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Chapter 15 Snow Moon Night Horn

In just half a day, the entire Fangu City had been covered with heavy snow. The blue bricks and red tiles were not visible. I looked up and saw that there was a lot of white everywhere. There were no rich people in Fangu City. If I had to say that there was such a simple explanation, it could be considered one.

But Fang Jie didn't actually have much money. He was the shopkeeper of Jinyuanfang. He was the owner of Hongxiulou and he built Keshengju, but he could only be considered a senior worker. He brought Fan Gucheng Fushu. The annual income of these three buildings was 200,000 taels. But he only paid dividends. Because the money raised from the initial establishment of Jinyuanfang was not as good as him. In addition to the dividends distributed to the people every year, most of the money must be handed over to Li Xiaozong for management.

Although he didn't spend money too much, he had the status of a scout team deputy, and he had a lot of social engagements on weekdays. He naturally treated so many industries under his name. So he didn't save much in the past two years. He searched through boxes and cabinets and calculated that it was only three to four thousand taels. These thousands of taels were considered a lot of money in Fan Gu, but when he arrived in Chang'an City, he was afraid that it would not be enough to enter and leave a high-end place like Banyuelou a few times.

So when Fang Jie found that he had only these belongings, he was inevitably a little depressed and upset.

"You must never start a fund-raising enterprise in the future!"

He murmured, stuffed all the silver notes into his arms, putting the remaining two or three hundred taels of silver into a package. Before he stepped forward, he couldn't help but look at the military uniforms of the border hanger on the bedside hanger, black leather armor, blue sized clothes, black leather boots, and a big red cloak that would only be worn during festivals.

"It's a pity... I wanted to ask Li Xiaozong today to get all my military achievements before going to Chang'an. Now I don't have enough military achievements, so I have to go to Chang'an to take the exam at the Martial Arts Academy. I don't have much money around me, I'm afraid I won't be enough in the imperial capital to buy a seventh-rank sesame official."

"You can't go to the camp, all the four masters are in that direction."

Mu Xiaoyao whispered.

Fang was reluctant to let go, but hesitated.

The first thing he learned over the years was not hesitation. He must leave when it should be done and must not drag it down. Although he can't fight, he doesn't want to be a meaningless waste. It is precisely because he has been protected for so many years that he has almost no power to protect himself in the face of pursuers, so he has a paranoid desire for cultivation.

"How many qualities?"

He followed Mu Xiaoxiao and asked.

"There is someone who has broken the sixth grade and has been firmly standing at the seventh grade realm. It is very familiar. It must be Li Xiaozong, not counting him... The remaining four, three sixth grade, and one of them doesn't feel very careful, and it seems to be in the seventh grade realm. This person's aura is gloomy, and it should be hidden on purpose. Let's be careful, maybe hiding in the dark, it's best not to meet an assassin who ambushed in the dark."

Mu Xiaoyao and Dadu both knew that the most unpredictable thing in such a night were those assassins who never wanted to fight people head-on.

"Miss Xiaoyao, you have been unwilling to disclose it for so many years."

Fang Jie asked while walking, "You can feel the enemy's breath within a radius of two miles, and even accurately judge the enemy's strength. Then what kind of rank are you? If we don't escape the fight head-on, can you just let them go with the big dog and you?"

"cannot"

Mu Xiaoyao answered very simply, and then said proudly: "No one can escape my perception after entering a range of two miles. No one can hide it from me, whether it is the first grade or the ninth grade master. So although the hard work of escaping for so many years, it has been safe. So when we parted in Dali City in Nanyan, it was Daquan and I followed you instead of Qilin and the others."

"So arrogant, then what kind of rank are you?"

"Can you not ask?"

Mu Xiaoyao gave him a blank look, and then couldn't help but say angrily: "If I were higher than the seventh grade, would I escape? It would not be a problem for a person with eighth grade cultivation to destroy these five sixth grade masters in Fan Gu City. Although it was a bit troublesome, there would never be too much risk. So can you not be so idiotic? Since you decided to escape, you will definitely not be able to beat it."

