Riding on horseback, swaying along, at this moment General Zheng couldn't be described as imposing, but rather seemed a bit of a slacker.

Within the city, he needed to maintain his idol image in front of his soldiers, but now, he didn't have to. Anyway, he wasn't planning to cozy up to the barbarian general on the other side, it wasn't a blind date, and he wasn't trying to make a good impression.

The best outcome would be for the Sword Saint to swiftly strike, the barbarian commander's head rolling down, followed by a shout of "Every man for himself!" giving the warhorse under him a harsh whip, and quickly fleeing.

Looking back at Xuehai Pass behind him, Zheng Fan suddenly felt a little lost, lost in what he was actually busy with right now.

Although it was winter, the weather today was really nice. Having a picnic and riding horses with three or five good friends, and then trying out new acupuncture techniques with Fourth Niang afterwards;

Wasn't this life happy?

But occasional laziness could only serve as a seasoning in life, not the main course, because Zheng Fan knew that if he thought about letting the horses graze on Nanshan Mountain, fine, then his life would become like confinement, under the watch of the demon kings, all he would do every day would be cultivate, cultivate, and cultivate.

Right now, at least everyone still had a "dynasty battle" instance to run, which could divert a lot of energy from the past.

Thinking of this, Zheng Fan laughed to himself.

Looking up again, ahead, two figures on horseback could already be seen.

Perhaps it was because he had a guilty conscience, Zheng Fan only roughly glanced at the distant Gerimu, and focused more on the person carrying the barbarian banner beside Gerimu.

Yan had a national flag, the Black Dragon banner, with the general's flag underneath, but the barbarians obviously hadn't completed this aspect of integration, and basically every myriad household had its own tribal totem banner.

Gerimu was an outsider, so he didn't have a tribe he essentially belonged to, but wanting to make his family shine again on the snowfield, he also "designed" one for himself.

The banner was a falcon, red.

The person carrying the flag seemed unremarkable, but anyone could guess that everyone was limited to bringing only one follower, unless Gerimu thought he was Tian Wu Jing, he would definitely not randomly pick an ordinary barbarian warrior to bring.

"A bit familiar."

The Sword Saint said.

"Hmm?"

Zheng Fan's heart suddenly trembled.

He had a real expert on his side, could it be that the other side also brought one?

What General Zheng was most worried about at this time was that his side's beheading would fail, and instead, the other side would come to behead him.

But it seemed that Gerimu wouldn't be so stupid. If he was killed, it would definitely not be good news for the barbarians outside the city who wanted to attack Xuehai Pass. The Shengle Army inside would definitely defend the city more desperately.

If the chief general sent out for negotiations was killed, who would believe you? How could they possibly surrender?

Behind them was the snowfield, there was no retreat anyway, they would fight to the last man!

"Do you recognize him?"

Zheng Fan asked cautiously.

The Sword Saint shook his head slightly and said:

"I should have seen him before."

He had only seen him before, so he couldn't be considered acquainted, because the Sword Saint had seen too many people in his life.

When he used to practice martial arts and swordsmanship, he traveled all over the country to challenge people in order to improve;

After becoming famous, one was for fame, and the other was to go further, so naturally he challenged people even more unscrupulously.

Therefore, he must have seen many experts.

"Is it a big problem?"

Zheng Fan asked.

"It shouldn't be a problem." The Sword Saint replied, "If it was a big problem, I should recognize him, not just think I've seen him before."

Someone he had defeated was someone he had seen, and someone he thought was a bit interesting was someone he could consider acquaintance.

For example, the Sword Saint knew Li Liang Shen;

And another example,

The Sword Saint would definitely never forget a man named Tian Wu Jing in his life.

Hearing this, Zheng Fan felt much more at ease.

What was the most feared by a player with a cheat, wasn't it that the other player's cheat was more powerful than his own?

The two sides could already see each other from afar, Zheng Fan reined in his horse and waited.

It was better to steal a little more distance if he could, so that it would be easier for him to return to the city a few seconds earlier later.

On the other side, Gerimu looked like an honest person, continuing to ride his horse slowly towards this side with his flag bearer.

"The other side's flag bearer must also be extraordinary." Zheng Fan reminded.

"It doesn't matter."

The Sword Saint didn't care who the flag bearer beside Gerimu was. As a swordsman, striking at close range and against a single target, he had to have this kind of strong confidence.

"Why does the other side's commander look like a Jin person?"

Gerimu's appearance was indeed no different from that of a Jin person. It had only been three generations since his family had moved to the snowfield, and they had not yet had time to intermarry with the barbarians.

"Looks like a traitor."

The Sword Saint had never heard the word "traitor" before, but after chewing on it a little, he could understand it.

General Zheng knew what kind of people the Sword Saint, who had extremely correct values and a strong national concept, hated the most: the two-faced devils!

Therefore, the Sword Saint was willing to risk his life and single-handedly repel thousands of rebel soldiers to help Zheng Fan capture Fengxin City, just to kill Situ Yi.

General Zheng didn't forget to instill a little more murderous intent into the Sword Saint at this moment.

