Martial Arts Crossover: Inheriting the Legacy of the Human Sword Saint! Li Hanyi Confesses Her Love

"Go find that Martial Saint among men."

Nangong Pushe walked lightly past Xu Fengnian, leaving behind a single sentence.

He then left without looking back.

Watching Nangong Pushe's retreating figure, a hint of disappointment appeared in Xu Fengnian's phoenix eyes.

She lowered her head and murmured, "Why do they all have to leave?"

Not long after the white fox-faced man left, Old Huang came carrying his sword case and leading a chestnut-red lame horse.

Three years ago, this horse was a top-tier Akhal-Teke horse in the Northern Cold.

After traveling with Lao Huang and Prince Xu Fengnian for three years and six thousand miles, he had become emaciated and a lame horse.

But the two men had an exceptionally deep affection for the horse.

Seeing Old Huang leading the horse over, Xu Fengnian quickly stepped forward, hugged the horse's head, and murmured, "Little Hong, Little Hong, I haven't mistreated you while you've been back!"

"By the way, Lao Huang, you're actually an expert!"

"Then when we were being chased by bandits and nearly lost our lives, why didn't you open your sword case and swiftly kill the bandits with a few sword strokes?"

"That would be so stylish and cool!"

"If that kid Wen Hua knew you were such a master, he'd be begging to become your disciple!"

As Xu Fengnian spoke, he raised his hand and made a gesture that indicated that Lao Huang was a very high-level expert.

Hearing Xu Fengnian's words, Old Huang chuckled, revealing a row of yellow teeth missing two front teeth.

He said in a strong Sichuan accent, "I'm sorry to disappoint you, young master, but actually Old Huang isn't a very skilled master."

"We didn't fight back when we encountered bandits because the prince had instructed us not to easily reveal our martial arts skills in front of the young master."

Xu Fengnian nodded with a smug look on his face, "I knew it. Xu Xiao wouldn't be willing to let me travel alone, would he? He must have arranged for some expert attendants to accompany me or something."

"Young Master may not know this, but in the past three years, two assassins have died in the covert struggle."

As soon as Lao Huang finished speaking, Xu Fengnian's expression stiffened, and he fell into a silence.

Compared to Xu Fengnian, Old Huang was more carefree, saying, "Old Huang has said before that the young master is different from others. The young master has a warm heart and always treats people as human beings."

"Hey, look at Lao Huang's mouth, he shouldn't have brought up such a sad thing."

“Young Master, Old Huang originally only had eight swords, but after traveling with you for three years, his sword heart was enlightened.”

"I have comprehended an incomparably domineering Nine Swords technique. This sword is even more impressive than the previous eight swords!"

Old Huang grinned, as if he were talking about his own child.

"But this ninth sword doesn't have a name yet."

"Old Huang is not well-educated and would like to ask the young master to give him a name. I wonder if that would be appropriate?"

Prince Xu Fengnian broke his silence and nodded. "We traveled together for three years and six thousand miles???"

"Old Huang, if you don't think it's too tacky, how about we call it Six Thousand Miles?"

The servant's sallow face showed a hint of joy as he stroked his unkempt stubble and clicked his tongue, saying, "Not tacky! Not tacky at all!"

"Six thousand miles! That's incredibly impressive!"

"From now on, when I face an enemy, I, Old Huang, will shout out my sword move: Six Thousand Miles!"

"Hehe, I guarantee it will scare the enemy out of their wits!"

Xu Fengnian nodded, and then took a closer look at Lao Huang's outfit.

Foot-binding strips needed for long journeys;

He carried a sword case and cloth bag on his back.

The chestnut lame horse's mane has also been straightened.

"Old Huang, what's going on?"

Xu Fengnian snapped out of his daze, his words filled with surprise.

Old Huang, the coachman, always had a smile on his lips. He said softly, "All these years I've been keeping an eye on Chu Kuangnu at the bottom of Tingchao Lake. Now that he's been released, there's nothing left for me to do."

"You're leaving too? Going to Wangjian Mountain to find that Martial Saint among mortals?"

Old Huang shook his head and said calmly, "Old Huang is leaving, but not to Wangjian Mountain."

"I was defeated by the old monster Wang from Wudi City back then, and I've never been able to let it go. I've been thinking about getting it back."

Xu Fengnian did not try to persuade him to stay, nor did he know how to persuade the old groom who had accompanied him on his three-year, six-thousand-mile journey.

Since I can't figure it out, I might as well stop thinking about it.

Xu Fengnian had his servants prepare a wine flask of yellow wine, and personally led the lame, chestnut-red horse by the reins to escort Old Huang to the outside of the Prince's mansion.

He also slipped a few small-denomination banknotes to Old Huang.

"Young master, go back. Old Huang knows the way."

"Deliver it again???"

Old Huang eventually left, leading his lame horse, with the wine pouch given to him by Xu Fengnian hanging from his waist.

He walked calmly toward Wudi City.

On the main road, Old Huang seemed to be muttering something to himself:

I offer my life as a formal invitation to welcome the young master into the martial world;

The wind is blowing hard!

This time, Lao Huang isn't making excuses!

??

After leaving the Northern Cold King's Mansion, Xu Weixiong went alone to the Northern Cold Camp!

Everyone knows that Xu Xiao, the King of Northern Cold, loves his children the most.

Each of Xu Xiao's children has their own loyal army.

For example, Xu Fengnian's eldest son's Fengzi Camp.

Xu Wei, dressed in a bright red battle robe, rode his warhorse to the Northern Cold Camp.

Leading eight hundred elite Wei Xiong soldiers, he headed towards Snow Moon City!

On the Northern Cold Road!

Led by a woman in red, eight hundred iron cavalrymen galloped forward like thunderclaps rising from the ground!

Mighty and unstoppable!

Go! Go!

Xu Weixiong, leading the way, gripped the reins and gazed towards Snow Moon City, the image of Ye Fan appearing in his mind.

She wanted to seek justice for that martial saint among men!

She wanted to tell Li Hanyi herself that she was not good enough for him!

She wanted to humiliate Li Hanyi in front of everyone!

Chapter 35: Bei Han Asks the Sword in Snow Moon City, Shocking the World!

That night!

A full moon hangs high in the night sky!

The Northern Cold Prince's Palace, with its thousands of gates and countless households, was brightly lit!

Xu Xiao, the somewhat hunched-over Prince of Beihan, carrying the Lianghu Green Ant Wine, arrived at Tingchao Pavilion accompanied by two stewards from the Prince's Palace.

Although the Listening to the Tide Pavilion is high, the candlelight is bright.

The steward stood guard outside the pavilion, while Xu Xiao entered the pavilion alone.

With hands behind his back, he looked up at the steps and climbed them.

for a long time--

"Nascent Soul, I brought you some wine!"

Xu Xiao, the King of Northern Cold, climbed to the top floor, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and placed two jugs of Green Ant Wine on the nanmu wooden table.

"You really can't deny getting old!"

"Back in the day, we could go up and down the stairs in one breath without even breaking a sweat,"

"Not now."

When the strategist Li Yishan saw the visitor, he put down the book he was reading.

A faint smile finally appeared on his lifeless face.

"Let's set up the chessboard and play a game?"

Xu Xiao plopped down on the futon, uncorked the wine bottle, and drank to quench his thirst.

Li Yishan, who was sitting cross-legged opposite him, also picked up his wine bag and took a sip.