Chapter 178 Another Slumber

Another sleep,
Another early wake,
Another waking up without lingering in bed,
Another sitting at the desk,
Another writing out "Her face is like the flower, her dress like clouds,"
Another pondering what the next line should be.

Tomorrow is the princess's grand wedding. Zheng Bo'ye felt that he should probably change the poem he was copying.

It is said that one hates to have read too little only when it is time to use the knowledge, and indeed it is so.

Putting down his brush, Zheng Bo'ye went to fetch water to wash up.

As he went out with the washbasin, he saw the sword-maker sitting in the courtyard.

The sword-maker sat on the ground, carving a wooden sword in his hand.

Zheng Fan had seen the Sword Saint carve wooden sword toys for children, and the swordsman used Longyuan while carving, which could be described as doing a very childish thing with an extremely solemn attitude.

The sword-maker used an ordinary carving knife, and his expression was relaxed and natural, but it gave people the feeling of doing a very solemn thing with an extremely childish attitude.

Even now, Zheng Bo'ye couldn't be sure whether the sword-maker could fight or not.

Last night, he also specifically asked the princess about this matter.

The princess's answer was very direct, that is, they didn't know either.

Then, the princess added that her royal brother probably didn't know either, because her royal brother had never reduced the defense around him every time he went out with the sword-maker.

Therefore, whether the sword-maker could fight or not was a mystery that even the Chu royal family had not been able to figure out.

The sword-maker looked up, noticed Zheng Bo'ye holding the basin over there, and smiled:

"Mr. Su is up quite early."

Zheng Fan nodded and said, "When I followed my master, I got used to going to bed early and getting up early."

"Oh? I heard that Master Yao likes good poetry, good wine, and beautiful scenery. Can he also go to bed early and get up early?

In this world,

people who go to bed early and get up early are roughly divided into two types.

One type of person works at sunrise and rests at sunset, working hard for a bite to eat, unable to stop;

The other type of person is old and can't work anymore, so they can only rest.

Master Yao doesn't belong to either of these two types of people. He has long escaped the level of working hard for food, but he doesn't think he has reached the time when he can only rest. And this kind of person finds it most difficult to go to bed early and get up early."

Zheng Fan responded:

"My master likes to get up early."

"Why?"

"My master said that only the morning sun can allow him to once again comprehend the strength of a pillar reaching the sky."

The sword-maker smiled and said:

"That's really Master Yao's style."

When people get old, they can't keep their backs straight at all times, so they can only use the power of the morning to reminisce about their youthful years.

Zheng Fan put down the washbasin and walked to the sword-maker.

The sword-maker put his hands on his side and said:

"If Mr. Su wants to say something or ask something, he can speak frankly."

"This junior has always had a doubt in his heart."

"Please, speak freely."

"The martial world is rumored, saying whether you can fight or not."

"You want to ask me for the answer?"

"Yes."

"Want to know the answer?"

"Yes."

"Tell me, if just anyone went to the Peach Blossom Dock winery and asked the owner for his wine-making recipe, would he give it?"

"Of course he wouldn't."

"Yes, so I certainly won't answer either. If I answer, how will I make a living in the future?"

Zheng Bo'ye asked again: "But if forced with weapons, this junior thinks that the winery owner would still be pragmatic."

The sword-maker pointed to Zheng Fan and said:

"Does Mr. Su have a knife on him?"

Zheng Fan shook his head.

"When Mr. Su brings a knife next time and puts it on my neck, I will tell you the answer."

"What are you chatting about?"

The Regent walked out.

"Greetings, Your Majesty." Zheng Fan saluted the Regent.

"Talking about Chen Bo."

The sword-maker replied.

The Regent didn't understand for a moment and said, "Who is Chen Bo?"

The sword-maker said: "I heard Mr. Su say that Chen Bo is a servant of Master Yao's family who makes a good soup. Master Yao likes this very much and gets up early every day to wait for Chen Bo."

"Master Yao likes good food very much. If so, then when I have the opportunity in the future, I must also taste..."

The sword-maker immediately interrupted and said: "Alas, this morning, I want to eat noodles."

"Then go down yourself."

"That's what I intend to do."

Then,

The sword-maker looked at Zheng Fan and said, "Mr. Su, come and eat noodles together later."

"Thank you, sir."

…

The sword-maker cooked scallion noodles.

