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Chapter 272: Fateful Appointment, Heart-to-Heart Talk

The whale fisherman looked at Jiang Su, burped, and then laughed:
"sure."

The silver-haired girl had a calm look in her eyes.

Old Master Siming grinned, with a little cold sweat on his forehead.

No, fishing, you must not lose connection at this time.

If you agree, you will have no daughter.

The whale fisherman sat against the red pillar of the pavilion, holding a wine cup, and said, "Ying State is a great country in the world, and the wife of the Ying State's prince is considered to be well-dressed and well-fed. Why can't I agree to it?"

"But there is only one thing I need your help with, God of War."

Jiang Su said: "What?"

The whale fisherman said calmly, "Thank you. Please come over here, His Majesty the Emperor of Ying State, and then get through me." He pointed to his crotch, a smile appeared on his face, and said, "If you can imitate the dog's bark a few more times, I can consider it."

Jiang Su's expression froze slightly, and he said, "My friend must be joking."

The whale fisherman sneered: "You were the one who joked with me first."

He tilted his neck and said, "My daughter has already said that she has no father or mother, what can I say? Besides, who she wants to marry or follow has nothing to do with me. It's her who wants to follow, not me who wants to marry."

"And you're asking me? What's the point of asking me? Her legs and feet are on her body."

"What? If I agree, I will marry your prince? No, no, no, it has to be your prince who marries me."

The beggar who had traveled all over the country since he was a child glanced at Jiang Su and grinned:
"Yo yo yo?"

"Why, does your prince sell hooks?"

Jiang Su's forehead twitched. The beggar's mouth was really stinky. He ignored the other words of the martial arts legend and just said lightly: "Since ancient times, the king and his subjects are fathers and sons."

"Parents' orders and matchmaker's words are the orthodoxy."

"You are her father, so he will listen to you."

The whale fisherman stretched out his fingers to pick his ears and said, "I am just a beggar. I don't know your rules. I gave birth to her because I was drugged. The woman didn't ask me when she drugged me, and she didn't ask her when we gave birth to the child."

The silver-haired man lowered his eyes: "When she did that to that child."

"I never asked her if she was willing."

"At this point, you want me to just say one word and marry her off to that thirty-something old man. What do you mean?"

There was already some anger under Jiang Su's brow.

"When you are thirty, it is the time for heroes to strive for success!"

The whale fisherman laughed out loud: "Being a crown prince for thirty years is nothing but a hero. His father is still a hero. If your crown prince who is over thirty years old is considered a hero, then that brat Li Guanyi was made a marquis at the age of sixteen, and he was a marquis for military merit. Isn't he unrivaled in the world?"

Jiang Su hasn't said anything yet.

The whale fisherman's face changed drastically and he spat.

It is a habit of people in the market that if they say something unlucky, they must spit it out.

Jiang Su frowned slightly, then slowly relaxed: "So that's how it is. It seems that the whale fisherman has also found a good husband. Why didn't you tell me earlier? Now that you bring this up, it's my fault. Come on."

Jiang Su raised a glass of wine, and said calmly:

"Then I wish those two children a long and happy life together."

Old Siming couldn't help but gasp.

Then he glanced at the frozen whale fisherman.

Old Siming looked at the silver-haired girl over there and found that she didn't show any ripples at all because of these words. He was slightly startled, and suddenly remembered something, and a look of pity appeared on his face.

The whale fisherman had already overturned the table in anger, shouting:

"grass!"

"Jiang Su, you old thing, if you can't speak, shut up!"

No matter how well-mannered the God of War Jiang Su was, he was a little angry at this moment.

He originally came here to be gentle and slow, to make an invitation, and if it didn't work out, to congratulate him openly. However, the whale fisherman was arrogant, and finally ignited Jiang Su's anger. The military god sneered:
"Whales are a very hot topic."

The whale fisherman sneered, "Then let's try it?"

The moment the voice came out, a hand had already grabbed the whale fisherman's face.

The whale fisherman's internal energy suddenly surged, and then he was crushed to pieces.

The God of War Jiang Su grabbed the whale fisherman's face and directly knocked down the pavilion and rockery next to him, then pressed his body down. At the same time, the vitality within a radius of several miles was directly suppressed, and the formations on the whale fisherman's body gradually appeared and broke layer by layer.

The god of war Jiang Su pulled the whale fisherman and just pressed him down.

The earth burst open.

