Block the river with one sword.
A sword blooms.
Flowers on the river.
The river cuts off from it.
The flower seemed to be swaying in the waves, then broken, and then the sword was born.
So ten thousand swords rose.
"Tao sword...!"
Huaipingshan exclaimed, "Who are you, Wanxi Zhai Xiao Mantou?!"
Xiao Baozi was startled. He has been calling me master for nearly twenty years. Could it be that the master's name is Xiao Baozi?
Really uneducated!
She really looks like a village girl!
Among those ten thousand swords, Huai Pingshan came out with another sword, sweeping it across, and then he soared into the sky.
He didn't draw his sword again.
When he fell, the thousands of sword intentions were shattered under his sword.
He still looked at Xiao Baozi and suddenly asked: "Did you pick it up from Xiao Baozi?"
Xiao Baozi raised his eyebrows, quite surprised: "How do you know this?"
Huai Pingshan grinned meaningfully. Instead of answering her question, he asked again: "How are the steamed buns?"
"...Are you talking about the previous owner of Wanxi Zhai?"
"Exactly."
"She is buried."
"...Are you the current owner of Wanxi Zhai?"
"Yes, you haven't answered my question yet."
"May I have your name?"
Xiao Baozi raised his neck:
"I won't tell you!"
"You have a piece of jade on your body, blood jade, in the shape of a phoenix!"
Xiao Baozi was immediately shocked, "How do you know?"
"Come here, I'll tell you."
Xiao Baozi pondered for a moment, but she still wanted to know her origins, so she moved forward.
Just when she was about ten feet away from Huaiping Mountain...
Huai Pingshan suddenly drew his sword!
The sword is as stunning as a giant, and the light is as bright as a shooting star!
This is the strongest sword in Huaipingshan's life!
He believed that this girl, who was only about twenty years old, would never be able to escape his sword!
She will definitely die!
He must die too!
What Xiao Baozi felt at this moment was the fierce murderous intent, which enveloped her in all directions, sealing her off like a cage.
"go to hell!"
"Go to death with Xiao Mantou!"
Huaiping Mountain looked crazy, and he laughed wildly, but suddenly...
His laughter stopped.
His eyes widened, full of fear——
He saw that in the midst of his ultimate sword intent, a hand suddenly reached out!
That hand came from heaven.
Just like that, he stretched straight and without scruple into the sword cage formed by his sword intention.
The sleeve on that hand was cut into pieces by the sword's energy, flying like butterflies in the sword's energy.
But the hand was unscathed.
That hand grabbed Xiao Baozi's neck, and with a lift, Xiao Baozi came out of the sword cage and struck out with a sword, shocking the king!
"You actually lied to me!"
"You know what I hate most in my life are people who lie to me!"
The hand loosened.
Xiao Baozi left with a sword and followed the sword with him.
Most of Huaipingshan's internal energy was used on the sword cage, and at this moment he was unable to continue.
He retreated, but not as fast as Xiao Baozi.
He blocked it with his sword.
After a ding-ding-ding-ding tinkling sound, he retreated to the cliff. He had no way to retreat.
Xiao Baozi was full of sword intent and moved forward indomitably.
There was a lot of blood, and Xiao Baozi pierced Huai Pingshan's right chest with his sword!
The Fuji sword penetrated from Huaipingshan's back and pierced into the rock, nailing Huaipingshan to the rock alive.
Xiao Baozi didn't kill Huaipingshan. She stretched out a finger and sealed the acupuncture points of Huaipingshan.
Then he drew his sword.
The sword in Huaipingshan's hand fell to the ground with a clang, his face full of despair.
Yan Jidao landed next to Xiao Baozi, one of his arms was naked.
"Thank you, senior!"
"No need to thank me...if you want to thank me, just thank you, master."
"Senior, do you know my master?"
Yan Jidao smiled slightly: "Once upon a time, Xiao Mantou was also a legendary existence in Kyoto!"
Xiao Baozi was immediately curious: "So, my master has a story?"
