After the soldiers pushed the slaves away gradually, Lu Shangque finally gently loosened his fingers that were almost white from strength.
"Your Highness makes atonement for your sins, but I was rude."
The little princess glanced at him lightly and said with a smile: "What? Are you afraid that I will become angry and kill people, leaving corpses everywhere?"
Lu Shangque glanced at her and said nothing.
At that glance, anyway, it was somewhat difficult to describe, and there was quite a feeling that silence was better than sound at this moment.
Fu Jingci laughed angrily.
She put her two fingers together, pointed at him in the air, and said with a little dissatisfaction and a bit of coquettishness:
"I fought fiercely with the soldiers of Hanyong's army on the official road 200 miles away from Guangling, the capital of Hanyong in the Northern Dynasty, and acted recklessly on the heels of Sword Immortal Tomb Fuji City. Do you think I am that stupid?"
Lu Shangque was stunned for a moment, and then felt a little embarrassed to be told that.
"...That's not what I meant. Her Royal Highness is naturally smart and considerate of the overall situation. It was me. I was the one who was too nervous."
Fu Jingci turned around, as usual, and slowly continued to kick the small stone that she had been tormenting for so long.
She chuckled, seeming to be laughing at herself.
"Actually, you weren't too nervous just now. As you expected, the fact that you were able to hold back from taking action was all due to my ninjutsu, which is as perfect as a tortoise."
She smiled lightly and joked, "The art of patience that I have developed now may be a little better than the art of Sanskrit music taught by Master himself."
In fact, just now she had been silently reciting the Great and Small Sanskrit Art and the Ksitigarbha Sutra in her mind, so that she could continue to hypnotize herself to calm down and not be impulsive.
Fu Jingci knew very well that as a princess of the Tianchen Dynasty who had been famous since the day she was born, reputable in the four kingdoms, and personally approved by the high priest Fengzhi, she should act according to her ability if a dog meddles with a mouse. Only then.
What if she really rescued those Northern Dynasty slaves here?
Tianchen of the Southern Dynasty was thousands of miles away from Luomei Town of the Northern Dynasty, so where could she go to properly resettle them?
To put it another way, even if she was lucky enough not to be discovered by the people of Hanyong all the way, she could safely return to the Tianchen Kingdom with these Northern Dynasty slaves who could not carry their shoulders, could not resist their hands, and were all injured. So what?
Are they really willing? Are they willing to leave their homeland, leave her, and go to a strange enemy country to spend the rest of their lives?
Can the people of the Southern Dynasties really give up their national hatred and accept these Hanyong slaves who even she herself does not know the origins of?
If she acted impulsively and exposed her identity, alarming the people in Guangling City or Fujian City, it would not be difficult for her and Xiaoniaoer to escape on their own, but what about these people?
If they were treated as Tianchen's work, would they still be alive?
She knew that if she had really taken action just now, she would not have saved them, but would have completely harmed them.
Fu Jingci understood even more clearly that even though she had three thousand worlds in her heart, it was not at this time, and it should not be here.
At least... it shouldn't be her who is so small and useless at this moment.
At this moment, she became even more determined to break through as soon as possible!
Thirteen-year-old semi-immortal and void heaven realm is not enough!
She wants to break through the nebula and become the only immortal!
Fu Jingci calmly held the Shanhe Sun-Moon Sword in his palm, raised his head with high morale, "Let's go! Go up the mountain!"
Lushangque looked up at the sky and said hesitantly: "Your Highness, it is getting late now, and the sun is almost setting. In the Kunling Snow Mountains at night, the temperature drops sharply, and it is bitterly cold. You have a distinguished status... "
Fu Jingci smiled and waved his hand to interrupt him.
"What kind of noble status is there? After leaving Zhaoge City and Tianchen, I am just a sword cultivator - didn't we agree before leaving Zhaoge?
Along the way, your identity is my distant cousin Shang Que; and I am a weak cousin Azhao whose father does not care for his mother, who came to seek refuge with you, and then left home with you to practice martial arts. Miss? "
She smiled like a harmless little fox, smart and cunning.
Her nickname is "Zhao Zhao".
