Chapter 273 Ning Taisui!

To the west of Xuanjian Pass.

This is a continuous mountain range. The nearest peak outside the pass is called Xiaolingxiu Peak.

The cold winter is approaching, and under the thick layer of snow, there are already sprouts growing at some unknown time. They have gathered their strength and are waiting for the news of late spring, waiting for them to break out of the ground.

"No news yet?"

"No!"

The speaker was an old man with gray hair and a childlike face. There was a bit of unwillingness in his eyes. He looked at the broken walls around him and said in a deep voice: "Looking at the world, there are only a few people who can snatch people away from us. There are really not many people in this place.”

"I really don't believe it, that person is an unknown person!"

"I look at his moves, he looks like the one from twelve years ago."

An old man in black robe next to him had a serious face and said in a solemn voice: "If it is really him, it is not impossible."

"Twelve years ago..."

Several figures frowned slightly, and then the face of the old man with white temples suddenly changed: "Ning Taisui?"

"It's him, it can't be wrong!"

"Hasn't he already retired for many years? Why did he suddenly..."

A look of deep fear flashed across the faces of several old men, and there was a hint of worry in their eyes.

"Go back and tell your Majesty the truth!"

"Whether it is him or not, King Sheng has been hit by my heart-destroying hand, and there is absolutely no chance of survival!"

"hope so!"

…

The northern border of Dali.

In the past few years, the perennial wars have caused the displacement of the people here, the disaster victims have been rampant, the owners have changed many times, and the official administration of the place has been abandoned.

In an exquisite house, with pavilions, wooden bridges and flowing water, it is like a paradise.

"Dong——"

"Dang~"

The melodious sound of the piano came from the pavilion, mixed with the sound of running water in the pond in the courtyard, and it always felt out of place with the chaotic world outside the small courtyard.

The person playing the piano was a middle-aged man dressed in white, with a face like a jade, and a touch of elegance on his body. His hands playing the piano were as fair as a girl's, and there seemed to be countless melancholy between his eyebrows.

"Deng Deng Deng!"

There was a sound of hurried footsteps, and an old man in plain clothes was seen walking from the door. After seeing the man playing the piano, he stopped quietly and waited, not daring to make any sound.

After a long time, the music of the piano fell, and the old man stepped forward quickly and slightly cupped his hands: "Master, the doctor is here."

"Well, let him go in and take a look!"

"yes!"

The old man walked into the house with a doctor carrying a medicine box, while the middle-aged man was sitting in the pavilion, drinking tea and admiring the scenery, looking gloomy.

"Third Master!"

A figure fell gracefully, it was a woman in a long skirt, with a hint of respect in her delicate facial features.

"Any news?"

"not yet."

"Well, let's not worry about that."

Ning Taisui rubbed his head in annoyance, looked up at the woman, and said softly: "How are things going at Wuxiang Temple?"

"According to your wishes, I beat up the bald donkeys all over Wuxiang Temple, and accidentally killed a few of them."

"Haha, if you want to kill them, just kill them. It doesn't hurt to kill a few of these flower monks who don't eat well and chant sutras!"

"Can you find out the whereabouts of Monk Lin?"

"Back to Third Master, since they entered Guanshan one after another, their whereabouts have not been traced."

"That blue-shirted swordsman is interesting. He can chase and kill him all the way through the monk forest. I'm afraid he's only one step away from reaching that level."

"Have you ever found out which family he is a disciple of?"

"Can't find it!" The woman also frowned: "This person's origin is still a mystery, but he is a rare talent. He behaves bohemianly and likes poetry, wine and swords. His recent deeds have spread throughout the world. Suddenly, It’s also famous!”

"Some people call it the Green Lotus Sword Immortal!"

"Qinglian Sword Immortal... is an interesting little guy."

Ning Taisui's face showed a rare look of interest, and he said calmly: "Hide the news about Xiao Chenzi for the time being, and wait until he is rescued."

"yes!"

"What was the reaction from the court?"

"Your Majesty shouted in front of the palace that he deserved his death, but Concubine Xian was very sad." The woman hesitated for a moment and continued: "There is also news. I heard that Princess Sheng is pregnant."

As soon as these words came out, Ning Taisui's expression changed slightly, and just as two people walked out of the room, their expressions were quite complicated.

"How's it going?"

"Sir, this young man is seriously injured. His legs are broken, and there are many hidden wounds in his body. I'm afraid... there is no way to save him!"

"Treat her with all your strength, even if you have to breathe!"

"yes!"

The doctor looked hesitant and hesitated to say: "It's not difficult to breathe a sigh of relief. The young master should be a martial arts practitioner, and his body and bones are not weak. If he can be recuperated with medicine, he may be able to get better."

"What medicine?"

"Centennial Ganoderma lucidum, ginseng, cordyceps and other great tonics!"

"But these medicines are all rare treasures. They are rare to see in a hundred years. I'm afraid..."

Ning Taisui pondered for a long time, looked at the doctor and said solemnly: "Give me seven days to keep him safe within seven days. I will get you the medicine you need."

Hearing this, the doctor glanced at the elegant middle-aged man in front of him in surprise, and nodded heavily: "Don't worry, sir, I will try my best, little one."

After finishing speaking, the doctor hurriedly left with the medicine box. The woman looked at Ning Taisui and said hesitantly: "Third Master, are you ready to..."

"Go to Wangxian Mountain!"

…

Hanging Sword Pass.

Beyond the canyon.

After Ning Fan's Taotie armor was stained with blood, it looked even more ferocious. Blood kept dripping from the tip of the Fiery Dragon Soul-Breaking Spear in his hand.

"My Lord, it's time to retreat!"

"The ambush in the rear has been set up. Now their retreat is blocked. There is no need to fight so hard."

"Yes!"

Ning Fan responded, blocking the prompt sounds in the system, and silently looked at the sky. It was past noon.

"Retreat!"

The army retreated like a tide. The Yan army wanted to take advantage of the situation to counterattack, but was forced back by the rain of arrows!

Li Jin looked at the bloody figure in front of him, and his expression changed a little, showing a rare admiration.

I didn't expect that the legendary playboy would have such peerless martial arts, and his bravery was no less than his brother!

His Royal Highness Prince Sheng... What a pity.

"Report!"

"Lord Ji is leading his army to help and has arrived three miles away."

Li Jin nodded slightly, looked at Ning Fan, and bowed slightly, saying: "Your Highness, after this battle, Dayan has lost at least more than 100,000 soldiers and horses. Now the Zhenguo Army still has 30,000 cavalry ambushing outside Xuanjian Pass!"

"I will also set off to the northern border as soon as possible."

"Don't worry, Lord Li, leave this place to us."

"Yes!"

Accompanied by a hearty laugh, a figure strode over, looked at Ning Fan and Li Jin and said with a smile: "Your Highness, Duke Jingguo!"

"Lord Ji!"

Ning Fan nodded with a smile, and Li Jin also said with joy: "Haha, I haven't seen you for many years, Lord Ji is still as elegant as ever, and his middle is full!"

"The demeanor of my Dayu military god is still as good as ever!"

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