As if he felt the strange phenomena of heaven and earth in the courtyard, Chen Zhibao slowly opened his eyes, without any awareness of being trapped in danger, but instead looked at it leisurely, with lotus flowers all over the pond, swaying in a swaying posture.

These lotus flowers should be the concrete manifestation of Xu Fengnian's mind.

The young vassal king who once inherited Gao Shulu's body was a celestial being, needed to use this kind of immortal handwriting that did not consume energy to fight the enemy. It seems that the battle of Longyan'er Plain has indeed hurt the fundamentals.

Chen Zhibao's eyes passed over the lotus in front of him. When he saw the nine pocket flying swords hovering in front of Xu Fengnian, he probably was afraid that this thunder pool would not trap him. He needed to use these flying swords that did not involve the movement of the qi to guard against the sudden rise of the plum wine in his hand.

I don’t know if these nine small objects were rumored to be gifted by Deng Tai’a, the god of Peach Blossom Sword. It is said that Deng Tai’a gave twelve one breath at that time. Later, Xu Fengnian suffered losses against the enemy Mao Han Shengxuan outside Shenwu City and in the battle with Wang Xianzhi. Is it because it was not enough to make up for it?

Xu Fengnian's face became paler and he lowered his head to stare at the Nine Flying Sword hovering in front of him. It was not what Chen Zhibao guessed was given by Deng Taia, but asked the Mo family giant in Qingliangshan to create it, and finally cultivate the mind.

The Peach Blossom Sword God once talked about the process of forging and raising flying swords. Deng Tai'a grew up in the gloomy sword mountain with countless burial swords at the Wu family's sword tomb since childhood. He pulled out the first ancient sword, Taia, but Taia had already rotten and was broken when he pulled out. Deng Taia still took the name of the sword as his name, and since then he had eleven swords with mysterious responses to him one after another. Because of hatred, he regarded himself as an abandoned child and threw himself in the Wu family, which was born and fled by himself. Deng Taia did not carry any ancient swords out of the tomb. After leaving the sword tomb alone, he only took twelve sword intents, and finally cast twelve flying swords to store them in a small box, namely Xuan Armored Child Splendor, Morning Dew Spring Water Peach Blossom, Moth Eyebrow Vermilion Bird Yellow Tong, and Flying Golden Thread Taia.

After the battle at the Imperial Heaven Supervision, Xu Fengnian returned to Beiliang and made nine swords according to this method.

Fengdu, old dragon. These two swords are a pair, and they miss the green robe of Fengdu, and the old man with sheep-skin fur who once threatened on the river that "the only sword in his life is to kill the dragon in his life."

The first time I heard of this title was that the magistrate of Chaoge said that Xu Fengnian was a kind of bookworm. It is said that he liked to live in the pile of old papers.

The water essence was caused by Xu Fengnian's sword-making process and remembered the big turtle that had lived on the other end of Chunshen Lake for countless years.

Beautiful beard. There was once a squeeze maker in the Liyang court. He had purple beard and blue eyes. He was unprepared for his later years. Although he was a great enemy of Northern Liang, he sincerely respected him from Xu Xiao and Li Yishan to Xu Fengnian.

Childish. I still remember the first time I went to Beimang and passed through the Youzhou border Daomaguan. A child who was looking forward to the world had a courage to reach out to him, saying that he wanted to touch Xu Fengnian's sword.

Wild Fox. Once, he chatted with Yuzi Xu Beizhi. This strategist once joked that the new Liang king was practicing Wild Fox Zen, which was unorthodox and could inevitably lead to many disasters.

The fat is Xu Fengnian remembered the maid in Wutongyuan who likes to apply scarlet rouge. I don’t know if she was doing well in Dunhuang City, nor do I know if Huyan Daguan could successfully convince her to return to Beiliang and take her home this time.

Ants sink. Trees still smell like they die. Where does people die? Xu Fengnian has traveled to many places, seen many people, and seen many scenery, but in the end, he still likes the poor, cold and bitter Beiliang the most, and likes this place where every household has white clothes and white clothes.

Fengdu, ants sink, wormfish, water spirit, old dragon, beautiful beard, childishness, wild fox and mutton fat.

These nine flying swords not only gave them the divine will, but also embodies Xu Fengnian's deepest spirit.

Chen Zhibao narrowed his eyes and looked at the nine small flying swords with different spirits, just like watching the life of this young vassal king.

In fact, Chen Zhibao has been watching like this coldly for more than twenty years.

The first time he met Xu Fengnian, Chen Zhibao was just a young man who had just entered the Manjia Camp, less than fourteen years old. His dream at that time was to be able to wear iron armor and hold a spear to ride the horses in the world. When he carefully took the child lying in the cradle from the princess and looked at the tender face, Chen Zhibao smiled happily at that time. Later, he slaughtered Xu Xiao to help Liyang Zhaoshi to establish the Central Plains. The white-clothed soldier saint, famous in Jinghua, gave up his title of king and became a vassal, and silently followed the Xu family army to Beiliang. Especially when the princess passed away, the man became increasingly silent.

