The Yan army began to cross the river, with Zheng Fan's unit in the first batch. While Liang Cheng deployed scouts to expand the perimeter, he also reorganized his men for defense, and dispatched some to the crossing to dismantle houses and wooden planks.

Crossing the frozen river was still somewhat dangerous. Although the ice surface was relatively solid, there were too many troops to follow. To be on the safe side, they hurried to build a bridge first.

The vanguard's role was to pave the way through mountains and build bridges across rivers.

Under Liang Cheng's arrangement, everything was in order. Zheng Fan, however, led a few of his men to the spot where Yuan Zhenxing had died on the bank.

This guy's brain was a bit off. Not only did Zheng Fan think so, but even the demon kings had acknowledged it.

He clearly possessed decent strength, but all he did was break some ice, show off a few moves, and waste a tiny bit of Yan army arrows.

As for these arrows, the Yan army really didn't lack them. It was somewhat similar to the Japanese army constantly seizing Qing army supply depots after landing during the Sino-Japanese War. Since Li Fusheng's southward campaign began, he had never encountered a shortage of supplies. On the contrary, he often acted as a generous almsgiver because the troops couldn't carry so much.

When Zheng Fan arrived,

the little sword servant was exerting all his strength to drag his master's corpse away. Don't let his small stature fool you; he was quite strong.

After all, he was the type who could carry three swords on his back alone; he really had the strength of a tiger.

Yuan Zhenxing had been shot into a hedgehog. In fact, if this swordsman had hidden on the side and chosen to assassinate at night, or simply waited until after the army crossed the river to attack the crowd, he should have been able to inflict greater casualties.

But the awkward thing was, he didn't kill a single Yan soldier.

A'ming shook his head, took off his armor, and jumped into the frozen river.

Shortly,

A'ming surfaced, holding two swords in his hands.

No need to worry about A'ming freezing; have you ever seen a vampire freeze to death?

These two swords were previously left on the ice by Yuan Zhenxing. With Yuan Zhenxing's death, these two swords fell to the bottom of the river.

An excellent swordsman naturally uses good swords. Sometimes, the value of a sword is very similar to that of a cultural relic. An ordinary person's big gold chain and the emperor's spittoon,

which has a higher value?

Zheng Fan took one of them. Although he didn't play with swords, he could feel the sword's extraordinary nature. Zheng Fan really didn't know how to describe it specifically, but in a more down-to-earth way:

It's worth a lot of money!

Zheng Fan also took the other sword. This one was also good, and it had a coolness that was different from that caused by ice water, as if you could be stabbed by it if you weren't careful.

It was a pity that Zheng Fan wasn't a swordsman. Although in Zheng Fan's opinion, holding a sword looked cooler.

Throughout history, the main reason so many swordsmen initially chose to spend their lives with swords was because it looked cool.

"Keep them. Whoever wants to play with them can take them later, or you can give them away."

The swords were good swords, but Zheng Fan was mostly on horseback. Stabbing people with a sword while riding a horse wasn't as convenient as using a saber.

At this moment,

the little sword servant was still dragging Yuan Zhenxing's corpse, and from time to time, he would raise his head and secretly glance at Zheng Fan and the others, then continue to drag.

"Hey."

Zheng Fan called out to him.

Although it was Zheng Fan who had ordered the arrows to be fired at the little sword servant, Zheng Fan couldn't bring himself to order the little guy to be killed on the spot to eliminate the threat.

At the same time, he didn't think it was necessary.

The little sword servant raised his head, looked at Zheng Fan, and said very seriously:

"Those two swords are for you. I have to take my master's body away."

"What are you going to do with it?" Zheng Fan asked.

"Bury it."

As he spoke, the little sword servant took out the sword that Yuan Zhenxing was holding when he died, not to stab anyone, but to say:

"I have to sell this sword to buy a coffin for my master."

This kid was interesting.

"Don't bother. We'll bury him for you. Give me this sword too, okay?"

These three swords should be a set. When collecting things, it's best to have the complete set.

The little sword servant hesitated for a moment, nodded, and threw the sword in his hand at Zheng Fan's feet.

"Help me bury my master."

"A'li, find a coffin and help bury the man."

The ferry was a small town, and although the town was small, it had everything, including a coffin shop.

Fan Li nodded, walked over, picked up Yuan Zhenxing's body, and walked straight into the town.

Not long after, Fan Li came out with a coffin on his left shoulder. Yuan Zhenxing's body should have been placed inside.

"Where do you want to bury him?" Zheng Fan asked. "Do you want to choose a feng shui treasure land or something?" (feng shui: geomancy)

"Since Master died here, just bury him here," the little sword servant said.

"The riverside is prone to flooding in the summer; the coffin will be submerged," the blind man reminded.

"Master deserves it. He did this kind of thing because his brain was full of water. It's good to soak it after death."

"Alright, bury him here."

Zheng Fan nodded to Fan Li.

Fan Li responded, put down the coffin, and started digging a pit.

"What are you planning to do next?" Zheng Fan said, looking at the little sword servant.