The whale fisherman's head was smashed directly into the ground.

There was a suppressed cold murderous aura in Jiang Su's eyes. The earth shattered layer by layer, and the body of the whale fisherman he caught scattered and turned into breath. When they reunited with the formation, there was an obvious scratch on the right cheek of the silver-haired man.

The whale fisherman raised his hand and wiped his cheek, his eyes sharp.

Jiang Su stood up, calmly, and opened his hands.

God of War Jiang Su.

Before the Sword Maniac, there were four great legends.

The strongest individual being, with unrivaled physique, its killing power and defense are both the best among the four legendary ones.

Only the sword of a sword madman who does not seek immortality can break his body.

The whale fisherman said, "The military god Jiang Su is unique in the world, quite interesting."

Jiang Su calmly replied: "Now I am the second best in the world."

Jiang Su looked at his palm, which had black marks as if it had been struck by lightning. He exclaimed in amazement, "It is really interesting that you can quickly construct a formation when you are being attacked by me."

"The best in formation, that's not false."

"I'll give you seven breaths to form the formation."

"You are the leader of the art of formation. If you don't form a large formation, you are no match for me. But if I give you one or two hours, I'm afraid I will also be unable to move forward."

Jiang Su casually picked up the wine pot, then raised his hand and a divine spear appeared in his hand. He casually inserted it into the ground, tilted his head back to drink, and said calmly: "Let me see if there is any stronger method."

The whale fisherman laughed heartily: "I don't even need to form a battle formation to fight you."

Jiang Su smiled and said, "Young man, that's interesting."

The spear instantly pierced through the void and appeared in front of the whale fisherman.

The formation appeared and the spear was moved.

Jiang Su appeared in front of the whale fisherman and punched out with just one punch. A sound like a dragon's roar exploded. In an instant, countless formations appeared and then disappeared one after another. Sudden battles were not what the whale fisherman was good at.

But this time it was not a life-and-death fight, and he also used the formation to block it.

"It can't be performed here."

Jiang Su said: "I haven't taken action for a long time. Before fighting with Murong Longtu, I have to get into better shape. I don't know why you feel so bad, hahahaha, it looks like it's Li Guanyi?"

The whale fisherman sneered, "It's your prince who sells hooks."

Jiang Su shook his head and swept out with his spear.

The clouds in the sky were torn apart directly.

The vast sky is peaceful.

The two figures could no longer be seen.

Old Master Siming looked up and murmured, "It's all over now. When will we be able to fight?"

The silver-haired girl shook her head: "Who will win?"

Siming replied, "It's a tie."

"If they have to fight, the odds are probably 60:40, or 70:30. If it comes to a single fight, the God of War is stronger than the fisherman, and only inferior to the old sword maniac. This is because the God of War devotes a large part of his energy to the army."

"The fact that Murong Longtu was looking for Jiang Su that day speaks volumes."

"Only Jiang Su was qualified to stand in front of Murong Longtu on that day."

"Only Jiang Su can force Murong Longtu to abandon the Xuanbing after using it."

“Only Jiang Su can bring such oppression to Murong Longtu.”

"Then let Murong Longtu take that step completely."

"Others, Dao Zong has strong internal strength, a strong Yuan Shen, ethereal means, and is supreme in terms of Taoism, but if they fight, they will definitely not be the opponent of Jiang Su, the strongest in the military strategists; your father... cough cough."

"The one who fishes, I mean."

"The formations are varied. Given enough time, it might even be possible to reproduce about 80% of the sword intent of the sword maniac and the murderous aura of the god of war. However, the battle of martial arts legends will not give him enough time to prepare."

"Plus, he is still young after all. He became a martial arts legend at the age of 40, and now he is only in his 50s. He looks like a young man. His internal strength, body movements, and martial arts cannot compare with the sword maniac and the military god."

"It's just that the formation is unpredictable, and it's hard to say who will win."

"Anyone can win, and anyone can lose."

"But don't worry, this is based on the fact that they are bloodthirsty."

Siming said: "Now that the sword maniacs are inviting them, they all have the pride of warriors."

"I'm just trying it out. As long as we don't get really angry, it will probably be a draw after a few hundred rounds... Wait, the fisherman won't get really angry, right?!"

Old Siming’s scalp felt numb.

The military god Jiang Susu is known for his elegance of speech.

But this time, he always stepped on the fisherman's weak spot.

It was like dancing the Hu Xuan dance on the fisherman's vital points.