"There are many stories. If you want to know more about them, you can go to Taiyuan Academy and find Hua Man Ting Hua Lao Da Ru!"
"……oh!"
Xiao Baozi suppressed the curiosity in his heart and looked back at the battlefield behind him.
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The battle turned into a one-sided massacre in a short time.
Rivers of blood flowed everywhere, and mountains of corpses littered the fields.
At dusk, the battle ends.
Thousands of the 30,000 troops in Huaiping Mountain fled, and more than 20,000 died.
Naturally, Huaiping Mountain was also captured by Xiao Baozi.
Although this battle was a great victory, no one showed the slightest joy of victory on their faces.
The soldiers of Xuanjia Battalion, led by Zhou Zheng, began to clean the battlefield, and the small wooden building where Zhongli Ruoshui once lived has now become a memorial hall.
There were three corpses and a dark jar in the sacrificial hall.
Li Chenan stood in front of the table with the corpses. He looked at these old people who were once very close to each other, and suddenly shed two lines of tears.
He thought that he would never be moved, guilty, or angry by anyone in this world except Zhongli Ruoshui.
He thought that something like this had nothing to do with him.
But now he felt a sharp pain.
He thought of the kind old lady fishing by the pond under the big-leafed banyan tree in Dingguohou Mansion.
He also thought of the intoxicating fragrance of orchids on Peach Blossom Island, and the erudite and elegant old man in the fragrance of orchids.
There is also the old man who likes to lie under the crooked-neck tree in the Imperial City Division and spares no effort to help him.
Of course, there is also the old man who beats himself with a stick by painting those nights spent with Pingtung.
They are all old people.
They are also old people who have given me a lot of warmth and care in the short time since they came to this world.
Now, they are all gone.
Mrs. Fan did it because of the perseverance in her heart.
Shang Di is because of the illusory belief he pursues.
Changsun Jinghong was motivated by his promise to the crooked-necked tree he planted back then.
Wu Xichen did it because of an agreement he made at the beginning, and also because he wanted to see the Grand Master's door.
Mrs. Fan's perseverance does not know what the consequences will be.
It may take a long, long time for him to see Shang Di's faith.
Changsun Jinghong's promise now fell on his shoulders.
Wu Xichen didn't know if he saw the door at the moment he died.
In the end, dust will return to dust.
Just as Mrs. Fan said before her death: This world belongs to young people like you after all!
But this world once belonged to them.
Yan Jidao stood not far behind Li Chenan.
He looked at the corpses silently, and then looked at Li Chenan's back silently. After a while, he asked:
"What are your plans next?"
Li Chenan pondered for three breaths: "Tomorrow morning, we will enter Kyoto!"
"Who are you going to kill in Kyoto?"
"I will kill anyone who stops me!"
"Then what?"
"Talk to the prince."
Yan Jidao thought for a while and said:
"The country cannot live without a king for a day. The emperor has passed away in Changle Palace. The emperor's eldest son is still unknown. Xi Wei killed more than half of the ministers in the court..."
"How will the court operate next?"
"The court does not need so many ministers. There are still some in the official prison. They will be in charge of the daily affairs of the court until I return to pick up the eldest son of the emperor!"
Yan Jidao said nothing more, but he was very worried in his heart.
He was worried that if Xi Wei knew that Li Chenan had no intention of becoming emperor, Xi Wei would get rid of Li Chenan without hesitation.
I am also worried about how the remaining officials in the huge Ning Kingdom will deal with this more complicated situation.
I am also worried about whether the eldest son of the emperor, who Fan Taohua has high hopes for, has the ability to support Ningguo!
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It's night, and the lights gathered in other fields are on until dawn.
It was night, and the lights in the small building in the flower-filled courtyard in the backyard of Taiyuan University were not extinguished.
Su Muxin poured a glass of wine for Hua Manting, "It's late at night, it's time for the teacher to rest."
"hold on."
"What are you waiting for?"
"Wait until daybreak."
"..."