The noodles are fragrant, the soup is fresh, and the ingredients are simple, but they are extremely refined.

Zheng Fan, after washing up, sat down. There were four bowls of noodles on the table, three large bowls and one small bowl.

The princess also got up and sat at the table, eating the small bowl.

Three men, three large bowls.

The Regent pointed to his bowl and said, "Why are there so few scallions in mine?"

Among the four bowls, the bowl in front of the Regent had the fewest scallions.

The sword-maker said, "You have to go to court, so I'm afraid it will stink up people."

"I'm not going to court today."

"But you still have to see people."

The Regent nodded helplessly when he heard this.

The sword-maker got up, took out a small jar, and used a small spoon to add lard to everyone's bowls.

The white lard, when mixed with the noodles, completely stimulated the fragrance.

Everyone started to eat.

The noodles were indeed delicious. In this world, anything that could make Zheng Bo'ye, who was never tired of fine food, find delicious must be top-notch.

The princess's bowl was small, so she ate the fastest. She put down her chopsticks and looked at the three men still eating noodles at the table and said:

"Since I was little, I have liked eating Du Gu-gege's noodles. I'm afraid it will be difficult to eat them in the future."

The sword-maker did not think so and said:

"It's not difficult. Noodles are not difficult to make. As long as you put your heart into it, let your consort make them for you to eat in the future if you want to."

"Pfft..."

Zheng Bo'ye choked,

Immediately lowered his head, covered his face, and began to cough, because a noodle came out of his nostril.

After finally taking care of it, Zheng Bo'ye raised his head again and said somewhat awkwardly:

"Really delicious, really delicious, ate too fast, haha."

…

After eating breakfast,

Originally,

Zheng Bo'ye thought it would be another ordinary day like yesterday.

Everything was only for the arrangements for the grand wedding tomorrow.

Zheng Bo'ye believed that Si Niang and Xue San and Fan Zhengwen would come up with an even better plan based on Plan A.

This made Zheng Bo'ye himself look forward to it.

As the leading actor,

he was actually looking forward to the premiere.

However, Zheng Bo'ye was wrong. After breakfast, the Regent mounted his horse and asked Zheng Fan:

"Mr. Su, I intend to go out hunting. The capital governor's hunting poem that Master Yao sent earlier is deeply loved by me. I wonder if Mr. Su has the interest to go with me today?"

When a monarch asks you if you are willing, you actually don't have a second option.

"I dare not disobey!"

…

According to legend, when Yao Zizhan first took office as the capital governor of the three borders of Da Qian, he led a team out hunting. The generals of the towns, armies, and fortresses all followed, and all the personal soldiers came out, which can be described as unparalleled in the limelight for a time.

This was not purely for fun, but deliberately used this method to declare the unity of the three borders of the Qian Kingdom to the outside world. Coupled with the capital governor's hunting poem, it can be described as raising the effect to the highest level.

And this time,

The hunting of the Great Chu Regent made Zheng Fan feel that it was not like a routine, but like a trap.

Chen Daxia was also called, so four people rode out of the royal villa.

Zheng Bo'ye paid special attention and found that the Imperial Forbidden Army did not follow. It was really just four people who went out.

However, not long after leaving the royal villa, everyone dismounted. The old coachman and carriage he had seen before were parked there.

Everyone dismounted and got into the carriage.

Everything was no different from when they came, and the seats were the same.

But,

who goes hunting in a carriage?

The carriage swayed and traveled on the road.

Gradually,

the road disappeared,

and began to become rugged,

and the carriage also bumped accordingly.

The Regent sitting in the carriage said: "A road should be built here."

The sword-maker, who was leaning against the car wall with his eyes closed, nodded.

Zheng Fan lifted the curtain and looked out the window. Outside was a desolate scene, and ahead was a frozen river.

Finally,

the carriage stopped,

and the bumping also ended.

The old coachman said:

"Your Majesty, we have arrived."

The Regent got out of the carriage first, then the sword-maker, then Chen Daxia, and finally Zheng Fan.

After getting down, Zheng Bo'ye subconsciously stretched and pinched his crotch.

The Regent looked at Zheng Fan and said, "Mr. Su has worked hard. The road is indeed difficult to walk."

Zheng Fan smiled and shook his head and said, "Your Majesty doesn't have to be like this. There was originally no road in this world. If more people walk on it, there will be a road."

