Zheng State, Sishui Pass.
Song Zhiwen and Chen Shouren rushed to Sishui at the same time. If the eight hundred cavalrymen behind the two men could not keep up with their speed, the distance of only fifteen miles would be covered in just a cup of tea.
The Si River flows through Si Shuiguan, and the river is one mile wide. But near the shore, the water is not deep enough to cover the horses' hooves. After walking twenty feet into the river, the depth of the water suddenly increased. In the center of Si River, the water was dozens of feet deep. No troops or troops could cross without boating.
Chen Shouren, wearing purple armor and white robes with black gold piping, and wearing the famous sword Chixiao, came to the bank of Si River. At that time, there was a young girl in green waiting at the riverside, preparing a small boat. When she saw Chen Shouren riding his horse to the riverside, he stepped forward and said warmly: "Sir, the boat is ready."
"Yes." Chen Shouren turned over and dismounted. He was eight feet long and was like a bamboo pole. He took off the sword from his waist and threw it to the girl in green. He then raised his right hand to signal the eight hundred cavalry behind him to stop.
Chen Shouren looked at the Confucian sword on the other side of the Si River.
Song Zhiwen was already standing on the other side, wearing the sword Nuanyu. He also raised his right hand to signal the eight hundred cavalry behind him to stop.
On Rujian's side, there was already a person waiting by the Sishui River with a small boat ready. But unlike Chen Shouren, the person holding the boat on Song Zhiwen's side was a black-armored soldier.
"Ru Jian, please!" Chen Shouren shouted from the other side of the Si River.
"Sir, please!" Song Zhiwen replied.
Here, the black-armored soldier pushed the boat into the deep water with his bare hands. Song Zhiwen stood on tiptoe, his body was like a rainbow, and gracefully descended on the boat. The black-armored soldier pushing the boat got on the boat, held up the long pole, and steered the boat towards the river. The center of the river.
Over there, Chen Shouren took matters into his own hands, flew forward, kicked up the boat, and flew directly into the deep water like an arrow from the string. The man and boat merged into one, and rushed straight to the middle of the river.
The girl in green quickly flew to catch up and boarded the ship.
"Aqin." Before the girl in green could speak, Chen Shouren had already grabbed the pennant in one hand and said with a stern smile, "Hold my master's sword. I will personally support this boat, master!"
"...Okay, Young Master." Aqin had no choice but to stand on the boat with the famous sword Chixiao in his arms, watching the Young Master punting the boat.
Chen Shouren personally punted the boat, which Song Zhiwen had not expected.
Ru Jian subconsciously looked at the girl in green behind Chen Shouren and said with a smile: "I have heard that Mr. Young always has a stunning swordsman with him. When I saw him today, he is indeed a heavenly being."
"The Confucian sword has been overrated." Chen Shouren laughed, looked back at the girl in green, winked at her, and said, "I am a swordsman who is said to be a celestial being. Isn't it Haikou? To say that he is a celestial being. In terms of beauty, Miss Yu Youwei from Yuelu Academy must also be mentioned! Who in the north knows that Yu Youwei from Yuelu Academy in the Song Dynasty has both talent and beauty? Even Li Shishi, the most beautiful woman in the Song Dynasty, is inferior to her. I heard that Ru Jian and Miss Yu have many contacts, I wonder if the rumor I heard is true?"
"Whether it is true or not, Mr. Xiao must have seen it with his own eyes." Song Zhiwen said, "It is said that hearing is false and seeing is believing. How can Mr. Xiao not understand this?"
"Oh?" Chen Shouren said with a smile, "Rujian said that, I think the rumors are false. If Miss Yu is really shocking, how can Rujian not defend her?"
The two of them were talking tit-for-tat, and they were both smiling but hiding their knives.
"Hmph!" But the girl in green behind Chen Shouren couldn't stand it any longer. She snorted and said in a low voice, "Young master is quite leisurely and elegant. He ran to the Si River to discuss things like who is the most beautiful with your mortal enemy. coming."
"Hey, Aqin is angry?" Chen Shouren apologized in a low voice, "Young master, I made him angry on purpose! Tsk tsk, don't look at this Song Zhiwen who looks like a human being. As soon as I mentioned that Yu Youwei, he showed his weakness. Come to think of it, this Confucian sword's feelings for Yu Youwei are definitely not ordinary."
"Huh?" Aqin, the girl in green, sneered, with contempt on her face, "Aqin, I don't know when the young master liked to hear people coming from the corner so much. May I ask, young master, is this your new hobby?"
Chen Shouren coughed twice and was speechless by the girl in green.
"Didn't I hear Third Master keep talking about the relationship between Song King Jun Ziqi and Confucian swordsman Song Zhiwen? I just became suspicious of the talented and beautiful girl Yu, so..." Chen Shouren wanted to defend.
"Do you believe what Third Master, that prodigal said?" The girl in green snorted, becoming even more disdainful.
Chen Shouren was stunned, "Aqin, I'm afraid it's inappropriate to talk about Third Master like this, right?"
"What's wrong?" the girl in green asked back, blocking Chen Shouren until he couldn't say a word, so he had no choice but to row the boat.
After all, it was the Four Realms Supreme who was punting the boat. Chen Shouren soon reached the middle of the Sishui River. I saw the white-robed general holding his pole in a fixed position, and while the zhenqi was surging, the painting boat floated steadily on the Si River. No matter how fast the river water was, the boat had no intention of being floated away by the current.
Song Zhiwen saw that Chen Shouren had reached the center of the river. As the true energy in his body was circulating, the boat under his feet suddenly accelerated. In just a moment, he had already steered the boat to the middle of the river.