Yan, not far or near, looked at the young prince named Xu, who was unrestrained in the Wutongyuan, and was idle outside Qingliang Mountain. The young prince's leisure and freedom were everywhere with the smoke of wars in the Spring and Autumn Period. The young man lived too infamously, and the old soldiers of the Xu family died too unknown, forming a sharp contrast. Chen Zhibao naturally would not have any favors to such young people. But it is said that Chen Zhibao had murderous intentions for Xu Fengnian at that time, or had a secret rebellious attitude towards Beiliang. He overestimated Xu Fengnian and underestimated Chen Zhibao.

Because Chen Zhibao never regarded Xu Fengnian as an opponent with enough weight.

Once upon a time, his opponent was only the Gun Immortal King Xiu in the world, and only the Spring and Autumn Army Ye Baikui on the battlefield.

Chen Zhibao suddenly shot like a dragon, and shot Xu Fengnian, who had lotus flowers and nine flying swords in front of him, and was like the water of the Guangling River running into the sea.

Wherever the spear passes, lotus flowers that were bred by Xu Fengnian's meaning are broken.

Xu Fengnian's body was still motionless, just raised one hand, rotated his index finger gently, and nine flying swords flashed and drew nine slender tracks in the air.

The nine collisions between the flying sword and the spear were ding dong dong, crisp and pleasant, as if the sound of a lotus wind blowing under the eaves in the house.

Although the flying sword is small, its power is huge and its power is heavy, so that Chen Zhibao's plum wine shifted its straight trajectory several times before approaching Xu Fengnian's throat.

At the critical moment when the spear was about to stab the throat, Xu Fengnian tilted his head and bent his knees slightly. The tip of the spear brushed a blood groove on the left side of his neck. Xu Fengnian, who leaned forward slightly, took up plum wine with his shoulders, and then rushed forward suddenly.

Chen Zhibao's wrists trembled, and a spike of plum wine pressed down. Xu Fengnian's shoulders made a loud bang, but the momentum of forward pounce did not stagnate at all.

Chen Zhibao's wrist shook slightly to the right, and the plum wine that hit Xu Fengnian's shoulder immediately showed a sweeping across the army.

Xu Fengnian, who continued to rush forward, fell to the right but did not fall, just avoiding the plum wine that was trying to sweep his head.

All of this is only in a moment.

A difference of slight difference is a difference between life and death.

Xu Fengnian raised his elbow to press against Meizijiu to prevent the spear from changing its moves, and slapped Chen Zhibao, who left a large space in front of him.

Xu Fengnian, who seemed to be about to be bullied, did not even want to withdraw his gun or change his tricks with plum wine. He directly exchanged punches and palms with Xu Fengnian.

Xu Fengnian slapped Chen Zhibao on the forehead with a palm, and Chen Zhibao punched Xu Fengnian in the forehead.

The two of them swayed their bodies, trying their best to stabilize their bodies, and they were never willing to take a step back. Then they kicked them out fiercely, and they still wanted to give up the defensive. This time, the two of them finally took several steps back, and then took several steps forward almost at the same time, and then raised their arms and elbows out as if they were hit on the head. The two of them were staggered from left and right.

Xu Fengnian and Tuoba Bodhisattva fought in the narrow alley in the small town of the Western Regions. They only moved around in a small space, abandoning the pursuit of a grand opening and closing of the mighty momentum. Instead, they built a temple in a snail shell, showing the style of a master returning to nature.

Today's battle with Chen Zhibao's courtyard is similar.

After the two of them staggered a short distance, Chen Zhibao, who originally held plum wine, might not have the advantage of taking the lead. After all, plum wine was too long, but Chen Zhibao, who had a superb shooting technique, suddenly held the palm of his hand guiltyly and slid backwards. After the plum wine was tightly held in his hand, it became like a three-foot long sword that was just right at the right distance to the enemy. So the plum wine spear tip was earlier than Xu Fengnian's palm. Although the tip of the plum wine spear was abnormally not sharp at all, after sucking Xu Fengnian's heart, Xu Fengnian, whose face was snow-white, flew backwards. Chen Zhibao, who succeeded with one blow, frowned for some reason.

Xu Fengnian, who had slipped backwards, spread her arms and nine fingers, leaving only one finger bent.

Xu Fengnian's nine fingers pulled the nine flying sword qi machines that were floating in the air again. Under the pull of the nine swords, not only did the retreating momentum suddenly stop, but the forward momentum that followed was as fast as thunder.

Xu Fengnian jumped high and pressed down with one finger.

All the slightly shaking lotus flowers in the courtyard dissipated, and the spirit from all directions condensed on one finger.

Li Chungang handed out a sword on the muddy path in the rain.

The immortal kneels with a sword.

Chen Zhibao held up plum wine and speared in front of him.

The plum wine was shot with one finger, and the gun body bent into an exaggerated arc, and the top of the arc hit Chen Zhibao's forehead.

The King of Shu was smashed and his body retreated. He finally stopped his decline until his back was close to the wall.

After Xu Fengnian landed on the ground, she said calmly: "You will give me the one you can use to get the 300,000 Iron Cavaliers in Beiliang to give me back."

