To the west of Xuanjian Pass.
This is a continuous mountain range. The nearest peak outside the pass is called Xiaolingxiu Peak.
The cold winter is approaching, and under the thick layer of snow, there are already sprouts growing at some unknown time. They have gathered their strength and are waiting for the message of late spring, waiting for them to break out of the ground.
"No news yet?"
"No!"
The speaker was an old man with gray hair and a childlike face. There was a bit of unwillingness in his eyes. He looked at the broken walls around him and said in a deep voice: "Looking at the world, there are only a few people who can snatch people away from us. There are really not many people in this place.”
"I really don't believe it, that person is an unknown person!"
"I look at his moves, he looks like the one from twelve years ago."
An old man in black robe next to him had a serious look on his face and said in a solemn voice: "If it's really him, it's not impossible."
"Twelve years ago..."
Several figures frowned slightly, and then the expression of the old man with white temples suddenly changed: "Ning Taisui?"
"It's him, it can't be wrong!"
"Hasn't he already retired for many years? Why did he suddenly..."
A look of deep fear flashed across the faces of several old men, and there was a hint of worry in their eyes.
"Go back and tell your Majesty the truth!"
"Whether it's him or not, King Sheng has been hit by my heart-destroying hand, and there is absolutely no chance of survival!"
"hope so!"
…
The northern border of Dali.
Over the past few years, the perennial wars have caused the people here to be displaced, disaster victims have spread rampantly, the owners have changed many times, and the official administration of the place has been abandoned.
In an exquisite house, with pavilions, wooden bridges and flowing water, it is like a paradise.
"Dong——"
"Dang~"
The sound of the piano came from the pavilion, mixed with the sound of running water in the pond in the courtyard, and it always felt out of place with the chaotic world outside the small courtyard.
The person playing the piano was a middle-aged man dressed in white, with a face like a jade, and a touch of elegance on his body. His hands playing the piano were as fair as a girl's, and there seemed to be countless melancholy between his eyebrows.
"Deng Deng Deng!"
There was a sound of hurried footsteps, and an old man in plain clothes was seen walking from the door. After seeing the man playing the piano, he stopped quietly and waited, not daring to make any sound.
After a long time, the music of the piano fell, and the old man stepped forward quickly, slightly cupping his hands: "Master, the doctor is here."
"Well, let him go in and take a look!"
"yes!"
The old man walked into the house with a doctor carrying a medicine box, while the middle-aged man was sitting in the pavilion, drinking tea and admiring the scenery, looking gloomy.
"Third Master!"
A figure fell down gracefully, it was a woman in a long skirt, with a hint of respect in her exquisite facial features.
"Any news?"
"not yet."
"Well, let's not worry about that."
Ning Taisui rubbed his head in annoyance, looked up at the woman, and said softly: "How are things going at Wuxiang Temple?"
"According to your wishes, I beat up the bald donkeys all over Wuxiang Temple and accidentally killed a few of them."
"Haha, if you want to kill them, just kill them. It doesn't hurt to kill a few of these flower monks who don't eat well and chant sutras!"
"Can you find out the whereabouts of Monk Lin?"
"Back to Third Master, they have been missing since they entered Guanshan one after another."
"That blue-shirted swordsman is interesting. He can chase and kill him all the way through the forest of monks. I'm afraid he's only one step away from reaching that level."
"Have you ever found out which family he is a disciple of?"
"Can't find it!" The woman also frowned: "This person's origin is still a mystery, but he is a rare talent. He behaves bohemianly and likes poetry, wine and swords. His recent deeds have spread throughout the world. Suddenly, It’s also famous!”
"Some people call it the Qinglian Sword Immortal!"
"Qinglian Sword Immortal... is an interesting little guy."
Ning Taisui's face showed a rare look of interest, and he said calmly: "Hide the news about Xiao Chenzi for the time being until he is rescued."
"yes!"
"What was the reaction from the imperial court?"
"Your Majesty shouted in front of the palace that he deserved his death, but Concubine Xian was very sad." The woman hesitated for a moment and continued: "There is also news. I heard that Princess Sheng is pregnant."
As soon as these words came out, Ning Taisui's expression changed slightly, and two people walked out of the room with complicated expressions.
"How's it going?"
"Sir, this young man is seriously injured. His legs are broken, and there are many hidden wounds in his body. I'm afraid... there is no way to save him!"
"Treat her with all your strength, even if you have to breathe!"
"yes!"
The doctor looked a little hesitant and hesitated to say: "It's not difficult to take a breath. The young master should be a martial arts practitioner, and his body and bones are not weak. If he can be recuperated with medicine, he may be able to get better."
"What medicine?"
"Centennial Ganoderma lucidum, ginseng, cordyceps and other great tonics!"
"But these medicines are all rare treasures. They are rare to see in a hundred years. I'm afraid..."
Ning Taisui pondered for a long time, looked at the doctor and said solemnly: "Give me seven days to keep him safe within seven days. I will get you the medicine you need."
Hearing this, the doctor glanced at the elegant middle-aged man in front of him in surprise, and nodded heavily: "Don't worry, sir, I will try my best, little one."
After saying that, the doctor hurriedly left with the medicine box. The woman looked at Ning Taisui and said hesitantly: "Third Master, are you ready to..."
"Go to Wangxian Mountain!"
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Hanging Sword Pass.
Beyond the canyon.
After the Taotie Treasure Black Armor on Ning Fan's body was soaked in blood, it looked even more ferocious. The tip of the Fierce Dragon Soul-Severing Spear in his hand was dripping with blood.
"Lord, it's time to withdraw!"
"The ambush in the rear has been set up. Now that their way back is blocked, there is no need to fight like this."
"Um!"
Ning Fan responded, blocked the notification sounds in the system, and silently glanced at the sky. It was already past noon.
"withdraw!"
The army retreated like a tide. Yan Jun wanted to take advantage of the situation to counterattack, but was forced back by a hail of arrows!
Li Jin looked at the bloody figure in front of him, his expression changed a little, showing a rare look of admiration.
I didn't expect that the legendary dandy could have such peerless martial arts, and he was as brave as his brother!
His Highness King Sheng... What a pity.
"Report!"
"Lord Ji led the army to come for reinforcements and has arrived three miles away."
Li Jin nodded slightly, looked at Ning Fan, cupped his hands slightly and said: "Your Highness, after this battle, Da Yan lost at least more than 100,000 troops and horses. Now the Zhenguo Army still has 30,000 cavalry ambushing outside Xuanjian Pass!"
"This commander is about to leave for the north as quickly as possible."
"Don't worry, Mr. Li, this place is left to us."
"Um!"
Accompanied by a hearty laughter, a figure strode forward, looked at Ning Fan and Li Jin and said with a smile: "Your Highness, Duke Jingguo!"
"Lord Ji!"
Ning Fan nodded with a smile, and Li Jin also said happily: "Haha, I haven't seen you for many years, Master Ji is still as charming and plump as ever!"
"I, Dayu, the Army God, am still as handsome as before!"
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