On the Xuehai Pass city wall,

Liang Cheng, Xue San, Fan Li, and A'Ming were all waiting and watching the situation there. Below, two hundred cavalry were also ready to rush out of the city gate at any time.

They weren't worried about the outcome of the negotiations, because the negotiations would inevitably break down and end in bloodshed. What they were worried about was the safety of their lord.

A'Ming took a sip of blood,

And said:

"Suddenly I thought of when the Ottoman Empire rose, it almost swept across Eastern Europe without an enemy. When it attempted to conquer Serbia, the Serbian nobles pretended to surrender and held a banquet for Murad I, and then assassinated Murad I at the banquet."

Hearing this, Xue San said:

"It's really a bit like now. The Serbians were also brave. Later, did they defeat the Ottomans?"

"They were defeated by the Ottomans and ruled for hundreds of years."

"..." Xue San.

Xue San punched A'Ming in the knee and said dissatisfied:

"You go drink your blood, what are you talking about!"

...

"Among the four great eastern countries, Jin no longer exists, but there are still many talented people from Jin, and that Sword Saint is one of them."

Gerimu said to his flag bearer Hashi as he rode his horse towards Zheng Fan, who was waiting there.

"So, is this why the King specifically recruited Jin people? But, Gerimu, you know that it is difficult for Jin people to stand out in the snowfield. Not all Jin people can be like you."

"But there are still too few outstanding people in the snowfield. If we want the Holy Clan to continue to prosper, we must absorb talents from all ethnic groups for our King to use."

"Hehe, I don't want to discuss this with you, because in my opinion, people who don't respect the stars are not on the same path as us."

"I don't believe you don't know who Sanghu's real identity is."

"..." Hashi.

"I don't believe in the stars, you know that too. The stars are for the warriors and tribesmen below to believe in, not for us. In the past, the Holy Clan kowtowed and worshiped the stars for hundreds of years, and we couldn't even touch the edge of Xuehai Pass. What use are these stars?"

"Gerimu, the Yan general is in front of you. Do you want to argue with me here first?"

You can't say that the stars are useless, although I don't really believe in the stars either, but I rely on the stars to make a living.

"Hahaha."

Gerimu laughed loudly,

And said:

"No, Hashi, what I mean is that after entering the pass this time, you should also have the opportunity to come into contact with other faiths and gods. We can certainly continue to worship the stars, but we can add some things to it so that more people can come and worship together."

"Is this your intention, or the King's intention?"

"It's my intention, and it's also the King's intention."

"I see."

"It's impossible to count on Sanghu to do things. Before long, the position of Grand High Priest will still be returned to you. All you need to do is dedicate your loyalty to the King."

"I will."

"This time, we still have to rely on you and the group of guides under you to put in more effort in attacking the city. You also know that the Holy Clan's warriors are not very good at attacking cities."

"If I had known, we shouldn't have stopped them when they wanted to destroy Xuehai Pass. If there was no Xuehai Pass, it would be much easier for us to go back."

"Yes, it would also be much easier for the Yan people to invade the snowfield."

"You..."

"Don't think that the Yan people are weak. In fact, although we defeated tens of thousands of Yan people in Wangjiang and drove them into the river to feed the turtles, that was only the Yan people's left flank, and the left flank was not considered the elite of the Yan people. The tens of thousands of cavalry that the Yan people's Southern Marquis brought into the snowfield last time were the Yan people's true elite cavalry.

Okay, we're very close. Hashi, give me the protection of the stars."

"Don't you not believe in the stars?"

"Now I believe."

Hashi began to chant a spell. On his body, a faint blue light began to appear and began to transfer and spread to Gerimu's body.

After the blessing of protection,

Hashi raised his head, looked ahead, and said confidently:

"In more than ten years, the only person who has been able to break through my protection alone is that Jin Sword Saint. No one else can do it."

"Hehe, alright, I, Gerimu, am not a Jin scholar who is powerless. This meeting is indeed to see the demeanor of this Yan general."

"Is this what you Jin people call cherishing each other?"

"I guess."

"That Yan general looks very ordinary, ordinary armor, an ordinary warhorse, and an ordinary knife. I wouldn't be mistaken, would I?"

"My falcon has confirmed that there is no mistake, it is him. There is also a saying among the Jin people: you can't judge a book by its cover."

"Eh?"

"What's wrong with you again?"

"Why do I feel that the flag bearer beside that Yan general looks a bit familiar?"

"Familiar?"

Hashi carried the flag in his right hand, turned his head, and looked at Gerimu,

And said:

"Gerimu, isn't it funny? The flag bearer on the other side looks a bit like Yu Huaping."

"..." Gerimu.

The next moment,

Gerimu directly turned his horse's head and galloped backward.

At the same time,

The Sword Saint beside Zheng Fan drew his sword.

Man and sword flew out together.

Immediately afterwards,

Hashi took the initiative to step forward and block the Sword Saint;

Then,

Zheng Fan pinched the magic pill in his left hand, turned his horse's head with the reins in his right hand, and ran wildly towards Xuehai Pass, shouting:

"Open the gate!"