Chapter 326: Not Xu, Name Knowing the Report

As if feeling the heaven and earth visions in the small courtyard, Chen Zhi Bao slowly opened his eyes, without the slightest awareness of being in danger, instead, he was quite leisurely to carefully survey up, full of pond lotus flowers, swaying.

This lotus flower, should be the visualization of the divine intention in Xu Fengnian’s heart.

The young feudal lord who once inherited Gao Shulu’s celestial physique, needed to use this kind of immortal’s handiwork that did not need to consume qi to meet the enemy, it seems that the battle of Longye’er plains had indeed injured the fundamentals.

Chen Zhi Bao’s line of sight crossed the lotus flower in front of him, and saw Xu Feng Nian hovering in front of the nine pocket flying swords, presumably fearing that this thunder pool could not trap himself, and needing to rely on these flying swords that also did not need to involve the operation of qi to guard against the plum wine in his hands to rise up and kill someone.

I don’t know whether these nine small objects, is rumored to be the gift of Peach Blossom Sword God Deng Tai’a, it is said that Deng Tai’a gave twelve handles in one breath at that time, after that Xu Fengyen lost each of them in the battle against the enemy cat Han Sheng Xuan outside of Divine Wushu City, as well as in the battle with Wang Xianzhi, could it be that it is not replenished for the sake of it?

Xu Fengnian’s face grew paler and paler, gazing down at that hovering nine flying swords in front of him, not Chen Zhi Bao guessed that it was gifted by Deng Tai’a, but requesting that Qingliang Mountain Mozi giant to build it, and ultimately raising the intention to become.

Peach Blossom Sword God once said that he forged the process of raising flying swords, Deng Tai’a since childhood grew up in the Wu Family Sword Mound that burial sword countless eerie sword mountain, pulled out the first ancient sword that is Tai’a, but Tai’a has long been decayed, pulled out that is broken, Deng Tai’a is still the name of the sword as their own names, and then after that successively hit with their own birth of a mysterious sense of the eleven swords, because of the hatred of his own as an outcast thrown in the mountain of the sword! Self-perpetuation of the Wu family, Deng Tai’a did not carry any of the ancient sword out of the mound, empty-handed and alone after leaving the sword mound, only to take twelve sword intent, and eventually cast twelve flying sword storage in a small box, respectively, is the Xuanjia green plum and bamboo, the morning dew and spring water peach blossom, moth-eyebrows Vermilion Bird Huangtong, ants gold strands of tooa.

When Xu Fengnian returned to Beiliang after the battle of Qintianjiao, he cast nine swords according to this method.

Fengdu, Old Jiao. These two swords are a pair, respectively, miss Fengdu green robe child, and the old man of sheepskin fur who once threatened on the river that “the only sword in life, where there is a jiao dragon to cut the jiao dragon”.

Dormouse. This name, the first time I heard, is to listen to the tide pavilion of the national master said with Xu Fengnian, is a kind of bookworm, rumored to prefer to live in the pile of old paper.

Water spirit. Because Xu Fengyen remembered the big soft-shelled turtle that had lived for an unknown number of years in Chunshen Lake before casting the sword.

Beautiful Beard. There used to be a stitcher in the Liyang court, he had a purple beard and blue eyes, he was late in life, although he was a great enemy of Northern Liang, but from Xu Snapdragon Li Yishan, to him, Xu Fengyen, all of them respected him from the bottom of their hearts.

Childish fun. I still remember the first time I traveled to North Mang, passing through the border of Youzhou inverted horse pass, there was a child who longed for the jianghu boldly stretched out his hand to him, saying that he wanted to touch Xu Fengyen’s saber.

Wild Fox. Once with orange Xu Beihao gossip, this strategist once joked that this new Liang king cultivated wild fox Zen, unorthodox, inevitably plagued by many disasters.

Sheep fat. It was Xu Fengnian who remembered the big maid of Wutong courtyard who preferred to apply scarlet rouge, not knowing if she was doing well in Dunhuang City, and not knowing if Huyan Daguan could successfully convince her to return to Beiliang and bring her back home this time when he went deep into the hinterland of North Mang.

