was looking forward, turning a blind eye to her, and not even saying a polite word, Shu shyly cursed "fool" secretly, as he was already resentful of such a non-trivial task as delivering letters.
The burly Ning Emei is exactly the opposite of his name. He is not merciless in killing people. Half of these assassins died under his halberd. However, he is a reckless man and has no understanding of the world. I feel ashamed in my heart.
I look down on Ning Emei, who can't think straight. No wonder his ability to charge into battle is not weak, but he is not reused in the Beiliang army.
We are both the bodyguards of His Royal Highness. How can we die by just saying a few polite words?
What's more, to a charming girl like her?
Shu shyly turned the horse's head, not bothering to say another word to this reckless man who didn't understand the style. This kind of person deserves to be in a position of neither top nor bottom for the rest of his life. Or is the noble man in purple a considerate person who knows how to ask for help?
, How can such a reckless man compare?
Shu Sha was just thinking about whether he should use the face of the girl holding the cat or the face of the girl driving the carriage if he was pinned down by the young man in purple. The horse he was sitting on had already run to the river and stopped.
The two tiger cubs, who were regarded as treasures by Yang Qingfeng, who was neither a man nor a ghost, jumped up from the river with fish in their mouths and ran to Jingzhou as if to ask for credit.
Jingzhou took the fish from the mouths of the two cubs and handed it to Yu Youwei. He also ordered the ginger paste and asked the cheap apprentice to learn more skills from Yu Youwei, so that he could even grill the lake.
Li Chungang, who was sitting next to the pot and picking out earwax, praised them: "These two bastards are very intelligent. They are no worse than the black tiger that Qi Xuanzhen sat down at that time. They also know how to catch the fat ones when catching fish, and they can just stew a big pot of soup."
Yu Youwei snorted coldly, she was very at odds with the bad old man whose words and actions were absurd.
When they first came out of Beiliang, the old man threatened to stew Wu Meiniang, saying that she was such a fat cat. Stewing it and drinking the soup to nourish yin and replenish qi would be a great tonic. At this time, she started a small stove for the young master, and this shameless old man joined in again.
, that's all if she doesn't help, she still wants to drink some soup. If she hadn't heard from the young master that this bad old man is a master, she would have wanted to blame him!
Compared with Yu Youwei's restraint and patience, Jiang Ni, who was scraping the fish scales, obviously didn't have much scruples and said fiercely: "Old man, shut up!"
The old swordsman, who was about to say a few words about how to stew the fish soup to make the fish soup more delicious, cooperated and covered his mouth with his hands that were digging at his feet.
This little girl is really different. This old swordsman, whose ears can grow calluses when listening to all kinds of flattery, has the illusion that he likes to hear this girl curse.
Not long after, the unique umami flavor of fish soup emerged from the pot.
Xu Fengnian, who was having a barbecue on the side, also came over. It was rare that he didn't dislike the old sword god's slovenliness, so he sat with him.
The space around the pot was as big as a palm, and Li Chungang was lying on the ground with his legs crossed, occupying most of the space. If not next to Li Chungang, who else could he be next to?
Devour
The old sword god murmured a few words with his mouth full, probably because he disliked the Crown Prince, and passed his stinky feet forward again.
Jiang Ni showed a rare smile and secretly gestured towards Li Chungang. The old sword god moved his feet further forward.
After all, he is the sword god that Grandpa Wei admires. As long as he doesn't fart or take off his shoes and dig his feet, His Royal Highness can still hold back, even if the feet are almost in front of his eyes. Xu Fengnian touched the blade of the blade and asked with a smile no less than ten times.
He said: "Why don't you teach me how to use swordsmanship?"
The old sword god didn't even raise his head, and said angrily: "If it were that girl Jiang Ni, I would be happy to give you some advice. But with your kid's understanding, you're so careless, and your internal strength is not your own. Are you sure that I'm not giving you some advice?"
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Jiang Ni nodded vigorously, feeling that it was rare for the old man to speak human words, and it sounded reasonable.
Xu Fengnian laughed dryly. He was not surprised by Li Chungang's words, but asked, "What agreement did you make with Xu Xiao? Are you just going to protect me at a critical moment?"
The old swordsman rubbed his chin, shook his legs, and said nothing.
The frustrated Crown Prince knew that he would not be able to learn any swordsmanship today, so he turned to Jingzhou and said, "Calculating the time, it's time for Xu Xiao to arrive in the capital. Shangui, tell me, can you get this hereditary villain?"