The fisherman was a beggar who hated nobles the most. He had a bad temper and was extremely arrogant. For a moment, Old Siming thought that the two of them would just get angry and start fighting without caring about anything.

The silver-haired girl shook her head and turned away. Old Siming scratched his head and said, "Do you know what marriage and matching represent?"

The silver-haired girl replied: "I can understand it, but I can't empathize with it."

The girl's voice was calm and without ripples.

Old Siming grinned, thinking that as expected, after this child was born, his biological mother used him as a sacrifice and carrier when he was one or two years old, hoping to use the power of Dharma and secret teachings to create a power that has or is close to the so-called legendary level.

Even if he and the whale fisherman went to fight and break the formation, they could still bring the child out.

But the emotional dynamics have also been stripped away.

It is similar to the second stage of the Taoist state of forgetting emotions.

The strongest talent of thaumaturgy comes from this.

Only by stripping away emotions can you observe everything calmly and rationally.

Old Siming didn't know why the gentle and affectionate woman from the Western Regions could be so cruel. He once saw her, who was as big as Yaoguang at that time, dancing barefoot on a drum and chanting the Lotus Sutra.

She at that time and the later leader of the Demon Sect were almost two different people.

It’s just that Sima Ming has seen too much.

Heroes become tyrants, tyrants fall and rise again, small people collapse and die, or in the blood, leopards become dragons, gentle people become cold and fierce, sincerity becomes hypocritical, the troubled times in the world are like a big dye shop, which is worse than absurdity.

The old man touched Yaoguang's silver hair and just sighed. He didn't know whether the girl's amazing talent and beauty was a good thing or a bad thing. She would not live long. Along the way, he wanted to arouse Yaoguang's emotions, but it was difficult.

Even when Yaoguang looked at Li Guanyi, there was no outward emotion.

Judging from Guan Yicheng’s first encounter.

Yaoguang's reaction to Li Guanyi.

It was a reaction disguised as calmness based on the "First Generation Yaoguang Manual".

The Western Regions, the Western Regions, where Li Guanyi will go next. If Yaoguang wants to go there, it may be a trouble, because the Demon Sect has a close connection with the Western Regions.

He turned his head to look in the direction where the whale fisherman left.

If the whale fisherman knew that Yaoguang was going to the Western Regions.

This martial arts legend will definitely be furious. There is no reason to guard against thieves for a thousand days. Even if the whale fishermen protect them, they may not be able to be completely safe. The safest choice is to stay away from the source of danger, but Yaoguang is afraid that she will not leave Li Guanyi.

Old Siming started to have a headache when he thought about what would happen then.

What should I do at this time?

Of course, just forget about it!

Throw it to Qin Wuhou when the time comes.

He asked casually, "What would you do if that fisherman had betrothed you to the son of the Emperor of Ying?"

The silver-haired girl's voice was silent: "Run."

Siming said: "Run away..."

Yes, Yaoguang didn’t have much emotion left, but her mind was clear.

He stared at the silver-haired girl in front of him and said, "You don't have much martial arts skills. There must be people with witchcraft skills in the palace. It will be difficult for you to escape."

The silver-haired girl walked past Siming calmly.

"I'm not alone."

She pointed at the high wall in front of her and replied, "If this is the wall of the imperial palace, then if I jump down from here, Li Guanyi will definitely be below, waiting for me outside."

Yaoguang struggled to climb up the high wall.

The wall blocked off the inside and outside, as well as the worldly world and the locked-up scenery of the south of the Yangtze River. The wall was more than ten feet high. Yaoguang sat on it, wearing an astrologer's robe with her hood drawn tight.

As the girl climbed up, the sound of horse hooves was heard.

"Hmm? Yaoguang?"

The silver-haired girl raised her head, and a warhorse that was eight feet tall and almost as tall as a dragon was walking towards her. The young man Qin Wuhou, wearing court robes, was riding the dragon horse. When the wind blew, his eyebrows slightly raised. The young man riding the horse and the girl were sitting on the wall.

Li Guanyi had a look of astonishment on his face.

After he came out of the palace, he did not take a carriage but chose a war horse. He wanted to go back quickly, but he could not gallop on the horse, so he had to walk slowly along the road, and here was a royal garden he passed by.

Yaoguang stood up, looked at him, staggered, and then spread her arms.

Jump down from this very high wall.