Ants sink. Tree death is still fragrant. What about the death of a person? Xu Fengnian had traveled to many places, met many people, and seen many landscapes, but in the end, he still liked the barren, cold and bitter Beiliang the most, and liked this place where every household was once white and onyx.

Fengdu, ant sinking, moth-eaten fish, water spirit, old jiao, beautiful beard, childish fun, wild fox and sheep fat.

These nine flying swords, not only did Xu Fengyin only endow them with divine intent, they also hosted Xu Fengyin’s innermost essence at the same time.

Chen Zhi Bao squinted at those nine pocket flying swords with different divine meanings, just like looking at the life of this young feudal lord.

In fact Chen Zhi Bao had been watching with cold eyes like this for more than twenty years.

The first time he met Xu Fengnian, Chen Zhi Bao was still just a teenager who had just entered the full armor camp, less than fourteen years old, and at that time, his dream was that one day in the future, he would be able to wear iron armor and steer the world with a spear in his hand. When he carefully received the child lying in swaddling clothes from the hands of the princess, looking at the tender face, Chen Zhi Bao smiled happily at that time. Afterwards, the human butcher Xu Snapdragon helped the Liyang Zhao family to fix the Central Plains, the famous white soldier saint of the capital gave up the feudal lord, quietly followed the Xu family army to the northern Liang, especially in the Wangfei’s death, the man more and more silent, not far away from not close to, looking at that surname Xu’s teenage son, in the wutong courtyard of that acre and a third of the land of the wild, in the Qingliang mountain outside the idleness, the dashing of young son of the free, with the spring and autumn wars of the smoke and smoke, that young man’s life is too famous. That young man lived too infamous, and the Xu family old pawn died too unknown, forming a stark contrast, Chen Zhi Bao naturally will not have half a good feeling about such a young man, but to say that Chen Zhi Bao on the then Xu Fengyen early murderous intent, or to say that the Northern Liang secretly hidden anti-heart, both overestimated Xu Fengyen, but also underestimated the Chen Zhi Bao.

Because Chen Zhi Bao never regarded Xu Fengyen as an opponent with enough weight.

His rivals used to be only the Gun Immortal Wang Xiu in the jianghu, and only the Spring and Autumn Soldier Ye Bai Kui in the sand field.

Chen Zhi Bao suddenly shot out his spear like a dragon, one shot at Xu Feng Nian who had a courtyard full of lotus flowers and nine flying swords in front of him, with the momentum like the water of the Guangling River flowing into the sea.

Wherever the spear passed by, the lotus flowers that were nurtured by Xu Fengyen’s divine intent were shattered.

Xu Fengyen’s figure did not move at all, he only raised one hand, his index finger gently rotated, and nine flying swords flashed away, drawing nine slender trajectories in the air.

Flying swords and lance of nine impact sound, ding dong dong, crisp and pleasant, as if the house a pool of lotus wind whisked under the eaves of the wind bell.

Although the flying sword was small, its force was huge and powerful, so much so that Chen Zhi Bao’s plum wine shifted its straight trajectory several times before approaching Xu Fengyen’s throat.

In the nick of time when the spear was about to pierce his throat, Xu Fengyen tilted his head and bent his knees slightly, the tip of the plum wine wiped out a bloody groove on the left side of his neck, Xu Fengyen, who was leaning forward slightly, picked up the plum wine as if it was on one shoulder, and then violently dashed forward.

Chen Zhi Bao’s wrist fluttered, a shot of plum wine downward pressure, Xu Fengyen’s shoulder made a loud thud, but the forward momentum did not stagnate in the slightest.

Chen Zhi Bao wrist swayed to the right a little amplitude, smashed in Xu Fenian’s shoulder plum wine suddenly showed a sweeping trend.

Xu Fengyen, who continued to pounce forward, fell to the right side but did not fall, just dodging the plum wine that attempted to sweep down his head.

All of this was only in a split second.

The difference between life and death was a matter of millimeters.

Xu Fengyen raised his elbow against the plum wine, preventing the spear from changing moves, and slapped his palm at Chen Zhi Bao, who had left a large space in front of him.

Chen Zhi Bao looked like he was about to be bullied close to Xu Fengyen, but he did not withdraw his spear or change his stance by virtue of Mei Zi Jiu, he exchanged punches and palms with Xu Fengyen in a straightforward manner.