Jingzhou said slowly: "It's very lively in the capital right now. Whether it's Zhang Julu or those old people who have lost their country, they must have made things difficult for your father, but they are all trivial things. At most, Xu Xiao has a lot of troubles on his body."
A few pounds of saliva."
"Besides, Xu Xiao is not a person who plays chess according to the rules. The stinky chess basket is not terrible. What is terrible is the person who knows that he will lose and will overturn the chessboard. The worst result is just a broken jar. When Beiliang
The cavalry went south, and the man on the dragon chair couldn't sleep well. How could Zhang Julu not see this once he became the prime minister? It's the Eighteen and Nine who just give up when they see fit, and take advantage of this hereditary substitution to get rid of your father, Dazhuguo
After all, he is a warrior, but he holds the title of a top civil servant, which is really hard to understand."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The old swordsman nodded and said: "Your father has a twisted mind and is very insidious. Although your kid has mediocre qualifications, his cunning ability has won over Xu Xiao.
The true biography.”
Seeing that the soup was almost ready, Jing Zhou waved his hand towards the carriage and called over the sweet potato and bluebird who were sitting on it and seemed to be whispering.
Yu Youwei snorted at Xu Fengnian and Li Chungang, expressing her dissatisfaction. In her opinion, only three people should drink this pot of soup. The young master, the princess and she had to add one more. Also the white cat Wu Meiniang.
The old swordsman was in a hurry, and regardless of whether the soup was hot or not, he filled a bowl of soup and drank it by himself, exclaiming "it tastes good". He looked like a beggar who had not eaten for three days and three nights.
Yu Youwei took two deep breaths and told herself to endure it longer. When she reaches Qingcheng Mountain and separates from the young master, the old man will be dreaming if he wants to drink soup again!
Jingzhou got up and went to the carriage, taking down several bottles and jars filled with spices and salt. He had never been in the habit of abusing himself when he was out, so he always had to season the soup before drinking it.
The carriage traveled for another day before arriving at Yongzhou.
This trip was different from three years ago. His Royal Highness traveled in a leisurely and leisurely manner, quite like a sightseeing tour.
Shu Xian, who was arranged by Xu Fengnian to follow him at the back, pinched his sore shoulders. During the day, he was responsible for cleaning up the blind thieves, and he had to keep vigil at night. His Highness, the Crown Prince, really didn't understand how to care for women.
How can a beauty like her do some menial work?
It is also a bed-warming technique.
Shu Sha raised her head and glanced at the gray sky. As expected, there would be a heavy rain soon. It was a good weather for killing people and burying corpses. For no reason, she felt a little uneasy in her heart.
If there are a few masters coming and I am defeated, why don't I abandon the prince and run away with the purple-clothed nobleman?
Terrifying thoughts appeared in Shu Sha's heart and could never go away. It was true that she had sacrificed her life for Xu Xiao for "White Emperor Bao Pu Jue", but she was not as stupid as Lu Qiantang and Yang Qingfeng. She really planned to sacrifice her life. To the Xu family.
"Shu Sha, go to the back and tell Ning Emei. If you turn from the official road to a small road, with luck, you can reach a city to take shelter before it rains." Xu Fengnian rode his horse from the middle to the back and gave the order casually. One sentence.
She glanced at His Highness the Prince with a shy and resentful look. It was not her imagination, but His Highness was always targeting her.
"God, please don't always go against me." Xu Fengnian cursed after Shusha left. During the three years of traveling, God was always against him. Every time it rained, he would get wet. A drowned rat.
It seemed that God heard His Royal Highness the Prince's complaints, and with the sound of thunder, raindrops fell.
One or two drops, although the rain is not heavy, it is enough to penetrate the clothes.
His Highness the Crown Prince did not bother to curse God any more and rode his horse to the front to lead the way. If he remembered correctly, there was a ruined temple dozens of miles ahead that could provide temporary shelter from the rain.
Inside the carriage, Jing Zhou opened a corner of the roller blind and squinted into the distance. As expected, along with the rain came Zhao Kai who was determined to kill his uncle and five red-armored talisman generals.
The old swordsman who couldn't hold back his words said hey: "This rain can wet out all those who are following you. Xu Fengnian, this guy, I'm sure he will be in trouble this time. With the help of the three men under him, The trash can't necessarily be blocked. Although the guy with the spurge is good, there are still a few people in Fengzi Camp. It is enough to deal with bandits and horse bandits, but against the masters of the world, a hundred Qingqi is not enough. "
Pulled into the carriage by the cheap master, Jiang Ni, who was curled up in a corner, stretched his numb legs and frowned: "Old man, is there someone following you secretly?"
