Chapter 869 The Pinnacle Sword Duel!

The campfire crackled occasionally.

Zheng Fan sat on a flat rock, back straight, hands on his knees.

It wasn't that Zheng Fan still wanted to maintain his composure at this time, but for this fleeing team, he was now the mainstay of everyone else's belief.

It wasn't that he was afraid they would leave him, but that he hoped they would feel more comfortable when they saw him like this.

People living in this world have to wear a mask from time to time, and the original meaning of the mask is not for yourself, but to let others "see" you.

The attacks from the Qian people had never stopped, after all, this was the land of the Qian Kingdom, and the officials of the Qian Kingdom still possessed supreme authority at this time.

But Zheng Fan did not choose to flee all the way north or northeast, but chose to go west.

This was not to hide in plain sight, nor was it to deliberately play the game of walking a tightrope to find the feeling of a heartbeat, but had a specific plan.

The first was the group led by San'er and Chen Xiong, which had been sent out earlier. Most importantly, Chen Yang's group would also choose to go around here to the north after breaking through Shangjing City.

The initial plan was for Chen Yang's troops, who had just broken through Shangjing City, to act as bait, which could also be called a vehicle to attract hatred, so that the main force of the Qian army would pounce on them, thereby liberating Zheng Fan's side, who would be responsible for the reception.

It was just that Zheng Fan overestimated his position in the heart of that official, who was actually able to ignore everything in Shangjing City and only wanted to suffocate himself to death.

But in any case, at least he was free now.

When he set off from Nanmen Pass earlier, Zheng Fan had joked with the Blind man that the troops he brought out this time were not his direct descendants anyway, so as long as they were valuable, they could be lost.

In a sense, even if the 50,000 troops he brought into Qian this time were completely wiped out, and they traded it for Shangjing City and destroyed the central government of the Qian people, it would be worthwhile from a strategic point of view.

Don't look at the fact that the Qian people are still searching the mountains and seas for themselves with various troops. After a while, when the news of the fall of Shangjing City can no longer be concealed, and the side effects of the central vacuum begin to appear, the huge Qian Kingdom will soon fall into self-inflicted chaos.

It is true that the emperor is still there, but how can it be possible to manage such a big country by relying on the emperor alone?

Even the late Emperor of Yan, who used extremely cruel means to eradicate the power of the aristocratic families in the local area, basically let go of the rest in the court, except for the direct descendants of specific aristocratic families.

In other words, the current Qian Kingdom is just supported by a ball of false fire, and it will have to shrink back before long.

It is a pity that the Yan Kingdom is also exhausted. When going on expeditions, it has to rely on looting for supplies. The so-called "taking food from the enemy" seems dashing and shrewd, but it is difficult to ensure long-term sustainability. The safety of logistics is built on eggs.

But the current situation in Zhuxia, no matter what, is actually fine.

After the destruction of Jin, the only great powers in Zhuxia are Yan, Chu, and Qian.

After he made a surprise attack on Fan City, the Chu Kingdom was beaten back;

This time, after breaking Shangjing, the Qian people will also have to shrink back;

The so-called national power is difficult to measure with single and one-sided data. For those in high positions, there is actually a vague number in their hearts;

In this regard, it is similar to the Qi Refiners observing the celestial phenomena. It is mysterious and mysterious, and difficult to understand without the same height.

But at least,

The Yan Kingdom can finally ensure a breather.

Although there were twists and turns, although there were accidents, and even the plate was almost broken, the situation was finally preserved.

He himself can continue to build and manage in Jindong, and Ji Laoliu can also accumulate national strength in Yanjing. Similarly, in terms of development and recovery, the combination of Qian and Chu is really no match for the unity of Da Yan.

"Pa pa pa."

Zheng Fan patted his forehead lightly;

What's wrong with him,

He hasn't escaped the real danger yet, and maybe a Qian army will come out of the darkness at any time. He is actually sitting here facing a campfire, thinking about national affairs.

This is unimaginable for himself in the past.

When the two armies are not facing each other, even when he is running away, he has the mind to look at the scenery. When he stops, he can also think about the unborn children in the bellies of his two wives.

The somewhat damaged Black Dragon Flag was gently blown in the evening wind;

Zheng Fan turned his face and stared at the flag for a long time.

He shook his head.

After all, it's a little different.

The Sword Saint came over at this time and sat down beside Zheng Fan, saying:

"Baili Jian is here."

The Prince didn't shiver when he heard this name;

A scholar who has been away for three days must be looked at with new eyes;

Back then, under Shangjing City, when Baili Jian led his sister and brother to walk towards him, even though there were some guards around his devils, his heart still sank to the bottom.