The sword-maker took a deep breath. He obviously loved this sentence.

The Regent pointed to the front. There was a dilapidated inn by the frozen river, and there was a small ferry next to the inn.

"This sentence can also be used as a toast. When I clear out the inn and catch a fish, I will drink with Mr. Su."

The confused Zheng Bo'ye silently took a half step back and cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Then,

The Regent faced the dilapidated inn,

and said;

"I have arrived."

"Creak..."

The door of the inn

slowly opened.

A man in black robes walked out from inside. The man's face was somewhat vicissitudes, but his gestures revealed a hint of frivolousness.

The man sat down on a stone pier at the entrance of the inn,

and shouted:

"Fourth brother, the last time I heard the word 'I', our father was still alive."

This man was surprisingly the Fifth Prince of Chu, Xiong Tingshan.

Why is the Regent still the Regent? Why has he defeated and captured most of his brothers, and recruited and won over most of the Chu nobles, but still has not ascended the throne?

After all, people who can sit in the position of Regent generally don't like this position.

And the reason

lies in the Fifth Prince of Chu in front of him, whom he has not yet captured.

From the time when Marquis Chu led a group of followers into Chu, the fighting between the Chu people and the Mountain Yue tribes has never stopped.

Perhaps the Mountain Yue tribes are indeed no match for the barbarians, but the tenacity of the Mountain Yue people is still very headache. After the Mountain Yue people, who were initially victorious, could no longer compete with the Chu people on the frontal battlefield, they began to hide in the mountainous and low-lying areas and used the environment to continue to resist.

This makes the cost of suppressing them very high, and at the same time, they are prone to make a comeback.

But the Chu people do have wisdom. To be precise, the three marquises who were qualified to receive the order of the Emperor of Da Xia to open up the border for Da Xia and drive away the barbarians, they themselves and their descendants, have indeed done a good job.

One generation of Chu emperors, in order to deal with this situation, disintegrated the Mountain Yue people's aggregation and tribal model, first used a way of showing goodwill to win over the Mountain Yue tribes, and then changed the organizational model of those tribes, so as to carry out top-down reforms, which is actually a kind of "changing the local customs" in this world.

At the same time, the cultural invasion is also gradually intensifying. The Chu people's romance and the Chu people's aesthetics are not really just for the sake of romance, but a kind of cultural identity is being shaped.

On the one hand, they continued to carry out military encirclement and suppression, on the other hand, they changed the local customs, and on the other hand, they carried out cultural invasion of the obedient Mountain Yue tribes, allowing their young chiefs and nobles to go to the Chu capital Yingdu to study and live. After many combined punches, the Mountain Yue tribes can be described as going from bad to worse. After a hundred years, except for some unstable areas, and there are still a few hard bones that need to be gnawed and ground, the Mountain Yue people in the Chu Kingdom can no longer stir up any waves. Even many Mountain Yue people now think they are Chu people.

And the Fifth Prince of Chu, Xiong Tingshan, was dispatched by the Chu Emperor fifteen years ago, when he was twenty years old, to govern Wutong County in the northwest of Daze.

Wutong County corresponds to one of the last few hard bones of the Mountain Yue in the Chu Kingdom, and it can even be said to be the hardest bone.

But Xiong Tingshan is very resourceful and capable. He does not have the airs of a prince. On the one hand, he has a good relationship with the garrison in Wutong County. On the other hand, he is also brothers with the tribal chiefs of the Mountain Yue people there. Later, he even married a girl from the Mountain Yue tribe and regarded her as his wife.

The hardest bone of the Great Chu was softened by him. The details of this matter would take three days and three nights to finish. In short, Xiong Tingshan spent fifteen years integrating Wutong County and the surrounding Mountain Yue tribes centered on Wutong County. He transformed himself into a link, bound them together, and made great contributions to the stability of the Great Chu.

If the Chu Emperor died normally, the position of the Crown Prince was clear, and there was no outbreak of a dispute between the princes, and the Great Chu continued to move forward steadily, then hundreds of years or even thousands of years later, there might be a statue of Xiong Tingshan in Wutong County, and he would be hailed as a symbol of ethnic harmony, much more powerful than Princess Wencheng.

But the problem is,

because of the Chu Emperor's sudden death,

the chariot of the Great Chu was out of control after all.