Xu Fengyen slapped his palm on Chen Zhi Bao’s forehead, Chen Zhi Bao smashed his fist on Xu Fengyen’s brow.

Two people body each swing, try to stabilize the body are never willing to retreat half a step, and then one person kicked out ferociously, still only seek offensive give up the defense of the jade and stone, this time the two people finally each back a few steps, and then almost at the same time stepped forward a few steps, and in the same way to raise the arm elbow and out, each smashed in the head of the two people left and right staggered apart.

Xu Fengyen and Tuoba Bodhisattva in the western region of the small town of the narrow alley of the battle, each only in the square inches between the rolling, abandon the pursuit of majestic momentum of the big open and close, but instead of the snail shell to do the dojo, the very show the return to basics of the style of the masters.

Today’s battle with Chen Zhi Bao small courtyard, can be said to have the same flavor.

After the two staggered to pull out a small distance, the original handheld plum wine Chen Zhi Bao may not have the advantage of the first hand, after all, plum wine is too long, just the shot of Chen Zhi Bao out of God’s magic, suddenly the hand of the heart of the virtual grip, the long gun slides back, plum wine in his hands after the grip tightened, it becomes as if a meet the enemy distance is just the right three-foot long sword, so the plum wine gun head than the palm of Xu Fengyen’s hand earlier than the hands of Xu Fengnian to get, although that rod plum wine gun tip Although the tip of the Plum Wine spear was not sharp, but after drawing on Xu Fenian’s heart, it instantly sent Xu Fenian, whose face was instantly snow white, flying backwards. Chen Zhi Bao, who had scored a hit, frowned for some reason.

Xu Fengyen’s arms were spread out, nine fingers were spread out, only one finger was left bent.

Xu Fengyen’s nine fingers were pulling the nine flying swords in the air again, under the pull of the nine swords, not only did the backward momentum suddenly stop, but also followed by the forward momentum as fast as thunder.

Xu Fengyen jumped up high and pressed down with a finger.

All the slightly shaking chi lotus flowers in the small courtyard dissipated, and the divine intent from all directions coalesced on one finger.

Li Chun Gang had handed out a sword on a muddy path in the rain back then.

A sword immortal kneeling.

Chen Zhi Bao raised his plum wine high and crossed his spear in front of him.

The plum wine was struck by a finger, the spear body bent out of an exaggerated arc, and the top of the arc smashed heavily on Chen Zhi Bao’s forehead.

This King of Shu was smashed so hard that his body fell backward until his back was pressed against the wall before he managed to stop his momentum.

After Xu Fengnian’s feet landed on the ground, he flatly said, “The blow you smacked me with for the 300,000 iron horsemen of Northern Liang, return it to you.”

Chen Zhi Bao forcibly swallowed the blood that was almost about to gush out of his throat and increased the force of his grip on the spear, which caused the plum wine in his hand to stop trembling violently.

Chen Zhi Bao pulled the corners of his mouth and looked around the room, the coffin inside the house, the jujube tree in the corner, those scattered jujubes on the ground, as well as those two handles of Embroidered Winter Spring Thunder that never came in handy, and then finally looked at the young feudal king who had been aggravated by this battle.

Chen Zhi Bao slowly took off his spearhead, walked into the house, put the two cuts of plum wine back into the cloth bag behind his back, walked straight towards the courtyard gate, stopped just when he was about to step out of the threshold, turned his back to Xu Feng Nian, and laughed coldly, “You don’t even dare to rebel, what kind of King of Beilang is that?!”

Xu Fengnian asked rhetorically, “Do you know why Xu Snapdragon is unwilling to let you be the King of Northern Liang?”

Chen Zhi Bao took a step out of the courtyard and dropped an inexplicable sentence, “We all know clearly that this matter has nothing to do with you.”

Xu Fengyen stood still, not stopping Chen Zhi Bao’s departure.

There are some things that are not a matter of dare or not, but lies in whether one can or wants to.

