Martial Arts: My achievements in Beiliang were so great that they threatened the lord's positio

With a gentle wave of his hand, Wutugu strode forward from behind, grinning, "Chu Lushan, I've heard you're a famous and fierce general of Beiliang."

"Although I'm not ranked under the Marquis, I still look down on your fat body."

"I happen to have some free time today. If you've got the guts, come out and have a go at me."

As he spoke, Wutugu took a heavy longsword from the guard, his body surging with murderous aura.

"If you don't have the guts, then lie on the ground and kowtow to your grandfather Wutugu three hundred times. After that, tell everyone that you are the number one coward in Beiliang, and your grandfather will spare your dog's life."

"You think I'm afraid of you?"

Chu Lushan's eyes were practically spitting fire as he drew his sword from his waist and strode toward Wutugu.

Softie

These two words were the ones Chu Lushan couldn't bear to hear the most.

Because he no longer has any.

There have been.

Later, it was crushed by Lin Xuan's foot.

"My lord, do you want his head, or some other part?"

Wutugu made no attempt to hide his intentions and turned to the man beside him for instructions.

"Whichever hand holds the knife, that hand shall remain."

After saying this, Lin Xuan walked straight toward Prince Xu with his hands behind his back, without even glancing at Chu Lushan.

"My lord, please calm your anger."

Old Huang forced a sincere smile and opened his arms to protect Prince Xu behind him.

"Old Huang, move aside."

Prince Xu tried to push him away: "I don't believe he would actually dare to kill me today."

"My lord, the young master truly did not mean it."

Old Huang was still making a final attempt to persuade him.

With a gentle flick of Lin Xuan's sleeve, Old Huang felt an irresistible force surge towards him, causing him to involuntarily retreat. Even when he tried to stabilize himself by channeling his inner strength, he was completely unable to resist it.

They could only watch helplessly as the Marquis of Yan, as if picking up a chick, grabbed their young master by the neck with one hand.

"rise!"

The moment Lao Huang landed, he formed a hand seal with his fingers together, and the wooden box in the corner of the wall vibrated, with the sword inside humming.

However, Lin Xuan only glanced at him indifferently, and Old Huang felt his vision go black, and the true energy he had gathered in his body suddenly dissipated.

The sword case immediately fell silent.

On the open ground nearby, Chu Lushan and Wutugu were already locked in a fierce battle, their twin swords clashing and sparks flying.

As he tightened his grip, the young master of the Xu family's face gradually turned purple, his limbs thrashed about, and his ten fingers gripped that wrist tightly.

"Could you please stop acting like a flying insect, constantly coming up in front of me and disturbing my peace and quiet?"

Lin Xuan's voice was devoid of warmth: "The first time was out of consideration for my godfather, this time it's for the sake of the princess."

"Taking your life would be no different from stepping on an ant to me."

After speaking, he flicked his wrist, threw the person aside, and turned to walk into the hall.

"arrive."

Inside, Xu Xiao, who was resting, opened her eyes, and sure enough, the door was pushed open.

"Have you eaten yet?"

Xu Xiao pretended to have just woken up and asked vaguely.

"Godfather, when you return to your residence, I will send you dozens of servants."

He sat down casually, as usual: "While you're still healthy, hurry up and have another child."

Xu Xiao glared and said, "You bastard, what nonsense are you spouting?"

"It is not that I am being presumptuous, but your current heir is truly incapable of shouldering such a great responsibility."

Lin Xuan said coldly, "You came here and tried to show me who you're not. I thought that two years of training outside would have worn away your arrogant attitude."

"It's all because you insisted on taking Jiang Ni away back then."

Xu Xiao pressed his temple: "When I first came back, he yelled at me and even tried to bring troops to take me away."

"If you can't bring yourself to do it, I'll help you. I can even break his legs."

Lin Xuan suggested, "Why don't you cultivate another heir?"

"How many years do I have left to live?"

Xu Xiao's beard trembled with anger: "Where are we going to find another prince?"

The King of Northern Liang sighed, "The original intention of this trip was to broaden his horizons, so that after I leave, he can take over Northern Liang."

"Who knew that this little devil had been eyeing Jiang Ni all along."

"Xuan'er, why don't you do me a favor and send that maid back?"

"Cough...it's not ready yet."

Lin Xuan shook his head: "Jiang Ni is already my concubine."

"Fine, now he should give up."

Xu Xiao sighed, "Xuan'er, I know you and that little beast can't get along. He looks down on you, and you look down on him too."