The Regent regained control of the reins of this chariot, but his fifth brother, if he didn't nod, the Regent didn't dare to ascend the throne.

Everyone is a prince,

who doesn't want to sit in that position?

Why should you sit there instead of me?

The Regent really didn't care much about the other brothers. Some of them were controlled and supported by the great nobles behind them to be puppets, and some of them fancifully thought that they could gather forces by raising a banner. It was not difficult to deal with them.

But his fifth brother is different.

Not to mention that the 100,000 Wutong County soldiers all listened to him, if he was willing, he could immediately summon dozens of Mountain Yue tribes to send young adults from their tribes to help him fight for the world with a wave of his arm.

Starting from this, it may even trigger uprisings of the Mountain Yue people in many areas of the Chu Kingdom.

The Regent did not doubt that he had the strength to quell the rebellion. He had the support of the great nobles, the court, and the Imperial Forbidden Army. If he couldn't win like this, then there was no need for him to sit on the throne, and he didn't have the face to sit on it.

But the problem is that once this situation occurs, it will be a huge internal consumption of the Great Chu itself, and it may be protracted.

Today's Great Chu, there are Yan people in the north watching covetously, sharpening their knives, and there are Qian people in the west sharpening their swords and preparing their troops. Can Great Chu still afford it?

"Fourth brother, it's been a few years since our brothers have seen each other. The last time we met was at our father's birthday. I brought my wife to Yingdu to celebrate our father's birthday."

The Regent nodded and said, "It's been a long time."

"At that time, because I married a Mountain Yue woman as my wife, my father didn't want to see me, and he didn't want to see my two children. It was you, fourth brother, who spoke and arranged it, so that our father finally agreed to see our family and let our family enter the palace to see it.

Fourth brother, you don't know, I've been telling my wife for many years about the magnificence of my Great Chu Palace. My two children also grew up listening to it. If I hadn't been able to enter the palace that time, I, as a husband and a father, would have lost a lot of face, hahaha."

Zheng Bo'ye looked at this scene and finally came to his senses and understood the situation at this time.

So, the Regent came here this time to "clean up the house."

But why did he bring himself here?

Xiong Tingshan sighed and continued:

"My mother was born as a maid. She was favored by my father because he was drunk that year. Her status was humble, so I have always been disliked by my father. He always felt that I had stained the Fire Phoenix bloodline. Therefore, when I had just become an adult, my father sent me to Wutong County, intending to let me live or die on my own. If I died, my father could still use his son's death to set an example for the Chu people.

Fortunately, I have a hard life. I didn't die. The miasma and poisonous insects in Wutong County couldn't kill me.

Maybe, this is what the old people often say, a humble life is easier to raise."

The Regent looked at the fifth and said:

"I don't actually regard those few as my brothers, but I have always regarded you as my brother. Being my brother doesn't depend on your mother's family background, but on your ability. Those few wastes have now been arrested by me and locked in the water prison."

"Hahahaha."

Xiong Tingshan laughed very happily while patting his thigh.

The two brothers, separated by a long distance, seemed to be reminiscing about the past, but everyone knew that the real show was yet to come.

Xiong Tingshan's laughter gradually subsided. He looked at the Regent and said:

"Yingdu is in your hands, fourth brother, the clan is in your hands, the shamans also support you, fourth brother, and most of the great nobles of my Great Chu have also recognized you.

Fourth brother, why haven't you ascended the throne yet?"

"Because there is still you."

"Fourth brother's words are so straightforward? It makes it very difficult for me to answer. I can't just take a knife now and cut my neck in front of you, fourth brother, can I?"

The Regent shook his head, "If you die like this, my sister-in-law will be angry, the soldiers of Wutong County will be angry, the Mountain Yue people there will be angry, the Yan people will be very happy, and finally, I will be angry too."

Xiong Tingshan scratched his head and said, "That's right, if I die, the relatives will be saddened and the enemies will be happy. It's too worthless."

After a pause,

the Fifth Prince said again:

"It's just that you have so many things to do, fourth brother, that even dying has to be done in a different way, which is really too difficult for me, but I believe that you have already designed the ending for me, right?

My fourth brother, you are the best at calculating, otherwise, how could the eldest, second, and third brothers have just launched their attacks, and before they could even warm their butts on the seat, they were overthrown by you, fourth brother?

It's a pity that our father left too early and too suddenly. If our father had arranged everything behind him, how much more worry would it have saved?"