Later, Zheng Fan had chatted with Si Niang in bed about that scene,

At that time, he was like a dog of the imperial court, while the Baili siblings were like chivalrous heroes acting on behalf of Heaven;

But now, he doesn't have that feeling anymore.

Because the former dog has become a king;

Why does the martial arts TV series always make people feel that the villain will do a lot of anti-intellectual actions? In fact, if the director did not forcibly create a "righteous" ending, the villain could easily play the so-called Jianghu children to death.

This even has nothing to do with how many soldiers and horses are guarding him now, and how many experts are blessing him;

His status is different, and his pattern is also different,

Even if he faces the Baili siblings alone,

The current Prince of Pingxi,

I'm afraid he can't do that kind of kneeling down and begging for mercy to survive.

In the past, hehe, there was really no psychological pressure.

"Is he nearby?" Zheng Fan asked.

The Sword Saint shook his head, "Still far away."

"How far?"

"It's hard to say, it's far anyway."

"You can know even if it's far away? Did you also secretly learn some magic like Old Tian?"

"It's not because of this, but because he and I are both standing on the peak of swordsmanship. Have you ever climbed a mountain?"

Zheng Fan raised his hand,

Said:

"Okay, I know what you mean. You and he are standing on the top of two mountains. All around are vast seas of clouds, shielding the other mountains. You are standing here and can see him standing opposite you, is that what you mean?"

"The description is very accurate."

"That's for sure."

"In short, he can sense me, and I can also sense him, unless the distance between us is really, really far. Of course, it's also because we have fought before and are familiar with each other's sword intent."

"Then what are you going to do?"

"You are running for your life now, so you can't let him catch up, because behind him, there may be a large army. I plan to lead him away."

"There may be a large army behind him?"

"Then I won't fight him. I can sense it, but it's vague. I guess it's dozens of miles away. It's not like he can accurately know which table I'm sitting at in the restaurant."

"Okay."

The Sword Saint nodded.

"You be careful, Lao Yu..." Zheng Fan reached out and patted the Sword Saint's shoulder, "No matter how big the false name is, it can't compare to the smell of your son's diaper."

"There's a picture again."

"Hehe."

"Don't worry, I may not have time to meet you. You go first, I will go back."

"Da Hu."

"Your subordinate is here!"

"This Prince orders you to follow your father now and lead away the pursuers for this Prince."

Liu Dahu was a little surprised. His first reaction was that the Prince asked his father to take him to escape first;

But he immediately realized that the Prince would not do such a procrastinating thing at this time.

He immediately took the order and said:

"Your subordinate obeys!"

The Sword Saint looked at his son and sighed involuntarily.

This kid of his is really a burden.

The Prince said; "Don't you take a look at how many flags you have set up before? Of course, I was also careless for a while, and I also helped you set one up, something about remembering to go home and see the children, damn it, bad luck."

"Heh..."

After getting along for a long time, the Sword Saint knew some of the "taboos" that this Prince and those "gentlemen" had.

"With your son by your side, you will restrain yourself a little, right?"

Liu Dahu is a burden, but Zheng Fan had to put one on the Sword Saint for insurance.

"I'm not who I used to be." The Sword Saint said.

"I'm just afraid that you will suddenly have a moment of youthful madness, Da Hu, take good care of your father."

"Your subordinate understands!"

The Sword Saint looked at his son, then looked at Chen Xianba, who was sitting on the side with his eyes closed, as if he was dozing off, and said:

"If you want to bring someone, you might as well bring him. This kid has a natural martial artist physique. In the way of martial arts, he is no less than my disciple in the way of swordsmanship. This kind of opportunity is rare. If you hone him once or twice, I dare not say how good he is at leading troops to fight, but there is a real hope that he will become the next Tian Wujing in martial arts."

Chen Xianba opened his eyes, looked at the Sword Saint, and then looked at his Prince.

The Prince looked at Liu Dahu and said:

"Your father is not targeting you, don't take it to heart."

Liu Dahu smiled honestly and nodded. The young man was honest and knew that he and Chen Xianba were really incomparable in talent.

"Da Hu is not a narrow-minded child." The Sword Saint said.

"You have to pay attention, in the future, when you are old and paralyzed in bed and incontinent, you will have to rely on him to take care of you."

"Heh."

"Xianba, don't take it with you. This is a hot-tempered person, I'm afraid it will ruin things."

When the Sword Saint heard this, he asked: "If you say that, aren't you afraid that he will choose to watch the fire from the other side when you are surrounded in the future?"

As soon as these words came out,

Chen Xianba was so frightened that he woke up directly from his doze,

And knelt on the ground.

The Prince waved his hand indifferently,

Said:

"Just this once, in the future, no one will ever want to make me so embarrassed again."