It was rare for Jiang Ni to be asked this question proactively, so the old swordsman didn't even bother to pick his nose, and said with an air of dignity: "No, the people following you this time are all somewhat powerful people, not the useless people who only know the three-legged cat kung fu before."
By the way, if your master doesn't take action, we will prepare to collect the body of Xu Fengnian."
Seeing Jiang Ni staring at him, Jing Zhou put down the roller blind, shook his head and said, "Don't look, I won't take action. If you are worried about Xu Fengnian, just learn some sword skills from Li Chungang, and wait until you become successful in sword skills in the future.
A sword can cut off any injustice. It is better to seek help from others than from yourself. You must understand this principle."
Jiang Ni said angrily: "I don't want to learn the sword from this bad old man!"
The old swordsman who has been kowtowed to countless times in his whole life is depressed to death. How can this little girl accept death and learn a few swords from him without suffering a loss? That guy Xu Fengnian is trying to get something from him.
Li Chungang calmed down and told himself that this was fine. After all, when he was traveling around the world with a sword, wasn't he the same bad temper?
This girl looks like me!
The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and the raindrops were like broken beads, and they became heavy in an instant.
The cold wind blew in from outside the carriage, and Jiang Ni curled up.
Jingzhou took off the purple robe outside, threw it into Jiang Ni's arms, and said softly: "Put it on, you girl is already thin, don't catch cold."
Jiang Ni put on his robe and asked in a low voice: "Do you really want to learn the sword from the old man?"
Jingzhou asked, "Why don't you learn?"
Jiang Ni didn't say anything. In fact, she didn't hate the old man who always wanted to teach her swordsmanship.
Li Chungang looked away from the rain, scratched his head and did not interrupt.
Jingzhou said in a persuasive way: "When I get to Qingcheng Mountain, I will go south to Huishan Mountain. If I don't go with you, you will have to go with Li Chungang. Who else can protect you except this old man? Besides, this old man is very good at swordsmanship."
He is already at the pinnacle of the world, even if I am inferior, I will not lose anything by learning the sword from him."
Jiang Ni's almond-shaped eyes widened and she looked at Li Chungang.
Does this arrogant old man have such a high level of swordsmanship?
It seems that he is not as good as the cheap master!
At least Master Jianyi can transform a dragon with one sword. Although she did not admit it with her mouth, she admired Master Jianyi in her heart. Master Jianyi's methods can be described as "awesome".
How could Jingzhou not guess what this girl Jiang Ni was thinking, he said with a smile: "Old man, you senior master is really not doing well. Later, show your hands to this girl and tell her to see the sword god."
The words "style" and "Li Chungang" were originally cut with one sword, but after all these years, how many people still remember your Trojan Cow?"
Li Chungang seemed to be lost in memories and murmured: "Yes, how many people still remember my Trojan Cow?"
If he hadn't lost to Wang Xianzhi decades ago, wouldn't Little Green Robe have challenged him to a sword fight at that time?
She was afraid that her swordsmanship would be frustrated and defeated by her own hands. Would she be stupid to use her own death to prove that Li Chungang's sword was still sharp?
Everyone knows that he has two sleeves of green snakes that can drive rivers, but what do these two sleeves of green snakes mean?
What does it mean if the river is cut off?
He, Li Chungang, even dares to kill an immortal!
He still had a sword to open the Tianmen that he had not used yet, so how could he lose the heart of the sword because he was defeated by Wang Xianzhi?
The only one who can really defeat Li Chungang's sword is Little Green Pao'er, not even Qi Xuanzhen who ascended from Longhu Mountain!
The most painful thing is lovesickness, and the farthest thing is yin and yang. Suddenly, the old sword god saw that green shadow again.
"Old man, are you okay? Didn't I just not learn swordsmanship from you? You are also an old swordsman after all, why are you so stingy?" Jiang Ni waved his hand in front of the old swordsman who seemed to be sluggish.
Li Chungang smiled, his casual smile full of vicissitudes of life.
He is obsessed with teaching Jiang Ni how to practice swordsmanship. In addition to this girl's good aptitude, there is another reason that he has never dared to admit. This girl looks like the girl who likes to wear green shirts.