The Regent nodded and said:

"If our father had held on for another half a year, I could have arranged his affairs for him."

"Fourth brother, you should have said that earlier, hahaha, I am also very dissatisfied with our old man. The day I heard the news of his death, I was so happy that I drank three jars of wine."

"Tell me what you want." The Regent said.

"Wutong County, to be established as a fiefdom."

The Regent spread his hands and said: "Now, what is the difference between Wutong County and a fiefdom?"

"A clear decree."

The Regent shook his head,

"Impossible."

"Then there is nothing to talk about, fourth brother?"

"The Yan Emperor is trampling down the aristocratic families there. My Great Chu has to issue a clear decree to establish a fiefdom. This is too stupid, and I will not do it."

"I also know that you will not agree, fourth brother, so, how about listening to my thoughts?"

"Agreed."

"The Imperial Forbidden Army didn't come, did they?"

"Within a radius of twenty miles, there is not a single soldier."

"Fourth brother, you are doing things so meticulously."

Xiong Tingshan clapped his hands,

Inside the inn, an old man in fish skin walked out. The old man held a harpoon and had unusually large feet.

"Mountain Yue tribe, Meng Kui, greetings to the Great Chu Regent."

The old man saluted the Regent.

The next moment,

the coachman who had been driving the carriage earlier came down and stood in front of the Regent, cupping his fists and saying:

"Hong Menyang, greetings to the Fifth Prince."

"Master Hong is driving the carriage. My fourth brother is really showing off,"

Hong Menyang, a third-rank boxer, whose Open Mountain Fist skills once shocked the martial world. Later, he was recruited by the court and entered the palace to become a martial arts instructor for the princes.

Xiong Tingshan stood up and cupped his fists at Hong Menyang:

"Little Wu, greetings, Master Hong."

Hong Menyang stroked his beard and smiled, but his eyes quickly fell on the Mountain Yue old man.

At this moment,

a middle-aged man with a knife walked out of the inn again. The man had a square face, and there was not a single hair on his face, cleaner than a monk.

"Wu Junqing, greetings to the Great Chu Regent."

Zheng Bo'ye, who was standing in the distance, looked at Chen Daxia standing next to him and asked:

"A knife practitioner?"

Chen Daxia nodded and said: "The world's knife sects are divided into seven families. Wu Junqing is the sect leader of the Broken Knife Sect."

"Sounds so chuuni," Zheng Bo'ye commented, but because he also played with knives, Zheng Bo'ye continued, "How powerful is he?"

"Among the world's weapons, the sword is the most respected, but truly powerful knife holders are not necessarily worse than swordsmen."

"So..."

Zheng Bo'ye looked at the sword-maker sitting on the side.

The sword-maker was sitting there picking his ears. Seeing Zheng Fan looking at him, he asked somewhat suspiciously:

"Why is Mr. Su looking at me?"

Huh?

Shouldn't you go up?

"Buzz!"

A sound of breaking through the air came, and a girl in a floral dress appeared. The girl was holding a handful of flowers, red and beautiful. After appearing, she stood there eating the flowers while giggling.

"Who is this?" Zheng Fan asked.

Chen Daxia shook his head, "I don't know."

"Aren't you from the martial world?"

The sword-maker said; "Xi Nianzhuang Qin Yuеyuе, likes to eat flowers, flowers soaked in human blood."

Then she should have a lot in common with A Ming.

Soon,

another man walked out of the inn. The man was not tall, but he was sturdy, wearing leather armor and holding double hammers.

After the man walked to the front, he struck his double hammers together,

and said:

"Wutong County Military Advisor Mo Xilai, see Your Majesty, long live my King!"

Zheng Fan looked at the sword-maker again,

This time,

it's your turn, right?

Who knew that a man with a spear walked out of the forest behind him. He was a very simple man, with nothing special in terms of appearance or temperament.

Xiong Tingshan directly pointed to the man with the spear and said: "Fourth brother, didn't you say that there are no soldiers nearby? Why is Commander Liang here?"

The man with the spear heard this and cupped his hands and said:

"To let the Fifth Prince know, this sinner killed a Yamen servant of the Du Gu family on the street last month and has been deprived of his official position by Your Majesty."

"This is also okay?" Xiong Tingshan was a little unconvinced.

Liang Yuе nodded and said: "Of course."

