Chapter 29: The sword roars and creates huge waves
Xiaoyehe thought repeatedly all the way and walked in a circuitous way, and the towering Jiankang City Wall ahead came into view.
As the sun sets in the west and the evening breeze becomes cooler, the ancient and mottled city bricks are reflected in the golden afterglow, emitting a soft light.
Xiao Yehe slowed down, and Jiankang's city gate was about to close. If he left the city, he might be able to save himself, but who knew if there was an ambush outside the city? If there was really a Hedao master tracking him, then he would be able to save himself if he left the city.
Can you escape?
If he stays in the city, as long as he discloses his identity, he will be safe. The human race will never dare to openly deal with a Yu clan official. But in this case, the pursuit will only be abandoned halfway. If Prince Qiao gets wind of it, he will definitely run away.
Standing in the shadow of the backlit city wall, Xiao Yehe hesitated for a moment.
"What, you just said that Gao Qingyue took action personally? Are you going to kill Xiao Yehe?" After a while, Xiao was sweating profusely. He drank a glass of ice-cold wine and regained his consciousness, as if in a dream.
He asked as if he was startled.
Ning Xiaoxiang said "hmm" and felt a little suspicious. Xiao Yehe was just a high-level spy of the Yu clan. Is it worthy of the powerful Gao Qingyue to take action?
He reported this matter to Gao Qingyue because it was quite difficult to deal with Xiao Yehe. After all, the other party was the Night Owl envoy of the Yu clan. Based on Ning Xiaoxiang's own wishes, he was more willing to pretend that he didn't know and let Xiao Yehe do his own thing.
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Although Wang Ziqiao is famous and has many friends, he is just a rootless wild cultivator and not a court official. What does his life and death have to do with Ning Xiaoxiang?
But he didn't expect that Gao Qingyue would actually take action in person. Among them... Ning Xiaoxiang held a black glaze cup and gently blew away the chrysanthemum threads floating on the tea soup. Prince Qiao was famous all over the world, and he made friends with all the powerful and noble people.
, could it be that he also has friendship with Gao Qingyue?
But on the surface, these two people have never interacted with each other...
"No!" Xiao Hua grabbed Ning Xiaoxiang's arm, knocked over the wine pot, and the purple-red grape wine gurgled out, "Are you kidding? Xiao Yehe can't die! He can't die here!"
Ning Xiaoxiang put down the tea cup, picked up the wine pot, patted Xiao Hua and tightened his hand: "Brother Xiao Hua, relax, why can't Xiao Yehe die?"
"He is not an ordinary Night Owl envoy, but a confidant of Yu Clan Prime Minister Guo He Shiye!" Veins burst out on Xiao Hua's forehead, and his hands tightened, "If he dies, I will be in big trouble! You
Quickly call Gao Qingyue and go quickly!"
Ning Xiaoxiang sighed: "Brother Xiaohua, you can call General Gao Da by his name casually? I can stop a dignified Taoist master?"
Xiao Hua hissed: "I am a noble member of the Yu Clan and a son of Heaven! The generals of the human race must also be obedient!"
Ning Xiaoxiang looked at him with a half-smile but not a smile: "Xiaohua, what you wear, what you eat, and what you put in your wallet are all given to you by our Dajin clan. You have one hundred thousand taels of silver every month.
Can the Yu Clan give you the ten liters of elixirs and precious materials for practicing every month? Can the Yu Clan give you a room at the bottom? Can it be given to you!"
His face darkened, the turbid energy in his body erupted, and he violently shook Xiao Hua's palm away. The powerful impact pushed Xiao Hua to stagger back. "You eat me, wear me, use me, where can you sit with your ass?"
Yes? Huh?"
With a "plop", Xiao Hua lost his footing and sat down on the ground. He watched in horror as Ning Xiaoxiang walked over step by step, with a smile as warm as the spring breeze on his face.
"Brother Xiao Hua, what do the Yu clan and the human clan have to do with us? You want to enjoy it, and I want to be promoted. It will be a pleasure for us to cooperate. If you listen to others, you will be superior to others. If you don't understand others, you will be superior to others.