The Sword Saint stopped talking, took Long Yuan, turned and left, and Liu Dahu followed closely behind.

Watching the two fathers leave this simple temporary camp, Zheng Fan said to Chen Xianba:

"What are you still kneeling for? Get up."

"Yes."

Chen Xianba got up.

When he got up,

He suddenly heard the Prince muttering to himself:

"Will there really be such a day?"

"Thump!"

The young man, whose heart was higher than the sky and could chase Kunpeng, softened his knees again and knelt down.

...

One side was escaping, and the other was chasing.

The Prince was having a hard time escaping. The Pixiu under his crotch had played too excitedly on the day of the breakout, overdrawing himself, which led to some strain on his long-distance endurance in the following days;

But he was unwilling to lose his reputation in front of these red, white, black, and yellow horse brothers, and it was even more impossible to allow the Prince to ride those coquettish sluts;

Therefore, pain and sorrow could only be carried on by Pixiu alone.

The Qian people were actually having a hard time chasing. First, they did not expect that Prince Pingxi would not take the usual path. At first, everyone cast a net to the north;

But he just went west horizontally.

Furthermore, as they chased, they were worried that Prince Pingxi would simply come as a civilian in disguise. No one knew whether the target they were chasing was a cover.

After all, Prince Pingxi had played the same trick once when he robbed the princess in Chu.

The Qian Kingdom is very big, and the Qian Kingdom is very chaotic right now. If Prince Pingxi really travels alone in disguise, the Silver Armored Guards are not gods. Under the needle in a haystack, they can only rely on God's will.

But if God's will really stands on the side of Da Qian, how could the fire of Shangjing ignite.

But in any case, chasing must continue.

And outside this process of you running and me chasing,

There was also a small episode inserted.

Still one night after the separation,

By a river beach,

A woman was grilling fish there, and the fragrance was alluring.

And a man was sitting there, waiting for a feast.

Although it was summer, this river was quite deserted due to the relocation of the upstream channel, and the beach was quite large, but the river surface was quite insignificant.

Across the river,

A middle-aged man stood there with a small group of people, as if they had come after the fragrance.

The Sword Saint regretted a little and said: "If I had known that I was going to come out alone, I should have asked that Zheng fellow for some spices, otherwise we should be grilling fish now and tempting them to death."

Liu Dahu opened his mouth and said: "Dad, are you hungry? I still have steamed buns here."

"Put them away."

"Huh?"

"They are eating grilled fish, and you are holding a steamed bun, it's embarrassing."

"Oh, yes, Dad."

The two sides had naturally seen each other long ago. For the existence of their realm, their eyes were actually a bit dispensable.

Baili Jian raised his hand,

And shouted;

"Lao Yu, have some together?"

"No, you added too much spice, it's not suitable for children to eat."

"Hehe."

Baili Jian waved his hand, and two skewers of grilled fish flew off the grill and crossed the river.

The Sword Saint's fingertips pulled back, and the two grilled fish fell straight into Liu Dahu's arms.

"Oh oh oh, it's so hot, Dad."

The Sword Saint raised his neck,

And regretted again why he didn't insist on bringing Chen Xianba that night.

It's not dislike, nor comparison. After leaving the Jianghu for so long, it is inevitable that there will be a little ripple in the mood when seeing old friends in the Jianghu again.

Obviously, swords and spears are the most practical,

But why are the young heroes and heroines in the Jianghu so obsessed with wearing swords on their bodies.

Among the former Four Great Swordsmen, Li Liang Shen was in the military, so he could be left aside;

Which of the remaining Baili Jian and the Sword Master of Chu was not the master of the "Sword Immortal" temperament?

Even the former Sword Saint of Jin, before entering Shengle City, was accustomed to wearing white clothes and his long hair dancing with the sword tassels.

What is the picture,

Essentially, there is no difference from those gangsters who bully the market on the street,

What is wanted is that scene, is that style!

Perhaps sensing what his master was thinking, Long Yuan also trembled slightly at this time.

That was a period when it was infinitely beautiful. Many young swordsmen in the Jianghu did not hesitate to spend a lot of money to buy a sword imitated from it.

It's just a pity that later, the scenery was no longer there. The former self, who used to come and go like the wind, could only be a carrying pole and a fire tongs. Occasionally, if he wanted to see blood, he could only talk to pigs.

Liu Dahu was burned by the grilled fish,

But Da Hu is a polite child,

When you get something from others, you should be grateful:

"Thank you, Brother Baili!"

Baili Jian on the other side raised his eyebrows slightly.

The Sword Saint felt a sense of "a promising son can be taught."

"Yo, your son?"

"Yes."

"What's his name?"

"Da Hu."

"What's his surname?"