"Mo Xilai, what do you think?" Xiong Tingshan asked the short man.

Mo Xilai licked his lips and said: "I have long heard of the prestige of the Liang family's spear, and it has been passed down from generation to generation as the Imperial Forbidden Army's spear art instructor. Your Highness, I accept it!"

Xiong Tingshan nodded, not intending to pursue it, but still silently unbuttoned his robe, revealing the skin on his chest, and shouted:

"Fourth brother, I also want to go down and play. I know that Mr. Du Gu is also following you. Let him come over to me. Hahahaha, the whole martial world wants to know whether our Great Chu sword-maker can fight or not. Is he really just a reputation? You should also want to know, fourth brother. Today, I will reveal the truth to you."

Zheng Fan looked at the sword-maker again,

The sword-maker was a little angry and said to Zheng Fan: "Following the crowd?"

"This junior also wants to know."

"Heh."

The Regent did not call the sword-maker to fight, but took the initiative to step forward and faced his fifth brother and said:

"Fifth brother, it's been a long time since our brothers have sparred."

"Brother, do you know? When Master Hong taught us boxing skills when we were young, every time I competed with my brothers, I didn't dare to use my full strength, because I was afraid of hurting you and making my mother's life in the palace even more difficult.

Brother, you are a person who sits in the temple. Even if your rank is high, I have been fighting in the water villages of Wutong County."

The Regent shook his head and said:

"It doesn't matter. This time, you don't have to hold back."

At this time, the Mountain Yuе old man said: "Fifth Prince, how do you calculate the victory or defeat for four people?"

Xiong Tingshan said: "What my fourth brother and I do doesn't count. The throne of Great Chu does not need a martial artist who can only fight to sit on it."

The Mountain Yue old man heard this and seemed a little dissatisfied, but finally nodded and chose to agree.

Zheng Fan saw the sword-maker take out two gourds. After pulling out the stoppers, he found that they were not wine, but fruit juice. He immediately took the initiative to go over and sat on the ground.

The sword-maker gave Zheng Fan a helpless look and threw a gourd to Zheng Fan.

Zheng Fan reached out and caught it, took a sip, and found that the taste was really good. It was different from fruit juice. It was not very sweet or sour, but after taking a sip, he immediately wanted to take a second sip.

"What is this?" Zheng Fan asked.

"Is it delicious?"

"It's delicious."

"It's delicious, so why ask so much? If you want to drink it next time, exchange a poem for a pot."

"Okay." Zheng Bo'ye really didn't feel bad about copying poems. After returning, it would not be a problem to find the blind man and copy a "Three Hundred Tang Poems".

"But the signature must be mine."

"This..."

The sword-maker took a sip of his own gourd and whispered:

"That's how I exchanged it with Yu Huaping back then, but it wasn't with this gourd, it was with a sword."

The martial world rumors that because the sword-maker gave the Longyuan he personally forged to the Sword Saint, the Sword Saint helped him promote his fame in return.

Zheng Bo'ye pointed to the front and said, "Is this going to be a martial arts competition?"

"It's so obvious, does Mr. Su still need to ask?"

"No, this junior just thinks, thinks that this seems a bit too childish."

"Oh? In Mr. Su's opinion, it's solemn if the two sides add up hundreds of thousands of troops and fight for two years to determine the winner?"

"This junior doesn't mean that."

"Isn't that almost what it means? They are all Chu princes. Why make it too stiff?

Look, that Mountain Yuе old man represents the attitude of the Mountain Yuе tribe in Wutong County. The Broken Knife Sect is a local famous sect in Wutong County. Wu Junqing represents the local attitude of Wutong County; Mo Xilai comes from the Wutong County army. He represents the attitude of the 100,000 troops in Wutong County.

The three major forces in Wutong County are all present. After this battle, everyone can be said to be convinced. No matter what the result is, they can pinch their noses and admit it.

Isn't it much better than hundreds of thousands of troops fighting each other until the sky is dark and the earth is bloody?"

"Indeed."

"Heh."

…

Hong Menyang cupped his fists and said, "Please!"

The Mountain Yuе old man nodded, took a half step back, raised his harpoon, and shouted, "Come!"

Beside them,

Qin Yuеyuе stuffed a few more petals into her mouth, chewing while asking, "I heard that the meat on you knife practitioners is smelly, and the blood is also smelly, right?"