Chen Zhibao swallowed the blood that was about to gush out of his throat, increasing the force of holding the gun, which made the plum wine in his hand no longer tremble violently.

Chen Zhibao pulled the corner of his mouth and looked around. The coffin inside the house, the jujube trees in the corner, the scattered dates on the ground, and the two embroidered winter and spring thunders that were never useful. Finally, he looked at the young vassal king who had made the most of the war.

Chen Zhibao slowly took off the spear head, walked into the room, put two pieces of plum wine back into the cloth bag and carried it behind his back, walked straight to the courtyard gate, stopped when he was about to step out of the threshold, turned his back to Xu Fengnian, and sneered: "I don't even dare to rebel, why should I be the King of Beiliang?!"

Xu Fengnian asked back, "Do you know why Xu Xiao doesn't want you to be the King of Beiliang?"

Chen Zhibao stepped out of the yard and said something inexplicable, "We all know that this matter has nothing to do with you."

Xu Fengnian stood there without stopping Chen Zhibao from leaving.

Some things are not something that dares to dare, but whether they can or whether they can or whether they want to.

The two of them had fought on the Guangling River before, but they did not go to the point of exchanging lives. Today, they still do not think about it. At that time, Xu Fengnian wanted to lead 10,000 Daxue Dragon Cavalry to save Jiang Ni, while Chen Zhibao, who had left the jurisdiction of the vassal king, wanted to take Li in the Guangling Dao Fire. Now Xu Fengnian was going to lead the Northern Liang Iron Cavalry to block the million-strong army of Beimang, and Chen Zhibao probably had a tiger out of the deep mountains and truly began to pursue the world.

Chen Zhibao slowly walked on the empty Huaiyangguan street. After walking out of the city gate, he did not look at the thousands of elite border cavalry outside the city with complex eyes. He just said to the white fox who had entered the city together: "Do you go to Guangling Road with me or stay in Beiliang? Although Xie Guanying is dead, no matter what his original intention is, after all, I have helped me catch a bowl of Shu Jiao, and I will always miss his incense. If you owe him, I will give it back to you."

Bai Hu'er nodded and said, "I'm going to go back to my hometown and go with you."

Both of them are dressed in white, both of them are the most romantic people in the world.

Chu Lushan hesitated for a moment, but still asked the cavalry under him to leave them two Northern Liang war horses, but Chen Zhibao did not refuse.

Chu Lushan looked at the former Beiliang Protector who had turned over and said angrily: "My surname is Chen, you will not be treated like this when you come to Beiliang next time to make trouble for the wind and rain!"

Chen Zhibao, carrying two cloth bags of all sizes, ignored the fat man's threat and rode away.

The two riders are moving further and further.

Bai Hu'er suddenly asked, "Chen Zhibao, what do you think? Why do you only have murderous intentions but no murderous intentions? If not, I will definitely stop you from entering Huaiyang Pass."

Chen Zhibao remained silent.

Bai Hu'er suddenly turned her horse's head and said to herself, "I almost forgot. You wait for a while and I'll go get the double swords back."

After Chen Zhibao walked slowly for a while, he gently strangled the reins, looked back at Huaiyang Pass, or looked away from the desolate Beiliang Pass, and said to himself: "Some things you Xu Fengnian can't do."

There is something that Chen Zhibao kept in his heart.

But there are some things that I, Chen Zhibao, cannot do.

Chen Zhibao looked into the sky, his mouth raised, and he smiled knowingly for the first time.

Those who can be in tune with each other may not only be friends but also enemies.

Although Chen Zhibao was sarcastic when he saw Xu Fengnian this time, in the final analysis, the reason why Chen Zhibao had no intention of killing for the time being was that the young man had a clear bottom line that Chen Zhibao knew very well.

Chen Zhibao is actually not incomprehensible to Xu Fengnian's voice and those words that have never been spoken.

"Don't I want to have 300,000 cavalry in Beiliang, millions of households in Beiliang, and everyone will not die! Why don't I want to have a beautiful posthumous title for all civil officials and military generals in Beiliang?"

"I don't want the Iron Cavalry of Beiliang to die as much as possible. I just want everyone to live. I hope the world is peaceful. I hope Beiliang will be as smokeless as the Central Plains. Twenty years, one hundred years!"

"Don't I want a name not to be engraved on the Qingliang Mountain Stele Forest?"

Chen Zhibao withdrew his thoughts and felt a little pitiful for Xu Fengnian.

"I am worthy of being his son, and I am worthy of being a disciple Li Yishan likes. I have never really enjoyed it in my life."

Chen Zhibao sighed for no reason.

This time he came to Beiliang, he wanted to save Qi Dangguo.

I also want to go somewhere in Qingliang Mountain to pay homage to the respectful woman I have always regarded as my biological mother.

Chen Zhibao smiled.

My surname is not Xu.

It can be called "Zhi Zhu".

———

When the white fox returned to the courtyard, he happened to see the lonely young vassal king sitting on the steps, holding his swords and holding a handful of half-blue and half-red dates in his robe. He whistled melodiously.

After seeing myself, he smiled and nodded.
Chapter completed!