Liu Dahu answered first: "Yu, the national surname of Da Jin!"

"Hahaha." Baili Jian laughed and skipped this topic, "Lao Yu, you have made me suffer so much. The sword in front of Xuehai Pass cut down thousands of riders, directly making my retreat under Shangjing City at the time useless.

Not kind, not kind."

"The incident was urgent at the time, and it was also a coincidence. You also know that there were not a thousand."

"What does it matter whether you know it or not?"

"Didn't expect that Brother Baili still harbors resentment?"

"Alas, how can people escape a false name in this world? It would be fine if they had always been like old men in the mountains. After all, they have roamed, drifted, and seen the Jianghu. How can they let go of their hearts when they are suddenly compared to be full of holes?"

"Shangjing has been broken, don't you want to go back and take a look, but instead you want to save face here?"

"Look at what you said, what does it matter to me whether Shangjing City is broken or not? After I protected Zang Fuzi into Yanjing that year, I realized one thing. The Jianghu is just a lake. The temple is deep. Just take a look, but don't really get involved."

"I agree."

"After all, we haven't seen each other for a long time. This is a rare opportunity. We have to talk to each other;

Alas,

Among the former Four Great Swordsmen, I was actually the most talented."

"Yes." The Sword Saint admitted.

"But, you did open the Second Grade first."

"What about you?" The Sword Saint asked.

Baili Jian spread out his palm,

A cyan light emerged;

"Fortunately, I have been by the official's side for a long time, and I have finally borrowed a trace of the dragon's aura and national luck. I can barely explore half of my head into the threshold of the Second Grade."

"Hehe." The Sword Saint smiled, "In the backyard of the Prince of Pingxi's mansion in Jindong, there are some monsters and beasts who are doing the same thing as you."

Baili Jian was not angry,

Said:

"Everything is inseparable from its origin, the same principle. We are swordsmen, and our physique is a little fragile, but we are not as durable as those martial artists. Shouldn't we take some cleverness?"

The Sword Saint also spread out his palm,

Long Yuan flew out and circled around his body;

"Since we haven't seen each other for a long time, how about a few moves?" The Sword Saint said.

"That's what it should be." Baili Jian said, pointing to the other side, "It's too deserted with just the two of us. My sister's swordsmanship is sparse, so I won't show it in front of Brother Yu."

As soon as the words fell,

A long-haired man walked out of the shadows on the other side;

The man was wearing a long-sleeved wide robe, with long sideburns and some white frost. His face was full of arrogance.

Chu people's clothes, Chu people's hair style.

When he spread out his hands,

When seven famous swords in the world swept out from behind him, his identity was self-evident.

In this world, only the Sword Master can shake off famous swords like this!

The Sword Master said:

"Brother Yu should have noticed that I was coming too, why did you come out alone?"

The Sword Saint lied to Zheng Fan,

What he sensed was not only Baili Jian, but actually two people.

What he said to the Prince earlier was just an excuse;

Only when two of the Four Great Swordsmen appear is it worth the Sword Saint to personally lead them away.

"Is this finally going to happen?" The Sword Saint looked at the Sword Master.

The Sword Master nodded and said: "Prince Pingxi took my grandfather's head, national hatred can be put aside, but this family hatred is really unbearable."

The Sword Saint nodded.

The Sword Master asked: "You said you would come, why did you bring your son? Are you going to have someone collect your body after you die?"

Baili Jian smiled and said: "Brother Yu, don't worry. Since that child said his surname is Yu, we are not so tasteless. Adults' affairs do not involve children."

"Da Hu, thank the two uncles quickly."

Liu Dahu instinctively wanted to resist, but unfortunately, his father's prestige was deep, and he knew that he was just a nobody in the current situation.

"Thank you, two uncles."

"Good boy."

"Good child."

The Sword Saint laughed loudly,

Said;

"Da Hu, start digging a hole now."

"Dad?"

Liu Dahu looked at his father in astonishment.

The next moment,

The Sword Saint's aura burst out suddenly, and the fallen leaves on the ground, along with the river surface, stirred up;

His voice also resounded like a bell:

"Dig two!"

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Thank you everyone for pushing "The Descent of Magic" to the top ten. I feel a little guilty. I didn't have any trouble writing today, but it was just a little slow.

There will be only one update today, and I will try to write more tomorrow.

I'm shamelessly asking for monthly tickets again, hugging everyone!

I recommend two books from friends, "Hello, 1983" by Hidden Walker: My relatives, my partners, my hometown, everything has changed because of me...

One is by the self-proclaimed handsome man - An Zhi's "Gaoyang": When he was one year old, a sword light fell from the sky in a dream and cut away half of his soul. Later, he went to study psychological medicine and knew that it should be called "second personality"...