"But unfortunately, he is the only one left among my adoptive father's children who can succeed him as the ruler of Beiliang."

When I pass away, you, as my elder brother, will still need to take care of me and offer some support.

"We can't let the Xu family's reputation fall in Beiliang."

I'll try my best.

He turned his face away, his tone indifferent.

"Father, I have other matters to attend to tonight, so I'm afraid I won't be able to have dinner and drinks with you."

"It's alright, military and political affairs cannot be delayed, go ahead."

Xu Xiao waved his hand.

The moment Chu Lushan stepped out of the main hall, a mournful wail rang out from the side courtyard. He collapsed to the ground, clutching his shoulder where he had lost his arm, and let out a long, piercing wail.

In the mud and dust not far away,

An arm, still tightly gripping a long knife, lay still, hot blood gushing out.

"Is this what you call a fierce general?"

Wutugu sheathed his sword, a mocking expression on his face.

"you……"

Xu Shizi stood up tremblingly, and seeing Chu Lushan screaming in agony and Wu Tugu laughing loudly, he was so angry that his whole body trembled.

"It's time to go."

Lin Xuan glanced at him indifferently, then called Wu Tugu and left.

Old Huang hurriedly carried Chu Lushan into the inner room.

"You're really heartless."

in the room,

The one-armed old man said in a low voice, "You didn't even care about your adopted son's life in order to toughen him up."

"I don't want it to be like this either."

Xu Xiao smiled bitterly: "I don't know what went wrong with that rebellious son that he actually killed Master Wang."

"More than a decade of painstaking planning has come to nothing in an instant."

"The situation in Beiliang is becoming increasingly difficult. He is ultimately too soft-hearted. If we don't push him, I'm afraid he won't be able to hold onto this foundation in the future."

"We can only ask Lushan to make do."

With Chu Lushan's screams echoing in his ears, the King of Beiliang couldn't bear it and ultimately remained silent.

for a long time,

The howling gradually subsided.

night is deep,

A crescent moon hung high in the sky.

The cold moonlight bathed the courtyard.

On the stone steps,

Prince Xu sat alone with his head bowed.

"What are you pondering?"

Xu Xiaomai stepped forward and sat down next to him.

"It's all my fault, otherwise Chu Lushan wouldn't have lost an arm."

Prince Xu lowered his head.

"Given up?"

Xu Xiao asked.

"without."

Hearing this

Prince Xu suddenly raised his face, his gaze resolute: "I want him dead."

"good."

Xu Xiao patted his shoulder: "That's more like my son, Xu Xiao's son."

Chapter 105: The Mighty Cavalry Marches Towards Qingzhou

This whole ordeal ended with Chu Lushan losing an arm, and it also showed everyone once again how decisive and uncompromising Yan Hou Lin Xuan was.

Whether Xu Xiao backed down or had other plans, Lin Xuan still had the upper hand in the end.

Mu Qing'er sent another batch of new servants to the villa where Xu Xiao was temporarily staying.

In the courtyard

The moonlight was like a ribbon.

Jiang Ni was practicing her sword by the lake. Her figure rose and fell, bathed in the clear moonlight, and the light of her sword echoed faintly with the cold moon in the sky.

The sword energy swept through the air, leaving a trail that lingered for a long time, with specks of cold light flickering and fading in the night.

Lin Xuan carried a pot of wine, leaned back on the pavilion bench, propped his head up with one hand. The beautiful scenery and the fine weather were perfect for wine.

A few rays of moonlight pierced through the gaps in the clouds, slanting across the floor of the pavilion, illuminating half of it and casting shadows over the other half.

"Why is the young master drinking alone here?"

An old man with a deep voice approached. He was broad-shouldered and burly, the same Invincible Child who had fallen on hard times in the prison. Now, he looked very different.

"Why aren't you staying in the knife-sharpening shop? What are you doing here?"

Lin Xuan glanced at Gu Santong.

"I heard someone embarrassed you today, young master."

Gu Santong leaned closer: "Should I step in?"

"No need."

Lin Xuan shook his head and tossed the wine jar in his hand over. Gu Santong caught it steadily, tilted his head back, and began to gulp it down.

"Drink slowly."

He said with heartache, "Don't spill it. This is a Daughter's Red wine that's been stored for over twenty years. I don't have many jars left in my cellar."

"Look how stingy you are."

Gu Santong smacked his lips, poured the last drop of wine into his mouth, and even lifted the jar to look inside.

Ok

It's really gone

Not a drop left

"Don't pretend I don't know."