Li Guanyi stretched out his hand and held the girl in his arms. His hood rose and fell, and silver hair passed in front of his eyes. Siming was still worried and climbed up directly on the black tortoise image, but saw this scene.

In the city under the sunshine in late summer, the lazy and hot smell faded away, the clouds in the distance slowly rolled up, the silver-haired girl's hood fell down, and she jumped down without hesitation, her expression calm.

The silver-haired girl did not answer Siming. When Li Guanyi asked her what she was doing here, the girl blinked her eyes and did not say what she saw and heard. She just said in a calm voice: "I'm waiting for you."

"Huh? I didn't say I was coming back from here?"

"Because I'm an astrologer."

"Are there any stars to see during the day?"

The silver-haired girl clenched her fist and hit Li Guanyi lightly.

Li Guanyi smiled freely and easily.

He let Yaoguang sit in front of the warhorse, said hello to Siming, and walked along the way. Siming leaned his arm on the wall, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Oh, that's how it is."

"Yes, without hesitation."

"There shouldn't be anything like this in the First Generation Yaoguang Handbook."

"Master, I must have misjudged you."

"Did the fisherman and I really destroy the Demon Sect's inheritance formation, or... did Yaoguang's mother deliberately retain a part of her daughter's consciousness in the inheritance formation?"

Siming frowned slightly, as if thinking about something.

The Western Regions...

That place is a bit too big and too desolate, I don’t want to go there.

But the old man stepped on the black turtle, and the black turtle became angry and dispersed and turned into vital energy.

The old man let out a scream and sat down with a thud!

Then there was another scream.

His face turned pale on the spot, and he kept gasping for breath, but he found that the atmosphere around him suddenly became extremely stiff. He raised his head and saw that the guards wearing armor and holding spears surrounded him.

The old man squatting there grinned and said, "I say."

"I'm here to take a shit, do you believe it?"

The leader of the guards smiled and said, "Pull one up for me to see?"

Siming: “…………”

"I am Si Wei from the academy. Have you ever heard of my name?!"

The leader of the guards sneered: "Nai Gong has never heard of it!"

"about."

"Catch him for me!!!"

When Li Guanyi and Yaoguang went back together, the people around them all had strange expressions. Li Guanyi jumped off the horse, then stretched out his hand. Yaoguang took his arm and jumped off the horse as well. The soldiers of the Qilin Army took the horse away.

Li Guanyi changed out of his solemn yet heavy court robes into a simple and plain outfit, holding the Chixiao sword. The Chixiao sword was obedient and did not make a single sword sound along the way.

It was like a stray cat that quietly got on the car and then tried hard to hold its breath.

Try your best to shrink your body into the shadow.

Then he didn't make any sound, as if he was afraid of being discovered and put down.

Li Guanyi drew out the Chixiao Sword. This magic weapon was extremely sharp and hard, and had the characteristics of Longyuan Sword Qi. Holding this sword would be helpful in fighting. Li Guanyi's fingers brushed across the sword body, and finally he put the sword away and wore it on the side of his waist.

The Scarlet Sky Sword made a clear sound.

Then he took the initiative to touch and hit the Qiu Shui dagger that Li Guanyi wore on his waist.

A smug look.

Ling Pingyang looked hesitant and said to Li Guan: "My lord, this, this..."

When Li Guan saw Ling Pingyang's hesitation, he said:

"Pingyang, what's wrong?"

Ling Pingyang organized his thoughts, and finally gave a bitter smile and said, "Well, I'm not good at words, so please come and take a look." He led Li Guanyi inside and suddenly smelled a burst of alcohol.

Li Guan was stunned and saw Wen He drinking tea at the table.

And a young man slumped beside him.

The young man looked gentle and peaceful, with a mixture of alcohol and a light fragrance on his body.

Li Guan was stunned and said, "Mr. Wen He, this is..."

Wen He said, "Oh, isn't this someone the Lord knows?"

He smiled carefreely and said, "It's my fault for not explaining it clearly. This person is called Wen Lingjun. After the lord occupied Jiangnan, he submitted a letter to the emperor in order to be granted a title of nobility and take over the world. This is his strategy of writing to you."

"I had a nice drink with him, and he insisted on coming to our place."

"It's really hard to refuse such a kind offer. It's really hard to refuse such a kind offer."

"Why, I had no choice but to bring him!"

Li Guanyi lowered his gaze, looked at the rope on Wen He, and smelled the special smell of alcohol in the air. Just by smelling the smell, his immortal body had already begun to work on its own to detoxify.

