After being divorced, my identity as a poet was exposed

"boom……!"

The old Taoist priest Qingyun, who still had an advanced level of skill, did not escape this kick!
This pair of big feet hit him right in the face, and he was kicked upwards and flew out.

"Poof!" With a sound, he fell into the snow several feet away.

At that moment, he forgot the severe pain on his face. He stood up without even looking at the woman. His legs were about to fly...

That foot is here again!

The old Taoist priest Qingyun was extremely desperate.

He waved the whisk in his hand and poured all his inner energy into the whisk!
He just wanted to block the kick and buy himself some time to escape, but...

Before he could swing his whisk, the foot landed on his face again!

That's the speed of a grandmaster!

He couldn't resist at all.

He was kicked out again, and this time, he failed to land.

He was lifted up by one hand.

Then, a heartbreaking pain suddenly came from Dantian.

The whisk in his hand fell to the ground.

"what……!"

His screams were earth-shattering!
Xie Erxi picked up an angry wind lamp that had not been extinguished from the ground and came to the old Taoist priest Qingyun who was curled up and rolling on the ground.

She knelt down and saw a bloody face.

She frowned slightly and muttered: "It's too cruel!"

"Fortunately, he's not dead."

"Hey, hey, do you understand Zhongyuan?"

The old Taoist priest Qingyun's martial arts had been abolished, and his originally rather contoured face was now almost a flat surface.

All he felt was pain.

The kind of pain that hurts to the core.

Xie Er's eyebrows were raised with joy and he said again:
"I forgot, these are barren people. If they don't understand the Central Plains dialect... then kill them!"

She stood up, raised another foot, and was about to stamp it down.

At this moment, the old Taoist priest Qingyun desperately opened his bloody eyes, and in his eyes... there was that big foot again!
"slow……!"

"I, I am from the Central Plains!"

He closed his eyes tightly.

Because that foot had blocked all light, he could already feel the bone-chilling cold coming from the sole of his foot.

He thought he was dead.

But the foot stopped just as it touched his face.

Then let go.

He opened a slit of his eyes and saw the faint light of the infuriating wind lamp again.

He suddenly discovered that the light was so warm and beautiful.

It makes him nostalgic.

Xie Erxi squatted down again: "Hey, why do you, a Central Plains man, associate with desert people?"

Without waiting for Old Taoist Qingyun to answer, she lifted Old Taoist Qingyun up, turned around, and looked at the battlefield where fierce fighting was still taking place.

One thousand cavalry is not too many, but it is not too few either.

Wang Zhenghaoxuan's knife had already been stained red with blood.

The hot blood flowed down the blade to the handle.

Slippery and sticky, not very comfortable.

But he was still swinging the knife, and his steps did not stop.

He had almost killed all 300 people in the Deserted Rear Army.

At this moment, three hundred people from the Chinese army were fighting with him.

There were also 300 people from the rear army... They rode horses and shot arrows at the 15 people at the rear of the battlefield and rushed over!

These fifteen people stood in a fan shape, and the one standing at the front was a man about thirty years old.

His name is Xie Hu!

He watched the charging cavalry fire their last arrows.

He didn't look at the arrow.

He slung the boxwood worker on his shoulder, turned and smiled at his uncles:
“The knife that has been sharpened for so many years, it’s time to take it out of its sheath!”

Everyone drew their bows and drew their swords.

The knife is not a long knife, nor a simple knife, nor a kitchen knife, but...a machete for chopping wood!

The enemy uses a long knife that is good for horse fighting!

Their angry wind lanterns were hung on the saddles. They bypassed the central army and charged towards the fifteen people from both wings! Xie Hu held the sword in both hands, his body slumped slightly, his eyes fixed on the desert cavalry getting closer and closer...

"Twenty feet!"

"Ten feet...!"

"Five feet...!"

"kill……!"

Following his loud roar, fifteen men carrying hatchets rushed towards the charging three hundred cavalry.

They were not riding horses.

There are only fifteen of them!
But the momentum of their charge... was even greater than the momentum of the desert cavalry!
Every step they took would make a dull sound as they stepped on the thick snow, causing the snow to fly all over the sky.

The dull footsteps were like beating war drums and like the ringing of a death knell.

"Qiang Qiang Qiang Qiang..."

The barren man's long sword connected with their short sword, and the battle became fierce in an instant.

The desert man is good at fighting and is not afraid of death!
Although Xie Hu's fifteen members are few, all of them have martial arts skills.

The more people on one side, the stronger the side.

Who knows who wins and who loses?
……

……

The deserted city.

Xiangfu.

There were many bright red lanterns hanging in the Prime Minister's Mansion, which swept away the coldness of the past. This night, the place became more lively than before.

Liang Manman was at the Prime Minister's Mansion with several girls from Peach Blossom Island.

They hung those lanterns.

This table of hot food and wine was also prepared by them.

Uncle Zhong was very happy when he sat at the table. The old face that was originally lifeless seemed to have regained a lot of life at this moment.

"After so many years...this is my first time to celebrate the New Year!"

Picking up the wine glass, Uncle Zhong looked at these young, beautiful, and energetic girls, "Thank you very much!"

"Although I am in a foreign country, this moment makes me feel like I have returned to the past."

"Come, come, I'll give you a glass of wine to express my gratitude."

Liang Manman and the others looked at this familiar but unfamiliar old man and raised their glasses, "I would also like to thank Zhong Xiang for taking care of me these days."

"This is what I should do. After all, I still feel sorry for you."

"Originally, I wanted to find a suitable opportunity to place you in Tianji Pavilion. In the blink of an eye, more than half a year has passed, and this matter has not been accomplished."

Liang Manman smiled slightly:
"Such a big thing is not easy to handle. Prime Minister Zhong doesn't have to worry about it anymore."

"We sisters have discussed carefully these days and plan to return to Ningguo after the New Year."

Uncle Zhong was slightly startled:
"Go back to Ningguo?"

"Yes, back to Ningguo."

"Why did you suddenly change your mind? Just because Xiaowan returned to Ning Country? She will come to Huang Country again!"

Liang Manman shook her head:
"She... I'm afraid she won't come to the wilderness again."

"We plan to go back to Ningguo not because of Xiaowan, but because we think we should go back. Go back... go back and take a look."

Uncle Zhong pondered for three breaths: "Look at him?"

"What's so good about him?"

Liang Manman sighed in her heart, "We are going back to Peach Blossom Island in Guangling City. The music scores left by the Shang family still need to be sorted out. There are so many peach trees on Peach Blossom Island that need to be cared for..."

"Actually, even if we enter Tianji Pavilion, we can't help him much."

"After much thought, it is better to go back and guard that island. After all, that island is our home."

Uncle Zhong's face darkened:
"Home... okay... okay..."

"I'm old and it's rare to be happy. Let's drink tonight... and talk about something happy, okay?"

Liang Manman looked at Uncle Zhong.

The old man who had the most power in the country seemed to have put down all his masks at this moment. He was no longer the all-powerful prime minister of the country, he was just an ordinary, pitiful, lonely old man.

He actually felt sad because he and his party wanted to leave...

"Prime Minister Zhong, I have always wanted to ask you a question."

"go ahead."

"Which country are you from?"

Uncle Zhong's hand holding the wine glass trembled slightly.

"I...Ning Ren!"

Liang Manman was shocked, "Well... Prime Minister Zhong is already old, why don't you come home with us, okay?" (End of Chapter)