"Who was the most powerful person who protected me at the time?"

"Shenling Fan"

The big dog replied beside him.

"It's that beautiful sister who always holds a sword? Oh... I didn't expect that she was so powerful. Is there a ninth grade?"

"No, but it should be even among the eighth grade."

The big dog replied.

"Are you upset?"

Mu Xiaoyao glared at them, then grabbed Fang Jie's belt and threw him out of the wall. Fang Jie had been used to being thrown like a stone in recent years, and landed steadily. In the blink of an eye, the big dog and Mu Xiaoyao also jumped out.

While galloping west of the city, Big Dog said, "The people who protected you at the beginning, Mu Xiaoyao was the most capable. If she hadn't had such strong perception, she would have encountered many dangers over the years. No matter how hard Chen Qingfan could fight, she would have been dragged to death long ago. The second-class person is naturally me... Although I can't sense the enemy's strength, I can know the enemy's position more accurately and find the best route to escape. Chen Qingfan can easily kill me, but I can also easily let Chen Qingfan can't kill me."

"What kind of rank are you?"

Fang Jie was a little bored when he was carried by Mu Xiaoyao. Although he didn't need to run by himself, it was a bit cold to say that a man was carried away like a woman carrying a package.

"Fifth grade."

The big dog answered truthfully: "So, if we meet even one of these enemies head-on, we may not be able to escape. A master of the sixth grade will not take much effort to kill the three of us."

"ah?"

Fang Jie had asked before, but Daju and Mu Xiaoyao just didn't say it. Now he realized that these two guys who were as tall as a paranormal in his eyes were not as tall as they imagined. Although Mu Xiaoyao didn't say it, he could also infer from the words of Bigju, that she was only at least a fifth-grade strength. Chen Qingfan was at the eighth-grade. If she was by her side, there was no need to escape...

"Don't look at me that way!"

Mu Xiaoyao ran and said, "I won't say it before, because there is only one Li Xiaozong in Fangu City who is a dangerous person, but he doesn't know your identity and will not kill you for no reason. Now, he says it's because he is going to escape to Chang'an. Where is Chang'an City? Crouching tiger, hidden dragon! What I want to tell you now is that you are low-key in the future. If you can pretend to be grandchildren when you arrive in Chang'an City, don't pretend to be grandfather."

"I'm really under great pressure to install grandchildren for the entire Chang'an City."

Fang Jie couldn't help but sigh. He had imagined that he would not have to worry about those inexplicable pursuers when he arrived in Chang'an in the future. With the protection of experts like Daquan and Mu Xiaoyao, would he be able to pretend to be a playboy in the emperor? He would tease the yellow girl and hook up with a handsome widow. If anyone provoked him, he would let the bigquan go up and beat him up. It won't take long for the title of the Jade-faced Little Prince of the Imperial Capital to open up. Now it seems that he found that he was thinking too much.

...

...

On a snowy night, the bright moon, there was a beautiful woman with long legs and thin waists beside her. This should have been a very romantic night. It would have been a great night. It would have been a better place if Mu Xiaoyao was not so cold. This year, Fang Jie was fifteen years old and Mu Xiaoyao was twenty-seven years old. Fang Jie had no doubts at all. He was the only man who had hugged Mu Xiaoyao and the only man who had touched Mu Xiaoyao's chest.

But Fang Jie was full of awe for this woman.

Fan Gucheng was very small. After jumping out of the backyard of Jinyuanfang, he ran westward. It would not take long to reach the city gate. Fang Jie was familiar with whoever the border army was on duty. But when they rushed to the west gate, they realized that their estimates were too optimistic.

Ximen was on duty with his familiar border brothers, and six people wearing flying fish robes. You should know what the flying fish robes mean, even the clothes in the imperial capital can make most people feel afraid. Their official rank is not high, but their status is very high.