It was her mother, Queen Xie, who got it for her, taking it from the "Zhao" in Zhaoge.
Queen Xie hoped that her daughter's future life would be like that thousand-year-old city Zhaoge, prosperous and everlasting.
Fu Jingci raised his eyebrows and urged Lu Shangque with a smile on his face.
"Let's go! 'Cousin'! Let's go up the mountain now! What do people who practice martial arts fear from the cold? The exercise of resistance is considered as practicing internal strength. Speaking of which, we have never practiced swordsmanship all night on Kunling Snow Mountain. Come to think of it, Extremely elegant!”
It's hard to say that the wind is not elegant, and it's hard to say that the bird is injured on the road, but the action of breaking the wind and slashing the sword in the snowy mountains of Kunling... is indeed very heart-rending and crazy.
But what is unexpected is that in addition to their newly minted "cousins", there are actually people as charming (crazy) and elegant (demon) as them on the Kunling Snow Mountain.
——On the third day of practicing swordsmanship all night long in the severe cold and blizzard, they unexpectedly met a fellow student who was practicing swordsmanship in an uninhabited place deep in the snowy mountains.
This person was the first to be discovered by Fu Jingci.
She was just like a thief, tiptoeing along with the so-called road-scarred sparrow, quietly lying behind a rock in the upwind wind and snow.
If you say Fu Jingci is lazy, she has not been afraid of the severe cold since she was a child, and has practiced martial arts diligently, never letting up for a day; but if you say she is diligent, when she is not practicing swordsmanship, she is too lazy to even use her internal energy to keep warm and protect her body.
So at this moment, the girl's small hands were red from the cold, and her slender fingers, which were originally as white as green onions, now looked like swollen carrots.
But she didn't feel cold yet. She was lying behind the icy rock, her big bright eyes chattering around, shining with inexplicable excitement!
She covered her lips with her hands, tilted her head to block the strong wind, and said with a smile on her face, "Hey! We have been here in this ghost place for three days, and today we can see a living Fuji City disciple."
They came here just to use the power of frost and snow at the limit of nature to practice their Taoist mind and swordsmanship. They were not here to show off, let alone compete with others in sword competition.
Therefore, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Fu Jingci and Lu Shangque have been enlightening themselves at the most inaccessible peak in the mountains northwest of Kunling Snow Mountain in the past few days, and have not gone near the No. 1 Sword in the World built on the plains in the southeastern part of Snow Mountain. The headquarters of Pai and Fuji City.
It is precisely because of this that they have never seen the disciples of Fuji City until now.
"Your Highness..."
Lu Shangque helplessly stretched out her hand to block the strong wind that sounded like dragons roaring and tigers roaring at the wind outlet, but it obviously didn't have much effect.
"Why don't you use your martial arts to keep out the cold? Why are you so careless about your body? If you get cold -"
"No way!"
Fu Jingci waved his hand indifferently. Her little face, which was blown red by the north wind, seemed to be smeared with the most charming and finest rouge in Zhaoge City. It was red with pink, and the pink was translucent. White.
She stretched out her little hand and covered the mouth of Grandma Lushangque, and whispered:
"——Little bird, please be quieter. Although this man is just practicing swordsmanship and has not used his inner strength to show his martial arts realm. But just looking at his swordsmanship is very superb, and his cultivation is definitely not ordinary."
If the snow and wind hadn't become their most natural helper, the man might have discovered them at such a close distance.
Fu Jingci retracted his hand and continued to stare at the blurry figure in the wind and snow.
She looked at it for a while, then touched her chin thoughtfully.
"Is this Suxue's sword technique? From this point of view, this sword technique is worthy of being the first sword technique in the world that the swordsmen of Fuji City have continuously enlightened in the snow mountains of Kunling and combined with the power of frost and flying snow to perfect and sublimate.
The momentum of his sword can actually echo the flying snow on the mountain, which is indeed exquisite. "
Without using internal strength, he can exert his sword power to such an extreme. Who is this person?
The girl frowned slightly.
Her curiosity was aroused for the first time in a long time by the man practicing his sword selflessly in the cold snow.
next moment.
"Withdraw, retreat, let's go practice sword practice quickly, we can't be outcompeted by others."