Wu Junqing drew his knife,

and said:

"The girl can come and try."

Among weapons, the sword is the most respected. Looking down on knife practitioners is an unwritten chain of contempt in the martial world.

Therefore, almost every knife practitioner, when walking on the road and seeing a swordsman passing by, will first send them off with a disdainful look and then spit at their backs.

Zheng Bo'ye also used a knife, so he was very upset with that Qin Yuеyuе.

The problem is that Qin Yuеyuе doesn't use a sword!

Xi Nianzhuang seems to be a martial arts sect, but it is actually a department of the Phoenix Nest, where some prisoners with sensitive identities are imprisoned and interrogated under torture.

Qin Yuеyuе likes to eat petals soaked in human blood because she doesn't lack the raw material of blood there. This is like A Ming always looking forward to war, because he doesn't lack fresh blood sources during war and can also pick and choose after the war.

Liang Yuе held his spear horizontally, and Mo Xilai raised his double hammers. They were both from the military and had no Jianghu habits. They just went straight to it.

So,

next,

Zheng Bo'ye and the sword-maker sat side by side there, watching the battle between the three pairs of strong men.

Hong Menyang's fist wind was rigid, and the fist gang released could suppress the old man's fine iron harpoon. From the beginning, he had the upper hand, and the old man could only parry.

On the other side, Qin Yuеyuе's weapon was a wolfskin whip. When danced, it would fly sand and rocks, forming its own pattern. Wu Junqing could only keep roaming around the periphery, looking for opportunities.

And on Liang Yuе and Mo Xilai's side, it was a bit one-sided. Mo Xilai had already lost one of his big hammers.

Zheng Bo'ye also practiced martial arts, so he understood why the gap between Liang Yuе and Mo Xilai was so big. Maybe there was not much difference in their realm, but Liang Yuе was a teacher, and what he usually studied was spear skills. Mo Xilai was a military advisor, and what he was good at should be battlefield fighting.

On the battlefield, who would have a civilized one-on-one fight with you? People in battlefields are often accustomed to the simplest and most direct tactics. If there is an opportunity, they will kill the enemy with one knife. If there is no opportunity, they will quickly distance themselves to prevent people next to them from attacking them.

Overall, except for Qin Yuеyuе, who was still evenly matched, the victory on the other two sides had already tilted.

"It's not fair," Chen Daxia said.

He felt that this kind of confrontation was very unfair. Chen Daxia was an honest man, and what he thought in his heart, he actually said out loud.

Zheng Fan said:

"Even on the battlefield, Wutong County, with just one county, resisting the entire Chu Kingdom is the same situation."

The sword-maker couldn't help but say, "Mr. Su has such insights, which surprises me a bit."

Zheng Fan smiled.

The sword-maker took another sip of the fruit juice in his gourd and said, "Actually, the situation has been decided. Everyone is just going through the motions."

This was a lie, a lie to forcibly smooth things over to this outsider, but Zheng Bo'ye didn't expose it.

Xiong Tingshan and the Regent hadn't started fighting yet, but the situation in the battle over there had already emerged.

The Fifth Prince smiled bitterly and said:

"Fourth brother deserves to be the Great Chu Regent. There are so many masters under his command."

"Comparing this is originally my advantage over you, fourth brother."

As the current supreme ruler of Chu, naturally a lot of masters would be willing to work for him. On this point, Xiong Tingshan, who only had Wutong County as his backing, was completely incomparable.

Xiong Tingshan lowered his body and said: "Fourth brother, are we still going to fight?"

The Regent spread his arms, pulled up his sleeves, and revealed the Fire Phoenix mark.

The mark began to glow, and then a phantom of flame appeared from behind the Regent.

Zheng Bo'ye's eyes widened immediately, because this scene gave Zheng Bo'ye a very familiar feeling. This was also the first time he had seen someone in this world other than himself who could drive a soul body for his own use.

The magic pill is a soul body, so the Regent is actually taking the same path as himself.

Xiong Tingshan saw this scene and said:

"So, bloodlines are indeed divided into high and low."

Royal children can get the Fire Phoenix essence blood into their bodies, and then attract monsters from Daze to follow them. Xiong Liqing's green python came this way, and it was already considered a monster of extremely good quality. After all, since Marquis Chu opened the border, it was not only the Mountain Yue people who