The commanders of the two armies in the Zheng-Song War formally met on the Si River.
These two new generals in the Northern Territory are both young, but they have already become famous in the Northern Territory. The two of them each stood on a small boat at their feet, looking at each other. In addition to the hostility rooted in their eyes, there was also a hint of imperceptible appreciation.
On the banks of the Sishui River, 1,600 cavalrymen saw their coaches meeting in a boat. They all looked nervous, fearing that the two men would start a fight if they disagreed. If it was a plain, that would be fine. They could still risk their lives and charge, but this was on the edge of the Sishui River. Even if the two of them fought, they could only watch and couldn't intervene at all.
So in the final analysis, this meeting in Sishui is really a head-to-head competition between Chen Shouren and Song Zhiwen. At most, the sword attendant Aqin beside the young gentleman and the boatman for Rujian black armored soldier.
But the conflict came faster than the soldiers of the two armies facing each other across the Sishui River imagined.
In the middle of the Bashui River, Chen Shouren and Song Zhiwen each used their true energy to control the boats, making the two boats float steadily in the turbulent river and remained unmoved.
The 1,600 cavalrymen on both sides stared at the situation in the middle of the Sishui River with wide eyes.
Just when the tension reached its peak, Chen Shouren spoke.
The water was so turbulent that no one on the cavalry on both sides could hear what the white-robed general was saying. But just that sentence immediately changed Song Zhiwen's expression!
"What did you say?" Song Zhiwen was horrified, "Sir, please stop joking. Didn't you invite me to come to the water for a while?"
Chen Shouren's face suddenly darkened, and there was a storm brewing in his eyes.
When Song Zhiwen saw Chen Shouren's reaction, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.
"Ru Jian, I sent a messenger to deliver the letter to you. I still don't know what is written in it?" Chen Shouren felt chilled and said solemnly, "What was written in that letter was..."
Before Chen Shouren could finish his sentence, the girl in green clothes behind him suddenly screamed: "Young Master, you have murderous intent!"
As soon as the girl in green finished her voice, Song Zhiwen jumped up and flew straight into the sky. The famous sword Nuanyu came out of its sheath. The sword was neither gold nor iron. It turned out to be a jade sword!
"The famous sword Nuanyu." Chen Shouren's eyes lit up, "I heard that this sword was made by the master Bai Wuyi of Zhongzhou Weapon Refining Sect in his early years. I had known the sword Nuanyu for a long time in the Song Dynasty, but I didn't expect it to be in your hands! When I saw it today, the work of the Sword Sect’s master really lived up to its reputation!”
Song Zhiwen's sword was unsheathed, and the sword energy was lingering like the sound of a clear spring.
"Young master, you still have time to joke around?" Aqin, the girl in green, said angrily. Seeing the black-armored soldier suddenly swinging out the poison-quenching golden needle from his sleeve armor on the boat where Song Zhiwen was before, he took action and flew to the boat. In front of the white-robed general, he blasted out a palm, sweeping out his energy and knocking away all the poison-quenching golden needles thrown by the black-armored soldiers.
The water was turbulent, and as soon as the two men made a move, the two boats immediately retreated in opposite directions.
"Haha, Ah Qin, with his three-legged cat skills, can he also hurt your young master?" Chen Shouren's mind was spinning, there were two possibilities. First, the letter he wrote was leaked.
Secondly, in the current situation, Song Zhiwen was putting on a show.
He deliberately set up a trap to make himself think that someone was plotting against him, but in fact, it was Song Zhiwen who was really plotting against him.
Above the sky, Song Zhiwen hesitated for a moment, and then he drew his sword boldly. The sword energy rushed out and went straight for Chen Shouren's head!
"What a Confucian swordsman! He is such an insidious and cunning person!" Aqin, the girl in green, saw the pressure of the Sky-Splashing Sword coming towards her. Her dress was blown by the sword wind, and she raised her eyebrows and cursed angrily. .
"Hahaha, Aqin, pay attention to your image, pay attention to your image! You said you wanted to be a fair lady!" Chen Shouren didn't care about the overwhelming sword energy, but burst into laughter.
"Lady, I won't do it today!" Aqin said angrily.
"You go deal with that black-armored soldier, and leave the Confucian sword to Young Master for me to deal with." After Chen Shouren said that, he picked up the pole in his hand, stood up with his feet apart, and the pole burst out of the water, turning the water it brought up into a real sword. He was so angry that he collided with Song Zhiwen's Tou Tou sword.
Penny immediately fell apart!
"Go back!" Chen Shouren shouted and twisted it with his backhand. The bamboo pennant, which was originally split into pieces by the sword energy, was gathered by his true energy and restored instantly.
""The Sword Intent of the Great River", the long river is rolling!" Song Zhiwen drew his sword again, using the Sword Intent of the Great River that Song Shenshu had learned on the bank of the Lancang River.
Song Zhiwen struck out with his sword, and the magnificent water beneath him suddenly boiled. It was pulled by the sword and turned into thousands of piles of snow, one after another, rushing toward Chen Shouren!
"The Sword Intention of the River", the long river is rolling.
The meaning of the sword is taken from the artistic conception of the endless river.
Chen Shouren's expression was stern. The bamboo pen in his hand was filled with his true energy, and he rushed towards the rushing river sword intent like a dragon.
Penny was not a sword, but it looked like a real sword under the white-robed general! The moment it soared into the sky, Penny erupted with an ear-splitting sword cry and collided head-on with the long river of sword intent rolling in the sky!
The battle between Mr. Xiao and Ru Jian started in an instant.