The little sword servant didn't rush to answer but asked Zheng Fan:

"What's your name?"

"My name is Li Fusheng."

"Li Fusheng, I'll remember you!"

"And then?"

"Master said that I'm a natural sword embryo. When I go back and practice swordsmanship for twenty or thirty years, I'll come out and take revenge on you."

"Aren't you afraid that I'll kill you now so you won't have a future?"

"You won't."

"Why?"

"Because you're a hypocrite, a true petty man. If you kill me, you'll feel uneasy. People like you don't like to make themselves suffer."

"........" Zheng Fan.

The blind man revealed a smile at the corner of his mouth.

Killing this child would indeed make Zheng Fan uncomfortable.

But being told directly by this child made Zheng Fan even more uncomfortable.

But to be honest, Zheng Fan wasn't really afraid of this twenty or thirty-year appointment. Not to mention whether he could live safely for twenty or thirty years, but if he couldn't make something of himself after twenty or thirty years, then he might as well let this grown-up kid finish him off.

Fan Li dug the pit very quickly, and it was very deep, making Zheng Fan feel that if this guy was placed in later generations, he would definitely be popular with bosses on construction sites; he was almost a human excavator.

Immediately afterward, Fan Li put the coffin in and began to fill it with soil.

Soon, a very insincere grave was made. This grave was estimated to be submerged by the rising Bian River water next summer.

"Thank you, big fool."

The little sword servant bowed to Fan Li to express his gratitude.

Fan Li touched the helmet on his head in a somewhat silly manner, and then reached out and touched the little sword servant's head.

"My lord, this little girl is interesting," the blind man said.

Hearing this, the little sword servant was stunned.

Zheng Fan was also a little surprised and said, "It's a girl?"

"Yes, it's a girl."

Since the blind man said it was a girl, it was naturally a girl. Although this guy couldn't see, his mental power was like an X-ray. Whether it was a woman disguised as a man or a man dressed as a woman, some basic parts couldn't be concealed.

Immediately afterward,

the blind man faced the little sword servant and said:

"Do you think I'll kill you?"

Fear appeared in the little sword servant's eyes,

She nodded,

and said:

"You will."

The blind man nodded very satisfied, and then said:

"In that case, you should follow us."

"Give her to Si Niang?" Zheng Fan asked.

The blind man shook his head and said, "After all, she has a grudge against us. It's not appropriate to give her to Si Niang. It's better to keep her by our side for now. A natural sword embryo, although this subordinate doesn't know how to practice swordsmanship, I probably understand some of the ways of this world. The young ladies at Si Niang's place have to learn to disguise themselves from a young age, which can easily make the sword embryo dusty; that would be too regrettable."

As he spoke,

the blind man pointed at Fan Li,

and said:

"A'li, she'll follow you."

Fan Li nodded,

bent down, picked up the little sword servant, and placed her on his shoulders.

The little sword servant asked somewhat puzzled:

"You are my enemies; how dare you let me follow you?"

"Naive," the blind man said disdainfully.

At the same time, Fan Li turned his head and said to the little sword servant:

"Naive."

Then,

Fan Li reached out again and rubbed the little sword servant's head.

It seemed that from the beginning, Fan Li had a kind of affection for this little girl as if she were his younger sister.

You should know that although this big man is usually silly, his favorite thing to do is to use an ax to chop people into human sticks.

"........" The little sword servant.

"Make an agreement with you. In twenty years, we'll give you a chance to kill our lord, but in these twenty years, if you dare to have any thoughts or use any means, you won't have a chance to grow up."

The little sword servant pursed her lips, looked at the blind man, and said:

"I originally thought that my master's brain was full of water, but it turns out that your brains are also a bit waterlogged."

"Do you agree or not?" the blind man said.

"I agree. Only a fool wouldn't agree. You have to feed me and give me shelter!"

"It's not like we're short of that little money," Zheng Fan waved his hand nonchalantly.

Anyway, there's more than one filial son in Cui Liu Fort. It wouldn't hurt to add a little girl.

Seriously, if this little girl could really grow into a great swordsman in the future, this kind of nurturing feeling would be really nice, and she would also be a female sword immortal.

Think about it,

in the future, when he was old, with half of his hair white, sitting in a grand master's chair;

a female sword immortal with an extraordinary temperament, calling him foster father while biting her lip and struggling whether or not to kill him,

he would just sit there,

watching her walk toward him step by step with a sword,

watching her cry, watching the tears in her eyes,

and he would remain motionless, maintaining his dignity,

and roar at her:

What are you still hesitating about? Didn't you say you wanted to kill me!

Foster father,

Old thief,

Don't force me, don't force me!

Kill me, hurry up and do it, kill me!

Why don't you dodge, why don't you dodge!

Hey,

it has an artistic flair.

Just then,

a scout galloped back,

and shouted:

"The Qian army has been discovered twenty miles south!"

This shout dragged Zheng Shoubei out of his directing plot.

He glanced again at the little sword servant sitting on Fan Li's shoulders,

drew his saber, flipped onto his horse,

and shouted:

"Meet the enemy!"