Lin Xuan snorted, "You old bastard, you've been secretly wasting my wine collection quite a bit."

"That's because he's been locked up for twenty years and hasn't had a whiff of alcohol."

Gu Santong grinned: "We've finally gotten out, we should drink to our hearts' content."

"Go and fetch a few more jars of Zhuyeqing."

He instructed the maid beside him: "Choose ones that are over ten years old."

"Yes."

"Among the people from Beiliang today, there is a formidable figure."

Gu Santong said, "Even in the Sharpening Hall, I could feel an extremely sharp sword intent that subtly influenced the atmosphere of heaven and earth."

"How could it not be amazing?"

Lin Xuan said, "After all, he was the number one swordsman in the world sixty years ago. Although he is now old and his energy is not as good as before, his swordsmanship has become even more unfathomable."

"That one?"

Gu Santong looked surprised, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes.

"Um."

"What's wrong? Getting excited?"

"kind of."

"If you were to face him, how confident would you be?"

Lin Xuan was curious.

"It's hard to say."

Gu Santong shook his head: "We'll only know the outcome after a real fight, but judging from his current state, I think I have about a 60% chance of winning."

Invincible Divine Skill

Originally a Buddhist martial art, Gu Santong had already mastered it to a high level before entering the Heavenly Prison, only half a step away from perfection.

After being rescued from prison by the Luo Net, he took the pill given to him by Lin Xuan, which replenished his qi and blood.

He directly pushed the Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill to the Great Perfection Realm, corresponding to the Vajra Physique of Buddhism, and further enhanced his cultivation to the Celestial Phenomenon Realm.

Gu Santong's strength is now terrifying. Moreover, he not only has a strong physique, but he has also mastered the martial arts of both righteous and demonic schools, and he also has a trump card technique - the Absorption Technique.

If he were to truly fight Li Jianshen in his current form, the outcome would be uncertain.

"Miss Jiang, it seems that your practice of the Seven Divine Swords of Mount Tai has deviated somewhat from the right path."

For example, like this right now

Gu Santong kept chattering away beside her, which annoyed Jiang Ni. She stopped what she was doing and said irritably, "Sir, could you please stop talking while I'm practicing my swordsmanship?"

"Oh, little girl, you're not happy about being given pointers."

Gu Santong wasn't angry. Instead, he smiled and held out his hand: "Give me the sword."

"Speaking of the Taishan School's Seven Divine Swords of Mount Tai, it emphasizes a magnificent momentum. If one can personally visit Mount Tai to witness the sunrise and sea of ​​clouds and experience that majestic atmosphere, then when wielding the sword, one can be like the rising sun breaking through the clouds."

After speaking, he took the Frost Sword from Jiang Ni and began to demonstrate it on his own.

The three-foot-long sword was wielded with ease in his hand, its sword intent vast and continuous.

A glint appeared in Jiang Ni's eyes as he stared intently.

After finishing his swordplay demonstration, Gu Santong tossed his longsword back, casually took a wine jar from a maid beside him, and drank heartily.

The night was deep

Dawn is coming

A light drizzle was falling, and a cool breeze was blowing.

In September, the last vestiges of summer heat are rapidly dissipating.

The weather is getting cooler, and by October, we can put on warm robes.

Within Qingzhou

Dark clouds hung low, rain fell incessantly, and eagles soared and circled in the sky.

On the official road

A grand procession of carriages and horses was moving slowly forward, with banners fluttering and vehicles stretching endlessly.

The carriage was laden with gold, silver, jewels, and fine silks, and the sound of drums and music was deafening, clearly audible for miles around.

Team**

A magnificently decorated chariot stood out, pulled by six warhorses. Its body was adorned with dragons and phoenixes and inlaid with gold and silver threads.

Inside the carriage

A young girl dressed in a bright red wedding gown sat gracefully in the center, accompanied by two equally elaborately dressed personal maids.

"Princess, you always sit with your back straight like that; it will get tiring after a while."

The maid Cui'er said softly, "Since we can't see anything from outside anyway, we might as well relax so we don't feel tired when we get to the Marquis of Yan's residence."

The girl did not respond, but gently lifted the carriage curtain and looked out at the boundless wilderness, feeling both uneasy and vaguely expectant.

As everyone knows, the climate in Yan is extremely cold, making it an even more arduous place than Beiliang.

For a member of the royal family like Princess Lingxi, who was deeply favored by the emperor, marrying far away to Yanzhou was undoubtedly a long journey.