Li Guanyi stretched out his hand and pressed on Wen Lingjun's pulse.

He looked at the young man over there and asked, "Are Mr. Wen He and Mr. Wen drinking?"

Wen He smiled and said, "It's good wine."

Li Guanyi said: "Wen He gave Mr. Wen Lingjun Ma Fei San mixed with wine, right?"

Wen He smiled and said, "My lord really understands me."

"We are indeed the same people!"

Li Guan paused.

He felt that his moral bottom line had been greatly challenged, and he sighed and said, "Mr. Wen He, please don't do such things in the future." Wen He smiled and said, "Don't worry, don't worry, Wen Lingjun is a gentleman, and he won't vent his anger on the lord."

"Besides, he himself supports the name of the Red Emperor's orthodoxy. The lord holds the Red Sky Sword, and the royal family represents the 800-year-old inheritance of the royal family. They each have a certain reputation."

"He was just hesitating."

"He who has always been favored by the court is now hesitant, which means that he actually does not trust the royal family. What I did was just to go with the flow. My lord, don't worry, he has come here and can't go back."

Li Guanyi said: "Mr. Wen Lingjun, are you coming to our place?"

Wen He said: "I have imitated his handwriting and wrote to all his friends in the academy to tell them that he is here. A gentleman's word is as good as gold, and he will not regret it."

Li Guanyi: “…………”

Mr. Wenhe should really be kept at home!

Wen He smiled and said, "I was just joking. He wakes up here. You just need to show your talent and courage. Wen Lingjun is a talented person who can assist the king. He is not blind. He will choose you instead of the court that can no longer control the direction of the road."

"In the academy, the discussion in half a month is very important to you."

"He is dignified and upright, standing calmly and slowly in the world. No one can surpass Wen Lingjun. My lord, this man should be under our command."

"The Chief Secretary of Tiance Mansion must be him."

"With his talent, he can become the Minister of State someday."

Wen He did not say that he was restless, then smiled and said:

"Then, this great talent of the world will be handed over to the lord."

"I tied him up with great difficulty, don't let him get away."

"It was really hard to get it back."

Mr. Wen He left calmly. Li Guanyi smiled helplessly. He carried Wen Lingjun back to the bed in the guest room. He sat beside him, put his hand on Wen Lingjun's wrist, and used the [Ze Tian Que] from the "Huangji Jingshi Shu" to heal Wen Lingjun.

This is one of the methods passed down by the martial arts sect's predecessors, and it is particularly good at healing injuries.

With the help of one's own vitality, he mobilized the injured person's body to recover from injuries.

Endless life.

Li Guanyi, a man full of vitality, used this trick with outstanding results and was extremely skillful.

Wen Lingjun felt himself confused.

The last thing he remembered was the scene on the imperial road, his hesitation and struggle, and then, Wen He came...

No, Wen He is here? ! ! !

Wen Lingjun felt a chill on his back and wanted to struggle, but his body seemed unable to move. Only a stream of internal energy as smooth as water slowly entered from his wrist. The feeling of panic and irritability gradually disappeared. Wen Lingjun was exhausted and slowly fell asleep.

Unconsciously, he had slept for a long time. Wen Lingjun regained his spirits and felt dry mouth. He mumbled, "Water..."

Kuanhe said in a familiar voice, "The water is here, sir."

Wen Lingjun didn't have time to think about when he had heard this voice before. He took the cup and drank it in big gulps. The water flowed through his thirsty throat, and the cool feeling finally brought him back to consciousness. He opened his eyes and was stunned when he saw the unfamiliar house.

Wen Lingjun lowered his head and saw slender fingers pressing on his pulse, transmitting internal energy. He was very clear-minded and immediately knew that the person who had been by his side healing him all night was the person in front of him.

Then he raised his head with gratitude from the bottom of his heart and said:
"Thank you..."

He paused and looked away. A young man wearing a blue robe and with his hair tied up with a wooden hairpin looked at him with a smile and said, "Sir, are you awake?"

This face.

Wen Lingjun's voice was stunned.

The young man in Taoist robes and gentle temperament overlapped with the prince who stood before them yesterday, holding the Chixiao Sword in his hand, wearing solemn court clothes, a golden crown, and a Qilin pattern, and was graceful and domineering. Wen Lingjun said:

"Qin Wu Hou..."

(End of this chapter)