..." Ning Xiaoxiang stretched out his hand and slowly stroked Xiao Hua's neck. His fingers were gentle, like a tender and caring lover. "It's not like you haven't tasted the taste of Tianluo Guard Prison. Why, it's been too long.
It’s been a long time, want to relive it again?”
"Ning - Mr. Ning, Brother Ning, you have something to say, something to say!" Xiao Hua felt his neck stiffen, couldn't help but shuddered, and said with a mournful face, "Listen to me, if Xiao Yehe dies,
In Jiankang, He Shiye will definitely doubt me and will send people to investigate again! And that Wu clan member Emperor Xuhe will also try his best to disassociate himself from the relationship and slam the shit basin on my head!"
"Brother Xiaohua, given the distance between Tianhuang and Dajin, it will be at least half a year before He Shiye sends people to investigate. Soldiers will block it, and water will cover it. What are you worried about? Gao Da and I should be worried
The general is right. Besides, Xiao Yehe concealed his identity and disappeared on his own, who can be blamed? He Shiye can only suffer the loss of being dumb, and the teacher has no name." Ning Xiaoxiang smiled, supported Xiao Hua with both hands, and carefully helped Xiao Hua.
He dusted off the dust on his clothes and said, "As for Emperor Xu and the other side, of course we will help you make arrangements. How can it harm brothers Xiao Hua? Right?"
"Brother Ning is talking about, what he is talking about is..." Xiao Hua was stunned for a while, and said in a harsh voice, "I have to ask Mr. Ning for more help." He grabbed the wine bottle, raised his head and drank wildly, knowing that he was completely tied up.
Once you have taken this road of no return, you can never look back.
"Boom -" The Jiankang City Gate slowly closed in front of the Xiaoye River. He stood silently for a moment, then turned around and headed into the city. After all, he never left.
After all, Xiao Yuyi is so unpredictable that even a master of Hedao would have difficulty finding him. What's more, he shoulders the important task of picking up leaves from cranes, so he can't give up halfway.
The dusk was getting darker, the moon was above the willow trees, and the streets on both sides were lit up with lights. As far as Xiao Yehe looked, he suddenly felt that the lights were a little blurry, like a layer of looming water mist.
He blinked and looked again, not only the lights around him, but also the passers-by gradually blurred, their faces moving in a trance.
Xiao Yehe's heart was shaken, and he looked up at the sky. The sky above was hazy, as if the clouds were rising and falling, and the moonlight had turned into a diffuse mist.
His heart sank immediately, and the next moment, Xiao Yehe made a decisive decision, channeled the sword energy in his body, and shouted loudly: "I am the Night Owl Envoy of the Tianhuang Feather Tribe's Owl Tribe, who dares to take me -" The words condensed into
A sharp sword roared out, flying out of the air and piercing the sky!
"Boom--" The thunderous sound of the waves sounded, as if a huge wave rolled over, instantly shattering the sword whistle. The roar of countless waves continued one after another, and the majestic waves drowned out the waves of Xiaoye River again and again.
The roars of swords kept stacking up and rising, converging into an endless ocean tide.
Xiao Yehe felt a chill in his heart and stopped shouting loudly. The sound of his sword roar could not be heard at all, and even he could not hear it.
Passers-by were like blurry silhouettes, rushing past him, as if they had never seen him at all. The two sides seemed to be in two completely different spatial levels.
"Whoops!" A long black sword rushed out of Xiao Yehe's spine and jumped into the palm of his hand. The sword's light was so cold that it glowed with a rainbow-colored cold light.
Holding the long sword of his life, Xiao Yehe's expression remained unchanged, but his heart was as gray as ashes. The air in all directions seemed to turn into boundless waves, resounding through the sky, rushing in overwhelmingly. And he was like a small boat struggling in the tsunami, drifting
Ups and downs, you may be overwhelmed by the violent waves at any time.
Only his pride as a sword cultivator of the Yu Clan and the sword in his hand supported him and did not collapse on the spot.