People from the Great Inspector's Office.

"Why didn't you feel that there were outsiders here on Ximen?"

"Six and fourth grades can't stop us!"

Mu Xiaoyao whispered, then suddenly threw Fang Jie to the side of the street. When Fang Jie stood firm, Mu Xiaoyao had already added a slight red silk in her hand. It was her weapon, a very beautiful and dazzling weapon. Before Dali City separated from the other five guards, Fang Jie rarely saw Mu Xiaoyao take action. Because in the team, she was only responsible for sensing the enemy, killing people, including Qilin, Ye Xiao, and Chen Qingfan. After separation from Dali City, she had not encountered an enemy for three years.

So, this is also the first time Fang Jie has carefully watched how Mu Xiaoyao took action.

One zhang red silk.

Within one meter, this is Mu Xiaoyao's world.

The big dog did not go up to help, but stood beside Fang Jie, taking out a pair of gloves with sharp steel thorns from his waist and putting them on. The steel thorn reflected a cold and shiny light under the moonlight. Looking at Mu Xiaoyao's graceful figure, the big dog suddenly sighed: "This is a woman who is extremely strong. Chen Qingfan looks down on her, but how could she look down on Chen Qingfan? Although that woman is indeed a mess, if she didn't have Mu Xiaoyao's perception, she wouldn't have lived to this day."

"Chen Qingfan is her junior sister."

This last sentence shocked Fang Jie.

He suddenly felt a sense of guilt, although he did not say anything wrong.

Six big guards wearing flying fish robes, six fourth-grade masters, if they are placed in the army, they are at least fifth-grade tooth generals. Li Xiaozong is an alien. He uses his seventh-grade cultivation as a tooth general, which is the court itself intends to temper him. Fang Jie has no doubt that once Li Xiaozong leaves Fan Gucheng, he will definitely rise to the top.

Furthermore, Fan Gucheng's location was too critical, and the court was not at ease without a powerful general.

In Wu Paisheng's opinion, using six flying fish robes to guard the gate was enough to understand, and even raised him a lot. Unfortunately... Mu Xiaoyao didn't take these six people seriously at all. Although she was not a combat-type warrior, she would not retreat when dealing with six enemies of this level. The 10-meter red silk danced at the west gate of the city, and the moonlight and snow were so beautiful. The red long skirt and the red long silk flew around a woman with a graceful figure, which looked very charming.

Especially when her long skirt danced, her fair and slender legs were exposed from time to time, making people's blood radiant. Even killing people was so beautiful, this was Mu Xiaowei.

Hong Ling wrapped an embroidered spring sword around it, and wrapped it around the arm of the guard wearing a flying fish robe like a snake. No movement was seen on Mu Xiaoyao's hands. With a click, Hong Ling suddenly tightened and even shattered the guard's arm! The embroidered spring sword fell on the snow and immediately lost its luster.

Mu Xiaoyao pulled Hong Ling, and the guard who had broken his arm bones was pulled over. A slender and beautiful white leg kicked out. The delicate little feet wearing red embroidered shoes hit the guard's chest. With a puff, the guard's chest immediately collapsed into a big pit.

Hong Ling loosened, and the guard's body fell down softly.

“Go together!”

The remaining five flying fish robes surrounded them, and someone turned around and shouted to the border soldiers: "Why don't you tell me the warning quickly?!"

"Warning?"

The leader of the border army looked at Fang Jie who was standing not far away, and then looked at the ox horn on his waist. He didn't want to raise the horn, Fang Jie was his friend, but he had a more important identity... He was a soldier of the Sui Dynasty. When he saw Fang Jie wave his hand to him, he also knew that once he sounded the horn, the border army would gather to come. There must be those guys coming from Chang'an City who came together.

"I'm sorry, I'll explain."

The team was sighing, slowly taking off the horn and putting it to their mouths.
Chapter completed!