The two previously fought on the Guangling River, did not come to the point of exchanging lives, today is still the same, lies in both do not want to, at that time Xu Fengyen want to lead 10,000 Great Snow Dragon Riders to save Jiang Nai, and left the domain of the feudal lord Chen Zhi Bao want to take the chestnuts in the fire in the Guangling Road. Now, Xu Fengyen is going to lead the Northern Liang Iron Horsemen to block the Northern Mang’s millions of troops, while Chen Zhi Bao is probably a tiger out of the mountains, and is really starting to aspire to be in the world.

Chen Zhi Bao slowly walked on the empty streets of Huai Yang Pass, after walking out of the city gates, did not look at the thousands of elite border army iron horsemen outside the city with complicated eyes, but only said to the white fox face who entered the city with him earlier: “Are you going to Guangling Road with me, or are you staying in Bei Liang? Xie Guanying although dead, no matter how his original intention, after all, helped me capture a bowl of Shu Jiao, I am thinking of him that incense love, owe him, back to you is.”

White fox child face nodded: “Just want to go back to the hometown, with you on the way.”

Both are white, both are the most flirtatious person in the world.

Chu Lushan hesitated for a moment, still letting the side riders under his command leave them two Northern Liang war horses, and Chen Zhi Bao did not refuse.

Chu Lushan looked at the former Beiliang capital guard after that rolled over on the horse, did not have the good taste to say: “Surname Chen, you next time to come to Beiliang to stir up the wind and rain, will not have this treatment!”

Chen Zhi Bao, who was carrying two cloth bags of different sizes on his back, ignored this fat man’s threat and steered his horse away.

The two riders traveled farther and farther.

White Fox face suddenly asked: “Chen Zhi Bao, what do you really think? Why do you only have the intention to kill but not the heart to kill? If not for that, I would have definitely stopped you from entering Huaiyang Pass.”

Chen Zhi Bao was silent.

White Fox’s face violently pivoted her horse’s head and laughed to herself, “I almost forgot, wait a moment, I’ll go retrieve the twin swords.”

After Chen Zhi Bao slowly traveled forward for a while, he gently strangled the reins, glanced back at Huai Yang Pass, or rather looked away from the desolate Bei Liang Pass, and mumbled to himself, “There are some things that you, Xu Feng Nian, can’t do.”

There was a sentence that was not said, Chen Zhi Bao put it in the bottom of his heart.

But there are also some things that I, Chen Zhi Bao, cannot do.

Chen Zhi Bao looked at the sky, the corner of his mouth curled up, breaking the heart smile.

Can be able to do heart and liver, perhaps not only friends, enemies can also.

Although Chen Zhi Bao saw Xu Fengyen this time, there were reproaches and ridicule, but in the final analysis, the reason why Chen Zhi Bao did not have a killing heart for the time being, lies in that young man, there is a Chen Zhi Bao heart knows a clear bottom line.

Xu Fengyen’s heart, those words that were never put into his mouth, Chen Zhi Bao was actually not incomprehensible.

“Why do I not want to North Liang 300,000 iron horsemen, North Liang Senjiao millions of households of people, everyone will not die! Why don’t I want Beiliang civil officials and military generals everyone to be beautiful posthumously?”

“I don’t want the Beiliang iron horsemen to die a good death, I just want everyone to live, I hope the world is peaceful, I hope that Beiliang is the same as the Central Plains, no smoke, twenty years, one hundred years!”

“Why don’t I want the Qingliang Mountain Monument Forest to not engrave a name?”

Chen Zhi Bao retracted his thoughts, feeling a bit pitiful for Xu Feng Nian.

“Worthy of being his son, worthy of being the disciple that Li Yishan fell in love with, he has never had a real pain in his life.”

Chen Zhi Bao sighed for no reason.

He had come to Northern Liang on this trip, originally wanting to save Qi Dangguo.

He also wanted to go somewhere in Qingliang Mountain more than anything else to pay homage to that revered woman whom he had always considered his own mother.

Chen Zhi Bao smiled.

My name is not Xu.

I’m not Xu, but I can be called “Knowing the News”.

When White Fox face returned to that small courtyard, just in time to see that lone young feudal lord sitting on the steps, resting on the double sword, robe pocket a handful of half green half red dates, he whistled melodious whistle.

On seeing himself, he smiled and nodded.